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Thursday, July 29, 2010

Lake House Surprise (Part 3)

Karen was kneeling at my side on the bed, and it seemed like she was moving in slow motion as she leaned down to my cock. She grasped the base, looked me in the eye, then looked down at my cock to guide it into her mouth. When she finally wrapped her lips around my head, it was all I could do to keep from coming then and there. Thankfully I managed to control myself.

She gave a soft moan and slowly took me in her mouth until I hit the back of her throat. She came back up to the head and swirled her tongue around. It was toe-curling ecstasy, and I was torn between giving in to the pleasure and fighting it...to make it last as long as possible.

She licked up and down my shaft, stopping to lick around the head as she looked up to meet my eye. She looked pleased at the obvious ecstasy on my face and dove down again, taking as much as she could into her mouth and sucking.

I realized that her magnificent tits were within my reach and I reached out to cup the nearest one. She flinched when she felt my hand cupping her, but she didn't stop sucking. It felt fantastic in my hand...soft and heavy...but as much as I wanted to give them my full attention, there was no chance I was stopping what she was doing. I kneaded the breast, then my fingers found her nipple, and I played with it roughly.

I felt her sharp intake of breath around my cock as I tweaked and pinched her nipple, and it seemed to spur her to suck my cock more aggressively. She bobbed her head quickly up and down, moving her hand up and down on my lower shaft. There was no possible way I could hold off much longer, and I tried to stifle the groans of pleasure that were trying to escape my throat.

She had to know it was imminent. Besides for the sounds I was trying not to make, I could literally feel my cock (which started out as hard as steel) swelling even bigger. I could feel my climax rising from the base of my balls, and I wrapped one hand in her hair as I went over the top....

It took every ounce of control not to roar out loud. It was maybe the most intense orgasm I'd ever had...I felt like I was grasping a live wire...electricity shooting through me. My whole body was spasming, and I was aware that I was shooting spurt after spurt into her mouth. I could hear the gulping sounds she was making...swallowing my load as fast as possible, trying not to choke on the thick ropes of hot cum I was shooting into her mouth....

I slowly started to come down.... My body stopped spasming, and my balls felt gloriously empty. She kept my cock in her mouth, still sucking gently and softly moaning. I looked down and watched her sucking me...her eyes closed. She must have felt my gaze and looked up at me with smiling eyes. I watch as she released me from her lips, then slowly licked up and down the shaft and back up to the head...cleaning me up and giving me an erotic show.

She planted one last kiss on my cock-head, then she leaned up and kissed me. She slid her tongue into my mouth, and I opened eagerly to accept it. I could taste my cum in her mouth, and it was so wonderfully sensual I could hardly stand it.

Then she broke the kiss, rolled off me, and got off the bed. She reached for her bikini top and quickly put it back on. I watched her, still seemingly unable to move. She leaned down to give me one more soft kiss, then walked toward the door. She opened it, looked back, gave me a wink and a smile, and was gone. I sank back into the bed, dazed and totally drained.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Lake House Surprise (Part 2)

My heart leapt into my throat, and time seemed to stand still. I'm not sure how long we were locked in that pose - me frozen on the bed, her frozen in the doorway, but I guess it finally occurred to her that I stopped my stroking. She looked up and met my eyes. I think I was too shocked to even blush, let alone move. I was frozen in place...my cock achingly erect in my hand.

Time continued to stand still, and horrible scenarios flashed through my mind - thoughts that seem ridiculous in hindsight. That she was going to storm off and tell my girlfriend what I pervert I was, or scream bloody murder. We were frozen there for what seemed like hours, but was probably actually a second or two. The tension was unbearable. She broke it by walking into the room and quietly closing the door behind her.

I started to speak, but she put a finger to her lips, motioning me to be quiet. There was the faintest hint of a lustful smile on her face, and a wave of relief washed over me as I realized that my worst fears were not going to be realized. A rush of adrenaline followed quickly as I watched her walk toward me...reaching behind her as she walked. Could she possibly be unclasping her bikini top?

Yes, that's exactly what she was doing, and I could hardly stand the suspense, I wanted so badly to see her tits. The look of anticipation on my face must have been priceless, and she smiled at me, then looked back down at my cock. She motioned that I should continue stroking, and I started slowly stroking up and down the length of my shaft again. She must have enjoyed watching me, because she stopped to watch me.

She looked back up at me with her bikini top undone, the straps loose on her shoulders. She gave me a brief tease, holding the top to her chest as she took her arms out of the straps, then she dropped it to the floor. Her breasts were everything I had imagined...full and firm, milky white, with big puffy brown nipples. I was awestruck as she cupped them in her hands and massaged them.

I was still frozen in place, my mind seemingly incapable of any movement beyond watching her and stroking my cock. She closed the distance to the bed and stood there next to me, our eyes devouring each other. I still hadn't moved or spoken - it felt like doing either would break the spell.

She sat on the bed, and her hand reached for my cock. Her hand met mine, and I held it still while she took over stroking. Her hand was warm, and she seemed fascinated by the sensations - the soft spongy head contrasted with the hard smooth shaft. She made a surprised sound when she realized that my shaft was thick enough that she couldn't grasp it all the way around.

She noticed a drop of clear pre-cum at my head, and touched it with her finger and brought the drop to her mouth. She licked the drop off and gave me a very pleased smile. Then she slowly lowered her head toward my cock, looking me in the eye as she licked her lips and opened her mouth....

(Continued here.)

Monday, July 26, 2010

Lake House Surprise (Part 1)

A whole group of us were enjoying a summer weekend at a friend's lake house. I had been dating my then-girlfriend for over a year, and got along well with her friends. I especially got along well with her best friend Karen. Karen was something of a wild child, bubbly and outgoing, where we were more quiet and sedate. But the friendship worked, and we always looked forward to the tales of her crazy adventures.

Karen was a classic German blonde - tall, solid, busty, and quite attractive. I used to joke with her that she would look perfect in the opera - wearing armor and a helmet with horns, carrying a spear. She also had a sexual aura around her that was unmistakable. She struck me as a tigress, and I often fantasized about what it would be like to be with her.

It was a perfect summer weekend - hot sun, blue sky, cool water. Their house was right on the lake, and we took full advantage of the day - alternately sunning on the beach and splashing in the water. Karen was wearing a bikini that had my full attention, and I was happy to be wearing sunglasses, so I could ogle her without being too obvious (and without making my girlfriend angry.) I marveled at how her bikini top could hold her big breasts so nicely in place... and was unable to take my eyes off of her magnificent cleavage.

By the middle of the afternoon, everyone's energy was flagging. A few people were sunning on the beach, and some were lounging un chairs back under the trees. I told my girlfriend I was going in the house for a short nap. I quietly went inside and upstairs to the bedroom we were using. It was on the second floor at the end of the hall, and I thought it would be both quiet and private - quiet for my nap, and private so that I could give myself some relief. The tease of watching Karen's bikini-clad body all day had worked me up to a fever pitch, and my always-active imagination was full to overflowing. I desperately needed to let loose.

The house was quiet, and I could hear the soft murmur of people talking through the open window. I left the door open a crack, figuring I would hear anyone coming up the stairs and down the hall toward my room. I stepped out of my bathing suit and laid down naked on the bed. The sheets were soft and cool, and I laid there for a moment enjoying the sensations of the breeze on my body.

My cock was throbbing with need, and it felt so good to reach down and hold it in my hand. I started growing at the first stroke, and was fully erect in no time. I stroked myself slowly, teasingly.... Running my finger tips from the base of my cock up to the head...circling the head slowly...then running back down my shaft to the base. I cupped my balls and squeezed them gently. They felt heavy and full of cum.

I could have brought myself off quickly, but it felt so good that I wanted it to last.... So I slowed down, keeping myself close to the edge, but never letting myself get too close. Of course I was fantasizing about Karen...Karen taking off her bikini top and showing me her tits...Karen naked on the bed with me...Karen wrapping her tits around my cock...sucking my cock into her mouth....

I realized with a start that I had been completely lost in my fantasy. Recovering a small portion of my wits, I tried to convince myself that I would have heard anyone coming up the stairs. I glanced at the door, and there was Karen. She looked completely stunned, her eyes glued on my erection....

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Beach Memories

I just returned from a beach vacation with the family, and it reminded me of a family beach vacation when I was a teenager. I was a desperately horny kid, in a perpetual state of longing and frustration, with no sexual outlet beyond my own right hand - and way too shy to have any realistic hope of changing that sad state of affairs. As that was my only outlet, I used it at least once a day.

Depending on how you look at it, for a guy in my state, the beach was either the best or the worst place to be. The beach was full of young, nubile, bikini-clad beauties, and I was like the proverbial kid with his nose to the candy store window.

The first afternoon we were there, I just had to go up to our room to relieve the pressure. I made some excuse, borrowed a room key from my parents, and got some blessed alone time. I probably brought myself off in less than a minute, and it was the longest, strongest, most intense orgasm I had ever had in my life. Now I was extremely adept with the equipment by this time, but this was head and shoulders better than anything I had ever experienced. I hadn't done anything different, but the result was head-spinning.

Afterwards, ever curious, I wondered if it was a one-time thing, or the new norm. The next afternoon, I made another excuse to go up to the room in the afternoon, and hallelujah, another mind-blowing orgasm. I could hardly believe my good luck.

It was one of the most sexually-charged weeks of my life. I couldn't wait for my few minutes of alone time in the afternoon. Every time was as good or better than the time before!

The vacation ended, and much to my disappointment, my orgasms returned to their usual (though still wonderful) levels of intensity. I can't explain it, but can only imagine that it was the combination of being young and horny with the stimulus of so much shapely female flesh on display.

The next time we vacationed at the beach (probably a year or two later,) I eagerly anticipated the feeling of those over-the-top beach orgasms again, but the sensations of that one week were never duplicated. I can still close my eyes and recapture some of the feelings of youthful intensity and the innocent days of discovery....

Friday, July 16, 2010

In Praise of the Bush

I'm aware that this is a polarizing topic, and that I'm unlikely to convince anyone who doesn't already share my opinion, but ladies, you have my permission to put down the razor. The shaved pussy seems to be more and more the style these days, but there are plenty of us left who very much appreciate the charms of a good old-fashioned bush.

My preference for pubic hair is probably because that's what I associate with sex and women from my formative years. Penthouse Magazine in the late 70's and the porn of the early-to-mid 80's all featured women with full bushes. For me, that dark triangle between the legs is part of what makes a woman a woman, and I still get a rush of adrenaline on seeing that triangle, either directly or through sheer panties.

Some trimming is fine, but the fully shaved pussy just strikes me as missing something. I like the idea of keeping the treasure a little bit hidden, in the same way that sheer lingerie can be sexier than full nudity. And the bare pussy has connotations of the prepubescent, which is not sexual or arousing to me. The full bush hints at womanhood, sensuality, and sexuality.

I've had this argument with buddies, and one will inevitably say "doesn't it bother you when you're eating pussy?" My answer is, "no, not at all." I especially love eating a furry snatch. Sliding my tongue through the bush and into the pink wet pussy is sensual and delicious. Another inevitable question is do I think there's such a thing as too much bush - and yes, of course there are limits.

Part of the "doesn't it bother you" question seems to imply that bush means unclean. Of course cleanliness and hygiene are important, but they're important regardless of the shaven/unshaven state of the pussy. Shaved does not necessarily mean clean, any more than unshaved means unclean.

Now pussy, by definition, is the world's greatest thing, and the shaved pussy is *not* a turn-off. But my preference will always be the sexy feminine bush.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

FFF: Feast for the Senses

I loved the game we called A Feast for the Senses. The first spin determined who got coated, the second spin was for the substance, and the third was for who licked it off.

"Yummy chocolate. All done."

Laura spun three times. She looked at Mary, smiling. "You get coated. I do the licking. The substance is cum."

They took turns sucking me, then I withdrew, and aimed carefully....

The challenge this week was: exactly 69 words.
The phrase "...a feast for the senses..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Kiss

Is there anything better than the passionate kiss? I don't think there is. I love everything about it, in all its aspects.

There's the incredible anticipation of the first kiss with someone you feel a connection with...the tentative moving closer.... The slight uncertainty mixed with adrenaline excitement...heart pounding in the chest. Slowly moving closer as time seems to stand still.... Heads slightly tilt to the side as lips gently touch, then press, melting together. Lips open...tongues touch, then start to dance in the partner's mouth.

There's the coming together with the lover. No hesitation, just the delightful join of lips...mashing together, mouths opening instantly, tongues exploring the familiar places.... Moments of the intensity of urgent passion and need, followed by other moments of the slow, gentle, lingering touch of lips...the sharing of breath.

There's so much communication of desire. It's sensual, intimate, and delicious.

My first real kiss happened in the spring of my senior year of high school. She was younger, but way more outgoing and experienced. There was palpable sexual tension betwee the two of us, but I didn't know how to proceed, so I didn't. But god bless her, she knew what she wanted and went for it. She asked if I wanted to take a walk, and I followed like a puppet on a string. She led us to a secluded alcove on the school grounds, and we paused. Some small talk, mixed with horribly awkward silences. She waited for me to make my move, but I was frozen solid. Finally she put us both out of our misery by kissing me.

Thank goodness. It was wonderful and magical, and I felt like the luckiest guy in the entire universe. Her tongue was in my mouth, and mine was in hers, and our lips devoured each others. I backed her against the wall, and we kissed and kissed forever.

One time she tested me, breaking the kiss and waiting for me to initiate the continuation. And I did, turning her face to me and seeking her lips urgently. I could feel her smile as we melted together again.

I knew in that instant that I had a new favorite thing. All these years later, I've discovered a lot of other wonderful things, but I haven't found anything that tops the passionate kiss.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Beach House

Time at a beach house with the whole family is a good thing, but it's hard to find alone time. So when I wake up with your warm body pressed into mine, my morning erection pressed into your soft ass, I'm more than ready. I hold you from behind and stroke you gently. You press back into me and groan softly when my lips find your neck. Your hips can't help themselves, and I feel the slight backward thrusts into me...and I unconsciously match your rhythm, thrusting toward you.

You turn your head to whisper, "You know I want to, but the house is full of people. The kids in the next room through the paper-thin wall. Your parents downstairs...."

I continue kissing your neck, and our hips continue their dance as I think of how we could manage it. Then it comes to me. "The bathroom. It's away from the other upstairs rooms, and if we're quiet, no one downstairs will hear."

You sound skeptical. "The bathroom? Where in that little bathroom?"

"Come on, I'll show you."

I throw the sheet off, and you can't help but smile when you see my fully-erect cock spring free. "You really are insatiable, aren't you?"

I just smile my evil grin, help you out of bed, and lead you into the bathroom. Closing the door, I pin you against the door for a kiss. My hands explore your body, still steamy warm from the bed, and one hand finally makes its way into your pajama bottoms. You break the kiss, still skeptical. "Where? How?"

I turn you away from me and guide you the two steps to the window. I grind my body into your back, then take your pajama bottoms down in one motion. You grab the window frame, quietly protesting. "Here in the window? You can't be serious?!? Anyone walking past could see me."

I bend you over, stroking your pussy from behind, talking quietly as I move. "No one's going to see anything. No one's out in the morning, and if anyone did walk past, they would just see you from the waist up, where you're clothed."

You don't sound convinced, but you don't stop me either. You're bent at the waist, hands gripping the window frame, and I'm fingering you from behind. Moving closer, I withdraw my finger and guide my cock to your pussy. I rub the head of my cock up and down...back and forth...getting myself lubed with your wetness. I can feel the heat of your pussy and I'm desperate to be inside you.

I spread your legs a little wider and push forward with my hips. My cock-head penetrates you, and the warm wetness is delicious. You stop me after the first inch and adjust your position. You indicate that you're comfortable, and I hold your hips firmly with both hands and thrust slowly and insistently into you.

I don't stop thrusting until I'm balls deep, and it takes all my energy to keep from moaning out loud. I can tell you're biting your lip and straining to keep quiet. I stay there for a moment, reveling in the sensations, and then I slowly withdraw...then slowly thrust in again. Part of me is hyper-aware of any sounds from the rest of the house, but another part of me is giddy with the thought of fucking you from behind, in the beach house window.

You know what a visual beast I am, and how much I love to watch my cock sliding in and out of you. We're an erotic vision...your pussy grasping my cock...reluctantly letting it go...sliding out of you...rock hard, shiny from your flowing juices...the mushroom head appearing briefly, before I thrust into you again...inch after inch of my hard shaft sliding into you.

As much as I want to make this last, I also know that we should be quick. I thrust harder and faster, and I know you're having trouble keeping quiet. I grab your hips firmly and thrust hard. Your pussy feels like liquid fire, and your juices are flowing. Every stroke makes a wonderful squishing sound, and I can feel the wetness on my balls and thighs. I become aware that you're moaning softly, and I whisper that we need to be quiet.

I feel my climax building at the base of my balls...rising...unstoppable...and then I'm cumming...my whole body tensing...savagely gripping your hips...shooting my pent up load deep into you. I stay there, locked together with you, as I start to come down. As I start to regain my senses, I can feel you climaxing around my cock...your breath coming in short urgent gasps. We come down gradually together, and I finally step back and let my slowly-deflating cock slide out of you. You turn and hug me tight, our lips meeting in a soft lingering kiss.

I'm happy, sated (for the moment,) and ready for a beach day with the family. You smack me on the ass and say with a grin, "That was good. But you're *so* bad."

I just smile, knowing I can't argue.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

FFF: Rain


The rain beat down on us, but I didn’t care. We kissed deeply, then my lips moved to her neck as my hands explored her body. I tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. I finally mumbled something....

"Cut!" yelled the director with a scowl. "We'll pick up here in the morning." The rain machine stopped.

My co-star didn’t move...instead she ground her hips down into my throbbing erection. She gave me a saucy grin and whispered, "That's seven times. If you don't get your lines right, they'll find your driven, beaten, hammered body in the dumpster out back."

I surreptitiously stroked her nipple through her wet tank-top, grinned, and whispered, "I don’t know why I can’t remember 'I need you now.' Why don’t you come to my trailer and we'll rehearse?"

She leaned in and kissed me softly, her tongue tracing my lips. "Let's go."

The challenge this week was: 48-148 words.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Celebrity Pass

I was reading Spring Flower's post on her celebrity pass (i.e., the person you can have sex with without consequence.) My own list is pretty simple - it has Salma Hayek in spots 1-5. I'm sure I could come up with a more complete list, but Salma tops any list of mine by a good margin.

I've been seriously in lust with the Mexican goddess since I first saw her in Desperado (featuring her only nude scene - pic below,) and ever since then I've tried not to miss an opportunity to see her. What's not to like? Beautiful face, otherworldly body, voluptuous, passionate, and maybe even a little crazy.

My lovely wife, who probably knows my list as least as well as I do, often sends me YouTube clips of Salma on the red carpet at various events. She'll laugh and say things to me like, "She's too high maintenance for you", or, "It would never work, she's way too crazy for you." Or playfully, to get a rise out of me, "You couldn't handle her, she's too much woman."

My responses never change. My answer to the first two is that I don't want to live with her, or (god forbid) be married to her. I know she's a high-maintenance prima donna, and I know I couldn't live with that for one day. But that's not what we're talking about. What I want is to take her every way I can think of, and maybe come up with a few new ways.

As to the third charge, she may be right. I imagine her as a tigress, and maybe I couldn't handle her - but I'd sure like to give it my best effort. If I don't make it, I'll at least go out with a smile on my face.

But I wouldn't bet against me.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Good Morning

The hour is still early, but the sun is already bright and streaming in through the closed curtains. I can tell by your breathing that you're somewhere on the boundary between asleep and awake. I let you rest for a little while longer while I lay still, completely relaxed, listening to your breath. You're facing away from me, and I finally move in close and hold you from behind. My cock is fully erect, and nestles in between your ass cheeks. You wiggle your ass ever so slightly back into me, and that's all the prompting I need.

I'm naked, and the thin fabric of your nightgown is all that's between us. I can feel the heat of your body, and you wiggle your ass just the tiniest bit back into me again. I grasp the bottom of your nightgown and pull it up. You groggily lift yourself enough for me to lift it off you. You collapse back onto the bed, still facing away from me, and I'm grinding my cock between your soft ass cheeks as my hands move to your breasts. I cup them, and start slowly playing with your nipples. They harden quickly for me, and I hear you take a deep breath as you slowly come to consciousness. Your hips are grinding back into me in slow circles, as I play with your nipples and my lips nibble your neck.

I whisper, "Good morning" in your ear, and you give me a contented-sounding "Good morning" in return. You arch your hips back into me, and I can't help subtly thrusting. But it won't work from this position yet.

I come up to kneeling and roll you onto your back. You give me a sleepy smile as I spread your legs open, pushing your knees up and apart. You half-heartedly protest that you haven't showered, but I gave you an evil grin and tell you I don't care. And not only don't I care, you know I like you unshowered in the morning.

I love the trimmed reddish fur around your pussy, and I pause for a moment to look at your reclining body in the early morning light. Then I take one of your feet, and slowly kiss upwards...from your calf, to your knee, to your thigh.... I watch you looking at me...kissing your inner thigh...getting closer.... You give me a soft groan of pleading, and I end the teasing...spreading your pussy lips with two of my fingers, and sliding my tongue into your steamy wet slit. I love your taste first thng in the morning...extra warm and fermented, yet somehow pure and clean at the same time.

I lick you slowly and lazily...my tongue circling your clit, then sliding down between your lips...pushing in...then slithering from side to side. I could do this all morning, but you want more. You pull me up to kiss you, and I happily meet your lips. You draw my tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself on me...sucking hungrily on my pussy-coated tongue. You bring your knees up, and I position my cock at your entrance. I slide it up and down between your pussy lips, and then I slowly lower myself down...my big cock-head pushing into you...spreading you wide as I start to penetrate you.

We both groan as my cock pushes insistently in...your pussy opening to swallow me...entering inch by inch, until I'm fully in, balls deep. I continue grinding into you...my hips against yours. I can feel you squeezing me, and I slowly withdraw and then slide in again. I raise my chest up above you so I can look down into your eyes. Every stroke is ecstasy, and you know I love making love in the daylight, when I can look down and see my cock sliding in and out of your hot pussy. Then I lower myself down on you, my full body weight pressing on you as I continue pumping you full of my cock.

You wrap your legs around me, and we kiss deeply again, tongues dancing. This is so good that I want to last all day, but I know it won't be long. I try to slow down to prolong it, but you don't let me. You're thrusting your hips upward urgently...insistently...and I give in, knowing that I can't stop it.

I whisper in your ear that I'm going to cum, and you moan and move into a higher gear...your hips a blur...your pussy milking me. I feel my orgasm rising in my balls, and the wave of pleasure rises and washes over me. I'm vaguely aware of a roar coming out of my throat as my cock shoots what feels like ropes of hot cum deep inside you. You're half a step behind me, but the feeling of my cum shooting inside you pushes you over the edge, and your orgasm is long and intense. You're still lost in your climax as I start to come down, and even though I should be used to it by now, I'm still amazed at the length and intensity of your orgasms.

I collapse on top of you, still connected in the most intimate of ways. We drink in the sensations of our bodies locked together...steamy hot, wet, sticky, delicious. We kiss and cuddle, then finally separate to shower and then start the day. I know I'll have an extra spring in my step, and that no matter what the day brings, it's already been a very good morning.