by Sofia Connor
Van watched the three of them sighing and bouncing and wiggling in their erotic dance, and after a while, his cock began to harden. He knew he had to join the party again. Van looked at his wife's pretty curved lips, but she seemed to be in a contented, orgasmic trance. He hated to disrupt that. Then Heidi's bouncing ass came into view. It was splayed wide and looked soft and tight. He had fucked Gia in the ass before, but it had been a while, and he'd never done it with anyone else. Certainly not someone who was in the process of being fucked in the traditional way!
Van walked over to the group and started stroking Heidi's bottom. She sighed appreciatively. He started to knead her ass cheeks, and she responded with grateful moans in between her cries of lust. Van looked down at his steel-hard cock, soft and spent just 20 minutes earlier. It was throbbing with need for Heidi's tight ass. Van licked his thumb, and while squeezing the cheek hard with his fingers, and on her down stroke onto Bren, he stuck the thumb into Heidi's puckered brown hole up to the first knuckle.
Heidi froze. Her whole world froze. She stopped moving. She stopped breathing. Brendan's cock was buried in her twitching pussy to the hilt, her hands full of Gia's sweet ass, and she was in the middle of a rocking orgasm. But she stopped and a wild desire overcame her. She had felt nothing like it before. There were no thoughts in her head at all. She was all sensation and need. And she needed Van there now! She needed to be filled! Somehow her raw desire bypassed her clouded hot brain and moved her vocal cords:
"Yes...god, yes... please... fuck me there, Van. Please. Please."
Again, such a polite request! Van lifted her hips so that Bren's heavy cock fell out of her. Van dipped his own dick into Heidi's dripping cunt a couple times. She remained still with anticipation, but quivering. Van then lowered Heidi back onto Bren as deep as he would go. She shifted her hips back toward Van, splaying that tight little goal.
Van positioned his now-lubricated and throbbing cock at her anus and pushed. There was a little resistance, and he thrust harder. This time, he buried himself in her. She was so tight and hot and pulsing there! The sensations were indescribable!
A primal, guttural sound escaped from Heidi's throat. Filled. Full. Hot. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Fuck fuck fuck fuck!! The words weren't words but pure lust racking her body. She thrust back her ass and in so doing leaned forward, her hands finding Gia's breasts and kneading them. Gia groaned and bucked, enjoying Heidi's hands and Brendan's fingers, lips, and tongue. Heidi was barely aware of Gia or anything but the raw passion filling her lower body. Heidi's body screamed that it was at the very height of lust. She was proven wrong when Bren and Van started moving inside of her. One in, one out, then switch. The thrusting seesawed inside of her, stroking her into orgasm after orgasm. The orgasms were coming hard, one after another, and Heidi was bursting with ecstasy.
Van was doing almost as well. Heidi was so tight and hot and pulsating. He could feel his come rising through his stimulated balls and his rock-hard and squeezed-oh-so-perfectly cock. The rhythm shifted and suddenly and Van was pounding Heidi's ass in time with Bren pounding her cunt. She was so full and tight! Van couldn't tell anymore whose cries and moans and screams were whose. Nor did he care to. He was coming good and hard! Van gritted his teeth and shot his third and best load of the night into Heidi's throbbing, pulsing ass.
Heidi's body was pushed to the edge of oblivion when they started to thrust together. So full! She felt Van and Bren's cocks swell and pulse in her at nearly the same time. They were both coming inside her! Their hot loads shot into her wet holes, and with a cry of sheer, pure ecstasy, she tumbled into unconsciousness.
The four collapsed into a satiated, sweaty heap. Voices moaning, breath ragged, skin tingling, and nerves raw and happy. Brendan looked at his sleeping wife and chuckled.
"Well, looks like she enjoyed our attentions, too!"
Van looked over to Gia, whose contented, post-orgasm smile lit up his world. "I think we all enjoyed each other."
Later, Heidi woke up to smells of bacon and waffles. She was clean and nude and cuddling, limbs entwined, with Gia and Van in their king-sized bed. Bright light was streaming in the windows, and she could hear the percolating coffee pot. The electricity must have come on sometime in the wee hours of the morning. Brendan was cooking one of his famous breakfasts for them, it sounded like. He was the only person she knew that would cook bacon naked! Her mouth started to water.
Van's consciousness melted awake between two lovely, soft women. Their breasts were pressed into his flesh, and their hands were resting lightly on his cock, fingers intertwined. He woke to the smell of coffee and bacon, and to one lady licking his neck and the other gently biting his chest and shoulders. That is the way for a man to wake up! Van kissed them both soundly and they went to the kitchen to eat.
They were all quite hungry after last night. Heidi seemed quiet at breakfast and when Gia asked what was wrong, she said, "I just don't want to go home!"
Brendan looked at his wife and smiled. "Have you looked outside? There's five feet of snow! It'll take days for them to dig us out. We're snowed in!"
This was going to be an enjoyable few days, indeed!
The End.
In His Possession
I stepped into our apartment and dropped the keys on the coffee table, and the brown bag of groceries on the kitchen counter.
"I'm back!" I didn't have to raise my voice much, it was a small apartment. "Babe?"
"In here," he called from the bedroom. His voice was pitched low, kind of growly. I shivered. I knew what that voice meant. I set the bag on the kitchen counter and dug out the cheese and carton of milk and shoved them into the fridge. The rest could wait.
I peeked into the bedroom, trying to keep my excitement off my face. He stood within arm's reach, wearing jeans, no shirt, his feet bare and a wolfish grin forming on his lips, hunger lighting his eyes. His hair was damp from a shower.
Electricity zipped along my spine. A sense of danger and my own vulnerability shivered through me.
Lifting one arm, he slowly shut the door behind me. With a dominant push of his hand on my stomach, he backed me up against the door, his eyes intent. Without breaking my gaze, he gathered my wrists above my head in one of his hands, and buried his other tightly in my hair, angling my face upward for his kiss.
Keeping me still with the press of his body, he moved slowly, he was in no rush. His prey wasn't going to get away. He kissed me slow and forcefully, his eyes remaining open and hot. He licked the seam of my lips. When I didn't open for him, he tightened his hold on my hair, forcefully dragging my lips apart with his and thrust the tip of his tongue into my mouth. My breathing hitched. It was a good thing he had a tight grip on my wrists, because I swear to god I almost hit the floor.
I moaned, and he pushed his tongue deeper. I sucked on it, and he growled deep in his throat, pushing his hips against mine. I moaned again, hooking my knee up around his hip, to better feel the hardness in his pants. As hard and heavy as he was, he would have permanent zipper tracks tattooed to his pride if he wasn't careful. God, he felt so good.
He trailed his lips to my ear, and on down my neck, leaving his shoulder bare and vulnerable to me. I took the opportunity, my teeth gripping the muscle roughly. Enough to leave a faint mark but not breaking the skin.
He growled louder this time. He pulled me away gently by my hair, and spun me around to face the wall. He placed my hands firmly against the cool surface. Shivers ran through me and heat suffused my blood. God, I loved it when he got like this.
Beneath my shirt, his hands slid up my stomach, cupping my breasts. He moved my bra out of his way, and flicked his thumbs over my nipples.
I bucked in his grasp, taking my hands from the wall and tried to turn around. He released his hold on my nipples, placing his hands on my hips, not allowing me to turn around. Instead, he placed one of his hands between my shoulder blades, bending me forward until my cheek and forearms laid against the cool wall, my hips still several inch
es back.
He slowly undid the button on my jeans, then eased the zipper down. I gasped as his hand eased inside the lacy waistband of my panties. He pushed my legs further apart with his feet, maneuvering his hand more firmly against me.
"I knew you'd be wet," he moaned in my ear, circling my entrance with one finger. I whimpered, from both the feel of what he was doing and from the explicit nature of his words.
He latched his teeth onto the back of my neck, not enough to hurt but with far more dominance than I had done to him. At the same time, he sank one of his fingers inside me, and my eyes threatened to cross. As it was I couldn't stop the cry the broke from my lips as he flexed his finger inside me and added another.
He clamped his other hand over my mouth to prevent any further sound from escaping, and my excitement only increased. Three fingers. Always moving... In, out and in a come hither motion that sapped all the strength from my legs.
God, I was so overwhelmed by my own desperate need that tears had formed in my eyes, trickling down my cheeks and over his knuckles. Then he rubbed his thumb roughly over my clit, and the world exploded into a star studded dankness that ripped through my body and stole all my strength.
When my vision finally cleared, he picked me up, and laid me gently on the bed. He climbed over the top of me, his jeans shed, mine quickly joining his as well as my shirt. My flip flops had been lost long ago.
My body was still shivering from a aftershocks when he pushed himself deep inside me. My body clenched around him, trying to suck him in deeper. He groaned like a dying man, and tried to stay still a minute, panting and shaking from the effort.
I loved that I could drive him to this.
Without withdrawing from my body, he rocked against me, his cock bumping into something deep inside that brought back all my need for him. I lifted my hips, pushing against him and something in him seemed to snap. Bracing himself with an arm on either side of my head, he began to move, thrusting into me so hard and fast that the bed was banging against the wall.
I needed more, "please!" I begged. I was close, so close. I was going to die if he didn't DO something. I couldn't stop the small screams that ripped from my mouth. My nails were scraping his back, and he raked his teeth along my neck and shoulder, threatening to renew his mark of possession.
With a primal growl, he sat up, lifted my hips, and slammed home, over and—Lord Almighty, what was he hitting?
He didn't bother to cover my scream this time. I splintered into so many tiny pieces that my soul would forever look like shattered glass.
As I drifted back down, I was vaguely aware of his teeth latched onto my shoulder, holding me still while he spent everything he had inside me. He collapsed against me, tremors still shaking our world. After a minute, he pushed his weight off me, lying half on me, half on the mattress, our legs still tangled.
Ducking his head down a bit, he latched his lips over one of my sensitized nipples, drawing it into his mouth and sucking, hard.
I jerked and moaned, shoving my fingers into his hair. He released me when I tugged, laying back down and drawing me into his arms. "I love that you're a screamer," he sighed.
The End.
Ginger's Hot Tub
Their drinks arrived and Ginger offered a smile to the girl who delivered them to the table. 'Thanks,' she said and sipped the margarita. She perused the bar. 'We were lucky to get a table,' she remarked to her friend.
Kathy quickly studied the room; she saw subdued lighting, a band tuning up, and happy-faced people enjoying their weekend freedom. It was Saturday night, a rare opportunity for the two women to enjoy a few drinks and a girlie catch-up. 'Yeah,' she drawled. 'Busy in here.' She nodded in the direction of the bar. 'And those guys over there are checking you out. They keep looking at your boobs.' She pouted, expression petulant, and pointed at Ginger's breasts. 'No fair, you had them done.'
Ginger examined herself critically. 'Am I showing too much?'
The attractive blonde grinned. 'No, you dope. I'm just messin' with ya.'
Ginger brightened and she returned the grin. 'You bitch. You know I take you seriously. The smirk slid away and she regarded her friend seriously. 'Anyway, you're gorgeous as you are. All natural.' She reached out and fingered her friend's blonde hair. 'I love your hair ... and you've got a great figure.' She paused and then said, 'And you've got balls ... Metaphorically speaking.'
'Is that why you had your boobs done?' Kathy asked 'A confidence thing ...'
Ginger considered the question for a moment and then shrugged. 'I guess so. Partly.' She nodded.
A man approached the table and interrupted their discourse. Kathy looked up at him.
The man's eyes fell to Ginger's cleavage. He smirked. 'Hello, ladies,' he said, thumbs hooked into the belt loops of his faded jeans.
Kathy's eyes flashed when she noticed the man's line of sight. She found his cocksure attitude abrasive. With a withering stare she studied him for a long moment; saw arrogant confidence in all of his ... what ... twenty-two years? OK, so he was film-star hot, good-looking with cute dimples and a tight tee-shirt across an obviously great body – the kind of guy Kathy would take home and use mercilessly before she threw his desiccated, exhausted ass out onto the street. But a devil sat on her shoulder that night.
With a dangerous grin Kathy pointed at Ginger and said quietly, ''She's married ... And if she were to have an affair, it'd be with me. So do me a favor and fuck off, kid.' For emphasis she rose out of her chair and leaned across the table. Kathy reached a hand around Ginger's head and pulled her friend's face in for a kiss.
'I think I've had way too much to drink,' Kathy mumbled when the man fled.
Stunned, wide-eyed with shock, Ginger stared at Kathy. 'Oh. My. God! ... What the hell?'
'Can we get a cab outta here?' Kathy asked.
***
The taxi dropped the pair at Ginger's home. The two women giggled at Kathy's strong handling of the would-be lothario and, slumped together side-by-side, arms around each other, walked up the long, curving driveway carrying their shoes.
Holding onto her friend's arm, Kathy stopped at the bottom of the wide steps that led up to the front door. 'Damn but you've got a nice place, Ginger. I'm envious every time I visit.'
Ginger blushed, always uncomfortable when Kathy made comparisons between their respective fortunes. Self-deprecatingly, she replied, 'I got lucky with a job interview after college.'
Kathy shrugged and moved her hand to take Ginger's fingers. 'Hey,' she said and squeezed gently. 'Good for you. As long as I can come over and use your hot-tub sometimes ...'
'Good idea,' Ginger said. 'We could take a little dip now.'
'Come on!' Kathy released Ginger's hand and climbed the steps. She laughed as she looked back over her shoulder. 'Hurry up!' Inside, after both women had dropped their shoes by the front door, Kathy made for the kitchen. 'I'm the one who works in a bar,' she said, 'so I'll mix us some mean margaritas!'
While Kathy poured and mixed she heard the toilet flush upstairs. After a moment's pause Ginger called down. 'Little problem,' she shouted.
Kathy sliced a lime and called back, 'Oh yeah? What?'
'Bathing suit ... I don't think any of my bikinis will fit you.'
Another pause as Kathy sipped her drink. 'I wasn't planning on wearing a costume!' Kathy heard Ginger's descending footsteps.
Her friend appeared. 'You mean we should—'
'—Skinny dip,' Kathy finished. She nodded and gestured along the front of her body in a sweeping with both hands. 'Yep. Nekkid,' she drawled. With a teasing glint in her eye she continued: 'I know I'm hot stuff ...' She leered at her friend. 'What about you? Are you too shy to show your body off in front of me, Ginger? Too scared of the comp-ee-tishon?'
'With these boobs?' Ginger retorted. She rolled her eyes and gestured at her own chest. 'Pfffft.'
On the deck at the rear of the big house Ginger gasped and turned to her friend. 'How strong did you mix these drinks? Je
sus, Kathy ...'
'Strong enough, baby. Gotta give you Dutch courage to put your nekkid body up to the contest with me.' Kathy carefully placed her drink on a picnic table with all the exaggerated care of someone who knows they've had a lot to drink already. She smirked at Ginger. 'If you're too chicken, I'll go first.' She wriggled out of her dress, leaving it in an untidy heap on the wooden planks. Her underwear followed. Kathy posed with her hands in the air. 'Ta-dah!'
Without further preamble she lifted her drink from the table and, after a delicate sip, eyed her friend over the rim. Next Kathy padded barefoot to the edge of the tub and set the glass on the decking before she slid into the water.
Kathy sipped at the reclaimed margarita and smirked while she watched Ginger undress.
'Damn, Ginger,' she said as she examined Ginger's nudity. 'Those tits are fine. You know ... I've always wanted to ask you ... but I wondered if ... well ... could I just touch 'em?'
Ginger eased her body into the warm embrace of the hot tub. She turned to face Kathy. 'Sure,' she said and shrugged. 'I get asked that more often than you might think.' She moved through the water and stopped a foot away from Kathy. Ginger offered her breasts and grinned 'Here, cop a feel.'
Ginger gasped. It was the expression on Kathy's face, that look and the fact that Kathy's thumbs slid across her nipples, an erotic touch that had Ginger's teats thickening in a strange rush of arousal.
'Wow,' Kathy whispered, pretending she didn't notice the change in Ginger's body as her thumbs teased the long teats. 'They feel so ... so ...' She shook her head, Ginger's breasts still in her palms.