Hot Teen Sex for Three
Jennifer knew I wasn’t the jealous type, but I wasn’t thinking of sharing her with another guy right away. As I would soon find out, she was way ahead of me in planning sexual adventures.
“O-o-o-o Allen, I just love you so,” she’d coo before, during and after sex. She was my own, private, cum-guzzling nympho, so I was perfectly happy with the arrangement we had. But there was something about the first time we screwed doggystyle, the way she insisted on sucking my finger while I was shooting my hot load on her ass that should have clued me in that she needed more than one guy to satisfy her.
Jennifer continued to visit me at my tent at every possible opportunity. I say possible because Jennifer had babysitting chores. If we weren’t careful, sooner or later her visits to me would become obvious and our fun would be over.
The second time Jen visited me at the tent, she wanted to practice her oral skills. I swear part of her clitoris must have been located down her throat. After she’d change into her skimpy shorts outside the tent, she’d unzip the tent screen and march in ready for her practice. For my part, I’d share with her my X-rated magazine collection and we’d read a couple of “Penthouse” forum letters together. That would really start her juices flowing.
“Enough reading” she’d announce, and pull off her shorts leaving her homemade g-string panties. I’d start out sitting back while she’d lay in front of my crotch, fishing my hardening rod out of my shorts. “Let’s see what we have here,” she’d say to my cock, like a doctor examining her favorite patient. She’d always joke “Isn’t it bigger than last time?” or “Maybe I shouldn’t try to fit this into my mouth.” After a few kisses to the purple head, she’d begin licking my shaft until I was thoroughly lubricated, then down her head would go. The sensation of her warm mouth and her suction was amazing.
One little girl thing she did that drove me crazy was how she’d draw attention to her ass while I was watching her head bounce up and down on my shaft. She’d keep her legs together which showed off her perfectly round butt cheeks, then she’d absentmindedly raise and lower each leg in a very slow kicking motion. She’d point her toes during this slow-motion kicking, so I wondered if she really was doing this without thinking, or practicing some strip-tease skills on me during her blowjob.
After this preliminary suck, she’d roll over on her back. “Come up here,” she order, and bracing my whole body over her mouth on my hands and toes, I’d do some push-ups in her mouth. Now, with her hands gripping my hips and controlling my thrusts into her expert throat, she was the one in charge. I was fucking her face, but she helped me keep the rhythm.
It was a great workout, too. Since sex became part of my diet, my stomach muscles and leg muscles had noticeably improved. Jen would run her hands over my chest and stomach and say “wow” once in a while. I was so busy getting off on her sucking skills, I didn’t really care for much conversation. I wanted my dick thrusting into her mouth, and fewer words coming out.
But what she really wanted to practice was sucking me off while she was kneeling doggy-style in front of me. I regretted not having her bedroom mirrors in the tent, and for the light being so poor. In the darkened tent I could make out her ass raised high in the air. She’d balance on her left arm and grasp my cock, sometimes from the middle, sometimes at my balls, and rock back and forth as those luscious, pouty lips would work their oral magic on my thick, slippery cock. But this is where I say she had become such a cum-guzzling slut.
She could tell, as well as I, just a few pumps before I’d blow my wad in her face. She’d drop both her arms down to the sleeping bag so that she’d be perfectly on all fours, then tilt her head back and close her eyes. I’d swear she was receiving some religious gift by the sheer look of ecstasy on her face as I came. But she’d beg me to grab my own cock and shoot my hot load into her mouth, then greedily lick up every drop.
Once I grabbed the back of her head with my left, free hand as I’d pump my cock with my right, but she begged “Shoot in my mouth, shoot in my mouth, I won’t move!” So I did. She’d keep her eyes closed and protected from the force of those first two or three shots of hot cum, then she’d open her eyes with her tongue out and let me guide my own cock into her mouth so she could lap up the rest of my hot seed. With her head thrown back as she licked me clean, I’d swear she was the ultimate cum goddess. And she was mine.
Or so I thought. One special night, Jen’s mom headed out for an overnight babysitting assignment in the next town. In fact, Jen was to be trusted alone overnight, so naturally I was looking forward to seeing her for some private lessons in her mirrored bedroom. Just thinking of her in her shredded daisy duke denim shorts with her homemade thong underwear got me hard during the day; I resisted jerking off just the same. We had worked it out that she’d flash the living room light three times, and I’d march down from the Martinelli’s house at the signal.
At 9 p.m., the time we arranged for her “all-clear” signal, I spied her house from where I sat on Martinelli’s front porch. Sure enough, the light went on and off as it was supposed to. I was wearing my favorite, black muscle tee-shirt, and my shorts without underwear. I wanted to screw her doggy-style so bad, I had to order my hands to stay off my crotch or else I’d be jerking off at the Martinelli’s instead of wrestling with Jen on her nice, low mattress.
I skipped down the hill, but noticed a strange car parked in front of Jen’s. Was there a foul-up? I knocked on the door and Jen answered, wearing regular blue jeans and a rather loose and proper tee shirt. I must have looked disappointed, because I was dressed to thrill, and Jen was, well, dressed for shopping or something. Her hair smelled especially terrific, like rose hips, and she had blown it and styled it like for some special occasion. Her blonde hair was layer-cut, one of those fairly old-fashioned Farrah styles, but she looked great all primped. She also was wearing more make-up than I’d usually seen her in, and her nails shined with a fresh coat of pink nail polish. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she was dressed for a date.
Wait a second, who was that I spied on the couch in her living room? Ah, the driver of the mystery car. “Come in, Allen.” Jen gestured me to enter but spoke to me very politely. Looking at the mystery guest, I offered Jen a chance for privacy. “Jen, I see you’re busy, so I’ll just shove off.” I began to back off away from the door. “Come on, come in,” Jen insisted, grabbing my arm and pulling me inside. When I got inside, Jen gave me a playful push. I didn’t fight her too much since I sensed a drama about to unfold. “I want you to meet someone.”
I didn’t quite bounce into the room in delight, but I was curious about this change in plans. Jen had given the signal, hadn’t she? Or was I just so horny I clomped down the hill without waiting for the signal? No, I saw it. “This is a friend from school, Allen, and I hope you’ll get along.” Jen went into the kitchen to get us some drinks.
The guy on the couch stood up and reached out his hand. “Peter,” he said, “What’s up?”
“Allen,” I answered, and we shook. Instead of a limp shake, he gave me a firm squeeze. He was a nice looking guy, I hate to admit it, and 18, a year younger than me. He had brown eyes and loosely curling hair that practically went to his shoulders. He was medium build and slender, not like anything special.
So at least we got out each other’s names, though we were both a little surprised, and there was a definite tension in the air. I’ll take credit for some of that tension. I had come expecting some wild sex, but now…h-m-m-m-m, Jennifer didn’t seem at all surprised that we both were here. She was the least awkward-acting one of the three of us. Actually, she seemed damned comfortable with our little group.
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His eyes fell on my muscular arms, then as he sat back on the couch, I swear he sneaked a look at my well-defined legs. I thought I’d stand for now since I didn’t want any obvious part of me falling out of my shorts if I sat in a chair. “You a friend of Jen’s?” I asked. “We went out this year. Broke up two months ago, but she called me up and asked me over. How about you?” Oh, boy, let me see. “I live across the way and I just drop in once in a while. Watch TV and stuff.”
“Why’d you break up?” He looked away rather than answer and seemed relieved when Jen returned with some popcorn and cokes. “I knew you’d get along,” she piped up, almost too cheerfully.
This was getting bizarre. Shouldn’t she be embarrassed to have an ex and current lover meet like this? I drank a coke to settle myself down. Jen’s conversation was matter-of-fact. “Allen, Peter and I were going out, and maybe I should have told you, but we broke up.”
Peter looked as confused as I did. His confidence was eroding fast now, wondering what he was doing there while Jen reviewed their relationship for me. “Peter, I’m sort of going out with Allen now, but I still have feelings for you, so I wanted to get everyone together.”
This scene was taking a left turn from bizarre, but I wasn’t going to leave now. This vixen was about to orchestrate something very clever, and I didn’t feel at all jealous towards Peter. “But why does Allen have to be here if you still love me?” His tone was plaintive. Peter was no dope. Nothing like a little teenage possessiveness to rear its ugly head.
“Allen taught me some things, and I love him, but I’m not sure which one of you I want now.” As she was talking, I stared at Peter and noticed that he was dressed in nice jeans and a decent shirt, as if Jen had instructed to dress for a date. I was standing there, Joe hot stud, and had some part to play between these two.
I jumped in before Peter asked the next question, as in, “What exactly did Allen teach you?”
“Jen, are we going out, the three of us, or staying in?” I asked. Nothing like getting all the chips on the table. “Let’s stay in,” she answered rather quickly. I wanted to move this game along. “Well, you could change into something more comfortable while Peter and I talk downstairs, okay?”
“Now you two get along,” Jen warned in a mock serious tone, “and there’ll be goodies enough for the two of you.” She tossed her hair and skipped upstairs.
Peter looked a little lost with Jen’s parting comment. I sat down on the couch, reached for my coke and grabbed some popcorn. Peter was already sitting a couple of feet away from me on the couch.
“Peter, you really care for Jen?”
“Yeah I do, as a matter of fact.”
“So tell me why you broke up.”
“I wasn’t ready for, you know, when Jen was.”
“Peter, this ‘you know’ - mind getting specific for me.”
“Like when we kissed, nothing really happened, and I wasn’t ready to, you know, have sex with her.”
“So now you are?” This was embarrassing for him, but if Jen come downstairs wearing her daisy dukes and her g-string white panties, I didn’t want Peter running out of the house.
“Do you jerk off, Peter?”
“Yeah. Sometimes when I think about Jen. So when she called me up, I came over. But why are you here, too?”
“That’s what I’m asking myself now,” I answered him. He was 18, not in bad shape, but he didn’t have a hair on his face. His skin was smooth and nicely tanned, but I couldn’t get over it - not a single hair around his mouth, not even a little pubic hair moustache like I had when I was 18 year, just a year earlier.
“I think Jen wants us to have a sort of competition.”
“She does?”
“Yep. She may still love you, but she wants to know if you’re ready for some new games she’s learned with me.”
“What kind of games, Allen?”
“Like, instead of jerking off into a towel, how’d you like to jerk off into her mouth instead?”
“Yeah, right,” he answered sarcastically. Well, sarcasm or no, he was going to be put to the test.
Peter was now grinning a bit at my boldness, but I felt that I had broken the tension between us. Our conversation was about to be put on hold.
My little nympho, and Peter’s former flame, was coming down the stairs looking just a tad different now. Her hair was held up with a white scrungee and she was wearing, or almost wearing those nasty shorts. She had modified them into a high French cut in the front, slit the seams on the sides, and the backside…well, you could enjoy most of her firm derriere as she walked over to where we were sitting.
But it was her new tee-shirt that left both our mouths open. Little Miss Home Economics Class had added some lettering onto the front her bare midriff tee-shirt. The words “Nice girls swallow” in 3-inch letters were sewn right in front for everyone to see.
Jen plopped herself down on the sofa right next to Peter. She patted the cushion to her right side as my invitation to scoot over. I didn’t care if Peter saw the tent that had risen in my shorts. As a matter of fact, I felt reckless and wanted him to see my bulging shorts, so I lifted myself up and bounced right next to Jen, our legs just touching. Jen rested one hand on each of our legs. Peter was headed for a heart-attack, but I sat back and tried to relax. No sense over-reacting to his over-reaction.
My cock was beginning to shoot skyward as Jen lightly brushed my bare thigh with two of her fingers. “We could share, couldn’t we Allen?” If I came, I didn’t really care who was in the room, so I wasn’t losing out. She turned to Peter. “Peter, put your tongue in my mouth,” and they french-kissed while Jen lightly rested her fingers on my inner thigh.
I was tickled she was coaching Peter the way I had coached her. Then she turned to me and we kissed. Her mouth was hot, and there was an additional flavor in there, Peter’s saliva. It drove me a little crazy thinking we were swapping spit through Jen.
Jen turned back to Peter, and she kissed him again. Wonder if he tasted me, too? I think we were about to play out Jen’s fantasy, and the girl definitely knew how to make her imagination work for her. “Peter,” she cooed, “Watch this.” Jen slid onto the floor and positioned herself kneeling between my legs.
Jen’s hand disappeared into one of the legs of my shorts as she rubbed the length of my now hard-dick. I lifted myself and pulled my shorts down to the floor. She yanked on my rigid cock, her whole body riding up and down as she tugged on. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and went down on me pretty fast. Since she had two customers, she had to get down to business and keep us both entertained.
“Peter, take off your pants now,” I practically ordered him. Jen was going up and down on my rod as Peter was trying to get off his shoes and pants. I pulled my shirt over my head as the clothes continued to fly off.
When Peter was down to his white Jockey underpants, his eyes fixed on Jen’s ass sticking out of her nasty shorts. His right hand fell in his lap and he rubbed himself. His stiff cock was pretty well outlined through the flimsy white material. Jen lifted her head out of my lap. “Peter, take off my shorts.”
He got up and walked behind Jen, knelt down behind her, then reached around to wrestle with the snap and zipper of Jen’s sinfully cute shorts. She helped by wiggling out of them after Peter unzipped her.
“Come around here. You guys sit together, that’s it, nice and close.” I was right about Peter - he didn’t have a hair on his chest or in his armpit, and I was curious to see if he had any kind of bush going. I looked over at his crotch and he had pitched quite a tent in there, but I didn’t see any dark patch through his white underwear.
He had a little mischievous look in his eye when he saw I was checking him out. He was tanned evenly on his arms and legs. Must have been all that soccer practice during the summer.
“Okay Peter, the moment of truth has come.” I wasn’t gay or anything, but there was quite a bit of heat coming off his leg which was barely touching mine. Neither one of us pulled away when our legs brushed. He looked at my cock with something that resembled admiration, then stood up to slide off his own underpants. Peter’s legs rose perfectly to his ass, and his leg muscles were a lot better defined that I had originally thought. My cock was hard already, and looking at Peter’s toned legs just a few inches from my face didn’t hurt my hard-on.
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When he sat back down, I looked over. Not a single public hair on Peter’s cock, but that just made his hard-on all the more impressive. While it wasn’t as thick as mine, his dick was beautifully proportioned at 5" or so and ready for action.
“That’s better,” Jen continued her banter. “Just sit back, both of you.” She knelt in front of Peter, fondled his cock with her right hand and gave him a big, sloppy lick from his balls up his entire shaft. Her left hand half-heartedly jerked my dick. Once she got her mouth onto his shaft, her rhythm kicked in and she jerked my dick with more gusto. Peter recoiled, no doubt sensitive to all these new sensations. “God,” he moaned in delight.
His leg pressed more against mine, an involuntary action, or so I thought. In addition to their nice tan, Peter’s legs were athletic, hairless of course, with nicely proportioned calves. He had a dimpled butt that was as lean as mine. Maybe he ran track or was a soccer player, but his ass was easily as nice as Jen’s.
Jen took a break from sucking Peter, probably because he was readying to shoot and Jen sensed that. She knelt in front of us, a cock in each hand. “O-o-o-o-y, yum,” she said. “Now here’s the deal, this is the first meeting of the Double-cum Club.”
“The what?” I asked. “The double-cum club, Allen. I brought you both here to double cum me. You see this shirt? I don’t want a drop spilled on it, you hear?” She gave each of our cocks a nice hard squeeze. “Do you understand?” Jen repeated. “Yeah, yeah, okay,” I agreed. Peter mumbled about the same thing.
“For our initiation, I want you both to stand up nice and close, wait, don’t you come yet Peter.” I think some precum was oozing out his handsome penis, so Jen licked it off and let go of his cock. Jen continued with her plan. “You stand nice and close. What I want us for you two is to have a swordfight right here in my mouth, but I get to win.” We both stood up, inches from each other, Peter smiling at me.
“Oh,” Jen added, “you’re just so close to each other…put your arm around each other’s waist – I think that would look cute.” Peter and I looked at each other a little stunned, but neither of us wanted to stop the momentum of Jen’s fantasy. I placed my left hand on his hip and Peter placed his right hand on my hip – the touch was electric. He continued sliding his hand around my waist as I did his, there was a glint of some extra pleasure in his eye.
“Peter, I’m gonna jerk you off into my mouth. Allen, you shoot into my mouth just like we’ve been practicing. To belong to this club, you gotta shoot right in here,” Jen pointed her index finger into her open mouth. “And like the shirt says, I’m a real nice girl.”
Before I could think of anything smart to say, Jen grabbed both our cocks and rubbed them together. It was a totally hot thing to do, rub our saliva slick cocks together, and I liked it. If Peter was going to be jealous, Jen had taken him way beyond the point of possible envy. I thought if Jen wasn’t there, it would be too easy for us to embrace and enjoy our own erotic moment.
“And may both cocks win,” she added. As Jen evenly stroked our cocks, Peter’s eyes were closed and he started to lean back. I grabbed him because I thought he was about to faint. He put his right hand on my shoulder to steady himself, and now we were nearly facing each other, our rock-hard cocks almost pressed against each other’s bellies.
“Thanks, man, this is almost too much.” I looked down between us and our gorgeous, blonde opened her mouth and swallowed Peter’s dick. “Easy, easy” he begged and flinched somewhat. He must have been close to coming.
Jen’s head came off Peter’s swollen sword and descended on mine. She sucked hungrily on the tip of my thick sperm cannon while she continued to jerk Peter. Our three hot bodies produced a heady, earthy sex smell that was intense.
I grabbed me own cock. “Suck my balls, Jen.” I lifted my cock so Jen could lick my balls sack. Peter was right. It was too much.
I also noticed that Peter looked down at my cock with my hand wrapped around it, and I slid my hand up and down while Jen licked. He looked back into my eyes and smiled, wetting his lips. There were small drops of perspiration above his upper lip, and standing so close I had a funny urge to lick that sweat off. I resisted.
“Double cum club, here we cum,” I joked. Jen had made a new game, and I was really digging it. Jen suddenly pulled back and whipped her t-shirt over her head. “Can’t risk it if one of you has bad aim,” she explained, then grabbed Peter’s cock with one hand and balanced herself on the floor with the other.
“Oh God, I’m coming now,” Peter blurted out. The sight of Jen’s nude body kneeling at his waist pushed him to his orgasm. Just as she said she would, Jen grabbed Peter’s dick and opened her mouth while she wildly pumped his swollen organ. Seeing my cue, I began to pump my own cock as close to Jen’s mouth as I could. Peter was looking down from Jen’s mouth over to my dick when he let loose.
A steamy stream of cum disappeared into Jen’s mouth from where I was looking. I saw Jen’s cum-covered tongue dart out, then she took his smooth dick into her mouth while she massaged his balls with the other. Jen swallowed Peter’s load while cum leaked out the sides of her mouth. “My turn” was about all I could get out three seconds before my own orgasm.
Jen pulled her mouth off Peter’s cock and turned toward me just enough to catch my first spray of jism on her cheek. She opened her mouth even wider and looked up at me as if to say, “Here, I’ve made the target zone bigger just for you.” My second shot hit her tongue, but my third went right in over those pouty lips for a bull’s-eye. I continued to tug on my own cock while Jen, tilting her head back, put her upper lip almost against the slit on my dick. She would make sure every last drop dripped into her cum-hungry mouth. Despite our best efforts, someone’s cum was running down Jen’s chin and out the corners of her mouth.
Jen grabbed a fruit drink off the coffee table and took a swig to wash down her protein shake, courtesy of Allen and Peter. As I still stood so close to Peter, I enjoyed the heat pealing off his nude body. Either I was half-gay, or everything felt so sticky, sweaty, gooey, and wonderful that I just didn’t care that our legs were pretty much touching and his face was just inches from mine. I guess it was part of the logistics of enjoying a swordfight in a girl’s mouth.
“See,” Jen cut in, “I knew you guys would get along. It just had to be the right circumstances.” She sure got that right. And as I was to learn soon enough, her imagination didn’t stop at inviting another guy along for the ride.
I decided to continue camping out during the summer evenings, a decision that gave me an opportunity to get to know Peter better and a place to stage our various sex operations with Jenny.
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Johan
This is the story of the best sexual experience in my life. I was twenty when I met Johan, and I still think of him with fondness. It’s been a long time, so I may not have all of the details correctly, but it is a true story. This does not mean, by the way, I have not had any good sex since! I have had some very good sex since then, but many factors combined together caused my experience with Johan to stand out in my mind as the best yet. I was still just blossoming into my burgeoning sexuality, I was young and naïve, he was wonderful, and all of it was new to me.
I was home from college for the summer, and out of desperation to get the car for a few hours I had signed up for classes at the local community college. My parents didn’t let me go anywhere unless I had what they considered a valid reason, so I signed up for classes every summer just to get away. All of my friends and aunties and uncles thought I was such a studious little bug, when in reality I just wanted a little freedom.
So four days a week I would drop my mom off at 7:30 am at her workplace, and then go off to class from 8:30 am to 10:30 am. Then I would have the car for a few hours, and be able to go to the library, or visit friends, really, whatever, rather than being cooped up at home. At 5 pm I would pick her up again, drop her off at home, and then go to my evening class.
The evening class was from 6 pm to 7:30 pm, but I had told my parents I stayed afterwards to do some studying with my classmates. In reality it wasn’t too different – I stayed with my friends and hung out with them instead of studying, but usually near the college. I was never a bad kid, which made their restrictions all the more chafing.
I was taking Advanced Placement Biology, as I recall, and it was an excellent class, with a great teacher, and a lot of fascinating course study. There were lots of nice people, a lot of older students, which made for a very serious class. One of the people my age was Johan, whose interest in me was clear, right from the beginning.
I had only had one boyfriend to this point. I was a relatively late bloomer, and had only begun having sex the previous September. My boyfriend had also been very new to the whole thing. I found while I loved sex and could not get enough, he didn’t actually seem that interested. Thus I found myself very aware of men, in every way, and had become very curious about my budding sexuality. I had been raised by extremely strict, religious parents, and taught to find my own sexuality abnormal and to find normal sexual relations abhorrent. (Yes, parents still raise kids like this these days.) So the things I was feeling were good but made me feel guilty, too. My boyfriend didn’t help the matter by giving the impression he felt I was oversexed. I now know I wasn’t oversexed, just very normal, as he was normal too, but back then, I was much more naïve.
Johan practically reeked of sex. He was a nice, sweet guy, but there was something about the way he moved his body that set flames in my body. I didn’t know how to term it back then, but these days I would say there were sparks between us and real chemistry.
But … I had a boyfriend back at college whom I loved very much. He lived over 200 miles away, though, and being with him was out of the question since not only did my parents check the mileage on the car, his parents checked the mileage on his car, too. So we spent the whole summer without seeing each other once. By the time my class started, in late June, I was more than a little antsy and looked at every guy with curiosity. I was getting more restless by the day.
Anyway, when Johan first approached me, I told him I had a boyfriend. He very kindly backed off immediately, leaving me even more interested in him, even though I was dreadfully shy and even embarrassed that I found him so attractive.
So some days went by. I started hanging out with Johan, as he was completely non-pressuring and very nice. We went out for dinner once or twice, but a lot of times we would simply drive somewhere, or sit and talk. This went on for a little while, until the sexual tension between us was palpable. One day we came back from a drive somewhere, and we were sitting in the college parking lot, in the evening. I recall it was somewhere past 8 pm, and I didn’t have to leave for home until 9:30 or 10 pm.
The pent-up feelings between us had grown to the point where even talking was awkward, and as I sat there I felt my breath coming short. My skin had been well tanned by the summer sun and was now a rich coppery brown. My hair was curly and shorter then than I wear it now, so I had it loose, falling around my shoulders and in front of my large, dark brown eyes. I had dressed very carefully, as I did almost every day, without admitting to myself that I was dressing for him, to look attractive to him. If I recall correctly, I was wearing khaki colored jeans (I almost never wore blue jeans back then), not tight but snug against my hips and ass, and a loose short-sleeved black blouse, that had a deep V-cut in the front, and sandals on my feet, as I always wear.
Anyway, that day, while we sat in the car together, the silences grew longer and longer until all I could think about was touching him. He wore a loose fitting tee shirt with blue jeans that fit tight against his body. I had never looked down at a man’s cock while he was wearing jeans before, but I found myself wondering if he was hard, if I looked down, would I even see it? The car was in park and turned off, and both of our seatbelts were unbuckled. The sun was setting in the evening sky.
Finally he interrupted my reverie by saying to me, “What are you thinking?” Without even realizing what I was about to say, I opened my mouth and said, “I’m thinking I would really like to kiss you.” I blushed scarlet, and looked at him, embarrassed, but all he said was, “I would love to be kissed by you.”
I still shiver when I think of the soft voice he said those words in, and his dark, dark eyes, slightly amused, watching me. I leaned across the gearshift and let my lips meet his.
My boyfriend did not kiss like this, that was for certain. Johan kissed tenderly and sweetly, his soft mouth meeting mine, his tongue gently brushing against my teeth. I didn’t hesitate even another second. Briefly breaking the kiss, I put my hands on his shoulders and, turning around fully as I moved, I seated myself in his lap. My back was now against the driver’s side door, and I tucked my legs up across the passenger seat, my sandals dropping unheeded to the floor.
I slid my arms around his neck and kissed him again. I was so turned on I couldn’t resist. I rubbed my cheek against his shadow, inhaled his clean fresh scent, and leaned against him.
His arms went around me, and one hand slid directly up my belly and gently cupped my breast, right through my shirt. My whole body shuddered, and he kissed me even deeper.
Soon he had slid his hand into my shirt and pulled the cup of my bra down. He rubbed his thumb over my nipple, which instantly sprang into hardness. Removing his mouth from mine, he pulled my shirt out of the way – down or up, I can’t remember which – and covered my nipple with his mouth.
I moaned and arched my back into him. My jeans felt uncomfortably tight around my hips. I let my fingers run through his hair, and when he nipped me a little, I pulled his hair. He looked up at me and kissed me again.
I think we kissed and fondled each other for more than an hour that night, never taking off any clothes, just moving them around and out of the way. I had my hands inside his shirt, and remember touching him, and marveling at the muscles I felt, and the light dusting of hair. I remember even scratching him a bit.
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We agreed to meet, but how? I told him my situation with the car and classes, and he asked me to come over his house after class tomorrow morning. I agreed, and he gave me his address. It was downtown in the next town over, which wasn’t far at all. He walked me to my car, and kissed me once more, and ran his hand gently between my legs, leaving me faint and weak and wanting more.
I returned home, not late at all, and came in quietly. My parents went to bed very early, but they were very light sleepers, so they awoke just to say, “Are you home?” I said I was, and went downstairs to work on the computer.
I stayed up for some time, then went to bed, thinking of Johan. All night I had trouble sleeping. I tried to masturbate, but masturbation only got me worked up more as I hadn’t learned how to come from self-stimulation. (This is common with a lot of girls raised as I had been … they are too shy to really explore or learn.) I wondered – what was I doing? I was going to his house! I only knew him from class. What if he was a crazy guy? What if he was mean to me?
I also thought about my boyfriend and felt guilty. What would he say? But none of this served to dissuade me or even remotely affect the arousal I felt.
The next morning I arose, showered, dressed, and got ready. I tore my closet apart deciding what to wear, and in the end settled on one of my prettiest summer dresses – a simple little number that reached the knees and had spaghetti straps on top, with pretty pink flowers on it. To placate my mom, I tossed a light sweater-like thing over the top of it. Mom didn’t approve of spaghetti straps or bare shoulders. I still got a grunt and a disapproving look for my bare legs, but my dresses were all still decently long. Underneath I wore a pink bra and matching pink panties. I didn’t really own any sexy underthings, but I hoped he would like what I was wearing.
I dropped my mother off and then drove off to the class, anxiously looking forward to seeing Johan. I fidgeted my way through class, and soon as it was over, tossed my covering into the car and headed out. (I had kept the sweater on during class because of the AC.)
It took me about 25 minutes to get from school to the town he lived in. It wasn’t physically that far, but traffic was busy. I pulled up in front of his driveway and nearly drove away – the house was a bit run-down, and there were some guys loitering across the street, watching me already. I was sure they all knew what I was here for.
Still, I saw his Camaro parked in the drive, so I got out of the car. The guys across the street didn’t say anything, but I saw them grinning, and all of their eyes were on me. I carried my purse up, with the keys on it, and rang the doorbell.
Before I lost any more courage, he sauntered down the stairs – I could see him through the small glass window - and opened the door. “Come in,” he said. He was dressed the same way again, jeans and a different shirt, but he looked really good to me. I saw him look me up and down admiringly, and I felt good, too.
He put his arms around me and hugged me tight, and invited me into his house.
When I think back I am a little bashful to admit how little I remember of his house. Bashful because I hardly looked around. I don’t even remember if we exchanged any further words. It’s the one and only time of my life that as soon as I reached the top of the stairs my arms wound around his neck and his around my waist and our lips met. His tongue was in my mouth and my body was pressing urgently against him, and we stumbled across the floor in each other’s arms, kissing each other urgently. I was surprised at the need in my body.
I was the first to pull at his shirt. We were reluctant to part the kiss even long enough for me to get it over his head, but we managed. I dropped it on the floor and then ran my mouth and nails across his skin, admiring the texture, running my fingers through the hair lightly covering it. He reached for the bottom of my dress and pulled it over my head. I don’t think he even noticed my bra, for in a second he had deftly unhooked it and pulled that away too, and he pulled me back to him.
Somehow we had ended up in the bedroom, and we fell back on the bed, myself underneath, him on top. His hands were everywhere. I undid his belt buckle, and reached into his pants.
My boyfriend at the time had a nice penis, but very average, nothing really stupendous. What I gripped in Johan’s pants was to date the biggest cock I have ever held. I never measured it (though I wish I had) but it was huge, long, and very hard. I think he saw my eyes widen, for he smiled at me sweetly.
I remember the warm feel of it in my hand to this day, and I remember how it filled my hand. He pumped against me a little and my eyes widened again at the sheer length of it. I whispered to him, “I want to see it.”
“You can see anything you want to,” he whispered back, and lifted himself off me. Standing in front of me, he undid his pants the rest of the way, and slowly slid them down his legs. Underneath he was wearing boxers, which he also slid down, revealing that truly impressive cock I had been touching just a few seconds ago.
He was cut, and it jutted straight out from his body. My mouth formed a small round circle. I was too shy to say what I was thinking, but I’m sure he read it in my eyes. I held my arms out to him.
In a moment he was back in my arms, kissing me again. He winced as my panties brushed against his cock, and in a heartbeat I had them off too, and we were lying in each other’s arms, naked. I felt his finger slide between my legs and then roughly enter me. I was very wet but very tight, and he slid one in with ease, but he grunted as he pushed a second one in. I squirmed against his hand. “I’m afraid,” I whispered in his ear.
“What are you afraid of?” he said, pumping his fingers gently against me.
“I’m afraid you’re going to hurt me. I’ve never seen one so big.” To his credit he didn’t show even a hint of any reaction other than a gentle smile. “I’ll be careful,” he reassured me, and withdrew his fingers.
I was nervous but excited as he spread my legs open and lay between them. I felt him pressing against me, and then – and then!
How can I describe that deliciously full feeling to you? Women may understand, but still, you’d have to be full like this first.
His cock spread my lips open, then penetrated me, then went on and on, it seemed. I gripped his shoulders and shut my eyes, feeling it enter into me s-l-o-w-l-y.
It didn’t quite hurt, but for a few moments it was uncomfortable. Then he finally sank into me all the way, his hips pressed against mine, my arousal flared up again and I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.
I swear he made me feel like a virgin again, he was so large in me. He perhaps was trying to be gentle, but I scratched at the back of his neck, and he sort of growled in my ear, if I recall correctly, and began to really pump in and out of me, with vigor and with passion.
We gasped and moaned and our sweaty bodies rubbed against each other. He fucked me, building in speed, and I gripped his shoulders and let him take me anyway he wanted. To my surprise and shock I felt an orgasm building – I had never, ever come during sex before this. I said something incoherent to him, and he chuckled softly in my ear, shifted his hips ever so slightly, and renewed his vigor – this time fucking directly against my clit. I screamed and dug my nails into him as I came in his arms.
I spent the rest of the day with him, and was running late already when I showered, blow-dried my hair, and ran to pick up my mother. I resolved to tell her that I had been at the library in case she had called the house (this was before everyone had a cellphone), but she was grumpy from work and never even asked.
I met Johan several times over the next few weeks. I don’t remember exactly how many, but I do remember several times in his house, and even a couple of times in his car. We discovered he actually could not fuck me on my hands and knees because the angle of penetration caused him to hurt me … he was that big. And if I wasn’t fully wet he had a hard time sliding that whole cannon into me. But he was patient, and loving, and took his time to turn me on until I was practically begging for him to fuck me.
When the summer ended, so did our affair. I still think back to him often. Not that I want to see him again, I’m very happy these days, but if he ever happens across this, I wanted him to know that was one of the best summers of my life. I haven’t changed his name in this story. Thanks, Johan.
The End
Arrested!
It was a Friday that Lane knew she would have another boring day, even as she crawled out of bed. Going through her daily routine she manages to make it to the kitchen fully dressed and grabs a cup of coffee to help start her well deserved day off from work. She had plenty to do at home but, her heart wasn’t in it, instead she grabbed a magazine and with coffee in hand she flips through the pages trying to find something to read.
Two magazines later she is bored and walks over to the window in the living room, standing there gazing out the window she notices that the neighbors have called the cops again. In her mind she secretly wishes they would move somewhere else as they seem to to have trouble over there at least once a week. She shakes her head in disgust, and turns to walk away, but then something catches her eye.
Lane Walks over to the front door and opens it wide to take a better look at what she thinks she sees. A cop was walking over to her house, what could he possibly want from her? As he approaches she finds herself checking him out. He is tall, and has a great body, his muscles peeked out from under the short sleeves of his shirt. He wore a dark pair of shades, and he smiled at her as he closed in.
As he took his shades of she could see a beautiful shade of blue in his eyes. Suddenly he spoke to her.
“Just wanted to make sure you are ok Miss, your neighbors claim a strange drunken man has been to their house this morning. Did you see anything?” he asked
Lane just stood there for a moment as she felt her heart speed up, she didn’t know why, cops always made her nervous.
“No Officer, I haven’t seen a thing.” she replied with her voice cracking a little.
“Well just the same, would you like for me to look around and make sure everything is ok?” “Your neighbors tell me you live alone, and I wouldn’t feel good about leaving without making sure the coast is clear here.”
" Sure Officer, I would feel better too, maybe you could take a look aroun for me." She smiled as he passed her and came through the doorway.
Lane followed closely behind him admiring his stalking abilities as he ventured through every room of the house. Then suddenly they found themselves at her bedroom door, he went in and checked the closet, soon after he gave a look with a devilish grin to Lane.
Lane went over to the bed and sat down.
“Guess I’ll be fine after all uh?” with disappointment in her voice.
He reached back on his belt and grabbed his handcuffs, all the while Lane’s eyes followed.
“I wouldn’t exactly say that, I’m afraid I am going to have to place you under arrest!” he quickly snapped the cuffs around one hand, then he moved her to the bed making her lie down. He ran the other cuff through the railing of the headboard, and snapped the cuff around her only free hand.
Not another word was spoken as he ripped his shirt off, his hat and glasses he threw to the floor. He then reached to his boot and drew a large knife he had been concealing there, and laid it at the foot of the bed as Lane’s eyes were totally focused on the body that was being unveiled before her.
He unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor and then Lane felt herself look away as he finished the last article of clothing. Her heart was pounding, and she felt the moistness between her legs. He walked over to her and with his hand rubbed across her sweet lips, knife gripped tightly in hand.
Then the knife was placed firmly at her throat and he whispered softly in her ear.
“Not one sound my love, not one, or else.” his hot breath flowing to her ear.
Then he took the knife, and cut her shirt and bra totally off her body, and studied her curves before moving on. He unfastened her jeans, and slid them off, leaving her lieing in already soaked panties. Lane watched him as he looked at her and licked his lips.
She looked down to see him standing there with a rock hard cock, and a determined look. Still holding the knife, he moved onto the bed slowly spreading her legs wider as he moved in closer. He took his knife and with one movement cut away the fabric that hid the teasure he was so eagerly searching out.
Wasting no time, he came up to meet Lane’s eyes once more, the kiss her faintly on her lips. She could feel his cock right at her pussy, and she knew he was going to fuck her hard. At that moment she felt like she was going to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come now, because for the time being excitment was controlling her body.
He pressed forward with his hard member, dividing her lips with the head. She had seen and took notice to his size and he was huge! He pushed forward with a thrust and suddenly his full lenght was inside her, and she moaned as he started his ride to ecstacy.
His eyes gazed in hers as to say, “It’s mine, and I’m taking it bitch.” He fucked her hard and long until she herself had cum three times, and then she looked into his eyes and seen another look, he was going to cum, and in her!
She wasn’t sure how she felt about it, but she knew there wasn’t a thing she could do about it. Suddenly his body stiffened and he drove his cock deep into her pussy and unleashed his heavy load, as he came in her he reached down and kissed her nipples, and a wave ran through Lane’s body one last time, with a last tender kiss in a violent storm.
When he finished, he uncuffed her, and told her he’d be back another day for another arrest, because he had a feeling she was nothing but trouble!
From that day on Lane’s day off was never boring again! She was arrested many, many times!
The End
Adrift
“Kiss me,” Jennifer said. She was bound to the mast of the sailboat, her ankles and wrists crisscrossed with rope.
“No,” Jack said, walking away.
‘What the hell?’ Jennifer thought, stiffening.
They’d played pirate a lot during this trip. Ridiculous things mostly, fake sword fighting, saying arrrggghhh at every opportunity, but this was serious—she was tied up, his captive, the loser in a knot-tying contest.
It was silly, letting him do such a stupid thing to her at her age, but the feel of the rough rope on her oiled skin, and the sight of the eager erection poking from Jack’s swimsuit sent shivers of lust through her. Her nipples, under a very sensible swimsuit, rose into tight buds of excitement.
Jack had never tied her up before. She’d thought he’d been into it, until he left.
“Ohhh, god,” she moaned, panic replacing pleasure. She prayed he’d be back fast so she could let him have it for being such an ass.
“I like it when you call me God,” Jennifer could almost hear Jack say in that arrogant tone of his. She closed her eyes, imagining him returning to her. He’d snuggle the swelled pout of her cunt into his palm.
He’d have a knife in his teeth.
Her skin burned. Sun and lust made her tingle all over.
Jennifer flexed her fingers, the fantasy dissolving. Her arms were going to sleep. Great. Where was he? It was typical of Jack to waste the promising moment. What if he didn’t come back? What if he’d slipped, fallen, whacked his head, and now lay dying in a pool of blood? She’d fry out here. No, she thought, long before she’d die from heat stroke, the lack of water would get her.
This was ridiculous. He’d be back. He’d untie her. Maybe they’d play a nice game of chess under the sunshade and have lunch before heading in.
Jennifer licked a beaded droplet of sweat from her upper lip, her mind wandering.
They never played games like this at home. Jack always said their marriage was practical, like them—sensible and no-nonsense. Jennifer had talked about someday running for public office but had ended up a mom and a wife instead, happily for the most part. Jack had climbed the ladder at his law firm and now sat perched on the comfortable rung of a senior partnership.
They loved one another in a cozy, quiet way, like most married people who’ve been together forever, who had kids and other priorities. Sex had always been decent, if not earth shattering.
Jennifer pushed those thoughts away and imagined her husband again with a knife clenched in his teeth. His normally conservative hair was longer, minus the spreading bald-spot in the back. He was naked now. She gave him a better body while she was at it, gently muscled with one of those six-pack stomachs. Jack was in good shape for his age, but it was her fantasy so why not live it up?
“Oh, Jack.” She squirmed. She looked from the wicked curve of the knife to his penis. The engorged purple tip of it rubbed her belly, its wet little eye winking. No Viagra needed in this daydream.
“Hold still.” He lowered the blade, skimming it over her bathing suit.
She held her breath.
Jack slid the sharp knife under the elastic at her thigh, cutting the fabric, shimmying the back of the blade over her stomach, between her breasts, and out the neckline. The swimsuit shrank back, showing a body still fine, her belly marked with the webbed spider-fingers left behind from her children’s sharing of her body, her breasts small, her middle only slightly thick. It was a body she was content with, though sometimes she wondered if Jack was. He never mentioned it.
He tugged the hair between her legs. The tip of the knife just barely pierced her neck, hardly registering over the thrill of his fingers splitting her puffy folds, finding the eager nubbin of her clit. He flicked it up and down, like a tongue lapping, doing it the way she liked best, though he didn’t know it; they never talked about things like that.
She arched, pressing into his hand. “Don’t stop!”
“You like that, don’t you?” He licked the tiny droplet of blood seeping from the scratch on her neck and slipped the knife under the ropes holding her. She didn’t want him to cut her loose, not yet.
“You know, I could leave you tied here, " he said. “After all, I did win. Per pirate law, the winner takes the spoils.” He snaked two long fingers into her, pushing them deep, fucking them in and out.
God, she was so fucking hot.
Sweat dampened the creases behind her knees. Her muscles convulsed around his fingers. She was going to come, squeezing her cunt to a sexed up beat, her cunt dancing in time to the titillating scene she imagined.
“Damn it.” She stopped, startled by the whine of a boat engine. She scanned the horizon and she saw it heading for them, fast. She felt trapped, exposed, and vulnerable.
“Jack!”
He didn’t come, but the boat did, closer and closer, one of those sleek powerboats. What if it was one of the modern day pirate boats they’d been warned about when they’d rented the charter sailboat? Jack had laughed at her when she’d gotten nervous; no pirate would dare board Jack The Big Shot Attorney’s boat.
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She squinted and saw two people standing in the cockpit of the approaching boat. Shame and fear spiraled through her at the thought of anyone seeing her like this; she’d have laughed at herself, if she hadn’t have been so scared—here she was about to be raped, robbed, perhaps even murdered while her husband lay dead somewhere, and all she worried about was what people would think of her.
For all she knew they could be nice pirates, sexy like in movies and romance novels—expecting to be met with resistance, happy to let her live. Maybe they’d even untie her. But then again, maybe they wouldn’t.
Alarm and a jolt of adrenaline jangled her nerves as her thoughts slid in that direction. Jack had been her only lover. She knew he’d have been surprised at how wet she was, imagining pirates who looked like Johnny Depp having their way with her.
“Make ’er walk the plank!” the Deppish one sporting a faded blue bandana and a giant bulge in his pants said.
“No, let’s cut her down and fuck her,” the other one said, pinching her nipples hard.
Her stomach caved in as she sucked in a breath, looking into the nipple pincher’s eyes—dark brown and slanted. She thought of him sliding his cock into her mouth and wondered if he tasted like the ocean. She licked her lips. She was thirsty.
“We can fuck ’er just fine, right here.” The one with the bandana had a change of heart, and pushed the other pirate aside. He lifted his knee, parting her thighs. He freed himself from his snug pants, wiggling his huge cock all over her belly. He dragged the swollen head from the top of her slit to the bottom, over and over, every little kiss of him a tease. Then he slid into her. Fuck, he felt huge.
The nipple pincher with the sexy eyes came up behind her and put one hand over her mouth, the other over her rear. He wedged himself into her crack. Jennifer wondered if he was going to fuck her ass.
Her knees buckled and the cock inside of her pushed deeper. She was tight, clenched. The pirate worked his way into her until her body finally accepted all of him. Oh yes, it felt so good. His dick was as crooked as his heart, and rubbed in all the right places.
The pirate behind her tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her while his partner moved with firm, grinding thrusts.
“No, no, no.” She struggled, but her pussy welcomed the cock with a greedy cling, and a rush of wetness. She buried her nose in long dark hair, breathing in the smell of pirate - sun, sweat, man, and danger.
“Yes, yes, yes!” He took her, filling her completely while the other one jerked off behind her. His fist jiggled her ass with each pull of his cock. His breath was hot in her ear, but his voice was far away, too far away.
Jennifer frowned.
“Hey, lady, are you ok?”
“What?” She looked around, blinking, her vagina gripping with the orgasm cut off just as it was about to slam into her. Damn it. She saw the “pirate” boat had pulled up, a paunchy tourist behind the wheel, his trophy wife clinging to his arm, not a sexy pirate in sight.
“Oh yes,” she said, clearing her throat, smiling brightly. “I’m good, just practicing knots.” Jesus, could it get any worse?
Paunchy looked like he wanted to argue, but Clingy Trophy Wife tugged his arm, and he just saluted, spinning his boat around, heading toward green and red harbor lights twinkling in the distance, marking the island’s jetty entrance. Boats bobbed up and down at moorings in the clear, aqua water.
“Jack!” Jennifer yelled.
Jennifer closed her eyes, trying to calm down, picturing the moment when Jack would free her from the ropes, thinking of how she would cling to him, nuzzling his ear, whispering kittenish, “Untie me, please.”
She’d slide her hands down his back, making him groan. He’d crouch down, cutting the ropes around her ankles, pushing her damp bathing suit crotch to the side, his tongue slipping between the swollen lips of her puss, fluttering. He’d not done that in years.
He’d lap at her, tempting her to let him suck until she exploded. She was so close.
She thought of the way the pirate had pulled her hair, and gave Jack’s a good yank, stopping him. He looked startled, his lips glistening with her juices. She shoved him back, grabbing the knife, putting a knee to his chest and the blade to his throat.
“What the fuck?”
“You don’t like it when I’m in charge do you?” She asked the question not caring if he did or didn’t; she liked it a lot. She reached back, grabbing his cock, sinking it into herself with one firm thrust, digging her heels into him.
He grabbed for the knife. “Jesus Christ, be careful with that thing!”
She jerked his hands away, nicking his neck with the tip of the blade the way he’d cut her. “Like this?”
“Fuck!”
“Yes.” She fucked him hard and rough, just the way she wanted it. She reached down between her legs, rubbing her cunt in fast circles with no thought of anything but her own pleasure. She was almost there.
She knew he was shocked. She didn’t care. He’d never seen her like this. He seemed to like it, or at least his penis did—it jerked inside of her, oblivious to Jack’s pissiness at the turn of events.
He moaned, lifting his hips off the deck. She rocked forward, letting the knife go. It zipped past his ear. She kissed him, growling into his mouth. The ring of muscle at the entrance to her tight hole gripped him, clenching tight. His balls lifted, tickling her ass when she ground down on him. She did a wicked shimmy with her hips, hoping he wondered where in the hell she’d learned that. Her clit slid down his shaft over and over. Her orgasm burst suddenly, slamming into her, sucking him in deep, milking him, making him spurt in quivering surges deep inside of her. Her body pulled him in and spit him out, as if it couldn’t decide what it wanted.
“Ohh…fuccck,” she moaned, coming and coming.
“Are you still reading that stupid book?” Jack was back, carrying the chessboard.
Jennifer opened her eyes as he settled into the cockpit, easily steering them past the jetty and moored boats, back out to sea. Her heart pounded until the spasms in her pussy faded away.
She unclenched her quivering thighs, adjusted her bathing suit bottom and slid her hand out from under the book on her lap, A Pirate of Her Own. She was flushed with orgasm, and ready for a nap, but Jack didn’t notice.
She smiled. “I’m done reading. Let’s play a game before lunch.”
The End
I Circle Around You
I circle around you, inspecting you with my eyes, and as I do I the minx inside awakens. Yes, here is a fine one. Yes, it will be a challenge to get you to submit but it is one I am looking forward to.
I go over to the table and slip on my metal nails with a grin. Yes, these work so nicely. I pick up the restraints and the blindfold. You are standing still right where I asked you to. I tie the blindfold about your head and make sure it covers your eyes.
The restraints are slipped about your wrists and securely fastened to hook over your head. Your ankles are encased in leather and securely fastened to the bolts in the floor. I smile as I inspect this handy work. Yes, you could break free if you really wanted to but half the fun of this is to see how far you will let me proceed.
I rake the metal nails across your exposed skin. You groan as they touch your skin. I slide a set of nipple clips on your exposed nipples tightening them. You notice that a tiny metal weight dangles from it, its coolness touching your flesh. I admire the new addition and smile.
I nip at your flesh here and there. I circle around you and go back to the toy bag left on the table near by. I chuckle as I unwrap my favorite toy. You hear a snap of leather and you jump a bit for you did not expect this.
I cross over to you and dangle it across your skin. I circle behind you and step back a bit but not after running my nails down you flesh once more. I look at you with my eyes all a glimmer, and let the first crack of my whip hit your back side. I wait to see your reaction and….
the crack of the whip landed smack across your back, stinging as it did. I smile as I see you try to avoid its lick against your skin. It encourages me to continue. Have no fear I am not one to simply crack the whip at ones bottom oh no for I was taught better than that.
I circle around running the leather of the whip across your skin. Letting you breathe in my scent. I run my nails across your skin, licking and nipping at your back before cracking the whip once more against your skin. Mmm, yes this is beginning to be some fun.
I let you feel the sting of my whip a few more times, and then I check on you to see how you are doing and to make sure your skin is holding up well to this. I do not seek to mar your flesh…but rather to make it sing. When I think you have had enough for the time being I go back to nipping at your flesh.
I have the whip tucked into my outfit as I stroll over to the table once again to pick up yet another toy. I know now that you need this more than you were willing to admit…even to yourself.
Oh yes, I have done this many times. I’ve just hid well in the shadows, perfecting my skills with the willing. I take out something that will cause no pain…or will it? I cross back over to you. Stopping behind you I reach out so you will know that I am there.
I run the soft fur over your body, letting it coolness and silkiness caress your body, and from time to time I swing it against you letting it hit you with a snap.
“Meet my bunny fur flogger,” I say with a chuckle and an evil grin.
With my other hand, I continue to scratch at your exposed skin. I was enjoying watching you become engulfed by the flames of your desires; the pain though intense was just awakening them even more. I come to a stop in front of you and lean in to place a sweet kiss upon your lips.
Unexpected, oh yes, it is but when have I done anything you expected since this dance began? I drape the flogger on your shoulder letting it rest there. I start once again to bite at you, letting it enflame you even more. And then…
as I lean in to nip at your sweet neck I feel you move suddenly against your restraints knocking the flogger from your shoulder onto the floor. It hits the floor with a resounding thud. You look at me with a bit of fear in your eyes. You know you have just done something you should not have.
I know very well that it is my skill that has made you do this but none the less I can not let you get away with this tiny infraction…yes that it what it is. I lean in and bite at your flesh hard enough that I know you will cry out.
“Do not ever let a toy fall to the ground again.” I start to say bad pet, but then I remember you’re not Mine…yet.
I circle around to your back and pick up the dropped bunny fur flogger. I rake my nails across your flesh some more, loving how you squirm beneath this touch.
I nip at your flesh here and there. With a smirk on my face, I cut away the material from your body. The look on your face tell me that you didn’t expect this either. You didn’t think you could keep your clothing now did you? *chuckles*
I walk around admiring the view. I can hear you grumbling at being so overly exposed now. I smack your ass hard with my whip. Enjoying the sound it makes as it hits you. I turn to nip at your flesh some more, dropping down to my knees to bit at the flesh on your inner thigh.
Didn’t expect that now did you? I rise once again to my feet. I go back to the toy bag once again and retrieve a blindfold. I come back over to you and start to place it about your head anf…..
I let the one that had been about your head falls to the ground as I untie it. It is soaked with your sweat. I feel your heart beating faster as I touch you. I lean in and kiss your sweet lips to calm and soothe you.
I don’t want for you to feel distress. I run my hand over your body. I see you try to stifle a moan but it crosses your lips none the same. I release your legs from the bonds for just a few moments. You didn’t expect what I did next. I slide your pants off you and reattach the restraints.
You blush as soon as you realize you are no longer hid by the pants. I lick my lips a bit at your beauty….I am after all one who appreciates the human form in all shapes. I run my nails down your newly exposed flesh and listen to you gasp as I do. Mmmmm such a sweet sound to my hear.
I lean in a bit once again and whisper in your ear to say, “I do not shed your clothing to embarrass you. I do it so that I may gaze upon what my touch does to you.” *purrs softly into your ear*
I walk around where you are bound to the floor, my nails softly scrapping your skin. You can feel me but you can not see me. I feel your hear beating. You don’t know what to expect next. The next thing you feel is the sting of my whip against your bottom. You gasp sharply.
Your breaths become a bit shallower as I reach to touch you with my hand. I offer you comfort from my touch, and soon you feel the caress of the bunny fur against your skin once more. You start to lean into towards it which brings a wicked smile to my lips.
“So you think you want the sweet feel of that do you?”
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My whip kisses your back side once again. I wait patiently for you to come to the realization that all this teasing can come to an end simply if you beg for it to stop. I rake my nails down your inner thigh and then back up again. You arch your body towards my touch, your cock brushing against my hand.
I chuckle at you and rub the bunny fur along your member. A groan crosses your lips as I do. Does someone like the feel of that? A wicked grin crosses my lips as I continue to rub it over you. I see your tongue dart out across your lips.
You pull against the restraints as if to test their strength, but to me it means you will soon say the words I have been longing to hear from your lips. Surely you can’t withstand that much more of my teasing or the kiss of my whip. Or can You? I know better and soon enough my waiting is rewarded. I hear you speak finally.
“Please, I have had enough. You have shown me what it is to be yours. I am yours now…but please no more of this now. I can not take any more”
I smile as you say those words. First I undo the blindfold covering your eyes and let it slip to the floor. I undo the leg restraints first, and then the wrist restraints. I set my tools upon the work table as you idly rub when the restraints had been. You clear your throat and I turn back around to see you kneeling upon the floor.
“Please my Lady, it would please this humble servant if I could please you. Your desires are the only importance.”
I grin at you. I know how far you have come in just a short while to have said those words in that way. I cross the distance between us and….
I motion for you to wrap your arms about my waist. I softly run my hands through your hair. I look into your eyes and let you see the pride that I have for you there. I lean over and kiss your sweet lips. You close your eyes and simply enjoy my sweet touch.
I tap you on your shoulder and you rise to your feet. I take your hand and lead you into the bathroom. A hot shower would feel nice right about now for you. I turn to leave you there but you draw me in with you. I chuckle softly at you because I was still dressed and thankfully not in leather but in silk.
You peel the silk from my body, and let your hands roam over me. I relax to your touch. Softly you ask me for permission to touch and kiss me and I grant that to you. I gather up the soap buff to wash your body with, but your hand swiftly takes if from me saying you’re not quite ready for that.
I look at you for a moment and wonder what it is you are up to. Soon enough I know as I feel your hands roaming over my body, tempting and teasing me awake at your touch. You drown my lips with your sweet kisses as you hand reaches between my legs to flick over my hard nub.
You know that you will find it all ready hard and my slit wet for teasing you – teases me as well. It isn’t long before you are drawing a moan from my lips. I run my hands down your body softly caressing your contours before coming to rest upon your cock.
You are hard and wanting for my touch. You stop my hand from touch you and tell me that this is my pleasure not yours. I smile at you as you say those words for you are truly learning what I meant. You slip two fingers inside me and….
slowly move them rhythmically inside of me. The touch sets my body all the more on fire. A moan crosses my lips as you continue to awaken my body with your touch. You don’t tease…no you know better than to do that. Teasing me at this point would be a very bad idea.
You some how sense that. You kiss along my neck, finding the spots that drive me to passion. I rest a bit against you, my legs not supporting myself well due to your pleasurable touch. You whisper in my ear all of the things you felt bound as you knew what it would do to me.
Never did I truly think you would actually submit as you have. Softly I pull your lips from my neck. I find my heart racing now. I lean back against you and feel your hard cock resting softly against my cheeks. I move a bit as if to tease you and you hold my hips firmly and remover your fingers from within.
You gently maneuver me so that you can have better access to my pussy from behind, and lay my palms flat against the time. You run your cock between my lips and lightly tease me. I push back against you trying to impale myself on you. I am done with all of our teasing. I tell you to stop this teasing and before I can finish those words your cock is inside of me.
The feeling is so sweet. Softly you thrust into me know I won’t be able to take it like this for very long. I cry out from the pleasure you are bringing to me. With little warning you turn off the water and guide me to my bedroom. You coax me onto the bed and quickly follow to resume our bit of fun. You grip my hips in your hands and pull me to your every thrust.
It doesn’t take long until you bring me. The orgasm is quickly crashing down around me. I rake my nails down your back which brings you to the point of no return. You hold me close as you spill you send into me. You are truly mine now…in every way. Spent you curl next to my body and hold me close.
You whisper in my ear, “Thank you my Imzadi”
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams