by Alina Sawyer
I return your right leg to the bed, and you feel my hands moving slowly up your calf, past the back of your knee, then thumbs pressing against the back of your thigh. Both hands trying to encircle your thigh now, thumbs still rubbing and squeezing. Back down to the bottom of your thigh, and slowly back up, all the way to the bottom of the towel. You're unaware that the towel has slipped off, and fallen to the floor. Hands massaging back down to your knee again. You feel my fingers running up the inside of your thigh...higher, and higher and higher...."how high is he going?", you ask yourself.
Fingers exploring now, touching and probing. Just as you want to raise your ass high in the air, to consent and submit everything you have to me, my hands coax you to turn over onto your back. Not wanting to seem hasty, you slowly turn over, your eyes locking onto mine. "Shhhh," I whisper, with one finger touching my lips, "I know just what you want." My eyes never leave yours as I lean over to kiss you. It's a nice, slow, passionate kiss..... warm, and wet, and deep....the kind of kiss that can go on and on, for hours and hours. You feel that direct connection again, and as if I could read your mind, my left hand touches your wet pussy. As we continue kissing, my fingers touch and begin to explore. When you feel one finger slip into you, your body starts to quiver, and I know you've just had your first mini orgasm.
"You're so wet, and so fucking tight, I whisper. I look down and notice your clean-shaven pussy. There's something about a smooth, hairless pussy that I can't resist. As I stare at what's before me, your hands move down the front of your body, past your navel, and just as I think you've become a little modest, and are about to cover up, your fingers spread your lips apart. Now who's the mind reader, I ask myself? My hands slide slowly up the inside of your thighs and I lean in to lick your inner lips, all pink and glistening with your juices. I can smell your sex as my tongue licks one side, and then the other side. Your hips lift up to meet my tongue as it pushes inside. Probing with my tongue, I lick your inner walls, and places you've forgotten. No one has ever touched you with a tongue the way I do. As I drag my wet tongue over your clit, I feel your body tremble once more, and know you've just had another mini orgasm. My tongue licks all around your clit, but not touching it directly. I look up at you and push one finger back inside. Your fingers run over my scalp and through my hair. You feel a second finger pushing inside and I feel your pussy squeezing around my fingers. My cock throbs when I feel how tight your are. I curl my fingers behind your clit, searching for that very special spot. The moment the tips of my fingers feel the small mass of nerve tissue, you let out a moan and your body rocks once more, even harder than the first few times. You feel my fingers inside you, moving side to side, up and down, and all around till you moan and tremble again, and I know I've found your g-spot. No one has ever touched you the way I do. You've read all about it, and have even tried to find it yourself, but always curse the awkward way you have to bend your wrist, never quite finding the elusive little button that's supposed to take you to a higher level. And now, a total stranger has touched you in a way you've never been touched before.
As my fingers continue their massage inside, my tongue finally touches your clit directly. I feel another of your mini orgasms shake your body as my lips circle your clit and the tip of my tongue flicks at it. I watch your face and listen to the way you respond to my every touch. I hear the way your breathing has changed, and the way your tummy starts to rise and fall. All signs of an orgasm building deep inside you. Suddenly, your thighs slam around my face and I hear your muffled screams. I feel the palm of your hand pressing flat against my forehead, trying to push me away. This is the "Big O", but I keep on licking your sensitive clit, my fingers still rubbing your special spot right behind my tongue. My pinky finger touches your little puckered hole for the first time, taking you even higher. Even in your wildest masturbation sessions, with your favorite toy, you've never cum so hard. Why didn't you know to keep the pressure on your clit once you start to cum, you ask yourself.
Suddenly everything stops, and you realize I'm standing at the foot of the bed. You watch as I unzip my shorts with my free hand and allow them to drop to the floor. Your eyes are on my hard cock now. The anticipation keeps your orgasm going. I pull my wet fingers from your pussy, and use your juices to coat the head of my cock. With one hand wrapped around my cock, I start rubbing the head on your clit. You shudder once again. The spongy head of my cock moves down and finds your opening. Your knees, that up until now had been pulled back to your chest fall open. I start the slow, steady push inside, till my cock is buried to the hilt. Your eyes widen at the feeling. It's been so long since you've been penetrated like this. With the back of one of your hands pressed against your forehead, you close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of my cock as it starts to move slowly in and out of your still quivering pussy. Slowly, I pull almost all the way out, then push quickly back inside all the way. In and out, in and out, again, and again, and again. Very slow at first, allowing you to feel the full length of my cock deep inside you. My hips start to move in a circular motion, stirring your insides. I pick up the pace, and you can hear the faint grunts and groans from deep in my throat starting, in perfect rhythm with each thrust. I pull your legs up and over my shoulders, my hands pressing against the top of your thighs, thrusting deeper than you could ever imagine.
Your hands move down the top of your chest and over your breasts. I watch as your fingers pull and pinch... even twist your nipples. My cock is slamming in and out of you now. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh is too much for both of us. Sweat pours from my face and chest as your moans become louder, in the same perfect rhythm with each of my hard thrusts. I watch as your eyes squeeze closed. I feel it starting in my balls. There's no way I can stop now, even if someone burst into the room. You scream again and every muscle in my body tenses up. At the same time your 2nd big orgasm hits, I explode deep inside you. Streams of warm cum fill you. I grab your wrists, pulling your hands from your breasts, pulling your arms over your head, stretching them almost out of their sockets. My body collapses over yours. Your knees clamp tight around my hips, keeping my cock deep inside you as the last of my spasms subside. We lay motionless for what seems like hours....our bodies coming down from a sexual high no two people have ever experienced. Our heartbeats slow, and our breathing returns to normal. I kiss your eyelids, your forehead, your cheeks, your chin and your nose.....and finally your mouth again. Laying close to each other, I wrap my arms around you...and hold you close.
The End.
Evening at Linda's
She continued to rock slowly back and forth while hugging him as tightly as ever, filling the afterglow with more physical sensation. A little bit later, he had grown soft enough that his dick popped out of her. Well, she'd had enough. For now, anyway.
She turned her head towards a sound from the deck. "Shit!" she hissed.
"What?" he asked, confused.
"It's seven already."
He followed her gaze to the window and saw two faces peering into the living room, one of which belonged to Janet.
If he had been embarrassed that morning, he was now ten times more so. Linda, by contrast, was nonplussed. She languidly reached for her robe and wrapped it around her, tying the belt with a practiced flourish. Meanwhile, he was fumbling with his own, clumsily trying to cover himself even though their visitors had moved around to the front door.
Fully composed, Linda met her guests at the door.
"I am so sorry," she told Janet, "We just lost track of time."
"I'll say!" Janet shot back. She then began to imitate the chuffing sounds that he thought only Linda made.
Well, if Linda could act so cool, he thought, so could he. Once he had his robe on, he tried to appear casual as he sauntered up to meet Janet and her lover. He was momentarily taken aback when he realized that Janet's companion was a woman.
'Oh well,' he told himself, 'it's a big world.'
Linda handled the introductions. 'Sam' it turned out, was short fo
r 'Samantha.'
She opened a bottle of chardonnay and offered Sam and Janet each a glass. "You two make yourselves comfortable. We've gotta shower."
"Yeah," agreed Janet, "this place reeks of fucking."
Defying his attempts to appear a cool as Linda was, his face flushed deeply once more. Linda reached for his hand and tugged him in the direction of the downstairs bathroom.
"Don't worry about her," Linda reassured him. "Janet just likes to shock people, especially new people."
"But she was watching us, when we were ma. . ." He paused, deciding to use her preferred term for coitus. "When we were . . . fucking just now."
He followed her into the bathroom, watching as she slipped of her robe. Even still, he felt a stirring of arousal. Linda was that hot. She even made stepping out of a bathrobe look sexy. Maybe he just had sex on the brain after breaking a five-year drought.
"Oh, I'm sure she didn't see much and certainly nothing she hasn't seen before." Linda paused, wondering to herself if there was anything Janet hadn't seen and what that might be.
Showering together would have been more distracting if they hadn't just each had a nice orgasm bare minutes before. He still loved the feel of her soapy bottom as his hands caressed her beautiful buns and she enjoyed fondling his half-limp penis and washing his balls so very carefully. They kissed, of course, and for a little while almost forgot about their waiting dinner guests. Finally, when they both were squeaky clean, he said, "Hey, we gotta get dinner going."
The admonition spurred a flurry of activity as the dried one another and Linda fussed with her hair. Pulling her robe back on, she went in search of a fresh pair of jeans and a blouse. He tried to recall where he had a change of clothes besides in his bag. That was in the living room and he wasn't eager to go out there in only a robe, not with their guests there. Not that they hadn't seen him completely naked, burrier up to his pubes in Linda. Then he remembered the laundry and went to the laundry room to fetch his clean clothes.
The two emerged a few minutes later clean, fully clothed, and no longer reeking of arousal and its satisfaction.
"'s'bout time!" Janet chided, gesturing with the bottle of chardonnay, "We just started a second glass."
They headed to the kitchen to prepare the meal and Janet and Sam joined them. Wine and conversation flowed steadily through the meal and the clean-up afterwards. That taken care of, they repaired to the living room to take advantage of the more comfortable surroundings by the fire.
"Hey," said Janet, "What about that hot tub Linda?"
"Oh yeah. It should be plenty warm by now. Let me go check." She rose to do just that.
Janet looked at him and spoke, "You know that the hot-tubbing here is in the nude, right?"
He recalled Linda's preference and that regard and how silly he felt when he'd shown up in trunks. He looked at Janet and shrugged. In truth, he would like to see Janet naked -- Sam too, for that matter. True, he would probably like to see just about any woman naked now but these two were really quite pretty. Pretty and sexy.
"I'm bisexual," she informed him matter-of-factly. "And very anal too."
This struck him as unusual information to share casually with a near-stranger but any other possible import passed right over his head. For the moment, his thoughts were filled with Linda and her aggressive, delightful sexuality. His penis began to stir.
"Down boy!" he thought to himself.
"What?" asked Linda, returning from her reconnaissance.
"Oh, nothing," he assured her, looking discretely down to see if his crotch was betraying him.
"I was just explaining that I'm bi-sexual," Janet said. She looked back to him and continued, "but Sam's not. She's strictly a woman's woman. Aren't you Sammie."
Sam looked up and gave a small smile without any indication of self consciousness about being the subject of sexual speculation. "We understand one another Jan."
Linda stepped out of the room and returned a few moments later with four fresh, fluffy white robes. "Here," she said, tossing them onto the couch. "Put these on so you don't freeze on the way to the hot tub."
Janet and Sam headed to the bathroom to change. Linda chuckled as he headed for the laundry room to get out of his clothes. "It's not as though I haven't seen you naked, now is it?" She began to undo her blouse.
He considered her point and proceeded to strip in front of the fireplace, stepping into his robe when he was done. For her part, Linda had done the same and the sight of her taught, lithe form naked before the fire was undeniably arousing to him. She walked over and gave his dick a playful pat. "Oh, goody! There's more where that came from." She leaned to whisper in his ear, "You're quite the stud. I hope you're up for more fucking later." She kissed him below his ear and went to grab her robe.
They were each wrapped in white when Janet and Sam reappeared similarly attired.
Linda lead them to the hot tub.
The hot tub was located a short way up the slope behind the cabin, in its own enclosure. Even in summer, the night air at this elevation was quite cool and the enclosure kept the warmth in. This made for more pleasant soaking. The only light came from a small electric light in the ceiling above the doorway. It afforded sufficient visibility and a modicum of privacy too. The effect was rather appealing.
Once inside, Janet immediately slid her robe from her shoulders and stretched her arms above her head. This move showed of her fine form to best advantage. Her breasts were full but stood firm without support. Her nipples and areolae were smaller than Linda's and much paler, only a shade or two darker than the pale skin surrounding them. They were, however, nicely erect.
She turned as she stretched giving them all a good look at her firm, alluring bottom and her sparse, pale pubic hair. When she had her back squarely to him, she bent over and touched her toes. This move favored him with the sight of her pale pink asshole and the few golden hairs adorning it. She clenched her pelvic muscles so that her anus appeared to wink at him.
As quickly as this show had started, she wrapped it up and slowly eased herself into the steaming water. Her actions had had the intended effect, however, and he was now hesitant to disrobe and display his incipient erection to the three women.
Not to be upstaged, Linda put on an even more outrageous performance than Janet had. She completed hers with half-a-dozen jumping jacks before sliding into the tub across from Janet. Sam looked at him and her expression seemed to be saying, 'don't mind Janet. That's just how she is.' She slipped out of her robe without theatrics and stepped into the tub.
Sam was a little shorter than Janet and a tad broader in the beam, but deliciously so. Her slightly curvier figure was fully feminine and she moved with grace.
"It's too bad she's a lesbian," he thought to himself. "At least for the guys of this world. The lesbians must feel pretty lucky though."
He hesitated a few moments longer before noticing that the women were paying him no attention. They were engaged in conversation and didn't even give him a glance as his robe came off. He was just as glad since he was sporting a fairly clear semi by that time. What the hell, all three of them had seen it in use! That realization sent a small thrill through him and he grinned, just a little at the thought.
"You coming in?" Linda asked him. "The water's fine."
"Is it ever!" agreed Janet. Sam, as usual, was silent. He settled himself into the steaming tub, sitting next to Linda.
Even with Linda by his side, he couldn't help but appreciate Sam's appearance. In contrast to Linda and Janet, Sam was darker. Her eyes were a deep, clear brown and her hair was a rich brunette that fell around her shoulders like a wavy mane. Her breasts were certainly the largest of the three women here and again, by contrast to the blondes', hers were somewhat pendulous. Her nipples were dark, almost brown and her areolae covered almost half of her breasts. This was not the sort of breasts he favored, as a rule, but on that pretty, pretty woman, they looked just right. And pretty she was. Her face was almost angelic and p
erfectly proportioned. Her mouth was set in a classic cupid's bow and sported no lipstick to obscure her pretty dark pink lips. The barest fuzz of downy dark hair adorned her upper lip. In another age, it would have been considered a sign of beauty, though such was not the current fashion.
He assumed that Sam, like Janet, organized her life to fit her own expectations, not those of others.
In a surprisingly short time, he found himself comfortable sitting in the tub naked with three equally-unadorned women. After the passing sensuality of Janet's disrobing, things had settled into more normal channels and the only steam came from the surface of the water.
Linda had brought along the wine and glasses. They continued to sip slowly as they spoke about this and that. Linda and Janet clearly had a lot of catching up to do and most of the conversation revolved around people they knew in the local area. After a time, their conversation turned to a former friend.
It seemed this friend had placed herself in the center of a considerable local scandal and Linda seemed uncharacteristically interested in the dirt. It seemed that this friend had been caught bare-ass naked, being porked by the local insurance agent as she leaned spread-eagle over his desk.
"She was always such a prude," Linda commented. "After she found out that I had sex with Rod, she wouldn't speak to me." She turned to explain, "Rod was a boy we knew. He worked maintenance at the summer camp on the lake."
He nodded, a bit annoyed that she could so casually remind him of her other lovers.
Janet chimed in. "When she found out that I liked girls, she dropped me like a hot potato!"
Linda shuddered at an image that occurred to her, "And Mr. Johanssen must weigh close to 300 pounds! Yecchh!"
The two women laughed at that as though it were the most original wit of the decade. Sam continued to sit in silence but her steady gaze was locked on Janet and looked loving. His eyes traveled downward and he noticed that Sam's nipples were stiffening. Then he noticed that Janet's right hand was occupied between Sam's thighs. Sam's expression gave no hint of the casula stimulation she was enjoying.
