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“So is that birthday present offer still open?” Michael asks on messenger.
I blush and reply “yes”
“:D”
“Lol”
“20 mins” he says.
I look at the clock, 9.30, “Ok” i reply “any requests?”
“ I want you shaved bare, wearing bra, knickers, dressing gown and nothing else”
“Cool, see you

in 20 X”
“X”
See it’s Michael’s birthday tomorrow and for his present i said he could do me anytime, anyplace, anyhow and anywhere. He was quite keen on the idea.
I look around my living room thinking what i needed to do, i had shaved anywhere earlier that day so that was ok. I went to the bedroom and picked out my favourite royal blue bra and thong and sexy dressing gown. I shivered with anticipation, i felt the heat and wetness between my legs. I find my handcuffs and vibrator from my chest of draws and place them under my pillows, just in case. I strip down and change into the underwear, putting the dressing gown on but not doing it up. I lie on my bed, and move my hand back and forth over my pussy through the fabric of my thong. My fingers move under the fabric to touch clit, circling slowly as i moved my hips gently back and forth against my hand. I reach my other hand down and slide one finger inside me. Moving in slowly in and out in time with the circling on my clit.
I feel my orgasm starting to build slowly inside me, my pussy starting to tighten around my finger. My breathing starts to speed up and my toes curl as spasms start. i grab the headboard with the hand that had been inside me, continuing to rub my clit with my other
I lie still for a moment while my spasms subside, until my body was just twitching gently.
The doorbell goes.
I tie the dressing gown up, with both the inner and outer ties and go to open the door. He stands in the doorway, dressed in a red t-shirt and dark jeans, his dark hair messed up and a smile on his face. He looks me up and down as he moves into the flat. As i close the door he grabs me and kisses me, parting my lips with his tongue, then pushing his tongue to fill my mouth. I step towards him, pressing myself against him as he grabs my ass, squeezing gently. I smile against his mouth as not losing contact we walk over to the bedroom.
He pushes me down onto the bed and pulls a camera out from his jacket pocket. I see the light come on as he takes a picture. He leans down and kisses me sliding his hand into my bra, i arch up towards him. He pulls the tie on my dressing gown apart.
“that’s cheating” he jokes when he finds the inner ties are tied. I laugh up at him as he undoes them and pushes it open. He stands up and takes another picture, pushing my legs apart with his hands. I eagerly spread my leg and he moves the camera down between my legs taking a picture before sliding a finger into my thong then into me. i moan and push towards him. He retracts his finger and sucks it with his mouth. I lay there, not sure what to do. He moves down and slides my thong off.
“i love your shaved pussy” he says, having never having seen me shaved before.
I sit up and undo the button on his jeans, the slide the zipper down, finding him hard and ready beneath them as he wore no underwear. I pulled his trousers down and took his cock into my mouth. He sighed and grabbed the back of my head to control the pace. I moved my tongue around the head of his cock before sliding it down to the base and back up before taking him as far down my throat as i could, I feel my throat spasm around his cock and he moaned and moved, fucking my mouth. He grabbed the camera and took another picture before pulling out and pushing me back onto the bed. He pulled my dressing gown off me and unhooked my bra, sliding that off too. He lies his cock up with my pussy and takes a picture of him just entering my pussy. I moan and push down to take him deeper into me. He holds me hips down as he penetrates me, moving higher and higher into me until he hits something so good i jerk against him and feel my pussy spasm. He moves into me fucking me in long slow strokes, i move against him trying to get him to fuck me faster, but he stops moving inside me holding himself there. I feel every inch of him inside me and contract my muscles rhythmically until he loses control and starts to fuck me hard. I feel my orgasm start to build tightening inside me getting stronger an stronger. I moan in protest as he pulls out of me. He stifles my moans with his mouth as he kisses me hard, before moving down to take my breast in his mouth, biting and sucking them in turns. I cry out as he does. My breasts have always been sensitive to mouths and i feel the pull of his mouth shoot down to my cunt. I place my hands ontop of his head and push down, i know it’s his present but a girls got needs u know. He takes the hint and kisses his way down over my stomach as i moved my hands down to pull his t-shirt off. He licks into me and i moan losing all thoughts, pushing my hips towards him. he moves his tongue to my clit and i thrust towards him. he moves his tongue as deep into my cunt as possible feeling the heat and wetness of his mouth making me shudder. i move my hands to press his head into my cunt but he moves away and i cry out.
“i need to come”
“soon” he promises. and moves up and moves me round so me can both lie on the bed. he lies ontop of me in missionary position and slides inside of me making me jerk against him in pleasure he kisses me and i taste myself on him and it turn me on. im so wet and willing i feel the moistue from my cunt moving down the crack of my arse. he grabs my breasts roughly as he slides in and out of me, moving faster and faster. biting my neck and breasts. i arch up to him and we kiss as we fuck. i dig my nails into his back and bite his shoulder. he starts to move harder inside of me and he moans into my neck. i feel my pussy clamp down on his cock as i reach the cusp of my orgasm.
“dont stop” i cry but as he moves his hands to get leverage for a deeper thrust and feels the handcuffs beneath the pillow. he stops moving and pulls them out, looking with interest. He pushes my hands over my head to the headboard and snaps the handcuffs on. tying me to the headboard, i feel so out of control and i love it. i moan and he kisses my neck sending shivers down my spine. i move and lick into his ear before moving and sucking his earlobe in an imitation which makes his cock jerk wildly inside of me He starts moving inside me again, moving slow and deep, so i feel all his cock moving in and out.. i move my hips up to him trying to get him to move faster and harder again. finally he gives in and we fuck like animals, using each other more and more ruthlessly almost to the point of pain. i grab his arse and and pull him deeper inside me hitting all the right spots and rubbing my clit against him as the pressure builds and builds tightening my cunt and pushing me over the edge.
“fuck” i say as i come hard, my whole body shaking, my mind going blank, it lasts forever.
“god, i want to fuck your arse” he whispers into my neck breathlessly. he slides out of me and undoes the hand cuffs. i kiss him hard and nod he kisses me again tonguing me deeply
i move so im kneeling in the doggy style position. he kneels behind me and pushes his cock against my arsehole. i feel a shot of pain bt say nothing as he pushes into me, after all i did say anyway he wanted, even if its not really my scene. he moves into me and starts fucking my arse slowly, using my juices from my pussy to lubricate my arse. he pushes my head down until im lying on my front on the bed with him still in my arse.he places his hands either side of my head so he can thrust deep and hard into me., i twist round so he can kiss me and he whispers into my ear ’can i come in your arse?” i smile and nod in agreement. smile he starts to move frantically inside me bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. both of us are breathless and crying out in pleasure. i feel him moving inside me and he slides a finger into my pussy moving in and out in time with his thrusts. i feel another orgasm building inside me and move frantically with him and as it overtakes me i cry out and he comes too, moaning so loud im sure the neighbour's will hear, shuddering and spurting cum into my arse for a long time keeping moaning over and over getting quieter and quieter.
we roll apart and i turn to face him

“happy birthday babe”

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Walking in on Daddy 2

Thisguy 5097 days ago on Sex Stories

It's barely past 8 in the morning, but I can't manage to fall back asleep. I woke up with the taste of my father's cum still lingering in my mouth. I feel dirty thinking about what I did to my father last night. I don't know what came over me. Every time I close my eyes I see myself between his legs feverously sucking his dick. How could I have done something so filthy? I ask myself. Maybe a nice hot shower will wash away some of this guilt.

I strip off my pajamas and underwear wrap myself in a towel and walk down the hall to the bathroom. I throw my towel over the shower rod, reach into the tub and turn the faucet. A hissing noise rushes from the showerhead followed by a few small drops.

"Damn! This thing still doesn't work?"

I wrap the towel back around my body and open the bathroom door and peak into my parents' room. I stop and listen for a moment, but don't hear anyone in the house. "Screw it" I mumble and walk through my parents' room into their bathroom. The glass shower doors are still wet, so they must have showered and left for the day, I thought to myself.

I hang my towel on the door hook and step into the shower sliding the glass doors closed behind me. I turn the faucet and stand under the oversized showerhead letting the hot water pour over my body. After a few minutes the bathroom is full with steam as the hot water washes away thoughts. I grab the body wash and squeeze the bottle pouring the cinnamon scented soap on to my chest. I pick up my shower poof and rub the soap across my breasts and down my stomach. I work my way down soaping my thighs down to my ankles and back up again until I'm covered in a rich white lather.

I step back under the shower head and let the water wash the soap from my smooth skin. The steam continues to grow thicker. I hop out of the shower tiptoe across the rug and crack open the bathroom door letting the steam vent from the room. I return to the shower leaving a trail of wet footprints behind me.

I run my fingers over my head before filling my hand with shampoo to wash my hair. My head is covered in suds muffling the sound of the water beating against the tile floor. I hear a faint noise coming from the bedroom.

"Hi honey" My mother sings.

"Hey Mom" I utter wanting to be left alone.

"Just changing my shoes then I'm off to your Aunt's for the day" she declares.

I dismiss her and attempt to return to my rainy sanctuary. A few minutes of silence pass and I am once again on my own. I finish rinsing the shampoo from my hair and let the water wash the suds down my body. The bubbles tingle as the slide down between my breasts and across my stomach. The sensation of the water beating against my skin feels so incredible.

My hands glide over my silky skin caressing every inch of my body. I bring my hands up to my breasts and squeeze them together letting the water pool between them. I slide my hands over my stomach keeping them firm against my skin, then back up to my tits. I squeeze my slippery bosoms together letting the water beat against my chest. I slide my hands up my tits past my areolas and pinch each erect nipple between my finger and thumb.

"Mmm yea" I moan as my body trembles lightly.

I grip my nipples tightly between my index finger and thumb pinching and pulling them harder. Goosebumps raise from my skin as a quiver runs down my spine. I moan softly pinching my rosebuds harder before letting them slide from my grip. The piping hot water feels amazing but distracts me from my arousal. I turn the faucet down until I a refreshing cool spray from the showerhead. I move my right hand down my stomach between my thighs and slip a finger between the lips of my pussy and rub against my clit. The heat from my pussy is magnified by the cool water flowing down around me. A wave of pleasure courses through my body as I work my clit faster and faster. The fog begins to clear revealing my reflection in the glass. I watch my reflection as I work my finger into my pussy. I stare as my fingers disappear between my legs into my radiating snatch my reflection turning me on even more. I turn around and lean my back against the shower wall for support as my knees begin to shake.

"Oh Yes!" I cry closing my eyes shut and feeling my orgasm build deep inside me.

I throw my head back in pleasure letting the cool water stream down my tingling body. I open my eyes to look for my reflection in the glass. I stare at my glistening body watching myself finger my clit. I raise my head looking straight ahead hoping to gaze into my eyes as my orgasm grows nearer.

"Oh shit!" I squeaked catching a glimpse of my father through the open bathroom door.

He is sprawled naked across his bed with his dick in his hand watching as if it were a peepshow. I quickly pulled my fingers from my crotch, shut off the water and grabbed for my towel which was no longer on the hook. I stood back against the bathroom wall, the partly opened door hiding me from his view. I could see him working his hand up and down the shaft of his cock through the doorway. I open the bathroom closet to find an empty shelf where the towels are usually stacked high. I close the door and try to stay hidden against the wall. I peek through the doorway to see a laundry basket full of clean towels just past my parents' bed.

"Dad, can you throw me a towel?" I call out only to be met with heavy breathing and squeaky bed springs.

"Dad! I really need a towel, I'm naked in here!" I scream.

The brief silence is broken by a deep moan. Panic stricken, wet and naked, I question how to get out of here. The towels are on the opposite side of the room and are further away from me than the bedroom door. I make up my mind and dash out of the bathroom towards the bedroom door only to find it dead-bolted shut. I froze in front of the door standing naked in full view of my father as he stroked his dick.

I looked up to see is eyes taking in every inch of my body. I could feel his eyes groping my breasts and squeezing my ass. All the guilt and shame I just washed away were starting to return. I kept my head down and walk across the room to laundry basket. As I bend down to grab a towel I feel his warm rough hand slide up the back of my thigh and cup my ass. His hand slid between my thighs and against my labia sending a chill down my spine. I felt his thick finger slide into my pussy as I let out a nervous flustered whimper.

I grabbed a towel, but before I could stand up a second finger pushed into me joining the first.

"Ohhh" I moaned and pushed my pussy against his fingers driving them deeper inside me.

"Yea, you like that Jenna?" My father said stroking his dick faster.

"Mmm, Daddy what are you doing?" I asked.

"Playing with my little girl." he replied pumping his fingers into my wet pussy.

"Wait, stop!" I shout, feeling a wave a guilt overpower the sensation of my father's fingers filling my hole.

"I know this is what you want baby girl" he cooed back.

"No daddy this is wrong!" I screamed.

He grabbed me by the hips. I cry out in fear as pulls me down onto the bed next to him parting my legs with his strong hands. His finger slides between my pussy lips and lands on my clit. I cry out again with fear quickly turning to pleasure as he rubs his finger against my swollen clit. I feel his hot breath on my neck making my hairs stand on end. He takes my hand and places it around his dick. I wrap my hand firmly around his shaft and work my hand up and down the length of his rod. A hefty drop of precum seeps from the head of his dick. I rub my hand around the head of his dick coating his dick in the slick liquid.

I slide my lubricated hand up and down his shaft and over the head of his dick making him twitch. His fingers rub my clit faster as I stroke his dick. My whole body trembles as I begin to cum. A wave of heat shoots through my body leaving every inch of my skin tingling with pleasure. My pussy gushes soaking his hand in my hot sticky juices.

"Oh fuck I'm cuming" I scream, shaking on the bed.

My fathers' dick is throbbing in my palm, I squeeze it tighter.

"Not quite yet Jenna." he says ripping my hand from his cock. He gets up on his knees moves between my legs and leans over me. My orgasm subsides and is replaced with more guilty feelings. I try to move away from him, but he holds me down. His powerful legs hold my thighs apart and his throbbing cock brushes against my pussy. I feel so dirty lying underneath my own father. I try to wiggle free again with no luck. I whimper completely helpless and feeling humiliated by what I have already done. I look up into my father's lustful eyes peering down at me a determined grin across his face.

His dick jabs into my upper thigh leaving my leg stick with precum. He reaches down, grabs his dick and guides the head of his cock between my pussy lips. "This is all my fault" I think to myself. I never should have played with myself in my parents' shower.

"I just had play with my clit" I lamented "and now my pussy soaking wet he can slide his dick in me without a problem."

I begin to tear up and sob from all the guilt I feel.

"Shh, it's ok baby girl. Daddy won't hurt you" he whispered in my ear just before he pushed the head of his cock into me stretching my pussy open.

"Please Daddy stop!" I cried squirming to get free beneath him.

"Don't you want this dick baby girl?" he whispered again pushing a little further into my pussy with every stroke.

"Please just stop Daddy this is so wrong!" I cried to him until he covered my mouth with his hand.

"Shhh, that's my girl" he said in an attempt to comfort me.

I closed my eyes tight and bit down on my lip waiting for it to be over. His dick slid in and out stretching my pussy more and more with each stroke. After a few minutes, which feels like an eternity, my father is able to slide his every bit of his 8 inch cock of his cock into me. He leans over resting his weight on his elbows on each side of me. The bed begins to rock back and forth as he builds up a steady stroke filling my pussy with his meat. My nipples get hard as his chest brushes steadily back and forth across my tits.

I moan softly as my father wraps his strong arms around me holding gently as he pumps his dick deeper into my pussy. Warm sticky juices leak from my pussy covering his dick and dripping down my thigh. My muscles begin to relax as I feel his searing rod glide in and out of my soaking wet pussy. I felt every vein and ridge of his dick as he fucked me.

"Oh Daddy" I moan as he fills my pussy.

"Now that wasn't so bad was it?" He asks continuing to pump his dick into my pussy.

"Oh Daddy it feels so good!"

"Yea baby girl, let me fuck that pussy" he whispers in my ear.

"Fuck me Daddy, Your dick feels so good!"

"You want more baby girl?"

"Yes Daddy, fuck me deeper!" I cry. I open my legs wider and wrap them around his waist and my arms around chest holding him tightly.

His stroke grows deeper and faster. I feel the head of his thick cock pounding against walls of my pussy hitting bottom with every stroke. His buff arms wrap around my back holding tighter as he fucks me harder and harder.

"Oh fuck Oh fuck!" I scream as he pounds deep into my pussy his balls slapping against my ass.

"Who's my little slut?" he asks fucking me harder.

"Yes Daddy! Fuck me!"

"Say it!" he demands pounding his hips sharply into me knocking me into the headboard.

"I'm your little slut" I moan feeling him deep in my pussy. "I'm Daddy's little slut" I moan again with him pounding harder and harder. I feel his dick throbbing deep inside me filling my pussy tightly. His large rough hand grabs my thigh pushing it up higher and squeezing tight. I lift my legs up to my head and grab my ankles letting him fuck me deeper. His dick stretches my pussy open as he pounds his shaft into my hole. Every muscle in my body tenses up as his dick plunges deeper and harder into me. I feel his dick throbbing deep in me pushing against my pussy walls.

"Fill my pussy Daddy!" I scream for him to fuck me harder.

His dick is throbbing harder and harder inside my pussy filling me so deep.

"Fuck me Daddy!" I scream wrapping my arms and legs around his body as tight as I can. The entire bed moves back and forth as he thrusts his throbbing dick deeper into my pussy.

"Fuck me Daddy! Fuck my pussy!" I scream his dick hits the bottom of my pussy harder setting of my orgasm. I squeeze his body with my legs pulling his dick deeper in my pussy as it contracts around his shaft . "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I shout uncontrollably while Daddy pummels my pussy harder sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum!" Daddy moans under his breath thrusting harder and deeper. My pussy squeezes down around his cock pulling him inside me.

"I'm gonna cum!" he shouts and thrusts deep into my pussy with all his strength pushing deep and deeper. He buries his dick all the way inside me as he cums. A huge surge of cum shoots from his dick into my pussy. I feel his thick gooey cum gushing from his dick.

"Oh Fuck!" He screams at the top of his lungs his dick throbbing and pulsing in my pussy shoot stream after stream of hot daddy cum deep into my young snatch. My pussy contracts around his cock as it pulses again milking out every drop of cum before he collapses on top of me.

"Oh Daddy that was so good!' I sigh laying limp on the bed beneath him.

"That's a good little slut" Daddy complimented. He laid on top of me for a moment before slowly getting up pulling his dick from my pussy followed by a strand of cum.

Before I could sit up in bed Daddy shoved his half limp cock in my face and said "Clean off Daddy's dick little slut."

I wrapped my lips around his dick and sucked off every bit of sticky cum and pussy juice.

"Get out of here you little slut" he said in a stern voice.

I jumped out of bed stood up. My knees shook gave out and I fell back down on the bed.

"Haha silly little slut!" Daddy laughed.

I took my time and stood up slowly leaning on the dresser. I started to walk back to my room knees shaking. As I walked down the hall my father's cum began to leak from my pussy down between my thighs. I continued to walk to my room my thighs slid back and forth across each other slick with daddy's cum. I reached my bed and collapsed onto it face first letting the cum seep from my pussy onto my bed sheets as I dozed off.

A few minutes later my brother knocked on my door and let himself into my room. He saw me laying in bed and paused.

"Hey Jenna, why are your legs all sticky like that?" he asked.

To be continued...

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One day in the month of July I went to Puthucherry on sight seeing. I stayed in a lodge.I was having little hot brandy at 7'0 clock [evening] taking some snacks .I heard a couple shouting loudly next room as she was not willing to be fucked by him the third time.Both had consumed liquer it seemed. I went near the window through which the sound came. The window was not closed and both the boy and the girl were naked after second fuck.

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Starry Starry Night

Peter_Pan 5097 days ago on Sex Stories

Travelling through space at close to six hundred miles per second for most people, would constitute living in the fast lane. For Yalgon it was merely another stretch at the viewing port of a star freighter long since passed its scheduled operational life-span

Having slowed the craft at the outer edges of what the company referred to as the “Origin World Cluster,” Yalgon depressed the far left of eight crystalline protuberances on that which a layman might have incorrectly termed the ‘control panel’ in front of him. The slightest humming could be detected throughout the walls of the craft.

Just &ld

quo;why” the company insisted crew members engage the ship’s cloaking device when passing through this particular tract of space he could never fully understand. Inarguably the entire Valarian race owed their very existence to those intrepid explorers who hailed from the blue planet so many time-phases in the past. Since that period though, ‘humanity’ as they were collectively known, had curiously been plunged into epochs of technological redundancy and appeared to have now, neither the knowledge nor the skills of their own descendants. There had been concern during Yalgon’s childhood, when it was reported that an object of admittedly inconsequential size, had actually landed on the small moon which orbited the blue planet and that in fact two humanoids had emerged from the craft briefly. Exactly why they had chosen to visit so barren a location was not immediately evident to the Valarian scientific council. Initially thought to be a rekindled interest in interplanetary travel - though seemingly of a crude and indeterminate nature - no further exploratories appear to have been made since that time. Perhaps then he had pondered, it was simply a case of wishing to avoid detection and thereby unwanted interest, that craft were instructed to use their cloaking capability in the vicinity.

Barely had the red planet exited the portside viewing window when a discernible vibration became evident towards the rear of the cavernous interior. With practiced dexterity, Yalgon passed his hand across the transparent shield immediately to the right of the cloaking-crystal, his thumb and sixth finger spanning their normal one-eighty degree coverage. Almost immediately the skeletal structure of the craft in technical cross-section, appeared on-screen in sharp image, white outline against blue background. A second pass of Yalgon’s hand displayed what may have been a lower deck. Towards the rear, surrounded by an intricacy of fabricated structural-metal framework, a circular disc appeared to be glowing a blood red color.

“The fusion reactor,” Yalgon mused, running swiftly a diagnostic on the ship’s power-source. This merely served to confirm his worst fear. The port-side reactor, as it had threatened on an earlier star-passage, was now crippled and at this point in deep space, fully beyond repair. It was of little consolation now that having earlier raised concerns about the age of the craft, the flight council had examined the ship and deemed it worthy of extended certification. Whether or not a salvage team could even rescue him was in doubt, which meant he would be stranded in this quadrant pending the next allocated star-freighter…a possible ninety “day” wait (as they measured time in this realm of the galaxy)

Evaluating his options, only the blue planet itself was within accessible reach of his damaged ship. On low power even, it would be able to remain in cloaked-orbit indefinitely while the space council decided its immediate fate. His subsequent transmission contained all the relevant data-scans and star-log details. Even on reduced power, the blue planet’s aspect was monopolizing the frontal viewing-port in moments. It was he decided far more beautiful than even his own planet, far away as it was now in the Andromeda cluster.

It would be necessary he realized, to acquaint himself with updated local planetary customs and recent history and thus he sat fully relaxed in the audio-pod as the ship’s compuserve oversaw the uplink that transferred all current data to the bio-implant chip located slightly to the left of his gills. Long since unused, he realized it would take a while to familiarize himself once more with the use of his lungs – an aspect they had emphasized as high priority during space-training.

Slowing appreciably, the craft entered its calculated upper-orbit silently and efficiently. Assigning all on-board systems to the care of the ship’s compuserve, Yalgon entered the molecular-dissociator, calmly awaiting transfer to the Blue Planet’s surface. He felt little more than a tingling sensation followed by a period of total black-out.

Even as the blue-tinged beam made contact with the scrubland a short distance from a semi-deserted section of Interstate 80 in Wyoming, the vague outlines of a life-form assumed a shimmering reality. Slowly, awareness returned to him. “So this is “Earth?” he muttered, looking across at the darkened highway upon which some primitive vehicle was travelling.

Although very much identifiable as humanoid still, evolution had overseen some significant changes to the Valarian race in the millennia since the arrival of Earth’s earliest – and hitherto forgotten – cosmic explorers. Generations of offspring, having by necessity to adapt to less of a gravitational influence and spending a far greater proportion of their lives in water than once did their ancestors, had resulted in the re-development of upper thoracic gills and the dark webbing between their six digits. They stood taller also at an average height of six-foot six. Having consequently something of an ichthyic appearance, Yalgon concluded that his external frame required at the very least, some cosmetic attention in order that he pass unchallenged among the local populace – as and when he might locate such.

Pondering then his options, he depressed the touch-screen of his small wristpack, entering various parameters. Although unable to alter his height. quite obviously, Yalgon’s skin lightened considerably, the webbing appeared to retract between his fingers and his hairline to assume a normalcy no-one would commit to a second glance. The skin rippled around his neck, delicately covering the gill area, a physical characteristic he knew he would not be requiring for quite an extended period of time.

Breathing now pure oxygen instead of the methane he was more used to and which constituted ninety-five percent of the spacecraft’s on-board pressurization, he felt almost light-headed. This gravity however was definitely going to take a while to get used to – not half a dozen steps and he was feeling the weight of his body already.

Crunching gravel underfoot, he reached the shoulder of the Interstate, while in the distance could be seen the approaching lights of a second vehicle. Waiting there motionless, he raised his arm as the car approached. The vehicle’s driver braked hard, screeching to a halt almost alongside him.

“Jesus man,” he called out through the lowered window, “What the fuck happened? They took your clothes too?”

Yalgon’s eyes studied the man for a moment. Maybe not six-six, but tall enough!

Piloting a 1986 Oldsmobile Delta 88 following several months in deep space at the helm of a mile-long nuclear-powered space-freighter was for Yalgon, an object lesson in humility. “Just how primitive are these people?” he pondered, watching the needle struggle to its graded zenith of ninety miles per hour.

An exit for 'Green River' flashed by on his right followed by an overpass, upfront of which was a sign 'Cheyenne' 271 miles. It was to this co-ordinate he was navigating, the compuserve having indicated a higher concentration of humans clustered there than in the surrounding areas. Given the maximum speed of his present conveyance however, he calculated this to be probably three and a quarter Earth hours distant.

A short time later, a strange sound could be heard in the background. Yalgon concentrated on it for a few moments. He was unable to immediately identify the source but it appeared to be gaining in volume. A mechanical whining of sorts he decided. Just then he noticed in the mirrored reflection, twin beams of light sweep around the bend he had just negotiated. Evidently the newcomer’s conveyance was possessed of a higher speed capability than his own. Colored lights additionally were now flashing on the roof of the vehicle. Slowing to allow the whining object to pass, he was fully surprised when the conveyance slewed dangerously into his own path, forcing him to brake and skid almost off the roadway. He brought the vehicle to a stop as two quite large humans exited their vehicle and began striding towards his open window. One of them flashed a light-beam through the passenger’s side.

“May I see your license and registration please sir?” uttered the larger of the two “men” (as he knew the male of the species to be called) who was now standing alongside his window.

“What is that?” Yalgon replied, in a voice bordering on the robotic. He would need time to perfect the human tongue he realized, it being quite unlike his natural oral tone and resonance.

The man looked at his partner who, having checked the vehicle from front to back was now standing beside him “Are you saying Sir, you do not have a license to drive in this State?” he asked, acting in what Yalgon interpreted as a threatening manner.

“I do not understand what a “license” and “registration” is,” he replied. “How then might I show you either?”

The men conferred for a moment. “Please get out of the vehicle sir,” said the man’s partner. Even as he spoke, he was pulling something that may have been a weapon from the belt he was wearing.

“I have no wish to do that,” Yalgon replied, losing patience with these humans. “I must leave.” He re-started the engine.

“I said, get out of the vehicle Sir – right now.” screamed the weapon-holder, aiming his ‘tube’ at the driver’s head and standing there in a fully confrontational attitude.

“As I was led to believe - aggressive creatures,” Yalgon thought briefly. He then gestured towards the men. Both were flung backwards some twenty feet into the scrubland, the ‘weapon’ dropping harmlessly by the roadside. Glancing towards their vehicle that was partially blocking his way, he momentarily inclined his head, closing his eyes. Any observer would have found it incredible watching what happens to a large metallic object when simply the neutrons are fused together, the space between them evaporating. One might only describe it as total molecular anarchy in fact.

The officers remained where they were, on their knees and staring wildly….at the six-inch “cube” of blackened metal there on the shoulder, that shortly they would find was so heavy they could not even pick it up.

It was as he had expected, more than three hours before he reached the 'Cheyenne' interchange. Navigating the vehicle north on Interstate 25 now, the city outskirts were almost immediately encountered. He was he realized both hungry and in need of shelter for the night. Unfamiliar with local hospitality customs, he knew only that “Hotels” offered overnight accommodation. Having cruised up and down what appeared to be the city center, he had just turned into “Stillwater Avenue” when he noticed across the street, a large and brightly-lit building. The sign at the entrance proclaimed this to be “The Fairfield Inn.”

Taking the next intersection on the near-deserted street, he turned the car around and headed south, pulling into the hotel’s car-park alongside several other vehicles. Retrieving the keys, he walked towards what appeared to be the main entrance. Inside, he glanced around and noticed a female of the species standing behind a long desk over which hung a wooden plaque that read Hotel Reception.

Twenty-year old Kelly Stevens looked up as the man approached. “Boy, had she been rostered on the right night,” she thought to herself. Tall dark and handsome barely covered it!

“Hello,” he said, “Am I able to stay here overnight please.”

His voice was strangely accented she determined, certainly not local if even American.

“Well of course,” she replied. “What sort of room were you wanting sir?”

“Room?” he asked, fully unfamiliar with the word.

She looked up at him quizzically. “Well, we have rooms with single beds….double beds (she blushed momentarily)....it just depends what you prefer sir.”

“I’d like a double bed please,” he replied softly, finding the words easier to enunciate with each passing sentence.

“Certainly,” she cooed. “That will be eighty-nine dollars sir – and that does include breakfast. Will you be staying long?”

He rather liked the appearance and scent of this female, those of his own planet, though suitably equipped from a reproductive viewpoint, offered minimal variation outwardly from their male counterparts.

“I haven’t decided yet,” he replied, studying her features as he spoke. The girl lowered her eyes.

“You will have to sign-in please,” she half-stammered, thrusting a card and pen towards him.

He looked at the items, unsure of what was expected of him.

“What are these?” he asked, “I’m sorry but I have been away a long time and cannot remember…” he raised his right hand to the desk-top.

Fully unprepared for the girl’s shocked cry, he hurriedly withdrew his hand. “Of course,” he realized immediately “Humans do not have a thumb and five fingers.” He cursed his short-term thinking.

“Please forgive me,” she was saying, in commendable control of her emotions now. “I didn’t mean to be rude, I-I just wasn’t expecting to see your er, hand…..”

He managed a smile. “Just a birth defect I’m afraid. It has taken some getting used to….I’m really sorry for scaring you, it was thoughtless of me.”

“Oh no,” she gushed, “please, you have nothing to apologize for. Would you like me to fill in the registration card for you? He allowed her to take back the items before him.

“Your name?” she asked sweetly.

“Grant Davies,” he answered, recalling the name on some of the papers he had found in the pockets of the man’s jacket he had acquired a few hours earlier.

“Address?” she added.

“1826 Rosenberg Boulevard, Phoenix, Arizona” he answered. “that’s Zip code 85008,” he told her, remembering distinctly the last of the address lines.

“Your car’s registration number Mr. Davies?” she looked up enquiringly.

“Exactly what those men in the whining vehicle had asked about,” he reflected. Turning around, he glanced towards the conveyance that had brought him here – clearly visible through the double glass doors. He had no idea what she was talking about.

“Is that Oldsmobile yours?” she enquired. He recalled that was the name he had noticed somewhere inside the car. He nodded. “It’s a friend’s actually,” he lied effortlessly. He then watched as she walked to the far window and added information to the card. Something about her movements and that rear profile especially, anchored his attention – so much more curvy than his own people. He wondered momentarily what she might look like without those items of clothing?

Seemingly happy with her investigative questioning and reaching beneath the desk to retrieve a plastic card that she placed in a small folder, the girl repeated her earlier request for the “eighty-nine dollars.”

Realizing this must refer to a form of payment he pulled out the man’s wallet and opened it up. Retrieving two rectangular pieces of paper, he handed them to the girl. She handed one of them back. “Just the one thanks,” she giggled, delving into another drawer and handing him back another similar piece of paper and 4 silver pieces of engraved metal, that he felt obliged to return to the wallet. “Sorry,” she muttered “I don’t have any one-dollar notes here at the moment.”

Passing the small folder with the plastic card across the desk, she indicated a set of stairs away to the left of the front desk. “Just up there on the first floor” she smiled, “Room 104.”

He hesitated for a moment, “Will I see you later?” he asked.

The question delivered as it was with an almost child-like innocence, conveyed no semblance of either offense or disrespect. The girl stared at him open-mouthed, fully unsure how to answer.

“I s-suppose so,” she managed eventually. “I mean, I will be working here at the front desk until almost midnight, so yeah, I guess you might see me.” Again that delightful giggle.

Bequeathing her a smile of his own, he turned and ascended the stairs.

Finding suite 104 presented Yalgon with no problem, opening the door however stretched his patience. Used to portals that opened automatically in his own terrestrial environment, this archaic mode of entry was just too much. Aware eventually, that the piece of plastic he had been given must be instrumental in the overall design, he tried inserting the artifact into the only slot he could see might accommodate it. The door stubbornly refused his advances. At the point he was about to deconstruct its molecular framework in utter frustration, he noticed a very young male of the species, observing him from the adjacent doorway.

“You don’t know how to use them do you? the youngster muttered with resigned acceptance. “Here, let me show you.”

Before he could mount any defense as to his apparent technological deficiencies, the boy had taken the card and reversed the face, before sliding it effortlessly back into the slot, whereupon a small red light flashed its acknowledgment of so simple a procedure. As if to humiliate him further, the boy then pushed the handle and the door swung inwards.

“Is it difficult having all those fingers?” he asked with no trace of real surprise.

“Yes sometimes,” Yalgon almost snapped. “But thank you for the assistance,” he added, controlling his emotions commendably. The boy shrugged and walked back towards his own room.

In some ways, the interior of suite 104 reminded Yalgon of a museum. He had seen “beds” similar to this in his holographic history rings. He remembered as a child learning about “The Ancients’ mode of living.” Now here he was, holed-up like a virtual relic himself. He sat down on the coverlet - certainly it was comfortable enough. Removing his shoes, he stretched out full length, arriving at the conclusion he would have no problem sleeping on one of these for as long as it took to mount a rescue mission.

Earthly terrestrial or not, hunger is hunger and Yalgon realized suddenly he had need of sustenance. Aware that gastronomic options vary greatly from planet to planet, he wondered how best he might address the problem at hand. His eyes fell upon a colorful folder lying on the small wooden cabinet alongside his bed. He picked it up. Having exceptional knowledge of several of the Blue Planet’s languages, he was able to comprehend the wording. A highlighted sub-section entitled “Room Service” secured his attention.

“A selection of sandwiches and hot-foods available until midnight” seemed to convey the message he sought. Further down the page, the many available items were listed. Salads, toasted sandwiches, grilled meats, pasta dishes etc. he didn’t know what they all were, but he had a strong conviction it might be a pleasant experience finding out! How to obtain any was his next consideration.

“To order from this menu, please call reception using the zero on your handset,” caught his eye.

“Reception?” now that was a word whose meaning he did know. He looked around encouraged, wondering where he might find a “handset.”

Whilst nothing immediately ‘clicked’ he did notice the small plastic device on top of the cabinet with various numbered buttons at the front – and one of them was a zero. He pushed it….several times in fact, yet nothing appeared to be happening. Momentarily frustrated, he shoved the thing back up against the wall and was surprised to see the upper section fall off. He could now hear a beeping sound. He realized it was some form of communications device and held it up to his ear. Again he pressed zero.

“Yes Mr Davies?” came a fully recognizable young voice.

“Is that the Hotel Reception?” he asked, needing to confirm his assumption.

“Yes,” she answered, wondering at his strange formality. “It’s me, Kelly Stevens.”

“Kelly Stevens,” he repeated, “May I call you that?”

“Of course,” she laughed…“Well just Kelly is fine thanks.”

“Call me Grant then,” he volunteered, “is that alright?”

“Sure,” she said. “Was there something I can do for you Grant?”

“I wanted room service Kelly, just some food if that is possible.”

“Well if you tell me what you’d like, I can arrange to have it brought up to you.” she replied softly.

“Do you have fish?” he asked her.

“We have Atlantic-Salmon,” the girl told him. “It’s really very nice, they cook it well here,” she added as an afterthought.

“And that is fish?”

“Of course Grant,” she assured him. “You’ve never had Atlantic Salmon before?’

“No,” he replied “Unless they call it something different

where I come from.” He heard her giggle into her handset.

“And would you like a drink with that?” she asked brightly.

“Some liquid you mean?” he enquired.

This time she completely broke down in fits of laughter.

“You crack me up Grant,” she barely managed, before recovering her composure somewhat. “Yes, what "liquid" would you like?”

“I don’t mind,” he responded, “Bring me whatever you want?”

“Well it won’t be me bringing it Grant,” She was still giggling.

“Yes, I want you to bring it Kelly – please!”

So stricken did he sound uttering that last word, there was no question but for her compliance.

“Alright, just this once Grant, but I have to be back at my desk quickly – it’s my job OK?”

“Thank you Kelly,” he replied.

He had gotten himself particularly comfortable on the bed when his reverie was disturbed by a light knocking. Quite some time had passed. Opening the door, he towered over the incoming visitor.

“Where shall I put the tray?” she asked him. He indicated the large table to the left of the bed.

“Thank you for bringing it Kelly, I had hoped to see you again.” He allowed the door to close of its own volition.

The sound surprised the girl and momentarily her eyes flitted to the doorway. He sensed her active concern.

“You are quite safe,” he told her.

For reasons she was fully unable to comprehend, his words had a cathartic effect on her. She knew them to be spoken in complete honesty and any trepidation she might have felt, melted into the ether.

Seated now at the table, he inclined his head towards the plate. It smelt remarkably like something his mother may have prepared. Retrieving then a corner of the filet, he placed it gingerly in his mouth. The “proof was certainly in the pudding.”

“Very nice,” he muttered.

“What is this?” he enquired, holding aloft the narrow bottle.

“Californian white wine Grant…the “liquid” you asked me to bring,” she smiled. “Here let me pour you a little.” So saying, she filled the small flute from the uncorked bottle.Yalgon held up the glass, studying its contents for a moment.

“Have some with me Kelly,” he asked her.

“I really have to go now,” she replied, glancing at the watch on her wrist.

“Just a little…please,” he implored.

Again, she was persuaded. Finding another glass in the wall unit, she allowed him to half-fill it, aware that so far as alcohol and Wyoming State Law were concerned, she was still technically under-age. No law however could prevent her from enjoying the experience and by the time he had seen off the last of the Atlantic Salmon, that glass had been re-filled twice.

Unfamiliar with the properties of alcohol, Yalgon was feeling quite at the peak of his physical powers. He couldn’t readily explain his light-headedness but it appeared the girl was similarly affected. He made a mental note to stock-up on this Californian liquid.

Glancing once more at her watch, Kelly let out a cry of disbelief. “Oh Grant, I so have to go now, there is no-one on the front desk, I’m going to be in such trouble!”

Having little idea of her meaning, all he knew is that he desired her continued company.

“No, Kelly Stevens,” he told her. “You will not be needed at the desk – I shall see to it.” Unknown to her and with the least drain of his creative powers, he instantly set in place an impenetrable force-field around the hotel building. No-one in and no-one out.

Once again the girl felt it safe to place her trust in this huge man. He was holding his arms out to her. Even as she walked towards him, sitting there as he was on the edge of the bed, she knew it was ultimately her own wish to be doing this and no emotional over-ride on his part.

Standing before him now he encircled her waist with his arms. She felt deliciously alive and for some reason – eager! His hands smoothed their way south, caressing her bottom slowly. How wonderful those curves felt, he was thinking. Feeling his way right to the hem of that somewhat brief skirt, he became aware of just how warm-blooded she was.

Kelly’s mouth opened in silent surprise as he continued to feel her up with what amounted to not the least disrespect – rather an appreciation of her feminine birthright. She steadied herself by placing her hands on his shoulders. Letting go of her waist and raising his hands to little more than face-height, he cupped both the girl’s breasts which brought forth a seemingly curious reaction. Not only did she let out a soft cry, but she closed her eyes and clasped her own two hands over his. For several minutes he simply squeezed the softness beneath while the girl swayed there on her feet, quite obviously lost in some sort of dreamy contemplation.

Encircling her bottom once again, he drew her towards him, easing himself backwards on to the coverlet as he did so. So compliant was this delightful female, that she offered not the slightest resistance even as his hand began to tug her skirt upwards in its quest to discover what lay beneath.

Prostrate across his body now and quite without her normal inhibitions, her lips sought out her partner’s. Unfamiliar with the art of kissing, Yalgon was a willing student – quick learner too. He soon discovered that this pleasurable pastime had much the same effect short-term as had the Californian Liquid. That is to say – he desired more of it. This of course facilitated also his up-skirt hunting instincts. Kelly in fact became one of the very few girls in hindsight, to benefit from the dexterous pleasures to be had at the behest of a five-fingered vaginal exploratory.

Wishing only to “render unto Caesar what is Caesar’s” she surreptitiously unzipped the skirt herself, wriggling out of the flimsy little item and thereby leaving Yalgon to infiltrate her now excessively damp panties any which way he so chose. Feeling her was one thing he discovered, actually seeing her quite another. It was definitely all good news. That crippled reactor was for now, consigned to the absolute periphery of his alien thought-processes.

A whole new playing field was unleashed at the point he discovered the practicality of a front-loading bra. However inviting the softness between the girl’s legs was proving, and he had nothing but praise for what appeared to be the ultimate in self-lubricating systems, the all round appeal of those soft exposed mounds and their dark-pigmented centers, erect as Kelly’s appeared to be, was without equal in his experience. He discovered also the pleasures to be had in sucking those erect little centers. Not only was the sensation much to his liking, the girl was simply insatiable.

Kelly in fact was now naked and increasingly desirous of his attentions. The deeper his fingers penetrated her lower cavity or the more he nuzzled his face between her upper mounds, the greater her moaning noise. He guessed that this must be how females on the Blue Planet behaved when they wanted to be given children. So much more “involving” than his own race that performed a similar task but without either enjoyment or any of this “kissing” prelude.

Finding at last the zipper at the front of the trousers he was wearing, he managed to free-up his own sheath. Fortunately for the girl, she was too far out of it sexually, to notice the subtly different design between Earthly and Valarian sperm transfer vessels. The ultimate methodology however was comparable – well except for the delivery mechanism itself.

With but a couple of sexual partners in her recent past, and neither having been blessed with any great competence in the field as it were, Kelly was yet to experience unhinged procreative bliss. That which she suddenly felt intruding upon her lower maidenly charms, propelled her well up-town let’s say. Filled to capacity, she gasped as whatever it was in her, began to throb, seemingly without any physical input from its owner. She found the sensation delightful and responded to her partner’s renewed kissing with submissive compliance.

For his part, Yalgon had never experienced such pleasure. More a necessary “event” on his home planet, this girl was making him feel more alive than ever he had. He knew that “fluid transfer” was imminent and tightened his grip around her waist. She really was beautiful.

Kelly sensed the approaching finality. The throbbing inside her had increased greatly with the result she was now experiencing mini-orgasms that felt like they were radiating outwards in concentric circles. She spread her legs to their theoretical limit using her hips to maximize penetration. Yalgon kissed her one last time.

One might use several analogies. A dam bursting, magma being expelled from a long dormant volcano, a water cannon at twenty paces…whatever. The fact is though, Kelly was privy to something very warm and under great pressure, being squirted the length and breadth of her inner vaginal walls. It seemed to go on for thirty seconds or so during which time Yalgon clasped her to him. She had the impression that he was totally vulnerable for those few seconds and clung to him like a protective mother.

Withdrawing from the girl, his sheath retracted and he re-zipped his pants. Kelly simply lay there, exhausted and most likely impregnated. For some reason she didn’t care. What had just happened was so far outside the realms of normality there was nothing for it but to see it through – whatever the outcome.

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Jenifer Massages Me

serif="" ,="" verdana="" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;">by Suhail Beg

I love all the women I make love with. That's pretty self-evident because I couldn't make love with someone I didn't love. I could have sex with her, but that wouldn't be the same as making love. I don't mean that I love them in a romantic way; I mean that I love them in a caring and sharing way. If one of the women were to ask me who is my favorite, I would say that she is. That would be completely true, because she would be my favorite, at least at that moment. Outside of that, I try not to have a favorite, but if I absolutely had to name one, it would be Jenifer.

For one thing, she is almost my age. Most of the women are younger than I, some by many years, but Jenifer is just a few years younger, making us contemporaries. The best thing about her, however, is the way she delights in providing me with as much enjoyment as she can. In that way, we are much alike. I enjoy the sex in its own right, of course, but I also derive enormous pleasure when a woman squeals in delight that she is cumming, especially if it is something she does several times during the course of our love-making. Jenifer also enjoys making love with me and takes great delight in knowing how much I enjoy our times together. It seems like we almost have contests in seeing which of us can give the other the most pleasure, and when we have these contests, we both win.

She lives with a man who is much older than she. For over a decade he has been completely impotent and before that his sexual powers were very low. For years, before we were introduced by another of my lady friends, Jenifer had put up with the lack of a sex life. The mutual friend persuaded Jenifer to come to see me to learn what she had been missing. That first time was so marvelous, and we gave one another so much enjoyment that we have been getting together regularly ever since. Her man has regular physical therapy, which lasts all afternoon so we make love while he is at his therapist.

The last time we got together, she came to my house and I greeted her with a big hug and a series of passionate kisses. She knows how much I like kissing her lovely face, and she makes a point of never stopping me. And her face is lovely, and very kissable, with her strong features, clear skin and soft brown hair. Jenifer is short, just over five feet tall, with a pleasantly curvaceous figure. She took off her shoes (I was already barefoot) and we walked arm in arm to the bedroom and resumed kissing. I unbuttoned her blouse and helped her out of it and she did the same with my shirt. The bra was next and I unhooked it while she was holding the cups in place. Then she turned around, facing me, and pulled her bra off, revealing firm, shapely breasts with large nipples. I bent down and cupped one in either hand and kissed them until Jenifer reached down, unfastened my pants and pulled them down around my ankles. I stepped out of my pants, wearing only my undershorts. We lay on the bed, me in my shorts and Jenifer wearing her skirt. As I said, we both enjoy pleasuring one another and this day it was Jenifer's turn to go first.

She started by kissing me firmly on my mouth, forcing her tongue through my lips where it caressed mine. She kissed my on both eyes and the pulse spots on my temples and then down my throat. I raised my chin to allow her mouth to go where it wanted. Jenifer kissed her way down to my chest and lightly nipped both of my nipples with her teeth, then licked them with her healing tongue, and continued to kiss and lick her way down until her tongue was coiled in my navel. After she reached that point, Jenifer asked me to remove her skirt, which I gladly did. I was smiling contentedly and sighing in pleasure. I told Jenifer how much I was enjoying what she was doing. She smiled back and told me she would be doing a lot more than that. As I removed her skirt I kissed her legs, as close to her crotch as I could reach. I told her I would be kissing her a whole lot more than that, and in a lot more places when it was my turn

Wearing only her panties she straddled me, squeezed her breasts together and began to massage me with her nipples in the same places where she had been kissing me. This included rubbing her big, sensitive nipples against my small, less sensitive ones. This time, when she reached my undershorts, she removed them and my cock, which had been rigid for some time, sprang loose. Jenifer smiled at it, took it gently in her hand, kissed the tip and licked the hole at the end. I sighed with pleasure and told Jenifer how much I was enjoying her attentions. It was not really necessary to say that because she could already tell from the rigidity of my cock.

"Turn over", she said, so I did. Jenifer straddled my back and started massaging my shoulders with her talented hands. She worked her way down to my ass then went over the same areas with her even more talented breasts. I was really enjoying the sensation of her nipples rubbing all over me and I told her so. "Spread your legs" she told me and, after I did, Jenifer put her thumbs inside my asscheeks, to either side of my hole, and massaged this very private area. Again, her hand massage was followed by a nipple massage. By this time, her nipples were fully erect and she pressed them firmly into my asscheeks. It seemed impossible but I believe my cock got even harder when she did this to me. Then she told me to turn over again.

As I lay on my back, my cock stuck up like a flagpole. except that it was throbbing. Jenifer smiled, held it gently in her hands, kissed it again, licked the hole again and knelt beside me. She told me to remove her panties and I was very glad to turn sideways, hook my fingers into the waistband and pull them down to her knees. The sight of her beautiful pussy with the soft brown pubic hair made me even more aroused, if such a thing could be possible. Jenifer leaned over me and I kissed both of her thighs. I could tell she was almost as aroused as I because of the flush on her chest, her wet panties and the smell and sight of the pussy juices flowing down her legs. The taste of the juices too, because I licked up what I could while I was kissing her thighs. Next, she stood up and stepped out of her panties and we were equally naked. Then she got back on the bed, straddling my legs, and took my cock in her hands, rubbing the tip against her lovely clit. The tip of my cock slipped into her sopping wet pussy and she stayed in that position for a long minute.

Lubricating juices were running down my cock from Jenifer's pussy and soaking into my trimmed pubic hair. Slowly, she lowered herself onto me and my cock slipped easily the rest of the way into her pussy. I was not wearing a condom but that was all right because I knew that this was just foreplay. Jenifer likes to tease. A few quick strokes and I could have ejaculated but I refrained from doing this, knowing the much greater pleasures in store for both of us if I waited. For about three minutes she stayed like that, unmoving except for a few twitches. Even the twitches caused my cock to throb more. My pubic hair was soaked from all the pussy juices, and I regretted the loss of what I knew to be a delicious treat.

Jenifer knew it too. She lifted herself off me and her pussy pulled free of my cock with a slurping sound. More pussy juices bathed my cock and dripped down to cover my pubic area and drip down my crotch. Jenifer bent over my cock, held onto the base of it with her thumb and forefinger and started licking her juices off me. Like a child licking a Popsicle, she licked the shaft, the head and under the ridge, until she had swallowed all her juices, then she backed off, knelt between my legs and started licking my crotch and balls. One testicle at a time went into her eager mouth to be caressed by her tongue and lips. The next place on her agenda was the underside of my shaft and she ran her tongue in a broad stroke all the way to the tip. She surrounded the head of my cock with her lips, and then slowly moved her head down, engulfing me in her mouth. While my shaft entered her mouth, she caressed it lovingly with her tongue, until her lips reached the pubic hair that she had soaked earlier. Then she backed off slowly and every fraction of an inch she applied suction with her lips, until only the tip of my cock was in her mouth.

Jenifer removed the tip of my cock from her mouth and smiled at me. Than she kissed it, licked the head, and started to engulf it in her mouth again. Slowly, my cock disappeared to be fondled by her talented tongue. Once again she continued to take me into her mouth until her lips were pressed against my pubic hair but this time she stayed there for a minute while her tongue caressed my shaft inside her mouth. When she backed off from my cock this time, she applied the same kind of suction with her lips. Jenifer knew I had been close to cumming several times already and she did want me to cum, but not until she had spent a lot more time pleasuring both of us with her mouth. She drew my cock in again and backed off slowly, then repeated the same stroke over and over. With a slow, simple stroke like this, I could delay cumming for a long time.

I lay back moaning in pleasure while I watched Jenifer's head bobbing up and down on my shaft. I moaned because it felt so good and I know how much she likes me to enjoy her attentions. At the end of one stroke she stopped, took my cock out of her mouth and said "I really like sucking you off. I hope you can hold off cumming for a while." Then she resumed taking my rod all the way into her mouth and out again. I told Jenifer how good her mouth felt on my cock and how good she was at giving head but she had not really invited conversation. Jenifer doesn't talk with her mouth full.

And her mouth remained full for a long time. Some of her strokes were straight in and out. Sometimes her tongue caressed my cock on both the in stroke and the outstroke. Sometimes, on the outstroke her lips applied intermittent suction on my shaft. Whatever technique she used, Jenifer sucked my cock all the way into her mouth and she sucked it slowly, to make it last. Slow or not, however, I could not hold off forever. I had felt my climax building for a while and when it got close, I told Jenifer, "I'm going to cum". She nodded her head briefly and sped up the strokes of her mouth. Her tongue got even busier on my shaft and she applied the intermittent suction on every outstroke. "I'm cumming", I told her, and seconds later I ejaculated into her mouth. At my last announcement, Jenifer had stopped and squeezed the middle of my cock with her lips so I would cum onto her tongue and she would get the full taste of it. After I had finished ejaculating, Jenifer continued to suck my cock with her lips to squeeze out every drop. She took my softening cock out of her mouth and licked the tip and all around the head. Jenifer likes it when I cum into her mouth; she likes to swallow it and doesn't want to waste any of it.

After swallowing everything she could, Jenifer moved up on the bed to lie beside me. We hugged and kissed, with our tongues intertwining again. I may have caught the faintest taste of my cum but I wasn't bothered by it. Leaning over Jenifer, I kissed her hard on the mouth and softer on the eyes and throat. As I said, she has a very lovely, kissable face and I could have stayed there, but she has other, even more kissable and lickable places. I kissed my way down her throat to one of these places and gently began to massage it - one of her luscious mammaries. I licked the large, erect nipple and it felt even better to my tongue than it had felt on my back or chest. The mate to the first one was just as enticing so I fondled it and licked its nipple also. With one beautiful globe in either hand, I alternated licking their lovely nipples. Jenifer murmured her appreciation, and I continued to make love to her gorgeous glands. I clamped my lips onto one of them and sucked gently while flicking the nipple with my tongue. Then it was the other one's turn. I sucked the delectable globe and licked the areola, pleasuring both of us with my tongue and her succulent mounds. Both of these beauties got equal treatment for a long while until I started licking my way down Jenifer's belly.

When I reached Jenifer's soft, brown pubic hair, I switched positions to kneel between her spread legs. I placed a pillow under her ass, arranged my shoulders on the undersides of her thighs and gazed on the sweet, wet pussy that was ready for my oral pleasure. The first thing I did was to lick all the delicious juices from her pussy. The well-trimmed pubic hair was soaked, and the fragrance of that hair added almost as much pleasure as the taste of the juices that were available. I was especially sure to lick everything from Jenifer's adorable love hole because that was where the juices were the freshest and most delicious and because I so much enjoy the taste and feel of that delightful place on my tongue. The first time I ate her pussy, Jenifer wanted me to stick my finger in it. This caused me to take affront. I have eaten pussies thousands of times, and the women have always cum, every time with no exceptions, sometimes explosively, sometimes multiple times, but always to our mutual satisfaction, and I have never had to digitally stimulate their pussies. This request I considered to be an insult to my abilities. I did not put my finger in her pussy while I ate it, and I brought Jenifer to two howling, limb-thrashing, blanket-clutching climaxes, and she never again asked me to stick my finger in her.

I wanted to spend a lot of time eating Jenifer's pussy: first because I truly love eating her and the longer I eat her, the more I love it; second because she had sucked me off so well and I felt I owed it to her and third, even with Viagra, it would take a while for my cock to get hard enough for the fucking that would follow. Jenifer was already moaning in pleasure and she was highly aroused, partly from her extended massaging of me and sucking my cock and partly from my oral attentions to her. After I had eaten all her delectable juices, my tongue started to probe between an inner and an outer pussy lip. I moved slowly in this sensitive spot because Jenifer was moaning more loudly in pleasure and her pussy was already humping into my face. Knowing how much she enjoys cumming and how much I enjoy having her cum, I decided to bring Jenifer to two climaxes, one fast and the second slowly. My lips clamped down around her clit and my tongue started probing and flicking and caressing that adorable love button. After a minute of this her pussy was thrusting even more strongly against my face. After five minutes of this, her moans turned to howling "Oh, God, oh God, I'm cumming". Telling me this was unnecessary because her back was arched so that her ass was off the bed, her thighs were clamped around my temples and her hands were on the back of my head, jamming my face tightly into her pussy. As she continued cumming, her ass bounced up and down on the bed while she thrust her pussy into my face and she was howling incoherently. My lips remained clamped around her clit and my tongue continued its tender, loving caressing. As Jenifer climaxed, her arms slammed down on the bed beside her and her legs oscillated from side to side with my head still held tightly. When she was done, her arms lay straight out at her sides, her legs were draped over my shoulders and her cum juices were running out of her pussy. To avoid wasting any more of this nectar than I could help, I moved quickly and licked it out of her beautiful love hole.

After feasting on her nectar I started nibbling, using my lips only, on one of the outer labia. I started below her love hole and nibbled my way up this pussy lip, licking a small area and then nibbling it with my lips, past her clit and avoiding contact with that sweet button. Then I treated the other outer lip to the same licks and nibbley butterfly kisses, using only my lips. The outer labia tend to be less sensitive than other parts of the pussy but I like to lick and suck everything, and Jenifer was already expressing her pleasure. Next I probed the seam between the first outer lip and the inner lip. I thoroughly licked and sucked on this much more sensitive area, and when I stopped, just short of the beautiful love button, Jenifer was already moaning and her pussy was slowly humping into my face. She was lubricating heavily so I licked the fresh juices out of her love hole, lingering to enjoy the taste and texture of that delightful place. Then my tongue got busy on the other seam, again licking and sucking my way to her adorable clit. This time, when I reached that sweet love button my tongue gently caressed it, but not hard enough to start Jenifer cumming. Her thigh muscles flexed and her legs rotated slightly out so her pussy was completely presented to my mouth. The humping became even stronger and a fresh burst of juice lubricated her love hole. I eagerly consumed this tasty treat.

Jenifer was moaning even louder, even panting, as I continued to thoroughly probe her inner pussy lips with my tongue. Besides her pussy humping into my face, her ass was swiveling on the bed, causing her legs to alternately thrust beside my face, much like two pistons. "I'm ready to cum", Jenifer moaned. "Lick my clit." First I licked up all the fresh pussy juices that had been secreted by her love hole. Then I reconnoitered her engorged clit, licking it gently all around before clamping my mouth tightly on the sweetest of all sweet spots. I sucked on it strongly, like I had sucked on her lovely titties earlier, and my tongue strongly probed all around. After a few minutes of this, Jenifer started cumming. This time she didn't tell me but I really didn't need to hear it. Her arms alternated between flailing the bed and jamming my face into her pussy. Her legs were locked around my head, which was good because I was able to keep my mouth on her clit, and to continue the sucking and licking as Jenifer continued cumming. "Ahhhhhhh", she howled. When she climaxed, it was with a great spasm and her ass lifted completely off the bed. Again, her legs, still imprisoning my head, oscillated until she was finished, and lay on her back in exhaustion, her arms out at her side, both hands clutching the blanket. One leg lay flat on the bed and the other was still hooked around my neck. I devoured her delicious fresh cum juices and moved up on the bed to cuddle with her.

Sexual etiquette dictates that I should wipe off my face before kissing my partner but I knew Jenifer likes the taste of her own pussy juices, almost as much as she liked my cum so I let them stay on my face. Sure enough, after resting for a few minutes, she turned to me and licked around my mouth and chin before kissing my lips. Then Jenifer grinned lewdly and said "Let's fuck". I got up and took a condom off the headboard. The Viagra had taken effect while I was eating her pussy and my cock was hard and ready.

After I put on my condom, I lay on my back and Jenifer straddled me. On our first encounter she wanted to fuck doggie style. Since I consider doggie to be a good position only under certain circumstances, none of which existed at that time and place, I asked her why. Jenifer wanted to be able to play with her clit in order to cum. This was an affront to me because I have fucked women thousands of times, and everyone of them has cum, and none of them has ever had to play with her own clit, although sometimes I have played with it. I described the advantages of the cowgirl position and we tried it. After cumming thunderously, she conceded that the cowgirl position did have its advantages, and we have used it ever since.

She rubbed the tip of my cock against her clit, then rose up and inserted the head into her sopping wet pussy. Jenifer enjoys making love with me that she lubricates just thinking about it. She stayed that way for a few seconds, then slowly sank down, impaling herself on my rod, until her pubic hair mingled with mine. Then Jenifer rose up again, until the just the head was still in, then back down again, slowly. Some of the advantages of the cowgirl position are that she is able to control the depth of the penetration and the speed of the strokes. She was also able to control the angle of the strokes and she started swinging her hips back and then forward so the base of my cock massaged the underside of her clit, and her pussy massaged my cock. Jenifer and I were both moaning in pleasure from the stimulation. Being in no hurry for either of us to finish, and wanting my cock to caress all of her love hole, Jenifer started rocking sideways. Then she started bouncing up and down, always making sure my cock was rubbing mainly on the upper part of her love hole, to give maximum stimulation to her clit. Jenifer was sighing and moaning and panting and describing how great my cock felt in her pussy. She seemed on the verge of cumming, while I was still a long way from it so I suggested she go for two orgasms. She happily agreed because she really likes cumming, and she knows how much I like it when she cums several timesJenifer started swinging her hips back and forth again but she was making stronger and faster strokes. I could feel her clit digging into the top of my cock and her moaning was louder. After a few minutes of this she sang out "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, God, I'm cumming!!", and she sprawled forward, with her clit losing its contact with my cock. Because I know that Jenifer or any other woman most enjoys cumming when the stimulation continues, I grabbed her hips and started jamming her pussy down while thrusting my cock up. Jenifer's hips were gyrating wildly on top of me but I kept the good contact between us. Her arms went under mine and she held on tightly. She climaxed with a great jerk of her hips and by biting my shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. Then she relaxed on top of me. I knew she would want more, and my cock was still hard so I kept it imbedded in her pussy to wait until she was ready to resume fucking.

It didn't take long. Jenifer straightened up and moved her legs so she was straddling me again. She started her slow stroking, and when she rose up for the first time, a gush of her juices poured from her pussy. I enjoyed the aroma but I regretted that I would not be able to enjoy the delicious taste. After the first few slow strokes Jenifer started to swivel her hips, resulting in a great new sensation to my cock and her pussy as the inside of her love hole rubbed laterally against my erect shaft. She continued this motion for several minutes then switched to up and down and I could see her beautiful breasts bouncing in front of my face. One of the things I favor about the cowgirl position is that it is a visual delight, with Jenifer's blissful face, her bouncing breasts and my cock sliding slowly in and out of her pussy. It can be a tactile delight as well and I was itching to fondle her shapely globes and take them into my mouth. As she moved up and down, she was leaning slightly back so my cock stimulated the underside of her clit at every stroke. Jenifer was moaning in pleasure, and I was moaning in unison with her because the underside of her sweet love button was also massaging the top of my cock.

Both of us wanted the fucking to last as long as possible so she frequently changed her position on top of me. The next one was her leaning forward and thrusting her pussy back to get more penetration. This position brought her upper body closer to me so I reached out and gently fondled her lovely bosom. Jenifer leaned forward closer to me and I was able to lick her adorable nipples, one after the other. We started kissing then; my cock was thrusting into her pussy, her pussy was thrusting back to envelope my cock and we were pressing our tongues together at the same slow, regular pace.

Jenifer had other variations available and she used them. With our mouths still tightly locked together, she straightened out her legs so she was lying on top of me, with her legs outside of mine in the feminine superior position. I reached down, grasped her asscheeks, being careful not to touch the hole itself, and spread them. Jenifer has a certain aversion to somebody touching her anus, which she has never explained to me, and I respect her privacy. I bent my knees, raising my thighs, and spreading her legs a bit more. Using her asscheeks as handles, I pushed her pussy down to meet my cock as I thrust even deeper into her. The contact with her clit wasn't as good using this position but the deeper penetration of my cock into her pussy made up for it. Jenifer broke off the kissing and whispered to me how great my cock felt inside her and how much she enjoyed fucking with me. I told her how wonderful her pussy was and how good she was at fucking and how I wanted to keep this up for as long as we could. After the spoken kissing we went back to the silent kissing and continued this way, for a long while, our lips locked together, my hands and thighs spreading her legs and me driving my cock into her pussy with the slow, ultra-deep strokes.

The next position Jenifer chose was to sit upright, in the cowgirl position again, and to rock from side to side so my cock would caress the entire inside of her love hole. Since our mouths were no longer busy kissing, we were both moaning and sighing with pleasure. She varied her motion a bit, swinging her hips back and forth, and then she changed again into more of a clockwise motion, rising partially off my cock, swinging across and then sinking back down so my cock was fully imbedded again. Jenifer continued like this, changing every few strokes to prolong our mutual ecstasy but I could tell from her moaning and panting that she was close to cumming again. I could feel my own climax building also.

"I'm almost ready to cum", she declared, raggedly.

"Me too."

Jenifer once again started the forward and back strokes she had used to cum earlier. I put my hands on her hips to steady her so we would keep the best contact when she started cumming. I wanted to time my own climax to coincide as closely as I could with hers. Back and forth she swung her hips, faster now, and again I could feel her clit scraping my cock. This went on for a few minutes and then "Oh, God! Oh, God!" she howled. "I'm cumming." She pitched forward again. This time she tried to catch herself with her hands on my chest, but she was too weak while she was cumming, and she sprawled forward on top of me. Each of her hands was squeezing a handful of my chest, but I was too ecstatic to feel any pain. Jenifer's legs shot out behind her but I kept a tight hold on her hips, continuing to jam her pussy onto my cock while I was ramming my cock into her pussy. I climaxed then, ejaculating heavily into my condom just as Jenifer spasmed her climax, letting go of my chest and wrapping her arms around my head, her legs straight and stiff behind her, and her back trying to arch but unable to because of the tight grip her arms had on my head. This time I avoided her teeth. We lay together, both of us too tired to do anything more strenuous than hugging each other, and not wanting to do anything but hug each other anyhow.

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My wife makes some new young friends !

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When our children left home, my 54 y.o. wife Prue and I moved house to a new area where we didn't really know anyone locally. Some evenings I got a little bored and one night decided to go out for a couple of beers at the local pub. Once at the pub I had a couple of drinks and started to make casual acquaintance

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Mr.Denton part 1

LittleLizzie 5097 days ago on Sex Stories

It was a couple of weeks after my 17th birthday when due to my terrible grades my mother decided I needed a tutor to help me with my studies. She found someone with all the appropriate qualifications and organised my first class for 12 noon the next saturday.

I woke up on saturday around 9 and stumbled into the shower I washed myself and walked into my bedroom. I admired myself in the full length mirror. I was about 5' 6" with and average build and soft feminin curves long wavey red hair and huge green eyes. I was proud of my frame and loved my small pert breasts with their round pink nipples. I pulled on a denim skirt and a tank top. It was hot as hell and I knew there was no point putting anything else on.

The doorbell rang at exactly 12 noon. I got up and walke

d to the door, everyone else had left too give me space for the two hours he was going to be here. I opened the door and my jaw dropped. He was so hot. He was about 30 with deep blue eyes short blonde hair and a strong physique.

"Hi. It's Alice right?"

he extended a strong hand and I shock it, the contact made my heart leap.

"uummm...Yes! thats me. please come in"

I lead him to the kitchen table, it had been all set up for the lesson, I sat down and felt a little dizzie as he sat down and pulled the chair right beside me. He was so perfect like a greek god and he smelt so good.

"ok where will we start"

I jumped I had been day dreaming.

"well I need the most help with english lit at the moment...mostly shakespeare"

he smiled and his whole face lit up. He laughed a little and produced a copy of 'A Midsomer Nights Dream'.

"well thats as good a place as any"

He began to read and explain what the play was about to me. It was all so funny and romantic that I got swept up in it and in a moment of courage I slid my hand onto his knee and leaned in giving him a good view of my pert breasts. I heard his breath catch in his throat as his fingers slid into mine. I looked into his beautiful eyes and he kissed me hard pulling me into his arms my body pressed to his. I moaned a little and wrapped m arms around his waist. He pulled away suddenly.

"we can't. I hardly know you...and you are only 17. I would feel so bad about it"

This time I kissed him just as hard as he had kissed me as i climbed onto his lap.

"I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone in my whole life. I know I am only 17 but I know I can please you. All I ask is that you let me"

He bit his lip and smiled at me again picking me up. He threw me down on the couch and kneeled beside me kissing down to my cheast. He pulled off my Tank top and unhooked my bra. He grabbed my breasts and began sucking and licking them. Taking one nipple between his teeth he bit it softly at first and them harder and harder till I was moaning hard.

I could feel his manhood pressing against my hip and I reached down. I unbuckeled his belt and them unzipping his jeans I slide my hand in and freed his throbbing memeber. I looked down and the biggest cock I had ever seen looked back up at me. It had tobe at least 9 inches long and anothe inch and a half wide. It pulsed in my hand and grew another inch or so as I began to strooke it.

"damnalice that feels so fucking good"

he moand loudely and began to pull at my skirt till he was able o slide his hand along my thigh and up to my allready wet pussy. He slide one and then two fingers into my tight slight. His breathing got heavier as I began to work his now rock solid cock faster. I bit his ear and wishpered

"fuck me right now"

He growled deeply and pulled me ontop of him. I positioned myself above him and he pulled me down hard onto his huge cock. I felt as though I was going to burst, It was so good and so sore at the same time. We rolled onto the floor and he pushed himself ontop of my pinning my leg behind his shoulder as he fucked me harder.

"you are so fucking tight Alice I think I am going to explode"

I moan and moaned till I could hardly breeth my body pulsing with heat and desire. I dug my nails into his cheast and dragged them down hard leaving lond red marks behind them.

"fuck me harder fuck me fuck me fuck me"

I was screaming now as he plunged so deep inside me it felt like he would poke out of my belly button. I could feel my little slit tighten around him as I began to cum.

"I'm cumming I'm cumming harder harder please harder"

I felt him tense up above me

"I'm cumming too Alice fuck"

he pulled out and exploded all over my nearly naked pussy. I smiled up at him as I began to massage my jizz soaked hole. He kissed me softly and then glanced up at the clock.

"come on little miss its only 1 and we have all of the second act to finish"

I giggled and and put my clothes back on. To this day I can still remember ever word of the second act.

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