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Private Pool Party

We had always played around, Brook and I.

Carl and Brook had been a couple, and friends of mine, since high school. Interestingly I was the one responsible for getting them together, even though at the time I had a crush on Brook.

Since those rather fateful high school years, they had gotten married and I have remained friends with them. Brook and I often kidded around about being lovers, much to Carl’s amusement. Carl is quite confident in himself and it shows in his accomplishments; his career, his home, and most notably the woman he married which was his first great accomplishment.

I am on my way to visit with them tonight; this hot summer evening. Brook had called, goading me into coming over, and I just can’t seem to refuse when she asks; which is probably why Carl always has her call me when he wants me to come over…the bastard.

I pull my car into the driveway and drive around back of the house by the Florida room where the indoor pool is. I don’t see Carl’s car in its usual spot, but I did catch a glance of Brook, as I drove around, looking out the door of the Florida room, then disappearing back inside, leaving the door open.

I get out of the car and walk into the Florida room. I see Brook lying beside the pool on a towel looking great in her bikini. Looking at my street clothes, she stands up and says “That looks too uncomfortable for this evening.”, and catches me off guard as she pushes me into the pool.

My clothes don’t feel so well completely soaked, not to mention that they are not helping me to stay afloat in the water. I remove my shirt and playfully toss it at Brook.

She catches it, hides it behind her, and says “Hmmm…keep going.”

I am both excited and a bit confused as to what is going on this evening, but Brook has always had more than a little control over me, and she knows that.

I remove my shoes, one by one, and socks too; tossing each onto the deck of the pool. Each time she goes to it to pick them up, cradling my clothes in her arms; standing there waiting for the next item.

I happily oblige her by removing my pants and tossing them at her feet; which is where I feel I already am, and desire to be.

She picks up the pants, still cradling my clothes in her arms, and gives me a coy look, almost a little pouty with a bit of a grin as she says “What? Nothing else you want to get rid of?”.

The way she says stuff really has a way of turning me on, and this one moment so excited me that my dick is nearly ripping my underwear off as it is getting so hard. Oh, god, it feels so good to pull it out of these confining underwear, pull them off of me, and toss them to Brook as she catches them midair, with a smile while just slightly running her tongue along her lips.

She casually saunters over to a deck box poolside and teasingly takes my clothes piece by single piece, dropping them into the box; she takes her sweet time doing this. The last piece she throws into the box is my underwear; then she walks to the edge of the pool motioning for me to come to her.

I swim over to the edge of the pool just as she dives into the pool, lunging over top of me and landing behind me. I spin around to see her, but she does not surface immediately; and when she does, she is several feet away.

She keeps her distance as I see her fiddling with something. She crosses one arm over her chest, bringing the other arm up, holding the bikini top, then launches it out of the pool onto the deckside. She wriggles a bit, then her arm comes up holding her bikini panties, and she tosses those onto the deckside.

I always had fantasies about Brook in high school; and frankly, every day since. I see this fantasy becoming a reality as she wades toward me in the water; getting closer, then swimming back a bit, like she wants me to chase her and catch her.

Being on the swim team in high school, she’s a much stronger swimmer than I am, and she is going to play that card making me do the work. I lunge forward as she splashes back, then she giggles, and comes just a bit closer, but just out of arm’s reach.

We continue this aquatic dance a few more times; her giggling continues, but also evolves into an anticipatory lip biting as she is getting turned on, while my dick has been trying to figure out a way to grow the length of this pool just to reach her, or so it feels that way.

This time, she lunges forward, grabbing me by the shoulders, using the buoyancy of the water to straddle just atop my dick, with it between her legs; I can feel her vagina resting atop my dick. The natural buoyancy and her position having her a little higher in the water than me has her luscious tits in my face, as I begin to suckle them; licking them, every wonderful inch of them, and nibbling on her nipples.

Sucking and nibbling on her tits is exciting her as she grinds my dick with her legs; oh, I can so feel the warmth of her vagina, and I want in so badly. She then pushes away suddenly and disappears below the surface of the water.

I knew Brook is a good swimmer, certainly talented in the water, but I had no idea about what was going to happen next as I feel her take my dick in her hand, stroking it as though it were not already hard as a rock, and it is, then putting it in her mouth, pursing her lips around it, and moving her head back and forth, about to suck everything out of it.

My dick wants to explode; I can feel a rush coming forth, so wanting to get out, but she ceases with the sucking just as she feels it, and clamps onto the end on my dick with her fingers, just below the head, to keep me from getting off, and brings her head above the water.

Brook holds my dick and leads me to the edge of the pool where we can walk out using the steps. She leads me by the dick like someone would lead a dog by the leash, to a poolside bed of sorts, where she lay upon her back, motioning me to do exactly what I had so wanted to do for so long.

She lie upon the bed, a pillow just under her lower back causing it to arch and her tits to stand out even more. She looks upon me, staring deeply into my eyes. I don’t even have to look beyond her eyes to know that her legs are moving apart.

Even with what has gone on this evening so far, my anticipation, as well my dick, are growing that much more with each and every inch I move closer to her, between her legs and closer still. I can feel the soft ridges of her vagina on the tip of my dick; sweat pouring from me, my heart racing, as I push my dick into her.

She lets out a gasp. I reach and grab hold to her hands. I thrust my dick in and out of her with her hands clenched in mine. The motions swinging the bed. Her body throbbing with each motion, her tits shaking up and down; that look in her eyes as she vocalizes her orgasm, adding to my moment as well.

The flow is building again and she is not going to be able to stop it this time. I feel it rushing to the tip of my dick; so much pressure. I’m trying everything to hold it back as Brook is thrashing about and almost to a scream now. I can no longer hold it as I erupt inside of her; not like just any time before, but time and time again with each thrust I feel it spraying like a stream coming out of the end of my dick and going deep within her, until in one last final push I give her everything I have left including an accompanying scream I had no idea I could make.

I lie here holding her quivering body. I recall her having told me, in private conversations, about how mechanical Carl is. He gets off, but doesn’t do anything for her.

Her face is buried into my chest; she is trying to catch up with her breath. We are both exasperated, and fulfilled. I may not be Carl, have his career, his home, or as nice of a car, but I took Brook places he never will.


The End


Copyright 2009 by Dos Cleve


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The Vampire Hunter’s Day Off

Lucara is known as the Ashen Widow; perhaps an unusual name for a vampire, but it was given to her for her pale skin color which contrasts against her black hair so boldly, and because so many men have died trying to…well, I guess to possess her.

Her beauty precedes her. I have heard the talk of her, but not so much as a vampire as of her now legendary beauty. It seems like hunters are more interested in finding her than they are in killing a vampire. I cannot necessarily separate myself from this school of thought either.

I have seen sight of Lucara, her gaze seemingly as fixed upon me as mine was on her. That night I did not see someone out to destroy, but someone who seemed wanting of something. I guess I forgot what I am by trade, as I was so affixed upon her beauty and seeming peacefulness that I forgot I was looking upon a vampire, upon the undead, as she faded into night, and I failed at my duty.

I have now tracked her to an old family manor; long since abandoned and in various stages of disrepair. The manor does, however, have a cellar, used variously as a wine cellar and even a bomb shelter before that. Such a place, cool and dark, would be a perfect lair for Lucara.

I have been wandering about the the underbelly of the manor, looking for signs of her. With such an ideal location, she had to be here, but the usual signs of a vampire habitation are not about. I let my mind wander, getting caught up in what others have said about her, my own vision of her, almost fantasizing about her, which I’ve never done before in my job, and getting a false sense of security with the absence of the signs of a vampire; she quite literally startles the hell out of me as I turn around.

Lucara stands before me in the corridor of the cellar, which runs along the length with an entrance to different rooms, just looking at me. I am affixed to her appearance; her skin is so like a porcelain doll. I run my eyes up and down on her, her standing there in a simple black gown; her eyes are so wide, staring into me like this.

She begins to move down the corridor, keeping her eyes affixed on me as she steps perfectly backward; I follow like a puppy to its owner.

Lucara, with me in tow, moves along the corridor to a wall. As she pushes onto the wall, the panel moves; I would never have seen that panel.

I follow her into a dimly lit room. The light is provided by oil lamps and is warm in its glow; she is known to be one of the few vampires who actually prefers light. Most vampires have a lair at most, a place to rest and for protection, they don’t surround themselves with mundane objects; Lucara has made herself a home with furnishings, and a bed covered with a beautiful crushed velvet, red, bedspread.

I stare her over, looking upon her head to toe. She is wearing a black nightgown; a thin, well fitting material, cinched in the front with a matching cord, providing a plunging neckline, the edges gently resting against the inner curves of her delicate breasts. Where the gown continues below the cord, a slit opens along her leg through which I can she she wears long black boots continuing up her legs, past her knees, and stopping lust below her thighs.

Her face and skin are so pale, but so beautiful. Her eyes loom wide, like pools of pure white surrounding such light blue, almost gray, pupils; inviting eyes, pulling one into them. Her hair is long, black, and straight, with a sheen about it as it slinks down her shoulders; long enough to cover her breasts.

Long black hair, long black boots, pale skin, and beautiful; if she were carrying a whip she would perfectly be my fantasy from my childhood…I was precocious child, despite my mother calling me a pervert.

She looks upon me; longingly, so it seems. I had met many vampires and they have a hollowness within their eyes, and look at you like an animal looking at its prey. Lucara is constantly breaking the rules of being a vampire, as I have come to discover, and her eyes are full, alive, and seem to be speaking a silent language; an invitation to stay.

There is a noticeable tension in the air. We both step toward each other, perhaps surprising to each of us, and we just as suddenly stop. Her eyes, opened wide, seem almost to have a look of resignation, of innocence, as she takes a first step toward me. I return the gesture and I step toward her.

We are not far from each other, but still neither of us makes any sudden moves. She has a nervousness about her, maybe even fear, and I have never seen fear in a vampire before. She is not alone in her feeling; each of us had a degree of fear of the other, and for good reason as we exist as natural enemies; each other our own prey.

She wants to make a move, and so do I; I think she, as I am, is afraid of the other, running away. Lucara again resigns herself first by slowly lifting her hands, about shoulder level, and stepping forward once again; placing us within one step of touching, and it is my turn.

I, like her, raise my hands, open like hers, and step, slowly, until the tips of our fingers come to touch. Seconds, I don’t know how many, pass as we stand here, our fingers touching, sensing the other; our eyes locked into a gaze neither of us wants to lose. Her fingers begin to move down, gently caressing, as they move, the inner skin of my fingers; a tingling sensation comes over me as I feel her gentle, so delicate touch.

Our palms press together. I don’t think either of us made such a move, it just happened; both of us draw a deep breath as I feel my skin become warm from the exhilaration of her touch, from an excitement I feel being this close to her; touching her in any way.

She slides her right hand from my palm, slowly reaching toward me; I find myself leaning to make it easier for her to reach me. Her hand comes to rest on my face; gently curling her fingers as she slides her hand down the side of my face. She is going to place her hand upon my shoulder, but then stops suddenly; I feel a nervousness in her. I realize on my shoulder is the strap, from which is slung a wooden stake across my back. I slowly move my hand onto the strap, releasing it, and letting the stake fall the the floor; I shove it back away from us with my foot.

Lucara looks at me, the best I can think at the moment, sheepishly. She moves her hand to my shoulder, and her body moves closer to mine. She gently runs her hand along my chest, sliding her fingers into my shirt, popping the buttons as she slides her hand down. More sensations run through my body as I feel her hand on the bare flesh of my chest. I want to slide off my shirt immediately, but I want more for her to do it.

She moves her hand back up my chest, moving her fingertips in a circular, caressing motion; sliding one hand within the shirt up to my shoulder and slipping the other hand into my open shirt. Her left hand moves up to my shoulder as well, then she slides her hands over my shoulders, onto my back, pulling my shirt down and off as she does this.

Lucara is close enough that I reach around her with my arms, placing my hands about her hips; slowly, gently massaging her hips with my fingertips. I pull her body, with ease, into mine. My heart beats with such intensity, our bodies in such close proximity, each of us breathing heavily; alternating between breaths, so that each of us can feel the other inhale.

Her eyes close. With a slight tilt of her head, her mouth gapes open in an expression of enjoyment; I can see her fangs as her mouth hangs open as a slight moan issues forth.

She leans her forehead upon my shoulder, sliding her hands from my back, around my waist, slipping her fingers into my waistband. She plays for a bit, gently sliding the soft tips of her fingers along my hips; caressing up and down on them, so softly, so gently. Her touch is so stimulating, alternating chills, warmth, and electricity as these feelings rush through my body; I cannot help but let out a long, low growl.

Lucara’s hands move around the front of my trousers, ever so gently toying with the button. She leans her head a bit; her eyes glance at me, a playful little grin on her face as I hear the sound of my zipper going down. Her hands move back up my pants with the flat of her fingers ever so slightly pressing along the front of my trousers; she can feel my excitement pressing back against her fingers, as she lingers with her fingers pressed against it, her eyelids close and her head leans in close to my face, as she inhales deeply, following with a low moan as she lets out her breath, my neck gently tingles from her breath.

Her hands are toying with my button again; I feel the trousers loosen as she undoes the button. She stands here, holding to my trousers, that playful grin on her face; I so want her to drop them, but she’s going to hold them and tease me. She giggles a bit; such a wonderful sound. Her hands hold to my waistband as she slides her fingers into my boxers, sliding them along the waistband. Resting my face against her forehead, we both let out low pitched growls of excitement; the trousers and boxers drop to my ankles.

Pulling my feet from my shoes, kicking my clothes behind me, she raises her head; I lower mine. We stand here, her eyes looking into mine, noses just barely inches apart, her lips parted as I can see her tongue; she glides her tongue, rubbing it against her teeth.

I move my hands down her gown, pressing gently as I slide them; brushing against her breast as I go. Her body quivers; her mouth held gently open, breath passing through it with a gently hushed vibration that tingles upon my flesh. I grasp the cord, the one thing which holds her gown together; I feel her body shaking in anticipation as her eyelids close. Her head tilts back with her mouth still frozen in that gently open, inviting, position.

I loosen the cord wrapped about her waist; holding the gown together with my hands on the loose cord, playing, as she wriggles her shoulders, as if to make it fall off. I ever so gently slide the top of the gown with my chin, nuzzling my chin and lips against the bare flesh of her shoulder; she is on her toes, body shaking as her mouth falls open more through which she pants with a rapid breathing. I move my chin about to the other side of her gown, pushing the top of the gown, exposing her bare shoulder. Her arms drop to her side as I release the cord; her gown slides to the floor.

Our naked bodies press against each, her breasts pressing into my chest, her nipples driving in hard. Her head leans back as her mouth opens wider in her excitement; fangs prominent and yet I find it exciting as it is her way of being turned on.

She holds back her innate vampire hunger; fangs still prominent as she slides her face against my shoulder, running her tongue along my skin. There is a hungry look to her eyes; a wanting desire. She lowers her head and rubs the tips of her fangs along my upper chest; I find it quite stimulating. Blood beads from the cuts she inflicts, though small they are, as she runs her tongue along the cuts, licking up the blood.

She presses her lips to the cuts on my chest, sucking upon the cuts. I can feel my eyes roll back in my head, not realizing I could get such an erotic feeling from having my blood sucked as cold and heat clash beneath my skin; and electricity surges through my lower body, lifting and pressing so hard against her.

She leans her head back, eyes closing, as she runs her tongue along her lips removing the last drop of blood resting there. Her face frozen in a moment of intense enjoyment, her mouth gently held open, inviting me in. I place my lips upon her lower lip, pressing gently down as I nibble upon that soft, full lip; feeling the breath escape from her from her body in an intensely erotic exhalation as I let it pass through my lips, inhaling as she exhales.

We alternate nibbling on each other’s lips; pressing each lip firmly between two, sucking on them, even biting teasingly. Our passions build as our hunger for each other increases; we have no fear any longer of expressing our intense desires; of wanting anything and everything the other has to give, and wanting to give everything.

The world moves about us. We are in a stationary bubble where nothing matters but this moment; at least we must have been as I don’t recall us falling onto the bed, but here we were, pressing our bodies into each other’s upon this plush velvet cover.

I look intensely into her eyes, as she does mine. Her eyes are so beautiful and telling; like reading her mind through the expressions in her eyes. I move my hand along her resting body, taking in every inch of it with my eyes as I go. Her skin is so pale, but so soft, smooth, perfect. Her breasts are firm, and yet give perfectly to the touch; and I so enjoy touching these breasts an artist would call the perfect size such as would fit into a champagne glass.

Her legs lie along to the side of me, she on her back, still wearing those boots and looking so sexy in them. Her hips sway from one side to the other, ever so gently in motion, as I softly caress my hand along her hip. With each caress, her body sways in response; feeling every sway, every movement as her body presses up against my hand as it moves. She places her hand upon mine and guides it along her body; along the side of her leg, the delicate part of her hip, and onto her breast.

Her body is so contoured, so sculpted, like a perfect statue brought to life. I taste her body as I run my lips, from her legs to her breast; taking her nipple into my mouth, nibbling, even giving her a little bite as her back arches in excitement, pressing further her nipple into my mouth.

Her body moves and sways like the waves on an ocean; left and right, up and down, as her passion builds. We nibble on each other’s lips again, building into an excitement, knowing that the moment is here as I feel her move her legs, one to each side of me; her hair so is silky and full as it presses against my hardness. I swell to be inside her, rubbing against her hair, then feeling that soft, tender, inviting flesh between her legs pressing against me; me pressing against it, pushing, so invitingly, so desirably into it.

We exhale in a rhythm, simultaneously; and then the passion hits as we each take a deep breath, gasping and drawing the air in hard. Her body moves with mine, hips rocking and swaying as I go ever so deep into her. Her back arches, easing me out of her as I drive right back in; her body movements are an exhilarating, artful display to see, a dance of passion absolutely unbridled.

Our bodies move together in an unmatched symphony; our bodies arching, moving in and out in perfect timing. I want this moment to be forever as I swell within her, her body shaking in response; her passionate gasps and moans, the motion of her hips, the wanting reach as she holds her hands toward me then places them on the bed, her palms down. We both reach our climax as dancers upon an artists canvas, arching our bodies together, her digging the back of her head and shoulders into the bed as I throw my shoulders back arching my back, flowing into her in a draining, exhilarating release.

We are frozen in the moment, perhaps for only a few seconds, but what seems like an eternity I never want to break as together we inhale so deeply as to feel each other’s breath as though it is our own.

I straddle her leg for a moment, then roll over and lay back on the bed with her at my side, our legs entwined. She just stares intently at me with those wide, beautiful eyes; that says everything as I don’t think we can say anything that we didn’t share in the moments before.

There seems to be a bit of sadness in those eyes; maybe even a bit of fear. I look into her eyes with such a longing gaze; if we had spoken she would have heard me ask her what’s wrong. Her eyes move, looking to the end of the bed where, on the floor, is the stake I usually carry on my back.

Her pleading eyes look back upon me, those big beautiful, inviting eyes, as I say to her, “It’s my day off.”

She gently lays her head upon my shoulder; I rest my head against hers.

As I lie here, my eyes catch a glimpse of, there on a peg on the wall, curled up in a circle, a whip; yes, she is perfect.


—The End–


This story is copyrighted 2010 by Dos Cleve


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Doing Mary

Mary’s first year in college, a pretty young thing just having turned 18, but she has never been with a boy, having restrictive parents as she did who prohibited subjects and studies they deemed as carnal.

Her first semester of school she befriended a lady professor at the school; a woman not too many years older than the students. By comparison the professor is quite outgoing and experienced; she is not shy about talking to Mary on subjects about sex and boys.

The professor, Linda, is quite the looker; certainly guys have their hard-ons for her, and being that this is college, they certainly have tried to get into bed with her. Linda is a blond woman with a nice rack and usually keeps a tan; she looks every bit like a beach body, even having been known, or at least rumored, to do nude sunbathing at a private club pool when she thinks nobody is watching, and even if the rumors are true, she does want them to watch.

Linda has developed an odd affinity for Mary. She is somewhat of a big sister to Mary and knows that Mary wants to experience boys, to experience being a woman, to experience sex. Mary has unfortunately had limited contact with boys and yet has a desire for things but no guidance.

This is why Linda has set up this evening for Mary. She has invited a young college boy, wrapping up his senior year and getting ready to leave. This boy, Karl, is ideal for her purpose as he will not be hanging on, he is willing but is not a playboy, and if talk holds true from the locker rooms, he is very well endowed as a man, which should give Mary a first fucking she’ll never forget.

The only thing Mary knows of this evening is that she is going to meet a boy. Linda has certainly let on that she wants to get Mary laid; though Mary has been shy about it, she has not protested.

This evening finds Linda simply dressed in a white bathrobe, her and Mary in the guest bedroom where the bedspreads have been taken off and replaced with several plain sheets. Linda has already told Mary her plans for this evening, and although Mary is nervous about it, she is also quite anxious about the prospect.

Linda wants to be playful as she leads Karl into the bedroom, her hands over his eyes, brings him to stand in front of Mary who is getting quite excited seeing the handsome fella. Linda removes her hands from his eyes and says to him “I told you; see, she is pretty”.

Karl and Mary are dressed simply; Karl wearing a t-shirt and jeans while Mary wears a single piece dress with a zipper all the way up the side. Neither is wearing underwear as per Linda’s instructions for tonight.

Karl stands in front of Mary who sits upon the end of the bed, neither of them too certain what move to make, who makes the first move, and of course both are seemingly nervous, but Linda has planned for that too.

Linda undoes the simple cord wrapping around her white bathrobe, opens the front and lets it slide off her fully naked body. Karl is surprised by this, and excited by the sight of her luscious tanned body, blond bush, and full round tits. His dick swells in his pants making it obvious that rumors are true as it makes a noticeable bulge running down his thigh.

Mary just stares at the bulge as Linda sits beside her, lifting her hand and saying “He’ll probably like it if you touch it” as Mary’s hand, at this point largely on her own, comes to rest on that bulge in Karl’s jeans as she slides her hand up and down on it.

Karl pulls his t-shirt over his head, letting it drop to the floor. He is as excited about this evening as Mary is.

“Just unbutton his pants and pull down on the zipper” Linda says to Mary.

Mary moves her hands up to Karl’s waist and begins fiddling nervously with the button on his pants, but successfully undoes it. She places the fingers of one hand on the zipper pull and rests the other hand on the front of his pants, directly on his bulge. Down she pulls on the zipper as she exposes hair, then can see the base of his penis as the zipper parts; it still runs down his leg as it is too long to come out on its own.

Mary, inexperienced, first grabs hold to it at the base like she is going to pull it out as Linda steps beside Karl and says “Drop his pants and let it come out on its own.”

Mary begins to pull down on Karl’s pants as Linda, standing naked beside Karl leaning in to his arm, her tits pressing against it and exciting Karl feeling those tits, places her hand just inside his pants and on his dick as Mary pulls down on his pants. Linda holds down on his dick until the zipper completely passes it and the pants drop to the floor. Linda then slowly raises her hand as his hard dick rises with it, coming straight up, all 12 inches of it, and pointing directly into Mary’s face.

Mary is awestruck by the size of his penis, as well Linda is too. Linda, still with her hand resting on his dick, curls her hand about it and strokes it gently, getting in a good feel of that meat in her hand. Mary reaches up, wanting to touch it, but pauses; however, before she can pull her hand away, Linda takes her hand and places it on the swelling log before her.

Holding onto his swollen dick, Mary brings her mouth up to it, presses her lips against the very tip of it like kissing it, then opens her mouth and places it in her her mouth. Karl momentarily stands on his toes as Mary is using her teeth a bit much.

Linda reaches up and grabs hold to Karl’s dick and says “Let me show you how to do this.”

Mary scoots over on the bed as Linda has Karl lay down on the bed, his hard dick pointing straight up to the ceiling as he is getting excited with the prospect of Linda giving him a blowjob.

Linda crawls onto the bed, resting her torso in between Karl’s parted legs, her breasts pressing into his thighs. She pushes back on that stiff rod, taking her fingers, twirling them on his balls, sliding her fingers along his dick, rubbing her face against it; not like she’s not enjoying this.

Linda purses her lips, parting them and placing them onto the tip of his dick. Feeling Karl shiver with excitement and tensing up his stomach muscles, she pulls her lips from his dick and says “He’s going to go any moment” and then puts her lips back onto his dick.

Linda slides her lips down onto Karl’s dick, her hand below wrapping around it in a fist. She begins to pull her head up, then pressing back down on his dick, it moving in and out of her mouth as Karl strains in response. Then she starts jacking his dick with her fist on it as she continues to suck it in and out of her mouth.

Karl groans as he strains hard, Linda feels he’s ready to go as she removes her mouth from his dick, pushing it away from her a bit as she continues to stroke it with her clenched hand, Karl giving up in a final strain, a gasp of excitement as a stream of cum shoots upward, Mary in awe at the sight and squealing in excitement as Linda continues to stroke with cum coming out with each one until it stops.

Karl is gasping from the excitement, the release, as Linda lays his dick down, just kissing the end of it as she lets go. Linda raises up from Karl and heads into the adjoining bathroom.

Mary lies next to Karl stroking his chest with his athletic build and Linda comes back into the room with two wet washcloths and a bowl of water. She hands one of the washcloths to Mary and takes the other placing it on Karl’s lower body as she begins to wipe him down, then Mary joins in, both of them wiping his stomach, his hips, Mary holding his dick in one hand and gently wiping it with other.

When they are finished wiping him down, Linda says to Mary “That’s what he is going to do inside of you…and it will feel so good.”

Karl rolls over taking Mary by the shoulders and laying her down on her back next to him. He lays on one side next to her as he runs his hand along the side of her dress, along the zipper, until he brings it to where the pull is and begins pulling down on the zipper, causing Mary to squeal and shiver in excitement.

The side of Mary’s body, her flesh, is slowly exposed along the opening of her dress as the zipper slides, until it is completely unzipped, the bottom of the dress flopping to the bed, while the dress just lies loosely on her body. Karl runs his hand along her side, touching her bare flesh as she squirms and squeals, her body tensing up as he places his hand onto the fabric of her dress, slowly pulling the dress over, sliding off the top of Mary’s body as it goes, exposing her pale skin, her firm but smallish breasts, her bare tummy, then her hips as her bush of light brown hair waves with the brushing of the fabric.

Mary lies before him completely naked, excited and tensing up; her body shakes with anticipation. Karl slides his hand along the side of Mary’s bare body, down on her hip, the sensitive flesh, the feeling causing her to twist as she lets out a more prolonged squeal.

Karl brushes his fingers through her bush as he leans into her breast with his mouth, placing his lips on her tit, Mary twisting and squealing in response. Karl begins to lick upon her nipple as he slides his hand further down her front, off of her bush and bringing a finger to rest on her clit, to which he then applies pressure with it. Mary’s body twists and shakes in response as her squeal turns into more of a yell and several gasps for breath.

Linda crawls back onto the bed, reaching for Karl’s dick just up against Mary’s hip. She begins to stroke it, trying to get it back up; of course having a sexy, luscious woman like Linda stroking his dick, it is working as it is getting hard again.

Karl comes to his knees on the bed, trying to get into position to fuck Mary. Linda places her hand on Mary’s thighs, and motions for her to spread. Mary begins spreading her legs as Karl crawls in between them. As Karl gets in right between Mary’s legs, right up to position, Linda takes hold of his dick, stroking, then taking the tip of it and teasing Mary by rubbing it against her clit, and continuing to do this as she squirms wildly, trying to put her feet on the bed more firmly, her body shakes with the stimulation of her clit, she gasps for breath just as Linda pushes the tip of his dick into her virgin vagina.

Karl begins to push his dick into Mary, then pauses for a moment as she screams “That hurts!”

Though excited by the promise of what is happening, Mary is just a bit frightened by this pain.

“It’s going to be tight, Mary.” Linda says, but it will feel good shortly, and you won’t want it back out of you after that.”

Karl begins to push with his hard dick as Mary groans and strains with that big dick going into her. Karl momentarily stops, like he came to an obstacle, then gives a thrust, and there is an immediate give as his dick sinks deep into Mary’s pussy; Mary turns her head to her side almost screaming as Karl pulls and pushes, and pulls and pushes, his dick going further into Mary with each subsequent push as Mary turns her head from side to side groaning, then starting to squeal.

Karl’s motion increases as he slides that big hard rod of his in and out of Mary, her body twisting and jolting as grabs into the air reaching for something to hold as her body is almost coming off the bed in response to the deep thrusts. She grabs hold to the headboard, pulling on it, as Karl pulls on her, the two motions combine to pull her body off the bed.

Mary is holding onto the headboard, her body not touching the bed. She twists and turns, rocks her head from side to, pushing and pulling on the headboard as Karl thrusts that big dick in and out of her. Karl strains, as does Mary, her stomach muscles tightening, as she begins to yell, but in ecstasy, her volume going up and down, much like her body twisting and bouncing up and down, almost back onto the bed and then back into the air.

Karl strains, his stomach tightening, his ass tightening as he holds back on the force building up in his dick, trying to get out. Mary twists even more violently from side to side, her arms tense as he pushes harder and she screams out loud as Karl cannot hold it any longer and he sprays deep inside of her, time and time again, with Mary letting out a gasping, moaning scream with each last thrust and stream of cum going into her until she cannot hold it together any more and her grip on the headboard fails as her body falls to the bed, her body arching back, curling, the back of her head pushing into the bed as Karl gives that one last thrust and shot of cum streaming into her as she lets out one prolonged alternating scream just before passing out.

Linda is certainly impressed with Karl’s performance to say the least as she says to him “I hope you have more left because you’re not getting out of here without me getting that in me and getting every last drop you have to give.”

Karl is so looking forward to his dick getting hard again so he can stick it into this beautiful tanned blond professor. For the time being he lays down beside Mary, on his side, his dick flopping onto her bare flesh. His eyes close as he rests from the exertion, quickly fading off into sleep.

As Karl opens his eyes, he finds himself on his back, feeling and incredible rush building in his dick. He looks down his body upon his hard dick standing at full attention as Linda and Mary are playing with it.

Both of them are pressing their lips into the sides of his dick, one to each side, each lying against a thigh, their tits pressing into his flesh, as they nibble slowly with their lips along the sides of his dick, up the stretching flesh as it hardens even more, as their lips come the head of his penis, their lips touching as they exchange tongues with each other, running their tongues along the tip of his dick as they do so; such an exhilarating moan escapes from Karl, both from the electric feeling rushing up through his penis and his excitement of what these two women are doing to each other as well.

Linda and Mary continue to press their lips onto the head of Karl’s dick as though it is an ice cream cone as they suck on it, then lick it, their tongues touching as they kiss across his penis; Karl feeling the full suction their kisses.

Karl’s stomach muscles tighten as he tries to sit up feeling a force pushing forward in his dick. Linda places her hand against his chest as she rises, pushing him back down. She straddles over Karl’s hips with one leg to each side as Mary moves aside, still holding to his dick with her hand as she pushes it between Linda’s legs as it comes to rest in the silkiness of her bush due to its length.

Linda places her hands onto Karl’s well defined abs, pushing her lower body up a little more as Mary pushes his stiff rod fully between her legs this time, the head coming to rest against the lips of Linda’s vagina as the hard dick already pushes its way in.

Linda eases her body down onto Karl’s already swollen, throbbing penis. As she lowers herself, his dick pushing its way deep into her vagina, it spreading at the force of his dick going in, she groans in discomfort and ecstasy, the two being barely distinguishable.

Further it goes into her as her body lowers, coming down and further down until she can feel his hair pressing against her. Linda begins to move her hips forward and back, his thick and long dick sliding in and out of her, each time spreading her pussy deep and wide as she groans in the excitement, the feeling within her.

Karl strains as the pressure Linda is putting on his dick is not only the most incredible feeling every single inch of skin of his dick has ever had pressing on it, but the force feels like it also wants suck the cum right out of him with each thrust.

Mary straddles Karl’s legs just behind Linda, placing her hands gently on Linda’s hips, the feeling of Mary’s fingers touching onto the sensitive skin of her hips brings an additional rush of feeling into Linda’s loins and her groaning increases.

Mary holds more firmly onto Linda’s hips, Linda placing her hands onto Mary’s as their bodies come into contact; Linda feeling Mary’s tender breasts and hard nipples pressing into her back. Their bodies move in sync, increasing the motion as Linda tightens up in her stomach and legs, her vagina tightening around Karl’s ever swelling dick, pulling hard on it as she rises, and thrusting down hard as she lowers herself.

Linda leans back more into Mary’s body, tilting her head back as she lets out loud moans. Mary thrusts her hips with Linda, increasing the motion even more, their bodies beginning to sweat as their skin become even more firmly pressed into each other, the feeling increasing Linda’s volume as Mary begins to moan with her.

Karl’s stomach is so tight as he fights to hold it in he cannot help but begin to sit up in bed, he tenses his legs digging his heels into the bed to hold it back as Linda and Mary’s sweaty naked bodies writhing together in wild abandonment, their increasing moans turning into screams add to the excitement of the the pressure on his dick pulling everything he has so close to eruption that he groans in the strain, increasing into a scream himself.

Their screams echo each others as a force drives to the tip of Karl’s dick, Linda feeling in it rise within him as it swells just that much more, the anticipation sending her into a long scream as she throws her head back even more into Mary who suddenly brings her hands up from Linda’s hips, grabbing onto Linda’s breasts, Linda’s hands following hers and holding on as they both squeeze, the pressure on her breasts adding to the frenzy, that rising pressure in Karl’s dick at the very tip where it can longer be held as he grabs handfuls of sheets just as he lets go of his load, it rushes out with incredible force spraying a stream deep up into Linda. Linda’s screams turn into a prolonged gasp as air rushes out of her lungs feeling that deep stream within her, as she takes a deep breath, she and Mary squeezing hard on her tits, and another stream comes as she forces the air out of her lungs in another loud moan, repeatedly yelping loudly as she feels stream after stream forcing its way into her until Karl has been exhausted.

They are all three breathing wildly, rapidly, bodies sweating. Mary maintains a hold onto Linda’s breasts, as does Linda, as they both fall over to the side and off of Karl. They lie on the bed, motionless, maintaining their position with their hands still both onto Linda’s breasts. Karl lies there on the bed, much like Linda unable to move as they both try to catch their breath. Mary, also breathing heavily, kisses Linda about her shoulders and neck, still holding to her breasts like she doesn’t want to let go.

They all three lie there on the bed…knowing this night is not finished yet.


The End


Copyright 2012 by Dos Cleve.


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Night Manager

It wasn’t but a little over half an hour ago that I walked in this grocery store, just before Darryl was locking the door for the night. I needed to check on some displays, and being that Julie was still here and I needed to talk to her, I would just have her let me out.

Walking around on the floor, I had seen Julie looking out over the balcony where the office is, just standing there with a grin. She usually either grinned or had this adorable pouty look she would give. She was dressed in just that white t-shirt and those tight fitting jeans that wrapped her shapely ass just right.

After checking some displays out I had walked up to the office to talk to her, that was half an hour ago, and I can’t think of exactly what started this, not that I would care to question it anyway, but now Julie has herself pressed up against me, nibbling on my ear, and kissing on me; not to say I’m not returning the attention, I am.

She is definitely a looker and especially for a grocery manager. She throws her head back a bit, slinging that long brown hair back over her shoulder, and giving me, as I expected, that so adorable pouty look, which evolves into a grin, just she rips open my shirt sending buttons throughout the office.

She doesn’t take her time as she already has my shirt down to my waist and is sliding her hands under my belt into my pants; I can feel her fingertips just sliding into my underwear and right down the front of my hips, the feeling bringing excitement as I feel a tingle rushing up my body and my dick begins to press against my pants. As she slides her hands along my sides and around the back, just sliding those fingers down onto my ass, she pulls in closer, pressing up against me and feels my dick pressing hard against her; there she goes with that teasing, pouty look as she looks down and now looks up at me, breaking into a grin, knowing I am in her control.

She begins kissing me again, nibbling my lower lip; she’s rather playful at this. I feel her hands moving, back to the front of my pants, playing with my belt buckle, loosening the buckle, undoing the button on my pants, and pulling down on the zipper…I feel her hand press against my hard dick trying to poke its way out of my underwear as she pulls down on the zipper. She wastes no time starting her move down on me.

She slides down my body, kissing and nibbling. She drive me crazy nibbling on my nipples, but soon she is sliding even further down as my pants drop with her. She takes a moment kissing my belly button, while my pants drop to the floor, she slides down and drops to her knees, putting her lips up against my underwear, up against the tip of my hardening dick trying to press it into her mouth, and nibbles at it through the underwear driving me even crazier.

No time is wasted as she grabs my underwear, sliding her fingers into the sides, and just yanks them down…my dick is flopping in her face from the motion. She wants to play with it as she stares at it, makes a motion like she is biting at it, rubs her nose up against it, then her cheek, then, almost like some kind of animal, she snaps onto it with her mouth.

Clamping my dick in her mouth, in those lips, she holds firmly with them, holding firmly with her hands on my sides, as she slides those lips down, taking my dick further into her mouth, then sliding her lips back out and to the tip; she does this again and again, my dick becoming so hard in her mouth, feeling her soft tender lips, the motion, and expanding as she continues.

I feel a rush going through my dick as she becomes more aggressive, sliding my dick in and out of her mouth rapidly, sucking on it as she does this, and I feel that tongue of hers rubbing against the skin of my dick as she slides it in and out of her mouth.

The pressure is building. She can feel that too as she takes her fingers, wraps them around my dick and slides them along my dick, jacking me off as she sucks on my dick. The pressure builds even more, I feel like a rod wants to shoot out of my dick as I strain to hold it in, standing on tiptoes, her rate increasing as she feels me getting closer.

I’m holding on as much as I can. Her lips have my dick in a liplock as she is not going to pull it out as her head bobs in and out rapidly, her hand jerking me off as she goes. I am straining, holding back the building tension, holding to her head with both hands, finding myself thrusting into her mouth as she goes until the tension, the build is too much and let go of it in what feels like one big stream as she takes it into her mouth, pumping just a few last times as I let go of what remains until I can’t let go of any more.

Julie let’s my dick slide free of her mouth as she gets to her feet and walks to the coffee table, picking up a napkin and wiping her mouth. As she does this, she glances down at her t-shirt, noticing a spot where some got on it. Giving me that pouty look again, she crosses her arms across the front of her her t-shirt, moving her hands down and grabbing the bottom of the t-shirt, which she proceeds to pull up, over her head and off. She reaches around her back, grabbing her bra snap, then giving me that pouty look again as she turns her back to me, peering over her shoulder at me, undoing the bra and letting it slide off to the floor.

Julie turns about, facing me, her arms covering her tits, still giving me that pouty look as she walks to me. She drops her arms just before pressing up against me, pressing those tits into my chest. I wrap my arms around her, turning her around, and lean her back onto the desk as I pull up from her looking at those tits, full and firm, and leaning to the side. I lean back in, to her tit, suckle the nipple, and nibble at it as she giggles and squirms in response.

I move my hand down her front, sliding my fingers down her firm abdomen, into the waistband of her pants, and into her panties. Her hair is soft to the touch as I rub my fingers up and down her bush, as she wiggles and takes her own initiative to unbutton her pants herself, unzipping and spreading the fly open. I nuzzle my way down her body, nibbling at the sensitive flesh on her hips, causing her to twist those hips in response.

I grab her pants, my hands holding to the waistband of her pants and panties, and slide them down, off her hips, and down her legs; feeling the flesh of that firm ass as I go. I stand a bit as I fully remove her pants and panties leaving her naked lying on that desk. She teases as she holds her legs together, her hips swaying from side to side; I grab her knees and separate her legs, pushing them apart as I lean in. Her legs spread further apart, not just my pushing as she is anticipating what I am going to do, and inviting me.

Julie lies before me as I drop to my knees, holding to her legs, and lean in, putting my mouth onto her bush, nuzzling my face in it. She squirms as I move my face down, extend my tongue, and touch the tip of it to her clit, pressing firmly. Her body tightens in response; I can feel her legs tightening as she is definitely feeling it.

I push my tongue up and down on her clit as she rocks her body from side to side, letting out a moan and a yelp of excitement. I tease her further by wiggling my tongue on her clit, and driving the tip right into her clit. She lifts her upper body toward me in response, almost trying to push my head away, but I respond with sliding my tongue down on her, the full surface licking her clit, then parting the lips of her vagina with my tongue and sliding it fully into her, wiggling it and running the tip of my tongue along the inside of her pussy.

Julie thrashes about as I hold firmly onto her legs, her arms pushing on the top of the desk raising her ass off of it and then back down. I continue as she keeps making motions with her hands as though she wants to push my head away, but I won’t let her. She throws her arms back, grabbing onto the side of the desk, swaying her body from side to side, with one continuous moan, almost a scream coming out of her.

I feel my get my dick getting its stiffness back; getting harder in response to her body movements. I stand from my knees, my dick now pointing straight out and at her. She spreads her legs wide as I slide my swelling dick onto the lips of her vagina, back and forth teasing her a bit, as she rocks her body in response, then I push it in.

Julie grabs to the desk again, her shoulders coming off the desk as she pushes her head back into it. I thrust my dick in and out of her pussy, pushing and pulling with her almost bouncing her back on the hard desk surface. Increasing the pace as my dick is getting harder, swelling within her, a rush driving into it as I strain, holding back.

Julie thrashes even more wildly about, what had remained on the desk now falls into the floor as I continue to thrust into her so hard I’m even feeling my balls slap against her. The feeling is like a rod trying to drive its way out of my dick as I hold it back, straining and pushing, that rod, that pressure building until I don’t have the strength to hold it in any longer and let loose, spraying inside of her, both of us yelling as it comes to a climax.

We are both defeated. I pull my dick out of her as she lie there just looking up at me; smiling at first, then going to that pouty look.

Now, I can’t help but think that there’s something a little wicked behind that pouty look.


The End


Copyright 2011 by Dos Cleve


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