Then her whole body melted into an intense orgasm, and she went limp. Her upper body, held carefully by Jeff, drifted backwards until she was hanging upside down. Jeff's tongue was still planted inside her, and his arms were holding her tight against him. As she slowly regained consciousness, she realized that from her upside down position, Jeff's cock was just inches from her mouth. She ravenously took him back into her mouth, part from passion and part from future self preservation. She couldn't take a chance on putting that erect thing inside her.
Luckily, his strength and her training as a gymnast made it easy for her to complete the standing reverse 69, and Jeff was even able to walk them over to the full length mirror so he could observe the reflection of the odd position. He decided that Melody looked pretty good upside down with his cock in her mouth.
After enjoying 69 for quite a while, Jeff lifted her away from him, and in one quick move flipped her 180 degrees in the air, so now she was right side up, facing away from him. She caught a glimpse of him in the mirror, holding her up in the air like a rag doll. She was literally half his size, and with his overpowering strength she was totally at his whim. And she realized that her ass was poised above his cock, and all he had to do was lower her down to where she would be impaled on his spear.
Then he was doing what he feared, lowering her down, and he felt the hardness of his cock coming in contact with her ass. She closed her eyes and prayed she would pass out, but then suddenly he let his cock slip forward so that instead of penetrating her, it was running along her slit. She looked in the mirror and saw that she was riding on top of his cock like it was a balance beam. She also saw him smiling at her. She smiled back and began grinding her hips back against him, rubbing her clit up against the top of his cock. They were both mesmerized watching the scene in the mirror, the huge mountain of a man grinding hips together with the spindly little girl half his size. She dropped a hand between her legs to add some friendly stimulation.
It looked like she was straddling the beam she had spent many hours in gymnastics on, and it also felt like she was riding a wooden beam. In fact, as she looked at the reflection in the mirror, she realized that while he was using his hands to steady her, most of her weight was resting on his cock. Her feet were off the ground, and she wrapped her legs around his. Amazingly, he lifted his hands off of her completely, and she was balanced, even lifted up, by his magnificent erection.
Briefly, Jeff had the urge to pull his cock back and then ram it home, but he had told himself that he couldn't do that, it would be too much for her. She was just too small.
She was surely enjoying the ride though, and he could tell she was approaching another orgasm. She was grinding against him hard, her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. She shrieked and then whimpered, and then she fell completely limp, and he eased her body down to the floor and lay beside her. She was unable to move for awhile, and Jeff was starting to get concerned when she rolled over on her side and put a hand on his chest.
"So, is there anywhere else you want to put it?" she asked softly.
He looked at her carefully. "I'm ok...I..I don't want to hurt you," he said.
She smiled. "You haven't hurt me yet," she smiled. "Get on the bed."
Jeff obeyed, climbing onto his back, and Melody got above him and straddled him. She pointed his cock into the air and got herself lined up, and began to ease herself down. It looked like she was getting ready to put a 10 lb sausage in a 5 lb bag.
"Melody wait," he said. "Are you sure about this?"
She nodded with determination and eased down closer.
"Wait, there's something else," Jeff said.
"What is it now?" she said almost impatiently.
"I've..I've never done this..." he said slowly. "I've never gone all the way."
"What?" she exclaimed, moving back and sitting on his legs. "Mr. Stud Football jock with all the girls chasing him has never gone all the way?"
He blushed. "I guess it never felt right before," he said.
She looked at him carefully. "Does it feel right now?" she asked.
"Yes, but I don't want you to do this because you have to," he said.
She rolled off the bed, walked over to a cabinet beside her bed, and got out a bottle of massage oil. She climbed back on the bed, straddled him again, and poured oil out over his cock, spreading it out over his legs, stomach and chest. Then she poured some on herself, rubbing it slowly in, watching Jeff watch her put on the show.
"Trust me," she whispered. "I want to."
She moved into position on top of him, her hands on the bed on either side of him, and eased herself onto his cock. The oil provided enough lubrication so that she took him inside her surprisingly easy, though her eyes still got big as he filled her. She managed to get about half of him inside of her before she stopped and then eased slowly back up, then back down again. She worked into a gradual rhythm, balancing herself above him as she slowly, but surely took a little more of him in each time she came down.
It took a lot of resolve on Jeff's part, but he lay still the entire time. He was aching to grab her hips and drive it fully home, but he really didn't want to hurt her. He could sense that it wasn't easy for her, but he could also tell by her expressions that she was enjoying it.
Finally, after what seemed like an hour of slowly taking him in, Melody sat up and put her hands over her breasts. She lifted up so she was poised at the top of his cock, and then she sighed and let her body sink down onto him. He watched in total amazement as he slid fully and completely inside her.
She was still for a moment, getting accustomed to being so completely filled, and then she shuddered and immediately began a slow, gyrating grind on top of him. Her passionate moans were indication enough to him that she was not in pain, and his hands found her hips and he began to gently move along with her.
Their eyes met for a moment, and then shockingly, Melody leaned forward and kissed him. She kissed him softly at first, but then she became more passionate, and then just as suddenly as she started she stopped, leaned back and blushed. She was making love with the man she had disliked with a passion for many years.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I got caught up in the moment I guess."
Jeff stared at her for a moment, and then sat up in the bed. He took her into his arms, pulled her close to him, and then kissed her back. In the gathering darkness of the late afternoon, two childhood friends, teen-age enemies, and newly found lovers softly but passionately kissed as the rest of the world melted away.
"I never would've expected it to be like this," Melody whispered into his ear.
He looked into her eyes with confusion.
"This is my first time too," she said quietly. She looked down briefly, almost embarrassed, and then lifted her eyes up to meet his. "As odd as it sounds, somehow I always knew it would be you."
As he looked into her eyes, the years between them seemed to melt together, and he felt an overwhelming sense of connection. They kissed and held onto each other tightly, making love for a very, very long time.
Later on, as they lay weary but fulfilled on the bed, their arms and legs intertwined and her head on his chest, they both shared memories of their youth, laughing as they rebuilt the connection that had been broken. They also couldn't help but laugh at the bizarre set of circumstances that had brought them back together.
"Actually, I think I kinda like being a vegetarian," Jeff said. "I felt pretty strong this week."
Melody's hand came down and lightly caressed his cock. "Well I might just become an occasional meat eater," she smiled.
"Ha. Well, I've decided that I'm not going to make you wear my shirt," he said. "But you do still owe me a turtle ride."
Melody got a devilish smile on her face and moved into position on all fours on the bed, arching her back seductively. "Climb aboard," she said. "Double or nothing."
The End.
Rain On A Hot Day
It's such a hot and sticky day that I have to take
you out for a walk in the countryside and have my hands all over your arse as we're walking along, feeling you through your knickers and summer dress. When we reach a quiet, grassy area that's not overlooked, I stop you with a kiss, drawing my hands up to cup your breasts and then tenderly take each out in turn to be licked and the nipples gently nibbled. You shudder gently, closing your eyes and focusing on the exquisite feelings shooting through you as your pussy starts to get very slippery and you can feel the dampness spreading along your panty gusset. My hands start to lift your dress until I have a view of your knickers - they're full-bottomed and white, and they look well worn and wet as I slip my hand between your thighs and you open your stance to give me total access. I can see the wet spot where your hot pussy has been leaking stickiness and as I pull the gusset inside-out to look at your wet slit I can see the pee staining on the inside of the material and I know that you've not been wiping yourself when you've been peeing, knowing how I relish seeing and tasting your dirty panties.
You tell me how you are really needing the toilet right now and you ask whether I'd like to watch; I tell you how I'd like to be part of the experience, not just to watch. I take off my jeans and sit on the soft grass as you lift your dress, stand over me and start to let go in your knickers. The hot nectar starts to spread out across your gusset as the material is quite absorbent; soon it starts to pour from them though and I feel it splashing all over my body and my cock has grown to its full eight inches, reacting excitedly to the feel of hot wetness against it.
I love the feel of the hot pee but I know that it tastes so good too, so I hold your bottom and draw your pussy towards my face, where I taste the wonderful yellow liquid as it streams through your panties. As you wet yourself for me I slip a finger into your tight anus which gives way quickly as my finger is covered in your slippery juices and pee. I run it up inside you and fill you up with another two. I can feel that you are full in there and didn't get to release the pressure before you came out but that doesn't put me off, in fact it makes the idea of enjoying you anally even more exciting and kinky.
As the stream of hot pee has turned to a faint dribble, I bring you to the ground and position you on all fours, dress around your waist and wet knickers pulled down around your thighs. My penis is throbbing and engorged, it feels fit to burst and I want to be inside you so much that I can barely wait. I slip the head into your arse as it can slide in using the juices left there from my fingers; it then needs a bit of effort to push it further in and my hand guides it while you relax the muscles and absorb as much of it as you can. As my stiff cock works its way into your back passage it starts to feel resistance inside you and I know that I am not only filling you from the outside but compacting what was already there to make your bottom feel so full, so expanded, so intensely pleasurable and I know that being this intimate makes you feel so wanted, so wanton, so utterly filthy and dirty. After a few minutes of being drilled from behind you ask me for more - you need your pussy stretched wide and filled as well. I withdraw from your ring, wipe my cock in the seat of your knickers and pull them back around you. The hot pee has now cooled and the contrast of the heat from the friction we've created and the cold knickers helps make you shudder further.
I let you sit up as I lay down with my cock high in the air ready for you to impale yourself on. Keeping your dress hitched up, your knickers pulled to one side, you squat down and ease the tip of my cock inside your hot, wet, piss-dripping cunt and instinctively you feel the urge to set yourself down on me as fully as you can. The depth of it takes you by surprise - it pushes against your g-spot and then rises to your innermost regions. It feels so far inside you that it borders on pain but the pleasure is just excruciating. You know you're in control now, you know how to ride my cock to get the maximum length inside you and make you cum, and you keep riding that thick meat until your pussy muscles reach the point of no return and your vice-like grip of my cock tells me that you're cumming with a huge orgasm. The twitching muscles also take my cock to the point where the intensity is just too much and I know that I can't hold back any more. I need to release, I can't hold off any longer, your orgasm has triggered mine. I can feel the semen rising all the way and as I sense it spurting forth into your wet cunt I know that you'll be able to feel it, hot and wet, and that as I withdraw slowly you'll feel it even more.
My hands are up to hold your breasts as you fall forward onto me, planting a kiss on my lips as my penis deflates slightly, exertions over for the moment. I roll you over and take it out, then remove your knickers and put them on myself, loving the feeling of your cool pee against my skin.
As we set off, I can see the tell-tale sticky trails down the inside of your leg as my cum dribbles down, while I have your juices rubbing against me in my most intimate areas. We can barely walk but we make it mack to the path and continue on our way.
The End.
The Velvet Glove
I'd been seeing Carla for almost three years. It was a fading romance, with the emphasis on fading, rather than romance. A year of separate colleges hadn't done anything to pull us back together after the fading started in our last year of high school. I'd looked forward to the Memorial Day holiday as we'd both be home and maybe things would be better. In hindsight, looking forward to spending time with Carla and rejuvenating our relationship was optimistic of me.
We'd gone out for a reunion dinner on the Friday night and while it was pleasant, the spark still wasn't there and I didn't even try to prolong the evening by inviting her to visit to my bedroom. We'd made a tentative arrangement to meet up Sunday and planned to spend Saturday with our families. it was hard to figure what had gone wrong as we still liked each other and cared about each other, but the excitement that keeps a young relationship fired up was absent with no recent sightings. It seemed like all we needed for one of us to be brave enough to stop the agony.
I didn't rush over to Carla's house early Sunday. There seemed little point and I didn't know what we were going to do anyway. Her car was there when I pulled into the driveway just after lunch, so I expected her to be at home but I think that if no one had answered the door I would have been relieved. There was movement inside though and Kristi, Carla's older sister, opened the door, held back their golden retriever and let me in.
"She's not here." Kristi hugged me. It had been a few months since I'd seen her. "They all went out to look at a house dad is thinking of buying up by the lake. She didn't say you were coming around."
I screwed up my nose and tried not to show either relief or disappointment. "It's okay, we didn't have a firm plan."
Kristi walked through to the kitchen, obviously expecting me to follow. "Well, come in. Least you can do is have some coffee."
She had long flowing brown hair that ran down her back and a muscular body that made her clothes bulge without looking like any of it was fat. Kristi was on a softball scholarship, had played at state level in high school and while she'd always looked great, she was the family jock. Her jeans always seemed to be tighter than medically recommended and it took all of her sports bra's strength to keep her figure under control. I liked Kristi, despite the high school rumors, as she'd always been fun to be with and seemed to be a genuine person.
I sat at the counter while she bustled around fixing coffee for us. I laughed at her jokes about no longer knowing where things were in her own house and enjoyed the bright smile she always seemed to have on her face.
"So,' she finally started pouring, "what's new with you? Will I be getting a wedding invite soon? Carla's been very coy lately."
I gave a half-laugh and answered, "I don't think you need to worry about buying a new dress right now." Again, I tried not to give a facial expression that could be misinterpreted but Kristi didn't need the visual cue.
She looked at me for a few seconds and simply said. "I wondered." Kristi sighed knowingly and pushed my cup over to me. "Well, stuff happens."
She left the topic of Carla and me at that point and asked me al
l about my first year at college. I enjoyed sharing the ups and downs of a freshman with her. She'd become more academic that year, matter-of-factly noting that she'd finally acknowledged that a degree would be more help to her after college than winning a few more softball games. It seemed that she'd grown up without me noticing until then.
The phone rang and she excused herself, taking the call in the lounge rather than in front of me. When she came back she announced that the call was from her mother and that the real estate agent had let them down and couldn't show the house until five that afternoon, so they would be staying up there for dinner. "Apparently there's some leftover pasta in the refrigerator that I can have." She mimicked her mother's voice, rolling her eyes to show a mixture of mirth and contempt.
"You want to get a pizza?" I made the offer. I'd planned on having dinner with Carla and wouldn't be expected home.
"Sure." Kristi didn't pause to consider the offer and grabbed her car keys. "I'll pick up the pieces for my sister... who's obviously stood you up." She playfully punched the top of my arm.
"I don't need charity," I joked.
Kristi stopped and looked back at me, letting her eyes appraise me from head to toe. "Yes you do," she said, then turned and led the way out.
On the drive into town we decided on Chinese instead of pizza and when we were settled in the restaurant and had ordered Kristi offered, "You don't have to talk to me about you and Carla, but you can if you want."
I thought about the offer and declined. I'd got to the point that it seemed pointless and more pain to continue than end. We veered off into small-town small-talk through appetizers and by the time our entrees arrived Kristi was reminiscing about her high school days.
As she started to tall me anecdotes about old boyfriends I felt a tightening knot in my belly. I'd known about the rumors for years, been intrigued and excited by them and wondered now if I could ask her how true they were. I might never get a better chance and, as I watched her face as she told me about a disastrous date that ended up with her walking ten miles to get home and figured, I had nothing to loose.
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