by Emmie Combs
I was aware of Kirsty's voice, it carried a latent sexual overtone even though her words were spoken with humour.
"Peter, sweetheart, I have to go to the bathroom, I'm practically bursting. I came so close to squirting ..., whoops, I shouldn't say that, but it's all this wonderful attention you're giving me, I've never experienced anything quite like. Christ, Pete, do not walk away from me now, please."
I moved my position to allow her freedom.
"I've no intention of going anywhere, Kirsty, believe me. I feel just as frustrated as you." I meant every word.
"I'll be back in a tick so keep your motor running." With this she stood up and grabbed my erection briefly before disappearing into the en-suite.
I gazed around her bedroom, which seemed so conducive to sexual activity. Longing to open drawers and peak inside to find more of her underwear. I settled instead for picking up her discarded clothing from the carpet.
I heard movement and water being run, and when Kirsty returned minutes later I noticed she'd taken off her wet panties to reveal her amazingly smooth muff, and a thin strip of pubic hair, pubic hair so soft it was like touching a peach! I thought she'd reapplied some make-up also.
"Strewth, Kirsty. You look so sexy in lingerie. I hope you remember your promise to always wear something nice for me?"
"Of course I do! And I will, but right now you have something I want."
Without being invited I stood and removed the rest of my clothes, my semi-rested todger beginning to swell once more.
Kirsty stepped forward pushing me onto the bed and reached for my erection, which, in a matter of seconds had regained its rigid form. She looked at it swaying and flinching, and spoke.
"That's what I want, your cock!"
She knelt, and in one sweeping motion grasped my shaft and sank her freshly painted red lips over the tip. I gulped in a huge breath, my body going rigid with sheer, exquisite enjoyment., I perceived her tongue tickling at the eye, her fingers drawing the skin away from the tip.
"Whoa, that's so nice, you bitch!" I said running my fingers through her hair. "So, nice, you fucking bitch!." She took me deeper and closed her teeth gently on the flesh, stroking her hand up and down.
My resolve, which until now had been kept in check, was fast disappearing with each piston-like movement of Kirsty's fingers. If this carried on much longer, I knew I wouldn't be able to last. I held Kirsty's bobbing head still and tried to get some respite but she was having none of it.
"Please, love, ease up. It's been a long time since I ...." The sentence drifted away as she interrupted me.
"I Pete, but don't let it worry you. Just let go. I did. Later we'll be able to enjoy each other at leisure. And I have plenty of leisure planned for us, believe me!"
This woman was a marvel. I wondered about her sexual abstinence, how long she'd been without a man?
I tried to relax and allow Kirsty to work her magic, but it was difficult. Her lips, tongue and fingers were the devils implements, which were sorely tempting me. Her hand movements were increasing in tempo daring me to resist further, I was seconds away from cumming!
Kirsty somehow sensed my condition and pumped even faster. Looking me in the eyes she said in a breathless tone. "Peter, when you cum I want it all over me."
It was the final straw!
I lay back on the bed and erupted with a ferocity that was both startling and scary, almost painful!
I watched as a cascade of hot, thick essence arced into the air spattering Kirsty's face and hair, then another and another, the force of delivery diminishing each time. Never before had I ejaculated with such power!
A few seconds later, feeling spent and happy, I sat up and looked at Kirsty's face and hair covered with my sperm. I passed her a box of tissues from the bedside table. But first she treated me to a titillating little sideshow.
Raising a finger she wiped away a deposit that had struck her left eyelid. Then, putting the digit in her mouth, she sucked on it noisily before swallowing. It was quite a performance, one that showed there was absolutely no inhibitions between us!
Kirsty smiled, got to her feet and started wiping away my mess.
"Now, that was nice, Peter." She cooed, " Just think of the happy times ahead. But for the moment I need a shower. Would you like to join me?"
Fortunately, the shower enclosure was more than adequate to take two bodies. We soaped one another all over concentrating on the obvious spots, especially her fabulous breasts and nipples; it was amazing just how hard they were.
We hadn't spoken more than a few words since stepping into the shower but I realised from
Kirsty's actions that she was becoming turned on again.
To my utter surprise I found myself becoming hard, too, but from previous experience I knew there would be no charge left.
"Peter .." I heard her speak above the shower hiss. "Peter, play with me again, please. I think you're turning me into a multi-orgasm woman!"
"I like the sound of that, sweetheart." I replied, as she took my hand and placed it between her thighs.
I hit the off button to halt the water and pushed her back against the tiled wall, searching for that wonderful spot; my desire to make Kirsty climax matched those of her frenzied demands.
"Hurry. Quickly!" She urged.
I located her rosebud rolling it as previously; she went wild.
"Fingers, Peter, use your fingers as well. That's it, that's it, perfect!"
Using both sets of fingers - my left between her legs from the rear, and my right teasing the clitoris from the front – I pumped and teased in a concerted manner to appease Kirsty's craving. It was a tad uncomfortable but Kirsty was enamoured with my efforts. God, she was sensitive and responsive! Her repeated profanity drove me on and within a couple of minutes I perceived she was getting mighty close to finishing.
"There! There! There! Don't stop! Don't stop! Quicker! Quicker! NOW!"
Kirsty's legs suddenly collapsed and I tried to stop her sliding to the floor. But, in order to do so I had to remove my fingers.
Unperturbed, Kirsty took control of her orgasm by using the palm of her hand and rubbing it furiously over her pussy. The woman was wild, demented, shouting obscenities as her moment arrived.
Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next..
In that split-second moment of torment, when ejaculation is imminent and unstoppable, and minds a blur of emotions, try to imagine what I experienced when Kirsty screamed,
"Fuck, I'm coming" as she removed her hand and squirted once, twice, three times and more, jet after jet of relieving liquid striking the glass wall of the shower.
Kirsty went stiff and began trembling, a dead weight in my arms, I lowered her to the floor where she continued to shake; Kirsty was, literally, unable to speak.
She looked cold, so I turned the shower back on, which seemed to revive her slightly. She smiled up at me and above the noise of the water beating down asked.
"What ever do you think of me, Pete?"
"I think you've just had the mother of an orgasm." I replied. "Look at you, you're still shaking. Do you feel you alright?"
"I feel amazing, darling. This is what you do to me. I told you earlier that, never before have I had such powerful sexual urges. When I'm with you i don't feel inhibited in any sense. Did that disgust you, Peter?"
"No, of course not. I was worried, I thought you'd gone into a trance of some sort."
"I had, one you'd induced, you gorgeous, fucking man!"
We kissed lovingly, an implicit acquiescence of our mutual sexual needs.
"I'd better get dressed and clear away the dinner things." I said.
"Oh, you're so caring, Pete, thank you. I'll be down shortly and we can have a nice sexy talk!"
The End.
Picnic Lunch
Pamela and I had decided that since we'd be driving through the Pocono Mountains on our way to New Jersey, to visit my family, we might as well stop over for a relaxing weeken
d. And it just so happened that we had a friend who managed a resort there, and reserved a cabin for us at a huge discount. We had met Maxine in one of the many adult chat-rooms on the internet a couple of weeks before, and had had many steamy conversations with her since, but this would be our first time meeting her face-to-face.
The cabin was small, but cozy and warm, and we settled in and washed up after our long drive. Max wasn't at work yet, and had left a message for us that she'd get in touch after we'd had a chance to relax. Which she did. After we'd had a two-hour (give or take) nap, the phone rang. It was Maxine, and she was on her way over, "...and I've packed a lunch for us. I'll take you both out for a nice picnic in the woods. You'll really love it; it's gorgeous out here." She could not have been more right. The thick lush forest, with all of the changing autumn colors was breathtaking, and we found a nice little secluded clearing, where Maxine spread out a blanket and doled out a hearty lunch.
But as lovely as the Poconos are, they pale in comparison to Max. Oh, we'd all exchanged pictures, so we knew basically what Maxine would look like, and vice-versa, but photos almost never do a person justice. And this was the case with Max. She was a bit taller than Pamela, so I put her at five six, and she was very pleasingly plump; voluptuous is a more accurate word, actually, with heavy round breasts, a curvy body, and a deliciously fleshy ass. Her strawberry hair went down past her shoulders in gentle waves, and framed her hazel eyes and cute chubby cheeks nicely.
We ate our meal slowly, enjoying the scenery and the company, and then cuddled together, lying on the blanket talking about this and that. The slender body of my Pamela on one side, and the voluptuous body of our new friend Max on the other, felt so inviting and soft, that I couldn't help but give them both a squeeze. I hugged them tight, and then kissed them each in turn, and both of them kissed me back, a lingering sweet kiss that made not only my heart swell. Then I watched as Maxine pressed her lips to Pamela's, their tongues darting over each other, and I let out a small moan. "You like that, do you?" asked Max, knowing full well what my answer would be before she even asked. I nodded, and winking at me, she kissed Pamela again, deeply and passionately. And I lay there on my back, enjoying the sight of these two beautiful women above me, and feeling my cock get harder and harder. Their hands were roaming over each other, and over me, as they kissed, and when Max found my hardness under my jeans, she unzipped me slowly. Hearing the zzipp, Pamela broke the kiss, to watch as Max unbuckled my belt, opened my jeans and boxers, and pulled out my engorged dick. And right there under the open sky she kissed my rock hard cock. She kissed it again, lovingly, and before Pamela or I had gotten over the initial surprise, Max had my hard cock deep inside her wet mouth. And oh, it felt so nice! She sucked my cock as if it was a privilege for her, rather than for me, and in no time, she had me groaning in heavenly bliss. Tugging at my shirt, Pamela lifted it up over my head, tossed it aside, and watching as Maxine sucked my happy dick, she did lovely things with my nipples; squeezing and pinching them between thumbs and forefingers, making me gasp with sheer pleasure.
With Maxine still sucking my cock, Pamela pulled off my sneakers, and socks, and then my blue jeans and grey boxer-briefs. Soon I was fully exposed to the outside world, and Pamela joined Max between my outstretched legs, and started tenderly kissing and licking my balls, while Max licked the shaft of my hard, thick penis. Taking turns at my cock, they each patiently demonstrated their admirable oral talents, and I urged them on with excited noises from my throat. It was such a lovely sight, my cock disappearing into one mouth and then the other, and seeing the lust in Pamela's eyes as she lovingly held my cock up for Maxine to suck while she looked on. Soon I was a bundle of contracted muscles and sensitized nerves, and my breath came in short, heavy bursts. I was about to cum, and I wanted to last awhile longer yet, so I quickly told my lovers to stop what they were doing.
I think my urgency made Max think she'd hurt me. "Are you okay?" she asked, with a worried look on her face.
Pamela and I smiled knowingly. "I'm more than okay, hon," I answered, "I just don't want to cum just yet." Then I realized something. "Hey, why am I the only one who's naked here?" I asked with mock indignation, and then proceeded to tug at the ladies clothing. Giggling, they helped me to undress them, and each other, and soon, with our combined efforts, we had them both down to their sexy lingerie.
Pamela was wearing a black sports bra, with a tiny pair of green silk thong panties, and Max wore skimpy white nylon bikini panties, and a matching bra, which strained with all its might to hold back her bountiful breasts. Slipping my hands under Pamela's sports bra, I took her sensitive, perky nipples and gave them the same loving treatment she'd given mine earlier. She winced at the pain and at the pleasure, and asked me to squeeze harder; which I did. I squeezed and twisted her pointy nipples until she was gritting her teeth, and standing on tiptoes. Stepping up behind Pamela, Maxine kissed the back of her neck, and ran her hands through Pamela's long straight blonde hair. I looked into her emerald eyes, and could see the desire building up behind them, before she closed them, as Max bit down gently on her shoulder. Replacing my hands under Pamela's bra, Maxine started fondling her pert nipples, while I wrapped my arms around Pamela, feeling Max's soft hot flesh with my hands. We sandwiched Pamela between us, and made her moan and writhe ecstatically, as we explored her lovely body with lips, tongue and teeth. Pulling off her black sports bra, I tongued her champagne-glass tits, while Max knelt behind her, peeling down her panties, and kissing her beautiful round ass. Hissing and moaning excitedly, Pamela accepted our oral attentions, and grabbed a handful of Max's wild red hair, and Max kissed her hips, making her way around to Pamela's eager waiting pussy.
Easing Pamela onto the her back on the picnic blanket, I watched as Maxine kissed her silken thighs, getting closer and closer to the honey between them, and I took my cock in my hand, and stroked lazily; enjoying the show immensely. Maxine really knew how to eat pussy, and soon Pamela was announcing her climax with lusty moans. Kneeling behind Max, I rubbed my cock over her buttocks and watched over her shoulder, as she licked Pamela to a second screaming orgasm.
Cupping her massive tits in my hands, I sat back, pulling Maxine onto my lap, and slipped my cock into her slick love-tunnel, while Pamela, barely recovered from her very potent orgasms, began licking Max's excited clit, and playing with my big hairy balls. I fucked Maxine slowly but surely, kissing her neck, and her back, and occasionally taking a love-bit here and there, while Pamela sucked and slurped on her hard little clitty, and together we managed to bring her off to a shuddering climax. Maxine bounced up and down fast and hard on my cock, impaling herself again and again, grabbed Pamela's head, pressing her pussy against Pamela's mouth, and with a squeal of delight she came in waves, washing my cock and balls, and Pamela's face with her hot pussy-juice. And her pleasure inspired me! Mere seconds after Max's crashing orgasm, my balls tightened up in my scrotum, and before I could stop it, my creamy cum was making its way up my cockshaft, and into her moistened cunt. I could feel my semen dripping out of her pussy, over my balls, and Pamela was good enough to lick us both clean with her soft loving tongue.
Getting out from under Maxine, I watched as Pamela continued to lick her lovely pussy. I'd had my orgasm before I really wanted to, but it didn't mean I was down for the count. Taking position next to Pamela, I aided her in tonguing Max's sweet cunt. We took turns licking her clit, and tongue-fucking her snatch, while I ran my hands up and down Pamela's back and ass, and in due course, Max moaned wantonly, and whispered hotly, "Oh, I'm cummmmmmmmming!" And she was as good as her word, and Pamela and I lapped up her sweet love-juices.
I reached between Pamela's thighs, and finding her pussy to be wet, and throbbing, I decided that Pamela's cunt had been ignored for much too long. Lying on my back, I moved my body between Pamela's open legs, and pressed my lips to her honey-pot, then started licking and sucking like my life depended on it, while Pamela kept on eating Max. Their voices mingled into one long
loud moan, and soon Pamela was coating my tongue with her cum. She screamed and Max yelled, and they both shook violently, and I rode through Pamela's climax with my tongue in her snatch, and kept on licking. I was somewhat startled when I felt Maxine's lips wrapping around my limp cock, and she started sucking me into her mouth. It didn't stay limp for very long let me tell you! Max had an expert technique, and a very talented tongue, and before I could say "Aaaah!" my cock grew fully rigid once again. It wasn't easy to concentrate on pleasing Pamela with Max doing her damnedest to distract me, but I managed to coax one more orgasm from my lovely Pamela, which made her scream so loudly, that she frightened off a flock of birds that had been resting in a nearby oak.
"I want to watch you fuck Pamela, Wolf," said Maxine when she had taken my cock out of her mouth, and Pamela had climbed off of my face.
Pamela had no objections, and neither did I, so I climbed on top of her in the good old-fashioned Missionary position. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she drew me deep inside her, as I slipped my hard cock into her dripping wet cunt. Slowly, I fucked her, savoring the sensations that her throbbing pussy sent through my cock, and she did what she always does when she wants me to fuck her harder. Slapping my ass hard, but playfully, Pamela began begging me, "Fuck me harder, Wolf! Slam that cock into my cunt! Oh, God Damn! Fuck me!" And who am I to argue? Grunting like the wild hairy beast that I am, I pushed my cock into her cunt hard and fast, fucking her with all of my power, while Maxine slipped a finger between my buttocks.
Mmmmmmmm, yes.
I thought she was going to stick a finger into my asshole, and I would not have objected by any means; I love that! But that wasn't what she had in store. Gently massaging the sensitive area between my anus and my scrotum, Maxine added to my already great pleasure ten-fold, and she pushed me over the brink! Just as Pamela was tensing up for a powerful orgasm of her own, I came hard, shooting what must have been a gallon of my sticky white goo into her overheated snatch. Pamela screamed again, I groaned, we both came vigorously, and Maxine earned that smug satisfied smile that she had on her face when the two of us came back down to Terra-firma! "Wow!" I exclaimed, when I had the breath to do so, "That felt amazing!"
