by Tina Bell
His eyes locked onto her, his mind blank, only able to take in the pure sexy delight of the woman in front of him, her hand now working her pussy furiously, his ears filled with the sounds of her passion, her body twisting and turning under her own ministrations. Then she began to speak.
Whispered words. Quick sentences slipped between quick intakes of breath and guttural exhalations. “Fuck me. Oh God I want you inside me. Right now. I want you to fuck me. I am so wet right now. I need your cock.” He became uncontrollable, she was more than he could bear. She was the utter personification of sexy. Then she came. Her face contorted in rapture, becoming utterly erotic.
His mind exploded as his orgasm burst from within. It seemed to carry on forever, his eyes unfocused, yet seeing her clearly, her image burned into his brain.
For a moment he closed his eyes, recovering, and when he opened them again, there she lay, looking up at him, mischievous knowing smile on her face, eyes sparkling. By goodness, she was beautiful.
Welcome Home
The sky turned a deep shade of pink and red in the west as the sun sank down below the horizon. A mating pair of starlings darted by overhead, seeking the shelter of their home together. The temperature dropped as night pressed on, but growing coolness did little to sooth his aching muscles. It had been a long, hard week, his work an unforgiving hardship. A tight, freshly sewn red cut gleamed through a tear in the fabric of his jacket’s right shoulder, an accident and a painful one. He trudged through the relatively quiet streets, along cobblestone paths up the hill, every footstep making his weary body beg for peace.
At last his home appeared before him in the gloom, a cheerful flame dancing at the door’s lantern, and warm inviting firelight coming through the windows from inside. Even at this distance he could see his beautiful wife busy at the table, placing dinner at the ready. He smiled, knowing she had probably been watching for his return from the hilltop behind the house, and when he finally had, running all the way home so that she could surprise him. His heart picked up a few beats, his feet quickening as he neared his target. He hardly noticed as his tiredness melted away at the sight and thought of her. The pain in his shoulder vanished from his mind, his only concern being the arms of his wife.
He threw open the door and burst into the house. His lovely bride looked up sharply from the dining table, a smile lighting her face. They rushed towards each other and his strong arms surrounded her, hugging her soft form to his chest. For a moment neither spoke, so happy they were to be reunited, though they’d only been separated since this very morning.
“I missed you.” he told her gruffly, his joy fogging his voice.
“I missed you too.” she replied, beaming her smile up at him.
He bent his neck and kissed her firmly, feeling her plush lips cushion his own.
When the kiss ended, she looked up into her husband’s face. Though fatigue had momentarily been washed away by his return, she could still see lines of pain and weariness etched into his face. She knew full well what he would be feeling now, and her lover’s eyes had noticed the wound on his shoulder the instant they embraced, though she did not comment, knowing it would only embarrass him. She took a step back, holding his hands in her own.
“Dinner can wait.” she decided firmly, looking directly into his eyes. “I think there’s something you need first.”
She didn’t answer his questioning look, simply pulled him away from the door to the couch in the living room. Pushing him into the comfortable seat, she was pleased to see his face relax a tiny bit. It was a start, but she would do more. She stepped between his legs and, leaning close, gave her husband a long, slow kiss, following it with another, then another.
It took him a few moments to realize that her hands were fumbling at his waist. Before he could protest, she had his pants unbuckled. When he opened his mouth she put her finger to it.
“Shhh. Close your eyes.”
“Honey…”
“Close them.” she insisted in a voice forbidding argument.
He knew what she was about, preparing to pleasure him, to soothe away his troubles after an entire week’s absence, despite the hours of labour waiting on the kitchen table, despite her own needs at being left alone for so long. She was putting him first, and his heart went out to her.
She removed her husband’s clothes, first his shirt and jacket, then his pants, leaving him naked before her. Kneeling before him, she ran her hands up his thighs, then took his cock tenderly in her fingers. Gently, she massaged it, hearing his sigh above her. Despite the fatigue, his cock stiffened very rapidly, and soon stood at rapt attention in her tender grasp.
With his eyes closed, his senses focused completely on what his wife was doing to him, her hands stroking him softly, first the shaft, then the balls. It felt so warm and good, so relaxing. Yet after a few minutes the relaxation had rejuvenated him so much that her touch began to feel much more erotic than simply soothing. That’s when he felt her lips surround the head.
He gasped, thrusting involuntarily, and she obliged by sliding her tongue down his cock as he penetrated her mouth. She continued to lick and stroke him, swallowing his cock, causing amazing sensations that both delighted him and made him even more turned on. Her’s was a talent and a will like no other, her love for him and her actions displayed in the way she brought him to the edge and back over and over again. She teased him mercilessly, until time had no meaning, there as only her mouth and her hands, they were his world.
She knew she was building the pressure within him, that every time she brought him to the brink it drove him wild, and when she finally let him release, it would shatter him.
His head rolled, his eyes squeezed shut. The sensations in his cock were without parallel.
She felt him rise again, and this time didn’t hold back, working him harder and faster.
The orgasm was mind-blowing, and he grunted loudly, “Oh, honey!”
She felt a rush as he flooded her mouth, his passion, his pain, his life pouring down her throat. She swallowed it all, tenderly milking every last drop, consuming all the stress that plagued him, knowing how sensitive he was, extending his pleasure until it was nearly unbearable. When at last she removed her lips, licking them once, he fell back, the tension that had gripped his body seconds before, was released completely. She felt a swell of pride as she saw her husband lie there, the lines on his face gone, his body peaceful.
He reached down blindly and grasped his wife’s arm, pulling her up onto the couch next to him. Putting his arm around her he held her close and she sank contentedly onto his chest, listening to his heart beat rapidly, his breathing regain control, loving how she was so able to heal him, to rid him of pain and give him life once more. With a smile her hand traveled down and softly stroked her husband. He felt her and through the haze of pleasure still in his mind, he too smiled, loving her deeply.
Tropical Swingers
Crisp white sheets flutter softly in the shadowed room. Twilight creeps through the bamboo curtains, rippling in dazzling patterns over the ceiling as it reflects off the tropical waters beyond windows. The perfume of summer jasmine caresses the breeze.
Lying naked amidst the white folds of cotton are a tangle of limbs, torsos, breasts and hands. They writhe slowly, skin on bare skin, tongues dancing, flesh hardening. Wind chimes tinkle and far away drums sound distantly, their primal sounds mirroring the primal acts in this solitary room.
If one stares long enough at the heated mass of bodies, it becomes clear that there is not one man pleasuring a woman, but two. Her eyes cast back in her head as one man’s lips envelope a darkly engorged nipple, and the other man’s tongue dances wildly in the tender flesh between her legs. Her hands snake out and pull the younger man tighter to her breast and her back arches sharply as pleasure courses through her. For a moment she bucks uncontrollably but the older man refuses to relinquish his hold and a throaty moan escapes her lips.
The young man, a virtual stranger to thi
s married couple before this night, slides out from under the woman’s hands as her body relaxes at last. He rises, slides a leg over her chest and, straddling her, offers his cock for her mouth. Her eyes blink open, take a moment to focus, then lock onto the offering. Her hands reach up to grab his buttocks and pull him forward as her mouth opens and admits the hard shaft. The young man feels a surge of pleasure as her tongue slides down the length of his cock, and leans on the wall for support, lest the pleasure cause him to fall.
The other man, the lady’s husband, sits back, and wipes his wife’s juices from his mouth. He then slides forward, taking a leg in each hand as he slides between them and enters her hot pussy. A muffled moan resonates through the room, devolving into a low continuous growl. She finds it hard to concentrate on what’s in her mouth with the sensations down below making her whole body thrum. As her husband develops a rhythm however, she forces herself to dedicate her lips to the younger man’s cock.
The young man can’t hold himself there for long, the humming deep in her throat is making his balls boil. He slips out just moments before being forced to release himself into her mouth. She sighs with satisfaction, eyes locked to his, reveling in the pleasure she has brought.
A faint sheen of sweat now coats the three lovers and the temperature in the room is rising despite the trickle of ocean breeze through the windows. The husband grunts and pulls out of his wife, the heady smell of sex pervades, his semen jetting out and bathing her pussy completely. Eager to have everyone satisfied at once, the woman shifts her hands to the young man’s cock, still hovering over her tits and begins to twist and play artfully until he too can control himself no longer, gushing onto her chest. The young man drops forward as he cums, his lips inches from hers, eyes locked together, though his are still unfocused.
After a few moments the two men collapse on either side of the woman while they recover. Her soothing hands fondling their softening shafts while their breathing calms. She smiles, a queen on a throne of lust. Next, she’ll have them both inside her at once. The only decision, which holes? Or fit both cocks in the same hole? But the question remains, which hole? On second thought, why choose? Why not try it all?
And in her hands, her men begin to harden once more. She brings them both to her lips.
Fireside
Thor watched Gia enter the room with a slight awe. Her eyes peered directly into his with a smoky darkness that hid all kinds of mystery and perhaps excitement. Long black tresses cascaded around her pretty face, past her slender shoulders, graceful neck and the tips whisked ever so gently over the mounds of her breasts. Gia’s lips were full and twisted in a small, wry smile.
She wore a nearly transparent white satin negligee that contrasted sharply with her raven hair. The cloth dipped dangerously between her breasts, giving Thor a voluptuous view. The bottom of the negligee swished enticingly around the silken legs that bore this sensational creature into the room.
Each dainty hand had curled its slim fingers around a glass of wine, cool beads of moisture glistening on the clear glass. Her nails were daubed a vivid shade of red that appeared darker next to the white wine. Thor’s eyes traveled leisurely down the full bodice, the narrow waist, curved buttocks just visible at the edge of the negligee, over the lightly toned legs, past elegant calves to a pair of petit ankles and bare feet, which bore a similar shade on the nails as her fingers.
The light of the fire bathed the room in a warm glow, and in it Gia exuded sensuality. Her creamy skin caught the light of the flames and toyed with them, as if her skin itself were on fire. Her cheeks engaged a rosy hue. Her eyes sparkled with devilish merriment.
Thor reached up and took his glass as she offered it. The room had become very warm to him and he tossed a mouthful of the wine back with hardly a taste. Gia’s lips split slyly, glad to see her charms were rewarding her with Thor’s rising ardor. Gia turned her back to him, placing herself between him and the light of the hearth. The negligee seemed to vaporized around her, her naked body silhouetted beneath, every curve standing out in detail. Thor watched as she bent down to sit, the negligee riding up, her buttocks tightening splendidly before him, for a brief moment almost everything was revealed. Then she was on his lap.
Long bare legs crossed demurely before her, she sat back into the plush couch and Thor’s arm. Thor grinned as she watched him and took her own sip from the wine. Thor appraised her swelled breasts, how the nipples seemed to hold her clothing up as it hung from those prominent points. He took another drink, more slowly this time, though just as large. Placing the wine on the table next to him, he promptly forgot about it.
With his arm behind her, he pulled her a little closer. His free hand reached out and slid around the breast nearest him. The satin felt cool and as flawless as the orb beneath. The material bunched between his fingers as he squeezed and caressed the breast.
Gia tilted her head back and downed her half glass. The liquid coursed through her and in minutes heightened the fire in her veins. She too forgot the glass on the table. She watched him, so intent on the breast she was yielding him. She could feel his strong fingers grope her, knowing he was doing his best to be gentle, but loving that she could feel his strength naturally through the caresses. Her lips parted and her breath drew a little deeper than a moment ago.
Thor removed his gaze from where his hand remained, and looked up into her waiting eyes. The smokiness seemed to reach out with tendrils of seduction and pull him within. He spent the next several minutes lost in her eyes, so much that his hand relaxed and remained holding the breast without motion.
Gia searched his eyes as much as his did in return. They were a greenish blue, with gold flecks dancing about them. They seemed so clear, so bright, that they lanced through her and seemed to divulge her deepest secrets. The intensity of his gaze elated her, they looked at her as if she were the only thing in the world worth seeing. The longer the pair starred, the quicker Gia’s pulse went.
At last Thor seemed to find something in his searching. He smiled lightly and bent down to kiss her. He loved to ravish her supple lips, to mash them with his own and crush them with passion as if they were rose petals. This time he did not.
Gia delighted in his gentle touch, feeling his lower lip just a little fuller than the upper, noticing that he held his breath long before their lips met.
Their eyes closed as the kiss went on; soon tongues came into play. Thor’s hand came to life again. This time it traveled across the valley of her chest and up the other mound. Gia’s hand reached up to his elbow and encouraged him to feel her. Thor was torn for a moment inside, so wonderful did the breast feel in his touch, yet so too was her kiss, that he wished desperately that he could pour his attention more soundly into both activities.
Gia’s legs uncrossed and one slid down so that the sexy duo parted. This quickly caught Thor’s attention. Just as the nipple were beginning to rise under his ministrations, his fingers trailed away. Gia longingly felt them leave until a new sensation of pleasure arose as Thor guided his hand along her waist, over her well curved hips to the thigh that was more silky to feel than the satin negligee. How Thor reveled in her legs. How much he loved having them wrap around and entangle him. They were long and sleek, the arch of her knees graceful, the curve of her calves and ankles supple and lissome. He loved them because the supported such a beautiful creature, because they very often led him to the majesty of her posterior, and because they were the gates to his garden of paradise.
Feeling the thigh in his grip, his hands moved slowly up and down the leg. The massage heated her skin and soothed Gia until she felt the urge to let his hands roam her entire body, every crevice. She broke the hold each held on the other’s lips, desperate for a deep breath. Her head fell back and her chest swelled with air. Thor could not bear to wait for her return, his lips eagerly set upon her neck. Up and down he went, nibbling once on the joint to her collarbone. Gia felt his breath hot on her sensitive skin, rising until it trickled past her ear.
Thor’s tongue darted out and took her earlobe into his mouth and he sucked upon it. Gia hummed in pleasure and gave a little gasp as he nipped her twice, receding languidly into his embrace as he soothed the lobe with another suck, before leading again down to her shoulders.
Gia’s hands rested on Thor’s wide, solid shoulders and she watched as he slid the straps of her night dress down around her arms. Thor let the material fall and was rewarded with a pair of breasts that were as fresh and ripe for attention as the first time he saw them. They stood out proudly, nipples slightly darkness and puffy. The magnificent orbs almost leaped into his hands and he quickly received them. No sooner had he both in his grasp but he needed a nipple between his lips.
The first mulberry he tasted was sweet. Gia moaned but could not take her eyes off him as he sucked upon her. His moist attention soothed the nipple yet excited her even further. She brought a hand up behind his head and pulled him closer. He felt the breast press to his face and flicked the nipple with his tongue.
He gave the first breast great attention and stayed there for several minutes. Then Gia felt that the other was neglected enough and pushed his head to the twin. He gladly complied. After more minutes passed she could feel her passion rising considerably, her need for more increasing. Women are like the fire that burned brightly in the hearth only a few feet away. The more you feed them, the hotter they burn.
Thor sensed her feeling, her breath now coming in deep draughts. Taking the folds of the negligee in his fingers, he pulled it down her belly and hips, over her legs and off. All her naked splendor was revealed. He felt the need to leave off his sucking and admire such beauty. Gia would have little enough of that, though it thrilled her to be so vulnerable to this man, to have his attention focussed so completely on her alone. Gia let him watch for but a moment before, with a pouty lip and whimper, she begged him to continue.
