Alex returns to life, Kristin likes her sex a little rough.
Collision of the Two
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.
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.”
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
Continue reading Jungle night
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.
