by Iona Nixon
Our banter had gotten more personal, with Nan flirting and me not trying hard to deflect it. Finally, she stared into my eyes. "Okay, I've had enough. Are you ready?"
"Yeah, it's been a long day."
We walked across the sand and she held my arm and whispered, "I hope you have more rum in your room. We don't want to wake up Old Grumpy!"
"Well" I thought, "Its sounds like she's made her decision." I knew I was hot for her by now, and normally I don't mess with married women: there's enough single ones to get in trouble with. But Wayne let it be known that both he and she were free to explore.
"As a matter of fact," I said, leaning close to her as we walked, "I have a fresh bottle!"
I unlocked my room and held the door as she brushed by me, that half smile on her face and the back of her hand brushing my crotch as she went by.
I poured two drinks and we went out on the balcony. The moon reflected off the sea. She turned to me. "Harry, tonight was great fun. Thanks for having me. I won't be mentioning this part to Wayne. He plays at being promiscuous, but in fact, he hasn't been functionable in quite a while."
"Oh, I'm sorry...I thought... all the stories..."
"Oh, there's a lot of that going on in our town, just not including us, although he says he's fine with me doing it, he's just not able."
"And do you? Do it, I mean?"
She smiled again. "If you were twenty years older, I'd be all over you."
"Nan, don't let my age be a deterrent."
"It's not, mine is. You don't want an old biddy."
I took her hand and held it to my semi-hard bulge. "You try and tell him you're too old. He's already decided you're pretty fantastic."
She squeezed and smiled. "Him? Yes, he does seem a bit... aroused."
"And he's about to get a bit more." I bent and kissed her, our lips parting and my tongue gliding easily past those pearly whites. She groaned as her hand began stroking.
I cupped her ass, forcing her hips against me as her arms went around my neck. I pressed her against the balcony, my hands now free to massage her breasts. If they were implants, they didn't feel it and her nipples were hard under the thin top. I pulled it up and she raised her arms over her head, freeing it.
She clawed at my shirt, popping buttons, then biting at my nipples. She sucked at one, then the other, as I got her skirt above her hips.
Her hands worked my belt and got the slacks open as I tugged at her panties. She stepped back and dropped the skirt and panties to the floor as I did the same with my slacks.
Now, we stood naked in the moonlight, admiring each other, my 6 inches now bobbing in the night air.
We came together in a kiss and she held my cock and slowly rubbed the head against her wet slit, coating the tip with her lubricant. She turned to the rail and bent at the waist, spread wide for me and I dipped the head into her smooth cunt. She groaned and pushed back against me, forcing me further in, with little jerks and sways.
I slid deeper and she gasped when I reached the limit. She purred as she began rotating her hips, staring out on the moonlit bay. "Yes, yes," She whispered. "Feels so good!"
We rocked together, increasing the pace and her gasps were louder and my heart pounded. The beat of slient music moved us, harder, driving me deeper, faster, and she urged me on. "Yes, Baby! Yes! More, More!"
I felt my nuts tighten and lost control as I let loose with a spray of cum deep within her pussy, again and again, as she gasped and sobbed, still holding the rail.
I slumped over her, my drained cock plopping out as we both panted. I reached for the recliner and sat just as she turned and knelt, taking my cock and all those juices into her mouth, licking me clean and swallowing.
She looked up at me and smiled. "Not bad for an old broad, huh?"
I grabbed her and pulled her up to me, kissing her deeply. "You got more life than most twenty year olds!"
"Thanks, Baby, I really needed that. It's been a while."
I smiled back at her, feeling my cock twitching already. "Well, I'll be here all week!"
The End.
Zara and the Alpha
"Where is Ryan?" asked Caleb, knowing the answer was going to be bad. The fact that he wasn't here already was proof enough that something had gone wrong. He growled when Abe didn't answer him but instead looked at the ground nervously shifting from one side to another. Ryan had been off of the pride lands, despite the fact that it meant it was out of their territory and out of their protection. In fact it was forbidden for cubs and young ones that were yet to turn twenty one to venture out of the protection of the pride lands onto poaching territory. It was dangerous, and yet he wandered off of pride lands anyways. The poachers sold him to the New York zoo for a hefty fee before the man who bought him was sent to jail for buying animals illegally.
Cal had had to go to a lot of trouble to get the owners of the zoo to send him back to the pride lands so he could live a normal lion life. They told him they had the most widely known, and most experienced person they could get ahold of, to transport the animals. This girl was apparently well renowned for her experiences with animals, from transporting to medical to even studying, she was the person to call. And she was late. He growled again. The sooner Ryan was back in their hands the better. The threat of discovery of the weres was a very likely possibility. Little did he know that this girl knew about them and had dealt with them several times to avoid the secret being discovered. She helped and dealt with animals that were secretly weres to prevent the discovery of them. She truly was the perfect girl for the job. An omega ran in.
"They're hear." He said, a little out of breath. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Cal was rushing past him outside to where a large van with "Zara's Zoology, Healing and more" printed on the side in big bold letters rested. Cal's eyebrow shot up in surprise and shock. Zara wasn't just well known. She was world renown for her expertness on healing, studying, transporting, and more on animals and especially those found in zoos and in exotic wildernesses. She came so highly recommended from almost every leading animal expert in the world. She was expensive but her prices reasonable and she even made deals with those who couldn't afford. She was a kind soul who cared about humans and animals. She was a millionaire and gaining more money by the minute but she didn't seem to think much of it except for giving it away in boat loads to different top animal organizations built to save endangered animals. He expected a thirty something year old but nothing could prepare him or anyone else that was there for who came out of the truck.
Her hair was a reddish orange color speckled with chocolate brown. A long lock of hair from her bangs was sandy, dirty blonde colored, also speckled with chocolate brown. Her nose and cheeks were freckled with light brown dots. Her lips soft and light pink, and her teeth straight and white from three years of embarrassing braces. Her eyes were deep green like emeralds and sparkled with joy. A smile graced her face. Her reddish orange hair speckled with chocolate brown flowed, wavy, down to the small of her back. She wore a green tank top with a black vest that went down to an inch above her hips. She had on jean capris and was barefooted. The sun shone on her face, framing her hair that was so soft he just wanted to twine his fingers in it. Her waist was slim, her hands and feet small and her ears stuck out a little from her head. The tips of her ears looked a little pointed. The top of her head came up to just below his chin. Her chest was small but not too small. She was beautiful. And so young.
She must be a cousin. He thought. The same thought radiated through everyone who had come to see the famous Zara. Ten little kids rushed up to her and the van jumping up and down and asking where Zara was. She just smiled and bent down and all the little kids huddled around her as she whispered something to them. They all grinned like they just won the biggest present in the world and giggled and laughed and jumped up and down. She stood and turned around, pointing towards him and yelled "Out." She sounded a little angry.
Slowly a young girl with the same reddish orange
hair speckled with chocolate brown and green eyes but without the dirty blond lock of hair, slid out, looking to be no more than twelve, and after her a little boy looking to be ten with the same hair and green eyes. They both looked a little guilty.
The one he thought to be Zara's cousin looked around and spotted him. She smiled and began walking towards him. The two little kids following and the ten other kids starting to follow before two females ran up to them to get them to stop pestering the nice lady, and they reluctantly left. The cousin stopped in front of him and offered a hand.
"You must Mr. Caleb. This is my niece and nephew Tara and Xane, short for Xander, spelled with an X but pronounced as a Z. And I'm Zara."
His mouth dropped open. This twenty one year old, give or take a year, was the famous Zara? Around him the members of his pack that had gathered to see the great Zara showed the same looks of astonishment and shock. She just smiled bigger. He realized she still had her hand held out and he shook it. Her hand was warm. She pulled her hand from his grasp as she turned around and called out "Liza, Beth, help me move the tiger." She walked to the back as two females who looked to be twenty two and twenty three, one with long black hair and light blue eyes to go with her skinny but curvy body, and one with long dirty blonde hair and light green eyes to go with her also skinny but curvy body, got out and went to help her. They pulled down a ramp and the black haired one who was apparently Liza called out to him. "Mind helping?" He motioned for his two betas to help. Mark, who had black hair that was messy and came to just above his ears with green eyes and a tall and strong build, went to Liza's side and Abe, with dirty blonde hair that was a little browner than Beth's, the one with the dirty brown hair and light green eyes went to help Beth. He had blue green eyes like the color of the Caribbean sea. He was tall and strong. Cal had chocolate brown hair speckled with black that went to just below his chin. He was tall and strong also. He had forest green eyes. He went to help Zara. All six of them together was somehow enough to easily pull the lion cage down the ramp. Once they were done, Zara turned toward her niece and nephew.
"Since you two are the reason we can't go anywhere right now you can ask the nice man if we can stay the night so I can get some gas at the nearest gas station tomorrow."
Tara immediately butted in. "That's not true! Xane was pulling my hair so I went to smack him but he was stupid and he ducked and I hit the gas container instead! If he hadn't been stupid. . ." Xane butted in.
"Nuh uh! Its not my fault YOU were too stupid to try and hit me when I didn't do anything wrong."
"It's your fault I hit it instead cause you wouldn't take it like a man!"
Cal, Mark, and Abe tried to hide their growing smiles behind raised hands. They couldn't help chuckling at the two little kids, especially the little girl's statement "take it like a man" coming from such a little girl which was funny. No, it was hilarious and they almost laughed out loud.
"Tara, Xane. I swear to god. I don't know why I take you guys with me whenever I transport animals."
"Because you love us so much?" said Tara. "And you can't deny the puppy dog eyes we always give you?" butted in Xane, both of them giving her big puppy dog eyes to prove their point. Cal, Mark, and Abe couldn't help it. They laughed out loud.
"Hey, it's not funny when you have to deal with those two chattering like squirrels on caffeine in the back." Said Beth. That just made them laugh more. "Seriously, they're like two annoying little hyped up ADHD kids who just ate Willy Wonka's chocolate boat." Added Liza. The three just laughed harder. They tried to hide it behind their hands and control their laughter but they were failing. Liza, Beth, and Zara couldn't help but start laughing too. By then all of the pack had left. Finally when they had all calmed down enough Zara asked for her niece.
"Since they knocked over our gas container losing all our gas, can we possibly stay the night? You don't have to provide a room for me and either Beth or Liza because I have a small temprapetic mattress in the back of my van that is big enough for me and Liza or me and Beth to sleep on. It comes with blankets and pillows."
"Nonsense." Said Cal, not feeling right with letting the great Zara and any of her friends sleep in the back of their van even if it was a temprapetic mattress.
"I have plenty of room for all of you."
"Great." Said Zara smiling. Her smile warmed him and it was infectious. It made him smile.
"Great." He held out his hand and she took it. Her small hand was almost covered by his large but skinny hand. It was rough and cool. Not to cold but not too hot. She smiled again and he did the same. She knew she was going to like him. Maybe she'd even stay for longer.
The End.
Lisa's Sexual Journey
When I was in the 11th grade, a guy a year older than me, a senior named Dick that I was dating, compared me to Anna Nicole Smith, the stripper that married a very old, very rich man. She was in the news a lot then, being sued about whether she could inherit the old man's estate. This guy said that we were both "sexy big blondes". My reaction was "Me?" I'd always been a tall and sturdy tomboy, active in every possible sport. But sexy? He told me that I had the best body in the school.
Blonde I can accept. I am blonde, Maybe not as light and bright a blond as when I was a little kid but, still, a blonde. Big? Tall, I'll accept. I'm now five feet ten inches plus a small fraction. I easily get over six feet in heels. But big? I'm extremely fit. Had the lowest body fat index of any girl on our high school soccer team. I now measure 40, 26, 39 and was probably close to that back then. 40 sounds big but my brassieres are C cups not double D's. I realize now that since my breasts sit all out front that they seem to attract male attention. Guys tend to talk to my tits rather than my face. It's almost funny the way they look at me. But sexy? I'd never ever thought about me that way.
Anyway, we dated for about the last half of my Junior year and the following summer. I hadn't dated much, almost never. I was active in sports. But the dates with Dick got a little hotter and a little hotter. I found myself being aroused in ways that I had never experienced before. Then he went off to college.
During my senior year, and after I turned eighteen,at his Christmas break he came back home and for the first time in my life I had someone sucking on my bare breasts as I felt the shape of his cock through his pants. Wow, talk about being aroused! Then he went back to college and I started looking up sex on the internet. I knew I needed more so arranged to go on the pill. At his spring break I was safe and it happened. We were naked and he did everything to me, eating my pussy for the first time in my life. By the time we were done , a couple hours later, we had fucked in a couple different positions, he had eaten me again and I had sucked his cock for the first time.
We then had as sex filled a summer as it's possible to have. We spent hours and hours together naked. A lot of sex but a lot of just getting used to each other's bodies. I wondered if I was deviant or something because I loved his cock. He let me know that he loved my body, my pussy. He loved licking and playing with my pussy. So my loving his cock was very normal and that I could do anything I wanted with it as long as I didn't draw blood or injure him. To this day, I love cocks. I think I may love oral sex and foreplay as much as actually fucking. Although I love fucking. We even used scissors to trim each others' pubic hair. He claimed he didn't like getting mine in his teeth.
Then I went to college, a different one, and the distance broke us up. Almost a thousand miles made sex impossible. We both realized that I'd told him I loved his cock and I loved his using his tongue and fingers on me but I never told him I loved him. He never said he loved me. It was all sex not romance. So we both knew we needed local replacements, even though we could still get together on holidays when we were both home. I mean, here I am taking birth control pills so why aren't I making sure they're useful?
I knew I didn't want to become a slut, using lots of guys. But I also knew I wanted, in fact needed, some regular sex. Since I'd had such a great experience with Dick, then maybe someon
e named Peter would be good. They're both other names for cock. Stupid, I know. Anyway, I knew one Peter and he turned out to be disastrous. The whole thing took maybe four minutes. he fucked me and it was over. He was done. It had never occurred to me that sex could be so bad, so frustrating. He was so uncaring that it wasn't worth trying to make him a better lover.
I'd always been involved in sports. It was so much a part of my life that here at college, I wanted to find some sports activities that I could be involved in. I was good in high school but not great so I knew better than to try and go for some varsity level stuff. I signed up for a basketball league, an intramural kind of thing. The first evening that I go to it I end up on a team of other freshman girls. In fact, there are several teams of freshmen plus some upper class teams involved. (I learned later that the next year, the better players from the frosh teams get selected to play on the more competitive teams.)The seats in the gym are rolled back so that it's possible to fit two basketball courts, running sideways and parallel to each other. Apparently, the girls league plays on one court, the boys on the other. The games are shorter than regular, I guess to get enough games into the allotted time.
Before our game started, I watched some of the boys. There was one, must be six feet six inches tall and looked in good shape that attracted me. He must not be that great or he would be on the varsity or JVs but he looked good to me. As my team took the floor, I saw that his did, too. Maybe it's wishful thinking but it seemed to me that he was paying attention to me, watching me, just like I was paying attention to him. Forty minutes later our games are both over. There are a lot of people around, the last teams, that played, like us, the next teams, the ones now playing, so lots of activity and pushing your way through a crowd. He was tall so I could keep my eye on him and, as it turned out, he was keeping his eye on me, so we ended up meeting in the midst of this crowd.