Perfect. The quiet. The calm. The warmth. Especially the warmth. She concentrated on the almost burning heat of the sun beating down on her naked body, her back soaking up the rays like a plant long deprived of water sucking in the first raindrops of autumn. She shifted her legs a little, and felt anew the heat on her thighs and buttocks and the warmth of the smooth wooden deck underneath her.
The quiet clink of glasses told her that her companion was awake, and was coming up on deck. She didn't move, just smiled at how lucky she had been in her choice of sailing partner. The pad of bare feet came closer, and stopped beside. There was a gentle scrape and a clink of ice and glass as a tray was put down, and then silence returned.
The first kiss landed on her sun baked shoulder. Barely touching her, the kiss of an angel, a kiss so light she could hardly tell that it was finished before the lips touched her again, a little lower this time. And a little firmer. This time she could make out the two separate lips and feel their warmth and softness. Gently the lips withdrew again, and moved an inch lower, where they touched, and then pressed, and then gently nibbled her smooth warm skin. She felt them pause here as they explored and tasted her, and widen a little. Almost imperceptibly, she felt the lips joined by a live tongue, which was now quietly licking the sweat and salt from her back.
The touch moved lower, reaching the bottom of her back now, and pushing more firmly. A low moan escaped from her and she felt the lips on her back tighten and widen as a smile spread over them. More confident now, the kissing continued, nibbling at her back and down onto her smooth sun browned cheeks. She took a quiet deep breath and felt her stomach tense and her hips push, unbidden, down onto the deck. The lips moved lower, tickling the soft underflesh where her buttocks met her thighs. Her hips twitched at the touch, and as she settled her legs opened a little wider.
The soft caresses started to move down the back of her legs, tickling, touching, licking, feeling. Touch by touch, kiss by kiss, taste by taste. At the back of her knees she giggled and squirmed. But the magic of the lips stopped her from moving or speaking, and she just grinned and waited as her tormentor addressed her calf and heel, the palm of her foot and finally her toes. She bent her leg at the knee to raise her foot off the floor and the warm wet feel of the tongue between her toes made her squirm and wriggle. And long for more.
A smooth hand clasped the ankle of her raised foot, and gently pushed it to the side. Responding to the unvoiced request she languidly rolled over onto her back, the heat of the sun baked deck searing her skin and the new warmth of the sun soaking into her stomach and breasts. The hand maintained its loose grip, and held her leg off the deck. The lips resumed their exploration of her body, and slowly traced a path of kisses and nibbles up to her knee, and onto the soft skin of her thigh. Her eyes still shut, she smiled an expectant and luscious smile and slipped her legs apart, opening and exposing herself to the exploring lips and tongue. A new womanly scent mingled with the smell of the sea and the aromatic scrub.
Fingertips found the inside of her thighs and traced tiny soft circles, making her hips twitch and her legs push further apart. The lips had reached her hips, and continued up onto her stomach as the fingers stroked up her thighs, getting closer and closer to her, teasing, frustrating. She felt the palm of a hand skim across her tightly curled hair and she involuntarily pushed her hips towards the touch, aching to be stroked and rubbed, to be touched and penetrated and filled. But the hand moved away as quickly as her hips thrust towards it, and she was left straining towards the empty air. The breeze tickled her sensitive lips, increasing her desire.
The kisses paused at her tummy button, and inserted a tongue, making her squirm. Then they disappeared, and in the expectant silence she waited for the next touch. A warm hand appeared on her knee, and slipped up the inside of her thigh, landing softly against her, cupping her sex, rubbing gently. She gasped and ground her hips against the strong palm as one finger, and then another, slipped between her lips and opened her up to the cooling breeze. Resting there, the fingers gently stroked inside her, as she rocked slowly back and forward, abandoning herself to the delicious feeling, so desired and so needed.
A warm tongue touched her hard nipple and traced circles around it, before the warmth of open lips and mouth descended on her breast and sucked her in. The lips kissed their way to the sensitive skin under her breast, lingered there a while before turning their attention to the other breast. All the while the fingers continued to slide in and out of her, and she could hear her breathing getting shallower and faster as the excitement built within her. Kissing their way up her chest and her neck, the lips finally reached her mouth. Their lips touched, tentative, unhurried, and she opened her mouth to receive a probing tongue and to abandon herself to the warmth and comfort of the living animated mouth that had been teasing her so maddeningly.
For the first time, she opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Shall we go below?" she smiled.
A broad grin spread across his face. "What's wrong with here in the sun? No-one will see us. And I promise to rub sun oil over you."
"ALL over me?"
"Wherever you request."
"In that case, here in the sun is fine."
Squinting against the bright morning sun, she took in the familiar sight of his body. He was, as she had already guessed, as naked as she was. Her eyes roved over his compact frame, muscles taught from the hard work of the last few weeks, skin browned by the sun, a delicious all over tan that they had both developed. Why wear clothes when there was no-one to see you except someone you trust and desire? She could see that the massage had excited him as much as it had her, his hardness nodding and wobbling as he moved the drinks tray with his unoccupied hand. She reached out and grasped him, and saw his eyes close in pleasure and anticipation. The storms of the last days, and the deep exhausted sleep since they had anchored the night before, had denied them any physical contact, and she relished his warmth and hardness. Relaxing her grip she touched him more gently, her fingers drifting up and down his shaft, teasing him and feeling his pleasure. His fingers, still inside her, copied her actions, gently sliding and stroking. Instinctively her muscles tightened around them, and she closed her eyes as she concentrated on the twin feelings of her hand and his.
Her eyes closed again, the gentle slap of the water on the hull in her ears, and the aromatic aroma of the scrub mixing with his manly scent, she felt him move closer to her. She felt his warm skin against hers, and his warm lips surrounding her nipple, the tongue licking and demanding, sliding over her, making her flesh wet and the nipple harder and more sensitive. The mouth slid down unto the underside of her breasts, still urgently licking and sucking, animated with lust and knowing exactly what she liked, desired, needed. His spare hand covered her breast, holding it to his mouth and kneading the soft flesh. The other hand still busied away between her legs, and she arched her back, forcing her chest up against his searching lips and her hips down to push at his exploring fingers. As she knew it would, the mouth tracked lower, briefly licking her navel before tickling at the tightly curled hair. She opened her legs wide to let his head reach its goal, and let out a long sigh as the lips and tongue joined his wet fingers, making her wetter still, and bringing a new, but familiar sensation writhing through her. His hand slid away from her, sliding under her, cupping her buttocks and lifting her from the deck to allow him better and deeper access. She felt his tongue slide from the depths of her, up between her lips, making her writhe and her hips grind into his face, wet with her juices. Then he would slide himself down, burying himself in her, his tongue darting into her, his whole face caressing and stroking her.
She felt his weight move, and the shock of cool air as he removed his lips. In a single smooth motion, he slid his chest up over hers, and buried himself deep inside her, hard and wanting. His licking had left her open and wet, and he slid in easily, completely buried, hair touching hair as she gyrated his hips against him, hands on his buttocks pulling
him into her. She knew neither of them would last long, and as he started his slow strokes, never withdrawing far, never leaving her warmth and softness, she felt the yawning feeling of release growing inside her. She fed it with grinding hips, pushing her pubic bone against him, maximising the sensation. The feeling grew and began to take control, her body now acting on its own, following the ages old and always new experience of lust and desire.
The wave rose up, and crashed over her, and she exhaled hard, all muscles tensed, her body rigid, feeling only him and the feelings he had given her. She moaned his name. "YES" The next wave passed, lifting her, and leaving her breathless and limp. "yes". And even in the deep heights of her own orgasm she sensed a change in him, his rhythm stuttered, stopped, his own wave breaking. She smiled as he echoed her words with a faint breathless "yes" of his own, and she felt the pumping rush of fluid deep inside her.
His weight dropped onto her. His head slumped into her throat, his hard muscular chest relaxed now, and cushioned on her warm, soft breasts.
It was perfect.
It was quiet.
The End.
Punished and Pleasured
I pause by your front door and check myself in a small hand mirror. Nothing stuck in my teeth, just a touch of gloss on my full pink lips. Flaming auburn hair falls in a riotous mass of curls past my curvy hips. The flared skirt of my black knit dress ends just above the knee and the neckline plunges almost low enough to reveal glimpses of my bra when I move.
I knock before I lose my nerve. You open the door and a wave of desire hits me with visceral force. I lick my lips in nervous anticipation and I can see my own lust mirrored in your eyes. You grasp my hand and lead me inside, never breaking eye contact. Your hair is still wet from the shower and I can smell a sexy combination of warm skin and a trace of cologne. You swing the door shut behind me and press me back into the cool wooden surface knowing I love your domination of me. Your big warm hand grasps my hip while you bury the other in my curly hair. I am glad for the support of the door at my back and your strong chest pressed against me. If you kiss me I might just melt into a puddle on the floor.
Almost before the thought crosses my mind your lips brush mine in a feather light caress. Your gentle kisses only tease me and leave me hungry for more. Feeling a little aggressive, I nip your sexy lower lip and sooth the sting with a flick of my tongue. You growl against my mouth and deepen your kiss, giving me what I want. I pour all of my passion into the kiss, meeting your tongue in a duel of lust. I clutch your broad shoulders with trembling fingers. Your hand moves up my ribs to my breast. My nipples harden into tight little points and when you brush one with your thumb my gasp is swallowed by your sensual chuckle. You have such power over me. You break our kiss and step back. The gleam in your eye makes me shudder with both delight and apprehension.
"You have been a very naughty girl this week." Your voice is low and sinister. I trust you with my life but the dangerous look you give me is intense and my punishment will be difficult. "You sent me lots of naughty messages while I was trying to work." I remain silent knowing that if you want me to say anything you will ask. You walk to the couch and sit down on the center cushion. "Come here." You pat your lap and my already wet little pussy weeps with helpless moisture. This is my favorite punishment.
I walk toward you and raise my flared skirt up to my hips revealing black lace panties. I drape myself across your lap and I know you like my panties. They are boy-cut and my plump cheeks peek out at the bottom. You caress my full rounded ass and run your fingers up and down the soaked crotch of my panties. My breath comes quicker when you slip a finger inside to slowly rub my clit. You slide your finger up and press the now wet tip against my asshole. I moan a little and move my hips trying to make you push your finger in but just when I feel my tight little hole relax to accept your entry you pull back.
"Not yet my naughty little slut, first we have to take care of your punishment. I think fifty should be enough to teach you to behave yourself." I shiver and try to prepare myself. You have never made me take fifty before and I am just a little frightened and even more turned on at the same time. I feel you pull my panties down to my knees, leaving my creamy round cheeks bared to your hungry gaze. When the first slap falls my breath catches in my throat and you quickly follow up with four more hard swats to my right cheek. My eyes water but I remain still and silent. I want make you happy so I have to take my punishment like a good slave. Five more stinging slaps and my right cheek is a bright flaming red in contrast with the left one, still a cool creamy white. You caress the hot flesh letting me know you are pleased with me. Ten hard, fast slaps land on my left cheek and I strain to keep quiet. You like it when I cry but not too soon. My arms erupt in goose flesh and I whimper low in my throat when you deliver ten more sharp slaps to the right side. Tears fill my eyes and the next ten swats land with sharp cracks on my left cheek. I cry out softly but I don't try to squirm away. With your free hand you reach inside the top of my dress and into my bra. The last five slaps are delivered slowly, harder than any you have given before and you punctuate each with a rough pinch to my right nipple. Tears trickle down my cheeks and I am quietly crying in earnest now. You find my left nipple with your large blunt fingers and I finally break and cry out loud as you administer the final five swats and pinches.
"Good girl. Good girl." You murmur quietly, caressing my flaming ass. You guide me off your lap and then to my feet. I am still trembling so you draw my panties the rest of the way to the floor and help me step out of them, leaving my sexy stilettos on my feet. You strip my dress over my head to better admire your work. Dropping kisses on my shoulders you guide me ahead of you into the bedroom. I lean forward to pull back the fluffy comforter and sheet, careful to present you with the best view of my sore ass and wet pussy.
You softly kiss the places you so recently abused. I moan a little at the soothing pleasure of your actions. You unhook my bra and turn me to face you. You love my breasts. They are very large with big sensitive nipples. You slip the straps off my shoulders and follow the receding lacy fabric with your hungry lips. The bra hits the floor at the same moment you throw me back onto your big bed and devour my tight aching nipples. You suck and bite and soothe with your tongue in devastating combinations. I am panting and I can feel the slick moisture from my throbbing pussy run down the crack of my ass. You kiss slowly down my heaving torso.
"Oh god! Please lick me!" I squeal in a hoarse voice. You chuckle against the soft skin of my belly, loving how badly I need you. Your strong hands guide my knees high up to my chest. I grasp my thighs and you look at me. I am spread open and exposed to your view, folded nearly double with my knees on either side of my big breasts. I love this feeling of being helpless and exposed to you.
You strip off your clothes and open the bedside drawer. You retrieve a bottle of lube and place it on the bed next to me. I close my eyes and pluck at my nipples as you lick slowly all over my pussy. You spear your tongue into me and swirl it around, caressing me deep inside. Your fingers dig into my still stinging ass. I start to babble incoherently when you trap my clit between your lips and batter it with the tip of your tongue. Just when I am about to cum you pull back leaving me panting.
"Please fuck me! Please! I need to feel your big cock stretch me open." The words are barely audible whispers of desperation and trail off into nothing when you rest my ankles on your shoulders. I can feel you forcing the broad head of your huge cock against my very aroused pussy. I am slick and dripping wet but still you have to work hard to get it in. I make little whimpers of pleasure and pain as my tight little cunt stretches to accommodate your incredible girth. You feel so good. I finally feel your pubic bone bump my clit and my hips twist and roll uncontrollably, needing you to fuck me faster.
You move slowly, fucking me at your own pace with long smooth strokes. Every time I get close to climax you stop. You hold my hips still and kiss me deeply or suck my tingling nipples. I can feel the muscles of my pussy
ripple up and down the shaft of your dick. Just when I am sure I will go crazy if you don't let me cum you slide all the way out. When I hear the little snick of the cap on the lube I know what you plan to do next and I could almost cum just imagining it. You apply the slippery liquid liberally both to your rock hard dick and my very tight asshole. I feel you slide the tip of your dick over my asshole but you don't try to push inside yet.
"Tell me you want me to fuck your ass. I want to hear you beg for it." You bump a little harder against my tightly closed asshole but I know you won't fuck me yet, not until I give you what you want. I want it so bad. You have never tried to fuck my ass and I am frightened and aroused at the same time.
"Please fuck my ass! I-I need your big cock inside me! Please! I need to cum so bad! Please fuck me! Aaaahhhh!" With each desperate word that falls from my panting lips you push harder against my asshole. My scream of combined pleasure and pain echoes off the walls when you finally force the head of your dick into my ass. "Oh shit! You feel so big! You are splitting me apart! Oh God! Please don't stop!" You lower my legs to your waist and I wrap them around you tightly. Your entry seems never-ending but finally you have your huge cock buried fully in my asshole. It feels so good and in my passion I bite the corded muscle where your shoulder meets your neck. You growl and hold yourself still above me.
"Now fuck me! I want you to cum on my big dick." Your words spur me to even greater heights of passion. I fuck you hard and fast working my tightly stretched asshole over your thick shaft. My squeals ring in our ears. I reach down and rub my slippery clit, desperate to cum. I force your cock full length into my ass and scream out loud when my orgasm hits me. You begin moving again, full-length powerful strokes. You slam deep in my ass and my orgasms chain together in incredible waves. You throw your head back and roar as your hot cum shoots up inside me. The pleasure is so intense that my vision goes gray at the edges and my body flashes hot and cold. You collapse on top of me, slowing your strokes, letting my body calm and come to a stop. Finally we are still and we lay there for a moment with your still thick but softening dick in my ass.
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