by Ella Hilton
In the blink of the proverbial eye, you are taking most of my 7" cock into your throat and then out again. As you slide upwards, your soft hand encircles my shaft and strokes it repeatedly. My tongue in now laving the hard little clit at the entrance of your pussy and each pass over it sends your hips forward. Pulling away for a moment, I replace my tongue with two, then three, fingers and curl them forward. I move my tongue back to your clit and flick it in concert with the thrusts of my fingers.
As I am doing this, my curled fingers find that magical spot inside you and your orgasm is such that I must slide my hand around to your tight ass to hold you against my mouth. I am rewarded with a spray of cum as it floods my mouth and I savor every delightful drop.
This ignites your efforts and you draw my cock deep into your mouth and with swallowing motions, use your powerful throat muscles to milk every drop from me as I climax in your mouth. We are both in the throes of several spasms of ongoing orgasms until we fall back fully spent.
I turn around so we are lying together and, turning slightly, reach to the sofa to pull a warm afghan over us. We burrow together into the assorted pillows and snuggle together in the warmth of the still glowing fire. As we exchange kisses of love and whisper those eternal words to each other, we slide into a deep sleep in each other's arms.
Ah, my snow angel. I know I will dream of you this night.
The Falls
The day was cold and rainy when you got the call from me. There would be a limo waiting for you after work. You were not to pack anything, all is taken care of. Just get in the limo and let it take you to your destination. You trusted me and I could hear the excitement in your voice just before I hung up.
It was still raining when the limo arrived. It’s not what you expected. A black Durango R/T. Inside it had been converted to a very comfortable ride, with a TV, DVD, pillows and blankets, and even a small refrigerator. Your driver informed you of the destination… Niagara Falls.
Some hours later you finally see the falls. Your excitement builds as you cross the bridge into Canada. The driver turns and you begin to ascend a hill. At the top of the hill is a very modern house. The SUV stops and the driver opens the door. You step out onto an ornate marble sidewalk. It is very quiet and you can hear the sound of a storm in the distance. You begin walking along the path, the only sound is the clicking of your heels against the sidewalk. Soon, you come to a 12 foot waterfall, emptying into a koi pond. You stop and admire the fish for a few minutes, resting after your long drive.
From the pond you see a large chrome and glass door. You walk over and try it and the door swings silently open. As you step into the foyer you hear the rumbling of taiko drums from another room in the house. You follow the sound and enter a large living room with a leather sofa, glass tables and many hi tech goodies. You grin because you know what a techie I am. Through the sliding glass doors you see the deck with an amazing view of the falls.
As you stand out on the deck admiring the falls, you look to the west and see a storm coming. Large purplish-black clouds with lightning lighting them up. A slight breeze kicks up, but it’s not cold yet.
I watch you for a few moments from the doorway. You are beautiful, red hair down just past your shoulders, a nice full butt stretching the tight black dress you are wearing. Black high heeled shoes that shape your calves into the beautiful diamond shape I love so much. I walk over to you and approach you from behind. My hands encircle your waist and you lean back into me. I kiss your neck and hear the murmur of appreciation. You try to turn, but I don’t let you. I continue to kiss your neck and shoulders. My hands begin to lightly stroke your hips and stomach. You moan softly. My touch has always excited you.
As I kiss and touch you, I feel you pushing back against me. I know you can feel the hardness in my pants, but you don’t react. This will prolong our mutual seduction. Slowly I begin to caress your breasts, they are large and heavy, the way I remembered them. I can feel your nipples begin to harden under my touch. You moan softly as I continue to pinch and squeeze them. Finally, I allow you to turn and face me.
We look into each others eyes and smile. No words, only kisses are exchanged. Our mouths meet and tongues begin to intertwine. I can taste your gum on your breath… mint. I feel your hands slide down my back and grab my butt and pull me in to you. You have become more aggressive over the years and I like it. You begin to unbutton my shirt and kiss my chest… slowly working your way down.
You kneel in front of me and unzip my pants and pull my cock out into the cool air. I feel you squeeze it and your tongue on the tip. This is the first time we have done this and I look forward to it in anticipation. You lick up and down the shaft and massage my balls. Finally, you open your mouth wide and take my cock into it. It feels so good, warm and wet. I push forward, putting even more in your mouth and you moan. You take it all and look at me with your beautiful green eyes as my cock fills your mouth.
After a short time I stand you up and turn you around again and unzip your dress, letting it fall to the deck. As you turn around, I admire your beautiful breasts. Large, pink nipples… so hard, begging to be sucked. My eyes travel down your stomach and to the black, hi-cut panties you are wearing. I slip a hand down your stomach, between your legs and feel the heat and wetness there… I feel your anticipation. You slide the panties down for me and show me your pussy. I can see how wet you are. You take a finger and slide it up and down your slit and then offer it to me for a taste… delicious.
I walk you over to a couch sitting by the door under an awning. It begins to rain as we continue. I lean you back on the couch and spread your legs. Your pussy is so wet, it glistens in the dull light cast by the lamps around us and the lightning. I lean down and begin to lick the soft folds between your legs. You moan and squirm and grind into my face. Getting your juices all over my face… I love your taste. I look up and watch you playing with your breasts, moaning, pinching your nipples… eyes closed, your face in ecstasy. You begin to buck and moan loudly as you have your first orgasm. You drench my face and then lie back, exhausted… but only for the moment.
You climb off the couch and pull me to my feet and help me undress. By this time my cock has hardened again and you begin to stroke it. You push me back on the couch and straddle me. You begin to rub the head of my cock against your pussy, getting it wet. You lean down and kiss me and then I feel my cock slide into you. You are so tight, I feel you gripping me and begin to slide up and down my hard dick.
You lean back and I slide in a little deeper. I feel your hips grinding into me. You lean forward and dangle your large breasts in my face, inviting me to suck them. I take a nipple into my mouth and feel it harden. You moan and begin to grind harder into me. You place your hands on my chest and slam your pussy onto my cock. It feels so good as the storm howls around us, but we are oblivious. You pound into me harder and harder. Finally, you let out a scream and come again. I feel your pussy flooding and it drives me over the edge. I come inside you in one thrust and you moan again as my orgasm triggers another one of yours. You collapse on top of me and we kiss.
The first of many this weekend.
The End.
An Ideal World?
She looked up at me. I glanced into her eyes for a moment, then let my gaze move down the front of her dress. It was a great angle; I could clearly see the swell of her breasts. As she looked away and bent forward to clean the polish from the floor, I let my eyes wander over the rest of her body. Not that I could see much else with her nicely rounded arse facing me though. My body began its usual instant response and I moved to ease the discomfort.
I waited until she finished cleaning the mess. In the way of the English, I offered her my arm and helped her to stand. She was about 5'8", not much shorter than me. She was pretty too. Black hair with tight curls, clear dark brown eyes set against her dark skin. She wasn't full black African though; her nose was distinctly European in shape. The name badge on her uniform read 'Thandi'.
"I'm sorry Sir for the mess. I've cleaned it up. I'll come back later to finish the rest of your room," her voice was quiet, a little breathless, eyes not quite meeting mine.
"Yes, I'd like to see you later. About 8 o'clock, ok?" Realising I hadn't let her hand go, I pulled her toward me before she could answer and kissed her full lips. She moved away a little in surprise. I saw she understood what I wanted from her though. My desire was reflected in her eyes. She nodded in agreement. I watched her gather her cleaning equipment and walk gracefully out the door.
I opened the door to her at 8. She walked into the room and straight into my arms. There was no hesitation. We both wanted to know the other intimately; wasting no time we walked hand in hand to the bedroom. I undressed her slowly; my eyes travelled the full length of her well-proportioned naked body as she lay on the bed. My desire for her was obvious as I undressed.
Even with my tanned body I still looked pale as I lay beside her. My white hand held her dark breast with its hard nipple. It looked and felt so perfect to hold her. To kiss her was like sinking into a warm oblivion. Nothing else existed. Closing my eyes she filled my senses, arousing me to aching need. I knew she felt momentary pain as I entered her hot tight body. I tasted the salty tears as I kissed her face. Our lovemaking lasted the whole night. Her natural delight in the pleasure I gave her was arousing in itself. It seemed we would never have enough of each other. In the hours of the morning, we slept contentedly, our legs entwined.
I awoke as the sun hit my face. Reaching across the bed I found it empty. Her clothes had gone from the chair. She'd left the hotel. The feeling of being alone yet again washed over me. I quashed it down.
I showered, drank coffee and thought about her. In a way she'd reminded me of the last virgin I took. Almost twenty years ago to the day and not more than 20 minutes drive from where I was staying right now.
I'd met that one accidentally. I'd left my motorbike at the hotel deciding to take a bus to the city instead. I'd been waiting at the bus stop when she came in to shelter from the rain. I hadn't seen the 'Black Only' sign.
I'd read a little about the segregation in South Africa, but hadn't experienced much at first hand, having basically kept to my hotel room since I'd arrived three days earlier. In no uncertain terms she had told me I shouldn't be there, I'd chosen the wrong bus stop. It hadn't taken long for us to begin chatting though. We kept contact with each other in the two weeks I was in her country, meeting in secrecy every day. Back then, it wasn't the done thing for a coloured girl to spend time with a white man. We couldn't eat together publicly either. Apartheid reared its ugly head even in restaurants.
So, we met usually at night in my hotel room. The inevitable happened. Her intelligence had drawn me initially, while her beauty held me. We made love on my bed. The first time my entry had been painful, but she'd welcomed my loving, had even begged for more.
My return ticket that time only had two weeks left. We spent every moment of every night together. Parting was difficult for us both. I couldn't take her with me, she knew she couldn't leave her own country. We'd agreed to end our contact, to not write or phone. Now, twenty years later, I found myself wondering where she was. Wondering if she was married, if she had a family of her own.
I had no family; my parents had died in a car accident over thirty years ago. I preferred the nomadic lifestyle I'd been free to live ever since. Though England was my home, I'd managed to work and travel almost every continent intermittently. I didn't have the urge to settle. In fact, I was happier when I was living out of my backpack.
A knock brought me back to the present. Opening the wooden door I stood staring at her. Zanele, the woman I'd only moments ago been thinking and wondering about stood in front of me. She didn't look much different. A little thicker around the waist and face was about all. Her hair was still in the same style, her clothes similar. The intervening 20 years had added no wrinkles, but had enhanced her smile. Glancing down, I saw she wore no wedding ring.
"Hi Jake, I bet you didn't expect to ever see me again," her voice quiet but steady.
"No dear, I can't say I expected to, but I have hoped."
"I've only come to tell you something important. It turns out it's more important than I expected it would ever be," she twisted her fingers together.
"Come in then. Sit down and tell me," waving her to a chair. Sitting opposite, I relaxed back with calm composure and waited.
She took a deep breath. Straightening her back, looking directly into my eyes she spoke. "I know you've met Thandi. She told me this morning that she'd spent the night with you." A pause then, "What neither of you realise is that Thandi is our daughter."
My head spun with what she told me. Sitting forward in my chair, I covered my face with my hands needing time to digest her words.
I felt her arms wrap around me. She rocked me back and forth until my breathing calmed. My thoughts slowed and I inhaled her scent. She hadn't changed there either. My body began its usual instinctive reaction. Confusion filled me. How could it be that I wanted this woman when I had only hours before lain with her daughter? Lain with my own daughter. All the daggers of hell would descend on me now. I could never put right the wrong I'd done. I couldn't speak, couldn't utter the damning words that would push Zanele away from me forever.
"It's ok," she whispered. "I know what happened between you. Thandi told me everything. Beyond anything, I understand why it happened. Soon you'll see things will work out for the three of us," she smiled knowingly.
I held her tightly against me for a while. Then standing, I paced the room.
"I have an idea."
My head spun to her. "Oh yes? What can we possibly do about this? It can't continue and yet how will I stop loving two women? Do I choose between you? Do I leave and make sure I never return? What? What's your idea?" I stopped in front of her.
"We'll move to America. Find somewhere to live where people are non-judgmental. Live together as a family, loving each other as we wish to love."
As stupid a notion as it sounded, it held the answer to what I wanted. To what I'd been missing in my life. I hadn't realised it until that moment. I wanted them both and I wanted to make love to them both. Life without them wouldn't be worth existing in. But it wouldn't be possible to live that way in my English country village. The racism would be too much to live with. There was a chance it would be possible in South Africa.
"Why don't we live here?"
"Maybe in another 20 years a relationship like ours could survive here. Not yet. There's still too much ingrained apartheid around. It needs time to heal. America would be a good place to live. From what I've heard, people there are treated equally no matter what race or colour one is. We'd be freer there than anywhere else in the world," she looked at me hope etched on her face.
"Let me ask you a question," I stopped a moment to think before speaking again. Sitting down beside her, I took both of her hands in mine. Looking deeply into her eyes I asked "Why do you want us to live together with me able to make love to you both at any time I wanted?"
She smiled mysteriously. "I love you both."
The End.
Dinner With Isabelle
It's a damp night, and the cab was late so we're in a hurry when I pick you up. We barely have time for a quick kiss before we're off for our dinner reservation.
In the car you keep your coat tight around you. I notice but don't mention it as we chat about the movie we plan to see after dinner. Quickly enough the car arrives at the restaurant, and we run through the rain to the door. I have reserved a corner table, far enough from the crowd so we'll have some privacy. The waiter takes your coat, and I can feel every eye in the room lock on you. You are wearing the shortest skirt I've ever seen you in, and the sheerest blouse. Even in the dim light of the dining room it's very obvious you're not wearing a bra. "Wow!" I sputter, "You look great!"
"No panties either," you whisper, "just the thigh highs you
like."
"Is this my surprise?"
"Part of it, just the beginning." The smile on your face is decidedly wicked. All the men stare at you, waiting for you to sit down. Only when their dates catch them do they look away. You look so hot, and your nipples almost poke through the fabric. What a sight!
A waiter comes to the table for our drink order. He can barely keep his eyes off your cleavage as he recites the wine list to me. As he leaves I say, "You sure tortured him, you tramp."
"I hope so," you reply, "and you too?"
"God yes, its gonna be tough to sit here and stare at your breasts all through dinner."
"Good!" you grin back at me. The wine arrives, the glasses are filled, and you propose a toast. "To an evening of surprises" you say, raising your glass. "It has been already," I say. The waiter, his eyes never leaving your chest, asks for our order. "We want the raw vegetable platter," you tell him, "with the house dressing, for starters." He leaves and I notice how the wait staff seems to be doing all they can to busy themselves at the tables near to ours. You've caused quite a commotion.
