I did just as I was asked. In fact, I made her cum with my tongue many times! I stopped counting after five, and just kept licking and licking! She tasted so good; I couldn't get enough! And every time she came, it was like we were discovering a new planet. She shouted my name, and screamed dirty words as she came in my face in wave after wave of sweet love-honey, and pressed her pussy to my face, bidding me to keep licking.
Her natural perfume, the taste of her nectar, the sound of her moans, and most of all the heat of her passion all combined had a profound effect on me. After licking Kiri to several orgasms, my cock started to twitch, and with each, progressively more intense orgasm on her part, my cock grew a little bit stronger - a little bit harder. And eventually, I was fully erect, and ready to fuck!
Kiri must have sensed my growing passion, because just when the thought entered my head that I wouldn't have to wait to fuck her, she pulled me up onto the bed, kissing me fiercely. "I want your hard cock inside me, John! Fuck me!"
Like I said earlier, we had a lot in common!
Lying on my back, I pulled her on top of me, and using her hand as a guide, she slipped my cock deep into her slick cunt. Oh! She fit me like a velvet glove, and she was hot and wet, and bouncing up and down on my stiff prick, impaling herself over and over again. Whispering breathily in my ear, she informed me, "I love to be fucked hard! Slam your cock into me!"
Arching my back, and thrusting my hips, I fucked her hard and fast, and she moaned loudly. And I licked and sucked her tits, and squeezed them with my hands. I was like a child on Christmas morning, who had just unwrapped the toy at the top of his wish list! God her breasts were fantastic!
Kiri was really hot, and she came several more times, powerfully, while I thrust my cock up into her cunt, and played with her big beautiful tits. I was amazed by Kiri. I'd never known a woman who could cum that many times in a month, let alone one night!
"You love my tits, don't you, John?" asked Kiri after an earth-shaking climax. I nodded. "Are you ready to cum?" I nodded again, utterly unable to speak. "Good, I've got something special in mind for you, lover."
With that, she climbed off of my achingly hard cock, and knelt down on the floor. I sat up, expecting her to suck my dick again, but that's not exactly what she had in mind. Cupping her gigantic boobs in her hands, she placed them on either side of my stiff prick. She began sliding my cock, still slick from her cum, between her massive tits, licking the head every time it peeked up from her deep cleavage. I sat amazed by the wonderful feeling this was producing, as well as the ultra-sexy sight of my cock slipping between her gorgeous breasts!
For the second time that night, I found myself getting dangerously close to cumming, but this time, I didn't try to hold back. I bucked like a wild stallion, shuddering all over, and covered Kiri's tits with gobs of sticky semen. And then I watched, as she lifted each breast to her mouth, licking my spunk off of them. Never have I seen a sexier sight, or been with a sexier woman!
We spent the rest of that night together, and made love again after breakfast.
We spent a lot of time together after that, and our sex life is, to this day, fantastic beyond belief. Next month, we celebrate our twenty-fifth year as a married couple.
My whole life changed that night, thanks to Tom and Ellen, for introducing us, and thanks especially to Kiri, for being the Big Beautiful Woman that she is.
The End.
G Pleases Mistress Kimmie
The satin pink crotchless satin panties were so tight that they were plastered against his bottom. No wiggle room at all. He was in his usual submissive position on the cold tile. Awaiting his mistress, who was taking a shower. It would be expected that he would tongue dry her when she was done, paying special attention to her erogenous zones - his specialty!
G loved the weekends when they were able to stay in and play all day and night. Time became of no consequence, for he slept and played when Mistress Kimmie dictated it, and he was all hers for whatever she wanted. He trusted her to not go too far, but just far enough to create heightened levels of sexual pleasure! She knew what he needed, craved, desired! He knew how to keep his mistress happy too! And most days he did so, but occasionally he would purposefully misbehave because he liked to be on the receiving end of her punishment.
His thoughts were totally on her and how he would please her tonight, waiting for her to finish showering - she was taking a long hot steamy shower. That was always a good sign - relaxation for her. His cock was already straining against the satin; dripping thick sweet cum as he tried to remain still on his knees, ass up in the air, exposed and available for her pleasure. As he glanced up he noticed their toys spread out on the counter - he couldn't help it, he shivered in anticipation! He so desperately needed a good ass pussy fucking! It had been too long since his last encounter and he was aching with need!
Mistress finally finished her shower and exited the water - smiling at him as she approached. Her hair was wet and hanging down her back, her body pink and moist from the long hot shower, dripping rivulets of water down her thighs. He eagerly awaited, wanting to lick her body; have his tongue find her moist hot spots! She went to the counter first and picked up a bright pink silky scarf - which she brought back and put it over his eyes, using it as a blindfold - never saying a word!
The excitement, the not seeing only increased his sensitivity! He could hear her but not see what she was doing. He sensed, rather than felt her near. Oh. She was lightly caressing his cheeks; he braced himself, knowing the spanking was next! Ahhh, and he was not disappointed!
She expertly spanked one cheek then the other with a stiff object, her fingers grabbing and probing with each slap. His cheeks blanched, his cock stood at attention. As the spankings stopped, he felt the warm lube as Mistress slathered it on his ass pussy. He felt it dripping down between his legs, and it felt good as she put her fingers into his sweet hole and worked them in and out - stretching him!
He shivered, unable to control his satisfaction, and began licking her damp feet, toes, ankles, and legs! He felt the plug as she placed it against his hole and played with it there, teasing him! He ached to rare back and force her to plunge it in, but knew he didn't dare - she was Mistress and had total control.
The more Mistress played, teased him, the more he needed the plug; he couldn't help himself as he began moaning. Mistress stilled! Oh no. He didn't want her to stop. She moved away - but was back very soon. Mistress forced his mouth open with an open mouthed gag, large enough to open his mouth wide, yet keep him silent!
He knew Mistress hated to gag him because he could no longer tongue her, but he knew that he must learn control and that Mistress called all the shots!
Mistress fucked his ass pussy with a dildo then; slamming it balls to the wall, in and out. G still had his ass in the air; submissive position. Mistress stopped fucking his ass pussy before G wanted her too. Oh so disappointed.
Then he felt something forced into his mouth "suck it hard you slutty panty boy bitch-make me cum" he heard! He sucked with all he had as a large cock was rammed down his throat. He felt Mistress lean against him as hips gyrated against his spread mouth. His sucked hard despite the open gag, saliva running down his lips.
At that same time he was sucking hard on her cock, he felt his ass pussy being spread open again as another cock forced its way into his tight hole "take this you fucking slut - I'm fucking your pussy you hot panty slut!" was what he heard.
G had one cock in his mouth and another in his ass pussy as his mistress moved under him and began playing with his nipples; biting down and sucking, creating hard nubs. She rubbed her body all over his, taking his cock out and sucking it!
Mistress Kimmie caressed his balls as she whispered to him "do not cum my love; you will save that for me – only when I am ready!"
Oh the intense feeling of fullness, he didn't know if he could hold back; but he would somehow do so as he had to please his mistress! He was bounced up and down and back and forth with
each thrust from the cocks filling his holes.
G had spit dribbling down his face and lube running across his cheeks as each thrust speared him! He felt the cock in his mouth tense and start spurting. G greedily swallowed, knowing he mustn't miss a drop! The cock stayed hard and gagged him as he swallowed and tongued and licked it; forcing every drop out!
The cock in his ass tightened, then pulled out of him and began spurting loads of warm sperm on his back, legs, and arms! It was so warm, so sweet smelling!
Mistress Kimmie remained under him, he felt her watching him! He sucked and licked as never before - he was aching to cum, to touch her. To please her! He needed her now!
Ah, but it was not to be. She got up; he stayed in position, knowing better than to move without her saying so. He felt Mistress put her fingers in his hole, circling, testing - and then tasting!
Ah, her hot tongue almost made him lose it - she was teasing him, testing him, and his ability to hold off. G restrained himself, and he knew it was satisfying for Mistress Kimmie because she then plugged his hole with a large vibrating plug! Ah, nice.
The End.
Just Relax
"Just relax," the woman whispered, "The drug should be wearing off now but you shouldn't try to move much."
Drug? What the hell? And that voice who was it?"
"My name is Jennifer," the voice said, "You're in good hands, Richard, don't worry."
His half-open eyes finally began to sharpen a little and he could make out a person sitting on a chair next to the bed. Dark hair and trim figure were the only details he could make out as he fought his eye-lids trying to close again. He wanted to ask her questions but the pull of sleep was too strong. He faded off once more into unconsciousness.
A cool wash-cloth brought Rick out of his dreams. His eyes opened slowly, but without a fight this time. He looked up at the pretty young brunette tending to him.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm Jennifer," she reminded him, "You've had a rough time so don't try to get up just yet."
He grimaced as he realized his mouth was very dry. "What happened? Where am I?"
"I've been watching over you," she said, "you're in our home."
"How did I get here?"
"My sisters and I brought you here." She said wringing out the wash cloth.
"Sisters?" he said puzzled.
"Yes, Richard my sisters Irene and Mindy brought you here. You'll meet them later if you wish." She stopped wiping his forehead with the cloth and leaned back.
Even in his confused state, Rick recognized that she was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. She looked around twenty-five years old and almost had to be a model or an actress.
"You must be thirsty," she said, and he nodded. She smiled, "I'll be back in a moment."
Jennifer was tall as well, and dressed in a conservative, black business dress. She closed the door behind her as she left.
He took stock of his surroundings. The room was large and airy, with picture windows dominating two walls. Light, gauzy curtains weren't shear enough to see through but suffused the room in the yellow-red light from a setting sun. His sickbed was king size with a thick, yet surprisingly light, white comforter atop light-blue satin sheets. "Why am I here?"He forced himself to think back. He remembered his earlier awakening and inability to move he'd been certain he was going to die when his panic over-whelmed his lungs. He thought back further and remembered... something. There was a street. He'd been walking home. And something had happened. A girl no it was a woman. In an alley she called out to him. He turned and... Had he gone down the alley? His head was starting to hurt again; he couldn't remember what had happened then.
Jennifer returned with a glass of water for him. "Drink up," she said, "you need it."
He had no trouble obeying his dry mouth was grateful for the liquid. Odd taste to the water though...
"You're looking much better," Jennifer said.
"What happened...? I remember an alley and a girl..."
"You were attacked," she said taking the glass and placing his arms back under the comforter.
"Attacked? How and why and by whom?"
Something like pain flickered across Jennifer's perfect features. "Someone came up behind you and stuck a needle into you." She said securing the sheets around him.
"Why... Why would some...someone...," Rick was having trouble concentrating on the conversation. What she was saying was crazy. Rick had no enemies; everyone liked him. And it was scaring him and something was wrong. He'd been feeling strong up until just now.
"Relax," Jennifer said, "you still need a bit more sleep. Just relax." Her voice was soothing and Rick let himself do as she instructed. He slipped back into a drugged sleep and stayed that way through the night.
The End.
Aye Aye Captain
Wyatt's compliments were nice, but as her husband, they were pretty much expected. His wide eyes, gaping jaw, and the way he hovered around her as she got ready, said a lot more. She really couldn't believe she was going to wear this out. She couldn't imagine any time in her life, even when she was a single twenty something on the prowl, when she would have worn this little and not been going to the beach. It was a Halloween party, and it was being thrown by his craziest relatives, all in all she didn't expect to be wearing the sluttiest costume.
It was a pirate theme, convenient as Wyatt's bizarre infatuation with everything pirate meant that they could have come up with complete costumes just by raiding the closets. This year, however, something was different. She was different. It was time to press the boundaries. All she needed was a little help.
David was Wyatt's brother, younger, crazier. Trisha was David's fiancee. She was even younger, even crazier. Trisha had taken her shopping for a costume and they ended up in a Lingerie store down town. Who knew this was where you came for costumes? They tried on dozens and after an hour it was settled. Trish got a red one with black trim, Dottie, the black with red trim.
Standing in front of the mirror she was pleased. She couldn't imagine a pirate wearing it, but damn! It sure worked for her. The skirt was impossibly short. The costume was black lace. The ruffled, short skirt was made shorter by the black petticoat she wore under it. Her legs seemed to stretch out impossibly long beneath it, the effect highlighted by tall, skinny boots with stiletto heals. She wouldn't be running anywhere tonight. Wyatt had insisted on the stockings, fishnets with a real seam running down the backs of her legs. There was no chance the skirt was going to cover the elastic cuffs and she had to work not to think of her exposed thighs. Wyatt didn't seem to be working very hard not to notice her thighs. Every time he walked past she could feel his hand brush past her ass cheek. No bending over, she had to remind herself.
Wyatt had foregone his usual captain's costume for a simple sailor. He wore brown pants and boots, a sash and a torn T-shirt. She would be the captain tonight and her hat was made of the same lame and lace as her dress. He grabbed their plastic swords, used them quickly to lift her skirt and have a peep, and they shuffled for the door.
It was a short ride to David's apartment. He parked and they wandered across the complex. A group of teenage boys gawked as she walked by. Not to bad for almost 40! David was sitting on his patio when they got there. He was smoking, not a cigarette, and held a beer. He was dressed but he did not look like going to a party.
Sitting on the porch they learned of Trish and her ex and how he discovered them by turning around half way to work one morning to get a presentation he had left on the counter. He hadn't been gone more than 15 minutes. He wondered if the ex had been waiting in the parking lot for him to pull out.
Anyway, a party might help. No, they all knew it wouldn't, but it was Cousin Shelly's first party and they were going to go anyway. They would be three. She wrapped her arms around her crew and joked that she was the sole captain now, their job was now to do everything she told them and keep her happy or they would walk the plank.
No one woul
d end up walking a plank that night.
They weren't the first to the party but they were early. Sitting with Shelly and another cousin David was forced to go through the events of the day yet again. Commiserating they told him of all the single women that would soon be wandering in looking for some spooky fun. He grumbled and wandered outside. Dottie grabbed her bag to follow him. Drinks in hand, they smoked and talked a little. She tried to keep the conversation away from his ended engagement. David pulled out another of the not-cigarettes and half way through it he was actually smiling. Finishing it, he was giggling. The boots were a bit of a challenge with two rums in her and half a joint but she made do on the arm of the scurvy dog.
The night wore on. The party heated up. The competition was fierce. Pirates abounded and Trish's little red costume came in three times. There was a sexy cop and a cheerleader. A woman dressed as a banana, wearing only a yellow bikini, a grass skirt, and a hat shaped vaguely like a giant yellow penis. They were younger and occasionally their bodies tighter but the attention she was receiving from the men and boys told her she was still ruling the night. The fun for her was her crew. The jealously attentive Wyatt and big brotherly David stayed by her side all night. The rum flowed, the music played. She found she could even dance a bit in the high heels, of course, wearing as little as she did, a little bouncing went a long way. Wyatt was right; she did need to wear more cleavage.
Standing on the balcony, just her crew and shelly they shared another of David's preferred party favors, drank more rum, and laughed. She will never really remember exactly what was said, David said something about Trish, Shelly hugged David, she hugged David, Wyatt hugged her, she kissed Wyatt, David said something about not getting that tonight and she kissed David, She remembers saying something like, "It's time to go home." Wyatt remembers something with the words "service and please." Whatever it was, David went in to call a cab and Wyatt kneeled in front of her and pulled her panties off her ass and down her legs, sticking them in his pocket.
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