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Love in the Library
"Good morning, Miss. I've got your usual station reserved for you, if you would just like to follow me."
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Damn, it's the school ma'am; Tuesday is usually The Angel at this time. Oh well she might be in later I suppose.
I don't wait for the librarian and head off on my own, I've been coming here at least three times a week for the last 5 years and can find my own way to the warm oak desk that has almost become my own. She tags along just to be sure, I suppose it's part of the job, but I'm too tired to join in the whispered small talk. I place my hand on the back of the leather upholstered chair, my index finger resting in the place where the missing metal stud should be and I feel at home.
With a curt, unfelt 'Thank you, ' I dismiss the school ma'am and move to the rack of books behind my desk and find the tome I was reading the last time and heave the heavy, leather bound book back to my desk and settle down to read.
"Don't stare." I hear a voice whisper to my left and a young child's voice answer "But mummy, that lady is following the words with her finger and her lips are moving, you said only little girls do that when they read."
I ignore the brat as it is dragged away, hopefully to be chided for its grossly uncivilised behaviour. Self consciously I try to stop myself mouthing the words as I read, but the flow dries up and I make a conscious decision not to let the miserable kid ruin my pleasure, but the spell is broken and I stop to take a drink from the bottle of water in my bag.
Sitting back I let my mind wander as I take the roll call of my fellow bibliophiles. To my left and 3 stations behind is Bruno, his tweed jacket smelling of damp from the rain this morning, mixed with the heavy pipe tobacco that gave me his name.
To my right is Florence, named for the way she speaks with a slight Italian accent and her apparent insatiable love of tomato sandwiches.
I wasn't surprised that Miss Marple was missing, she was an infrequent visitor on Tuesdays, presumably having to make time to go to the post office to collect her pension, and anyway this morning's rain would have set off her cough so I am not disappointed she has gone awol.
Until Bruno pushed back his chair and snapped his book closed, and from the sound I knew he had finished his novel, I wasn't aware of time passing, the words flying off the page to create a world in my mind. He shuffles to the desk and speaks sotto voce to the librarian, although with this old buildings acoustics he may as well have been shouting, and in some ways it would have been easier to ignore if he had, there was something about a whisper that just cried out to be listened to.
I check my watch, the hands making the perfect vertical line of six o'clock and I decide to stay a bit longer and return to my fantasy world in the pages of my book.
I roll my head and feel a crick in my neck, but I'm not ready yet to go home, especially as I hear the sound of metal tipped heels on the tiled floor, The Angel has arrived. I continue to try to ease the stiffness in my neck as her voice floats across the room, like water rushing breathlessly over submerged rocks as she apologises to the school ma'am for being late.
In comparison to The Angel's voice, the other woman's is harsh as she berates her colleague for being so inconsiderate and proceeds to put things in her hand bag in a way that just screams her bad temper before stomping out.
Although I've never actually heard her, I'm sure in her mind The Angel hums to herself as she click clacks round the shelves replacing books in their proper place, and I'm sure the school ma'am disapproves of it, in fact she probably disapproves of The Angel per se. But I don't; I love to hear her heels making a staccato statement that she is a woman as well as a librarian, her long cotton dress swishing against nylon clad legs pronouncing her femininity.
"Well zat is enough for tonight." Florence say's, stifling a yawn; and her chair scrapes backwards and her soft leather boots muffle her steps as she leaves, the wind whistling for a moment as she opens the door to the outside world I came here to escape.
I try to return to my book, but my mind is elsewhere, following the sound of The Angel as she moves between the stacks, then I realise I haven't heard her for a couple of minutes, she was in the travel section and now there is just silence, the sort of silence that is impossible to ignore.
In an instant I'm back in my parents garden, the scent of roses my mother held for me to sniff, their soft, velvety petals brushing my nose and cheek transporting me there in a flash; and I know she is behind me, her perfume so sweet and heady it almost masks her natural musky odour, almost but not quite, the two combining in a wonderful way that robs me of my ability to concentrate.
I read and re-read the same line over and over but the words don't form a coherent whole in my mind, each one an island, isolated from its neighbour and the scent grows stronger and I can hear her soft breathing as she moves ever closer on her silent stocking covered feet.
I wait for her to speak but the deafening silence remains and I flinch involuntarily as I feel her hands rest gently on my shoulders, her thumbs pressing lightly just below the nape of my neck finding the knots that have settled there as I read. The thumbs press a little harder and I feel the long nails of her fingers against the top of my collar bone.
The thumbs move as mirror images up beneath my bob cut, her palms sliding forwards until her little fingers are just beneath the open neck of my silk blouse. I let my head loll to one side, my cheek caressing the smooth skin on the back of her hand and her perfume becomes stronger and for the merest instant I feel her hair brush my other cheek.
I want to speak, but her silence makes me mute and I just fall back against the chair, my shoulders cushioned against her cotton covered stomach.
She's bolder now, her little fingers following my bra straps downwards towards my already aching breasts and any tension I had felt was dissolved beneath her expertly gentle touch.
Her hands come together, her index fingers touching as they move down between my swelling breasts, the other fingers flowing over the lacy material of my bra, before her nails scrape back, having not quite reached my nipples as I so long for them to do, and heaven, they move back and I feel her hair again, prefacing the warm lips that are now kissing the side of my neck and I moan, softly, but it echoes around the high room as her teeth close lightly on the lobe of my ear.
I press her hands against my breasts with my mine, only the gossamer thin material of my blouse separating them as her warm wet tongue slips inside my ear and I am unable to suppress a shudder and I'm scared she will think I don't want her to continue, but she doesn't stop, her lips now landing velvety kisses on my cheek before vanishing only to resume on my other side, repeating each practiced, enchanting touch and I squeeze my thighs together, trying to magnify the delicate tingles that are tickling my dampening pussy and I know my aroma is mingling with hers just as I want our bodies to mingle.
I whimper as her hands withdraw, leaving mine to fondle my breasts through my blouse. I feel her take hold of my glasses and remove them and I'm afraid, vulnerable without them and I start to protest but her hand holds my chin, her index finger lying horizontally across my lips, forbidding me to speak, and I taste her, my lips parting and my tongue exploring the length of her finger. She tastes clean, a mixture of soap and moisturiser and the hint of varnish on her nails and I want to bite her digit but it is removed, leaving her taste in my mouth and the forbidding in place.
Soft silk covers my eyes and it smells of The Angel, as if the scarf had been around her neck and I let her tie it behind my head. I am hers now, I know whatever she wants The Angel can have and I shiver to think that what she wants is me.
I ache for her touch, but the hands have gone, only her fragrance remains, filling my mind like a fog and I hear the unmistakable sound of silk swishing against nylon and I know she is taking off her panties and my heart races as I feel them caressing my cheek, the silk warm and soft against my skin.
They smell of her, her musk infusing the material and I taste her as she presses them against my lips. I open my mouth to let my tongue feast on her and her fingers push them between my lips and I want her so badly. Wait it's too much, she's filling my mouth with them, pushing my tongue down and back, my mouth full of her scent and taste, too late my cries are muffled by the silky panties.
Her hands are caressing my shoulders as I try in vain to push her knickers out of my mouth, but they fill my void and I can't as she gently guides me to my feet and I hear the chair being moved away.
I lift my hands to my face to try and remove the gag, but she takes my wrists, not harshly, holding them only by her fingertips as if taking my pulse, but I stop moving and let her move my arms to my sides. Powerless to resist her, I leave them there even after she releases me.
I feel her cotton covered breasts against my back and her soft clean hair once more against my cheek and I am no longer concerned about the gag, I'm content to feel her close, and to have my mouth full of her taste.
Her arms encircle me and I hear her nails click against the pearl buttons of my blouse as she unfastens them, exposing my body to the warm air and I think I am going to melt, to puddle at her feet into a quivering pool of desire.
My blouse slips down my arms to lie discarded at my feet and now her hands are on my hips and the zip of my skirt sings as it is slowly, oh so very slowly drawn down, held now only by the button at the waist that she is already twisting through the buttonhole and my skirt joins my blouse around my booted feet.
With an obviously practised skill, her fingers unfastened my bra and my nipples cry out their pleasure at being released from the confining cups, before I'm ignited as her nails scrape against the sensitive nubs, electrifying me with lust for her.
Her hands leave my breasts and slide over my firm stomach, moving outwards until they once more hold my wrists and I offer no resistance as she pulls them behind me leaving the wrists crossed, the backs resting against my silky French knickers
I know what she is going to do, and yes the satin feels warm against my wrists as she binds them in place. I whimper softly against her panties that have soaked up my saliva, and my mind is as full of her as my mouth is.
I'm turned, once, twice, three times, the heels of my boots tangling with my discarded clothes, and still I'm spun. I only stop when her hands leave me and I am a little afraid, totally disorientated, I don't know whether I am facing her or not and she is as silent as a ghost and the taste of her in my mouth masks the source of her scent.
I've lost track of time, have I been stood here seconds or minutes? My heart is pounding so fast I can hardly breathe and I flinch as the back of a nail traces across my ribs, vanishing just as quickly as it appeared.
Now I feel her warm breath blowing against the nape of my neck and then into my ear, a finger tip slides up the outside of my thigh as she teases me, knowing I daren't move from where she has placed me for fear of falling.
She's lifting me; her hands either side of my waist and I'm sitting on my desk, my panties sliding across the wood that has been rubed to a shine by years of use. I splay the fingers of my bound hands and steady myself even as I feel her pull my legs open and stand between them, her cotton dress against my skin as she leans towards me, her pussy pressing lightly against mine and I want to cry out as her warm moist mouth finds my breast; but her panties still fill my mouth and I just whimper softly as her tongue dances across my acing tit, spiralling around my hard nipple.
Her fingers squeeze my other nipple as she plaits her other hand in the back of my hair, pulling my head back and now she is covering my mouth with hers and I long to push my tongue inside her but I can't.
My hips grind in counterpoint to hers, her cotton dress swishing against my silky knickers and I think I'm about to explode and I hear her ripping open her dress, the buttons down the from popping slightly as they escape their holes and she is naked save for her stockings and I feel her flesh against mine as she returns to teasing my breasts and my head buzzes with desire for my Angel.
Both her hands are now kneading my soft mounds, nailed fingertips squeezing my nipples as she kisses her way down my stomach, her tongue exploring my navel before travelling further downwards, her mouth now over my dripping pussy, her saliva soaking into the silk covering panties, the material slicking to my skin, dampness added from outside and in.
I need to scream my passion for my Angel.
Long nails scrape my hips as she starts to pull down my knickers, I sense her eagerness and try to help, to lift my arse, but my legs are dangling, my hands bound and in any case The angel is managing quite well on her own. I sag back, but only for a moment until she has thrown away my panties and I feel her warm breath on my pussy, her lips hovering just above and I try to push myself into her, but she maintains the separation.
My minds screams silently as her tongue touches me, flicking like a butterfly drinking nectar at a flower and I squirm uncontrollably as her teeth hold my clit before her lips surround it, sucking it into her warm orifice and I cum, I cum, I cum.
My body is on fire, and she is feeding the flames and I no longer care where I am or even who I am, my Angel wants me to cum and I do so for her, again and again until I no longer rber anything other than cumming. I am an orgasm, it is what I am here for, to cum and cum again as The Angel wills it.
When did it stop? She is still kissing me, her warm tongue lapping my juices and my body aches, my bound hands pressing into the small of my back where I have collapsed unnoticed on to them.
She must know I have returned for her tongue stops and her hands are on my shoulders lifting me, she wants me to stand, but my legs are shaking and I gladly let her lower me to my knees.
I hear the scrape of the chair's legs and then fingers pushing past my dry lips, the panties being pulled free from my desert dry mouth and I want, no I need a drink, and my Angel knows it, for her hands cover my ears, her fingers knotting into my hair and she forces my head towards the sweetest source of moisture I could ever imagine.
I coat my tongue and lips with her, smear her juice around my mouth and I want more, and she has more than enough as she bucks her hips, pressing herself against me, and each time my tongue dips into her the liquid sweetness is renewed and the whole building reverberates to the sound of The Angel's pleasure.
She's kneeling now and our mouths are locked, each tasting ourselves in the others mouth and the world is a wonderful place to be as our breasts press against the others, damp pussies conjoined as they quiver.
We part, both gasping air and I hate myself for it but I have to ask. 'Why did you blindfold me, Angel?'
"Because." She says and my heart leaps at the sound of her voice. "I blindfold all my lovers the first time, so why should I treat you any differently?"
Even had we not just made heavenly love, I would have adored her for all eternity for those words.
"Would you like to see me now?" She asks and I nod, a poor representation of the desire I feel.
Once more our breasts meet as she reaches behind me, delicate fingers slipping the knot and the silk scarf falls to the floor and I see her; my fingers that can read small raised dots on paper trace over her baby soft skin, rising over high cheek bones and being tickled as her long lashes flutter. Her mouth is warm with full lips lifting into an easy smile. "You are beautiful." I gasp and I know I have pleased her with my homage for the smile broadens and we kiss again, slower now, more lovingly and I am the happiest woman alive, for in a place a blind woman had gone to find escape from a cruel world, I had found my hearts desire.
The Panty Boy
That gorgeous scent coming from panties drives me mad.
It was a rainy summer, a long time ago, and it was my birthday on that day, so we decided to party in my place, and entertain my buddies, and have a good time. As I was there in my apartment, guests began to arrive, unhurried, though.
Perhaps this would be a good gathering, until last guest arrived. She was my girl friend named Blanca Guerrero, a Spanish, dressed elegantly in black tight pants and a blouse with horizontal stripes on it. She looked stunningly gorgeous like this! I wished I played grab-ass with this girl, clutching and touching -I thought.
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We all sat at the table, but I had to stand up to fetch some drinks. On my way back to my chair, I saw my friend Blanca bent over against the table, while I stared at her. I noticed for a split second her red panty, sneaking out of the pants, so I stood up instantaneously to look at her panty better, and consider her. She wore a red panty, kind of synthetic fabric. I finally, sat down again, to join the group.
I became too inquisitive since then, and wished to see Blanca's red panty again, so I never missed a chance to check if the panty still slipped out, gazing at her rear, and buble ass. Also I'd make sure she only was wearing that particular panty, the one she wore on my birthday's party, then realized, with dismay, it was not red, or my view was blocked. I thus was becoming obsessed, thoughtful, and only wished to lay a hand on the panty, to caress and feel it. I couldn't do anything about that, since it was obvious she'd refuse to give it me to keep if I ever dared to inquire.
Months later, I was having fun with friends on the week end, and bought beers. We picked them up at a nearby liquor store and started to drink on the way to our car, except were surprised by the sudden arrival of Blanca Guerrero's elder brother, who approached to us. He reasoned we all would be more comfortable if we went to his place to drink the beers, and gladly accepted. No one would bother us there, because his parents were gone today, as he pointed out. We drank a lot of beers here, and soon some buddies informed they wished to leave. It was at this moment, when my girl friend's brother offered some bedrooms available in case any of us wished to stay overnight.
It turned out to be a good idea, I thought, while imagined me looking for Blanca's red panty in the drawers, make my day. All of my friends refused the offer but me. They were on their way out while I headed for my car to park it in the garage. I was back in the apartment house and my girl friend's brother led the way to the bed room where I'd sleep. I doze until woke up in the darkness; all was silent around me, so I got up and left the bed room to get into the next door room. How convenient! It was Blanca Guerrero's bed room, so I began to search in her dressing table, until I came up to a drawer where she kept her underwear. I poked one hand, grabed a panty and took it out.
I couldn't see what I had in my hands in the dimness, so turned lights on to find out there was a lovely red panty clung to my hand. Bingo!! Most likely these weren't my panties, others would be here as well. I dug in the drawer for more until another pair showed up… black, yellow, and even beige. Convinced I had hit the right ones now, pulled the drawer close, and began an exhaustive search or exam: this turned to be of big style, reinforced at the tummy. Put it in my pocket, and headed for the garage to drive home.
It was almost dawn as I climbed in my bed and fell asleep soundly, with my clothes on. Perhaps I had slept for hours, and began to take off my jacket, and to strip off my clothes. Rolled up the panty around my shaft and began to jerk off vigorously, to cum in no time with a big spurt of cum load into the air. Guerrero's "thongs" are a gift and a tribute of her marvelous ass, the ideal girl to play bouncy-bouncy on me. She finally got married and moved to another city… until on one occasion kissed the panties away and watched how it was taken away by the garbage collector truck blended into my trash.
I never thought I’d have a new panty experience after so many years, as I now live in a village at Yucatan, a Mexican province. I've just turned to 57, married to a 43 yo. woman. But the “problem” here would be my sister in low. She lives with us in our apartment, a petite 27 yo., about 1.58 cms tall, with tits too small but still ok.
Since she's attending college in this city, she has already been two years in our house now. I get along pretty well with my sister in low, and we like to share together, rent movies or DVDs to watch them. We sometimes listen to music, except for the fact she doesn?t drink alcohol, so it's my turn to drink my beers on weekends by myself. We’ve stayed late, a lot of times, chatting or watching TV. I’ve declined to make any advances on her, and would rather consider this chick as my younger sister, a family mber, and I’m just courteous right from the start.
But this polite attitude stopped one day as my wife was assigned a different shift at work; my little sister in low had and examination at college on that day too, so she got up at 9:00 o'clock, took a shower and changed into clean clothes -dressed up. She had a brief breakfast and left for her institute, so I was now home alone.
I suddenly had to get off bed and went to piss, naked -it was summer time and too hot now. No problem to walk around the house naked, as no one would see me like this. It's normal, typical, for any male to have a hard on in the mornings, so I wasn?t surprised by my dick so hard, and got to the bath room, relieved to drain off. But caught sight of a large basket –it’s cover was gone- full of clothes for laundry. Just on the very top of this container, I spotted my sister in low's panties. No doubt she had just taken them off, and had worn them the day before. I had a feeling she tossed her panty at the basket, rolled up, as she took if off, stepped out of her panty, not being careful, in a casual manner. The inner part was folded inside out, half wet. I took them, unrolled, and took to my nostrils -to sniff and suddenly was invaded by that wonderful pussy scent, her marvelous little cunt smell.
My penis, which had been relaxed, slackened, to this moment, sprang up to life while I didn't give up smelling those thongs, so rich and delicious. A female aroma, womanhood odor had saturated her underwear. I was like in heaven, in cloud nine, holding her panty stuck to my nose, smelling the woman perfume. Besides, the underwear was still wet, as if Bertha -that was her name- had just taken them off a minute ago, so I run my tongue along the panty, feeling the flimsy fabric, and suddenly, at last, I could feel the sweet taste of a genuine pussy.
My dick was already too stiff, and obviously I wasn?t able to evade an urge to jerk off. I rolled the white panty around my stiffened rod and began to masturbate with Bertha in my mind, especially her small tits. It didn?t take long to ejaculate, with a big spurt, jet of cum load that landed on her panties, impregnating them with my cum. No way to wash them now, they’d catch me. I came up with an idea: to laundry one portion of clothes, say load it into the washing machine and pretending I didn?t see sneaked in the pack.
I was done with the laundry, took a shower, and got to Bertha’s bedroom to work with all the commotion in the drawers, trying to figure out where possibly she kept her clean panties -underwear, bra, etc. I looked in her closet and came to a drawer full of panties, an assortment, and collection of pieces, small, thongs, some with laces on it, others bigger, but different colors and texture. I spent a lot of time there, sniffing underwear, and again I was turned on by this sight. Only a few strokes on my rod were enough to cum on one of the pieces, spurting gallons of thick cum on one panty, which I washed afterwards. It was returned to its right place.
I’ve made a lot of more things with Bertha’s panties each time I see them in the laundry basket or in the clothes line where she puts them to dry. Looks like if I’m a vicious fetish, always doing this. I sometimes hit other panties, not hers, in the basket, but they won’t make me as hot as my sister in law’s mouth-watering small panties. Just call me “Panty Boy.” I like it. That gorgeous scent coming from panties drives me mad.
THE END
The Cruise
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THE CRUISE
Christian and Jennifer have been married for almost 5 years. For some time they have been talking about, and having, the nastiest sex they can possibly think of. Fantasies are good.. but then something happens:
My wife Jennifer and I have been married for going on 5 years. I wanted to do something special for our 5 year anniversary, so I booked a Caribean cruise. One week before the cruise, I surprised my wife with the tickets and she was so excited she almost passed out. I explained that I already arranged for her mother to watch the girls while we spend 6 days and 7 nights relaxing. They day we left, we kissed the kids goodbye and boarded the Celebrity Cruise Line.
The ship was absolutely beautiful. There were indoor and outdoor swimming pools along with several hot tubs throughout the ship. I couldn’t wait to fuck my wife in a hot tub and hopefully the opportunity availed itself. The first night, we stayed up almost the whole night. Several times we went to the hot tub nearest our cabin but it seemed like there was always someone around. We decided to try again the next night. We ended up in our cabin and we were already too tired to fuck, so we went to bed.
The second day was filled with food, drinking, dancing and just all around fun. But I still had it on my mind that I was going to fuck in a hot tub tonight, so I took it a little easy on the alcohol. We left one of the bars at about 1 am to go check out the scene. As we entered the hot tub / sauna room our eyes widened. A man in his mid 20’s had a woman sitting on the edge of the hot tub and was fucking her hard. Her back was arched and her eyes were closed as she moaned. Jennifer and I sat there for a second, just soaking in the scene. Jennifer breathed out rather loudly and the man looked over at us. He shrieked, “Oh shit” as he pulled out. They both slid into the tub and looked at us with a “deer in the headlights” look. Jennifer and I turned our heads away and apologized. “We are soo sorry” Jennifer said. The man said “Hey, it’s a cruise right? Sorry were hogging the tub, come on and join us. We’ll stop, I promise” he chuckled. Jennifer and I turned around with half uncomfortable smiles, but fuck it.
We jumped in the tub and after a few minutes we all began talking and getting to know each other. His name was Kevin and his wife was Lisa and they were from Ohio. They were a little bit younger than us. We told them we were from California and that I was in the Marines. Come to find out, so was he. From there it just took off. Turned out we all had a lot in common. Well, after a couple hours of drinking, the conversation turned to sex. Jennifer and I admit that we were coming the spa area to try and fuck because we’ve always wanted to do it in a public place with the danger of getting caught. They said it was the same for them. Kevin offered to go get some beers and I said I’d go with him because I had to piss. We both took a piss and headed off to the bar.
While standing in a short line, Kevin told me that it has always been a fantasy of his wife, to sleep with another woman while he watched. I was like holy shit, because it was a fantasy of Jennifer’s also. While waiting for the beers and walking back, Kevin and I came up with a pretty clever (yet drunk) plan of getting our wives to kiss and hopefully it would go farther. As we turned the corner into the hot tub room, we stopped and our mouths dropped. Jennifer was on the edge of the tub and Lisa had her tongue buried in her pussy. Jennifer looked up and said, “Hey boys, wanna join us?” Lisa lifted her head from Jennifer’s pussy and smiled. Kevin and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders as we started to move quickly to the tub. I took of my shorts and lay down next to Jennifer and kissed her. Lisa put her tongue back in Jennifer’s pussy while Kevin took off his shorts. He told Lisa to get out of the tub. Jennifer moved to the side while Lisa crawled out.
Jennifer was lying on her back and Lisa was on her elbows and knees eating her pussy. I looked up as Kevin moved behind Lisa. His cock was hard and slightly bigger than mine. I got on my knees and put my hard cock against Jennifer’s lips. As Jennifer began to suck my cock, Kevin was fucking Lisa doggie style while Lisa ate Jennifer’s pussy. This was a hot fucking scene and anyone could walk in at anytime. I already felt like cumming after about 2 minutes. I looked over at Kevin and said you want to swap? He gave me an approving nod and I pulled out of Jennifer’s mouth as he pulled out of Lisa. I know the girls heard me, but I don’t think that they cared, so fuck it.
I moved behind Lisa. I started to push my cock in her as Kevin put his cock against Jennifer’s mouth. She looked at me and smiled as she wrapped her mouth around his big cock. Lisa moaned as I pushed my bulging cock into her hot pussy. Jennifer was about to cum and I could tell Lisa was too. I reached down and rolled Lisa’s clit as she rolled Jennifer’s with her tongue. Kevin was grabing Jennifer’s hair and controlling her head as she moaned around his cock. Jennifer started to spasm and that made Lisa start to spasm. Jennifer and Lisa came hard. As Jennifer’s cum drenched Lisa’s mouth, Lisa’s cum coated over my cock. I was so close to cumming and I could tell Kevin was too. Jennifer sucked Kevin’s cock into her mouth all the way. He pulled her head tight against his cock and he started cumming down her throat. The sight of my wife getting a huge load of cum shot into her mouth and down her throat made me go off. I moaned as I started to fill Lisa’s pussy with cum.
Kevin’s cum was dribling down Jennifer’s chin as my cum was squeezing down the sides of my dick. We all caught our breath for a second. I said I didn’t want the night do be over and invited them back to our cabin. Jennifer smiled and Lisa and Kevin agreed. We all got dressed and started walking back to our room. Jennifer and I lead the way as Lisa and Kevin followed. As we walked, I kissed Jennifer. I could taste Kevin’s salty cum on her tongue and lips. When we got back to our room it was about 5 am. We were all pretty toasted but we broke open the mini bar and started drinking more.
Jennifer and I sat on the edge of the bed and Lisa and Kevin sat on the couch. We talked about how crazy that was. Then Jennifer said that she wanted to see Kevin eat Lisa out. Jennifer and I watched in amazement as Kevin pulled Lisa’s shorts down and touched his tongue to her cum filled pussy. Lisa told Jennifer, “Your husband got to fuck me, and I think its only fair…” Jennifer pulled her shorts and panties down as Kevin and Lisa moved to the bed. Jennifer lay down on her back as Kevin pressed his cock against her shaved pussy. Lisa took off her clothes and lowered her pussy down to Jennifer’s mouth. I sat there soaking in the scene. My wife getting her face straddle by a woman while her husband fucks her pussy. Lisa motions me to move to her with her finger. I do. I go to kiss her and she moves my head to side and whispers in my ear. She tells me to lick Jennifer’s clit. I nodded and moved down to Jennifer’s pussy. I began to roll her clit around with my tongue as Kevin slid his cock in and out of her. Jennifer moaned every time my tongue touched her clit.
Several times I slipped and my tongue touched Kevin’s shaft as he slid in and out. I was licking her clit when Kevin’s cock slipped out of her pussy. Before I could react, his cock pushed into my mouth. I felt his head hit the pack of my throat and his veins were pulsating as he pulled out. The skin of his cock was so soft and warm. Slick with Jennifer’s juices. I felt my cock twitch when that happened. Lisa saw it happen and ground harder onto Jennifer’s mouth. Lisa grabed the back of my head and pulled my hair. I looked up at Kevin and he had a combined look of “Oops and fuck it” on his face.
Jennifer’s pussy was creating some serious juice. She was moaning as she ate Lisa’s pussy and took Kevin’s hard cock. Lisa pushed down on my head hard. I found myself with my mouth wrapped around Kevin’s shaft as he fucked my wife. I didn’t fight to move away. My unattended to cock was bulging. All of a sudden Jennifer started to cum. Her pussy gripped onto Kevin’s cock lick a vise. Her heavy breathing and moaning sent Lisa off the deep end and Lisa began squirting into Jennifer’s mouth. I could feel Kevin’s shaft swell up against my mouth. As the girl’s orgasms subsided, Kevin was still holding on to his cum. Lisa told Jennifer, “you know your husband has his mouth on my husbands cock right now”. Lisa lifted up so Jennifer could look. Jennifer said, “Hey, were eating each others hot wet pussys, its only fair, right?”
Jennifer told Kevin she was kind of sore and asked that he pull out for a minute. He pulled out and pushed his balls up against her pussy. His cock was like a half an inch from my face. Jennifer said “Christian, can you keep him hard until I’m ready?” Before I could say a word, Lisa kisses Kevin, lowers down on Jennifer’s mouth, and pushes my head towards his cock. I close my eyes and take his cock in my mouth. I here Lisa whisper something to him as I sucked his cock. I can feel it swelling in my mouth. I can taste precum as my tongue runs up the underside of his shaft. All of a sudden I feel another hand on the back of my head.
Kevin pushes on the back of my head hard as he shoves his cock deeper in my mouth. I here Lisa moan as hot cum starts to shoot down my throat and fill my mouth. I swallow as much as I can but cum is still leaking from the corners of my mouth. I’ve tasted my own before but this was different. I had someone else’s cock cumming in my mouth. My cock was about to burst as I milked his. I felt his head pulsating the back of my throat. As his orgasm subsided, I raised my head. Lisa guided my mouth to hers and kissed me. I pushed what was left of her husbands cum into her mouth. She moaned and pulled of Jennifer’s mouth. She leaned down, kissing Jennifer and pushing her husbands cum into Jennifer’s mouth. There was plenty to go around. Jennifer lay with her eyes closed, savoring the cum that went from Kevin’s cock, to her husbands mouth, to Lisa’s mouth, and finally to hers.
Lisa asked me if I was ready to cum. I moaned yes. She moved down to my cock. She took my cock in her mouth and started to suck it. Kevin and Jennifer watched. It only took me about 20 seconds until I grabed the back of her head and shoved my cumming cock against the back of her throat. I came so hard. As I came, Jennifer was cleaning some cum off from the corners of my mouth and some that had pooled on my neck. Lisa pulled off my cock and I could tell that her mouth was still filled with cum. She grabed Kevin forcefully. She pressed her lips against his and parted his lips with her tongue. She pushed my huge load into his mouth. She moaned “Its only fair” as cum poured onto his tongue. He didn’t fight it. As we all sat there breathing hard… I asked if they would like to hang out tonight, after some sleep of course. They said they couldn’t wait. And Jennifer and I couldn’t either.
…TO BE CONT
Continue reading The Cruise II
Detention
Alexa finds out detention isn't as bad as she thought.
Ms. Robinson was the only teach at Mickinly High School that all the boys wanted to fuck. She perfect, velasious breasts and a nice firm ass. Her clothes were always tighter than they should be and she loved the attention it gave her. But someone had found out that she's wasn't looking for a man in her life, rather than a woman. This didn't stop the boys from watching her hips dance as she crossed the room, her long brown hair flowing along behind her.
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I, on the other hand, found it rather repulsing. Well, until that one day. I wore a pink mini skirt to school and a tight white tank top. During Ms. Robinson's last period math class, I started talking to a friend beside me. Ms. Robinson gave me a single warning that I ignored. After a few minutes, I started whispering to my friend again.
"Alexa, I will see you after school. You have a detention." All the guys smirked and sighed in envy. I grew hot with anger, never having to stay after. But since it was last period, I knew she wouldn't let me leave until detention time was up.
After class, while every talked about their plans as they left the classroom, I stayed sitting at my desk, arms folded across my chest. Ms. Robinson stayed at her desk, a red pen scribling across some worksheets. Finally, after five minutes of silence she looked up and smile. "Alexa, will you pick up some of the pieces of paper laying on the floor." She asked sweetly, turning back to her papers before I had time to refuse. I groaned and got up, starting to bend over to pick up paper on the floor. There was more than I ever noticed.
After getting sick of having to bend over every time, I started to crawl around on my hands and knees. I stood up to go throw it away to see that Ms. Robinson was watching me with a smirk on her face. "C'mere." She motioned for me to go to her desk. I did so and threw the paper away in the can next to her. She stood up and pinned me in the corner, putting her hands on my waist. Her lips were upon mine and I made the mistake of trying to scream, allowing her tongue to enter my mouth. I had to admit though, that she did taste good, really sweet.
Her hand slipped from my waist to under my skirt, massaging me dampening pussy with her index finger. After struggling against her, I finally gave in. She smiled at me, pushing me over to her desk until I was sitting on it. She pulled my pink thong off and got on her knees, running her tongue the length of my pussy. I moaned and leaned my head back, enjoying ever lick and flick of my clit. She soon shoved to fingers into my fuck hole and moaned a little louder.
She fucked my pussy with her fingers while her tongue greedily lapped at my click, sucking and biting it occasionally. She suddenly stopped, licking her fingers before reaching over into the drawer next to her. I had a feeling of what was coming now. She dug around for a moment before pulling out of the biggest strap on dildo I'd ever seen. Well, the only I'd ever seen, actually.
She smiled as she quickly put it on, moving between my legs again, pushing my skirt up to reveal my soaking wet pussy. With one quick motion, she shoved the huge blue stick into me and I gasped in pleasure. She started pumping hard right away, making me moan. I wrapped my arms around her neck and moaning into her chest. She unbuttoned her red blouse to reveal a pair of perfect, firm tits. Her nipples were pink and perky and I immediately pulled one into my mouth as I massaged the other. She tasted so good, I forget all about me thinking that lesbianism was repulsive.
My hand was suddenly making its way down to my clit as she continued to fuck me like no one had. I could feel an orgasm coming slowly and rubed at my clit as hard as I could. "Oh god, Ms. Robinson. Fuck me harder." I moaned, throwing my head back in pleasure. She did just that and soon enough I was coming.
Ms. Robinson pulled the dildo out of my pussy and pulled my head down to it, making me lick and suck it clean. The taste of my own juices only aroused me more, making me want her to fuck me even more. She smiled, obviously reading me as I closed my eyes, trying to get as much of the dildo into my mouth as possible. "You want more?" She asked. I looked up, taking my mouth off the strap on and nodded. She smiled wider and pulled me up, bending me over her desk and sliding it in again.
"You're one horny slut." She commented as she started to pump again, this time going to slowly to torment me.
I moaned, trying to make her go faster, pounding back at her. But this only made her grab my hips so I was unable to move. She started to pull out all the way and then it in all the way again, making me scream. She did this for a few minutes before tightening her grip on my hips and tearing my pussy up as hard as she could. I came again, more violently than before. "Now, it's my turn." She declared, pulled the strap on off and sitting on her desk.
Ms. Robinson pulled my head down to her pussy. "Just do what I did." She ordered. So I did, licking her pussy up and down. Fucking me must've really turned her on, her pussy was soaked and it didn't take her long to come. But once I had her taste I could stop, sending her to violent waves of orgasms over and over until she had to stop me.
I licked my fingers hungrily, looking up at her. She stood up, pulling her panties back on and handing me mine. I shook my head, deciding I wanted to walk home without them. "So, do you want another detention tomorrow?" She questioned, smiling at me as I grabed my things.
I smiled excitedly. "Of course. But maybe my punishment should be a little more severe."
"That is very possible." She agreed, packing her things up as well. As we were walking to the door together, I could feel her hand playing with the hem of skirt before rubing my ass. As we existed into the hall, she walked her separate way.
The next day, she made sure to give me an even longer punishment.
