Collision of the Two

Alex returns to life, Kristin likes her sex a little rough.




Alex stood looking out the window at the city of LA from his 47th floor office. The sun had just set over the Pacific, traffic patterns had changed, from flowing out to flowing in, the Lakers had a game at Staples Center, he could see the lights of the Santa Monica pier and the Hollywood hills. Life should have been good, he was young, just 29, wealthy, movie star looks with very, very sad blue eyes. She had been gone for a year this day. Could he ever love again, did he even want to?

Celeste had come to Alex in a dream a week ago. She had called him Alexander, as she had in life. She had come to him late at night, in the twilight moments before deep sleep, like she had the other times. This time she told him it would be her last, she had come to release him from his bond and free him.

"If you love me Alexander, you must let me go. We had each other and it mattered but you must go on without me my love. I will remain in your heart forever, but you are free to find other loves. I will love you forever. For me, for the deep love we had for each other, heal Alexander", and she was gone.

Alex, knew Celeste would come no more. She was right, for as long as he lived, Celeste would be part of him. Part of his being, integrated into his personality, a rare gift. He had been feeling the sadness leaving and the sense of loss retreating and he understood why she would no longer come to him as he slept. To no one he said, "Goodbye my love, goodbye". He returned to his desk to finish sending email.

As he clicked the send button for the last email he heard the soft knock on his office door. His face lit up when she came in, his "Hi" came out of his mouth like a smile. It was the rock who helped keep him together through the last year. Kristin, was his senior partner and VP. She had been with him from the beginning, starting as a programmer working her way up to his second. She had his trust and a 3ed share in the company.

Kristin was fourth generation LA and understood the Southland. She was a California girl and didn't deny it. Her accent was pure valley but her mind was pure raw intelligence. Many a man foolishly underestimated her and saw only the raw beauty and relaxed laid back attitude at their peril. You didn't fuck with Kristin and if you did you walked away with scares. If Kristin let you fuck her you walked away a lucky guy. Kristin wasn't a bitch, she just knew how to take care of herself.

Alex was looking at her through different eyes, not paying any attention about what she was saying about Hong Kong. It was like he was seeing the woman for the first time. It not that he had missed Kristin's sensual athletic body and erotic charisma until now, they were not as important to him as her ability and besides he had Celeste whom he worshiped.

Kristin was ten years older than Alex but looked about his age. She worked out with a vengeance at 5AM every morning, ran in the evenings, skied every chance she got and ate well. That killer body didn't just happen. Alex looked at her and felt love for her. He had aways loved her but not like this. Not the kind of love that demands to be fulfilled physically. He was quite surprised when he felt a tingling feeling between his legs.

"Let's go up to the Palisades and have dinner at my house, I'll cook." Alex said.

Kristin was a little taken aback, she had plenty of meals with Alex but never been asked to his place at this time of night for no reason at all. She was surprised at the physiological changes ever so subtle in her heart rate and breathing. She sensed something, maybe something wonderful.

If Alex had been married to any other woman than Celeste she would have made a move on him, but she respected both of them too much. Kristin knew how to use a vibrator to pleasure herself and in the early years at the company she would pretend the vibrator was Alex entering her. She had let go of the fantasy long ago, but the longing for Alex had never really gone away. She could feel an attraction going. She could feel her nipples harden. She too, felt erotic feelings between her legs.

"What about Hong Kong"? Kristin queried. Alex always dealt with business as it came up, it was like he hadn't heard her.

"Can it wait", he asked.

"Yes, they don't expect an answer until tomorrow evening", she replied.

"Great, lets go", Alex said heading for the door. As he passed her he stopped, put his arm around her gave her a squeeze. "Well, have fun Kristin. Let's go eat and drink some wine" Alex had made up his mind he wanted this woman, he wanted her bad.

Kristin followed Alex in her Porsche 911 Turbo Cabriolet. She had paid $140,000 in cash for the car. She liked to drive it fast, but god damn Alex and his Prius, Mr. god damn green was doing all of 60 miles an hour. She calmed herself down realizing that old feelings were awakening and there was nothing she could do about it. She had loved him all these years. She never had committed to anyone in all that time. Yes, she had sex, loved sex, was very accomplished in the arts of love. She went through men one at a time using them for her satisfaction. She always tired of them.

Surprisingly, Alex was a good cook, and a fast cook. When they were done with the meal they went out on the deck that faced the Pacific Ocean. Each had a glass of wine. Alex put his arm around Kristin and she shuttered and let out a light moan. She felt like her legs would give out. Even strong women have their weaknesses.

She was confused. "Alex, are you sure you know what you are doing."

Alex took Kristin by both hands and faced her, "Yes, I know exactly what I am doing. I love you for all you have been for me over the years, especially for the year since Celeste died. You cared for me and gave me love with no expectations. Come and share my bed with me tonight and tomorrow we will plan our new life together."

"Oh my god, Yes, yes Alex, love me and I will love you. yes, oh yes, yes, yes", the excitement of Kristin's response was genuine and spontaneous.

In the bedroom they stood facing each other, Alex undid her blouse and as he slipped it off her shoulders he kissed her lightly on the lips and before he broke the kiss he bit her lip gently. It was enough to cause a quiver of feelings in her. He looked her in the eyes, his now loving eyes and smiled a smile of life. "Look at you, look at you", he said as he feasted his eyes first on her face then on her chest. She reached behind her, undid her bra took it off so he could look at her breasts. She smiled, she was happy, she pushed her chest out ever so gently.

Her tits had a nice full shape, firm with dark hard nipples. He touched one gently at first then looking at her, their souls seeming to connect through the eyes, he pinched her, smiled and they kissed deeply, mouths open and tongues at war. He loosened her skirt, slipped his hand inside her panties, put pressure on her clitoris, her beautiful and glorious clitoris. Two finger spread her lips and penetrated deep inside her cunt. She like it, she liked it a lot.

Alex had intended to undress her slowly but spontaneity and passion took over. They each franticly unhooked, undid, pulled off any and every piece of clothing until their bodies, fully unclothed, were pressing tightly against each other. Everything was hard, muscles, cock, clit and nipples. They were eager finding the rhythm of their love.

Kristin felt his hard cock pressing against her very moist, no not moist but very wet pussy. She reached down and forced her hand between them and took his hard cock in her hand. She let out a quick "Oh", expressing her pleasures at its size then grabed it hard, looked him in the eyes and drove her finger nails in the shaft. "MINE" she cried and smiled.

He pushed her up against the wall. She pressed her tits against his chest. He held her around the waist tight against him, grabed her by the hair pulling her head back and breaking the kiss. He held her like he owned her. He looked at her giving her one more chance to say no. She offered him a kiss with her lips and whispered yes.

He took her to his bed, on her back with her hands behind her head she lie submissively for him as he explored her body with his hands, mouth, lips, tongue even brushing her nipples with the head of his very hard cock. He sucked her nipples and bit them hard, she yelped lightly and he pretended to be sorry, worshiping her tits then again unexpectedly biting her left nipple very hard. and this time pinching the right. She moaned with pleasure. Kristin liked it a little rough and Alex had sensed her desire.

He worked her pussy with his hand sometimes nicely sometimes not so nice, her eyes were closed when unexpectedly he went down on her using his mouth, lips and tongue to worship her sweet shaved pussy. Alex understood a women pussy, he knew where and how to use his mouth, lips, hands and tongue. Kristin was stating to get out of control. Alex decided not to let her cum. He reached up and pinched both of her nipples very hard, enough to stop what would have been an orgasm.

Kristin spank to life, sitting up and pushing Alex on his back. She got on top of him, her whole luscious body over him, she lower herself, her mouth inches from his, looking in his eyes, she hissed, "Bastard", and with a smile continued, "Lets see how you like it.".

She put one hand between his legs and fondled his cock and balls while licking and sucking on his nipples. He moaned a little with pleasure then Kristin brought the hammer down. Simultaneously, she bit his nipple hard, and grabed his balls and squeezed them so hard he came off the bed like he had been given an electric shock. Quickly, she was over him and her lips inches from his, her voice smiled as she said, "How does baby like it when the tables are turned."

She didn't wait for an answer, she didn't want one, she wanted his mouth on hers and his tongue at war with hers. Alex thought for a moment he would cum, her kisses were that hot and that passionate. It was like they had been making love for years. She broke the kiss and worked her way with her mouth to his nipples, his navel and then he lips lightly tasted the head of his cock. It was then the reality of what was going on hit her.

She opened her mouth and said, "I love you Alex, I have loved you forever", she took his cock in her mouth and loved it. She did everything to his cock that she knew, she could tell he was close especially when she worked his the head with her mouth, lips and tongue. He was at the point that she was when he stopped her orgasm from happening. She didn't want to stop him, she wanted him to cum in her mouth. It was Alex that stopped it. He pulled her up to him and put her on her back. He mounted her, brought his cock to the lips of her pussy and drove his cock all the way in. Their lips met as he slow fucked her with long graceful stokes. She moved her hips toward him making sure he went as deep into her cunt as he could.

They were lost in the motions of love. Lost in each other, she wanted it hard and he sensed it the long slow stokes became a pounding, a hard fucking, the were wet with sweat, with one hand he was able to pinch her nipple and bite her lips as he drove his cock relentlessly in and out of her body. He knew how to touch her clitoris with his cock and he worked his majestic. He broke his kiss, held her head firmly, looking into each others eyes Kristin let go of a lifetime of longing and Alex returned to life. As it happened, as they began to cum, the yelled "I love you", then their sweaty bodies collapsed into each other.


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Home Away

Facing another boring night alone, David is suprised by Inga's conversation, and invitation.






I had attended the CeBIT conference before. It was an annual event for my company and over the last few years had become an annual event for me. This year I was less enthusiastic than normal about going to Germany , but I didn’t have a good reason to back out.

The high tech conference is held every year in Hanover , over five days. It generates a lot of business for my company but the downside is the accommodation. That there are so many visitors that the infrastructure of the town can’t handle the influx of people—there is never enough hotel rooms. To alleviate this issue the local people host exhibitor employees and try to leave the available rooms for conference visitors. To me, the thought of living in a stranger’s home for a week rather than a hotel room was horrible, but after a couple of years I’d come to appreciate their hospitality and the insight into their lifestyle. It was never going to be home away from home, but it was not the uncomfortable hardship I’d expected.

This year I was staying with the Sterne family, Helga and Gregor. They had a son, Frank, and a daughter Inga, who were both at college. Inga had given up her bedroom for me and we all passed the time of day pleasantly as I came and went to the conference and dinner. Basically, I did little more than sleep and shower in their home.

The family gushed with kindness, were always accommodating and frequently offering meals that were not required as part of their boarding deal. Once or twice I accepted their offer of dessert when I’d come home from dinner. Helga’s lemon cheesecake was as good as anything I’d tasted. The children were also around a lot and enjoyed the opportunity to converse in English, something the parents mostly struggled with.

The biggest downside of this year’s conference was that the two colleagues I was traveling with were both were taking their spouses on the trip. This didn’t make much difference during the day as we manned the show booth and talked to customers, but it was a challenge to find a comfortable routine for dinner. Understandably, they wanted to eat alone, and I didn’t. I made it through most of the week hooking up with some old friends and my colleagues but when Saturday night rolled around I had no plan.

I walked around the town center for a while, checking out several local restaurants that were overflowing. The last thing I needed was a table for one in the middle of that cacophony. I thought about touring the red light district, even if it would only be for amusement, but decided not to—one tour there was probably enough for my lifetime. In the end I drove back to the Sterne’s suburb, found a pizza place and ordered a large pepperoni to go.

I wasn’t expecting anyone to be at home, but as I fumbled with the key in the unfamiliar lock Inga bounced her way to the door and pulled it open. She was in her early twenties, had short black hair and looked like she’d been studying as she had on some narrow glasses that I wasn’t familiar with.

“Come in Mr. David,” she beamed. “You got pizza?”

“Yes,” I admitted a little sadly, “The town’s very busy for dinner and I had no plans.”

Inga nodded. Her English, like all of the German students I’d met, was excellent. The funny thing was that most of them spoke with a slight American accent, a product of their watching US TV shows. And I can tell you, from the posters in her bedroom walls, all the cliches about David Hasselhoff being big in Germany , are all true. “Sit down.” She indicated the family dining table, where she had several books spread out. “I’ll get you a beer. Makes the pizza taste better, no?”

This wasn’t what I had planned. I’d figured to eat the pizza in the bedroom and catch an early night. My inclination was to turn down her offer, but that seemed somewhat ungrateful and they may not approve of food in their bedrooms. I placed the pizza box on the table and Inga brought a bottle beer and a glass form the refrigerator.

I indicated that she should help me consume the pizza, but she declined and set about clearing away her books. I told her not to, but she said she’d studied enough and would prefer to talk with me, practice her English. My heart sank. This was definitely not what I had planned for the evening.

In the end, it didn’t turn out so badly. She drove the conversation along very well for a non-native speaker and it wasn’t a hardship being in her company. Inga was tall and slim with a full figure, happy features and clear, bright eyes that were beautifully expressive. I found myself examining her tight blue jeans closely and wondering what she wore beneath her lime green shirt. She’d taken off the glasses and I thought that when she laughed and screwed up her button nose she looked extremely cute. I tried to shake such thoughts from my mind, figuring they were pointless and would only lead to me masturbating myself to sleep that night.

“Tell me about living in America ?” Inga asked. She had never crossed the Atlantic and wanted to. She explained that after college she planned a three-month sightseeing trip through Canada and the US .

I ran through a bunch of things I thought she should plan to do on her trip and told her about my everyday life. I never thought the daily comings and goings of a Program Manager with a passion for dogs and volleyball was interesting, but she seemed enthralled and hung off my every word, down to needing to know how often I went to Starbucks.

Like most people, once I’m engaged in talking about myself, I got more comfortable and started to have fun with Inga. She broke out more beer, one for her this time also, and finally took a piece of pizza, brought it back to life in the microwave and chomped on it as we talked.

“So what’s with the pizza tonight? Why aren’t you out with your friends? Isn’t that what you all come for… the beer, the food, and the red light district.”

I laughed and explained what had happened, that I really was here to work, I could get beer in the US also and that red light districts weren’t of much interest to me.

She puzzled over this. The attitude to prostitution is a lot more relaxed in continental Europe and the fact that men visit brothels is an accepted fact of life. I told her that it just wasn’t something I was used to and had very little interest in. She probed me and I reluctantly admitted that I didn’t like the idea of paying for sexual services.

“It’s no big deal.” She shrugged off my reluctance. “Better that a man has somewhere to go and can pay to fulfill his needs than his home life… suffers, or worse, he rapes someone.”

Not exactly comfortable with where the conversation was going, I shrugged and nodded agreement.

Inga was less inhibited though and bolstered her argument, “The brothels are clean, licensed and pay taxes. Say a man is unhappy at home because he doesn’t get… a blowjob. Wouldn’t it be better that he paid forty dollars for one, than feel bad at home. It’s only a blowjob.”

I almost giggled, enjoying the refreshing attitude. I thought back to my college days and wished I’d heard that statement before—it’s only a blowjob. “Yes, yes,” I finally agreed, “you have a point. I’m just not used to such a… liberal attitude.”

Inga smiled gently and her face reverted to a more demure look. “ America is supposed to be so… free, but I think we’re lucky in this aspect of our freedom.”

I agreed with her, much as I longed to be back in the US where I could get a good pizza.

“I hope your evening wasn’t too bad.” Inga started to clear away the box and empty bottles. “Did I ask too many questions?”

“No,” I assured her. In fact, the evening had flown by and it had been fun talking with her. “This was a much better evening than I expected.”

“And you’re not sad about missing out on going to the brothels?” There was a coy look in her eyes now. She knew she was playing with me.

“No regrets. Even after hearing your viewpoint.”

She shook her head and gave me a scornful look. “Maybe you just haven’t had a European girl.”

I weighed up my answer, knowing I was in a place where political correctness was going to be a difficult challenge. “I can’t imagine that would make all that much difference, but I’m happy sticking to my guns and live without knowing for sure.”

Inga stood and considered my statement. I’d hoped that it left her nowhere to go, but she came back with the least expected question I’ve ever been asked, “What about I give you a blowjob?”

There was nothing in her face to suggest she was being anything other than dead serious. I was about to ask if she meant what she said when she added, “That way you won’t have to live without knowing.”

“I… er…” I stammered my way though a hundred thoughts and was hit by a blast of sexual tension ran through the house like a nuclear shockwave. Inga stood there, taking it all in her stride. Not getting the words out, I probably nodded and she reacted immediately.

“I’ll get another two beers. Shall we go upstairs?”

“If you’re sure,” I said, knowing I sounded lame but not wanting to give up the opportunity not it was apparently real. Inga simply took my elbow and pointed me towards the stairs.

Stunned by the matter-of-fact tone that got us to this point, I walked into her room slightly dazed and watched as she hustled around the room, taking my travel bag from her bed and placing it on the floor. When she excused herself and hurried off to the washroom I watched her lithe frame leave with a bounce and looked at my image in the full-length mirror. There was nothing there to suggest that I was an American hunk, irresistible to Inga. The front of my pants had a tell-tale bulge though, so one part of me had no trouble believing this was really happening.

When she returned her face was all smiles, but nothing had changed about her mission and her hands were all business. For the first time I got the impression that this was nothing to do with proving a point, and all about having fun. Inga stepped straight up to me and started to unfasten my clothes.

“You could get undressed, but I think you’d prefer me to do it, no?” Her eyes looked playfully up at me as she stopped towards the front of my pants.

I said nothing. I loved being undressed so wasn’t about to disagree with her.

She had no trouble with my belt and zipper but before she pulled my pants away she fished in my underwear and took a hold on my cock. While not quite at my peak, I was hard enough for her to nod approvingly as she brought it out. She kept a hand on my shaft while she used the other to ease away my clothes.

When I’d stepped out of my pants she asked me to take off my shirt. I complied, unbuttoning it swiftly while she stroked me towards full strength. Once I was naked, Inga motioned me to sit on the bed. Physically I was rock hard in her hands, but emotionally, I was putty.

“Do you like blowjobs?” She looked up at me, her shining eyes a delight and her hands gently massaging me.

It was probably the most ridiculous question I’d ever been asked, but in her accent it sounded more innocent than it had any right to. “Of course. I love them. I love anything sexual with a woman.” And then, given Inga’s free attitude, I had a quick vision of handcuffs and added, “Anything normal, at least.”

“Good,” she looked down at my cock in her hands. “Maybe we can mutually benefit from the experience then?”

I nodded as she drew her hand all the way up my shaft. “Mutual benefit is always a good thing…” I looked at Inga’s happy face just in time to see her plunge her sweet young mouth over the end of my cock.

Her mouth was wet and her tongue busy. She clamped her lips around the rim of my cock and ran her tongue all around the head. It felt wonderful and I fell back onto the bed. Her hand gripped the base of my shaft and held me vertical as her magic mouth went to work and had my balls tingling in seconds.

“How do you like European girls so far?” Inga came off me and slipped up my body so that her face was directly in front of me. She left her hand behind to continue gently stroking me.

“They seem great… so far.” She kissed me, her tongue immediately exploring my mouth, just as it had done my cock. I lifted my hand and pushed against her breast, feeling her nipple through the material, unprotected by a bra. “But right now, you have too many clothes on.”

That situation didn’t last long. Inga kissed me again and then stood up. She pulled her shirt over her head to reveal her pert, lively breasts with bigger nipples than I’d imagined. She was about to pull open her jeans when I stopped her. “Let me,” I half-asked, half-commanded. Sitting up, I reached over to pull down her zipper, making a slow move all the way down between her thighs.

Inga sighed as I undid her jeans and whispered, “Good.” As soon as the zipper was undone I eased my fingers into the sides of the waistband and started to pull them down. She had to wriggle a bit until I got them half-way down her thighs, but the pair of red and white striped panties that were now inches from my face was a more than ample reward.

As soon as she stepped out of her jeans I ran a finger over the front of her panties, moving down and gently feeling her female contours through the sheer material. I felt her take a deep breath and open her legs a little so my fingers could slide further. As I worked along the furrow of her pussy lips I could feel her heat and I looked up to see what effect my movements were having on the rest her. Inga had her eyes closed in deep concentration as I felt her. She swallowed and I pushed harder into her slit. She bit her lower lip and I moved a finger around the edge of her panties and inside. I continued to watch her as I pushed my finger straight up and into her. Inga’s head moved back and I heard her give a little gasp as I felt her warmth.

I withdrew my finger and quickly pulled down her panties. Now she stood naked before me, glorious and flushed with excitement. I looked down at her pussy. It appeared recently shaven and inviting as the slit disappeared under her. I brought my finger back up and ran it along her pussy lips, noting that they were now feeling wet an excited. It was interesting to me that all the initiative she’d shown in getting me to the bedroom had disappeared and she was now at my mercy.

“You feel so sweet.” I looked up and told her.

She thanked me with a breathy voice and reached out to touch my cheek. With our eyes locked I pushed my finger inside her and watched as she swallowed and bit her lip again. “That feels so good,” she moaned.

I couldn’t resist adding a second finger and thrusting in and out a few times. Inga seemed helpless as I pushed into her and I noted that her eyes had closed. She was soaking wet now that my fingers had distributed her juices liberally. I reached up with my free hand, took hold of her breast and fed the nipple into my mouth. I sucked hard on it and rubed the tip with my tongue. Inga gave an involuntary shiver and moaned as I continued to push my fingers into her.

My aim was to keep her where she was and make her come, but Inga finally managed to snap out of her trance and show that she had other ideas. Stepping sideways, off my fingers, she slipped onto the bed and motioned me to slide up a ways and join her. “How’s your evening now?” she giggled, recovered from her fingering trance and reaching for my cock to starting to stroke it again.

“Definitely better than expected,” I admitted. I wrapped my arm around her and took a firm hold of her ass cheek with my hand. My index finger managed to feel all the way between her cheeks so that the tip rested against her pussy lips. “And I get to explore my first European pussy.”

Inga kissed me, her tongue exploring inside my mouth and her hand pulling urgently on my cock. I worked my thigh between hers and pushed up so that I could feel the heat of her pussy. “Can you put it in?” she asked, sounding quiet and much less secure than she had a few minutes earlier.

“Not yet.” I wasn’t being cruel, or teasing her unduly—I wanted to taste her.

I sat up a little and rolled her over so that I could reach down, pull her legs open and get my face between her legs. I took a look at her glorious open pussy lips and smelled her womanly sex before I lowered my tongue onto her fiery skin.

Her slick skin felt smooth on my tongue as I glided up, along the slit between her lips. She had a gorgeous, tight little hole and I pulled her open with both hands so that my tongue could probe her. I couldn’t get near as deep as my fingers, but Inga wriggled under me as I licked. European girls didn’t seem to be any different from American girls—they all felt great on my tongue and all appeared to love having their pussy licked.

I felt her grab my dangling hard on and start to stroke it. Her slow stroking was a distraction as it immediately started an orgasmic build-up in my balls so I knelt up from my labor of love on her pussy and looked down at Inga. I reached out and felt her breasts in turn and then motioned to get between her legs.

She had other ideas. “Like this.” She got onto her side, lifting one leg up and offering me her open pussy. I was sure she meant that I should lie on my side also, but I decided to kneel behind her and guide my cock into her pussy. She offered no resistance to this idea and even grabed a pillow to raise her hips up a bit to help me penetrate her better.

I straddled her lower leg, shuffled close to her and pushed the head of my cock down to her pussy lips with my hand. When I’d got the tip a half-inch inside her I took my hand away, grasped her hip and her thigh and eased myself inside her with a wonderfully long push. She was tight but I slipped in easy, her pussy walls were superbly lubricated by then. When I’d gone as far as I could I stopped and reached over to take hold of her breast, pulling on her nipple as it found its way between my fingers.

Slowly I withdrew as far as I dared, then pushed again. My delight in feeling her around my cock was incredible. Inga had her eyes closed again and was panting now. She made a vain attempt to lean back and touch me, but I was out of reach for her. I looked down and caressed the curve of her ass cheeks as I make some long, slow strokes inside her. She lifted the knee of her top leg so I could get further inside her and I obliged by leaning over her body so I got as much of my hard on inside her as possible.

If it was possible for me to get turned on more right then, the sight of Inga’s face, eyes closed and covered with a look of delight and relief, did it. I continued to slowly ease in and out of her, keeping my cock pointing down into her pussy and now lightly fingering her clit with my hand. I looked down and watched as my length disappeared into her opening, pushing at her lips, slipping past them and into the depths of her gorgeous cave of ecstasy.

She lifted her leg and her pussy opened wider for me, showing her pink skin and inviting. I took the opportunity to fully withdraw my cock a few times and plunge it back in, deep. Every time I reentered she gasped and her leg dropped, but she always raised it again, as though asking for more.

I rubed her hot little clit vigorously and was rewarded by Inga panting sharply and giving out several tiny squeals of pleasure. As much as we’d started down this journey to pleasure only me, I was now totally enthralled by the way this young sexual creature responded to my movements and found it heightening my arousal. She managed to look back at me. There was no smile on her face, just the wonton look of a woman high on our coupling and seemingly desperate to come.

I stopped forcing my cock downwards into her and slipped onto the bed behind her, into the original position she requested. As soon as I was in position her hand hungrily sought my cock and guided it back inside her soaked pussy. I wrapped an arm around her and planted my hand over her breast. Inga’s skin was hot to the touch everywhere and she was backing onto my cock urgently already. I started a few thrusts of my own and reached down across her belly with my free hand to find her clit.

It was mildly surprising how long it took her to come. I thought she was right on the edge when I started thrusting from behind, but she continued moaning and writhing for several minutes as I rubed her clit and pushed my cock hard into her pussy. When she did climax it was accompanied by a long, high-pitched moan that turned into a string of audible pants that ended with tiny shrieks. There was certainly no mistaking that Inga was coming, and it was a great thing to hear and experience as she pushed her clit into my fingers and clenched her pussy around my cock.

She subsided into my arms, panting and whispering about how good it was for her. As pleased as I was that she’d enjoyed, my mind returned to the fact that I was ready too and I started to push again.

“No,” Inga said firmly and wriggled off my cock. “Let me. I believe I promised you a blowjob, no?”

She rolled me over so I was lying on my back and then leaned across me from her kneeling position and took my cock in her hand. I watched her in profile, her nipples proud and her ass curved beautifully as her mouth descended and gobled the head of my cock.

Inga’s tongue went back to the busy movements she started first time around. This time she brought both hands to work on me, one to grasp the bottom of my shaft and keep me vertical and cup my balls, the other to stroke and twist slowly along my length, following the lead of her mouth as it sucked up and down me.

Lasting a long time while she worked on me was never an option. Watching her slip her mouth up and down and feeling her wonderful movements had me on the brink in seconds. I caught a tiny glimpse of the look she made towards me as my legs stiffened with the approaching climax and she understood—slowing all of her actions down. Her eyes went back to my cock and her hand slipped down from the base of my shaft to caress my balls.

I came hard, the climax hesitating on the edge before it burst uncontrollably through my nervous system. The intense pleasure ran around my body in seemingly endless loops that only started to fade when my cock twitched and started to spurt.

Inga didn’t lift her mouth from me as I streamed come onto her tongue. I looked down and saw her profile again, naked and clamped to my cock.

When I stopped shaking from the orgasm Inga pulled her mouth off me and a long stream of come and saliva mixture ran down my shaft. Her hand was still massaging my balls, something I noted now that normal feeling had replaced spontaneous pleasure throughout my body. Her fingers stayed resting on the soft skin of my sacs as she slid onto the bed next to me. I opened my arm and pulled her close as she settled.

“So,” she turned her face into mine, “how do European girls measure up now?”

I heaved a few deep breaths before answering with a grin. “Just fine… if my experience with one girl is anything to go by.”

“She was fun, no?”

“She was spectacular.” I kissed her and turned to face her so that my softening cock rested against her silky thigh. “Very spectacular.”

“I hope you don’t think this is part of the normal service we offer for conference people?” She was concerned now, her aggression and adventure banished.

“Of course I don’t.” I watched her face lighten again.

“I’ve been wondering about you since you arrived. I wouldn’t normally do anything, but I was studying some interesting data on sexual responses when you came home. When we started talking about brothels… I just got so turned on.”

“When you started talking about brothels,” I reminded her.

Inga smiled, comfortable that she wasn’t viewed in a shady light. She snuggled into my side and whispered, “You think I can sleep in my own bed tonight?”

“Sure,’ I kissed her again, “but I’m not going anywhere.”

“That’s what I hoped.”




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Small companion

From a cage in the forest came Reung's very small companion.




Rains in the north have filled the big river which now laps the large roots of this tree where Rueng likes to sit at this time of the day. Her little constant companion is with her and she feels him as usual comfortably in her underwear.

She can’t rber what she did without him. Oh yes, she can: she was as lonely as she ever was. Looking back Rueng sees her father sitting at his usual spot on the balcony of their wooden dwelling, looking in her direction. His vision is not good any more so she is not sure how far he can see. He is trying to look at the boats on the river.

She feels movement again between her thighs. She loosens the top of her sarong as usual, worried that maybe not enough air is getting through. She hopes her companion will feel sexy soon, as she does. Then she is almost constantly so these days with him around.

She opens her thighs a little more. She places a woven basket on her legs to hide the movements in her lap, just in case someone is watching from the river.

Ah this feels promising now. Her companion is in her groove where she likes him to be. If she can move her lips down there to enfold him tighter, she would.

Now there is a wonderful sensation on her clitoris, a wild tinkling as if a rat or a fish is nibling it with only its lips and not sharp teeth. She squirms. Oh don’t stop, don’t stop, she thought.

Her spot must be hardening up like a shiny button now with all this attention.

Her alluring smell rises into the breeze, as she wriggles and parst her legs a little more. The nibling continues and gains speed.

“Shit, shit,” she mumbles.

Now comes the familiar backward and forward movement pressing deliciously right on the opening of her vagina, which must be as moist as a waterhole by now.

Reung knows that her companion is actually fucking her in his way. She can’t of course feel his penis which is minuscule. But the energetic muscling down there is as usual gradually lifting her to a high mountain top.

Ouch!, ouch! Now the little blighter is actually biting her clitoris.

“Ouch!, Hey!,” she screams. Her father moves and tries to focus in her direction.

Now both sides of her button is being squeezed and kneaded, and moved side to side with increasing speed, as if by tiny but very strong hands and arms.

Reung has come to the end of her tether. Now she has to grab the big solid trunk of the tree now to get ready for what is to come. Her thighs and groin begin to heave by themselves out of her control.

As he usually does, her companion has now ducked inside her vagina, moving back and forth like a disbodied penis, or a hard dildo running on batteries.

A boat cuts through the water with its loud truck engine blasting. The man driving knows Reung and waves to her, just at the time that she is screaming at the top of her voice, her contorted face rising to the tree’s canopy.

“Shit, shit, that was something,” Reung mumbles, sweaty all over. She looks back anxiously at her dad who is still staring at her. She catches a puzzled look on his face.

She gently strokes the now-stationary lump flopped on her pubis under her sarong. She whispers lovingly to it then wraps herself up again. She needs to go to the back of the house now to bath from the big round earthenware tub full of freezing water.

If she is this sweaty, her companion must be wet and sticky as peeled banana. She is afraid that sometime he may drown or pass out in all that hot moisture.

It was some six months ago when she first saw Dun. Yes that was the name that seemed appropriate for him. It was her dad who took her into a jungle that she has never seen before despite being born hereabouts, and not far away from their house near the river.

A scary woman, thin, wrinkled like a dried Chinese plum, with long hair completely white, lived in a house on legs of dark old weathered teak. She knew her dad and greeted him like a friend in her voice as squeaky as a rusty hinge.

They ate and she and her dad smoked some strange-smelling cigarettes after the meal. The smoke blended in with the incense smell that pervaded the house.

“You want a pet, girl?,” the woman asked Reung after a while. “You look like you need a companion. I have many.”

“Come,” she beckoned her to the back of the house as night fell.

There was a large cage at the back. Reung was expecting to see chickens, quails or squirrels.

But there were little dolls of young men in there no taller than six inches, all naked, with little black spots of pubic hair showing. But the dolls moved. When they saw the woman coming, they ran to the back of the cage and cowered there.”

“Men are so useless. This is all that they are good for,” said the woman. “Choose one. Keep it well and it will be your slave to do what you want it to do. But they can’t speak.”

“I caught these youngsters sneaking about in my forest. Now they do chores for me, even climb trees to throw mangoes down to me.’

“They even go to bed with me, tied to my wrists,” she said with a gleam in her eyes.

Dun now goes wherever Deung goes. He is her companion.

He sleeps between her or further down below, as the mood takes him.

Continue reading Jungle night


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Re-United

This hasnt happened to me.....yet


As soon as he entered the hallway of her home the awkwardness was felt by both of them. He followed her into the kitchen where they exchanged small talk.....the weather, work, all trivial things that neither one of them has any real interest in. She offers him coffee. For a fleeting moment she thought she saw a twinkle in his eye as he accepted her offer, then curses herself for her vivid imagination.

As she turns away from him to turn the kettle on she imagines his warm breath on the back of her neck followed by his gentle kisses....... She dismisses this thought immediately! He is after all only here as her friend, no longer her lover, her soul mate, just a friend who has called round for a chat to catch up on all that they have missed in each others lives.

She turns round to face him and is almost startled by how close he has moved towards her. She looks into his eyes and sees his sadness, two deep blue pools of sorrow and anguish. He looks tired, worn down. She wonders what he sees in her eyes. Are they still beautiful? Or do they look tired too....puffy from too much crying? Can he tell just by looking into them how fast her heart is beating now.....can he sense her eager anticipation? He cups her face in his hands and traces the outlines of her features slowly with his fingers.....fingers so gentle. With a look of sheer admiration and love on his face he mouths the words "I've missed you".

He gives her a gentle, yet loving smile and moves his face towards hers and places soft velvet kisses on her waiting lips. Long lost feelings stir up inside her, like electrical impulses running through her veins. Goosebumps tingle up and down her spine.........

Feelings that weren't lost after all, but had just lay dormant waiting for the opportunity to be ignited once more. For a second thoughts of her husband flash through her mind, these quickly diminish as he puts his arms around her waist and pulls her towards him. She feels the hardness of his erection pressing against her. His kisses become harder, faster, passionate, as he runs his fingers through her hair. Their tongues entwined. She sees hunger in his eyes now, like a hungry wolf about to pounce on it's prey. They desperately remove each others clothing, tearing at the fabric in a frenzy of excitement.



It seems ironic that just 20 minutes after his arrival the outfit she had so carefully, painstakingly chosen for this meeting now lies crumpled up, disguarded, forgotten, on the floor next to his.

He pauses, stands back and looks at her nakedness, taking it all in, absorbing what he sees almost as it is the first time he has seen it, then pulls her towards him again with intense desire. His hands are now all over her body, her breasts, her stomach, her buttocks, then to the opening of her vagina, he feels her wetness and senses her impatient expectancy as he massages her citreous with the flat of his thumb, easing two fingers deep inside her. The electrical impulses increase as she is enveloped with an over whelming sense of ecstasy and lightheadedness before she feels the explosion of the orgasm pulsate through her whole body.

She drops down to her knees, facing his throbing mber. Easing back the foreskin with her fingers she licks the tip of his penis, enjoying the unique, familiar flavor and stickiness of his pre-cum. Using her hand she guides it fully into her mouth running her tongue along its shaft, slowly massaging his testicles with her other hand as he lets out a soft gentle moan. Guiding her head away from him he joins her on the floor, kneeling opposite her, once again quenching her thirst for his eager hungry kisses. His hands grasping her breasts, teasing her nipples........then once more down to her vagina. Two fingers stroking her citreous, his thumb pushed inside her anus, her whole body now shaking as she orgasms once more. He pushes her down onto her back and strides over her. Her hands on his buttocks, she pulls him desperately towards her, allowing her hands to rub against the opening of his anus. He enters her, fondling her breasts eagerly as they make love.The hardness of the cold kitchen floor beneath her only increasing her pleasure.

He ejaculates and rests his body on hers as the last drops of semen enter her, his penis contracting inside her.

They lie on the kitchen floor curled up together as one. His whole body bracing hers. Nothing else matters, just the two of them and their reunited love for each other.


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The Farmer's Wife

A Sexy Farmers Wife Gets The Sexual Healing She Needs From a Handsome Stranger




I made sure when I left on this business trip that I had plenty of time so I wouldn't have to break my neck getting to my destination. I'd decided to drive so I could see part of the country I'd never see flying overhead. Things were going along well when my car started to spit and sputter, coming to halt in the middle of nowhere. I got out and opened the hood, taking a look inside.

I don't know why, there's not going to be an arrow or a flashing light pointing to the problem. As I closed the hood in disgust, a farmer came driving up slowly on his tractor. He introduced himself as Jacob and asked if he could be of help. He looked under the hood as well, but nothing jumped out at him. Not seeing anything he hooked my car up to his tractor and towed me to his farm house just up the road, where I could call for a tow truck.

As we rode to the house, I couldn't help but notice Jacob's weathered face from working outdoors all his life. His hands looked like they were made of iron, big and powerful from years of manual labor. Once there, Jacob invited me inside and showed me where the phone was. I was told it would be a good hour or longer before the tow truck would be out, so Jacob offered to let me wait. As I sat at the kitchen table, I suddenly heard the sweetest voice saying,

"Jacob, you didn't tell me we had company!"



"His car broke down and he's wait'n for a tow truck."

"Make us sandwich, I imagine this here fella is hungry."

I looked up to see Jacob's wife smiling at me. Her names was Elly, she had on a tattered old house dress, and no make up, but she had this natural beauty about her. Elly's skin looked so soft, and her hair shimmered in the sunlight as it came in through the kitchen window. Just looking at her made my loins start to tingle. Looking into her eyes I could feel a connection of some sort. Her eyes seemed to smile at me as she put my sandwich on the table. As we ate, I told them I was on my way to Kansas City on business. Jacob said that there was a hotel in town where I could stay.

Elly said, "Jacob, the hotel burned down last month...rber?"

"Can't he stay in our spare room upstairs?"

Jacob was none to keen on that idea, he was sure the tow truck driver could get me on my way. Finally, the tow truck driver pulled up. After tinkering around for about twenty minutes, he said he'd have to tow my car to the garage in town, and they'd have to look at it. I told him I had to be in Kansas City by the end of the week, and he assured me that it would be no problem. As I watched him drive off with my car in tow, I heard Elly say,

"Well Jacob, are you going to let him use the spare room, or make him sleep outside?"

Jacob seemed undecided, so I said,

"Look Jacob, lets see if we can't reach an agreement."

Jacob told Elly to leave and let us talk. I told Jacob that I didn't want to sleep in the barn, and I'd pay him fifty dollars a night for the room. Jacob thought for a moment and said,

"Seventy five and you got a room Mister."



"Seventy Five it is Jacob."



"By the way, my name is Jeff."



Jacob's eyes narrowed as he said, "Now there's one more thing."



"What's that Jacob?"

"I have ta leave on personal family business, and I won't be back for a week."

"I 'spect you ta keep yer hands off my wife...ya understand."



"Jacob....you insult my integrity!"



"Jus' so's you know I 'spect no monkey business."

We went back inside and Jacob went upstairs to get ready to leave. Elly and I sat in the parlor and had some coffee. Jacob came down with his suitcase and said,

"Mber what I told ya son."



"I rber Jacob."



Elly looked at the two of us and said,

"Rber what Jacob?"



"That's our business, you just mind yours."

Then he kissed Elly on the cheek and left. Elly waited till he drove off and then she wiped her cheek mumbling under her breath. She looked up and apologized for mumbling, asking me what Jacob had meant. I told her not to worry about it; it was nothing. Elly and I talked most of the afternoon, she seemed starved for someone to talk to. At around four, Elly told me to get my things and she'd show me to the upstairs room. I watched her as she walked up the stairs, her sexy ass swaying from side to side as she took each step. She wasn't trying to be seductive, but it made my cock start to swell.

By the time we had reached the top of the stairs, my erection was rock hard, and not hard to miss. Elly opened the door to show me into the bedroom, and she got an eyeful. My heart was pounding, hoping that she wouldn't be offended by the sight of my hard-on, or worse, ask me to leave. I was so relieved as a sly smile graced her lips and her face turned a little red. I could tell she was enjoying the sight. I didn't say anything, I just went in the room and put my things on the bed. Elly excused herself, saying she needed to start dinner. While she prepared dinner, I took a shower and shaved.

Elly called me to dinner about forty-five minutes later. As I walked into the kitchen, she had her back to me, but she had put on a different dress. Probably the best one she owned from the looks of it. When she turned around, I saw that she had put on make-up. She looked even more radiant than ever. I complimented her on how attractive she looked. She smiled brightly, saying she never heard things like that anymore. I told her she should, because she looked fantastic. The dinner was great....not only was she sexy and beautiful, she was a great cook. I kept thinking what a dumb bastard Jacob was to let a woman like this go to waste. But...not anymore if I had a say in it.

Elly started to clear the table putting the dishes in the sink, when I put my hand on her wrist telling her they could wait. She looked at my hand, and then she looked up into my eyes. Just as I was about to make my move a sudden thunderstorm came up, knocking out the lights. Elly went and got two large candles and lit them. When she turned around, the candlelight shown in her hair....damn she was sexy. I stepped forward again, as Elly leaned back against the counter. I placed my hand on her cheek, as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I caressed her soft cheek, slowly moving my hand down to her long sexy neck.

Her nipples were like small pebles, pushing against the fabric of her dress. I lightly placed my lips against hers as I continued my caresses. Her breath was so sweet, as our kiss started getting a little more passionate. All of a sudden I felt Elly relax, and her tongue slipped between my lips, and now we were in a passionate kiss, our tongues caressing and exploring as we kissed.

Elly pushed me back and I was worried it was over, that it had been just a fleeting moment of passion, but I couldn't have been more wrong. Elly, her fingers trbling started to slowly unbutton the front of her dress. My cock started to pulse as I watched her unbutton one button at a time, slowly revealing her sexy lace bra, and those beautiful full breasts that were there for the taking.

It seemed like she was taking forever, but finally she unbuttoned the last button. Then her hands fell to her sides and that sultry smile was back. It was her way of telling me to come to her. I reached up and pushed her dress off of her shoulders, looking at her breasts, and the rest of her sexy body as it came into view. I was surprised and turned on when I saw that she was wearing matching lace panties, and a garter belt and nylons.



"Do you like it?" she asked.



"You look beautiful, absolutely beautiful Elly."

She looked at the floor and said,

"I went into the big city once with Jacob, and when he was talking to the man in the Sears hardware department, I snuck into the catalog department and ordered them, and had them sent to my sister in the next town over."

"She brought me the package when Jacob wasn't here."

"Sometimes when he's out working, I put them on and look in the mirror and...and...."



"And what Elly?"



"You'll think I'm sick or something."



"No, Elly....no way."

"Well, I put then on and look in a mirror and then I start to pretend about a handsome man making love to me, and well I touch myself till...well you know."

Unbelievable, I thought to myself.

"Elly, that's not sick, that's called a fantasy, and it's not sick to fantasize and pleasure yourself."

I was done talking, I took Elly into my arms and started kissing her and caressing her soft curvaceous body as she responded like the sexually repressed woman that she unfortunately was. I unhooked her bra freeing her gorgeous breasts, taking them in my hands and caressing them and sucking her nipples. Elly was so turned on that she started cumming almost as soon as my lips touched her nipples.

I whispered to her, "Touch yourself...I want to watch."

Elly's fingers trbled as she cupped her breasts in her hands, and gently squeezed them.

"That's it Elly, keep going....you look so damn beautiful."

Elly smiled, excited by the fact that someone was actually paying attention to her. Then she got a little gleam in her eye saying,

"You know...I wouldn't mind you touching yourself while you watch me....seems only fair."

I smiled and took off my clothes, taking my rock hard cock in my hand. Elly gasped as she watched me slowly stroking my cock. It was obvious she'd never seen Jacob do anything like that. As she watched me, Elly started tugging at her nipples, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger, her arousal building by the second. I watched as her hand moved down her flat stomach, hooking her thumbs in her lace panties and pulling them off. Elly's fingers slid through her thick bush, as she closed her eyes....her body shuddering when her finger moved across her clit.

"That's it Elly....you look so damn hot and sexy....work that pussy for me."

Elly smiled, she'd never heard words like that from a man before. Elly parted her folds with her finger, moving her middle finger back and forth over her sex.

"Is your pussy nice and wet Elly?"

"Oh yes....it feel so good."

"Taste it....taste your juices Elly."

Elly raised her finger to her lips and tasted her sex, cooing as she sucked her juices from her finger. After a moment or two, I lifted Elly onto the counter top, and told her to make herself cum....I wanted to watch. Elly hopped up on the counter, holding onto the side of the cupboard as she worked her fingers into her pussy. Elly was soon cumming, moaning and gasping as the orgasms washed over her.

I moved between Elly's legs as she sat on the counter, kissing her inner thighs working my way toward her pussy. The aroma of her sex was making me drunk with lust for this beautiful country woman. Her pussy hair felt like velvet as it caressed my cheek, as I teased her with my tongue. The moment my tongue touched her pussy lips, Elly gasped and started cumming...her entire body quaked with one hell of a powerful orgasm. I raised up and Elly looked concerned.



"Are you OK Elly?"

"Yes...oh yes."

"It's just that I've never been kissed down there."

"Jacob has never ever kissed you there?"

"Oh heavens no...I wouldn't even dare ask him to, even though I've always wondered what it would feel like...I just couldn't ask him."



"Forget about him Elly."

"Does it feel good?"



"OH GAWD YES!"



"Well then."

With her legs parted wide, I pulled her to the edge of the counter. Then I proceeded to explore every nook and cranny of this woman's pussy again. Elly squeezed her tits and nipples as I licked, kissed and sucked her pussy lips, bringing her to a series of what seemed to be non-stop orgasms. She was moaning and pushing my head into her crotch with her hands as she rode my face. I took her engorged clit into my mouth and Elly came even harder yet.

I wanted to fuck Elly more than any woman I'd ever met. I slowly eased my cock into her pussy....she was so tight it was unreal. I started pumping her hot cunt for all I was worth. Elly moaned and rubed her clit as I pounded her pussy as hard as I could. I grabed her in my arms and lifted her up off that counter, holding her ass in my hands, and slipping my middle finger between her cheeks, and gently penetrating her asshole. She let out a scream that nearly blew out my eardrum, as she started cumming again. Elly recovered and suggested we go up to the bedroom. Once we were in the room Elly said,

"I want to see your cock....you know....touch it....see what it tastes like."

I was a little surprised she had that word in her vocabulary, but it was cool too. I told her to do anything she wanted, it was fine with me. She held my cock in her hands like it was fine china. I told her she didn't have to be so careful...it wouldn't break. She laughed and leaned over and took me in her mouth. I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs spread wide as Elly knelt down between them. She took my cock in her hands and started swirling her tongue around my cock head. Then she started licking my cock from the head down to my balls.

It didn't take her long to get into giving head, and soon she was deep throating me. Damn she was good. Elly sucked me to the edge and before I knew it I was pumping my load of cum down her throat. I asked her how she learned to do that. She got that sly grin again, and told me she practiced on a dildo she had hidden so Jacob wouldn't find it. She also had some sexy letters and magazines locked away too, and she'd read those letters and practiced on the dildo. Smart lady.

Elly showed me where she kept her stash. It was sad she had to resort to that, but then more power to her. I asked her if there was anything in those magazines she'd like to try with me? Elly nodded. She told me she wanted to try anal sex. I couldn't believe my ears, but I was more than happy to oblige. We started kissing and caressing again, when I rolled her over and started kissing my way down her spine. She loved that. Elly started gyrating her ass and moaning when my tongue found that dimple just above her ass crack.

It really got her going when I began running my tongue up and down her crack and squeezing, and slapping her ass cheeks. I slipped my tongue between her cheeks and I heard her gasp. I wondered if I'd gone to far, but when she reached back and parted her cheeks to give me better access I realized I should have known. I ran my tongue up and down her crack, listening to her moan and tell me how good it felt. But when I penetrated her asshole with my tongue there were just the sounds of her cumming.

Now I felt she was ready for my rejuvenated cock up her hot ass. I lubed it with some KY she had and slowly eased the head of my cock into her ass. Elly groaned, but she told me it felt better than she had imagined. Finally I was all the way in. I started pumping her hot ass slowly at first till she told me to do it harder. With Elly holding onto the bedposts I started slamming my cock into her ass. My balls were slapping against her cheeks as I pounded her ass. I decided to try something and I started slapping her ass as I pumped her. She loved it. Now I was slamming her ass with my cock and slapping her ass at the same time.

She reached back and was rubing her clit. I reached for the dildo she'd shown me and I handed her that. She slid that up her pussy and with my cock in her ass and that dildo in her pussy she was screaming into the pillow and cumming in clusters of powerful orgasms. Finally I couldn't hold back any longer and I pulled out and shot my load all over her ass. I massaged it in with the head of my cock, and then I licked up the left over cum. Elly turned around quickly telling me she wanted to taste my cum and we began kissing sharing the taste of the love juices.

Elly and I went in and took a long sexy shower together. I massaged her soapy breasts and nipples, and worked my half-hard cock between her sudsy ass cheeks. We went to bed and laid there in each others arms, talking about sex, and all the fun we can have. My car was ready the next day which I picked up, but I didn't leave town until I absolutely had no other choice. I spent a few more sex filled days and night with Elly before I left.

I told her if she ever left Jacob, or if she just needed to get away, to come and find me. I gave her my address and phone number to lock up in her private box. I've thought about her a lot since then, and someday I hope she shows up on my doorstep. But in the meantime, Elly called and said Jacob had to go take care of some more family business and he'd be gone for another week if I was interested in dropping by... Guess where I'm going!


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London Under - Chapter 2


Peter didn’t really know what to say. He was surprised that he hadn’t figured it out before then. Schuh had hinted that she was his sister, but Peter wasn’t able to figure it out. All the clues where there, he felt stupid that he wasn’t able to, maybe he was too overwhelmed or was paying more attention to Schuh’s body than what she was explaining. That was probably also why he didn’t question much in this strange new world or why he wasn’t afraid of the fate that possibly lay before him. It was possible that every time he breathed, it could have been last. It finally clicked for him though, Peter and Schuh were in danger because they were siblings, and their mother had done something to put them in this position.

“Why did she leave me?” What made Schuh so special? Why had his mother chosen Schuh over him?

“She didn’t leave you Peter; they thought she was too unstable to be taking care of a child. When they took you away from her, she was pregnant with me. She didn’t want them to take me too, so she ran away and found London under.

Peter now understood why he could never find any trace of his mother. The fact that Peter had a sister had just begun to sink in with him, it made him sick. He had just fucked his sister. Fucked his sister. How old was she? He quickly did the math. He was seven when he was taken into care which meant that Schuh was sixteen or seventeen. How could he have taken advantage of someone so young? He began to feel disgusted with himself, and angry that Schuh hadn’t told him.

He didn’t want to be in the same bed as her anymore. He climbed over her and stood so he was on the opposite side of the room as the small single bed. It was a small room though. He was just slightly further than an arm’s length from Schuh. He found his boxers and put them back on. Schuh just looked at him, smiling. This just made him angrier. She seemed so unphased by all that had just happened.

“How could you not have told me that we were siblings before we had sex? I don’t know what twisted things happen down here, but you don’t just fuck your siblings on an average day, especially ones you have only known for a few hours.”

The smile began to fade from Schuh’s face. She was beginning to feel guilty about not telling Peter, but she didn’t really think it was a big deal.

“Things are different down here.” She began to explain. “People marry their family mbers all the time, and have sex with them. We don’t have the same stigmas attached to it as your world obviously has. As I rber it though, your world was once okay with family relations like that. We are those people. We come from that time”

Schuh’s eyes began to tear up. She had just wanted to please her brother. Why was he so angry? She hated the look on his face. She hated the way it made his face go wrinkly. It aged him. She had always wanted to meet her big brother. She was afraid he would go away now.

Peter didn’t know what to say. He just looked at Schuh. She had a sweet innocent face. It was almost child-like except for her cold eyes. He rbered was it was like to touch her, feel her cold skin against his. He hadn’t just fucked her; he had made love to her. It was crazy though, they had only met. Maybe their connection was instant and so strong because they were siblings. His anger melted just as quickly as it started. He was beginning to think that maybe that could be together here in London under and maybe they were meant for each other, not just as siblings, but as lovers.

Schuh moved from her lying position so that she was sitting up. She patted the bed next to her, indicating that Peter should sit next to her. He accepted the spot. She ran her hand through his curly brown hair and looked straight into his eyes.

“Are you alright?” She asked him

Peter didn’t say anything in reply. He just nodded. He was beginning to think that he would be able to come to terms with their relationship. He was already thinking about how much he wanted to feel Schuh’s body against his again. He looked at her pale naked body and cupped his hand around her small breast, caressing it softly. He positioned her so that she was lying down on her back. He positioned himself so his head was in line with her chest. He put his mouth to her pink nipple and began to nible on it gently. He flicked his tongue back and forth feeling her nipple grow erect under his tongue. Schuh tilted his head so the he was looking at her and kissed him passionately. In response Peter pushed his tongue further into his mouth.

“We should get some sleep. We’ll need to leave soon.”

As much as Peter wanted to continue playing with his sister’s body, he was exhausted and decided to get some sleep. He put his head on her bare chest and quickly fell asleep. He was much more exhausted than he had realised.

Schuh saw Peter drift off to sleep. She was exhausted, but knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep. Her head was chaotic with all the thoughts floating around. She couldn’t sleep with them. Schuh picked her mother’s diary from the floor and started reading the passages from the beginning. It was started recently, so Schuh didn’t have to read very far to find the pertinent information. The first ten or so pages spoke more about her mother’s past life in London over than her new one. She was sad, and Schuh could tell she missed her old life, and her son. Schuh thought her mother had loved London under. There was one passage which held most of the information Schuh needed. The beginning of the passage was smudged but Schuh was able to understand most of it.

“...vital to keep London under the way it is. I hope Schuh will understand why she was the one I had to give the key to. Without her, my beloved city will be in ruins. She will be able to bring my Peter, my darling, back to me. She has the key.”

Schuh paused reading and her hand automatically went to the necklace around her neck, which her mother had given her. She didn’t know why, but she did. It was a boxy shaped copper object on a brown leather string. Was this the key her mother was talking about? She didn’t understand what Peter had to do with this though.

“Nobody needs to know how the key works though. I will tell Schuh when the time comes. It will only bring danger to us all. Schuh doesn’t know it but she has the ability to release chaos and havoc on us if she wished to. Baggins is the only person who knows exactly what it is for. Schuh just has to rber the stories...”

Schuh knew the stories her mum was talking about, but didn’t know how they would help. Her mother used to tell her all sorts of stories when she was a little girl, and she loved them, but as she got older, she lost interest and would never want to hear them. She couldn’t rber them very well now. Schuh shook Peter awake.

“I am not sure why, but they need the key, and I have a feeling my necklace may be the key. I still don’t know much, but I know where we need to go next.”

“A key to what?” Peter asked sleepily.

“I don’t exactly know, but I am pretty sure we need to protect it if we are going to keep London under safe.”

Peter was about to say something in response, but they heard voices outside. It was Crespin and Vodder. Crespin had a distinctive voice. He sounded like a heavy smoker; deep and rough.

“Schei?e!” Schuh jumped out of bed and quickly put her clothes on, while muttering to herself in German. Peter did the same thing.

Schuh knew she would be able to give the two men a good fight, but wasn’t sure about Peter. He was slightly scrawny, and quite frankly looked like a typical London overer. Schuh grabed Peter by the hand and led him to the study where there was more than one exit; she didn’t want to be trapped in such a small room. Schuh picked up a poker by the small fireplace and handed it to Peter so he could defend himself. She then hurried out of the room.

Peter was left in the study by himself; his knuckles were white because he was gripping the poker so tightly. He began to feel nervous and jittery thinking Schuh may have left him, but there was no place she could have gone. He heard the front door open downstairs and the men come inside. Peter had never been in a fight before, and thought he would begin to feel an adrenaline rush but all he felt was fear, to the core of his body. He gripped the poker tighter as he heard footsteps come up the stairs. Peter held it like a baseball bat and swung it back ready to hit whoever came through the door.

Vodder came through the door first. Peter swung and hit him in the jaw, knocking him back a bit, but the hit was not as disabling as Peter thought it would be. He soon recovered and began to advance towards Peter again.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Crespin said.

“Yeah, now we really want to hurt you.” Vodder added, smiling sadistically.

Then men began to inch closer to Peter who had no idea how to hit them. Schuh walked back into the study in time to see Peter hit Crespin with the poker. There wasn’t much force behind his swing and definitely not enough to harm either of the two men. Crespin and Vodder had their back to Schuh and were moving towards Peter, who in turn was moving backwards.

Schuh knew she had to act soon. She gripped the two knives she had in her hand very tightly and walked up behind the two men very quietly. When she was about a metre from them she threw a knife into Crespin back, causing him to drop to the ground unconscious. Vodder turned around, but before he could react Schuh threw the second knife into his forehead, causing him to join Crespin on the floor.

“I thought you’d left me.” Peter said.

“Of course not. We need to get out quickly, they are only temporarily dead. They will come back to life at some point; I just don’t know how long it takes.”

They walked out of the study. On the way, Peter took the knife out of Crespin’s back and put it in his pocket. The reality of the danger they were facing had finally hit Peter, he had almost been killed. “Where to now?” He knew they would be walking for a while, but he was almost too exhausted to. He just wanted to go back to his apartment and bring Schuh with him. He wanted them to spend all day making love and staring at her beautiful naked body.

“We’re going to see Baggins. It sounds as though he was working with my mother. He’ll know why we are in danger. We just need to hope Crespin and Vodder don’t figure out where we are going.”

They began walking through the intricate tunnels of London under towards the tavern where Schuh knew she would be able to find Baggins.



***



Schuh could hope, but Crespin and Vodder knew more than she did. They knew where she was headed and they also knew that the couple would most likely have to spend the night at the tavern, it would take them the rest of the day to get there, and they were probably exhausted.

Crespin had already recovered from being stabed; Peter pulling out the knife had sped up the process. His dumber half Vodder on the other hand hadn’t. To entertain himself, Crespin shape shifted into a girl with copper curls. He loved playing with them, and enjoyed the perks of being female for a short period of time. He was able to play with his beautiful pussy as well while he waited.



***



Schuh was beginning to get sick of waiting for Peter to catch up. He was slow and kept getting distracted. Every few miles, he would pull her towards a deserted area and try to fornicate. She just didn’t have time to deal with that. He needed to get his priorities straight and get to the tavern and then they may have time.

Peter knew he should have been looking at his strange surroundings, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Schuh. She was truly the most amazing woman he had ever met. He was so tired and his feet felt so heavy, each step was an effort.

It was always dark in London under, so Peter had lost all sense of time. It was always dark and usually poorly lit, especially in the less populated areas. Peter guessed they were getting close to the tavern because the empty tunnels soon became filled with chaos. There were so many people, and so many buildings. There were also all sorts of smells, which were overwhelming to Peter, but Schuh was immune to them.

There were all sorts of buildings and stalls at the edge of the tunnel. Most of the stalls sold strange things; Peter even thought he saw one selling rubish and another selling bizarre food which Peter couldn’t recognize.

They reached a two storey building which looked as though it had come from the Tudor times. The word Tavern was etched in the wood above the door. They went in and Schuh began to scan the room, looking for Baggins. It would have looked like an average English pub if it weren’t for the people in it. Many didn’t look human. It was also crowded and smoky; the smoking ban obviously hadn’t caught on in London under. There was a bar on the right hand side and ten small round tables crowded closely together; all filled with the various characters that made London under so unique. Most of the people were dressed in aged and out dated clothing. There were people that looked normal; others had additional extremities, or certain animal parts on their body. One man had blue skin and snakes as hair, causing him to look very similar to medusa.

Schuh wasn’t overwhelmed at all. These are the type of people she had known her whole life; the only type of people she had known. She finally spotted Baggins in the corner of the tavern. She grabed Peter’s hand and led him over. Schuh gave Baggins a hug. It was comforting to see someone so familiar to her.

“Baggins I need your help...” Schuh began.

Peter was too overwhelmed with the strangeness of the tavern to pay attention to what was being said. He began studying the faces of all the different people. His eyes locked on a beautiful girl with copper coloured curls. She was obviously a prostitute, but striking none the less. His mind was no longer thinking about Schuh’s sweet pussy, but had already begun to think about what it would be like to have this woman’s mouth around his aching cock.

She was leaning over a table talking to a man. Her ass stuck out in the air and her voluptuous breasts were pressed again the wooden table accentuating her cleavage. As Peter walked toward the girl and further away from Baggins, the noises in the pub drowned out the conversation he should have been listening to. The girl saw Peter approaching her and stood up straight, allowing their eyes to meet. Her face captivated him. It was beautiful and would have been flawless if it weren’t for her eyes; one blue one and one green one. When she was within arms reach, Peter pinched one of the copper curls between his index finger and thumb.

“Should we go to a room?” she whispered seductively.

Peter just nodded; there was no need to say anything. The girl took him by the arm and led him into one of the bedrooms on the second floor in one of London under’s finest establishments. The room was dark and modestly furnished with just a single bed and a chair in the room. The girl led him to the wooden chair and forcefully pushed his shoulders so that he was sitting on it.

The girl seductively slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders, allowing Peter to get a better view of her <breasts. She hitched her dress up on one side, showing off her smooth bare legs. She walked towards him and seductively swung her leg over his, so she was straddling his lap. She could feel the bulge of his hard cock in his jeans. She was fairly tall so Peter’s face was at the same level as her chest. He pulled her dress completely off her should and let it drop down to his waist. He grabed both of her large breasts in his hands as she let down and kissed him, spearing her long tongue into his mouth. She pulled away, leaving Peter with the taste of her last cigarette on his teeth.

She grabed the back of Peter’s head and brought it towards her breast. As he put one of her nipples in his mouth, she began to grind against him, causing his cock to harden anymore. Peter wanted to fuck her, but she wouldn’t let him. Not yet anyways. And he was going to get fucked, just not the way he imagined. He pulled away from her, ready to manoeuvre her to the bed. He wanted to fuck her ass while pulling those copper curls from behind.

When he looked up at her, he noticed something different. Something had changed but he couldn’t exactly place what it was. The change had been subtle; her eyes were rounder and jaw more pronounced.

“Why did you stop baby?” Her voice was no longer sweet; it was that of male; deep and raspy.

Peter instantly recognized that voice. It was Crespin. Peter pushed Crespin off of his lap and grabed the knife out of his pocket, getting ready to defend himself. All of the girl’s features began to change. In the excitement of the intimate moment with Peter, Crespin had lost all control of his shifting.

“Fuck.” He swore under his breath. Peter having a knife made it that much harder. But from what Crespin had seen, Peter was a sissy and his ass could easily be kicked, but before Crespin could do anything, Peter ran towards him and jabed the knife as hard as he could into his enemy’s stomach. Crespin dropped to the ground dead, for the second time that day.

Peter was shaken and quickly left the room to find Schuh, the woman he should have been with. He went to the ground floor of the tavern and looked around, unable to find his sister. Thinking she had found a room he went back upstairs and passed the room where Crespin laid dead on the floor before checking the other rooms.

In the third room, he was still unable to find her, but he could hear her laughter. He went out to the balcony which overlooked the back of the tavern. He saw Schuh sitting rather close to a man she was obviously familiar with. He sat down on a chair that was on the balcony and listened to what they were saying. He was jealous; he could tell that Schuh was intimate with this strange man.

“I talked to your father.” She said. “I now know why Peter and I are being hunted. See this necklace?” she indicated to the one around her neck. “It’s supposedly a key. A key that can somehow allow London under to be visible to London over. If that were to happen we would be exploited, become an attraction.”

“But why would Crespin and Vodder want to mix the two worlds?” Peter scowled as he saw the man stroke Schuh’s bare thigh. They were sitting close together on a chaise lounge, looking straight at each other.

“I am not exactly sure, neither was Baggins. Maybe they think they can get something out of exploiting us. Or maybe they want to do it for their own pure sadistic joy.” Schuh was obviously horrified at the thought.

Schuh’s hand began to caress the man’s cheek. Peter couldn’t see the passion in his sister’s eyes, a passion that hadn’t been there when they had made love earlier in the day. He saw their lips meet; they kissed each other deeply unaware that they were being watched. The man kissed her cheeks over to her ear lobe which he took in his mouth and nibled gently. Schuh began to moan quietly as he slipped his hand into her dress and began to rub her nipples. He undressed Schuh with his other hand.

Peter’s cock grew hard at the sight of his sister’s naked body. The man quickly removed his clothing and was obviously aroused. He remained seated on the chaise as Schuh straddled him, lowering herself so that his cock penetrated her wet cunt. She kissed the man as she slowly fucked him. Peter unzipped his jeans and lowered them so he could touch himself. He gripped his cock and began masturbating wishing it was Schuh’s hand around him. He rbered the way she had felt when they made love earlier.

Schuh continued to fuck the man with increasing speed. Their moaning increased along with the momentum as the man nibled and pinched her nipples. She would pull back as he pinched her. As she moved up and down, the man reached around and grabed Schuh’s ass, spreading her cheeks apart. He put his index finger in his mouth, lubricating it with his spit. He inserted his finger into her tight ass; hesitating before pushing it in. He began to finger her ass as she continued to fuck his cock. Peter wish he could have felt that tight hole. He wished he had stuck his prick in there and fucked her until she came.

The man’s grunt became louder as he thrust himself deeper into her cunt. His thrusts soon stop and Schuh collapsed into his arms. He had cum. Peter continued to wank ferociously as the couple below his rearranged themselves so Schuh was lying on the chaise with the man sitting on the end. He pushed a finger into her pussy. It went in with ease. He rubed her clit with one hand while fingering her with the other. He increased the tempo as he added a second finger, then a third. Schuh moans grew louder, turning into quiet screams as she was pounded by the man’s large fingers. Peter had to bit his lip to stop himself from moaning and giving away his presence.

The man pushed his fingers deep into her sopping cunt one final time with such force that Schuh screamed out. She came with the man’s fingers buried deep inside her, all the way to his knuckled. He leant down and kissed her gently, pulling his fingers up to her mouth, allowing her to taste her own juices. With one final movement Peter came, collapsing into the chair he was sitting in. He continued to stare at the scene below him. The man lay down and took Schuh into his arms. They fell asleep holding each other outside under his balcony.

Peter didn’t bother zipping up his pants yet. He just sat there, thinking. He began to feel hurt. Who was that man? It appeared to him that Schuh was willing to sleep with anyone, so maybe their time together didn’t actually mean as much to her as he had thought. It was then that Peter realised he really didn’t know his sister.


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Making Of a Slut

Submissive slut pleases her man


I love for my woman to be a slut while in the bedroom or if we are in a sexual situation.

I’m into fucking, not making love. I have found some women love to be a whore in the bedroom and treated as such, no matter what their true lifestyle (in fact many of them are the farthest thing from being a true slut in their life). These are the women that I’m attracted to sexually and enjoy being with to fuck. The problem is that there are a lot of women who have never been treated and fucked this way and don’t know that they enjoy/want being a whore. You have to bring it out in them. This is a private activity and in public I treat them with respect. And of course there are some that don’t want anything to do with being nasty in the bedroom. This is another story of me making a woman my slut!

I grew up in a small town in the Deep South and this is prime territory for finding women that enjoy being sluts. All their life they are taught and trained to be a perfect lady in every aspect of their life. It was/is an image that had to be maintained at all costs and no matter what! Women were supposed to be virgins until they married and it was the image that had to be maintained. This led to a lot of suppressed sexuality and urges that were just waiting to be brought out with the right person and situation. It amazing how many girls I dated growing up that acted like virgins but weren’t anywhere close to being one.

This is a story of a childhood neighbor and friend of the family, named Mona. She was my age and we attended the same school and church. She was also the best friend of a female first cousin of mine that was also the same age. As a kid Mona was always around the house with my cousin. While growing up we did not date or run in the same circles but were always around each other at school or church. Mona ran with a much calmer crowd than I did and she was a virgin until she got married for the first time when she was 20 and was married for 10 years. After that marriage she met her University professor and got married again and this time for 18 years. When she got in her late 40’s and was single and really free for the first time she had been with very few men in her life.

Over the years I went back to my High School Reunions several times (10th, 20th, and 25th) and would run into my 1st cousin and her husband (it was a different one each time) and she would always be hanging out with her best friend growing up, Mona and her husband, who was a professor at a local University.

Mona was one of those women that as the years passed she became more attractive. I thought she was a more attractive woman when in her 50’s than when in her 20’s. It was a fairly large graduating class (300+) and I don’t know that I would have looked up or hung out with Mona except for my cousin. Even though she was married, as the years passed and I thought she was becoming more attractive, I let her know how attractive I found her to be. It was my experience with married women (and I have had lots of experience) that even if not interested the married women would rber and appreciate attention from a reasonably attractive eligible bachelor.



As it turns out she did rber the compliments I had given her at past reunions and was hoping to meet up with me at our next reunion which was the 30 year get-together. She was now divorced for several years but had a supposedly exclusive relationship on the Gulf Coast where she lives but came to the reunion in our home town without her boyfriend which I found out later was planned. These reunions would start on Friday and run throughout the weekend with planned activities for Friday night (greet & meet cocktail party), Saturday afternoon (picnic/bq) and Saturday night (dinner and dance). Whenever I went home whether just to visit family or for something like this I would always stay at a hotel/motel. My 1st cousin, Donna (who was also divorced again) and Mona had come into town for the Reunion and were staying at Mona’s mothers for the weekend.

Friday night late/early Saturday morning we (Donna, Mona, & I wound up back at my hotel room to continue partying after the get-together for the Reunion which had moved to a night club afterwards. After smoking a joint with Lynn (Mona doesn’t smoke grass, she works for large company and they drug test) and before I took them to Mona’s mothers, I had Mona in the bathroom making out while Lynn was in the bedroom. I had her sitting on the bathroom counter with me standing between her legs. She was wearing a dress which buttoned up the front from the bottom of the dress to her neck. While making out and rubing her breasts I unbuttoned her dress from top to bottom. I undid her bra to have full access to those wonderful titties of hers.

They weren’t huge but very nice with very little sag for an almost 50 year old woman and had wonderful perky nipples which were very very sensitive. I then removed her lacy bikini panties, got on my knees on the bathroom floor and ate her pussy until she had two very intense climaxes and collapsed on the counter. After she recovered I pulled her to the edge of the counter and tried to put my long hard cock into her wet hot dripping pussy. She freaked out saying she couldn’t do that to her boyfriend, jumped up, hooked up her bra, put her panties back on, buttoned her dress and walked out of the bathroom. With me standing there with my dick hard and sticking out of my pants, her saying that I needed to take her to her mother’s. You can imagine how pissed I was but being the true southern gentleman; I tucked it in, zipped up, and went back to the bedroom to take them home. It turned out that Lynn had gone to sleep on the bed with her dress up almost around her waist, wearing no panties, and with a shaved pussy. What a sight that was for a horny guy like me, who had just been prick teased. We couldn’t wake her up, it turned out she was more passed out than asleep. We left her asleep in my bed and took Mona home. All they way to her mother’s she is explaining that she just had too much to drink and things just got out of hand. I didn’t buy into it but didn’t argue with her, just took her home. Told her I would bring Lynn home the next morning but would see her at the picnic that afternoon. I was cool and distant by then and it bothered her. I think she thought we were still in high school and cock teasing was cool and expected but when she could tell that I was moving on to greener pastures it bothered her. I headed back to my room where my cousin was passed out and not wearing any panties. My cousin Lynn and I are another story another time but you know that we southern boys figured 1st cousins were fair game.

The next afternoon at the picnic, Mona keeping trying to hang out with me but I wouldn’t have anything to do with it. It wasn’t that I was rude but before long I would wonder off and join someone else and not come back to the group she was hanging out with. Over several hours this happen quite a few times and she got the message and didn’t like it. She eventually asked if we could go off somewhere alone and talk for a few minutes. There really wasn’t anywhere to go without looking like quarrelling lovers. So we took one of those boats that you peddle out on the lake to talk. After lots peddling and talking I told her that the fact I didn’t get any pussy was not the problem but for her to act like I had taken advantage of her being drunk had pissed me off. I very vividly described how much she had enjoyed what we did. If she had just admitted how much she enjoyed it and how much she wanted to do it; it would not have been a problem. She changed her tune and started talking about how she had never had her pussy eaten that good and she thought it had scared her and she had over reacted. She then started telling me what she was thinking and feeling while I worked her body the night before. It all had to do with my dick, she had wished she had stroked it, sucked it, and let me stick it into her over stimulated pussy. She said that it wouldn’t have been fair to her boyfriend to have let me fuck her but she wished that she had gotten to know my cock better. I told her that could be rectified and pulled my dick out of the loose leg opening of my shorts so that she could see it and think about it. She reached down and started stroking my cock and it grew to its full glory. She kept looking around trying to figure out how visible we were. I told her not to do me like last night and she said she wouldn’t. I unzipped my shorts and pulled out my cock instead of having it stuck out the leg of my shorts and reached over and started rubing her pussy through her shorts. I told her to put her head in my lap and suck my cock, I didn’t care if anyone could see us or not I needed my dick sucked and told her so. She went down on me and started worshiping my cock with her mouth, lips and tongue. After bringing me to the verge of cumming several times, she looked up and me with this pleading look and said that she didn’t swallow! I told her BullShit! I didn’t care if she swallowed or not but I was cumming so just keep sucking. She took commands very well as I was finding out and kept sucking until I exploded. When I started to cum, I pulled it out and jacked it off on her face. My white thick creamy spunk was in her hair, on her eye lids, and all over her face. I loved it and it turns out she did to; it looked and felt so nasty. She sat up, with my sperm all over her face, and had this dazed but satisfied look on her face.

After we recovered, put ourselves back together, and cleaned up, we started to peddle back to shore and our former school mates for a few more hours of conversation and catching up with everyone’s life. It seemed like we got a few strange looks from some of the others but it didn’t faze us at all. About 5:00PM everyone started heading home or wherever they were staying to get ready for the evenings activities.

That night’s get-together was very nice with lots of drinking and dancing. I danced with Mona several times and sat with her and talked a few times but did not spend my time exclusively with her which bothered her. She finally asked why and I told her I was a grown man with an active and fulfilling sex life and didn’t need a sexual relationship that was limited to oral sex no matter how much I enjoyed eating her pussy and having my cocked sucked. She asked me to be patient with her and she would go home after the reunion and break-up with her boyfriend and then she would be mine to do whatever I wanted. That’s when I told her not to do that because of me. If you want to break-up, break-up but not because of me. I was not getting into an exclusive relationship and didn’t want to be her excuse. I enjoyed my single life style and would not give it up and all I wanted was periodic get togethers for fun and sex, nothing serious. This pissed her off and she stormed off cussing me as an uncaring asshole. I spent the rest of the evening ignoring her and having a good time with others. I didn’t get back to my hotel room until very late and my plans were to sleep in the next morning and then head back to South Florida where I lived that Sunday afternoon. When I walked into my room the message light on the phone was blinking. When I checked, I found that she had left me a message not to go back without seeing her again and please call whenever I got in no matter how late. I called her and she wanted to come over right then but was still being coy and wouldn’t say that she was coming over to fuck me. It was 4:00 in the morning and I very bluntly told her I wanted a sure thing not more foreplay. I told her that if she came over; that I wanted her naked and ready to fuck. I was being very direct, controlling, and demanding which seemed to turn her on which just made me even worse. I demanded that she get naked and drive over with only some type of cover up to keep her from being arrested. When she knocked on my door I wanted to be able to look out my peek hole and see her standing there completely naked. By then, even though I had never had my cock in her pussy, she was mine to do with as I pleased. I told her that when she got there I was going to fuck and eat every hole she has and fill each one with my cum. I told her I was going to send her back to her boyfriend with her pussy rode hard and put away wet. By then she was all for it and said she would be there in 30 minutes.

Shortly thereafter there was a knock and when I looked out the peep hole there she was standing out there completely naked holding a raincoat. I had taken a quick shower and never got dressed, so when I opened the door I was naked and she was naked. I knew she was mine to do with as I wanted and what I wanted was a whore and I proceeded to make her my whore.

I made her drop to her knees right there in the threshold of the doorway to suck my cock which she enthusiastically did like a $50 hooker. Before we fell asleep in exhaustion I had fucked her mouth, asshole and pussy and filled each with my spunk. She went crazy when I filled her pussy full of my cum then dropped between her legs and ate my spunk out of her pussy. She had never been fucked in the ass but once we got it in, she really loved it and I couldn’t fuck her hard enough or slap her ass hard enough while slamming my dick into her asshole. I made her hold her titties together while I fucked them and came all over her face. She loved acting the slut, she loved it when I made her tell me she was my slut, she creamed when I told her that I was gong to share her with my buddies in Florida, and we made plans to get together as often as possible to fuck and suck.

For almost three years Mona and I would get together about every two or three months. She would either fly into South Florida for a weekend or I would fly into New Orleans, rent a car, and drive over to the Gulf Coast for a long weekend. If I thought I had made Mona my slut, I sold myself short because I took her to levels of slutiness that I never imagined that I could get her too. Shortly after my first time with Mona, she broke up with her and started dating. This was not at my request because it added a level of nastiness to know that she was my whore and someone else’s girlfriend. During this period she found that she loved dating young men in their late 20’s or early 30’s. The first time she came down to see me, I broke out my Polaroid which was BD (before digital) camera to take a few naked pictures of her and she freaked out and wouldn’t let me. By the next trip she was eagerly posing and asking if I wanted to take pictures which of course I did. In the two or three years we were seeing each other I must have taken over a 1, 000 pictures and made several videos of us fucking. I took pictures holding the camera of her fucking herself with a huge black dildo, of her bent over the end of my sofa and my dick stuck in her pussy and then her ass, of her after I had cum on her face or tits or ass, her sucking my dick and looking at the camera. Then I would set the camera up on its timer and take pictures of her sitting on my cock, on her knees sucking my cock, with her legs up in the air and me eating her pussy, and with her legs bent behind her ears and me fucking her pussy hard. She loved toys and each time she came down we would go to the sex shop and buy new dildos and vibrators. She loved to pose with dildos in her pussy or ass. She loved to put on sexy lingerie and pose in model’s poses for me and the camera. She knew that I shared the pictures and videos with my buddies which turned her on. To know that these horny old men were looking at sexy, slutty, and nasty pictures of her got her very excited. After she would leave, the next time we talked she wanted to know what they had to say. She would play with her pussy on the phone as I would tell her what they said and what they would like to do to her.

Each year in July she would fly into Key West with her brother and his wife for a 4 or 5 day vacation. Her brother and sister-in-law were very nice people but a typical married couple who had been together over 25 years. They weren’t prudes at all but Mona could not be her true slut in front of them. I would drive down and meet up with them to party and to have and be with Mona. When we met in Key West we stayed in a bed & breakfast of about six units. The accommodations were built around the small pool and like most adult B&B’s in Key West are clothing optional. She was very conservative as far as being nude when her brother and sister-in-law were around. About midnight after her brother and wife had gone to bed we would go to the pool to swim, drink, suck and fuck. She would start off topless and after a few drinks we would get in the pool. It wouldn’t be long before she had her hand in my trunks and my dick hard or have me sitting on the edge of the pool with her in-between my legs sucking my cock. While in the pool, I would pull her bottoms to the side and slip my cock out of my shorts into her hot horny pussy. You wouldn’t believe the number of times we would be in the pool fucking and someone else staying at the B&B would come back from partying and have to walk within 5 feet of the pool to get to their room. She loved hugging me around the neck which put her titties flat against my chest and conversing with them about their evening while my hard cock was pulsing in her cunt. She would flex her internal muscles to keep me hard and interested while talking with them. She really got off on this and if she heard someone coming she would make sure it was happening by the time they got to the pool. If she didn’t cum while they were there talking to us, then shortly thereafter.

She had fantasies of being gang banged which I couldn’t arrange but did have her fuck a couple of buddies with me. She loved having more than one cock at a time. It didn’t matter if one was in her pussy and one was in her ass or if one was in her pussy or ass and one was in her mouth. She especially liked both to jack off on her face at the same time while she was on her knees in front of us. After one of my friends and I had fucked her and they left, she became almost insatiable when we were alone and would wear me out until I would have to cry uncle.

Even though she wasn’t into women, I brought a woman into our sex life a couple of times. Mona was also an exhibitionist and love to show off her body and to fuck and suck in front of people. We met a woman friend of mine out for drinks one night and after a couple of drinks I invited her home with us to smoke a joint. We went to my place in separate cars and on the way; I was telling Mona what I was going to make her do with me while she was there. Mona got very excited about being a slut in front of this woman and couldn’t wait to get home and let the party begin. When we first got there and sat down on the sofa, I told Mona to get undressed as I wanted her naked. We would both enjoy looking at her naked body as my friend was bi-sexual. She asked if we were going to get undressed also and I said no. She undressed and we sat around and smoked the joint. My friend and I were talking about Mona like she wasn’t there. Talking about her physical attributes in sexual terms. I would ask if she liked Mona’s ass and then proceed to tell her how much Mona loved being fucked in the ass with my cock or a dildo. I would ask what she thought of Mona’s neatly trimmed bush and pussy. I would then tell her how good it tasted. By then, this was turning Mona on so much she is rubing her clit and finger fucking her pussy. I would pull out my cock and tell her to suck it hard so I can fuck her ass in front of my friend. She went to it and started sucking it right away. After it got hard, I made her bend over the end of the sofa with her head low and her ass high. I got between her legs, applied some lube to my cock and into her ass and then slowly started to push it up her ass. The head popped through the outer ring and I stopped to let her grow accustomed to having a long hard cock up her ass. Shortly after that she started backing up on my cock trying to get it in all the way up her ass. I then started talking to her asking if she liked having are ass fucked? Are you a whore who likes your ass fucked? Do you like being my whore and having your ass fucked in front of my friend? After I got her talking by making her answer my questions, she just keep talking and being the whore. She had her hand under her body, between her legs and was finger fucking her pussy with two fingers as I plowed her ass hard. She was moaning how fucking good it felt. My friend came over and got between my legs behind me and started licking my ass and balls as I was fucking Mona’s ass and then started to help Mona finger fucking her pussy by inserting one of her fingers in with Mona’s. This set her off and Mona started to cum and screams that she was Cumming. This set me off and I filled her ass with my sperm. After I got through Cumming, I staggered away and let my still hard cock pop out of her ass. Mona collapsed forward over the arm of the couch and my friend went between her legs from behind and ate my sperm out of her ass before moving to her pussy. She ate her pussy until she had another strong climax.

During the time we were together she was still dating and fucking when back in her home town. She found out how horny it made me to hear about her sex life in detail. I think this motivated her to whore around more because she knew I loved the stories and the details. During one year she slept with over 20 men and I got the details of each. Knowing her previous chaste lifestyle this number is amazing. She also discovered what an ego boost it was to date younger men and started dating and fucking men in their late 20’s and early 30’s (she was in her early 50’s at this time and looked damn good for her age). She fucked two young guys who were roommates and hid her relationship with one from the other. She started dating and fucking one and thought how hot his roommate was and decided to give him some of her good stuff also. To hear her tell it they weren’t that experienced but both had big dicks that just kept getting hard no matter how many times they came. She taught both of them the joys of anal sex. Some of the time I would visit her and she would have to hide me from someone she was seeing because their relationship had reached a level which would not understand hers and my relationship. She eventually met someone, fell in love, gave up her slutty ways, and got married and quit seeing me (I couldn’t understand why, lol). I don’t expect the marriage to last forever and one of these days she will call me up asking me to meet and fuck her like I used too.


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