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Sweet Lesbians — Wed, 07 Jan 2009 08:51:45 +0000

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A week later, Candice asked me to stay after class then invited me to go with her to an Ingmar Bergman movie. I gagged at the title, but cheerfully said, sure. We had a good time, and it was the first of many such good times; movies, plays, art shows, and once even a cocktail party. Of course, I willfully restrained all my sexual impulses and made no advances. She didn’t make any either. We still kissed, usually just a peck for hello, and a brief real kiss for good-bye. We hadn’t discussed rules but they were there.

Tongues could touch on a goodbye kiss, but only a quick lick or two. I had the feeling that this was a concession on her part to sooth my sexual pride, not because she wanted to french with me. But we became very close friends, and our get-togethers didn’t decrease in number, even when she started dating this handsome dentist. I didn’t like him, but didn’t say so, putting my own feelings down to natural jealousy, although there was just something snaky about him. But I turned out to be right about the schmuck - Alfred was his name.

We’d been friends for about four months when Candice’s divorce came through, and it was that week that she started sleeping with Alfred. I only got to see her once that week. The following week, she found out that he was married and promptly dumped him. I could have killed the jerk. Now Candice was all disgusted and hurt again, and I hurt for her. About two weeks after that, she had me over for dinner, and I decided that the time was ripe for me to make my move. She was down on men again, and I figured that she’d probably give in, because she trusted me, if for no other reason. I was right, too, but it wasn’t at all easy.

She had said to dress comfortable, so I did. I arrived with two bottles of wine, a carefully selected DVD and wearing a sweatshirt, cut-offs, and tennis shoes - no underwear or socks. I did wear light makeup, a gold bracelet on my left ankle that contrasted nicely with my tan, a lingering touch of perfume and a pink, cherry-flavored lip-gloss. Her idea of comfortable turned out to be a beige pullover blouse, a yellow cotton skirt and bare feet.

At least she was barefoot; that was a good sign, although it would have been a better one if she’d been wearing nail polish. I could tell she was wearing panties, because I could see their outline through the soft material of her pastel skirt, but for once, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her big nipples seemed to push impatiently at the beige blouse. I set down my stuff on her kitchen table while she locked and chained the front door of her house - she always did that.

“You and your suntan and short shorts!” She chuckled, giving me a warm hug and the hello peck on the lips, “It’s a wonder you got here without getting raped!”

“Do you really think I look sexy?” We still had our arms around each other, so I hugged her tighter, her big breasts pushing against my shoulders, “Then give me a real welcoming kiss to show me that you love me!”

She laughed and arched her neck to touch her nose to mine, looking directly into my eyes from inches away, “You blackmailing little minx! You know I love you; you’re the best friend that I have, Kathy Patterson!” God! She was so tall! And I was tall for a female, but she made me feel short.

I started to say ‘prove it,’ but instead, I put one hand on the back of her neck and gently drew her lips to mine. Our waxed lips touched and melted together and she opened her mouth to me and let my tongue lightly tingle against the tip of hers. The kiss took all the breath out of me, and I’d have been willing to stand there until my legs collapsed, but all too soon, she pushed me away with a grin and a waggling finger of admonishment, “Now, now, my sweet sex-maniac! You’re trying to tempt me into sin again!” I laughed and we worked together fixing supper.

After dinner, as we sat together side by side on the couch, sipping rum & cokes and watching the video that I had brought, I tried to plan my next move. The film was an Italian romantic comedy, genuinely funny, but with lots of really racy scenes, including one scene near the end that had this chick that was tired of men and trying out a woman. In the end, she gets her man, and her and her new girlfriend are giving each other a wink, insinuating that they were going to have fun together whether the marriage worked out or not. So, the guy was obviously going to have to perform well or lose out all together.

Instead of taking the message ‘as is,’ Candice kept giving me sideways looks as if to say, ‘Give me a break. I know what you’re up to!’ After the movie, she switched over to MTV. “Hey!” I declared, “You’ve got to admit that it was funny, and the message was valid for all of that!”

She grinned, “I’ll admit that you’re the most persistent cuss in the universe, that’s what I’ll admit!”

When she set the remote control back on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch, I touched her leg lightly on her right knee; I was sitting beside her on her right, and her feet were propped up on the coffee table. “Think about it, Candy. You don’t have to give up men. You don’t have to change your lifestyle. You only have to give up one thing!”

She gave me another sideways look with a little smile, “Okay, what would I have to give up?”

“The lack of a good sex life,” I murmured as I leaned my head over one of her enormous breasts and nipped the nipple through the cloth with my teeth. She jumped, glaring at me.

“Now cut it out, Kathy! I don’t want to go that way!” A tear glistened in her eye, “I’ve been hurt enough lately! Do you think that I want to give up my dearest friend to another transitory love relationship? Hell, no, I don’t!”

I moved close to her face and breathed my words into her mouth, “I’m not asking for you to give up anything at all. I love you, Candy, and I want to go on being your friend. But I want to eat your pussy, too. Are you afraid to eat mine? Is that what’s bothering you?” I had thought of Sheila; maybe Candice was just afraid of giving.

Almost unconsciously, her eyes strayed to my lap before they snapped back to mine, and she answered, “I guess that’s part of it. I already know that I want to make you happy, because I love you, but when I think about doing it with you, it seems weird. Unnatural.” She shrugged helplessly, “Even if I wanted to be a lesbian. Don’t you see? You are the most stable thing in my life, and I don’t want to jeopardize that! You’re the last person that I’d want as a lover. I lose lovers!”

“Now let’s face facts,” I said sternly, “You haven’t lost any lovers. You have just rejected a couple because they wouldn’t fit in the mold that you’ve cast for them. You picked a couple of jerks and tried to make them into Mr. Right. And now you’re trying to fit me into some kind of definition for a friend. Listen, I fuck my friends, male and female. I don’t have any lovers - not the way you think of it. Really, Candy, you need to loosen up and quit trying to make the world fit into your preconceptions. You’re missing a lot of interesting scenery. Your missing Life! If you want to wait for Mr. Right, fine! Maybe he’ll even show up – just wait and don’t push it. But you don’t need to be chaste and bored in the interim!”

I put my hands on her face and gazed earnestly into her bright blue eyes, “I’ll always be your friend. If we screw around, and Mr. Right comes along, and you want to be Mrs. Right, that’s okay. We can quit screwing around, but we’ll still be friends. I’m talking about sex for fun between people who love each other. I’m not asking you to marry me, but I do love you, Candy!” I kissed her firmly, and though I opened her mouth slightly with mine, I didn’t slip her the tongue, hoping that she’d do the honors.

She did, timorously, with a couple of brief licks in my mouth. Then I kissed her eyelids and her forehead, and then her ear. I gave her a quick, spine-tingling lick in the ear and whispered, “C’mon! Just let me play with your body a little bit, Candy. It’ll be fun!” I gave her ear a slower lick.

She giggled, “Just a little?”

I bit her lower lip. “Would it turn you on if I took my shirt off? Would you like to see my breasts?”

“No,” she blushed, “I mean, I don’t know. I’m not sure.”

I pulled my sweatshirt over my head and shook my hair back into place. Her eyes darted back and forth between my face and chest, her blush deepening slightly as her eyes settled on my breasts in fascination. My tits weren’t as big as hers, but I’d achieved a good medium size, and their flesh was firm, pushing proudly outward. I had slight bikini marks, despite the fact that I sunbathe nude when I get the chance, but most trips to the beach involve wearing the suit, at least that is true of Texas.

My nipples were very light brown pegs with flat tops and when very aroused, my areolas were only a slightly darker shade of tan and my nipples are a good 3/4-inch long. I have a cute mole on one breast that serves as a perfect beauty mark - all in all, I’m proud of my tits. They’re pretty. “It feels good when you look at my breasts, Candy. Really nice!”

“Really?” She licked her lips nervously and glanced at my face to see if I was teasing her.

“Yes.”

I leaned forward and kissed her slowly, waiting for her to respond. This time her kiss was stronger, more forceful. “You liked what I did in your office that day. Remember?”

“Yeah,” she grinned, “Even though I kind of regretted it as an indiscretion on my part, I have to admit that I liked it. A lot.”

“Can I take your blouse off?”

“No!” she laughed, “and I wish you’d put yours back on! I feel nervous enough without adding to the tension.”

“Chicken! If you don’t let me take your blouse off, I’ll take off my shorts; I really will!” I breathed, unsnapping the button on my cut-offs.

She laughed again while giving me a critical eye and taking a gulp from her drink, all at the same time. I thought she’d choke; she was so nervous. I kissed her gently on the cheek, then the chin. I kissed her mouth and our tongues touched at once in a hot slick, electrical caress, the breath from her nose making quick pants on my cheek.

My hands moved up her sides, raising her blouse over her breasts, and her arms raised enough to encircle my neck. I moved closer as we kissed and gradually pressed my breasts against hers. She gasped at the sweet warmth of it. Still kissing her, I moved my right leg over her hips and straddled her lap. “Raise your arms,” I commanded between kisses.

She murmured, “No,” but didn’t stop kissing me. I reached one hand down between our bellies and pulled down the zipper of my shorts.

At the zipping noise, she giggled and said, “Okay, already!” and raised her arms over her head while I pulled her blouse away, revealing my first sight of her large, white Scandinavian breasts. The woman could have been a porn star! Her skin was milky white and untanned, her nipples and aureolae a rosy pink. Despite their size, her round breasts jutted out aggressively, practically arrogantly!

“God! What gorgeous tits!” I breathed, touching them lightly with my fingertips, hefting their weight in my palms, and delicately tweaking her soft nipples into bold, rubbery erections. “See, doesn’t it feel nice when someone looks at your breasts with love in their heart and lust in their loins?”

“It feels nice when you touch them, too,” she replied in a slightly choked voice as her arms snaked about my neck. But she didn’t pull me to her for a kiss; she’d evidently decided to let me play with her tits, probably hoping to appease me. I knew she really did love me, though, and I was going to make her prove it! I placed my palms over her nipples and gently squeezed her breasts, moving my head forward, closer to her face.

She came forward to meet me, and our mouths met and opened. While our tongues danced together, I smoothed my hands up her chest and encircled her neck with my arms, bringing our breasts warmly together again. We both sighed with the feel of it. I used my weight to bear her over backwards so that I was lying on top of her on the couch. I managed to wriggle between her legs, too, so that we were lying pussy-to-pussy and still kissing.

“God, you make me so horny, Candy!” I breathed in her ear, “I want to fuck you. I want to eat you, Candy. I need you to touch me. I need it!” I ground my pussy into her hips, rubbing at hers.

“No, Kathy,” she shook her head in protest, “We mustn’t. Please, I have to keep at least one friend!” But, perhaps with a mind of their own, her legs spread a little to fit us together better, so my pussy could press more firmly against hers. At that moment, I hated my cut-offs as much as I hated her skirt.

Still, making the most of the position that I could, I ground my hips in circles, into her. I nipped her lower lip with my teeth, my breasts pressing against hers. “Take your panties off,” I demanded, snaking my tongue in and out of her mouth.

“No, please,” she moaned. I raised myself on my knees, and cradling her head in my hands, I pressed my left nipple to her mouth. Her lips closed gently on my little tan-colored knob, and I felt the sharper heat of her tongue tickle the tip.

“Do you like my breasts?” I whispered, and in response, she sucked harder and moaned deep in her throat. She kissed and sucked at my right nipple then rubbed her face over the surface of both my breasts, her eyes closed as she kissed, licked and nuzzled in my soft flesh. I raised her chin and fit my mouth over hers, and while I kissed her, I felt her right leg curl around me in embrace as I continued the kiss and kneaded her breasts with my hands.

“How about your letting me put your panties on?” I breathed in her mouth. She giggled.

“You are sooo kinky, Kathy!” she laughed, “I never know what you’re going to say next! Why do you want to put my panties on?”

“Because I want to!” I grinned and kissed her nose, “Can I wear your panties?” I added an extra grind of my hips into hers.

“Okay, but you have to get off me so that I can take ‘em off.” I hastily obliged before she could change her mind. Just like I figured, she stood up and reached under her skirt to slip her panties off without showing me anything and handed them to me. Plain white cotton. I stood as she sat back down on the sofa, and I lifted her panties to my face, smelled and kissed them slowly, while she watched, giggling a little more nervously, now, her big breasts jiggling with her laugh.

Slowly, I pulled my cutoffs down, watching her face as I revealed my fluffy triangle of dark brown hair. She didn’t even pretend to look away this time. Moving even more slowly, I put her panties on, making a real show of slipping by legs gracefully through the holes. I stepped closer to her, straddling her knees as I drew the nylon panties up over my hips and smoothed my hand suggestively over the crotch, rubbing the soft material into my pussy’s crack.

I felt really sexy, even though her panties were slightly too large for me. I sat down beside her, eyeing the yellow cotton skirt that was now the only barrier between paradise and me. I put my hand on her left breast and closed my mouth on the nipple of her right one. It felt so sweet to suckle her titty, but she pulled my head away and looked into my eyes.

“Kathy, please! Let’s just put our clothes back on, now. I don’t want to go any further, and I can’t withstand what you are doing!”

I leaned forward so that my left nipple ‘accidentally’ touched her still moistened nipple, “You mean that you can’t stop yourself if I suck your tits, Candy, but I want to, and a lot more besides! Let yourself go! For me, if not for yourself. If you really, really love me, let go!” I took her left hand and drew it to my pussy. She didn’t pull it away, so I kissed her, and she gave my cunt a gentle squeeze through her own panties.

Still kissing her, I moved my right hand down to her knee and slid it under her dress, and her thighs spread in surrender. Her cunt all but dripped in my hand - she was that wet. I murmured against her lips, “I’m going to suck your sweet pussy dry.”

“Uh-hum,” she answered, not bothering to break the kiss.

“Do you want me to do you first?” I whispered in the lips to lips talk. I mean, I knew what she wanted, but I was going to make her say it.

“Uh-hum.”

“What do you want me to do?”

For an answer, she leaned back, breaking the kiss; her right hand was in my hair, pulling my face to her hips while her left hand raised her skirt to her waist. I had a glimpse of a thick, curly golden triangle divided by a pink gash, then my face was full of the hot sweet flavor of her juices as my tongue parted her lips and my nose snorted at the heady waft of feminine essence. Her thighs tightened about my neck, and she moaned, crossing her ankles around my back. She was delicious! I reveled in her slickness, gouging her deeply, but slowly and sensually with my questing nose and tongue. She lathered her pussy over my face, her hips building speed as she rolled with my licks, grunting and gasping her satisfaction.

I pressed my hands against the underside of her thighs urging her to pull her knees back to her chest. She squirmed and moaned loudly as I used my tongue like a paint brush, dipping into her vagina for juice, then laving her asshole tenderly with her own wetness. I reached one arm around her thickly muscled thigh to diddle her clit with my fingers while my mouth explored her warm, tender bottom with delicate kisses. She hugged her knees tightly to her breasts, and I felt her toes curling in my hair as her sphincter tightened and loosened rhythmically, sucking at my flickering tongue as I began butt-fucking her with my mouth. I held my breath and pushed my nose hard into her vagina as she cried out and started to come.

I kept my tongue jammed into her bottom, my finger on her clit, and my nose rammed up her vagina as she quivered and shook, her ankles pressed against my cheeks and her breasts bouncing. She came so hard and long that I was forced to gasp air through my mouth several times. Slowly the violence of her passion subsided to trembling surges in her hips. I waited until she started to calm before giving her sweet pussy one last lick, which made her shiver.

I crawled up her long, sweat moistened body like a predator, settling my hips into hers and probing her mouth with mine. She didn’t seem to have any objection to sucking at the tongue that had just fucked her ass. Finally, she pushed my face away with a giggle, “Give me a sec, Kath. I need to recover.” She sighed and cradled my head against her generous breasts, “Wow! What you did to my bottom… that was really something, Kathy, and right when I was coming, too! No one ever did that to me before!”

“Did you like that?” I asked smugly, knowing she’d loved every second.

“Yeah,” she said so softly that I could barely hear, gently stroking my hair.

“Um, Candy?”

“Yes?”

“I’m so horny that I can barely handle it.” I felt her body tense ever so slightly, but her hand obediently slid down to my waist, where I shifted so that I could spread my legs by curling my right one over her hips. My back was pressed against the back of the couch.

She kissed my mouth gently as I felt her fingers slide slowly under the elastic of her panties and move through my pubic hair. Her long finger gently parted my crack and slipped into the slippery meat of me. I moaned and ran my fingers feverishly through her hair. She groped me clumsily, feeling for my clit, so I guided the tip of her finger to the hood that sheltered by joy button and told her to rub me there. She did; not very expertly, but I was already hot and was quickly filled with the wiggly bubbles of orgasm swelling from my ass and the backs of my thighs and perking up through me until I was filled with bliss. I buried my face in her hair and sobbed my joy and release, “Thanks,” was about all I could gasp.

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My MILF Boss — Wed, 07 Jan 2009 04:35:47 +0000

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It started out as a bit of a joke, looking at pictures on the internet of an old, large, fat, shaven woman who had posted over 500 images of her body. Some showed her partially dressed, some naked, some having sex, masturbating, and inserting objects into her cunt, even having sex with several men at one time. She looked like an aged aunt or perhaps a cleaning lady, cellulite dimpled thighs, rolls of fat covering her cleanly shaven mons, huge flaccid breasts resting on her stomach with a friendly florid round face that gave the impression she had walked off a farm.

After discovering this group I thought it great fun to flick through the hundreds of shots what a laugh, but the more of her I saw the more turned on I was becoming. Each day she posted new pictures at around lunchtime gradually I started to look forward to seeing what position she would be adopting what would her fat legs be wrapped around today, a dildo, some old guys head, a torch, assorted vegetables just about anything vaguely phallic appeared welcome inside her. Or would she be laid out naked in some crappy old car with some losers grubby fingers buried in her ample cunt. Her pictures represented a sordid underworld that my affluent middle class lifestyle seldom came across but increasingly I wanted to be a part of it having the balls to initiate a contact was the difficult part.

I sat down to eat a sandwich logged into her group and called up the latest image `Two at a Time` no prizes for guessing what was going on, an overweight hirsute middle aged man was taking her from behind while she gave a balding pensioner a blow job. Her belly and tits hung down on the gaudy bedspread all appeared to be enjoying themselves. The next picture posted was her outdoors sitting on a chequered blanket, neat hair, pearl earrings, bare chested empty tits sagging down with pale nipples pointed at the ground. Her spotted skirt had risen up to her waist revealing the trademark shaven pussy, her cunt lips were puffy and what appeared to be cum was seeping out on to the rug. There was cum seeping out in my office I had never been so turned on by a picture yet this woman was ugly, fat, dirty and around twenty years older than me.

I emailed her to explain my reaction to the pictures not really expecting a response but she mailed back immediately with a picture of her spread eagled across the front of an old Toyota with a fat hairy bald male fucking her from behind, her head was turned to the camera a broad grin across her moon face. Beneath she asked me some basic details about myself and explained that she was married with an older disinterested husband and liked afternoon sessions especially outdoors. Over the following days we mailed each other frequently discussing her sex acts and what I would like to do to her, she claimed to live around fifty miles from my office but I was skeptical half expecting the whole thing to be a fraud, then she mailed me a telephone number and asked me to call, it was the correct area code for the town in which she claimed to live, oh shit what was I getting into.

The following afternoon I wrote the number on a post it and plucked up the courage to call her, it must be a con, one of those premium rate chat lines. On about the third ring she picked up a small, smoky, sexy voice with a West Country accent who after basic introductions started to describe in graphic detail her likes and dislikes the former were too numerous to mention the latter severe bondage and sex with other women. My erection was rampant I was oblivious to anything that was happening in the office outside my door, she asked what I would like to do to her, bend her over my desk play with her till she was very wet slowly using her cunt then move on to her ass parting her big fat cheeks before entering her back passage and fucking her roughly. Then withdrawing and letting her clean every inch of my rapidly shrinking cock.

“Well I am free three weeks Friday in the afternoon but I have to be back by 4.30 to cook the old mans dinner” she said as though I had asked when she would next be out shopping, she then went into considerable detail about how all her holes would be available on any properly arranged meeting. I was dumbstruck yet incredibly excited I had just arranged a rendezvous with a fat ugly slut old enough to be my mother but was more aroused than I had been in years.

Over the intervening weeks I wrestled with my conscience what on earth was I doing I have a beautiful wife, a great family, a varied and exciting sex life, several times each day I vowed to mail her and cancel but somehow I never got around to it, usually my resolve weakened around lunchtime after I had seen the latest pictures. The agreed date arrived, as I have my own business it was not difficult to create an excuse that would free up the afternoon, my sat nav directed me to a cul de sac I pulled into a parking bay at the end and called her. Less than five minutes later an old lady waddled down an alleyway barely recognisable as the wanton slut I had viewed in hundreds of pornographic pictures.

She looked older, fatter and in her cheap chain store clothes rougher than I had visualised. She leaned over touched my thigh and we started making small talk, her rounded vowels brought me back to the dirty slut I had talked to several times and as we drove I started to see her more as the hyper active sex object featured in her photos and less as a tired middle aged woman. At her suggestion we headed to a small forest near the motorway about fifteen minutes drive a beautiful place with lots of back roads and stopping places where people go for walks or to exercise their dogs. She knew a spot that was quiet with a large flat log that had featured in many of her photos, we drove off the track and parked behind a small copse.

Her smile appeared slightly crooked as I leaned across and stroked a very large thigh, I reached the crease at the top of her leg and felt the overhang of her belly there were no knickers concealed in her flesh.

“I thought you might be impatient and I like to feel fresh air between my legs” she explained

Her pubic area was like Velcro where she had shaved badly and not within the past day, I felt into her cunt that to my amazement was already damp. Slowly my fingers played with her lips digit by digit entered her with four fingers buried to the knuckle she pushed forward against my palm. After a minute or two she withdrew my arm and gently sucked her pungent juices off each finger in a manner that had come straight from a seventies German porn film, God I loved it. My cock was bulging against my zipper so hard that it hurt.

Once my hand was clean she leant over and undid my flies, my penis sprang out and vibrated like a springboard after the diver had departed. She kissed the head her tongue working into the eye then sucked the shaft of my prick deep into her throat, it felt so good.

Reclining in my car seat I looked down on what was being done to me with an air of detachment, it was surreal to watch this old granny`s head bobbing up and down in my lap. The feelings in my groin encouraged me back into participation I grabbed her solid permed hair with its grey roots and restricted her movement to the top third of my cock pulling back slightly so her teeth ran tantalisingly along my length. It was not what I had intended but who cares I held her head still and started to fuck her mouth she swallowed me expertly without a murmur of objection within minutes I was pumping cum down her throat as she sucked greedily on my rapidly shrinking penis. Not a single drop fell on the leather seat and my cock was spotless.

Slowly regaining my composure I looked across the car she was beaming her smudged lipstick formed a bright red gash through her round face, she leaned over and kissed me, her salty tongue probing deep into my mouth my cock stirred involuntarily.

I suggested we get out for a walk it was an overcast autumnal afternoon but not too cold and I wanted to see the log on which I had seen her photographed in many poses. It lay four hundred yards further into the woods well hidden from the road, with a bridal path at the rear shielded by some brambles. As we walked I made small talk about the weather and the views interspersed with the occasional lewd suggestion, she gently smoothed my cock and grinned. As we approached our destination she turned, tilted her head up and invited my mouth onto hers, our tongues entwined probing each others teeth like teenagers. I groped her massive tits outside her blouse then undid a few buttons and played with her hard nipple, she reached inside her shirt and pulled the bra down freeing both pendulous bosoms then went back to massaging my dick.

I looked down at her and was surprised at the paleness of her nipples they were large but only slightly darker than the vast expanse of lily-white tit. I turned and sat on the flattened log pulling her toward me, I took the right breast in two hands massaging the nipple between thumb and forefinger, it was now level with my mouth gently at first I licked then sucked hard on her elongated bud. My teeth grated on her flesh and goose bumps rose on her chest, my right hand moved out of her shirt and up her skirt she shuffled her legs apart giving me easy access to her knickerless fanny. My hand caressed her pitted thigh then fingers slid into her dripping cunt, as I bit down on her nipple she rubbed hard against my hand.

This continued for an age me biting and sucking on her ample tits while she ground her cunt onto my hand gyrating her hips in a small circles, her eyes closed and her breath came in shorts gasps, this vastly experienced slut was cuming on my hand. She bent her knees and pushed all her weight forward trapping my hand against my leg but still deep inside her then she pulled my face tight into her chest almost suffocating me and gave a long trembling sigh.

I moved her over and she rested with one hand on the log by my side, her leg still across mine and my hand gripping her pubic mound three fingers slithering around her clit. With my left hand I gently removed her tit from my face then started to explore her arse cheeks, parting them my thumb found her hole drawing some moisture from the lips of her cunt I gently lubricated the entrance to her back passage before pressing my thumb deep into her. She quickly relaxed and pressed back pushing me further up her arse and then again started to gently gyrate on my hands.

By this stage I was bursting I desperately needed to fuck her sensing this she pulled my hands out of her and again licked off her own juices lingering on the thumb that had so recently been three inches deep in her bum. She stood upright moved over then leant forward resting her forearms on the smooth, damp wood, I stood and watched as she pulled her skirt up over her bum then spread her legs and asked which hole I wanted first.

The lips around her cunt were swollen and puckered glistening with moisture from the earlier exertions, my cock was rigid poking out of my trousers, strange but I could not remember her getting it out. I undid and dropped my pants moved behind and slid my cock from the back of her cunt to the top of her arse. I gently squeezed her cheeks together sandwiching my penis in the soft flesh, the head of my cock probed her arsehole pushing in half an inch rested then withdrew. I moved down and dipped into her cunt, again just half an inch my intention had been to continue this teasing for some time but when I felt her warm, wet and surprisingly tight around my cock all self control evaporated and I slammed everything I had into her holding her hips my cock pounded against her yielding flesh an even pace became established she pushed back against me on the up stroke ensuring the maximum penetration. I tried to concentrate on the trees, on some red blemishes on her arse anything to prolong the act, but it was little use after a couple more strokes I felt her judder and tense this was enough to bring me off, streams of spunk shot into her the next few strokes brought more then I was spent and leant forward resting on her back my cock still inside with streams of fluid running down my balls and thigh.

Eventually I withdrew and sat back down on the log she lifted her skirt and plonked her naked arse next me her huge breasts still hung loosely outside her blouse, my trousers and boxers dangled around my ankles we must have looked ludicrous. She looked across and smiled, we drew breadth and admired the countryside after about fifteen minutes she asked if we were finished and should she dress or was I going to fuck her arse as requested prior to the meet. I had to explain that this was one treat that would have to wait until we had a hotel room and a little more time.

When we eventually got to fix up the next meeting it would not be for eight weeks but then things got really dirty…

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Hannas — Wed, 07 Jan 2009 01:39:50 +0000

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Louisa blinked at the steps leading up to her house. They didn’t wobble under her feet, nor did they squeak.

Inside, a wonderful aroma wafted from the kitchen. She stood for a moment, eyes closed, inhaling the smell of fresh bread. Was this some kind of dream? If so, let it continue!

Richard appeared in the doorway, wiping his hands on a dish cloth. His bear hug and passionate kiss made her senses swim. It was no dream. He really did live here, and he really was good with his hands … in more ways than one.

“Hmmmmmmm.” He released her from his kiss, but kept one arm securely locked around her waist. She looked up at him. “Are you a mirage?”

“No.” His voice was soft as he smoothed her hair. “How was the library today?”

“Class of first-graders came to visit.” She watched his yummy ass as he turned back toward the kitchen. “You fixed the front steps.”

“Yeah.” He sent her a quick grin before returning his attention to the stove. “I got good news today.”

“Well don’t make me wait, what is it?” She thought she might know. It wasn’t the money, money was not an issue. But Louisa did care very much about Richard’s self-esteem. The young man was no slacker. Since moving in with her recently, he’d been diligent about trying to find a job. The way he was smiling, it looked as if he’d had some success.

He turned off the burner and put his hands on her hips. A big smile filled his youthful face. “I got the job.”

“Congratulations!” Her face lit up like a fourth-of-July sky. She squeezed him tight. “Oh, I’m so happy for you!”

“Me, too. Now prepare yourself for a tasty dinner and I’ll tell you all about it.” He twirled her around, delighting in making her laugh, and landed her in a dining room chair.

True to his word, dinner was terrific. Richard told her what he knew so far about the construction job he’d be starting in the morning. Then his face turned thoughtful.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you.”

“Sure.”

“You told me you were fired from your first job, but how did you decide to become a librarian?”

Louisa drew in a thoughtful breath. “Actually the seed for that dream was planted while I was still in undergrad. Right at the beginning of my freshman year I was riding the campus bus and I heard two men talking.”

He couldn’t figure out how this had anything to do with the point but he kept listening. He could see the memory was a happy one.

“I realized, very slowly, that they weren’t speaking French — or Spanish — or German or even Russian. It was a language I had literally never heard before. And all at once I was overwhelmed with just how much stuff there is in the world — great stuff, like languages, places, animals, whole fields of knowledge, subcultures. And I wanted very much to hold that door open, so to speak, so others could…” She made a gesture with her hand. “I knew I wanted to be a keeper of knowledge, not as in keeping it for myself, but as in, tending it so it would be available for anyone who was trying to find something. This was before the internet.” She laughed with her eyes.

“So what happened?”

“I made the silly mistake of taking a job just for the sake of paying the rent.”

“Silly, right,” interjected Richard.

“And you know what happened after that. I got the sack, went back for my MLS, and started living the life I wanted to. Professionally, anyway,” she added.

He wondered what an MLS was, and she explained it to him. He had never surmised that a particular degree was necessary to work in a library. “Oh, yes,” she quirked a brow and nodded solemnly, “it’s very competitive.”

It was nice to have someone to talk to over dinner. Furthermore, Louisa could not remember the last time a man cooked dinner for her, much less fixed things around the house. Certainly her son Jerrod had pitched in his fair share of the work. But he had not been around that much: after high school, he’d taken one semester in college and then joined the military. And in any case, having a helpful son was by no means the same as having a live-in lover.

The only possible complication was that Richard was Jerrod’s best friend. Well, and he was half her age. Oh, and up until a short time ago, Louisa had been something of a maternal figure in Richard’s life. Okay, so things were kind of complicated.

* * *

However much he might have detested the notion of going back home after his dismal try at college, Richard had been raised well. He was determined not to take advantage of Louisa’s goodwill in offering him a place to stay. To that end, he began looking for work immediately; he took on a considerable load of chores around the house; and in general he did what he could to pull his weight while living under her roof.

Even if she hadn’t relieved him of his virginity, he would have done these things.

The construction job was a blessing in many ways. Certainly the cash flow made a difference. The pay was sufficient to make divots in his student loan as well as chip in for groceries and put gas in the car. The hours were flexible to a certain extent, although there was an expectation that he be available if extra hands were needed. And the work was interesting; Richard’s boss gave him a variety of odd jobs around the site, so it was never the same thing day after day.

The biggest benefit, however, was to his sense of self. The young man was simply not a mooch. It would have appalled him to even remotely consider loafing on the couch, eating food that someone else paid for, and basically doing nothing to earn his way.

Now as he put the last paver block in place, his nod was satisfied and confident. “I can take it from here, guys. Thanks again for your help.”

Bill and Ed looked at each other. “Don’t you want to get those plants in the ground?” asked Bill.

“Well, yeah, but that’s not heavy lifting.”

Ed flapped a hand and grabbed a spade. “Don’t be silly. With three of us, this will only take a few minutes. Where do you want these flowers?”

Richard grinned. “Under the tree, over there.” The other nice thing about his job was that the guys helped each other out from time to time. It felt good to be building a network of friends.

The job was complete a good thirty minutes before Louisa got home. From the front window he had the pleasure of seeing the look on her face.

Louisa gawped. Gone was the steep front hill that eroded further with every rain. In its place was a terraced garden that would have graced any English country cottage. Ivy made a green waterfall down the side nearest the driveway. Vinca drifted toward impatiens, which brightened the shade under the large old oak. The tree didn’t look so lonely any more. And neither, for that matter, was she.

“Oh, my god!!” Louisa got out of her car and simply stared for a long moment. Amazement pulled her closer to the new landscaping. Then her eyes snapped toward the house. Richard waved from the window. In his happy gesture she saw the boy she had met when he was just fourteen. Emotion tugged at her core.

He disappeared from view and came out the front door, grinning from ear to ear. “So, you like it?”

She swung her arms around his neck. “It’s too fabulous! How on earth did you do it?”

He tilted his head to one side, still grinning. “Some of the guys came over to help out.” The love in his eyes was apparent as he lowered his mouth to hers. Her lips met his soft kisses like flowers drinking in rain. Her body molded to his.

Very soon it became apparent that they ought to move indoors, and they did so. Easily he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. The mere act of entering this room never failed to cause at least a slight stir in his nerve center. Often the reaction was stronger. It was in this very room where Louisa had become Richard’s first lover.

His mind fired in different directions. Mostly he was in the here and now, kissing this kind woman who was his cherished friend. Yet part of him remembered, would always remember, their first night together.

Naked from head to toe, they nurtured one another even in the dark unconsciousness of sleep. She had fallen asleep with her back pressed against his chest. It hadn’t taken long for him to grow hard a second time. He’d only had one bite to sate his pent-up sexual hunger. He wanted another helping of Louisa.

He reached around to stroke her velvety peaches. Words could not describe what it did to him to cradle her breasts in his hands. Electrical impulses ping-ponged around in his gut and informed his groin. His erection prodded at her backside.

He pushed her hair aside and lipped at her ear. Slowly she woke, wiggling her bottom into his lap. His cock responded accordingly. At his groan she looked over her shoulder, smiling sleepily at him.

“Mmmmmm…” Richard pushed the head of his cock between her legs. Louisa angled her body to draw him closer to her place of warm, wet heat. He was a little more aggressive this time. Lightly he pinched both of her nipples and was rewarded with her startled cry of passion. A rush of wetness greeted the crown of his cock.

He was harder and more sensitive than ever. “OhgodLouisa.” The words surged out of him. He grabbed her around her waist and she bent at knee and hip — their bodies communicated — and then she was on her hands and knees as he knelt behind her.

The probing of his finger made her shudder and cry out. Some of the wetness inside her was his own. The thought of their mingling juices kicked his arousal up another notch. He slid the tip of his cock into her sheath and watched as her back arched. Her long hair fell to one side in the dim light.

Then the lovely screwing began. He inched his way in, and withdrew. Pushed in another inch, and pulled back. Her ass cheeks were cool in his hot grip. They played the lovers’ game of push-me, pull-you, grunting with every stroke. Richard thought he would die, and at the same time, had never felt so alive. He caught glimpses of her breasts as they swayed, bouncing in time to the movements of their bodies. The smell of sex was strong in the room. Her body clamped around his in a 360º hug.

More frantically they flew together. With every thrust his balls spanked her ass. She rocked beneath him, almost as if fighting him off. He growled and grabbed her, yanking her firmly into contact with his hips. Her cum-cry matched her internal spasm. The wet jerking sparked his own seismology…not for the final time that night. They made love so many times, he lost count.

All of this swept through his mind, and more, as he held her now. Richard loved peeling off Louisa’s clothing. There was something heady about unbuttoning her silk blouse. Swirling around in his breastbone was a mix of passion, affection, power, and doing something forbidden. That, and the constant surprise of what she might have on underneath. It made him nuts that she shopped for lingerie especially for his benefit.

Today’s confection was white, but definitely not the typical workaday Kevlar. Tiny seed pearls dotted the centers of lacy flowers. Sheer panels around the ribcage were punctuated with stern boning. The corset laced up the back. Fleetingly he wondered how the hell she had gotten it on. Then he spied the all-but-invisible zipper up the side.

But undoing the laces was much more fun. He untied the bow at the small of her back and loosened the cords, bit by bit, while he kissed her and teased her with his mouth. Her own soft hands worked at his clothing. She made him pause just long enough to lift off his t-shirt, and then her fingers were hungry indeed, finding every muscled inch of his torso.

She broke away from his kiss and fastened her mouth on his nipple. The sucking caused his hands to stumble in their heavenly work. Before Louisa, Richard hadn’t been aware of how pleasant this could be. Now he closed his eyes and gasped.

“That’s it!” he declared. Far faster than she could do it, he whipped off his pants and pinned her to the bed. Laughing, she squirmed beneath him. “Gotcha!”

“Minx. Vile temptress.” He lost patience with the pretty undergarment and pulled it away, casting it over his shoulder.

Louisa quit laughing when Richard took her nipple in his mouth. Her noises quickly segued to moans of pleasure. He licked and sucked at the tender pink flesh, feeling the point go from soft and delicate to hard and erect in his mouth.

“God don’t stop!” she demanded.

He mumbled something that was probably, “I’m not going to stop.”

“Please!“

The phone rang. They ignored it. Richard buried his face in Louisa’s boobs. She lifted her knees around his waist, feeling the teasing of his hardness knocking around between her legs. The intensity of his ministrations increased and she clawed his back, urging him on.

The minor pain from her fingernails spurred his arousal. His eyes blazed as he entered her. With a shuddering breath he wrapped his arms around her and rolled them both over.

“Ah!” Louisa wriggled like a speared fish. He was deep inside her now. She reared back to find he had lifted his knees, making of himself a human chair.

Richard quit moving for a moment. He wanted to memorize the sight of her impaled on his manhood. Her legs were apart, shins pressed to the linens. Her breasts rode high and proud. And she was smiling at him, looking at him the way every man wanted to be looked at, eyes sparkling with joy and sexual energy.

Sweet desire rushed through his veins. He reached out to tickle her pubic hair. The result was very satisfying.

The land line had quit ringing. Her cell phone started in. Louisa’s expression changed to one of distraction. “I better answer it.” She slid off. Richard sighed and remained where he was.

A few minutes later she came back. His flushed and excited lover had been replaced by someone who looked to be a victim of shock. Richard bolted upright. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s not wrong, exactly, it’s — ” she faltered. She had the oddest look on her face, something like a cross between worry, happiness, and confusion.

“What?” he asked, and simultaneously, she resumed: “Jerrod’s coming home.”

* * *

They had never discussed what they were going to say to Jerrod. Her son, his best friend, had no idea that Louisa and Richard had become lovers. It wasn’t exactly the stuff of casual mention over the phone.

Jerrod had now completed basic training. He was due to be shipped out soon and would first be coming home for a visit. Richard and Louisa talked several times about how to handle what could turn out to be a very awkward situation.

“I’ve raised him to be honest.” Louisa twisted her hands.

“But what do you think this particular honesty will do to him? Right before he goes overseas to stew about it for six months or more?”

She grimaced. “It’s because what we’re doing is wrong. We both know it.”

“No, Louisa!” This hurt him, though he didn’t say so. “We’re consenting adults. We care about each other and we happen to have a great sex life. There is nothing wrong with that.”

“Then why should we lie about it?”

“Because — because I keep trying to picture how I would feel if the shoe was on the other foot…”

Louisa held out one hand, palm up, as if to say, “See?”

“I just keep coming back to it. It’s pretty intense, it’s a lot to deal with, and he won’t be around long enough for us to really work our way through it.”

Louisa sighed. A frown of worry creased her pretty face.

“Okay, how about this. We don’t tell him this weekend, but we do tell him next time he comes home. That will give things time to evolve.”

“All right,” she agreed. And she too kept a twinge of hurt to herself: by the time her son finished his tour of duty, her lover might have moved on. And then there would be nothing left to tell.

Simply because it was his day off, it fell to Richard to pick up Jerrod at the airport. Despite the uncomfortable situation, he cheered when he saw his old friend.

“Hey, bro!”

They slapped each other on the back.

“Good to see you, man.”

“So, Mom says you’re crashing at the old homestead.”

“Yeah, it was really cool of her.” Richard said this as he reached for Jerrod’s duffle, not looking at his friend’s face.

Quickly he turned the conversation to the job he’d gotten, and how it was enabling him to make headway on his student loan. He was gaining new skills and starting to get on his feet. Then he spent the drive home quizzing Jerrod about basic training, who was only too happy to extol the rigor of the exercise, and swear praisefully about the men who had shaped him into a soldier.

Richard commented with honest admiration, “That’s really cool, man.”

As soon as they got home, Richard excused himself to the garage, saying there was a project he had to finish before work the next day. Louisa was just getting home from work. Out of habit he took a step toward her, remembering in a split-second he wasn’t supposed to kiss her. Just as he turned away, he caught the look of suspicion on Jerrod’s face.

They got through dinner without too much trouble. Louisa wanted to hear about basic training, too, so a good part of the time was passed with Jerrod telling tall tales. Mother and son had always shared a sense of humour.

“So,” she said, wide-eyed, “they made you scale Mount Everest with nothing but three Hershey bars and a pick-axe?”

“That’s exactly right,” Jerrod grinned. “And I had to buy my own axe!”

Richard guffawed into his Coke. It was almost like old times again — the three of them laughing around the dinner table. But throughout the evening, a sense of awkwardness wandered in here and there. The truth choked at Richard’s throat.

Finally he cleared his plate. “I’ll take out the trash,” he offered.

“Let me give you a hand.” Jerrod stood up.

Oh, no, here it comes. Richard straightened his back and focused his attention on the task at hand. Open the cupboard door under the sink. Pull out the wastebasket. Lift out the garbage bag. Tie it shut. Put in a fresh bag.

Jerrod picked up the garbage and strode out the back door. Richard followed his friend’s retreating back, pausing only to throw a glance over his shoulder at Louisa. He mouthed, What now?

Her silent reply was to blow him a kiss.

Jerrod got right to the point. “What’s going on between you and my mom?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Don’t you lie to me. Are you shacking up with her?”

“Hold on. Just hold on, dammit—”

Jerrod’s face was six inches from Richard’s. The soldier poked his finger into his friend’s chest. “You are not the man of this house. Don’t even think about it!”

A stab of rage pierced Richard’s forehead. He knew damn good and well how solidly he had been contributing to the household. “Well, you sure as hell aren’t! Where are you! Going halfway around the globe to get shot at! That’s a big help!”

“Motherfucker!” roared Jerrod. He grabbed Richard’s shirt and the two men went down, scuffling and throwing punches. Blue language filled the air.

The screen door banged but neither looked up. “Stop it!” yelled Louisa. They paid no heed.

The sound of her retreating footsteps made no difference, either. A moment later they were both drenched by a sudden wave of water. They looked up to see her holding an empty bucket.

“I said STOP!” Louisa burst into tears. “I love you both, do you think you could not fight like dogs?!”

Immediately Richard was filled with shame. “I’m sorry,” he began. He looked over at Jerrod, ready to make amends.

But Jerrod was on his feet and stomping around the side of the house. “You two enjoy your love nest!” he spat. “I’m gone.”

* * *

The lovers lay in the dark, staring up at the ceiling. It was after eleven. Jerrod had not come home.

“I’m sorry.” Richard apologized for at least the fifth time.

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* * * * *

Galadriel laid silently, her wide eyes open and observing the activity around her. She was Elven and therefore, at ease with her nakedness and the people who streamed into the Royal chamber, each touching her body. Rough, callused hands and soft fingers alike caressed her skin as each member of the kingdom gave her a blessing. She quivered with each touch, realizing what lay ahead of her. Tonight, she would attend the Welcoming Ceremony and tomorrow morning, she would be declared queen.

The resonant echo of the hall doors closing boomed through the room and she jumped when silence returned. Everyone in the town would go to bed early this night in preparation for tomorrow’s festivities. Everyone except her.

Cool, smooth cloth skated across her skin and the benevolent eyes of her mother, Earwen. “You have received the greatest blessing of any elven queen this day, Galadriel. Greater even than your own mother.”

“Truly?”

“Truly.” Earwen pressed a kiss to her daughter’s forehead and helped her to sit up, pausing to kiss Nenya, the Ring of Water Power that rested on Galadriel’s finger. “It is time for your Rinsing and Welcoming. Are you ready, dear one?”

“Yes, Mother.”

Galadriel gained her feet and stood as an attendant draped a new dark purple robe over her shoulders, removing the one of lesser cloth. “You are my greatest joy, Galadriel. May your reign be long and happy!”

She accepted her mother’s embrace and allowed the attendants to lead her to the prepared chamber. Galadriel felt regal as she was led to her polished marble throne in the Welcoming Room. Earwen took her place behind the throne and clapped her hands. “Bring the Royal Attendants forward.”

Galadriel tried to control her breathing as colorfully clad elven men and women formed a column on each side of her and escorted her into the main room. She proudly strode to where her mother and father stood, her head held high. Her father stepped in front of her and made the necessary pronouncements accorded to her by her rank.

“Choose.”

Galadriel looked from her father to the grouping of young people who stood at her feet. “Choose?”

“Yes.” His warm voice cascaded over her. “Choose. You must choose at least one or as many as four.”

“What am I choosing them for?”

“Your welcoming, of course!” Earwen smiled at her daughter, putting her arm around her shoulders. “You are required to give your virginity to one in the community to prove the strength of your bond with the village. You must not become pregnant, however. That is to be saved for your husband.”

“I see.”

“So this night, you can sample whatever you wish before you find your mate and take the vows.”

“And women are allowed?”

“Yes. Anything is allowed tonight. Make your choice, dearest.”

Galadriel sat up in her chair, her eyes still drawn to the assembly below. “Then here is my choice.” Her dark eyes connected with those of Earwen. “I choose you and Father, for I shall require all of the experience at hand to rule wisely.” She glanced at her mother, smiling as she noted the mixture of confusion and elation on Earwen’s face.

Earwen smiled, her fingertips drifting down and grazing her daughter’s nipple. “Then shall we repair to the bedroom?”

She took her mother’s arm, watching as the Royal Guard selected the young woman and man from the ranks of attendants and sent the remainder home. Her mother escorted her into the prepared bedroom chamber and watched as Earwen departed. Galadriel knew that when her mother returned, Finarfin would be with her and she was worried what her father would think about her ceremonial choice. Would he be disgusted or would he welcome the chance to form an unbreakable bond with his daughter?

A couple of male attendants brought a large tub in and bucket after bucket of hot water filled it, with the last few cold to temper the heat. Galadriel knew that this was for her and that after each assignation, she would be expected to cleanse herself. She took the opportunity to do that now, sinking into the perfumed water and sighing at the relief that flowed through her. The bath could soothe her body but not her nerves. She could not face losing her father’s love and respect and to her dismay, tears began to fall, her body shuddering with sobs.

The doors behind her opened but she could not bring herself to look. She did not want to see her father’s angry face. She just couldn’t bear it. Finarfin’s warm hands touched her shoulders and his voice swept over her. “Dry your tears, daughter. It is time to become a queen.”

“You are not angry with me?”

“Not in the least.” Finarfin held up her drying towel, smiling as she came into his arms. “Any father would be honored.”

“But I’m not worried about any father. I’m worried about you.”

“Then worry no longer.” He leaned forward and caught one of her rosy nipples in his mouth, suckling gently. Galadriel gasped and whimpered in pleasure as his whiskers rasped against her skin. “Come. Your mother awaits.”

Finarfin easily lifted his daughter, carrying her to the bed where Earwen already lounged. Galadriel accepted her mother’s kiss, then pulled her mouth down for a longer and deeper kiss while her father set about covering every inch of her body with kisses. “I love you.” She whispered, her breath catching when her mother’s teeth nibbled on her bottom lip. “I love you both.”

“And we love you.” Earwen responded, briefly smiling at her daughter before dipping her head back down and plunging her tongue into her warm mouth. Galadriel moaned, a shiver running through her body. “Let me get you ready for your father.”

Earwen gave her one last kiss before moving down Galadriel’s lithe body, pushing her knees apart. Her blonde-haired pussy opened like the most beautiful of flowers and she pressed a kiss to the mound. A tremble ran through her body, bringing a smile to Earwen’s face and she ran a finger along the dark pink slit, scooping up the liquid that seeped out and bringing it to her lips. Her daughter tasted like sweet honey and she bent to lap up more.

Galadriel shuddered at the touch of her mother’s tongue. She’d never felt anything like this before and it was so wonderful that she could barely breathe. Finarfin took her mouth, his hands roaming over her body. She had known the touch of his hands as a child and had always loved how he had made her feel. Now as a woman, those same hands elicited feelings that made her shiver and the look in his eyes … her heart pounded at the thought of what that look meant.

“Oh!” A sweet twinge rippled through her pussy and she gasped at the sensation. Earwen’s mouth moved over her lips, sucking them in and licking deep inside. Each time her tongue plunged inside, Galadriel’s body jerked in response, her juices flowing more and more each time until she was cumming. Her pussy twitched around her mother’s agile tongue and tingles covered her skin long after she’d pulled away.

“My turn, my sweet.” Her father’s husky pronouncement sent a new group of tingles racing through her body and the sight of his manhood left her speechless.

“May I touch it?”

“Yes.”

Galadriel sat up and reached out, touching his hot, steely flesh. “It’s so … ” A thick bead of clear cum formed on the end and she couldn’t help herself. She licked it. Finarfin moaned lightly, his eyes drifting closed for a moment. Seeing his reaction, Galadriel licked the fat head again, taking it into her mouth and letting her tongue swirl over the heated skin. His cock was so long and thick that she shuddered, thinking that this beautiful piece of meat would be sliding into her.

“Better stop, honey. I won’t be able to last if you keep going.”

Galadriel laid back down, her eyes locked to her father’s as he moved over her and settled between her legs. “Father, I … I have not taken a man before.”

Finarfin’s smile was comforting. “I will be gentle, dearest one.” Galadriel nodded and closed her eyes, waiting, her body tense. “Relax, Galadriel. You will enjoy it.”

The first stab was filled with pain. She gulped her sob back and held tightly to his arms, tears squeezing from her closed eyelids. Her father whispered soft words to her, his fingers smoothing the tears away and they remained still for a few moments. When he moved, she grasped him so tightly that he looked down at her in alarm, smiling when he saw the look on her face.

“Oh, Father!”

Finarfin began to move inside his daughter’s tight sheath, slowly sliding in and out of her wetness. Galadriel forgot to breathe. The sensations were so pure, so filled with pleasure that every inch of her vibrated with passion. She pulled her father’s head down, sucking his tongue into her mouth as she flexed her hips to take more of his cock. Their moans mingled together as he seated himself fully into her, stretching her and filling her.

“Oh, you feel so good, Father!”

“As do you, my dear.”

Galadriel was caught up in the rising passion and hitched her legs up over his hips, allowing him to drive his prick harder into her gushing pussy. Her muscles rippled around him, her juices lubricating his passage and sending her over the edge. Her shout of ecstasy melded with her father’s grunt of release and she welcomed his seed into her body, trembling with aftershocks. It was several minutes before either moved and Earwen presented her husband with a wash cloth to clean himself then helped her into the tepid bath.

“You did a fine job, Galadriel. You will make a perfect queen.”

Still shivering from her orgasm, Galadriel smiled, tears of joy dripping down her cheeks, overjoyed that she still had their love and respect. She was now the queen.

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These events took place whilst I was staying with a friend who lives in a small village just outside Skegness in Lincolnshire, I’d visited him before but this was the first time I’d gone alone and as I was alone I was staying with his family in their spare downstairs bedroom.

On the first night we went out in Skegness and got drunk. We pulled a couple of local slappers but aside from a little kissing and as much touching as I could get away with nothing interesting happened.

The next night Stuart, his girlfriend and I went for a quiet drink in a few of the pubs in his village. These are proper village pubs who have no interest or respect for the licensing laws which say they should be closed by 11.00 PM, consequently we arrived back at his place by half past midnight we were still surprisingly sober and planned to watch a bit of TV before bed.

We went into his living room to find his little sister watching tv by herself. Stuart and his girlfriend, Anna, sat on one sofa leaning against one another and holding hands. I sat on the other sofa with Stuart’s sister Sarah. The four of us watched the tv chatting about what had happened since we’d last seen each other. I glanced across at Stu and Anna, she had been getting sleepy and was now lying with her head in his lap and one arm wrapped lazily around his lower leg. I looked towards Sarah, she was looking at me. Without saying a word she rested her head against my arm. I moved my arm around her shoulder letting her slide down my body until she was lying in my lap. My hand rested naturally on the soft flesh of her belly. As Stuart and I talked for a while longer I was gently stroking his sisters skin, she didn’t object and I could tell from his look that Stuart was cool with the idea of me being with his little sis.

Stuart finally decided he was tired and he took Anna upstairs to bed. He thoughtfully closed the door so that his parents wouldn’t hear anything. Sarah seemed to wake up just after the others left. She turned on to her back and looked up at me.

“You were staring at me earlier,” she said. It was true I had been looking, she was good looking and had a fantastic body. I had fancied her from the time I first saw her about three years ago when we’d been at school together.

“I was just looking, have you got problem with that?” I asked.

“No,” she said smiling. We looked into each others eyes, it seemed like hours but was really no more than four or five seconds. I don’t know who moved first but the next thing I knew she had propped herself up and I had leaned down and we were kissing each other. It started with just soft short kisses on the lips then it developed into more passionate and lingering kisses and finally both our mouths were open and we were locked in a long deep French kiss. My hand was still on her belly. I could feel her stomach muscles tense while she was holding herself up, I raised my knees to support some of her weight and felt her relax slightly.

Sarah was wearing the clothes she’d been in earlier that day. A loose fitting white tee-shirt and a short black skirt. I stroked her short brown hair while the fingers of my other hand moved cautiously under the first couple of inches of her tee-shirt. I didn’t know what to expect when I did that, I half thought she’d push me away and run screaming to her mum and dad. The other half expected her to do nothing, either through being to surprised to act or through wanting me to touch her. I thought she was going to push me away when I felt the soft warmth of her small hands on mine, instead she pushed my hand further up her top, revealing her young breasts in their soft white bra.

Holding her around the shoulders and waist I gently lifted Sarah into a sitting position. We kissed again and I wrapped my arms around her small body to undo her bra. I tugged her bra and tee-shirt from her arms in one go, leaving her beautiful creamy white breasts exposed.

I couldn’t resist getting up close with those pert little titties, so I lowered my face to her chest and began to kiss her very gently on the top of her breast. With soft slow kisses over her breast I teased Sarah’s nipple to attention. Opening my mouth wide I took as much of her small breast in as I could manage, then slowly I pulled my head back with my lips firmly pressed against Sarah’s skin until just her nipple was in my mouth. I sucked gently on it for a moment then I gave her a playful bite, being careful that I didn’t hurt her. When I lifted my head again to look at her Sarah wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me to her, we kissed again.

As our tongues explored each other’s mouths Sarah’s hot hands pulled my shirt from the waistband of my trousers, she fumbled with the first button but soon managed to undo my entire shirt. She stroked my bare chest and pulled me to her. The cool flesh of her firm breasts felt good against my chest and belly. Sarah had her hands inside my shirt and was stroking my back. For the first time I noticed that she was wriggling underneath me, pushing her pelvis into mine, trying to rub herself against me.

“I know what you want,” I whispered in Sarah’s ear.

“Oh yeah,” she replied. “What’s that then?”

“This,” I told her pushing one of her hands down the front of my trousers and into my boxer shorts her hand immediately found my hard cock. She felt it for a few moments, holding it in her hand and then trying to stroke my balls but my jeans were to tight for her to get her hand properly down. Sarah pulled her hand out and pushed me away with both hands. I let her stand up. For a moment I thought that I’d upset her but she was quickly kneeling down on the floor in front of me. She grabbed at my jeans and struggled with the buttons down the front until she had pulled them open. Sarah’s forwardness surprised me, she’d always seemed like a shy quiet girl until now.

“I always had you down as a shy girl,” I said. “When’d you last get any action?”

“Never,” she replied.

“You’re a virgin?”

“Yes, but you’re going to change that for me. Aren’t you?” Her sweet childish voice sounded so sexy I just couldn’t wait to get into her knickers.

“Try and stop me,” I said as Sarah went back to work on my trousers, she pulled the opening apart and gazed down with a look of excitement at my cock.

“Christ,” she murmured.

“What?” I asked.

“That won’t fit inside me.”

“Of course it will,” I reassured her. “If you relax and don’t fight it, it’ll fit.” Now I don’t claim to have an especially big dick but I have to write this as it happened and you must remember that Sarah was a sweet untouched virgin and this was the first cock she’d seen for real (that said it is an enormous cock, honest).

A little more slowly now Sarah began to play with it. At first she just stroked it much as one might stroke a pet, she quickly got the hang of what to do and before very long she was kissing it. Sarah kissed and licked her way down the length of my shaft until she reached my balls, she hesitated until I urged her to kiss them and to suck them into her mouth. She did as I told her and did it well. She knew what to do with my cock, she worked her way back up its shaft kissing and sucking all the way. When she got to the top Sarah kissed the tip of my cock lightly. She must have read that somewhere because it felt great; it had taken my last girlfriend bloody ages to work out what to do with a cock and her mouth Sarah seemed to have it sussed already. My cock sprung back as her lips touched it. She licked it the next time, holding my cock still. She sat back on her heels and looked up at me. Sarah was still holding my dick in her hands, she pulled it towards her and keeping her eyes on my face lowered her head and allowed my cock to slip inside her warm virgin mouth. Sarah performed a masterful blow job using her whole body to stimulate me, she lifted herself up and down causing her breasts to rub against my balls. I made her wrap her thumb and forefinger around the base of my shaft and started her off gently wanking it using slow but firm strokes. As I think I’ve said Sarah was a natural and she had stamina, she managed to keep going for ages without a break. I held her free hand and put one hand on the back of her head. She had built up speed with her mouth but managed to keep the rhythm of her hands steady. I felt that she was going to stop soon, I whispered for her to carry on just a little longer. She obeyed and I came in her mouth. Without any complaining Sarah swallowed every single drop that I pumped into her and then she sucked the cum from the end of my cock causing one final spurt to shoot out into her face. Again without complaining she wiped it off and sucked it from her finger.

“You are good, I don’t believe you’ve not done that before.” I said pulling Sarah onto my lap. She straddled my lap on her knees and looked down at me to reply.

“That was my first time, babe.” She replied. “I’ll be better next time.”

“Don’t be silly, that was awesome.” I was sliding one hand under her skirt as I spoke. I gently stroked her inside leg, working my way gradually up towards her slit. I could feel the heat from her wet hole without touching it. I did my best to avoid touching it, preferring to stroke the tiny area of flesh between her leg and pussy. I kept working my way up as we kissed, my fingers squeezed the lips of her cunt together over her clitoris.

“Please,” Sarah whispered. “Don’t tease me, I want you now, babe.”

“Not yet,” I replied kissing her again. My hand continued its slow journey up. Using my knuckles I rubbed Sarah’s inner thigh, her skin was so soft and smooth that I wanted to bend down and kiss it. I could sense that Sarah wanted it to.

“If you’re a virgin, does that mean that nobody has ever gone down on you?” I asked.

“No, never.” She sighed.

“We’ll have to do something about that then, won’t we.”

I stood up, lifting Sarah with me. I carried her to an armchair and sat her down in it while I knelt before her. We kissed again, my hands were all over her firm young breasts. Sarah lent back in the chair with her arms on the chair arms and waited for me to move. Her skirt was fastened by a single silky cord tied in a bow by her hip, I gave it a smart tug and the bow unravelled itself, I pulled it loose and opened her skirt. I knew Sarah wasn’t wearing any knickers, but when I lifted her skirt and saw the shaved wet pussy I knew that I had to fuck it else I’d die.

My first instinct was to bury my face between her legs and start licking up her glistening juices but I managed to control myself. I put Sarah’s legs over the arms of the chair, leaving her cunt was totally exposed to me. Sarah was now so wet that her juices were starting to run down her bum and drip onto her skirt. I looked up at her, she was staring at me with big pleading eyes her chest moving quickly as she took shallow fast breathes.

I lent forward and kissed the soft smooth flesh of Sarah’s inner thigh, I knew it wasn’t what she wanted me to do but I wanted to tease her until she couldn’t stand to wait any longer. I began to slowly work my way back down between Sarah’s legs, kissing and sucking all the way. Again I was careful not to touch her pussy or clit directly, although I did squeeze the lips of her pussy together over her clit again, only this time I used my mouth to do the squeezing. Once I reached a point half way down the length of her slit I pushed two fingers into Sarah’s wet hole. At first I only pushed them part way in and then withdrew them completely. Sarah went mad, her hands were grasping at her own pussy and she was begging me to eat her pussy. I caught both of her wrists in one hand and held her tight. With the other hand I pushed my two fingers back into her body, this time a little further before again completely withdrawing them. The whole time I kept my eyes fixed on Sarah’s face, when she felt my fingers leave her again tears formed in her eyes and began rolling down her cheeks, her eyes were closed but she was whispering for me to stop teasing her. I released her wrists and lowered my mouth to her tight hole. Holding her thin legs in place and keeping one eye on Sarah’s face as I extended my tongue and gently licked the juices from just inside her pussy. She took a deep breath and held it for a moment before releasing it in a staccato of short quick breaths.

Very lightly at first I began to lick her clit, I gradually applied more and more pressure using the tip of my tongue at first to caress her delicate organ and a little later the flat top of my tongue to lap up her juices and smother her sensitive clit. At the same time I pushed two fingers back into her pussy and began to work them deeper into her body using small circular movements. Sarah loved it and the movements of my fingers quickly stretched her virgin cunt until I was able to push a third finger comfortably into her. I fucked her with my three fingers and ate her pussy; after a few minutes I felt the walls of Sarah’s slit squeeze my fingers briefly and then relax again. She was about to cum, the look on her face confirmed that for me. Sarah’s face and upper body had turned red it started as a light pink around her breasts and became progressively darker up her neck until her face was a deep red. Her features were contorted, her eyes screwed tight shut, her hair stuck to her cheeks by her sweat and her mouth open wide in a silent scream of ecstasy. My attention was returned to what I was doing by pain in my hand. It was the pain of having my fingers crushed by Sarah’s powerful pussy.

I stopped moving my fingers inside her, not as much from choice as from having little alternative as her cunt gripped them tight. Sarah’s hands were against my face trying to push me away but there was no real power behind them, I could hear her whispering for me to stop. That was the last thing I wanted to do. Instead of easing up I began licking her clit as fast as I could, my three fingers were free again and were now joined by a fourth finger which pounded into her young body as hard as they could. Sarah’s whole body tensed, she was panting hard now and she started to rock a little as a second orgasm swept through her body in a tidal wave of pleasure. Once I felt the second orgasm subside I stopped, partly because she was now begging me to stop and more importantly because she had started to make more noise than was advisable with her parents just a few feet above us.

Holding Sarah’s soft young hands I guided her into position above my lap with me lying on my back on the floor. She lowered herself until I could feel her hot cunt rubbing on the underside of my cock.

“Are you ready for that?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she replied. We kissed again and I laid back.

Sarah bent down to kiss me giving me the chance to lift my cock ready for her to sit on. I was just able to touch her wet cunt with the tip of my cock as we kissed, when Sarah felt it touch her she moaned softly. She raised herself to be directly above my cock and then lowered herself onto the entire length of my shaft in one go.

“Oh, that feels good.” She said as she became used to the sensation of being filled up. Gently at first she bounced up and down, she became more lively as she became more confident. Sarah rocked her hips back and forth with my cock buried deep inside her.

I slipped my thumb onto Sarah’s clit as she rocked, the combination of being fucked by my shaft and rubbed by my thumb quickly made Sarah cum. She gasped for air and started to make some moaning noises, she started to get too loud so I pulled her face to mine and kissed her pumping my cock into her as we kissed. ‘

“That was so good,” she said as her orgasm subsided.

“I’m not finished with ya yet, gorgeous.” I told her as I rammed my hard dick deep into her.

I told Sarah to swing her leg over and turn around without taking my cock from her pussy. She did it. Once she had her back to me I sat up and wrapped my arms around her waist.

“We’re going to stand up and I want you to bend over the back of that chair without taking that out, can you do that?” She agreed to try and with a little difficulty we stood. Sarah knelt on the armchair and leaned forwards over the back of it. I held onto her slim waist and slowly began to fuck her again. She loved it, I reached out to play with her breasts while her hand played with her clit.

Doing my best not to hurt her I smeared my thumb with her juices and pressed it against her arsehole, it slipped in fairly easily. I asked if she was okay with it and she nodded. I used my thumb at first but then I swapped to my forefinger and after fucking her with that I pushed my index finger in as well. Being as gentle as possible and using as much of her own juice as I could I continued to open her bum until it was wide enough for a third finger. She was stroking my dick as it went into her, she even slipped a finger into herself as I fucked her. While her fingers played with my shaft Sarah used her palm to press against her clit, it took longer than before but the young girl was soon cumming again, and again she was being to loud so I had to put a couple of fingers into her mouth to silence her.

As she was cumming I withdrew from her pussy and quickly slid my cock deep into her tight arsehole. She squealed with surprised, but didn’t try to stop me using her like this.

Withdrawing, I told her to kneel on all fours on the floor. I dipped my cock into her cunt again to get as much lubricant on it as possible, Sarah sighed. Telling her to relax I placed the tip of my cock against her arse and pushed fairly hard into her sweet young body.

“Are you okay, babe?” I asked.

“It’s good, but be gentle,” she replied. I screwed her like that for a few minutes, but it wasn’t easy. Sarah is a lot smaller than I am and so I was having to force myself into an uncomfortable position to use her.

“Here, sit upright,” I told her when I finally became fed up of the discomfort. “Right, now I’m going to sit down and I want you to sit on my lap like we did before, okay?”

Sarah agreed. I held her tight and we kissed as she slowly lowered herself onto my cock. It hurt her a little as the thickest part of my cock slid into her bum but Sarah refused to stop.

“Put it all in me, babe.” Sarah said as she slid down my shaft. “I want you to fuck my arse like you did my pussy.”

It took a while but eventually Sarah’s bum was full with the whole length of my cock.

“I can’t move,” she said. The young girl sounded exhausted. I made her lie back on me and then we rolled over together so that Sarah was face down on the carpet and I was on top of her.

“Do you still want it?” I asked.

“Yes, please do it.”

I kissed her cheek and slowly pulled my cock halfway out before pushing it slowly back into her. Sarah’s bum was really tight so I could only move slowly, but as it went on she became looser and I was able to move faster. I held both Sarah’s hands on the floor as I started to work up to a more normal speed. She groaned and panted, gasping for air. I was soon pumping her bum hard and rubbing her pussy with my fingers. Sarah came again, she started just before I began to shoot my load into her. I emptied every drop into her tight little arse and lay on top of her while we both recovered. I pulled my cock from Sarah and she rolled over. Her whole front, her breasts, belly and groin were covered in bright red carpet burns.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “You should have said something if it hurt.”

“It’s okay you didn’t hurt me.”

We kissed and cuddled for a while, it was nearly four in the morning. Sarah and I wanted to stay together all night but with her parents in the house it wasn’t a good idea. She crept upstairs to her bedroom and I went to the guest room, which was on the ground floor.

We saw each other the next morning, she brought me some breakfast in bed. Sarah was in a tight fitting white summer dress, she looked so sexy. We kissed and cuddled for a short while, then sat and ate together.

A petite blonde takes on two horny guys at the same time

hardfuck — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 16:54:09 +0000

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Once upon a time , a young woman stood, talking to herself.

“Crap!” Goldie looked around at the deserted streets. “Today’s Sunday. Sunday schedule.” She reached into her purse pulled out a wrinkled pamphlet—of course, she had missed the last bus. She dug into her purse again, until she found her cell phone. A cab would get her out of there. Goldie flipped the phone open, and nothing happened: no light, no sound, no Hello Gorgeous to greet her on the screen. “Seriously,” she asked to the night around her, “what is this? Universe against Goldie Day?”

Well, that would teach her to explore random little towns on Sundays. Now she was stranded for the night, in a place where she knew no one. Not that anyone was waiting for her at home either. Just her books and her small studio apartment. It wasn’t always easy to discern freedom from happiness.

Goldie looked around. Despite the lighted windows, all the shops were closed. On cue, the sky released a downpour upon the girl, drenching her in an instant. “That’s just perfect.” She rolled her eyes and ran for the cover of one of the shops’ awnings.

As she waited for the rain to subside, Goldie noticed a glowing sign across the street. Curved neon letters spelled out the name of the establishment: Three Bears Pub. Unlike those of the other shops, the lights were off in the tavern. The intermittent glow of the sign bounced off the darkness to reveal what seemed like an apartment above. Goldie squinted until she was able to discern furniture in the window. It was an apartment. Finally, things are looking up , she thought, if the owners live upstairs, I’ll be able to use their phone.

When the rain diminished, Goldie walked up the pub’s door. There was a note on it. “Off on our annual vacation. See you soon. Love, BBB.”

Goldie stomped her foot. “Give me a break,” she said. Don’t tell me they aren’t here.” She walked around the building until she found stairs on the side of the building. Hoping that perhaps the owners had simply forgotten to take down the sign, she took the stairs two at a time. It wouldn’t cost her anything to check.

At the top of the stairs, Goldie knocked on the door. “Hello?” she called, “anyone home?”

There was no answer. She leaned against wood to listen for movement inside—and fell right in.

The apartment was dark, and seemingly empty, yet Goldie called out one more time. “Anybody home? I need to use your phone.” She thought of turning around and leaving, but the rain had resumed, and she was still soaked from the first wave. Besides, by staying awhile and guarding the place, she would be doing the residents a favor. After all, it was not very safe to leave the door unlocked. Who would it harm if she stayed and warmed up?

***

Goldie did not find a phone in the apartment, so she decided to make herself comfortable while waiting for the rain to subside. First, she needed to get warm. She headed to the bathroom, looking for a towel to dry her hair. As much as she loved the thick, wooly ropes that teased the small of her back, water seemed to take ages to evaporate from the gold and brown mass.

She had intended to simply grab a towel and move on, but when she saw the custom bathtub in the center of the room, she couldn’t keep her eyes from it. It was of flawless enamel, supported by curved, gilded legs. Had it not been large enough to fit several adults, it would have passed for an antique. Suddenly, a hot bath seemed like the most heavenly of prospects. Goldie stepped forward and turned on the hot water. She untied the shoulder knots that held up her dress, and watched the wet fabric pool at her feet.

Next to the tub, stood three bottles of bath oil on a small table.

Goldie picked up the first, uncapped it, and grimaced as she took a whiff. “Too spicy,” she said.

So, she put it down and repeated her actions with the second. “Too sweet.”

Finally, she tried the third bottle and smiled as she smelled mild cocoa. “Just right,” she said as she poured the contents into the rising water.

While she waited for her bath to be ready, Goldie grabbed a towel from a shelf and wrapped up her hair. When the water reached an acceptable level, she turned it off and stepped into the tub. It was just what she needed. The warmth seeped into her body, melting away the chill from the rain. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the moment.

***

Clad only in bronze skin and the towel holding her hair, Goldie looked into the fridge. Aside from condiments and three bottles of wine, it was empty. Well, it would be wine for dinner then. She took the three bottles and lined them up on the counter. She looked through the drawers and cupboards until she found a bottle opener and a glass.

She opened the Chardonnay first and took a sip. “Too bitter.” She put the bottle down.

So, she opened the White Zinfandel next and tasted it. “Too sweet.” She put it down as well.

Finally, she opened a Cabernet Sauvignon and took a sip. “Just right,” she said, and she poured herself a full glass.

Goldie took the glass and the bottle to the living room. Now all she needed was a book. Beside a nice steak, a book was the best complement to a good wine. Hopefully, she would find something to her taste. When she saw the bookcase, Goldie fell in love. Before her were rows upon rows of books, encompassing an entire wall. Old tomes, magazines, paperbacks, this was a booklover’s dream. This night was turning out much better than she had expected.

***

By the time Goldie had browsed through two thirds of the book collection, the wine was gone, and Goldie felt a bit dizzy. She took the bottle and glass back to the kitchen, and when she opened the dishwasher, she smiled. In the top rack, there was a basket with three silicone butt plugs, washed and ready for use. She grabbed the basket and went to the bedroom.

She had almost expected to find three beds there, but there was only one, unusually large one. Goldie shrugged and made herself comfortable. She placed the basket on the nightstand, next to the pump bottle of lube there. Eyes closed, she slowed down her breathing.

Goldie stuck to her habitual method. She began with her heavy breasts, kneading the soft skin and teasing her nipples into sharp points. Eventually, she let her hands roam down her belly, to her inner thighs she massaged the skin there, spreading heat and relaxation through her entire body. She was still avoiding the neediest part of her anatomy, but as always she liked to tease herself.

Giving in, she cupped one hand over her sex. She moved her hand in wide, slow circles, tilting her hips to increase friction. As she felt her arousal drip from her, Goldie moaned and took her hand away. She pumped lube into her hand and coated the first toy with it. She took a deep breath.

She pushed the plug into her smaller opening. She frowned. “Too small,” she said. She pulled it out and tossed it aside.

So, she grabbed the second plug and coated it in lube. She tried to push it into herself. “Ouch, too big,” she said, and she tossed it aside.

Finally, she took the third plug, lubed it up, and pushed it inside. “Mmm, just right,” she said, enjoying the comfortable fullness.

She let the plug rest inside of her while her hands resumed the circular tease they had abandoned. She could feel her pleasure mounting—the tightness in her stomach, the tingle between her legs—and she increase the pressure of her hands. She let her finger slip between the folds of her flesh, and felt reality slip entirely from mind into body as she reached her climax.

***

Benji took out his key and inserted it in the door. He stopped, and then turned to look at the two men standing behind him. “Which one of you forgot to lock the door?”

Brian and Brett looked at each other, but didn’t answer.

The first man pushed the door and walked in, followed by the other two. “Anyone up for a drink?”

All three seemed to be in agreement that a drink would do them some good. They stepped into the kitchen.

“Someone’s been drinking my wine!” said Benji.

“Someone’s been drinking my wine too!” said Brian.

“Someone drank all of mine,” said Brett.

Obviously, someone had been in their apartment, and for all they knew, that person could still be there. The three men looked in the pantry and in the hall closets, but found no one. They entered the bathroom and found a bright piece of fabric on the tiled floor.

“Someone’s been using my bath oil,” said Benji.

“Someone’s been using my bath oil too,” said Brian.

“Someone used all of mine,” said Brett.

They saw the light in the bedroom, so they cautiously walked in that direction. Hopefully their intruder was not armed. As they neared the door, they almost tripped over two slippery objects.

“Someone’s been trying out my toy,” said Benji.

“Someone’s been trying out my toy too,” said Brian.

“Someone’s been playing with my toy, and she’s still here,” Brett bellowed.

Startled by the noise, Goldie opened her eyes and stared at the three men before her. “Help!” she screamed, and she ran away.

Or at least she tried to.

Brian, still standing by the door, had caught her and sat her back down on the bed. “So, do you break into people’s homes often?”

Goldie said nothing.

“Do do you have a name or do we just call you Naked Thief?” Brian asked.

“I’m not a thief. Name’s Louise, but people call me Goldie. You know, cause of the hair.”

“Well, Goldie, I’m Brian.” He pointed to the man standing on his right. “This is Benji, and that’s—”

The third had been standing on the left, observing the situation. “I’m Brett,” he said before his friend could finish. His blue eyes traveled Goldie’s body, assessing her from head to toe.

“So, now what?”

“Now, we call the cops, Ms. Goldie,” said Brett, his muscular arms crossed in front of him, “unless you have a better idea.”

Goldie looked at the three. They certainly were attractive—Benji, tall, lean, blue-black skin, Brian, shorter, bearded, and imposing, and Brett, with his blond hair and carefully sculpted arms—and they did share her taste for toys.

She stood and hoped all three would enjoy the sight as much as Brett seemed to. “How about I make it up to you,” she said.

To her relief, all three men smiled. Brett pulled her close for a kiss, while Benji and Brian undressed each other. Goldie let herself go soft, confident that the strong arms holding her would not let her fall. As independent as she was, she never could resist men with masculine physiques. Today, she was triply spoiled.

A pair of hands caressed Goldie’s calves, her thighs and her fleshy bottom, while someone nibbled at her neck. She moaned into Brett’s mouth and wondered how long it would be before her mounting lust was sated. As if they had felt her need, the two men stepped away from Goldie, and Brett gently let her go. Goldie fell back on the bed, almost dizzy, and sighed. She had not yet had enough of his kiss. The desire was obvious in her eyes as she looked up at Brett.

Yet, Goldie’s attention shifted when lips wrapped her nipple in warmth. She looked down to see Benji’s bald skull; the man seemed much too focused on his task to notice her looking. He moved from one breast to the other, sucking on each nipple while he teased the other with his hand.

Goldie looked up again, curious to see Brett’s reaction to the scene. She did not see him where he had been standing. Instead, she saw Brian kneeling before her, his bearded face smiling as he looked between her legs. He hooked his strong hands behind Goldie’s knees. The hair on his forearms tickled her calves, until he swiped his tongue against her warming flesh.

Goldie closed her eyes, allowing her other senses to lead. She was lost, floating between the increasing stimulation of her nipples and the texture of Brian’s beard against her wetness.

“Mmm, that smells good,” said Brett’s voice.

Goldie opened her eyes to see him sitting next to her naked, stroking himself. He was as aroused as her own scent showed her to be. “And that,” she said, looking at his cock, “looks tasty.”

Brett smiled and moved closer, so that Goldie could wrap her lips around him. Goldie moaned around his flesh, perhaps because of the taste of him, or perhaps because of the relentless pleasure the other two men provided her.

Tough he visibly enjoyed Goldie’s teasing tongue, Brett pulled away, leaving her mouth with a wet pop. Goldie groaned, as Benji and Brian had also stepped back, abandoning their posts. The three men stood aligned, their cocks standing in salute to her body. She took in their shades, their shapes, their straining tips—each one different, yet enticing.

She pointed at Benji’s cock. “This one’s just right,” she said.

Then, she pointed at Brian’s. “This one’s just right too.”

Finally, she pointed at Brett’s. “And this one’s just right as well. Lucky me. Shall we do something with them?”

The men needed no further invitation. They picked her up, and amidst kisses, nibbles, and caresses, Goldie found herself surrounded by manly flesh. She felt a hairy chest pressed against her back, and large hands kneading her breasts. Above her face, dark flesh bobbed up and down, and every time it came close enough, Goldie licked its tip. She reached up, stroking it slowly. When Benji placed a condom between his lips and unrolled it along the length of Brett’s cock. When the very tip of his nose disappear in curly golden hair, Goldie shivered, and stroked just a bit faster.

Once more, the men shifted. Now, Goldie knelt above Brian’s waist, flanked by Benji and Brett.

Brian looked at her, his want apparent, and Goldie let herself sink down, finally feeling him inside of her. Her hips danced in rhythm with his thrusts. She leaned forward, to let him suck on her breasts, and she tightened around him when she felt tongues licking at her other opening. The skin there had always been so sensitive.

The tongues were soon replaced by fingers, gently massaging her. She heard the unwrapping of another condom, and then Brett’s voice.

“Let’s see if you like this as much as you liked my plug,” he said. He entered her.

Goldie gasped and took a moment to catch her breath. Once she could breathe again, she arched her back and closed her eyes. The fullness, the friction, it was almost more than she could bear. The two men maintained a careful pace, and Goldie could feel her pleasure mounting.

She felt lips against her own. She knew they were Benji’s. Without opening her eyes, Goldie felt her way to his cock, and resumed her earlier stroking. This time, she matched her speed to that of the two men filling her.

When she felt Benji begin to twitch, Goldie opened her eyes; she wanted to see him come. She held him until he peaked, and couldn’t help but smile when she noticed Brian lick the few drops that landed on his lips. There was more caught in his beard, and the sight sent Goldie over the edge. She whimpered, seemed to hold her breath for a moment, and then cried out before collapsing between Brett and Brian. Thankfully, they soon followed her climax, for she could not have taken much more.

***

The four lay in a tangle of limbs, a mix of shades and textures, blissfully exhausted.

“You know, guys,” Brian said to his roommates, “I think it would be nice to have a woman with us around here.”

“Well, our bed’s big enough for four,” said Benji.

“And we do seem to like the same toys,” said Brett. “So what do you think, Goldie? Can we talk you into staying with us? You can help out downstairs.”

“Well, I did use to bartend. And I haven’t finished looking through your books.”

“So then: a job, a bed, and three hot men. How does that sound?”

“I think that sounds fairytale perfect,” Goldie answered.

And they lived happily ever after.