I got in the shower and took the towel with me. I dropped it and turned on the water. As I was adjusting the temperature, Penny stepped in behind me. “You're not the only one that needs a lifeboat. I'm sticky in places I didn't know could stick."
I pulled the little knob up for the showerhead and got hit in the face with the spray. I tried to back up but Penny was right behind me, so I turned around. She reached over my shoulder and angled the spray down onto my back. “Now you won't drown from that,” she said as she slipped her arms around me. “I won't guarantee anything for later, though."
I kissed her and ran my hands over her ass and back. She was warm and slippery in my arms. Her breasts were mashed to my chest, and I could feel her rock hard nipples move as she breathed.
When my fingers dipped between her ass cheeks, she wiggled and broke the kiss. “I'd be careful doing that. You might get a finger or two broke."
"You don't like that?” I asked softly.
She grinned and replied, “I didn't say that. I just said be careful. I do like it but it tends to drive me crazy and makes me go wild."
"If you get any wilder than a few minutes ago, I'm in a world of trouble."
"Baby, you ain't seen nothing yet. That was just a warm up."
"Oh, shit, I need to check on my medical insurance when we get out of here."
"Who said I was letting you out of here?"
Before I could reply, she kissed me and ran her hands over my back and ass. When one of her fingers tickled my asshole, my hips moved forward, pressing my limp manhood against her mound. She moved her hips tighter to me and rubbed the tight curls on her mound against me. It felt odd at first and then very sensuous. Her finger continued to tease me.
My hands had been on her back, but now I dropped one to run my fingers up and down the deep cleft of her ass. She clenched her ass cheeks and stopped my fingers from moving. I tried the same thing but it didn't work as well.
"You need to work on that,” she whispered as she broke our kiss. “I can damn near crack walnuts with mine."
"Somehow, I almost believe that."
"Be very careful what you wish for, you just might find out."
"Promises, promises."
Her grin widened and then she kissed me—long, hard, and deeply. Her finger also slipped into my ass an inch or so. I heard myself groan softly as her hips started to move from side to side again. My manhood wasn't nearly as soft as it had been before.
Between her finger, her soft fuzzy mound, and the passionate kiss, it wasn't long before my dick was standing up tall and proud. I tied to tease her asshole like she was doing to me, but I was having no luck. Every time I would touch it, she would tighten up her ass muscles and my fingers would be pushed away.
She slowly broke our kiss and smiled at me. “Time to get cleaned up.” She slipped her finger out of my ass and asked, “Where's the soap?"
"Uh, out there somewhere.” I replied, indicating the area outside the shower curtain. I pulled the curtain back and picked up the small bar of soap lying on top of the toilet bowl.
As I turned back, something hot enveloped my dick to the very base. I dropped the soap as I looked down and saw Penny with her nose against my pelvic bone and my dick completely in her mouth. She made a soft moaning noise as she sucked in her cheeks and lifted her head. Her tongue was fluttering along the bottom of my shaft as it came out of her mouth. She paused with just the head between her lips and then slowly swallowed me again. Now it was my turn to moan.
She continued to suck on my dick in long, lazy movements from the tip to the base and back again until my hips gave a little quiver. She removed me completely from her mouth and then gave the head a last kiss. Looking up at me, she smiled and licked her lips. “We taste good together."
She picked up the soap and stood up. She took her time unwrapping it, watching me through her lashes as she did. When she had it unwrapped, she handed it to me. “Do me, and don't miss an inch of my body.” She turned around and put her hands on the far wall, leaning forward and spreading her feet as wide as the tub would allow.
My hands shook as I lathered them up. I stepped up close behind her and reached up to the tops of her shoulders. I lathered her dark skin from her shoulders to her tailbone, taking my time and savoring the silky smoothness of her skin.
I lathered up my hands again and stepped closer, pressing my hard-on into the deep cleft of her ass as I reached around and lathered up her breasts. I cupped one in each hand and lifted, feeling their weight and firmness. I gave them a gentle squeeze, which got me a gentle squeeze from her ass cheeks.
I lowered my hands and used my forefingers and thumbs to roll her large nipples back and forth. This got an even tighter squeeze to my dick. I gave her nipples a gentle pull as I rolled them around. The pressure on my dick went up, and she moaned softly, her ass moving up and down slowly. My dick moved with her ass, so I did, too. When I released her nipples, her ass relaxed but still moved slowly up and down, my dick now sliding easily between her ass cheeks.
My hands soaped up her belly and ended up rubbing along the insides of her thighs. She would moan softly each time my hand bumped into her sex. I moved my hands to the front of her thighs and ran them up and down, gently brushing her outer lips at the top of each stroke. She shivered and pressed her ass back tighter against me, still slowly moving up and down.
I cupped her sex and mound in one hand and rubbed them in rhythm with the movement of her ass. She moaned loudly. I soaped up her curls and then down between her legs as far as I could reach. As I moved my hand back up, my middle finger dipped into her silky slit. I rubbed up and down. I could feel her hips tremble as the base of my finger rubbed lightly over her exposed clit. Her ass cheeks clamped down on my dick again, very tightly this time. I had to move with her or lose something I valued greatly.
Her hand came off the wall and down to grab my wrist. I stopped moving the hand and slowly her ass cheeks relaxed. “I was about to cum,” Penny sighed. “I want to wait, if that's alright with you."
"Fine with me."
She moved her hand back to the wall, and I stepped away from her. I lathered up the cheeks of her ass and marveled at the smooth texture of her skin. I ran my fingers down between her cheeks, and she came up on her toes, sticking her ass out even farther. Damn, what a gorgeous sight! I've always been an ass man and this was one for the record book, in my opinion.
I used one hand to rub between those luscious globes and the other to slide between her legs and cup her sex from the rear. Staying away from her sensitive clit, I explored her opening. When I slipped a soapy finger into it, she gasped and came up higher on her toes. When I pressed a finger on my other hand to the puckered opening of her ass, she pushed back and moaned softly.
I moved the finger in her pussy slowly in and out, as I held a steady pressure against her asshole. Slowly the slippery finger entered her ass. She let out a soft moan the whole time. When my finger was in to the second knuckle, I eased it back a little and then moved it back forward. She gave out with a loud gasp, and I felt her inner muscles clamp down on both fingers.
Her hips began to shiver, so I removed both fingers. I went on by soaping up the backs of her thighs and then down to her calves. Slowly she came down off her toes, sighing deeply. I was kneeling behind her now, and the view was outstanding. The dark shiny skin of her thighs was parted enough for me to see the bright pink of her slit and the lighter brown starfish of her anus. Her ass was stuck out proudly.
I stood up, angled the showerhead so that it rinsed the soap off her ass, and squatted back down. I kissed and licked each slick cheek. When I moved to the center and took a slow lick up it, she came back up on her toes and moaned loudly. I used my hands to pry her cheeks wider apart as I took another lick. She moaned loudly again and pushed her ass back tighter to my face.
I could taste a little soap left from my hasty rinsing, but I didn't care. The tip of my tongue brushed over the tight pucker of her asshole, and I li
ked to have gotten my nose broken as she jammed her rock hard ass back. I grabbed her hips and jammed my tongue against the opening. She bent farther forward and gave out with a yell. My tongue slowly entered her. Her ass and hips were shaking now.
I felt her hand slapping lightly at my head. With a grin, I let her hips go and stood up. I used my hand to run the head of my dick up and down between those satiny globes for a second, and then I touched the head to her anus. She gasped loudly and tried to move away. I let her.
She straightened up and turned around to lean backward against the wall of the shower, her breathing slightly ragged and fast. Her face had a strange look on it. “I thought you were going to try and fuck me there."
"The thought crossed my mind,” I told her.
She looked at me for a few seconds and then dropped her eyes. “I've never ... My husband never ... You know what I mean."
Her eyes darted to my face with a searching look. “I've had fantasies about it."
I nodded and held my hands out to her. “We'll file that away under things to explore,” I told her with a smile. “Along with a bag of walnuts come Christmas time."
She laughed and came into my arms for a kiss.
Later, as we were rinsing the soap off our bodies, she said, “If you promise to be gentle, I might just let you try to fuck me there."
"Woman, do I look that crazy to you? I don't want my walnuts cracked or my dick crushed.” I told her bluntly.
Her eyes got big, and she got this incredulous look on her face for a second. I grinned and winked. “I'll be as gentle as you want me to be. I've had a little practice at it. My wife loved it every so often. Not a regular thing, something special, you might say."
She hit me lightly on the chest. “Damn you, you scared me. Here I was offering you my only cherry, and I thought you were turning it down."
"Hey, you're the one that bragged you could crack walnuts with that thing."
"Okay, maybe it was pecans and not walnuts, and I promise not to crack anything of yours. How's that?"
I laughed and gathered her into my arms for a kiss.
* * * *
We were out of the shower, and I was taking my time drying her off. I started at her shoulders and worked my way down the front, pausing to kiss and lick the interesting hollows and high spots. I sucked on one hard nipple and then the other, feeling them grow even larger as I did. She murmured softly in pleasure.
I licked along the bottom of her ribs and flicked my tongue in her belly button. She squirmed and pushed my head away. I grinned up at her as I moved the towel. She spread her feet farther apart and shivered.
I drew the towel down across her thighs. As I did, I leaned in and ran my tongue up one side of her slit and down the other. Her hands were back at my head but not pushing me away. I pressed my tongue to her large exposed clit and held it there. Her hips did a little fluttery quiver as she groaned loudly. I lifted my head and dried her other leg.
"Turn around so I can do the other side."
She smiled as she did. “You're supposed to be drying me, but part of me keeps getting wetter and wetter."
"Don't worry, I have a special way of drying that, but I'll wait until you're lying down.” I kissed my way across her shoulder and up the back of her neck.
She shivered. “I'm more likely to drown you, if you're going to do what I think you are."
"I'll take my chances."
Before she could say anything else, I ran the towel down her back to the top of her ass. I followed it with little licks down her spine. I planted a kiss on her tailbone and squatted to kiss my way down one ass cheek and up the other.
Penny took little half steps to the side and bent at the waist to place both hands on the floor. I must say, I didn't expect her to be so limber. In this position, her low-slung sex was staring me right in the face. There was no doubt about her wetness, either.
I licked up and down the tight muscles at the back of her thighs and then took a lick from her clit to her asshole in one long, slow swipe. She made a gasping sound and wiggled her ass from side to side.
"Damn! You sure like to use that tongue of yours, don't you?"
I gave her another lick, pausing to explore the depths of her sex. Her taste was musky, almost spicy. I dipped my tongue in as far as it would go and wiggled it around. She made another gasping sound and pressed back against my face.
"Oh, fuck yes!” she said loudly as I continued to tongue her. Her hips quivered and started to shake.
I moved my head back, dropped down, and sucked in the hard nub of her clit. It was hot and slick as I ran my tongue around and around it. Her knees flexed, and then she pressed back hard against me. I flicked her clit. She gave a soft yell and hunched back against my mouth. My nose was pushing her opening.
"Oh, God!” she yelled as she came all over my face. She was right. She damn near did drown me.
I moved my mouth up and stabbed my tongue back in her sex. This just seemed to heighten her orgasm. She shook and humped my face through a long, drawn out series of orgasms. I had to stop tonguing her pussy a couple of times so I could swallow. She was like a water fountain gone wild.
Slowly her knees buckled, and she went down onto them. I followed her down as far as I could, then I caught her hips as she sprawled flat on the floor. I sat back on my heels and smiled down at her. I could feel her juices running down my cheeks and chin.
* * * *
After a time, she made a soft whimpering sound and rolled onto her side. I mopped my face with a small towel.
Penny continued her roll onto her back and looked up at me. Her face had a blank look for a moment, and then she focused on my face, smiling. “You're going to kill me yet."
I grinned and moved down between her knees. I laid a washcloth over her sex and gently pressed it there. She gave a small gasp and her hips jerked sharply. “I'll let you do the rest. You know where you're the most sensitive."
She moved her feet in and her knees up. She spread them wide and reached for the washcloth. Sighing, she closed her eyes as she cleaned herself up. Every so often, her hips would give a little jerk. After a moment, she opened her eyes, licked her lips, and handed me the cloth. “Rinse, please."
I rinsed it and handed it back to her. She ran it over her inner thighs and down the crack of her ass. “Damn!” she whispered, “Just how many times did I come, or did I have some help?"
"Nope, you did that all by yourself ... well, except for the tongue part.” I grinned.
"Yeah, the tongue part,” she said softly with a slow shake of her head. “That was the special treat in our marriage. Hubby did it to me on special occasions. It wasn't something he was particularly fond of, but he did it for me. I did it for him, and he returned the favor."
"I guess it's one of those cultural things,” I said in a similar tone. “I enjoy the hell out of doing it."
She groaned softly. “I was afraid you were going to say that. I enjoyed the hell out of it myself, and it could be the death of me, if you keep doing it."
"I've never heard of anyone dying from being eaten, but then again, it probably wouldn't be listed as the actual cause of death ... something to do with the censors on the five o'clock news."
She laughed and groaned again as her hips jerked and the muscles of her stomach rippled.
"Are you alright?"
"Oh, I'm just fine, but laughing moves things that shouldn't be moved right now. Damn, I'm so sensitive I can't believe it. Then again, I can't believe how much different it was. My husband would give me a few licks here and there and then, as I got close, he'd move away and jam his dick in. I'd come hard, but never like I just did with your tongue in me."
"You told me to do it my way, and I was just following instructions.” I shrugged and grinned.
She opened one eye and peeked at me. “Yeah, but you're not supposed to enjoy it as much as I do."
"Hey, I always make sure the lady comes first. Well, most of the time. I try to, anyway. Sometime
s, it just doesn't work out that way."
"It sure as hell worked out this time.” She handed me the towel. “I should feel like I've been run over by a truck, but I don't. I've got those lazy, well-satisfied, damn-that-was-good feels. I just want to lay here and let the glow flow."
"You sleep there, and your back is going to hate you in the morning—not to mention a few dozen of the muscles you've abused in the last couple hours. Anyway, cuddling is going to be a bitch with that door in the way."
She chuckled and shook her head. “Okay, I get the idea. I should make you carry my big ass to the bed, but I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself.” She turned onto her side and added, “I'm going to roll over on my stomach so I can get up. You stay in front of me, where I can keep an eye on you. I ain't letting you behind me for a while. You're way too dangerous when you're back there."
"Oh, come on, let me help you up."
"Nope, no way. I'd probably end up doing a headstand in the closet. I got down here on my own, and I can damn well get myself back up."
She got as far as her knees. Her eyes were level with my semi hard manhood. She eyed me for a second and licked her lips. “I know a way to even the score. I'll lay a lip lock on that so good that the white will come off."
I backed up and shook my head. “Oh, no you don't! You're getting up there on that bed and relaxing for a while. We both need it. Anyway, it's around midnight and I, for one, have had a long day."
"Yeah, and you're going to have a longer tomorrow.” Penny replied with a big grin. “A brand new day and a brand new bed. What could be wrong with that?"
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Tex Randall
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Island of Fantasies
© Jude Mason
When the boat bumped the dock, Syne's heart lurched. The invitation she held was a forgery. Her best friend Diane, daughter of European nobility, had left hers out while she'd been visiting, and it just seemed too good to be true—too big an opportunity to let pass. The Isle of Arcadia, and the man who owned it, were renowned for secrecy. Once a year the baron held a ball, but only a few of the world's rich and infamous were ever invited.
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