Wet Hot Chillie Peppers

Mountainlake

noreply@blogger.com (Sespresso) — Sun, 17 Jun 2007 13:22:00 +0000

It was a warm and sunny day. Agla had been up hiking in the mountains, enjoying the quiet and solitude of the hills. She loved the atmosphere, being all by herself, letting herself be drawn in by the majestic presence of the age old monuments of earth´s history. Silent, powerful, jagged, a times even a hint of threatening, and always making her feel a little humble.

Nothing but silence, apart from the occasional scream of the jackdow, or the whistle of marmots who, always watchful, seemed startled (and perhaps a little pissed off) at the rare appearance of a biped, racing for cover in their hidden refuges in the ground.

Shade had been scarce, and Agla felt hot, sweaty and dusty now. She needed some refreshment, and she knew a hidden spot where she was certain to be able to refresh. That was where she headed right now.

She descended into the forest, and there it came into sight: A small lake, partly hidden by the shrubs around it, most of the lake´s shores covered by the cool shade of the surrounding forest.

With a sigh, Agla dropped to the ground by the lake, working to get off her hiking boots. Her feet seemed even hotter than the rest of her body, so she dipped them into the ice cold water, letting her legs follow all the way up to her knees, while she lay on her back, enjoying the cool that crept up from her feet and legs slowly until it started to cool her down alltogether.

The water felt deliciously soothing, like being covered in ice cubes, so Agla decided to treat her entire body to the refreshment. As she knew that this was not a highly frequented spot, she decided to just go naked. She took off her clothes and left them by the lake side, barely hidden beneath a bush.

Not that she really thought that someone might come along and steal her clothes, but you never knew what creatures were hidden in the woods, she thought, and she laughed at herself at her vivid imagination.

She couldn´t help feeling a little like an elf, standing here in the middle of that silent, solitary forest, all naked by the lakeside, and she smiled at the thought of hobbits or trolls secretly watching her (perhaps even getting a little turned on), and she flaunted her body to any real or imagined spectators hidden in the bush.

The lake´s bank was fairly steep, and she sat down and slowly lowered her body into the ice cold, clear water, that immediately reached up to her chin. Being a strong swimmer, she wasn´t really worried, so she dipped under and started to swim with powerful strokes, until she had reached the middle of the lake. There, she just let her body float, immersed by the refreshing cold, the air clear, cool and fresh, and she inhaled the scent of the forest and the warm, humid earth.

When Agla looked back towards the shore, much to her surprise, she noticed a shape approaching the lake. She didn´t really believe that the figure would turn out to be an elf or other mystical inhabitant of the forest, so she decided to swim back to the shore. She was curious to find out who else had found their way to this hidden spot.

As she was close to the shore, the mysterious figure had almost reached the place where she had left her clothes. Suddenly Agla recognized him.

"Aloha, oh mighty Jason, king of the woods," she called out.

Jason, for it was indeed him, shaded his eyes, apparently looking for the origin of the voice. Oh yes, he recognized that voice, and he remembered only too well in what kind of sweet, delicious trouble that had gotten him before. Agla, still in the water, waved, and now he saw her.

"Well, if that isn´t Agla, one of two sassy Sirens," Jason exclaimed, laughing. "What on earth are you doing here? I thought the sea was your main hunting ground! Didn´t know that you´d extended your reach as far as the mountains forests to lure poor souls to their peril."

He stretched out his hand to help Agla out of the water.

Agla laughed her charming and bewitching laugh.

"When resources are scarce, you have to be flexible, you know," she replied with a grin.

Taking Jason´s hand, she helped herself out of the water, dripping, her nipples small and stiff from the cold water.

She hugged him.

"And what are you doing here, crossing the Sirens´ path again?"

"Oh, I just decided to take advantage of a beautiful, sunny day and go for a little walk. Of course I was expecting to bump into a naked woman in the woods, that was actually the whole idea of it," Jason answered, unable to take his eyes off Agla, and having to restrain himself to keep his hands off her.

Agla had picked up her t-shirt to rub herself dry. She noticed Jason´s stare.

"Why don´t you join me and take off your clothes?" she invited him with a smile.

Jason looked at her.

"Where´s your companion?" he asked suspiciously.

Agla laughed. "Thel? Oh, don´t worry, she´s gone hunting in the city for today."

"Good," Jason replied with obvious relief, "I just wouldn´t want to be surprised by someone jumping on me, pinning me down and finally strapping me to a tree, so that you two could have your wicked ways with me again."

"Yes, you did really seem to mind it that last time, Jason." Agla´s smile was more than a little mischieveous. "But I can assure you, you´re in no danger whatsoever. Trust me!" she whispered, while she started to unbutton Jason´s pants.

Jason felt a familiar twitch in his middle while Agla slowly undressed him, without further ado. When she had managed to rid him of his pants, she pressed her body against his, rubbing herself against his middle.

Agla was still cool from the water. Jason drew her closer and let his hands glide over her back, enjoying the touch and feel of her bottom´s soft curve.

"Are you cold?" Jason whispered. "I can help you to get, you know, warm. Not to say hot."

Agla looked up at him and smiled. "Aren´t you hot? Still standing there in half your clothes..."

With that, she proceeded to pull his T-shirt over his head, snuggling her upper body against his bare chest. Jason felt her still hard nipples brushing over his belly, and the feeling turned him on, more than slightly.

"You are not being very helpful," Agla scolded him mockingly, proceeding to take of the last bit of his clothes, exposing his lust fully into the open.

"Er ..." was all Jason managed to say under the circumstances.

He was still gently stroking Agla´s back, and he wasn´t sure if her goosebumps and hard nipples were still due to the after-effects of her swim, or if it was his touch, which Agla did seem to enjoy more than a tad.

She pressed herself against him again, enjoying the feeling of Jason´s hard cock pressing against her belly, while she caught herself rubbing her pussy against his thigh. Her lips touched his belly, and she kissed him upward all the way to his nipples. There her lips lingered until she felt his nipples becoming as hard as her own.

Jason moaned slightly. His hands reached over Agla´s butts, gliding over them, and one hand finally found its way between her thighs, the other hand still touching her buttocks.

"You do seem very hot," Agla whispered coarsely.

"It is a very hot day, indeed," Jason nodded, attempting to draw her even closer.

With obvious effort to overcome her own desires, Agla unwound from Jason´s hug.

"Take off your shoes, and socks, for that matter," she ordered him, grinning in a mixture of lust and wickedness.

Jason, his cock fully erect, looked down at his shoes sheepishly.

"Oh!" he said, a little embarassed, and knelt down obediently to do as he had been told.

When he had removed his shoes and socks, he was ready to proceed. Agla, however, had walked near the shore of the lake.

"Er, what are you up to now?" Jason asked.

"Catch me if you can," Agla replied with a cheeky little grin, and with a splash she had jumped off the bank, and started to swim with powerful strokes.

Jason hesitated, a little flabbergasted.

Agla waved at him from the middle of the lake.

"Come on in! The water is superb! What are you waiting for?" she exclaimed.

Jason knew that this little Siren was probably up to some sort of mischief, but despite, or maybe because of that, he wouldn´t be told twice. He took a deep breath, ran toward the edge and, without hesitating further, jumped into the water.

He had been following Agla blindly. Big mistake!

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" he screamed while his body tried to cope with the shock of being suddenly and literally thrown into the just-above-freezing cold of a mountain lake´s waters, "You little bitch! This is liquid ice! Why didn´t you warn me?"

Agla couldn´t help laughing.

"Well, you looked like you needed a little cool-down," she managed to say, giggling at Jason.

He was pedalling wildly, in part attempting to not turn into an ice cube, and in part attempting not to drown his face still grimacing at the icey water.

"Wait till I get hold of you!" He threatened in between moans, this time of pain, as he tried hard to catch up with Agla.

Agla, still laughing, looked at him. She almost pitied him, so she waited until he had caught up with her.

"Are you all right?" she asked considerately.

"Am I alright?" Jason groaned. "I probably froze my fucking cock and balls off!"

"Oh no, we sure don´t hope so, do we?" Agla said, her voice resonating with slight concern. "Wait, I´ll make sure everything is ok!"

She took a deep breath, and before Jason could protest (he was a little worried about what she would be up to now), she had dived down, holding on to his legs with one hand to steady herself, and then he felt her other hand gently massaging his balls. And then his cock was surrounded by warmth, as he felt her mouth gently enclosing him, her tongue tenderly playing with his head.

"Yes," Jason said to himself, "feels like everything´s still alive after all."

It was a strange, but extremely pleasant sensation to have his cock suddenly treated to the soothing warmth of Agla´s mouth, while the rest of his body was immersed in cold water. Unfortunately, this treatment didn´t last long, as Agla´s head emerged from beneath the water´s surface all too soon.

"Not to worry," she declared, gasping for breath. "Looks as if everything´s still working!" she added with a grin.

"Er, could you do me a favour and double-check? Just to make sure, you know," Jason pleaded.

Agla looked at him sternly.

"Ok, but I won´t be able to give you a fully blown ... blow job. I don´t know if you are aware of this, but I cannot breathe under water."

"Oh!" Jason replied in apparent astonishment. "So you´re not a mermaid?"

Agla giggled. "No, as a matter of fact, I´m not. Which is just as well. Because if I was, you couldn´t do this," and she took one of his hands, leading it between her legs and onto her pussy´s lips.

No, this didn´t feel like a fish tail indeed. Jason´s hand was ready to explore a little more, and - just to make sure that Agla was really not a mermaid, but a woman from head to toe - he slipped his hand a little deeper, until he felt the contrast between the cold water of the lake and the warmth of her pussy.

"Yes," Jason said, as Agla began to emit little purring noises, "this doesn´t feel like the cold skin of a mermaid. More like the soft, warm flesh of a siren."

Agla moaned a little more.

"And apart from having to miss out on being touched like this," she purred, "a mermaid wouldn´t be able to breathe under water, either."

"Oh, I see," Jason said, unwillingly withdrawing his hand.

"But I´ll go and check again," Agla grinned, and she took a deep breath once more before she disappeared under water.

Again, Jason felt the sweet sensation of Agla´s hands cupping his balls, while her mouth engulfed his cock with warmth and extremely pleasant licks.

"Ahh!" he sighed, not sure if Agla was able to hear him as long as she was under water. "This is good!"

He wished that Agla would never stop what she was doing right now, his urge being greater for knowing that she could not stay under water for ever. He savoured it as much as he could while it lasted. Before too long (which corresponded more or less to Jason´s feeling of "way too short"), Agla came back to the surface, panting.

Jason wasn´t sure if her breathing was heavy because she had been holding her breath, or because she was getting worked up, too. He was, of course, hoping for the latter.

Agla held on to him.

"Hmmmm," she purred as her arms reached around his back, while her lips were searching for his ears and gently nibbled his earlobes, "I could have gone on like this forever! I love licking and sucking your cock, you know? The feel of your hard dick pulsating in my mouth drives me crazy," she whispered coarsely. "And tasting you is an unbelievable turn-on for me," she added.

"Hmmmm, so that makes two of us," Jason sighed, and he realized that he wasn´t feeling that cold anymore.

He pulled Agla up closer and held on to her firm little buttocks, massaging them. Then his fingers slid down in the middle between them to carefully finger her little butthole, a touch which invariably led to Agla moving up still closer to him, while she emitted little moans. She felt his hard cock brushing against her lips and felt an unsatiable desire to feel him inside her.

She wrapped her legs around him.

"I want to fuck you so badly," she whispered into his ear, "now!"

"Here?" Jason asked, a little aghast.

"Right here, right now!" Agla demanded, and she positioned herself so that her pussy was just above Jason´s cock.

"But it´s cold in this water!" Jason protested feebly, his own hornyness beginning to carry him away.

"Don´t worry, your cock will be in a hot place," she assured him with a little grin as one of her hands reached down to guide his cock into her pussy, slowly gliding up and down his shaft.

"I know that, but what about the rest?" Jason moaned, as he was thrusting against her, finding his way into Agla.

She moaned as he entered her, her back arching and her hips moving towards him, inviting him to explore her in more depth. Agla felt warm and incredibly wet. She shivered as their bodies melted to become one and she felt Jason penetrating her deeper.

"We´ll get the water heated in no time," Agla whispered, as she was holding on to him with both arms, her legs wrapped around him.

Their bodies moved as one as Jason pushed deeper into her wet, hot pussy, withdrawing only slightly every other moment. Agla had been right. He didn´t feel the cold anymore. In fact, he was getting hot, and the cold water made for an almost soothing contrast.

He looked at Agla´s face which was twisted with lust, her eyes half closed, her lips slightly parted, as she tried to take in as much of him and the entire sensation as possible. Not only feeling but also seeing her lust turned him on oeven more.

Agla started to ride him faster now as she followed the urge of their bodies. Her lips wandered from his ear to his shoulder, biting him passionately, making Jason moan in a mixture of lust and pain.

Their entangled bodies danced in the water, driven by lust. Agla´s lips continued their journey and slightly brushed over Jason´s neck. She tasted the salt of his sweat and licked her way up to his face. Then her lips searched his, opened up and his tongue penetrated her, eager to be sucked.

Although their bodies were almost perfectly united now, there were still parts left to explore, and Jason decided it was time to finger Agla´s little ass again. She reacted instantly.

"Oh god, Jason! This feels ... ohhh ... I´m just gonna come if you´re not careful," she moaned, trying to slow down, but Jason wouldn´t let her.

"I want to feel you come, babe," he whispered, holding himself back as good as he could.

Fingering her butt was as much of a turn on for him as it was for her. Carefully, he pressed his finger against her anus, taking her movements as clue for how much further he could push. Agla was near ecstatic as she tried to simultanesously move in perfect synch with Jason, his dick touching and rubbing in all the right places, and to relax her butt so that his finger might penetrate her a little deeper.

As he exerted a tiny bit of pressure, Jason felt that she started to widen just a little, and gently he moved his finger into her, not much further than its tip, and let it rest, savouring the feeling of penetrating this excitingly tight space.

Agla´s body began to twitch.

"Everything ok?" Jason asked her quietly.

Agla nodded, unable to speak. Judging by her movements and by how hot and wet she was, she seemed close. Jason nudged his finger a little deeper into her butt. Feeling and seeing Agla´s excitement, listening to her moans and moving inside her was almost too much for him now. He moaned, his movements became faster, and finally he started to finger-fuck her butt, which had opened up wide enough, its muscles relaxed.

Agla panted. Her nails dug into his back (thank god they were trimmed short, Jason thought), and her movements increased in speed and intensity. Jason felt her pussy twitching, close, but not quite there, and he fought to hold back his own lust.

For a moment, they remained almost motionless, as if the world itself had stopped turning. They were in the eye of the hurricane before they would be drawn to its edges. They savoured the magic of the moment, at the climax of lust, and Agla and Jason tried to extend the span they could remain at its very height, before the quake would set in.

And it did so with powerful force. As Jason felt Agla cum, she moaned loudly. As the orgasm shook her body, Agla´s pussy gripped and squeezed his cock tightly, in three or four pulsating waves, leaving him without the trace of a chance to hold back any longer. With an intensity mirroring hers he exploded, feeling not as if he was in a cold mountain lake now, but as if he was in the midst of a hot, erupting geysir (or, more precisely, he felt as if he was the hot, erupting geysir). Their bodies throbbed together, Agla´s pussy still milking his cock, which in turn seemed unable to stop squirting.

At last, Jason felt Agla´s tension ease as her body relaxed around him.

"Oh my god!" she panted, still gasping for air. She kissed him, her lips passionately enclosing around his. Their tongues teased each other playfully.

Carefully and slowly, Jason withdrew his index finger from her butt. He gave her an underwater slap which Agla hardly felt.

"Did the lake move for you, too, hun?" she asked him, her face beaming with post-orgasmic glee.

"Oh boy, did it ever!" Jason grinned. "I felt like a volcano beneath an iceberg. I´m actually surprised that there´s any water left. By how I felt, it should have all evaporated!"

"See?" Agla grinned at him. "I told you you wouldn´t be cold for long. But," she continued, as she started to unwrap herself and slid off him, "we´ll be cooling off now. Let´s get to the shore."

Jason nodded. "Yes, and I think by the time we´re out of the water, I´m ready for a little, er, warm up."

He looked at her with a lustful grin.

Agla laughed.

"A little warm up, eh? Allright then, you shall have it. You deserve it," she added.

Indeed, they did begin to feel the cold now that their bodies were no longer fueling each other´s heat. So they hurried to reach the lake´s shore, ready to warm each other once again.

Much later, after they had warmed up (and cooled down) again, they moved to a sunny spot at the other side of the lake to enjoy the last of the afternoon sun, before it would hide behind the mountain´s ridge. Jason´s head rested on Agla´s belly. Her hands were playing with his hair, while his hand stroked along her legs.

"Hmmm ....", Jason purred. "I am almost perfectly happy now!"

Agla stopped caressing his hair.

"Almost? What do you mean by almost? I mean, what could be more perfect than resting at a perfectly idyllic spot in the perfectly warm afternoon sun with a perfectly sweet girl, after two perfectly great orgasms?"

She sat up, her face taking on an expression of mock indignation.

"Oh, I agree, there´s almost everything a man could wish for," Jason laughed, pushing Agla down again and kissing her face.

"But ...?" Agla demanded.

"But ... this perfect scenario would be even more perfect if we had a cold beer."

Agla laughed and got up. "That´s it? Oh, if it´s that easy to make a man happy ..."

"Where are you going?"

"Getting the finishing touch. I´ll be right back," she said over her shoulder and walked to the spot where she had earlier left her clothes.

When she returned with a can in each of her hands, Jason couldn´t believe his eyes.

"Here!" she handed him one.

It felt perfectly cold.

"Where´d you get those?" he asked, baffled.

"Oh, you know, a mountain Siren never goes for a hike without a beer. And," Agla added, "I thought I´d keep them dipped into cold water. After all, a warm beer would somehow spoil the perfection of the moment.
"So, is everything to your taste now?" she asked and took a deep gulp.

Jason followed her example, then he kissed her.

"Almost. But you know, I could do with some more ..."

"Sex?" Agla grinned at him, expectantly.

Jason nodded.

"OK, so could I," she said, still grinning. "Let´s just finish this beer."

And laughing, they rolled in the grass, kissing each other, and kissed by the last beams of the sun, as their bodies began to heat up again.

(Happy birthday, Sweetheart! :) )

Beware Of The Sirens´ Song!

noreply@blogger.com (Sespresso) — Fri, 04 May 2007 21:22:00 +0000

Jason stood on a rock overlooking a deserted beach beneath him. The cool seabreeze that sent an occasional whiff of salt up to him was a delightful refreshment under the glaring sun. He felt slightly dazed, uncertain if that was due to the heat, the amounts of red wine he had been drinking the night before, or - ... He rubbed his eyes, incredulously.

From his observation point, he could clearly see two women on the beach, which was not entirely deserted after all. And they were stark naked! Jason rubbed his eyes again, just to make sure the sun and the after effects of the previous night didn´t play tricks on him, but the scene remained.

The women seemed to be completely self absorbed and oblivious to the world around them. Now and then, Jason could hear one or both of them laughing - a sound as sweet and clear as a tinkerbell. Whether it was the sound or their lush bodies presented to the world so innocently and yet so salaciously, Jason felt himself being magically drawn towards them. He climbed off the rock and carefully edged closer.

The girls were now apparently teasing each other, playfully rolling in the hot sand, like two kittens, every now and then emitting that seductive, tinkerbell laugh. It made Jason´s heart beat faster, and watching their lush bodies displayed, moving teasingly, he felt a familiar sensation just below his groins - the yearning of his beginning erection. He needed to cool off a little, so he walked closer to the water, letting his feet get rinsed by the ocean´s waves which seemed to him to be caressing the sandy ground tenderly, much like a lover would touch his beloved ...

He tried to direct his string of thoughts in another direction, but he had barely succeeded to rid his mind entirely of all erotic associations, when invariably the sound of the women´s laughter brought his attention back to them, instantly reawakening the pleasantly wicked thoughts. And his erection with them.

One of them had gotten up. She was shaking her long, brown hair, which was flowing down to the middle of her back. The sight of her slim, tanned body with her lush breasts, now in full sight of Jason, almost took his breath away, and he stood helplessly watching her, his mouth open, his hand instinctively covering his hard longing.

The brown haired woman now reached out her hands and pulled up her companion. Her companion was quite a bit smaller, of slender stature, with small, firm breasts, and short, black hair. Giggling, arms wrapped around each other, they ran into the surf, where they continued their teasing play, ducking each other, chasing each other, until they had enough of this and swam out into the open sea.

Both of them were strong swimmers, and Jason had to squint his eyes to keep track of them (you never knew, he thought to himself - he might have to save them). He walked a little closer up to where the girls had been sitting earlier and made himself comfortable, his bare feet dipped into the water, his erection cooled, but not entirely calmed down by the fresh seawater.

The girls were still out, swimming, and suddenly he felt overwhelmed by the desire to simply lie down, his feet still in the water. He took off his t-shirt. And, since obviously this was - if anything - a nudist beach, he got rid of his swimming trunks, too. Dreamily, he dozed off, the sun touching his skin, one hand self-obliviously cupping his cock.

He must have fallen asleep eventually. Jason had no idea how long he had been sleeping, but he awoke to that tinkerbell laugh which had drawn him close to where the two women had been before they had headed off into the water. As he tried to move, he realized that he couldn´t. In a slight sensation of panic, he realized that he was tied down by his arms and legs. He opened his eyes and found himself looking up a set of long, slim legs.

His gaze wandered further up, the thighs, the crotch with a pair of delicious looking, shaven pussy-lips, a pair of hips, a belly button which made him want to bury his tongue in immediately, a slim, yet feminine belly, and the pair of wonderful, lush breasts he had admired earlier. Again, there was that nagging sensation in his middle, and as he looked down, he noticed, not without embarassment, that his cock was fully erect ("Behave yourself," he tried to tell his cock, but the naughty geezer didn´t seem to be too impressed with his internal prayer.)

"Look who we´ve got here," the brown haired woman said, smiling down at him.

And, seemingly adressing his feet, she continued, "Agla, looks like Gulliver has woken up."

Only now did he realize that the smaller girl with the short hair was standing at his feet, and he let his gaze wander across her body, which was slightly more athletic than the body of the taller woman, her legs muscular, her pussy delicately shaven, slender body, and firm, small breasts which he had also noticed earlier (he couldn´t have helped it!). He would have loved to touch the contrasting pair of them, being the middle part of a sandwich, but somehow, he felt, he was not in the position to make demands.

Agla - if that was indeed the smaller girl´s name - nodded and, letting out another one of those chiming laughs, agreed.

"Sure looks like it! Now, what are we going to do with little Gulliver, Thel?" Jason felt it was about time to intervene.

"Ahm - hello? My name´s Jason."

"But, of course you are Jason," Thel chuckled, smiling down upon him.

"Pleased to meet you," Agla said. "I´d shake your hand, but looks like that is impossible right now," she giggled.

"Er - I was going to ask you about that. Do you think it would be asking too much to free me of those ties? I´m feeling a little uncomfortable and ...." He was searching for the right word.

"At our mercy?" Thel suggested helpfully.

"Yes, at your mercy," Jason nodded, thankful for the linguistic support.

"Good," Thel replied, an evil grin around her full lips. "That was the idea."

"I beg your pardon?" Jason asked baffled, trying to grasp the implication.

"You see," Agla said, squatting down beside him, her fingers gliding from his toes across his shins, over his knees up his inner thighs, stopping short before his still erect penis, "we are just two girls, all alone out here, possibly helpless. And suddenly, there is a stranger, obviously awaiting us to return from our little swim, he´s all naked, with a remarkable erection ..."

Jason´s gaze wandered down towards his middle again, and, as he noted not without feeling a little rueful, his penis showed no inclination to back down. On the contrary, the sensation of Agla´s finger gliding over his skin seemed to have encouraged his cock to present himself in an even more coquettish fashion, yearning for attention, and - more to the point - being touched and felt.

"So," Thel added, "we figured, for the moment it was safest to tie you up. But," she continued, now lowering her body, until she sat squatting opposite from Agla, her fingernails gliding from his neck, over his chest, down, across his belly, digging into his flesh just above his cock, causing him to wince slightly, "don´t worry."

She smiled.

"I think you might enjoy it. Just relax - we will release you eventually."

Agla gave him a grin that was meant to be reassuring.

"At least for the time being we have no intention to leave you there, all tied up, to rot in the sun and be an easy prey to the vultures."

"Vultures?" Jason asked feebly. "I didn´t know there were vultures here."

"Oh," Thel said, patting him on the thigh, "there are many things that you still have to learn, little Jason."

With that, they both got up, chuckling at his futile attempts to free himself.

After they had left, Jason was starting to wonder if they had changed their mind and would leave him to sundry like a tomato under the glaring sun after all, and he caught himself scanning the sky for circling vultures, but the only birds he spotted were seagulls. After a while he heard that tinkerbell laugh again, and he almost cursed the seductive sound of it now, since he felt that that was what had gotten him here and into that dodgy situation in the first place.

Jason heard the soft sound of someone walking in sand. He looked up and into the smiling face of Agla.

"I have come to make you a little more comfortable," she said, placing a folded towel beneath his head.

"There. Better?"

He nodded.

"And since we don´t want you to turn into a lobster, we will also provide a little shade for you," Agla added, opening a sunshade behind him and arranging it so his body was protected from the increasingly hot sun.

"I am feeling a little dehydrated," Jason managed to say.

Agla nodded and bent down to kiss him lightly on the forehead.

"I´ll be right back," she promised.

Soon after, she returned, a glass with ice cubes in her hand, and a bottle with a clear liquid in the other. She knelt down beside him, opened the bottle and held it to his lips.

"What is this?" Jason asked suspiciously.

Aga laughed her tinkerbell laugh.

"Not very trusting, are we? Well, I guess I understand, considering the circumstances .... It´s just plain water. See?"

And she proceeded to drink herself, in long, longing gulps, some of the water trickling out of her mouth and onto his hot belly, sending shivers down his body. She looked at him and smiled again.

"You dare taking a mouthful now yourself?" she asked with a little sneer.

Jason nodded, and as she put the bottle to his mouth, he eagerly drank, savouring the fresh water which to him tasted more delicious than any wine he had ever drunk (in fact, thinking of wine right now didn´t appeal to him - apparently it had been a bit too much the previous evening). What made it even more delicious was that he was being served it by Agla, kneeling before him, all naked, her small breasts brushing against his cheek.

"Enough for the moment?" she asked, wiping a drop of water off his lips and licking her finger.

"Yes, I´m fine right now, thank you," he said, his middle rising again at the sight of Agla sucking her finger.

He wondered what the ice cubes were for - she couldn´t very well put them into the bottle, and apparently she had no intention of having him drink out of the glass. She put down the bottle.

As if reading his thoughts, she answered "Oh, I thought perhaps your hot body needed to cool off a little," and with that, she picked an ice cube from the glass, gliding it across his chest, around his nipples until they got hard and small, and with an evil little grin down his belly, until his body was covered in goosebumps, both from the cold and the sensation.

He quivered and emitted a little moan. The ice cube traveled further down, until it reached the shaft of his cock.

"Looking a little hot here."

Agla´s voice had suddenly gone coarse. She placed the ice cube in her palm and began stroking his cock with her hand, the ice cube clenched between her hand and his shaft.

"Ohh ..." Jason moaned, in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Well, he thought to himself, it was definitely more pleasure than pain.

Agla´s hand continued its massaging movements, until the ice cube had nearly melted. When there was only a fraction left, she removed her hand from his shaft and cupped it over his head, the ice now disintegrated into drops of icey water slowly trickling down his head. She continued stroking him, until the icey water mixed with drops of precum. Agla bent down to kiss his cock, licking off the juices.

His longing was now almost painful.

"Can I have some more of this?" he pleaded.

"Some more of what?" Agla asked back, innocently, lifting her head.

"Some more of this ice cube treatment. I am terribly hot, you know, and I think my middle needs some more ... cooling."

"Shhh!" Agla placed her hand on his lips. "Not right now," looking into the direction where he supposed Thel was located. "But I´ll be back later. I promise!"

She picked up another ice cube, put it into her mouth and kissed him. As she did, his tounge eagerly searched hers, and she passed the ice cube on to him.

"I´ll leave that for you - something to cool you down a little."

With that, she got up, blowing him another kiss, deliberately swinging her hips as she walked off towards Thel.

As he sucked on the ice cube, he desperately pulled on his ropes to free his hands. His urge to have his cock touched was almost unbearable - it could hardly get any stronger. At least that´s what he thought at that time. Poor Jason - little did he know what else was in stock for him at that point ...

As Jason was still struggling in vain to get a grip on his erection, Agla returned, together with Thel this time, carrying a blanket in her hand and a small bag in the other.

"We thought we´d keep you entertained," Thel said, grinning at him lasciviously.

Full of anticipation, his cock hard as a bone, he wriggled invitingly, hoping to entice one or better still both of the girls to give him a nice rub down. He was dying to have his erection touched.

Indeed, they both approached him, Agla kneeling down to his right, while Thel placed herself to his left. Agla opened the bag she had brought along. She pulled out a black silk scarf which she handed Thel. Thel moved towards Jason´s head.

"What are you going to do?" he asked suspiciously.

"Don´t worry," Thel answered reassuringly, "I´m not going to strangle you ..."

"Oh, good, thanks a million," Jason replied, interrupting her (a big mistake, as Thel´s disapproving frown immediately made clear to him).

"I am only going to blindfold you while we subject you to the first part of your - er treatment."

"What treatment?" Jason asked, signs of slight panic showing in his eyes.

"Don´t worry," Agla interfered, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I promise that we will do nothing to harm you."

"In fact," Thel added, "I am pretty sure that you are going to like what we´ll be doing to you."

"Ok then," Jason said, "go ahead."

Not that would have had much choice, anyway.

Thel blindfolded him, and he felt that she was waving her hands before his face to check whether he was actually unable to see. Jason felt strange. Being not only tied up, but now also blindfolded he was even more at the mercy of those two strange girls. But somehow, he was more curious than he was actually worried. But for all he knew, these two chicks could be psychic murderers, taking pleasure in torturing their victims; or making them their sex slaves before proceeding ... he tried to shoo away these alarming thoughts, sharpening his senses instead to what was going on around him.

His nose caught a whiff of a delicious smell with a slight hint of roses, and then he felt four hands spreading something which felt slightly greasy on his body. Hmmm .... apparently, Thel and Agla spoilt his body with some extremely pleasant after-sun treatment, although at that point he would have been unable to tell if they were covering him in lotion or in oil.

They had started with his feet, massaging his soles. Amazingly, the girls managed to do so without tickeling him (and this was an area where Jason was extremely tickelish). On the contrary, the feeling was magnificently pleasing to him, and although he could not see it, he felt that his penis was reacting to the massage of this particular erogenous zone.

Realizing that Agla and Thel were probably not about to live out some horrendous fantasy where he was to play the part of the victim, Jason was finally able to relax, as Agla and Thel proceeded to the upper part of his feet, massaging every part of it diligently, without leaving out a single toe.

Now they were both working his legs, applying a little pressure, rubbing and massaging him with both hands. Taking their time, they worked his shins (he had never known that this was an erogenous zone as well), and the sensation running through his body was so pleasant that he could not help but start to moan softly.

The girls reacted to his moans by intensifying their massage, ignoring his attempts to steer their attention towards his penis by bringing up his hips - as far as his ties allowed. Agla and Thel, working in perfect harmony, had reached the region around his knees now. Carefully, they massaged the area around them, before continuing with his upper thighs.

When they had reached the insides, he started to feel almost painfully horny. God, it felt so good, and because he could neither see nor intervene in any way, his longing was stirred up even more.

Diligently, Agla and Thel kneaded his thighs, using both hands, now and again applying some of the oil (yes, he was pretty certain now that it was some massage oil they´d been rubbing onto him).

Their hands moved up and down, slowly, now pressing, now stroking, causing goosebumps to rise all over his body. Goosebumps were, of course, not the only things rising up, and he was eagerly anticipating the moment when they - or one of them - would reach what he considered the focal point of a decent full-body massage.

His moans were getting louder, and he felt that this was enticing the girls to intensify their massage. He wished he could take a peek at them - he wanted to know what their faces looked lik as they were treating his body so luxuriously. Did they smile? Did their faces display signs of lust, of longing, as their hands moved slowly, but unavoidably upward toward his crotch? Now and then, it felt like a hand was almost touching his balls.

He decided to give it a try. His feeling of lust was stronger than any restraint he might have had felt obliged to obey earlier.

"Oh yeah," he moaned, "please touch my balls."

The hands stopped. There was a pause.

"Er - did I say anything wrong?" he asked.

"What do you think? Should we give in to his plea?" he heard Thel ask Agla quietly.

"Well - why not?" he heard Agla´s friendly voice reply.

"Be careful what you wish for," Thel said, apparently addressing him. "Are you sure, Jason, that you really want this, that you can really take this?"

Of course he could - what did they think?

"Yes, I am really, really, really certain," the begging in his voice was clearly audible.

Then he felt a hand carefully touching his balls. Bliss! He stretched himself out as good as the ties around his ankles and wrists would allow him, thrusting his hips upward.

The hand was gently pulling the lower end of his nuts, then covering them entirely, pressing, kneading and stroking. His urge was growing further. He felt his penis dancing, obviously trying to jump into the hand working his balls, or any hand for that matter, but none of the hands would fulfill this desire.

He moaned again.

"Oh yeah, this is incredible," he sighed. "Can you touch a bit more?"

The hand stopped.

"What is it now?" Thel´s voice sounded slightly impatient.

"Hmmm ... what you´re doing to me is really good ... but I think the little man in the middle is urging for a little caressing treatment..."

The girls started to giggle.

"Would you like me to stop caressing your balls then?" Agla´s voice asked.

"Would you work my cock instead?" he asked back, his voice coarse from lustful anticipation.

There was a short pause again, then without any further comment, all four hands resumed their work on his body, gliding over his hips ("Yes!" he thought, "Finally!"), and onto his belly, and proceeded without touching his nuts or his cock.

Jason´s body was tense now with sexual desire and pent-up frustration. He decided to change his tactics.

"I´m sorry if I was too impertinent there," he began, his cock bobbing wildly as the girls moved further up his belly.

Again he heard them giggling.

"You were not being impertinent," Thel adressed him softly. "Just a little - impatient. We´ll have to teach you patience, and perhaps a little subedience," she added.

"Ahhh ... " he was half moaning again as their hands approached his chest and began to gently caress his nipples until they must have been peaking up like little stings.

Suddenly he felt something new - two hot bodies stretched out next to his, soft, wet pussys pressed agains his thighs, and two mouths nibbled on his nipples. Now and then a tongue playfully licked around his nipples, causing him to sigh.

Two hands continued to stroke his belly, slightly tickeling him around his belly button, and inadvertently brushing against his cock, but still refusing to outright touch him where he felt he wanted, no: needed it the most. Instead, those two devilish women teased him further by moving their thighs along his legs, leaving wet traces on his thighs, and they were occasionally emitting a moan.

He felt his cock dripping, but fearing that Thel and Agla would stop their almost entire body massage, he did not dare to say anything, restricting himself to nonverbal communication by moving his hips and voicing but the occasional moan.

Without moving their bodies, the girls kissed upward from his chest, eventually reaching his neck. They kissed his neck. Then the kisses were followed by gentle licks, which in turn were followed by gentle bites. His body trembled. He felt like he was about to burst with lust, his urge to have his cock touched no matter how almost killing him.

He felt their thighs gliding over his, and for a moment he expected one of them to finally ride him. He lay completely still, full of expectation of a warm, wet pussy sliding over his balls and up. But Thel and Agla remained where they were, rubbing themselves against him, moaning softly, continuing to kiss, lick and bite his neck.

Finally he felt the two hands that were caressing his belly move down a little further, and, at last, one of them took his cock. He was so surprised, his lust held back and anticipating that moment, that he thought he would come in an instant. He enjoyed the stroking movements expertly working his cock ("At last!" he thought), caressing his head and spreading his amply leaking precum all across his penis.

Again he moaned, and judging by the girls´ movements and little sighs, he was not the only one here who felt incredibly horny.

"Careful now," he groaned as he felt he was about to come.

The hand caressing him moved a little lighter and withdrew from his head to concentrate on stroking his shaft. Then Thel moved her body away from his, while Agla continued to caress his cock.

He felt Thel´s hand gliding over his face, her mouth approached his, and she kissed him. His tongue sought hers, she gave in and admitted his tongue into her mouth, sucking it vividly. He did not want to let go, ever again, and when Thel stopped sucking on his tongue, he eagerly tried to catch hers, taking her into his mouth, sucking on her tongue in a long and passionate kiss. Eventually, Thel´s mouth moved on, kissing his nose. Then he felt her reaching around his head - she removed his blindfold.

Dazed by the light, he looked up. Thel walked around him and lightly drew Agla up to her. Up to this point Agla had been caressing him, careful not to make him come - yet.

"What are you doing?" Jason asked, a little disappointed, still horny as hell, his cock standing erect and forlorn above his belly, his head read and covered in a glistening mixture of precum and massage oil.

"Stay tuned - the show will go on any minute," Agla told him with a wicked grin.

Thel spread out the blanket they had brought along, and the girls placed themselves on it, right before his eyes, making sure they gave him a good view of their lush bodies. And then they started kissing.

Jason could see their tongues interlocking, their body´s shivering with desire.

Their sweet mouths touched, over and over again, their tongues touching, moving in and out of each other´s mouth, now Thel sucking on Agla, then Agla sucking on Thel, taking turns in one seemingly unending passionate kiss. Jason thought he almost felt their tongues in his mouth, which had begun to water in unison with his cock, now leaking with precum even more than before.

Their mouths separated and the girls looked longingly and lovingly into each other´s eyes. Agla wiped Thel´s mouth with her finger and put her finger into her mouth to lick it, giving him a wicked grin as she did so. The little bitch knew only too well that this sight made him even hornier, if that was still possible (it was, as it should turn out in a moment).

Thel started to kiss Agla´s neck. Agla moaned.

"Thel ... you know there´s no restraint for me when you´re doing that to me!"

"Good," Thel almost whispered, but loud enough for him to overhear, "I don´t want you restrained, baby! I want to turn you on - oh so much. I want you to lose all your senses!"

Her speech was only interrupted by the kisses in which she covered Agla´s neck while Agla´s body moved, driven by lust.

Agla´s nipples had hardened and were in full view of Jason, turning him on even more. Agla arched her back, lifting her hips so they met with Thel´s. Thel continued to kiss Agla, while Agla dug her nails into Thel´s back. Thel slowly worked her way down from Agla´s neck. Her tongue was now circling Agla´s hard, pointed nipples, licking them, Thel´s crotch rubbing against Agla´s right thigh.

Jason moaned. His cock was starting to drip, and he badly needed to be touched. He thought he could bear it no longer.

"Please, release me, at least one hand, you are killing me!"

Unimpressed by Jason´s pleas, Thel continued to work Agla´s breasts. She went from licking them to taking them into her mouth, as far as they went, sucking on them, while making sure Jason would not miss a thing of it. Agla´s moans became louder, and she tried to grind her hips against Thel. Thel moved further down, kissing Agla´s belly, now and then biting her gently, until she reached the fleshy upper part of Agla´s pussy.

Thel bit her gently, before her head disappeared between Agla´s thighs. Judging from Agla´s moans, Thel was now licking her pussy - lips and clit - in circling movements. Jason could not see it, but his imagination was strong enough to picture what was going on there vividly.

Jason thought he would come right there and then. He was so turned on he thought his cock would not need touching, but, yes, he longed for it - he hadn´t even known that this degree of longing was possible at all (don´t we all keep learning all our lives?).

"Wait," Agla exclaimed exasperated, "I´m just about to take off. Let´s share with him."

Thel´s head appeared, her lips covered in Agla´s juices, a wicked grin stretching from ear to ear.
She was ready to share. The girls aproached him, again.

"You want to taste Agla?" Thel asked Jason.

Jason nodded eagerly. Anything - if they just relieved his burning desire.

Thel lowered herself close to his face and started to kiss him. It was almost too much for him. He tasted Agla´s juices on Thel´s mouth, eagerly sucking her tongue which she offered him with surprising willingness now. He tasted both her and Agla´s desire, and it drove him mad.

Agla had lowered herself between his legs.

"Hmmm ... this is such an incredibly nice hard-on," she whispered, and then she started to lick his balls.

She sucked them eagerly, while his cock seemed to be dancing wildly again, dying to be touched.

His desire had not dwindled since she had touched him before. On the contrary, if anything, the lack of her touch had made his lust burn stronger. Agla took her time, slowly working her way up his shaft, where his precum was trickling. Agla licked him like an ice cone, still not touching his head, while Thel´s tongue kept playing with Jason´s.

Jason moaned again.

"My goodness," he exclaimed when Thel withdrew her tongue, "you girls are killing me."

Both of his heads were throbbing.

Thel turned round, kneeling over Jason´s belly, stretching her pussy towards him invitingly. She lowered herself enough so he could reach her with his tongue, inhaling and tasting her. Thel´s body quivered as he started exploring her, and then he felt his cock´s head being licked.

He trembled. He was so incredibly horny he felt as if he was going to explode any second now. Then his cock disappeared, presumably in Thel´s mouth, while Agla was licking his shaft, now and then diving a little lower to work his balls.

While Jason intensified his licking of Thel´s pussy, his tongue, which had been circling her lips and clit, penetrating her, Thel sucked him, trying to take him in still deeper, her tongue playing with his head. When he felt as if he was coming, his moans got louder. Thel felt the shivers going through his body and through his cock, and she stopped sucking. She turned round and shook her head.

"No, not yet!" she almost scolded him.

His cock´s head was as large and red as he had never seen it before, leaking, precum trickling down all over it.

"Please!" he moaned, hardly able to restrain himself.

"What about Agla?" Thel asked him.

"Yeah, what about me?" Agla asked, her head appearing from between his thighs.

Jason was hardly able to think clearly, his ability to do so was seriously impaired by the degree of horniness he experienced.

"Well - what if you let me make the both of you happy?" he asked. "But - perhaps it would be easier if you turned me loose ...?"

The girls looked at each other, grinning. Then Thel put on an earnest face - as good as she could.

"Do you, Jason, think you can handle this?" she asked, giving him a serious look.

Agla giggled, which was instantly greeted with a scolding look from Thel - and a punch into her ribs with Thel´s elbow. Jason attempted to maintain a straight face, which was not easy, with his cock horny and erect and two naked, equally horny girls sitting on or next to him.

Agla managed to regain her composure, asking him solemnly, "And, do you, Jason, promise you will not attempt to run away or engage in any other unfaithful actions when released from your ropes?"

Jason, looking as serious as he managed under the circumstances, nodded eagerly.

"Alright then," Thel declared at last, "we will release you. But," she gave him another wicked grin, "behave yourself!"

Agla loosened the ties around his ankles. When she was done, she straddled him, her hot, wet pussy touching his balls.

"Just to make sure you won´t run away," she said with a grin.

As if he´d wanted to! If this was hell, that was certainly the place for him!

Now Thel took off the ties around his wrists, and looking into Jason´s eyes, she admonished him once more: "Behave yourself, and be a good boy!"

Jason nodded obediently. When Thel was done removing his ties, she resumed her place, turning her back and pussy towards his face, her legs straddling his neck.

Now that Jason´s hands had regained their freedom, he was determined to use them. And he worked Thels pussy with his fingers, exploring her, caressing her lips, while his tongue resumed its journey into the depths of her wet crevice. Thel moaned and moved her body, directing him to where she wanted to be touched and licked.

Finally, Jason felt Agla, who had been rubbing her pussy against his balls and shaft, moving further up, making him glide inside her. She started to move, letting him slide in and out of her, slowly amd gently at first, then increasingly harder and faster.

Jason moaned again, joining the girls lustful chanting. Yes, their moans sounded like a sweet song of pure lust, and as Agla´s and Thel´s movements became faster, his licking and sucking intensified. One of his fingers pressed against Thel´s anus, which caused her to freeze momentarily, savouring the touch of his fingers which seemed to be all over her.

Jason felt that he would not be able to hold back much longer. His lust had been wanting to burst out for hours, or so it seemed to him, but he didn´t want to be the one who spoiled the party. He wanted to feel at least one of the girls come first, so he tried to restrain himself (what was that trick again? Ah, yes, thinking of cooking recipes - 2 cups of flour, 1 cup of sugar, two eggs ...).

"Jason!" Thel panted, "Where are you?"

"I am sorry," he groaned, "I´m right here. I just had to concentrate to hold back!"

And he resumed licking and caressing Thel, while he felt that Agla was getting close. Real close.

"Oh god," se moaned loudly, "I´´m ... oh ... ahhhh...."

Jason felt his cock being gripped tightly by the contractions of Agla´s pussy. He felt her trembling body, erupting again and again.

"Thel?" he moaned.

"Don´t stop!" Thel pleaded.

No need to tell him - he couldn´t possibly stop, not if his life depended on it.

Feeling Agla come and sensing Thel being close had brought him to the edge, and now he was falling off it.

"Ahhhhhh ....." his orgasm sent earthquake like tremors through his entire body, and his fingers were shaking in and around Thel.

Thel herself was shaking, trembling now as her orgasm set in. Her legs almost broke his neck, but Jason continued to lick, savouring her juices that were trickling over his chin until her tremors abated.

Agla and Thel glid off him. Thel turned round, rubbing her body against his, her head leaning against his chest. Agla took the place to his right. She crawled up to reach his face and kissed him, tasting both him and Thel.

"Hmmmm ...", she smiled. "Tasty!"

"So," Thel said feebly, "was that to your taste now, Jason?"

Jason nodded, equally worn out.

"Hmmm ... actually, I could do with some more of this!"

Agla grinned.

"Be careful what you wish for! And - beware of the song of the Sirens!"

Giggling, they snuggled up to him.

And while we we are still giggling, Maureen and I are already secretly thinking up what surprise we can come up with next to make our threesome stay at the beach with you, Jason - Jo, as exciting as possible.

Wake Up!

noreply@blogger.com (Sespresso) — Sun, 29 Apr 2007 15:02:00 +0000

I wake up. Judging by the colour of the sky, it is still very early in the morning. Too early to get up, I decide. But for some reason, I am unable to go back to sleep. So, what do I do now? My hand touches my crotch. Hmm, feels good! I am feeling slightly horny. Through my underpants my fingers start playing with my pussy's lips. I can feel them getting bigger, pulsating. The hard, little knob at the center is longing for some caressing. After circling around it for a while, my fingers finally give in, stroking from lips to cherry pit and back.

The fingers of my right hand start wandering, working their way beneath the textile divide, to dive into the wet hole way below my clit, while my left hand, also wandering below my undies, is pulling my pussy´s lips apart ever so slightly, while carefully touching the little knob. Hmmm ... feels good! Hungry! I remove my underpants to get a better feel and grip, without having to struggle with the cotton. My entire hands are now touching as much as they can, lips, clit, the wet crevice, playing gently here, pushing a little deeper there. My hips are circling, but I try to move carefully, so as not to wake Jo up.

He is lying on his back fast asleep, his thigh touching mine. I turn to my left side to snuggle up against him. I love to smell him - his skin, his hair (with a faint touch of shampoo), and a little reminder of the after shave he wore yesterday which goes really well with his own fragrance. Hmmm! My hand touches his shoulder, carefully following its curve, then down his arm into the pit of his elbow, and along his powerful underarms, until my fingers touch his hand which is lying on his belly.

My hand explores further, now following the way from his belly button, up to his chest, cheekily playing with his nipple, until I feel it getting hard under my finger. I let my hand wander back down again - I love stroking across his belly, taking in the feel of his skin through my fingers. Touching and feeling skin is so erotic, and when I have the time to amply indulge in this, I get really worked up. In a very pleasant sense. And his body fragrance is just a real turn on to me! Carefully, I move up closer so my head lies just above his shoulder, so that my nose is close to his neck. I inhale deeply, enjoying his warmth. My other hand takes a short dive between my thighs - yes, I could have guessed that it is a little wet there... I pull out my hand again, turning my full attention to my sweetheart, who is still happily entangled in some dream unknown to me. Whatever it is, it doesn´t seem to be a nightmare, since he his smiling in his sleep.

Carefully, I let my hand wander again over his chest, playing with the hair around his nipples, then cupping and softly pinching them. My hand strokes across his chest again, savouring the feel of his warm skin. Slowly, I feel my way down his belly again, resting in the area of his belly button, trying to fight the impulse to let my fingers head directly for his cock. Instead, I glide my hand back and forth across his belly, playing with the fine hair (I love the feel of that too, I admit it!), in the process occasionally touching his hand which is lying a few inches below his belly button.

But finally the temptation to explore Jo´s middle becomes to great for a girl to resist (hey, my gender allows for an occasional excuse!), and I put my hand under the blanket to feel his dick through his underpants, soft, warm and cosily asleep as his master. But - very much unlike his master - it doesn´t take long to start waking. My hand is hardly doing anything at this point, just holding him through his underpants, now and then contracting my fingers a little, in a motion similar to milking. Eventually, Jo´s dick starts to stir under my caressing hand. As my grip is getting firmer, I can feel him growing, slowly unravelling from his embryonic, curled up sleep position to a straight shape, going from soft to a little firmer to "hello, I´m getting hard here!"

I continue to gently stroke him, hold him and occasionally grip him a little tighter, at which his cock seems to "respond" in his own language, it is almost like morsing: "Nudgenudge!" And the almost immediate answer: "Prod-prodprodprodprod-Prod!" My hand touches his cock´s head, stroking him through his underpants, playing with him and teasing him. Jo starts stirring in his sleep, giving a soft groan. Careful so as not to awake him yet, I crawl under the blanket. I can feel that his cock is fully erect by now, hard, longing to be touched - yes, that´s quite a turn on, and another temptation I cannot resist.

As I remove his underpants, his hard dick almost leaps out. Jo´s hand is moving towards his cock, the hungry longing having intruded upon his sleep. Yes, you do need a good feel, I cannot help thinking, growing ever more horny myself, my crotch rubbing against his leg. With my lips, I begin nuzzling Jo's balls, sucking them, while his hand is touching himself more forcefully now, rubbing hard at first, then carefully playing with his head. "Hmmmmm!" I hear Jo groaning, but judging from the little snore that follows, he is still not quite awake. I am still kissing and nibbling his balls, and I am working my way up by now. Jo´s hand is moving away, scratching his belly. I jump upon the opportunity, licking his cock up from the balls. My hand is reaching out for his belly which is all wet, and I feel his cock´s head oozing precum in lustful anticipation.

Oh yes! I do want to taste those juices, lick them off, suck them! My cunt is already leaving wet traces all over Jo´s leg, as my tongue eagerly licks the tip of Jo´s cock, tasting the salty sap, before my mouth clutches itself hungrily all around him, seeking to take as much of him in as possible. "Hey, babe, what are you doing? God - that feels good! Hmmmm!" Jo murmurs sleepily. I interrupt the lustful sucking, sticking my head up above the blanket, smiling at him. "Sorry for waking you, hon! I just couldn´t resist it ..." He makes me shut up by shoving my head down again. "Don´t stop now! Get back to what you were doing before!"

Jo is holding my head, just a little forcefully, pushing me deeper towards his middle. Panting with excitement, I suck him harder, releasing his cock only now and then to draw a deep breath, only to have Jo push my head deep down onto his crotch again. His hips are moving towards me, telling me to try and get him into my mouth deeper. His groans are making me even hotter, and the hornier I get, the harder I suck. I want to feel him come in my mouth, I want to taste his cum, every little bit of it. "Careful, babe!" he moans softly. His cock, dripping in an almost continuous stream of horny juices, is contracting, but Jo is holding back. I draw back a little, letting him just intrude again and again, so that his head keeps rubbing against my lips, wetting them with his sap, while my hand is massaging the lower parts of his long, hard and by now extremely horny dick.

His dick is intruding deeper into my mouth, moving faster and faster. He must be erupting any second now. Jo´s cock twitches in my mouth. He does not let me withdraw any more, holding me forcefully, carried away by pure lust. I do my best to fuck him fast with my mouth. I am myself almost losing my mind, my pulsating pussy rubbing against Jo´s leg. He is panting. I pull him out of my mouth one more time. In the little parting of his head, I can see the first drops of sperm gleaming. My tongue intrudes this little hole just slightly, catching a first taste.

"I want you to come! Now!" I beg, no, I order him. Hornily, my mouth clutches his cock again, taking him in as deep as possible. I am trying not to choke and push my tongue up towards him as I feel him deep down, almost touching my throat, while I am swallowing his continuous stream of salty sap as good as I can. His cock is twitching. "Oh yeah!" Jo moans. He grips my head and pulls it closer towards him, not letting me escape. As if I wanted to! Eagerly, my mouth keeps sucking, more intense now, moving in short, breathless motions. Then I feel him. His dick twitches, stretches one final time, starts pulsating, and then erupts in a series of hot, forceful explosions. Hot, salty juices are running down my mouth. I cannot swallow it all, although I am trying my best. Some of it is trickling out of the corner of my mouth. I keep licking him.

Feeling, smelling and caressing Jo, sensing his excitement, and tasting him all the way has not left me uncaught. Horniness can be extremely contagious, any my pussy leaving traces all over his leg is speaking for itself. I feel a familiar sensation that brings me closer to explosion myself - Jo has put the vibrator between my legs. He moves it gently around my clit, and carefully lets it penetrate me and presses it down a little, so that the vibrais exerting a little pressure towards my butt. I am not too far off - in fact, his cumming very nearly set me on fire without much else needed. Still licking his seemingly never ebbing juices, I feel it coming. Slowly at first. Then hard. And finally vigorously.

Strawberry Fields

noreply@blogger.com (Sespresso) — Sat, 21 Apr 2007 17:42:00 +0000

It doesn´t happen too often, but today is one of those days when you awake way before me, and I, unlike normally, stay asleep as you get up. Quietly, so as not to wake me, you scurry into the kitchen and close the door behind you. When you start grinding coffee beans, I am finally torn from my dreams. Sleepily, I consult the alarm clock. It´s not even seven in the morning, and it´s our day off. I drop back into the pillows and decide it´s ok to doze off again.

I wake up when you kiss me on the forehead. "Good morning, my sleeping beauty," you whisper into my ear. "Open your eyes." I do - and I cannot believe them. In front of the bed, you have placed a tray. There are croissants, buns, a bowl full of fresh strawberries,a small bowl with whipped cream, two hard boiled eggs, cheese and salami. To crown it all, there´s a vase with a gorgeous dark red rose, two glasses and a bottle of sparkling wine placed in a cooler with ice. "Aww - you´re incredibly sweet!" I murmur, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. You bend down to kiss me passionately. I can taste strawberry flavour. And you whisper "Ready for some breakfast?" "Hmmm ...yes," I answer, smiling at you. You pull me close, your hands touching my bare back, stroking slowly up my spine, tickeling my neck ever so slightly, until my nipples become hard and perk at your chest.

You keep stroking up and down my back, my neck, then you touch my arms, letting your fingers glide down the inside of my elbows, my lower arms, my palms. Without a word, you turn me round and make me lie down on my belly, continuing to gently rub my back. I try to touch you, reaching behind me, but you have different plans. "Don´t move," you admonish me. "Just relax and ... trust me!" I seem to sense a slightly devilish hint in your voice, and "Trust me!" sets me on red alert. "What are you up to?" I ask suspiciously, craning my neck to see what you are doing. Are you going to pin me down and tickle me? No, I figure, you wouldn´t take the risk - I´d be bouncing around wildly (and you´d end up with at least one bruise on your legs, or arms, or worse - or all of the possible spots). Or would you? "Shhh! Relax!" You take me between your legs, practically sitting on my butts, and gently rub my back, until you feel my tension easing off. Your fingers glide up and down my spine again, all the way to my butts where you are sitting, and with both of your hands up again, sending a thrilling sensation all the way down my body, from tip to toe. And, of course, right to the parts in my middle.

"Hmmm..." Unable to say more, I just purr, wriggeling my butts. You lean forward, and through your pants I can feel your balls and your hardening cock brush across my lower back. "My pussy´s waking up," I announce. You laugh. "Good! But the voracious li´l girl will have to wait a while yet." With a sigh, I just decide to give in and give myself up to whatever you intend to do. Apparently, I´m not yet relaxed enough for your taste, because now you start taking care of my shoulders. You begin kneading them, digging your fingers into that muscle which just always seems to be tense, rubbing up my neck and down to the sides again. You continue kneading and massaging my shoulders and stroking up and down the sides of my neck, your cock and balls giving my back a very pleasant rub of their own, although they are still covered in their cotton-prison. Every now and then, your massage is complemented by a kiss you place on my neck, or on my shoulders. Gentle kisses, followed by gentle bites. When your kneading movements slowly give way to stroking movements, I sense with regret that this pleasant massage is about to end, but something is telling me that you´re up to more, and I´ll gladly let you surprise me.

You kiss me again, soft touches, starting at my neck, my left shoulder, then my right shoulder, then down my spine, and you don´t seem to be missing one single vertebra, until you reach the last one, just above my butts. Then you pull on my thongs, and I lift my lower body to help you remove them. You pull them off and then touch my butts´ cheeks with your lips, and after a loud, smacking kiss on each of them, I receive two light spanks. "Stay!" you say resolutely as I again try to turn round to kiss you, "Trie to lie down as flat as you can. And don´t move now!"

Without seeing it, I feel that you are bending over somewhere to the tray loaded with breakfast goodies. It sounds like you are dipping something, and then I feel you placing that something on my back. It feels soft, light and cool - and then I catch the scent. You are covering me in strawberries, which you dipped into the whipped cream, placing them in a row, one behind the other, all the way down my back. Now that´s quite a feeling. When you´re done, I ask "And now?". "And now, I´m gonna harvest this strawberry field," you say, bending down. I feel you picking one strawberry up with your mouth. Then you lean over me, so we are face to face, a cream covered strawberry halfway in your mouth. Our mouths touch, and we share the delicious, sweet red fruit. We exchange a long, passionate, strawberry flavoured kiss. Then you move back, bend over my back again and pick up the next strawberry. Again, you move face to face with me, offering me a bite, followed by a long, hearty kiss. You continue, until the last strawberry you had placed on my back is eaten. Hmmm ... I enjoy this mixture of our lips touching, our mouths sharing the flavour, and most of all the ensuing kisses.

"Ok, let´s see what other fruit we can reap from this field, now that the strawberries have gone." "Cherries, perhaps?" I suggest, unable to keep that horniness from my voice. "Hmmm ... cherries," you murmur, "sounds promising! See if I can find them. But - I see there is still some work to be done on that former strawberry field." You lower yourself between my legs and bend forward again. I feel your cock, still trapped in your underpants, nudging against my butts.

You kiss my neck and slowly lick the remainders of the whipped cream off my back, your cock prodding my lower back.. Slowly and indulgently, you kiss and lick me, your balls and cock still pressed against my lower back. As you move further down, so does the point of pressure where I feel your cock and balls, but the intensity with which you are pushing against me is increasing. I feel you now hard against my butts, and finally, as your "fieldwork" nears its end and oyour kisses and licks have reached my lower back, I feel your cock and balls between my legs, touching and pressing against my pussy.

The heat of both of our bodies feels so good it´s almost unbearable. My pussy is wide awake now, and you rub yourself against me, tempted to give in to the craving of your cock. But you tear yourself away and continue to kiss my lower back, moving on to my butts, until you reach the inside of my legs. You kiss my thighs, starting with my left leg, then you nibble at the inside of my thigh, slowly working your way down to my knees. I love the feel of your lips playing with my thighs, in an almost tickling, but definitely teasing manner. You grab a bit of skin btween your teeth, you suck on it, you let it go. Then your mouth moves a little lower, continuing to kiss, lick, suck, nibble and softly bite.

One of your hands, meanwhile, is gently stroking the inside of my right leg, up, until it almost reaches my pussy, teasing, but not quite touching it, and then down again. And back up, caressing, hot strokes that send hot shivers across my entire body. Now your tongue has reached the back of my left knee where it rests to play for a while, before you switch to my right leg, this time working your way up with your kisses, and you are licking, sucking, nibbling and biting your way back up again, your hand taking care of the inside of my left leg, again stroking all the way up, nearly touching my pussy´s wet lips, but once more, your hand stops just before and moves down again.

All goosebumps and feeling like I´ve turned into jelly, I wriggle, sticking my butt up in the air to allow you better access and view to my cherry field. Finally, I feel your fingers caressing my lips. Starting with the outer lips and parts of the inside of my thighs, you work your way to the center. You stroke over my lips in small, circling movements to make sure every part of my pussy, including my clit, will get its share of your touch. Still caressing my lips with your gentle touch, you part my lips with the fingers of your other hand, opening the soft, wet crevice, and slide one finger into me. I moan. Your caressing strokes and kisses, and all the supsense have made me so horny, and I feel like I´m almost ready to explode.

With slow movements, you are fucking me with your finger, now digging deeper, then withdrawing, in and out, the remainder of your fingers caressing my lips and touching my clit. Feeling the soft, wet warmth increases your own arousal. I can tell by the way your hard cock is pressing against my thighs, and by the wet little spot that is clearly palpable even through your underpants. "Don´t you think it´s about time to remove your underpants and let your eleventh finger join in the hunt?" I coarsely ask between two moans.

Prod, prod! Yes, your cock is clearly in the mood for release. In fact, he is trying to stick his head out, peeping over the waistband. "Let me help you," I offer, and you allow me to turn round, so I am seated now before you, my legs wide apart, my lips red, wet and swollen, my entire body one inviting gesture, as I eagerly pull down your pants. I cannot resist the temptation to stroke the shaft of your cock and spread your precum over its head. I cup one hand over your head, precum dripping against my palm, while my other hand continues to stroke your shaft with slow, deliberate movements. Now it´s your turn to moan softly. No wonder, your cock has been longing for being touch decently for quite a while.

I keep rubbing and stroking you, taking your head between my thumb and index finger. My other hand is working your shaft, and every now and then I manage to pinch your balls ever so slightly, evoking more "Hmmm"s and moans from your behalf. My fingers do not want to let go, but with every stroke and feel of your hungry dick, my pussy´s craving to feel you gets more intense and harder to bear. "Come on inside," I invite you. "Turn round - I wanna give you a little more of that treatment from before," you insist.

With a sigh, I turn round to lie on my belly again, my butt up in the air, my clit rubbing against the mattress. Your fingers have found their way back, and your cock is pushing once more against my leg, and now that it is released from its textile prison, it´s painting small patterns on my thigh. I love the feel of your excited cock rubbing against me. It´s a feeling that always gets me hot, but now I can almost not bear it - all I want right now is you inside me. "Please, c´mon in," I beg. "Do you really want it?" "Can´t you tell?" I manage to ask cheekily. "No," you say with a little laugh, "I want you to tell me ... and show me ..." "Alright then, you asked for it!" I stick my butt up further, giving you an even better view of the voracious inside of my pussy. "Fuck me, please!" I moan. "Ok, I think that is pretty convincing," you laugh, and then I finally feel your cock at my lips. But you are still holding back a little, you enjoy the teasing game. I can feel your dick just touching, playing on my "entrance", rubbing, increasing the craving of the both of us.

At last, your cock gets the better of you, forcing you to give in and follow his cravings. I shudder as I feel you thrusting inside me, holding me from behind, one of your hand reaching around my belly to caress my clit. Almost forcefully, you move inside me, touching all those parts that have been so hungry to feel you. Your movements get faster, and I can feel you´re almost there. So can you, but you want to last for a bit longer. You slow down again, almost stopping, adjusting the angle, so that I can feel the pressure of your cock against my butt as well. "Oh!" I moan. "Keep doing this!" "Do you like that, my little slut?" you groan, moving faster again, your cock clearly being the one in charge. In and out you move, without pulling out entirely, now pushing deeper, then teasing the both of us by not giving in to your cocks impulse to push as deeply as you can, now moving faster, then slowing down, and again almost halting, the only motion being felt the pulsation of your cock and the pre-orgasmic small contractions of my pussy.

Until finally, we don´t want to go it slow anymore. Our movements are now dictated by pure lust, and there is no holding back. Our bodies thrust against each other, we are accelerating, being inevitably drawn towards the climax. I feel the pulsating of my clit spreading, like a preannouncement, not quite there yet, but almost. I also feel the throbbing of your cock, and I know you are holding back, even trying to move carefully again, as if balancing eggs (well, in a sense you are ;) ). But I don´t want to slow down now, so I am doing the best that I can to keep the motion going, thrusting myself against you, enjoying the feel of your cock deep inside me, carrying you away in the process. Move, just keep on moving, I think, and finally I feel you pushing hard and increasingly fast against me. And then the sensation just bursts, making me erupt and contract, moaning loudly, at which point you let loose, blowing your load inside me, your moans close to my ear exciting me even more.

Exhausted, you lie on top of me, your cock still slightly pulsating, my pussy still contracting, and our bodies reverberating, like an aftershock after a major quake (it sure was!). When you regain your breath, you lift yourself, pulling out of me, and kiss me on my shoulders. "Hmmm! That was a nice breakfast foreplay," you say with a grin. I turn round, at last being allowed to kiss you. "It sure was! How ´bout some eggs now? And perhaps some more strawberries?" I add with a vicious little smile. "Strawberries? Alright, but only if I can have some sparkling wine with them this time!" you reply with a grin. I kiss you again. "No problem, dear! You´ve clearly earned your Sektfruehstueck. And I´m even going to open the bottle."

Vampires

noreply@blogger.com (Sespresso) — Fri, 13 Apr 2007 18:27:00 +0000

We´re out in one of our favorite hang outs for a Saturday night of dancing, talking and having a few drinks with a group of a couple of friends. The music is just to our tastes. Suzanne has been dancing wildly for the past half hour or so, while we have been standing at the bar, joking, talking and laughing. Apparently, she´s had enough of dancing for the moment - she didn´t seem to be able to get enough all evening -, and she´s coming up to us, her cheeks all rosy, her eyes gleaming gleefully from the joy of dancing. "Boy, I need something to drink!" she says, reaching for her lemonade, still slightly out of breath, smiling at us while happily taking her place between us.

She wraps her arms around us, charmingly unaware that she just interrupted our conversation, looking first at you, then at me. "And now, my seethearts," she says with her disarming smile, "you´re going to dance with me! No excuses, one-two-three! Onto the dance floor, the both of you!" You try to protest, but her look clearly expresses that she will accept no contradiction. She downs the rest of her Orangina, and - taking both of us by our hands - simply drags us along with her.

I look at you, you look back at me, and with a shrug we give in and let her lead us. Self-oblivious, Suzanne is dancing away, and soon, we let our bodies and minds follow, diving into the house sound. Although we´re all more or less dancing by ourselves, we still form a sort of triangle on the dance floor, mostly facing each other. Our hands are touching every now and then, reminding us of each other´s presence: You´re touching Suzanne´s, I´m touching yours, Suzanne´s are touching mine.

Suddenly, she takes you with both hands, making you move and turn as she pleases, until you find yourself wrapped in her arms, her soft and warm cheeks touching yours. You close your eyes for a second, just enjoying the touch and breathing in her warm, soft smell. "Hmmm ...." Then she untangles the almost-knot and lets go of you, only to do the same with me. Like you, I enjoy her soft touch, until much too soon, she lets go, dancing away on her own happily, smiling at us again.

Several songs later, she again takes the lead, this time to drag us off the dance floor and towards the bar. "Actually, I could well do with some sort of refreshment," you say, catching your breath. "Yeah, so could I," I say, equally breathless, and turning to the both of you, "What are you having, guys and girls?" "I´ll go for a beer," you grin. "I´ll have another lemonade," Suzanne smiles. "Ok, I´ll order." It´s late and there aren´t too many people lining up at the bar, so it doesn´t take long until the barkeeper turns to me and takes my order.

When I return with the drinks, Suzanne is happily chatting away, talking about her boyfriend who is away for the weekend to visit his parents. Then she talks about their plans for the upcoming vacation. "Guess where we´re going this year!" She looks at us, beaming with expectation. She knows how curious she gets us, and she´s always good for a surprise. "Hmm ... Australia?" Last time, they went to India. Before that, it was Alaska, so anything is possible. She shakes her head. "Close, but not quite," she says with a grin. "New Zealand? Or perhaps Tasmania?" you offer. Another shake of her head. "C´mon," I say, "tell us!" She sees that we are bursting with curiosity. Having us gotten to this point, she is ready to lift the secret. "Well, this time it´s Hawaii! We´re going surfing! What do you think of this?" she exclaims, and she is so excited that it is almost sexy. "How cool!" we both go in unison. "When are you going? Where abouts will you be going? Which islands are you going to see?" we overwhelm her with questions, sharing her excitement, and Suzanne happily and eagerly explains.

I don´t know for how long we have been talking and laughing, but one by one, the rest of our group has bid their goodbyes, and when the barkeeper tells us to finish our drinks and the lights are switched on, we are a little surprised at how late (or rather: how early) it has become. Time has gone flying, and much to our astonishment, day is beginning to break. "Again!", you sigh in mock despair, "can´t we for once go out without being the last ones to leave a place? Or without the day breaking when we leave? Or without having to be swept out by the cleaning team? Or ..." "Stop complaining, or haven´t you been enjyoing yourself?" I interrupt you, nudging you. Suzanne grins, "Yeah, but I always find I´m staying out particularly late when I´m touring with you guys. There really is something about you. Maybe." "Ok girls, let´s go! For a vampire like me, it´s time to get back into my coffin. I don´t want to turn into dust just because I´m hit by sunlight," and you push us out into the fresh air.

We take Suzanne in our middle, linking arms. It´s a crisp early May morning, and none of us feels really tired yet. Since we have the same direction, there´s no need for good-byeing yet. We walk through the quiet early Sunday morning, enjoying the mood and the quiet. "So, my sweethearts," Suzanne breaks the silence, leaning her head against your shoulder "what are you going to do right now?" "Well," you smile, "I think it´s a good time for a first coffee, before heading into our coffins for the day, no?" Suzanne smiles back at you. "Yes, sounds like a good idea. I think that´s what I´ll be having, too, first thing when I´ll get home. And before I´ll be hanging headlong off the ceiling." We laugh. Then you and I exchange glances, and after a moment, you ask her "Hey, why don´t you join us? If you don´t mind that our place is not really cleared up, and if you don´t mind sitting on the floor - but we have great coffee! And clean cups. And you could hang off the ceiling, or join us in our coffin, as you wish." Suzanne looks up, both delighted and surprised, and after a questioning look in my direction - which I answer with "Hey, great idea! Sure, come with us!" - she smiles happily, "Cool! Thanks a lot for the invitation! At least I´ll take the coffee, and decide about the coffin later." And we walk again, giggling and feeling pleasantly silly.

After a couple of minutes, we arrive at our doorstep and enter the four storey building. "You live at the top?" Suzanne asks. I nod. "Fourth floor." "Don´t worry," you laugh, noticing her slightly panicky look, "there is an elevator." She gives a sigh of relief. "Good! I´m not sure if I could handle four flights of stairs. I spent all my energy dancing away with you guys," she says, smiling cheekily.

When we arrive at our door, I say "Ok, just give me a little headstart. I need to cover up all those sex toys laying around." Suzanne laughs as I dash forth. "Don´t worry, I don´t mind them. I´ve got a nice collection of those things myself!" Still, I manage to cover up some of them beneath the blanket before you lead her into our combined living-and-bedroom.

I always wonder what impression someone might have upon walking into our apartment. There is hardly any furniture, save for our futon, a small coffee-table, and a couple of beanbags, randomly grouped across the floor. "I´ll be back in a minute," I say, heading off for the kitchen to take care of the coffee.

"Have a seat anywhere. On the floor, or on any of the beanbags. Or on our futon.", you invite her. Suzanne sits down on the floor, cross-legged, leaning against one of the beanbags and looking outside the large window which goes down almost all the way to the floor. "Great apartment you got," she says, "and I love it that it´s flooded with daylight!" You nod. "Yes, so do we. Unless, of course, we come home early in the morning and try to go to sleep. Daylight can be quite a hassle when you lead the life of a vampire." Szanne shudders. "Hey, but you´re not gonna bite me, are you?" You look at her with an evil grin. "Who knows ...? And, hey, you might enjoy it!"

I return with three large, steaming cups, a bottle of milk and some sugar, interrupting your vampire conversation which I´ve overheard from the kitchen. "Here! I guess that´s better than blood. For the moment." I place the cups on the table, seating myself on the floor, and for a moment, we are all silent again, inhaling the scent and enjoying the taste of the hot, dark brew. I look outside the window. The sky is overcast now, and it is starting to rain slightly. We listen to the drizzle. "I don´t want to go out in this weather now," Suzanne says sleepily, "but I guess you guys want to go to bed and catch some sleep." "Don´t worry," you say, "just make yourself comfortable. We can all stretch out here. Or on the futon. It´s big enough for the three of us." Suzanne looks at us. "In fact, I´d love to," she says coyly, "cuddle up in the middle between you. If you don´t mind, that is."

Then she simply stretches out on the floor and we lie down on either side of her. A little shy at first, she stretches out her arms, pulling us closer. "Come here, my sweethearts," she murmurs. We kiss her on the cheeks. "Hmmm ..." she sighs. "Feels good!" We move our bodies up close to her, and she takes your hand and places it firmly on her breast. You start stroking her, while my hand just rests on her belly, feeling the warmth of her body. "I think I would like to feel more of you. Do you mind if I get rid of my top? And," she continues, "would you mind getting rid of your tops as well?"

No, we don´t mind at all, although this entire situation takes us a little by surprise. We help each other. You take off Suzannes shirt. Then she slowly pulls my t-shirt over my head. And then Suzanne and I unbutton your shirt, helping you pull it off. "Can you help me with my bra?" she asks you. "Sure - taking these things off is always a pleasure to me," you say with a naughty little grin and release her breasts. You touch them, caressing them with your hands first, then kissing her nipples. Suzanne shivers, then she pulls my head towards her other breast. I join you in kissing her nipples, moving a little deeper.

Then, without saying anything, Suzanne and I take you in our middle. First, we are both kissing and biting your neck. "Ahhh!" you shudder, goosebumps arising on your entire body. Then I am kissing and working your back, she is kissing your chest, while your hands again caress her firm breasts. She unbuttons your jeans, opens the fly and lets her hand wander down to your cock which - not really surprising - is rock hard. You shiver as Suzanne and I are pulling your pants down, caressing your hot and excited body, she taking care of your front, myself playing with your backside and your butts. Then it´s your turn to free her of her jeans, touching her butts in the process, and letting a finger wander between her thighs. You feel her excitement and wetness as one finger makes its way towards her pussy´s lips, which in turn arouses you even further.

Meanwhile, I am still caressing your back and your butts, kissing you all the way down, and up again, softly biting your neck once more (I know you like this, my fellow vampire!), and back down your spine, your butts, your thighs, reaching through your thighs to touch your balls. As I caress them, my lower body presses against you. "Hey!", you exclaim, "there´s someone here who´s still got her pants on." "No way!" Suzanne says protesting, and the both of you grab me, ripping off my pants, touching my crotch and butts. Suzanne and you are both caressing my breasts, while I try to touch both of you. We are all entangled in a knot of touching, kissing, licking and tasting each other.

"What do you think, should we pamper this young vampire, should we really spoil him?" she manages to whisper in my ear. "Great idea, and actually ..." I whisper something back at her. Her face brightens, she nods and smiles. "Hey girls, what are you up to?" you ask suspiciously. "Whatever you do, treat me kindly, ok?" Without answering your concerns, we just laugh and pin you down. "Don´t ask, just enjoy!" I order you. You lie down on your back, as told, and Suzanne starts rubbing your cock against her belly, feeling your excited drops and spreading them all over her, while she passionately kisses me. Seeing us getting involved with each other, with increasing excitment, and feeling Suzanne´s hot, delicious body against yours gets you really wild. I lie down beside you, kissing you, Suzanne´s taste still on my tongue, passing it on to you.

You moan softly as Suzanne glides down, your cock now touching her breasts. She takes you into her mouth, sucking you. The sight excites me, and I move down a little to lick your nipples, my wet crotch rubbing against your side. Your fingers reach for me, while mine reach out for Suzanne. She is as wet as I am, and we are all near ecstatic with arousal. I move down further, taking turns with Suzanne to lick your cock. Your "Ahhs!" and "Hmmms!" are telling us that what you are experiencing here is not entirely without pleasure for you.

We are also enjoying this, judging by Suzanne´s expression on her face (and I can feel my own little hard knob and the wetness between my thighs, telling me everythings´s more than ok on that side, too). Then Suzanne´s mouth lets go of your cock. You look up, lifting your upper body, and beg "Hey, please don´t stop!" Without a word, Suzanne takes your cock and starts rubbing it between her breasts, every now and then catching its head with her tongue to lick off the hot, salty drips. "Ohhh!" with a sigh, you let your upper body sink back. Your cock´s head is all read and very large, its little lip opened, displaying a constant stream of precum. I crawl up behind Suzanne, rubbing my crotch against her firm little butts, and reaching from below, I treat her pussy´s lips and clit to some firm massage.

With growing excitement, she rubs you more intensively, feeling your cock twitching with delight, your face twisted with lust. She wriggles a little to allow my fingers to slip deeper into her and my hand to touch more of her. She moans, all the while clenching your cock between her breasts. You are both moving so fast now, she has a hard time trying to at least once in a while catch your cocks head with her tongue. But whenever she manages, you moan a little louder. Her Tongue, lips and breasts are treating your cock. "Ahhh! Watch out, I´m really close now," you moan. Suzanne´s movements are getting faster, and I am doing my best to fuck her with my fingers and hand, rubbing myself against her butts.

"Hold it just for a second," I say, my voice coarse with arousal. As quickly as possible, I hunt for one of the vibrators I was hiding earlier. She keeps rubbing and licking you, eagerly sticking her backside up. I return with the vibrator already switched on. "Rrrrrrrr!" The soft hum makes her moan in advance, before I even get near her. Carefully, I move it between her pussy´s wet lips. "Oh yeah!" she moans softly. You are almost there, I can tell by the look on your face. Suzanne is also just about ready to explode. She almost screams, "Hold me tight, please!" I grab around her waist, my other hand still carefully moving the vibrator. When I feel her exploding beneath me, it´s almost too much to bear. At this point, you cannot hold back any longer either, and your cock explodes all over her breast, twitching, pulsating, time and again. Suzanne and I take turns once more, this time to lick you clean. When we´re finished, you sit up, and together we lick her breasts, and her neck, and her chin - which are all covered in your hot, salty cum. Hmmm ... tasty! "Ok," Suzanne gasps, catching her breath, "I think there´s someone missing here." "Right," you agree. Together, the both of you pin me down now. I´m not missing by much, in fact, and having you kiss and lick my breasts, and Suzanne rubbing my clit gets me to take off within a few seconds. I explode there and then, moaning.

Both of you collapse, you in the middle this time. "Hmmmm!" you say as we are cuddling up to you, and you wrap one arm around each of us, drawing us close to you. Then you softly bite our necks - first Suzanne´s, then mine. "Ok, now that I bit you, you are vampires, just like me. You´ll have to join me into my coffin. After," you continue with a devilish little smile "making some more coffee." Suzanne and I look at each other, then we burst out laughing. "Ok, master! But we´ll be demanding some reward," I say, earnestly. Then we both head for your neck, biting you, while our hands are touching as we simultaneously reach for your cock.

Springtime!

noreply@blogger.com (Sespresso) — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 16:25:00 +0000

Ok, I´ll readily admit it: Just lying in the sun arouses me, not to say it makes me outright horny. I´m not quite certain what it is. Perhaps it´s that utterly relaxed feeling of just lazing, thinking of everything and nothing in particular, letting my mind wander, which, more often than not, includes some decidedly naughty strings of thought. This is perhaps aided by the fact that I am more or less stark naked. Or it´s the warm feeling of the sun, sending its warmth all over my body, increasing the blood flow, which inevitably also stirs every single nerve in the most hidden parts of my body, making me very aware of every vein, of every little nerve. And the big ones, of course. Or its the little pearls of sweat that, starting at any point, be it my armpits, or be it that space just below my breasts, or maybe my belly button, slowly trickling down my body, making me aware of the very parts they are slowly and randomly gliding along, almost tickeling, in a very teasing fashion.

So, I am lying on the floor of the balcony, enjoying the first taste of summer. The early April sun gently caresses my bare arms, filling every pore of my body with a smooth indulgent warmth. "Hmmm!" I purr. In fact, it feels so warm I am tempted to remove the black t-shirt I am wearing. Protected from the wind (and the views of anyone not caring to catch a glimpse of some of the more intimate views of my body) by trees and the balcony´s firm stone wall, I´ll just give it a try and take it off. With a sigh, I am lying down again.

It seems to feel even warmer now that the sun directly touches more of my skin. My breasts - small as they are - are feeling all full with the warmth and that unique feel of sunlight warmth. Absorbed in thought, I let my right hand wander through the space between my tits, moving on downward, wiping down the first small drops of sweat that have formed in the shallow pit at the center of my belly, around my belly button, to reach the button of my jeans. No, there is no need really to keep them on. Lazily, I open the button and pull down the zip. I lift my hips, pulling the jeans down over my hips, down my thighs, and - lifting my feet up in the air - at last free myself completely, pulling first the right, then the left trouser leg over my feet.

Oooof! How exhausting! I stretch out again, my upper body fully bare, my lower body almost entirely naked as well, save for a pair of barely existing, transparent thongs. Hmmmm... the sun feels good, it is caressing my entire body now. Wriggeling a bit, I rearrange my body to get the most of the sun´s caressing rays. My right hand starts wandering again, following the trail from between my breasts, down to my belly button, where it rests. Ok, I let it move down just an inch below that. My entire belly fills with supple, indulgent warmth now. *Sigh* If you´d ask me right now, yes, at that very moment, it´s plain, pure and simple happiness that is spreading from the center all over my body.

Satisfaction. Well, almost. There´s a tiny little urge developing somewhat further down. I hardly notice it at first, then it develops a little more urgency. I choose to ignore it at first, resolved not to give in to the temptation to touch my crotch at the first "ping". But, of course, I can´t help noticing the feeling once it´s made its way into my consciousness. "What do you want?" I ask my crotch. "You bloody well know", it´s responding. "Be peaceful. Just for the moment! Just for a change, will you?" "Why should I?" my increasing desire insists. Good question, indeed! "Well ..." "Well? Well what? Oh, c´mon, just let your hand wander down a little lower. I won´t ask for anything more." "You won´t be asking for anything more? I know you too well, my little greedy monster!" "Promise!" "Don´t make any promises you won´t be able to keep ..." " Ok then ... I won´t," *smirk* "but," my crotch continues, "will you still PLEASE touch me?" I know I won´t have a moment´s peace anyway, so I might as well just give in. "Okok, you´re gonna have it your way, anyway!" And, I can´t help wondering, what´s so bad about it, anyway? So after this short mental dispute, I let my hand wander a little deeper, letting it settle down on my crotch.

Hmmm ... not bad! No, in fact, it feels pretty good! My hand is resting on my thongs now. But ... what´s that? Oh ... with my middle finger I feel one of my lower lips has freed itself from the scant textile of my undies, naughtily peeking out. "Watch out, you´ll get sunburnt if you´re not careful!" I feebly attempt to admonish my meddlesome cunt. "Not if you shield me with your caring fingers," is the sassy reply I get - and I sure wouldn´t expect to get any different reaction. My middle finger starts to play lazily with the stray lip (I can´t very well take the responsibility for having my labia getting seriously sunburnt, can I?)

Admittedly, it feels pretty good to cup my crotch with my hand, and to play with the sassy lip with one finger. In fact, I´m feeling very tempted to let my entire hand slip down my pants to feel some more of this hot and longing skin. I´m not the person to resist for too long (and, again, why should I?), so I just give in to the growing urge. And ... hmmmm again ;) ... it feels allright! Meanwhile, my left hand has taken up the task of treating my breasts to a little round of touching. My nipples respond both to the direct touch, and to the touch further down my body, and start to harden. The feeling of my contracting nipples, in turn, reinforces the sweet pinch of - yes - horniness several inches further down.

The hand on my crotch is no longer just cupping my cunt, it has engaged in stroking a little more vehemently now. I´m not quite certain if the drips I am feeling right now are pearls of sweat caused by the April sun´s heat, or if it is the heat of my body which is causing more of that flow. Either way, it feels extremely good. I can´t help to start moaning a little at this point, and my fantasy starts to flow ... Wish you were here right now ... I´d love to taste your cock ... hmmm ... My imagination is bolting, and I literally taste your salty juices on my tongue. My little hard-on is peeking up, demanding more attention, so I let my hand circle between the hard knob and my lips, spreading the juices (which are by now flowing liberally) all over.

I´m freeing myself now of the remaining bit of textile which is increasingly getting in the way. I want to touch more - both of my hands are roaming in the region of my crotch now, one hand touching from behind, fingering my butts. I spread my legs more apart, my lips fully exposed to the sun, invitingly. One of my fingers is diving in between them, a little deeper, softly fucking, like a miniature cock. "Looks good what you are doing here," a voice is saying. I am flinching. I have been so absorbed with myself, that I hadn´t noticed you approaching. You are standing at the door, looking down at me, all spread out, very horny. I have no idea for how long you have been standing there, but - judging from the bulge that is very visibly forming in your pants, visible even through the jeans you are wearing - it must have been long enough to catch a few glimpses.

"Come here!" I order resolutely. With a grin, you are moving a little closer, taking off your t-shirt in the process. "It´s pretty hot out here," you say with a naughty grin.. "Then why don´t you take your jeans off?" I suggest. "Help me, ok?" I am only too willing to assist you. My hand is stroking over your bulge (god, how I love it! turns me on even more!), but you push it away. "Shhh! You´re only allowed to assist me with taking off my jeans, ok?" I nod, opening the button of your jeans, and very carefully, I unzip your fly. "Go back to what you were doing before you noticed me;" you order , pulling your jeans down in a provocative manner, wriggeling your hips in the process.

The view of your bulge protruding under the soft fabric of your underpants is extremely sexy. And tempting. My fingers are rubbing more intense, my own little knob stinging with desire. Your left hand is disappearing into your undies, and I can see you stroking your dick underneath the light grey fabric. There´s a little drop which is clearly visible. Hmmm ... what a maddening sight! You stroke yourself some more, all the while watching me rubbing myself. Apparently, this turns you on as much as myself, and you develop an urge to remove your remaining piece of clothing.

"Can you pull off my undies, without using your hands?" you ask. "I´ll give it a try," I say, smiling sassily. I get on my knees. "Don´t stop caressing yourself," you demand. I nod and obediently send my hands back down my middle. With some effort, I manage to get hold of your panties waistband with my mouth. Careful not to give some ungentle treatment to your big, excited cock, I clench the waistband between my teeth, managing to pull it both forward and downward. Admittedly, it takes me a while. You are just standing there, watching my efforts, grinning down at me. When I have managed to free your cock, you at last decide to give me a helping hand, pulling your pants down over your butts, and all the way down your legs. You step out of them, still standing, while I am still kneeling before you, feeling very tempted to lick your dicks head which is glistening with drops of precum.

You know my intentions very well. "Uh-uh," you protest, "lie down again." "Just let me taste you a little!" I beg. You shake your head. "On your back again! Pronto!" You know that occasionally I like to play the obedient girl, and I do now, so I lie back down, resuming to stroke my pussy, my clit, my lips, and my anus. You, still standing above me, are watching, while caressing your cock, treating your balls with the other hand. You take your cocks head between your thumb and forefinger, playing with its little mouth, until it drops more vehemntl. You spill a drop on my belly. "Hmmmm ...." I purr, trying to catch it with my finger and licking it off, looking at you expenctantly. "You wanna taste some more?" you ask with a broad smile and a mischieveious glint in your eyes. I nod my head eagerly. "Ok then ..." you say, kneeling down so you are almost sitting on my chest now. You keep caressing your cock, while my hands further down are playing with my pussy with increasing vehemence, my hands now soaking wet from the stream of juices.

Changing between your shaft and head, you are almost milking your cock, your smiling face above me. I try to catch the occasional drop dripping from your cock´s head with my tongue, enjoying the taste every time it happens, getting closer and closer the more you drip. I start to moan softly. "Hey babe, I want you to come," you whisper coarsely. "I want to feel your body trembling beneath mine!" You are working your cock´s head between your forefinger and thumb, harder and harder. You are incredibly hard and incredibly big now, your cock´s head all covered in wetness, red with excitement. With your other hand, you are stroking your shaft. "Oh babe," I whisper, feeling that I am getting very close now, "let me taste you! All of you!" and I eagerly stick out my tongue - I don´t want to miss a single drop, and they are now leaking in an almost constant stream, occasionally hitting my neck, occasionally hitting my breast, and very often cought by my tongue.

I can see you are getting close too now ... hmmmm ... oh yeah ... c´mon, let´s cum ... My fingers rubbing and rubbing, my pussy´s lips all huge and swollen, my clit feeling like a cherry´s stone ... I can feel it NOW! Voraciously, my pussy is grabbing the finger stuck inside it .... my body is shaking, I am rearing like a horse, held down by you, kneeling over my chest ... At that moment, you too start shaking, and your cock erupts, pulsating, squirting violently. You bend forward so I can catch all of you. My tongue has been able to get most of your hot cream, and now you push your cock into my mouth for the final pulsating movements, for the final splash of your juices. I suck it all in, until you feel the desire to pull out of my mouth, and I release you.

You lie down beside me, putting one hand on my still twitching puss, while I cup your cock, shielding it from the sun. "Hmmm ...." you say, nibbling my ear, "don´t you just love the spring?"

Take Two!

noreply@blogger.com (Sespresso) — Sun, 01 Apr 2007 15:33:00 +0000

It´s a typical Friday night at the Coffee Shop on Union Square, which means the place is packed, and there is not much room at the long, winding bar counter. And it takes ages for our drinks to arrive. You sigh and start rolling a cigarette. "I really need to go outside for a smoke", you say. "Oh, alright, I´ll stay here and take care of our drinks. Should they ever arrive, that is," I reply. You give me your typical, irresistible broad smile and kiss me on the neck. "I´ll make up for this later," you whisper into my ear, sending shivers all over my body and arousing a billion goosebumps. Although the light is pretty dim, you notice. "You´re not cold, are you?" you grin, running a finger over my goosebumped arms, arousing even more of them. I kiss you. "You´d better go outside now, or else ..." You run your hand down my spine, smiling at me, "Or else ... ? I´m really looking forward to see what´s awaiting me!" Throwing me a kiss through the air, you turn and make your way through the crowd towards the door.

Of course, the minute you are gone, our drinks are placed in front of me. I pay and take a sip from both - mine is a a mango margarita, yours a vodka lemon. Good thing you´re not having the margarita, I´m thinking - in the crowded heat of the bar, you´d be finding a watery slush by the time you´d have finished your cigarette. "Do you always need two of everything? For such a tiny person, you certainly seem to be very demanding!" a deep voice next to me is saying. I look up and into the face of a tall guy who has taken the tiny space right next to me at the bar. He is grinning broadly at me. "Oh," I grin back at him, "it´s not that I´m usually a greedy person. Sometimes I just can´t make up my mind!" I look at him innocently. His brown eyes answer my stare, and, still grinning, he replies "That´s fine by me, as long as you can handle it ..." Stretching his hand out to me he continues, "Hi! I am Dan!" Usually, I wouldn´t fall for that kind of insinuating bar small-talk, but he has something very likeable about him. I shake his hand. "I am Linda! Pleased to meet you! To tell the truth, no, I´m not really going to down both of those drinks. I´m actually only the guardian, at least for one of them." "Oh, so the original owner of one of those glasses is just momentarily out of sight?" "Having a cigarette," I nod. A hand touches my shoulder.

"Hey babe!" I turn round to look into your smiling face. "Hey sexy!" I smile back at you. "Jo, I would like you to meet Dan! Dan - this is Jo. The rightful owner of glass number two!" Dan and you shake hands, exchanging the usual "Pleased to meet yous", then you give a sigh in mock desperation. "You know, you just can´t leave this woman alone, not even for a short cigarette." Dan grins back at you in a sign of male solidarity. "I know exactly what you mean. Actually, I was just making sure she´d keep at least some of your drink for you." "Hey!" I protest. "You don´t have to talk about me as if I wasn´t around. At least wait until I´m going to the toilet - bathroom," I correct myself. Curiously, Dan looks at us. "Where are you guys from?" I was wondering when he´d ask. Our accent always gives us away. We explain to him, and soon we´re engaged in a cheerful conversation, about who and what we are, how come we´re all in New York, what we are doing when we´re not whiling away our time in a bar, and so on. Time flies past, and finally it´s my turn to excuse myself. "Sorry guys, I´ll be right back.", I say, heading off to the bathroom at last.

When I´m gone, Dan turns to you.
"I hope you don´t mind me asking, but while you were outside smoking, your lady here hinted that she could always do with two of everything, as long as she can´t make up her mind, anyway. Well, ok, to be honest, we were joking about her having two drinks in front of her. And she was tasting them both. And somehow I got the impression she was being deliberately ... abmiguous."
"Was she?" you grin. "Well, I guess she was being at least half serious ... Did you find that shocking?"
"Well, actually," Dan says, hesitating a little.
"C´mon, don´t be shy!" you encourage him.
"Hell, no, I mean, why not let opportunity in when opportunity knocks?"
Lifting your glass, you say "Just what I´d be saying! Here´s to you! Great to have bumped into you, Dan!"
Dan cheers back at you. "Glad to be spending the evening with you guys, Jo!"
At that point I return from the ladies. Putting one arm around each of you, I say "Glad to see you have been good boys while I was away." One more round of lifting glasses, and our drinks are finished.

Dan takes a look at his watch. "Oh my God, it´s past three in the morning. Actually, I wanted to go to a real cool club in Lower Manhattan. You guys wanna join me? If you´re into dancing to House, that is. If not, you could still have a great time and have a drink. Or two, in Linda´s case." That grin again. Both of you. "Yeah, why not?" we both say at the same time. Dan laughs. "Ok then, looks like it´s a deal then! Let´s go!" "Will we get in?" I ask. "I mean ..." Looking at our outfit - casual Jeans, t-shirt and sweaters - I cannot imagine getting past any door bouncer. Dan takes my face into both hands, pinching my cheeks. "Don´t worry, luv - the door there shouldn´t be a problem for you." adding, with a grin, "at least not as long as you´re with me." Noticing your look, he continues, "On the other hand, it´s not one of those places where they´ll let in any old scumbag. You´ll be fine, and you´ll like it. Believe me."

Since at that time of day (or rather, night) the subway runs so infrequently even in a place like Manhattan (how often have we spent half an hour waiting at that time of day at the Union Square station?), that we decide to take a cab. By sheer coincidence, there is one just outside the Coffee Shop. Politely, Dan opens the cab´s back door on the right, waving me in first, motioning at you to get in next. He walks around the cab and gets in behind the driver, leaving me seated in the middle between the both of you.

Dan gives the driver instructions, and then turns to me. "So, how does it feel cushioned between the two most gorgeous guys the City has to offer at that time of night?" "Hmmm ..." I say, snuggling myself deeper into the seat, taking his right hand into my left, and your left hand into my right. "Actually, I could get used to that." I very much enjoy the feeling of two warm hands holding mine, at times squeezing them softly, at times running a finger through the inside of my palms. It´s a decidedly erotic feeling which sends little shivers up and down my body. Silently, we enjoy the ride. Inconspicuously, I let my hands glide towards your laps, settling them in the middle, rubbing just a little. Neither you nor Dan seem to mind particularly, so I leave my hands where they are, enjoying the feel of two bulges growing out ouf two laps. Hmmm ... The hardness of two dicks prodding against each of my hands. The feeling of the warmth of two bodies next to mine, and obviously, you guys are enjoying this, too, judging by the silence and the looks on your faces. Then you put your right hand on my right thigh, gently running up and down the inside of my leg, up to the middle, and down again. And back up, pressing a little tighter against the seam of my tight fitting jeans. I sigh with delight. Dan notices and starts doing likewise with his left hand, touching the inside of my left leg, letting his hand glide up from my knee, your two hands touching in the middle, both rubbing and pressing against my lips through way too much textile. I breathe deeply, wishing this cab ride would go on forever, but - sadly - at this time of the night, there is hardly any traffic, and after what is far too soon for my taste, the cab stops, forcing me to let go of your hands (and laps), and forcing you to withdraw your hands from my voluptuous middle.

Dan, all gentleman, helps me out of the cab (not that I really need it, but, admittedly, at times I do enjoy getting treated like a lady), inadvertently touching my butts, before he goes round the cab to open the door at your side. I take the opportunity to pay the driver, against Dan´s protests. "Shhh ... there´s no point in trying to stop her", you say, grinning at him, "don´t even try. Ever."

And here we are - it´s the Cielo. Dan gets us past the door easily. I´m not quite sure if we would have made it past the bouncer on our own - our clothing is perhaps a tad too casual; but then we were only going to go out for a round of plain and simple drinking tonight. Yes, we´ve been curious to go to this place for a while. It just sounded like it would be the right place for us: Great music, a decent dancefloor, and an unpretentious atmosphere. "Great choice!" you nod to Dan. You´re even more pleased to discover that the music du jour is Paul Oakenfold! We take a seat at the bar, going through the long list of drinks. "How about ´Sex on the Bar´?" you ask me with a mischieveous grin, while letting your finger glide down my spine, all the way down my lower back, and deeper, until it disappears beneath the waistband of my pants. I feel it gliding down my butts, easily re-arousing my horniness. I bite your neck. "Actually, I think I´d prefer some more ´Sex in the Cab´", I say. "But in the meantime, I´ll go for something with not too much alcohol." "So - may I choose for you?" Dan asks, one of his hands firmly holding and squeezing one of my butts. Unbelievably, I find myself in the middle between you guys again. He turns to the barkeeper, and soon three glasses are placed before us. "Hmm, smells tempting," you say, "what is it?" Dan lifts his glass, we do likewise, taking a careful sip at first. A taste of mango with a slight taste of lime. "This," Dan explains, "is a Mango Mojito. A little sake, lime, mango of course, and whatever they´re using for syrup. Lime, I suppose. Not too much alcohol. I assume you guys wanna stay fit for whatever else the night has in store for us ...?" he grins, looking almost as horny as I am feeling. You cheer to him. "Great choice. Again!" "Ok guys," I say, taking you both by the hands, "let´s get serious here!" Without the both of you protesting too much, I drag you off to the dance floor.

Getting carried away by the music, the rhythm and the motion of our bodies moving to the sound of Paul Oakenfold, the more than latent horniness that has been there all along, slumbering perhaps a little in between, but never dozing off completely, slowly reawakens, like a lazy bear after hibernation. No doubt, there is always a more than slightly erotic streak to dancing. And the occasional, almost coincidental touch between the three of us only serves to remind us of the sensual tension, to keep it awake, to not let it fade.

But finally, you put your arms around Dan and myself, moving us from the center of the dance floor. "Guys, what do you think of some coffee - or perhaps breakfast?" "Actually, I could do with a coffee, and maybe a bite!" I agree. Dan nods. "I think it must be almost cleaning hour, anyway, so they´re bound to kick us out." "You probably know a place where they serve a decent breakfast at this time of day, no?" you ask Dan with your broad, charming grin: Dan grins back at you, with equal charm. "Yeah, actually, it´s on the other side of Brooklyn Bridge, and it´s called ´Chez Dan´. If you guys wanna join me ...?" The both of you are taking me in the middle again, your arms wrapped around my waist, my arms intertwined into yours, the arms of both of you touching.

We take the subway this time. After a short walk, we reach the Broadway-Nassau Street station. We don´t have to wait for long until the C train arrives. It´s only one stop to High Street (but still a decently long ride, all the way beneath the East River - enough for some more indecent touching), and from there a little walk. Dan lives in one of those amazing lofts just off Brooklyn Bridge. Watching the sun rise over Brooklyn, dipping Manhattan in red light is simply awesome. Holding hands, we reach the Dumbo complex with its stunning view towards Brooklyn Bridge. We take the elevator, all the way up to the top floor. Dan unlocks the door. "Come on in. Welcome at Dan´s - best place for an early Saturday morning breakfast," he grins. "Make yourselves comfortable."

You and I are magically drawn towards the large window facing Brooklyn Bridge, the sun now coloring Manhattan golden, with its warm morning light reflecting on the high rise buildings. What an amazing view! I wrap my arms around your waist, you draw me close, and we kiss. Immediately, the sweet tingling sensation of sexual desire brings itself to the foreground. And as we kiss and our hips move towards each other, I can feel your middle growing harder. Suddenly, I feel another bulge, prodding into my backside, as Dan is biting and kissing my neck. Together, you are removing my t-shirt, still kissing me, you from the front, while Dan is nibbling my neck, biting gently now, then simply kissing, working his way down towards my waistline. "What do you think about helping us to get rid of some of our clothes?" he whispers into my ear, his face resurfacing from my hips. "Great idea", I consent and start with you, pulling your t-shirt over your head. Then I turn towards Dan, who touches my breasts hidden under a lacy bra, while I unbutton his shirt. You are kissing my neck now, opening the bra´s fastening, letting it glide over my arms, removing it much to the relief of my small tits.

Our bare tops are touching now, and the sensation of feeling your warm, excited body on my back, while feeling Dan´s warmth and arousal on my front is making me hot. My nipples are hardening and I can feel my panties getting wet. We just stand there, rubbing our bodies against each other, my hands running up and down Dan´s belly and back, him pressing tightly against me, his hands rubbing my breasts, my belly, and occasionally searching a little deper; you firmly pressing against my back, your hands gently running up and down my spine. I try to caress you both, one arm pointing backwards, searching for the skin of your hot belly, the other hand caressing Dan. I enjoy the feeling of two hard cocks pressing against my body. By now, I think it is about time to remove some more textiles. Facing him, I begin with Dan. Carefully, I unbutton his pants. My fingers can not help touching his huge erect dick. As I pull his pants down, my face brushes along his hard shaft. I feel so horny I can hardly bear it. But before I continue, I turn round again, to free you of your pants which have become far too tight during the last ten minutes or so. Again, very careful, I open the buttons of your pants, firmly letting my fingers glide over your hard dick. On the fabric of your underpants, I can see the hot drops that are leaking out of your horny dick´s head. I feel tempted to lick them off, so I remove your undies. As my lips are moving towards your cock, you pull me up. "No, I want you to start with kissing Dan," you whisper hornily. Although the temptation is almost too much to bear, I turn round obediently, to remove Dan´s underpants.

His cock is as excited as yours, its head covered in hot, salty pearls. I kneel down and begin with kissing the inside of his thighs, making his dick dance with excitement and anticipation. Dan pulls me up again. "Wait - there is a rule at Dan´s: No one should be wearing more clothes in this loft than the other." "Good rule, actually," you grin, and together, you are freeing me of my jeans and thong. Me, protest? No way!

After the both of you have re-established equality of clothing (or rather, equality of lack thereof), I resume where I left off, turning to the inside of Dan´s thighs. You are rubbing your dick with your hands, pressing it against me. Obviously, it turns you on to watch me giving Dan a good lick. And I am so horny, I am almost ready to beg you to fuck me, but I know that I´ll have to restrain myself for a little longer. My lips are moving on to Dan´s balls now. He is running his fingers through my hair, at times almost pulling it. Careful not to use my teeth, my lips are pulling at his balls, gently. He moans softly, so I assume it feels good. I can feel your wet head prodding against my thighs and my buttocks, and I wriggle my backside invitingly, making both of my holes more easily accessible for you, should you feel the desire to move into me, but you are still holding yourself back, tantalizing me.

My tongue moves further up, gliding across Dan´s shaft, while I am working his balls with one hand now, gently caressing and pulling them in turns. He moans, and I can hear you sigh behind me. "C´mon, babe, take him into your mouth," you coax. "I want to see Dan´s excitement grow." I stop licking to look up at Dan. "Please don´t stop, hun," Dan moans, taking my head into his hands and pressing it firmly against his lap. My tongue is teasing his head, licking off his precum which is flowing with increasing vehemence. You watch while my tongue pulls away, spinning a thread with his horny juices between my mouth and his dick. I take a deep breath and then I close my lips around him, rubbing only his head, teasing him until he almost shouts "Please take all of me into your mouth!" He his trying to push my head deeper, but I resist. I want to continue teasing, as you continue teasing me, letting your hard, horny cock touch my thighs and my lips without allowing yourself to enter me.

You wrap your hands around my waist from behind, bringing yourself up even closer. The feel of your wet head turns me on so incredibly. I am totally open for you, my horny juices mixing with yours, dripping down my thighs. Dan is shivering. His eyes closed, his face twisted in what looks like a mixture between lust and agony, he whispers, "Please! Take me in completely! Take as much of me in as you can!" Your cock teasing my pussy, you demand "Yeah, babe, suck him. Now!" But I am still in the mood of tantalizing you both, to the point where you´re ever so close. I can feel your dick twitching as it is touching my lips, only half entering before pulling out again, doing the same to me I am doing to Dan. With one hand, you are caressing my clit, rubbing in small circles from my lips to the center and back. But you won´t let me have your cock - not as long as I don´t take Dan in completely. I am still allowing Dan´s cock to enter my mouth just up to his head, just up to the point where his shaft begins - no further, in and out. Of course, this permanent stimulation of the most sensitive part of his dick triggers a more and more intense flow of horny pearls. I want you to be able to see them for a little longer, so I continue, despite the throbbing longing to finally feel you deep inside me, despite your increasingly demanding prods, despite Dan vigorously holding - no, pushing my head down. Oh yes, I want to take him in, I want to suck him fiercely, and I want to feel you finally penetrating me completely.

The temptation is getting too much, so I give in at last. Finally, I let Dan fuck into my mouth, taking his cock in almost entirely, while, much to my relief, your movements echo his, between my other pair of lips. The three of us are moaning now in a choir of passionate lust. I feel that Dan is holding back (which takes some effort, since I am sucking him as hard as I can without suffocating), and judging by how carefully you are moving inside me (like balancing on raw eggs), you are also trying to extend this game. The moment I feel Dan´s cock starting to pulse and the flow of his juices intensifying even more, he pulls out of my mouth. His dick´s head is covered in precum, and the first drops of cum are showing as well. "I´d like to switch places with you, Jo! I want to watch Linda sucking you while I am moving inside her." You slap me on my butts, pulling out of me with a little effort. When you have slid out, I feel Dan´s hard cock entering eagerly, his hands now caressing my clit, my lips, and all parts of my pussy he can possibly reach.

Watching Dan fucking me turns you on even more, and I am not sure for how much longer your shivering dick will last. Quickly, I lick my way up from your balls, across your shaft, to your dripping head. I rub your cock´s head between my lips a few times, in and out, in and out, and then take all of you in. The moment I start fucking you with my mouth, Dan starts to move deeper and faster inside me. We are following the same rhythm, it feels incredibly good to have one hot, hard, dripping dick in my mouth, the other one inside my pussy. Dan moans. "Oh yeah ... it looks good what you´re doing to him! And you´re feeling so incredib"ly good! Oh ... babe ...." "Mmmmm ...." is all I can say, with your huge, oozing cock inside my mouth. You begin to moan softly, making me fuck your dick faster, and I try to suck you harder. And harder. I won´t be able to hold back much longer, not with you two guys so close to exploding. I move up my pelvis to rub more of my pussy´s exterior against Dan, who - making it even harder to persist - has started to caress my butthole with one of his fingers. "Oh yeah," he mutters, "give it to him!" The hornier I get, the harder I suck. Then I feel it coming - I´m not sure which one of us is starting this chain reaction, but we erupt, like three volcanoes that are somehow connected. I feel your cock twitching and pulsating, heavy flows of sperm effervescing into and then dripping out of my mouth. Dan is exploding inside me as well, his juices being drawn deep inside my pussy, his dick being milked by my pulsating cunt. It feels like we just carry on coming, not being able to stop.

When our eruptions are finally abating, we´re untangling the union of our bodies, not without some effort, to lie down. I am in the middle again, lying on my back, both of you on your sides, turned towards me and towards each other, all three of us touching. When I catch my breath after several minutes, I break the silence. "OK, what about breakfast?" the urgency of my demand underlined by the growling of my stomach.

Sex on the Bar

noreply@blogger.com (Sespresso) — Tue, 27 Mar 2007 20:05:00 +0000

Sitting in a bar somewhere in the Village, I am eagerly waiting for Maureen to join me. We - the "girls" - are going to have some fun together before joining the guys later to have, in Timothy´s words, a "real cool, New York style" home-made cocktail evening. I am wearing a mini skirt, and - obeying the order Maureen gave me - no underpants. So I am feeling a little nervous, when suddenly a guy in a long coat steps up and takes the place right next to me at the bar. He looks at me from top to toe, lingering a little - at least that´s my impression - in the middle. "Can I treat you to a drink?" He asks politely. "Sorry, I am waiting for someone." "I guessed so", he replies. "You´re Linda, right? And you´re waiting for Maureen?" "Yes", I am a little surprised. "She asked me to give you this." He says, handing me a note scribbled by Maureen. It reads: "Sorry, can´t make it until later. Sent Pete to keep you entertained meanwhile :) Hugs & feel you l8er, Maureen". "So you are ...?" "Pete. How about a drink now?" He waves the barkeeper, gives up an order, and returns shortly afterwards with two glasses. "What is it?" I ask, after taking a sip. "Tastes vaguely familiar." "It´s Sex on the bar." Pete replies, his hand reaching for my knee.

Slowly, his hand moves upward. "Maureen also asked me to check if you had obeyed her orders. I can see you´re wearing a mini skirt ... but the rest, I´m afraid, I´ll have to feel for myself. If you don´t mind ..." No, I don´t mind, even if the evening turns out a little different now from what I´d expected. I move my hips closer, so I am sitting at the edge of the bar stool now. Pete is holding his coat to disguise what is going on. (I´m not quite certain if the bar tender would appreciate this version of Sex on the Bar!) His hand is warm and gentle, stroking across the inner thigh of my left leg, and then back. And then up my right leg, almost, but not quite all the way up to the middle, to the center of my whetting pussy. Finally, he touches the lips of my puss. "I see you´ve been a good girl ... just like Maureen said. You want a reward?" he whispers inside my ear. "Yes Sir, please!" I whisper back, in mock obedience. "Good!" I can feel his hand again running smoothly up my thighs, his fingers playing piano with my pussy´s lips. I begin to moan, softly. He kisses me, pushing one finger into me, while caressing the outside with two other fingers. I start rubbing on the stool. "Shhhh!" he goes, "Let´s keep this a secret, ok? BEHAVE!" I nod, sheepishly, while trying hard to BEHAVE. His fingers are intonating a true concert, while a second finger has joined forces with his first inside me, rocking me, at times gently, at times forcefully, in an ever increasing crescendo of pure lust.

"C´mon, baby!" he whispers, as he feels my little knob hardening, while everything else is flowing and softening. I am sitting on his entire hand now, one naughty little finger trying to penetrate my anus. I cannot help moaning, it is getting too much. "Oh, please, don´t stop!" I gasp. He is moving up even closer, and I can feel his hard cock rubbing against my thigh. He is rubbing with increasing intensity, his fingers kneading my pussy, his cock hard on my thigh, both of us breathing hard. My hips are moving closer, I want to feel his dick touching my wet lips. He feels like he is barely holding back. It´s too much for me now, feeling his fingers working all over and inside me, while his cock seems on the verge of exploding. With a shiver that almost sends me off the stool (if it wasn´t for Pete standing in front of me, catching me), I am exploding, breathing hard, feeling my pulsating pussy gripping his fingers. I feel his cock shivering. I touch him, opening the fly. He groans.

"Time for some reward for you", I whisper, gliding off the stool. I kneel down. The bar is behind me, and his long coat is giving me cover. I free his hard cock, covered in excited, wet pearls. He feels like he is almost coming. Admittedly, I love dicks. I am completely addicted to them - I am, so to say, a complete ad-dickt. He his twitching with excitement, eagerly searching the warmth and wetness of my mouth, my lips playing with him. I take a deep breath and take as much of him into my mouth as possible. I feel him dripping more, his hands holding my head, moving his hard-on hungrily. "Suck me harder, babe!" he groans. I lick him and give my best sucking. Then I can feel him starting to twitch, finally pulsating, exploding in my mouth, salty juices flowing. I can hardly swallow it all, but i try to lick him clean.

"Please hand me a napkin. I´ve made a spill!" he asks the barkeeper politely, after regaining his breath. Pulling me up, he wipes my mouth and kisses me. "Hmmm ... I could sure do with some more of this stuff!" "What ... the sex on the bar? So could I!" I reply, hungrily rubbing my again whetting cunt against his leg. "Careful, or else ..." I can feel him harden again. Then, behind Pete, I suddenly spot Maureen. I have no idea for how long she has been watching us. Realizing that I have noticed her, she walks over to us, smiling broadly. She gives us a hug. "I guess you two did have a good time! Let´s have some more of it. Let´s go, I´m feeling very hungry! And -" looking down Pete´s growing middle - "I guess you could do with some dessert, too."

Surprise!

noreply@blogger.com (Sespresso) — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 18:46:00 +0000

Suddenly there is some sort of suspense in the air. We have been talking and laughing all evening, just like good friends do, touring from coffee place to bar and back. It´s been a very enjoyable Saturday so far. But now, something feels different. You look me deep into the eyes. You´ve never looked at me this way before (or perhaps I just hadn´t noticed), and it is sending a twingling sensation down my spine. "Wanna try out something new?" I return your look, although I can hardly bear it. Not entirely sure what "something new" is meant to refer to, I ask - just to be on the safe side - "And what would that be?" "Let me surprise you." You give me a cheeky little smile that is driving me up the wall. You´re so bloody irrestible at that very moment, it´s almost annoying. "Ok, I´ll follow you. No questions asked." "That´s just what I´d expect from a good girl", you whisper into my ear, softly biting it. Ahhhh! You´re sending shivers all the way down my spine, and somewhere in the middle, too.

We´ve been good friends - buddies - for quite a while, enjoying each other´s company, in a Harry-and-Sally mode. It´s been free of any sexual allusions so far and entirely enjoyable. Not that there haven´t been occasional advances from one of us to the other, but - at least in my perception - they have mostly been passed in a mock-fashion. Or have they? Maybe I´ve been missing something here, but whatever is going to happen - hell, let it happen tonight. Or any other time, for that matter.

Not being allowed to ask any questions on your plans, I keep my mouth shut, and we walk in silence for a while. You wrap your arm around my waist, giving me a slightly tickeling pinch. I jump, but, admittedly, I enjoy your touch. And I decidedly enjoy the suspense you´re giving me. It´s a not-quite-summer night, with a slight chill in the air. "Ever been to ´The Hookers´?" You ask, breaking the silence. ´The Hookers´ is one of those New York places I have been curious about, but never dared to go to. It´s a predominantly gay and lesbian club, but it´s supposed to be really wild. Supposedly, when you enter it on your own, it´s easier to leave the place with at least one other person (depending on your sexual preference) than alone. Wild dancing, hot music, lethal drinks. But not that I wouldn´t be curious. In company, anyway. "No," I say, "I´ve heard about it, though. Sounds like one hell of a crazy club." "Crazy ... crazy ..." you smile. "Not for a real New Yorker!" You say, putting on a tone of mock supremacy. The Big City Boy here, the Country Girl there. "Oh, ´scuse me, I´m the little Jersey Girl. But I know how to milk cows. Ain´t that something?" I giggle. "Yeah, that´ll sure come in handy in THE city, won´t it? Let´s see if we can find a cow for you ..." You pretend to be searching for one, shielding your eyes with one hand, native Indian-style, looking first this direction, than that direction. "No, doesn´t look like it, I´m afraid!" You say, after seemingly scanning the horizon, drawing me closer, just to tickle me and make me jump again.I try to put on an earnest face. "Oh, well ..." I sigh, "but you´ll never know where knowledge of a good, strong milking grip might be useful ... not to say extremely enjoyable." You bite my ear again. "Oh! Hadn´t thought about that one. Are you gonna show me?" You are giving me an innocent look now. "If you behave, I might do just that." I reply with a broad, dirty smile. "No, no, no," you protest. "It´s not up to you tonight to subject me to any good-behaviour conditions! Tonight, I´m in charge. Fully, utterly and completely! Agreed? Or else ..." "Or else ... what?" "I´ll have to think of some real draconian punishment," you murmur in what´s supposed to be a deep and scary voice. "Oh. Ok, Yessir, agreed, at least for tonight I´ll let you believe you´re in charge! - So ´The Hookers´ is where we´re headed right now?" I ask. "Shhh ... Don´t you remember? No questions asked!" you admonish me, drawing me towards you again, but this time without tickling. With a sigh, I succumb to your arm, wrapping mine around your waist in turn.

It´s good to feel your warmth. Strange I´ve never noticed before, but perhaps tonight I´m just more receptive for whatever-it-is that is hanging in the air.Your hand is straying a little now, wandering toward my butt, pinching it firmly. "Hmm ... your lower back feels good!" "Hmmm..." I purr, not quite certain about what it is that you´re up to now. "I´d love to feel some more of you." There´s no irony in your voice anymore, and that look you´re giving me makes me shiver, again. We stop in front of a low-rise building in the midst of the Village. "Ok, so this is where I live. Thanks for walking me home!" Your mischieveous grin has returned to your face. "Oh, allright then - good night!" I grin back at you, unwinding me of your embrace. "Not so fast! Do you really think I would let you go back all the way alone? You, the country girl, in the midst of the Evil City? No friggin´ way!" "So ...?" I ask, and then "Oops, sorry - I just remembered: No questions!" "Now, that´s a good girl," you smile. "Actually, I was going to ask you inside my den, for a little nightcap, if that´s allright with you ...?" We´re facing each other now. You draw me close to you, looking deep into my eyes. "You´re thinking ´The Hookers´ is a wild place? Wait till you´ve seen ´The Lion´s Den´!" And then you kiss me. It is a warm and subtle kiss, inspiring my curiosity. "I´ll feel safe as long as the Boy From The Big City is with me. In fact, with you, I´ll probably even survive ´The Lion´s Den´. I´ll trust you," I smile cheekily, "even if that turns out to be a big mistake." "Don´t worry!" you reply with an equally naughty smile as you open the door.

We walk up three flights of stairs (no elevator in this pre-war building). You unlock the dark, wooden door and switch on the lights. "Have a seat," you say, pointing toward a group of oriental-style chair cushions. "I´ll mix us something to drink. Would a smoothie be fine? No alcohol, of course - or next to none," You are grinning broadly. "Sure, that´d be great! Can I give you a hand?" "Don´t you dare - at least not for the moment. Make yourself comfy!" You stick your head out from behind the kitchen door, with that smile again! I´m lost! Taking my jacket off, I let my gaze wander through the tiny apartment. What a cool place, I am thinking to myself, but I didn´t really expect anything conventional. On the floor next to the cushions, there are a couple of magazines. I pick up one of them and curiously flip through the pages. It´s some sort of lifestyle magazine, lots of nice photographs of the usual handsome male and female models. What catches my interest, however, is an article about anal sex. I start reading it, getting so absorbed that I don´t even notice that you have returned from the kitchen, holding two glasses with something that vaguely looks like a strawberry margharita. I almost jump when you hand me the drink you just mixed. "Interesting reading?" you ask, smiling at me. "Thank you!" We lift our glasses, cheering. "Yummie! What is this?" "A peach-and-strawberry smoothie, with a drop of sparkling wine." You sit down on the cushion next to me. Curiously, you look at the magazine to find out what it was that caught my interest. "Ah, it´s that report about anal sex. Ever tried it?" "Tried - yes. Successful, no." "How come?" you ask. "You know," I say, "anal sex to me is both fascinating and scary. Whenever I try it, it really turns me on up to a certain point. In fact, up to the point where it gets serious business. At which point it turns from lust to pain to ´No, stop!´ I can´t really imagine it is more enjoyable than painful." You look at me, listening attentively. "And from what I´ve been reading here," I continue, "I´m not alone. Perhaps there is a trick that I don´t know of yet." I look at you, enquiringly. "Well, perhaps there is," you reply thoughtfully, taking my hand, letting it glide through your fingers. "In fact ..." you stop in the middle of the sentence. "Yes?" "Hmm ... you wanna find out?" Here it is again, that smile. I am nervous and curious at the same time. "First rule: Relax," you say, sensing my tension, moving behind me.

You are sitting close to me, your legs stretched out parallel to mine. I can feel your breath in my neck and your groin against my butts. Your hands are starting to massage my neck gently. "I´ll make you loosen up entirely, so there will be no tension and, hence, no painful cramping. Your muscles will have to let go. YOU will have to let go. But just let me do, ok?" I nod, enjoying the feeling of your hands kneading my neck and shoulders, firm, yet gently. Already, I can feel some of the tension falling off me. "Sorry, I´ll have to relieve you of some of your clothes, otherwise the massage won´t be as effective. Let me take off your shirt." I nod and put up my arms, obediently. You pull off my t-shirt. "No bra? Good! Then again, I´d have enjoyed peeling it off you." I can feel your wicked smile in my back. I am longing for some more of this treatment, vowing to myself to give some of this good feeling back to you at a later point (perhaps giving the City Boy a demonstration of my milking abilities?). Your fingers keep kneading, moving to and fro between my neck and shoulders. I hardly notice at first, but slowly, you are inching a little lower with every move. You are blowing my neck softly when your gently massaging fingers finally reach my underarms. "Careful, I´m extremely ticklish!" I squeak, quivering, as you touch my armpits. "Just try and relax," you say softly, "but do not try to force it." You keep on kneading, changing your touch making it a little more forceful now, and the tickling sensation stops. With a sigh I give myself up to your touch, trusting you to not tickle me on purpose.

Your hands move around and touch my breasts. You are pulling up closer, softly kissing my neck, and through your pants I can feel your hardening dick prodding my lower back. I shiver, but this time not because you are tickeling me. Your hands are slowly kneading my breasts, then gently stroking my nippels. My pussy is beginning to give me that aching sensation, that almost painful urge to be touched. I want your hands to move down lower, but instead, you withdraw them from my front, and you let your fingers glide down my spine instead, exerting pressure as you move. "Hey!" I protest. "There´s some more parts on my front side that are really tense and that are in bad need of some relaxing massage." You can´t help grinning. "I am the master, so you had better leave it up to me to decide which parts are due to be touched at what time." you scold, trying - in vain - not to let your grin (and your growing horniness) spoil the impression of master admonishing naughty child. I bite my lips so I don´t start to giggle. "Hey, hey, loosen up!" you say, noticing the sudden tension around my neckline, shaking my shoulders. "I can´t hide anything from you, can I?" I sigh, pretending to resignate. "Of course not! It´s time you accepted that." you reply, biting my neck. I can´t help relaxing anyway as your fingers are working their way up and down my spine. There´s the prod of your cock again. "Master?" "Yes? What is it now?" you ask, apparently upset at me not behaving quite the way I should. "Sorry to interrupt one more time - but don´t you think it would be a lot more comfortable and, hence, relaxing, if you got rid of that surely uncomfortable denim? I thought that something more lose was more appropriate for both the one giving the massage and the one recieving it." You grin. "I accept your suggestion, for once.You wanna give me a helping hand? But," you continue earnestly, moving round to look into my eyes, "behave! You´re only supposed to help me remove those uncomfortably tight pants. Nothing more, understood?" I eagerly nod my head, secretly resolved to touch your cock on the first possible occasion, while playing the all-innocent and well behaved girl.

You kneel down, facing me, while I´m still seated cross-legged. Your bulge is prominently visible. You point your hips closer towards me, so I can reach for your fly without getting up. I struggle with the button of your jeans, but finally, I manage to open it. Carefully I pull down the zipper. Even if I tried it would be next to impossible to not touch your protruding cock, and I let my fingers glide down your shaft deliberately while opening the fly of your pants. You moan softly, giving a sigh of relief when your pants are finally open. I pull your pants down over your hips, my face not entirely inadvertently touching your wonderful bulge, wishing to bury myself into the slightly wet warmth of your horniness, inhaling your delicious smell. "While we´re at it," I say getting up, "how ´bout removing your shirt as well?" You mumble something which I take to be assent, so I start unbuttoning your shirt, my hands gliding over your breast, down your belly, my lips following them along, stopping just above your beltline. (I know to restrain myself, after all! *grin*!) After having removed your shirt, our bare upper bodies touch, as if by coincidence. You draw me up close to you. "Now," you whisper, "it´s unavoidable to remove your all too tight pants as well, or else I just won´t be able to continue my massage." While unbuttoning my jeans with one hand, the forefinger of your other hand is slipping under my thong, briefly fingering the wet crevice of my pussy. Oh god, I wish you´d never stop! My puss is eagerly trying to devour your finger, but you withdraw it. "Not so fast, babe!" you whisper into my ear. "We´re on to something completely different." You pull down both my jeans and my undies and tell me to lie down now on my belly. You shove a pillow beneath my hips, making my bum sticking up in the air. "I´ll be right back!" you whisper hornily, wandering out of sight, your bulge, still covered in a pair of extremely sexy light grey briefs showing the wet drips of your oozing precum, seemingly leading the way.

I wriggle on the pillow-heap, my clit rubbing hungrily against the cotton (I seriously hope you can remove the covers to wash them, I´m making a mess already!) When you return, I hear the familiar buzz of a vibrator. "Oh babe, what are you up to now?" I moan, my thighs soaking wet with my cunt´s horny juices. "Hmmm ...." is all you´re saying. You kneel down between my legs, grab me by the hips, pulling my butt up a little more. Gently, you rub the vibrator against my clit, letting it circle round and round, now touching my lips, now gently inserting it into my puss ... "Oh yeah!" I moan. You pull it back out again, repeating the cycle - clit, lips, pussy - time and again. "Just hold this for a sec, will you?" you say finally, taking my hand down, making me hold the vibrator close to my puss. I don´t have to ask you what you´re doing -´ even before I feel it, I know that you are going to sprinkle my bum with lube. Gently, you are pulling my buttocks apart. I can feel the cool lubricant dripping down the crevice between the cheeks of my butt. I am arching my back, my entire body expressing suspense, while I can feel your hard dick prodding against my inner thighs. You are spreading the lube, one of your fore-fingers gently circling the tiny hole in the middle. Oh yes, I want to feel you. You are pressing a little harder, carefully watching for any signs of discomfort. Finally, you are taking control of Mr. Vibe again. This time, however, not circling the entirety of my cunt. Instead, you are now working my bottom with the pleasurable feel of vibrating silicone. Watching the vibrator moving around my well-lubricated butthole, which is slowly opening up, seems to turn you on even more, judging by the intensity of your prodding and the wetness of your cock - still jailed in his briefs. I love the feel of your precum. "I want you to take off those briefs. NOW!" I beg you, and, without too much reluctance, you finally give in to my pledges, ridding yourself of the tiny bit of remaining textile.

Watching the little hole in front of you giving in and opening up to the vibrator gets you even hornier. I can tell by the stream of your precum dripping onto the cheeks of my butts and the increasing intensity of the prodding of your cock. My muscles are totally relaxed now. "Babe, I want you inside me..." I whisper, my voice barely audible. "Heya, babe, I wanna feel you, too!" you reply, your voice equally horny (not to mention your cock!). Carefully, you pull out the vibrator. You lean over me, your cock touching my butthole in the process, and reach out for a pack of condomes. You pull one out and hand it to me. "I´d better get dressed," you grin hornily, moving around. I get up onto my knees, my fingers hastily trying to nestle the wrapping open. Seeing your cock covered in precum almost makes me lose my mind. I simply cannot just pull the condome over you. I cannot resist the temptation of licking your head, tasting the salty juices your cock has been oozing. "Careful, babe", you moan as my tongue is gliding over your dick, my fingers working your contracted balls, "or you´re just gonna make me cum right away!" I unravel the condome, drawing it over your hard, horny boner, enjoying the feel of your throbbing hardness in my hands. Watching your face almost distorted with lust gets me even more excited. After one last gentle bite into your hard balls, I lie down again on my belly, sticking my butt up into the air invitingly. I can feel you getting behing me, pulling me up, so I´m on my knees again. Your cock is rubbing against my butts, one of your hands playing with my clit, while your other hand is gently rubbing my butthole. Then both of your hands are pulling my butts apart. I feel your cock throbbing against my hole which is glistening with lube. You´re pushing against me, letting take control of your dick, following his excited drive. My anus gives in, opening up for you, longing for you. There is a short sensation of a little painful twitch, then you´re inside me. In animalic excitement, you are moving deeper into me. "Babe, I´m not gonna last for very much longer!" I almost scream, feeling you so incredibly deep inside me. I hear you breathing heavily, your movements getting faster and faster, your balls rubbing against my butts, your fingers again touching my clit. You are fucking me hard now, fast, accelerating, our breathing increasingly louder and faster. I can hold back no longer. My body erupts in an almost violent explosion of pure lust, and then I feel you cumming. We are moaning loudly, screaming, feeling each other blowing up. My butt twitches, my cunt is snapping for your fingers, your dick still pulsating inside me.

Breathing hard, as if we had just finished a 10k, we are collapsing onto the pillows, you lying on top of me, your arms wrapped around the lower parts of my belly, your wet belly on my wet back. You bite my neck. I try to turn round, longing to kiss you, your cock still inside me. We just lie there, kissing, your hand gently touching my sweat-covered face, until your cock has softened a little. You gently pull out, removing the condome. I bend down to lick your bright red head. Maybe I can have some more of that later ... "Hmmmm ..... this was very nice!" "Mmmmmm ..." you mumble. "How about some dessert ... later?" "I´d LOVE a dessert!" I mumble, snuggling up to you, my cunt and butt still pulsating. For a while, we just lie there, snuggled up against each other, feeling each other´s warmth. And I feel your cock rising again ... Hmmmm ... "What a great surprise!" I say. "Told ya!" you say with that irresistible grin. ;)

Felines

noreply@blogger.com (Sespresso) — Tue, 13 Mar 2007 10:25:00 +0000

Her name is Maureen. She is the boyish type, of slender stature, and has slightly curly, dark, shortish hair. We have been talking and laughing a lot during the past hour, as Jo and Timothy have been heading off to Timothy's place to have their wicked ways. It is getting late, and the bunch of guys and girls that have been with us are leaving the 'Comfort Zone' one after another. For some reason, Maureen and I are reluctant to leave for the night just yet. "Actually, I feel like dancing. Do you like to dance?" she says, leaning towards me. "I'd love to!" I say. "Cool! There's a good place, not far off. Afterwards, if you like, you can sleep at my place. And we can go and meet Timothy and Jo for breakfast later in the morning. I live just around the corner from his place." "Sounds great," I say, "and thanks for offering me to stay at your place!" "So let's go!" Maureen leans over the counter and addresses the barkeeper: "Marc, in case Timothy and Jo come back here looking for Linda, would you please tell them that we've gone dancing and are heading to my place afterwards? We'll be meeting them for breakfast at Timothy's." Marc nods, grinning, whispering something into Maureen's ear. She grins back at him broadly, giving him a mock slap on his cheek. She takes me by the hand. Waving at Marc, we leave the 'Comfort Zone'.

It's a warm summer night in Manhattan, and the short walk to the dance club feels good. Maureen and I are holding hands. I tell her about me and Jo, she tells me about her girl friend, Sara, who has gone home to her parent's place for the summer holidays. We enter the club, which is called the 'Voodoo Launge'. It is around two in the morning, and the place is fully packed. I am treating Maureen to a drink at the bar. Then she takes me by the hands and drags me off to the dance floor.

We are diving into the rhythm of the music and the flickering lights, dancing away, touching each other's hips now and again. Increasingly, there's a sexual touch to our dance, as our hips are drawn towards each other, and we keep touching each other, lightly at first, around the waist, and at the bottoms. As the music slows down, we are dancing closer and closer and are holding each other tight. Her hands are caressing my back, working their way down to my buttocks. She draws my hips towards hers, and I equally enjoy the feeling of her hands on my lower back, and the feeling of her firm buttocks moving in my hands. She takes my face into her hands, pulling me closer, opening her mouth. I close my eyes. Our lips are touching, a bit shy at first, but then we kiss, with increasing passion and fervor.

We must have spent around two hours on the dance floor, but I could go on like this forever. On the other hand, I am starting to think that some privacy would also be ok, feeling somewhat itchy from the arousing dancing. Maureen must be thinking along similar lines. "How about some coffee and maybe a bite at my place?" she whispers into my ear, while her hands are firmly pinching my buts. And she is looking deep into my eyes in a way that makes want to melt right away. "And perhaps a shower", I whisper back at her, grinning. "I am soaked!" Maureen smiles. Taking a nose full from under her arms, she pulls a face in mock disgust and nods.

On our way to her place, we keep giggling, holding hands, touching and kissing, enjoying the warm summer breeze. At the door of her apartment, she stops briefly, taking me into her arms, stroking the hair from my forehead, and we kiss, our crotches seeking each other's proximity. "If I had a dick, it would be one hell of a boner now!" she whispers into my ear. "You are really turning me on, Linda!" I bite her neck in reply, giving a mock growl. "If I had a dick, it would be dripping all over now.", I reply. "But I'm dripping anyway." We stumble into her apartment, still kissing, tearing each other's T-shirts off. I have never touched another woman before or been touched by one. She grips my small breasts, my nipples hardening. She licks them, and I feel like my entire body is burning, longing for her touch, and longing to touch her.

Excited, I let my hands wander down her back, letting one hand slide inside her jeans. She is not wearing any underpants, my hands are feeling her naked bottom, wandering towards her crotch. She gives a slight moan, taking my other hand and placing it onto one of her firm little breasts. My fingers glide over her hardening nipples. I feel like I have to kiss her breasts instantly. My tongue starts playing with her nipples, and before I know what I am doing, my hands are unbottoning her pants and touching her soft, curly haired pussy. "Linda, stop, before I am losing my senses," she whispers. "What if you did lose them right away?" I reply quietly, kissing my way down, from her breasts, to her belly button, longing to lick and suck the full lips of her excited pussy. With resolve, she pulls me up. "Wait a second", she says, unbottoning my pants in return. "Weren't we going to have a shower?" "Let me just give your puss one short, little kiss!" I beg. She shakes her head, not accepting my protests, although she herself is shivering with excitement. My hand is gliding between her legs, feeling her warmth and wetness. Her fingers are seeking my puss now in return, but she won't let me kiss her - yet. She seems to be enjoying this game of anticipation, power, excitement, and holding back, increasing the arousal to a maximum.

She takes off my pants, kneeling down as she slips them over my feet. Her head is gliding up between my legs. I am stretching my pussy towards her, longing to be licked and touched. She sticks out her tongue, catching some of my wildly dripping juices, moving past my pussy, kissing her way up along my belly, my breasts, biting my neck, which is enough to drive me bananas. "Come on, lets go have a shower," she says softly, taking me by the hands.

Her bathtub sure has room enough for the both of us. Our bodies are shivering with excitement. She turns on the tap, warm water sprinkles our hot bodies. She takes the soap, applying a generous amount of lather to her hands. Then she starts rubbing me, gently. She starts at my neck, then covers my breasts with the bubbly foam, working her way deeper down. I stretch my shaven pussy towards her, but she is heading for my legs first, one by one, coming tantalizingly close to my crotch as she covers the inside of my thighs with froth. She keeps rubbing, letting her hands glide up and down my thighs, rubbing my bottoms, grabbing them tight. I can feel her arousal. She hands me the soap, and I start rubbing her in turn. Our bellies touch. We kiss, the water running over our hot faces. I am rubbing her back, letting my fingers slip to her buttocks, feeling my way towards the back of the soft, warm, wet crevice of her pussy. I want to kiss her pussy so badly it almost hurts. Rubbing off the soap, I am working my way down, right to her feet. I kiss her toes, then kiss my way up her legs, hearing her groaning, feeling her shiver as my tongue touches her knees, back and front.

My tongue works its way up, to the upper inside of her thighs. "Oh yes please, Linda, kiss my puss!" she finally groans softly, holding my head, not only allowing my mouth to touch, but this time pushing me towards her crotch. I kiss and suck the lips of her pussy, wanting to go deeper and deeper, tasting her, arousing her more and more. My tongue has located her clit, playing with that hard, excited little knob. Then I let my tongue play with her pussy's lips. I am biting her, softly, looking up at her to see if I'm doing the right thing. Her face is contorted with ecstasy. She pulls me up. "Not so fast," she groans, "I'll be exploding any minute". We are kissing, our tongues seeking each other, Maureen's hands now playing with my wet and extremely excited pussy.

We finger each other, still kissing, moaning. "Let my tongue get back down", I beg. "Just a second." She turns off the tap. "No need for more wetness", she says grinning broadly and hornily. She takes a towel off the shelf above us and starts rubbing me dry. Parts of myself are getting drier, anyway. "Come on!" she pulls me out of the bathtub with resolve. I rub her dry in turn, but I just have to lick her wet pussy again, sucking up the juices which are now flowing generously. She is groaning louder. "I want to feel you all over," she whispers excitedly.

We are heading for the soft carpeted floor of her living room, rolling over, like two cats playing, biting each other's necks. Now she is lying on top of me, our bellies and our hot, wet cunts touching. I love the feel of her skin. I take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking it like a baby, until it contracts into a small, hard, knob. We are moving our excited bodies, rubbing them on one another, getting higher and higher with arousal. Then she starts moving down. She turns me round, so I am lying on my belly. Her tongue glides between my buttocks, her hands are touching my labia, while she licks my pussy from behind, finally letting her tongue slide into me. She licks my juices, I am losing my mind. "Come on baby," she says, breathing hard. "Let yourself lose! I wanna feel your puss shakin' and shiverin'!" Her tongue is moving faster and faster, while her fingers are softly stimulating my hard little clit. She bites me softly, driving me even madder. I twitch, and then I can feel it coming. I shake hard, groaning loud, but she won't stop licking and fingering. Finally, she lets go and turns me round again, kneeling above my face.

I grab her bottom, pulling myself up far enough so I am able to lick her. My tongue wanders around the lips of her pussy again. My finger is playing with her anus. "If you keep doing that, I'll go crazy in a second!" Maureen groans. "That's the idea!" I grin at her. I can feel her labia pulsating wildly. Her clit shows, like a small, hard penis. I keep sucking and licking. I am rubbing her hot little anus with my finger, while my mouth is sucking her pussy. "Linda, I'm not gonna be able to hold back for much longer! I'm just gonna come!" she groans softly, "Come on!" I say nudgingly, the fingers of one hand deeply entering her pussy, rubbing her clit, and exerting increasing, but soft pressure with the finger still playing with her but. She pulls my face toward her puss again. I suck, lick, and then I feel her exploding with ecstasy, her body shaking, her juices flowing. She screams with excitement. I keep sucking and licking her, until she collapses next to me, laughing and out of breath. "Stop it - I'm just gonna turn into a heap of useless jelly!"

We are lying on the floor in each other's arms, facing one other, our sweating, hot bodies touching. Outside, the sun is starting to rise. "By the way," I say. Maureen is looking up. "Yes, honey?" "What was that barkeeper whispering into your ear, when we left the 'Comfort Zone'?" Maureen gives me a naughty little grin. "Oh, he just admonished me to make sure I wouldn't devour you completely, otherwise he wouldn't be sure what to tell Jo if he came looking for you." "You sure are one heck of a wild lioness!" I say, biting her neck, making her groan again.

Lederhosen

noreply@blogger.com (Sespresso) — Fri, 09 Mar 2007 16:58:00 +0000

The first time we meet him in the middle of a street in Midtown Manhattan. He is tall, has bright, green, curly hair bound to a pony-tail, and has plenty of lilac eye-shadow. And he is wearing knee-length Lederhosen. As we pass, he gives Jo a mischieveously, naughty smile accompanied by a wink.

Well, this is New York, so nothing ever comes really as a surprise. Later on, Jo and I are having a round of Starbucks coffee, sitting on the lawn at Bryant Park, enjoying the warm mid-summer day and the hustle and bustle there at midday. And we start talking about that brief encounter in the middle of 6th Avenue. Jo has never before been made a pass at by a guy in such a charmingly obvious way. And he has been curious for a while to experience sex with another guy.

"Shit, I should have asked him for his number!" he says. "You might meet him again!", I comfort him. "You know that Manhattan is a small place, and you keep bumping into people in the most unlikely places. But if you do run into him again, be sure to grab that bull by its horn", I say to him with a dirty smile. "You've got a point", Jo says grinning, rising to get another round of coffee.

As he is waiting to be served at the little busy Starbucks booth at the corner, suddenly a hand touches his shoulder. "Man, for the second time today? Can't be coincidence, it's got to be ... karma." Jo turns round, baffled. Sure enough, it's the Lederhosen guy. They get to talk while they are waiting for their coffees, and Jo asks Timothy - that's his name - to join us on the lawn.

I can't believe my eyes when I see the pair of them approaching. "See who I found," Jo says grinning broadly. He introduces us: "Linda - Timothy, Tmothy - Linda!" Timothy and I shake hands. "Cool to meet you - again," I smile at him. We talk, we laugh, and we're enjoying Timothy's company. Timothy has his eyes all over Jo, time and again smiling at him in an irresistable way. When it is time for Timothy to leave and get back to work after his lunch-break, he says: "You guys know what? Let's meet tonight at 'The Comfort Zone'." He scribbles down an address. "They're gonna have a Jazz band there tonight. It's a cool place, not too far from where I live. The food's great, and the booze ain't too expensive. You're gonna like it, I'm pretty sure. And," he says, smiling at me, "there's a couple of girls who'll be there tonight who might be just right for you, sweetheart." "We'll be there," Jo says after exchaning a brief glance with me, just to check whether I have any objections. (Which I don't have. In fact, I'm curious as hell!)

The Comfort Zone is a bar to our tastes. It's located in the Village. It's got that certain kind of seediness - not too dark, but definitely not too bright. It's a laid-back place where you can feel at home right away. And the crowd is gay, lesbian, bisexual, heterosexual - all preferences in peaceful coexistence. The music is cool and relaxed. Timothy is standing at the bar, waving at us as we enter the place. "Hey, here are my German friends!" he shouts, treating us to a round of smoothies. He introduces us to a whole set of guys and girls. It's a typical evening in a typical New York bar.

Time and again, Timothy touches Jo's hand, and occasionally, his hands wander off to touch Jo's firm buttocks, as if by coincidence. Jo, after some initial shyness, starts becoming a little more daring himself, touching Timothy in turn, and spanking his bottom. Timothy whispers something into Jo's ears, and Jo says something to him in turn. Jo turns to me. "Timothy wants me to join him in his appartment." Timothy smiles at me. "Do you mind, if I steal your boyfriend for a couple of hours? I'd ask you to join us - Jo told me that you'd love to watch - but I'm a bit shy, at the first time, anyway." He gives me that irresistible smile. "OK you guys, go ahead." Jo and I kiss - I can feel his fire. "Sure you don't mind, baby?" he whispers into my ear. I shake my head. "I'll be fine, don't worry. So I'll see you two for breakfast?" Timothy nods. He scribbles down something and hands me the note "Here is where I live, that's my number... In case you need something, or in case you're worried. Let's say around 11 tomorrow morning, at my place?" I nod. Timothy gives me a short hug and kisses me on the cheek. Jo takes me into his arms and kisses me again. I am starting to get really horny, from Jo's passionate kisses, and imagining what these two are gonna be up to in a short while.

I wave at them as they are leaving The Comfort Zone, feeling a bit strange. But I don't have much time to fall into dark thoughts. "Don't worry, Timothy will return Jo in one piece", Maureen, one of the girls introduced to us earlier, whispers into my ear. "Come on, Linda, I'll treat you to a drink."

Holding hands and touching bottoms, Jo and Timothy are approaching Timothy's appartment. "I am bit nervous", Jo confesses. "So am I", Timothy replies. "Let's have some coffee, so we can both losen up a bit, allright?" Coffee is always fine by Jo. They sit on the appartment floor, sipping coffee, smiling at each other, and touch hands again and again, with ever more deliberation and ever more daringly. "I want to show you something!" Timothy says, taking Jo by the hands and pulling him up. He opens the door to a fairly huge room, almost a loft. Timothy's appartment is the highest in the building. He leads Jo to the window front. Jo gasps - what a breathtaking view of the Manhattan skyline.
Timothy is behind Jo. He starts hugging him, taking Jo's long hair aside and kisses his neck. Slowly, passionately. His lips are working their way down. He takes off Jo's T-shirt and lets his fingers glide down Jo's spine. He kisses Jo's back all the way down. Jo starts moaning softly. He turns round, facing Timothy. Timothy takes his face between his hands, kissing Jo on the forehead, on the nose, on the mouth. And then they start kissing passionately. Jo feels his dick getting hard. They hug more closely and can feel each others hardening cocks. Timothy takes Jo's hands. "Know what I like best about those Lederhosen?" he says softly, leading Jo's hands to the flap of his Lederhosen. "You can open them no problem, no matter how hard you are." Jo opens the flap. Timothy moans softly. "Oh yeah, touch me, please!" he groans. Timothy is not wearing briefs, and his hard dick is almost jumping into Jo's hands. Jo starts stroking him with both hands, while Timothy grabs Jo's bottoms with a firm grip. They kiss, with increasing excitement. Carefully, Timothy opens the top button and cautiously unzips Jo's tight fitting jeans. Liberation! Timothy pulls down Jo's briefs, and they are massaging each other. Jo is very much aroused, his cock is dripping with anticipation. Feeling another guy's dick in his hands is a very tingling sensation. Timothys red-hot glans is dripping. They massage and massage each other. They stand kissing and stroking each other. "I'm gonna come in a minute, if you're not careful." Jo moans. Timothy can feel his excitement, the twitching of Jo's dick.Timothy keeps pulling him closer, stroking him. "Let's take our clothes off completely, so we have a little more freedom to move," Timothy says, groaning again. "And, babe, careful - I am pretty excited myself." Now they stand, completely naked, hugging tightly, their bodies touching front to front. Their excited dicks are touching each other and each other's belly. They feel each others wet drips. They grab each other by the bottoms, kissing. Then, slowly, Timothy slides down, kissing Jo's nipples, his belly, his belly-button, and finally digs his face into Jo's groin. "What are you doing? Oh my god - this feels too good!" Jo groans, as Timothy starts licking his dick. He takes him into his mouth, letting his tongue play with Jo's glans, licking off the drips that have turned into a stream. Jo has never been sucked like this before. "Oh yeah, this is incredible!" Jo mutters, holding Timothys head, pressing him towards his groin. Timothy's excitement rises, as he can feel Jo almost coming. Jo is holding back. Timothy looks up at him. "I want you to come! I want you to come hard in my mouth! I want to taste you! I want to swallow you!" He says in between licking, kissing and sucking Jo. He kisses his balls - they contract, as if ready to shoot. Timothy himself almost comes, just feeling Jo's arousal. He sucks harder, tasting Jo's fluids, but Jo is still holding back. He must be exploding. Timothy grabs Jo's buttocks. He covers one of his fingers with the drips from his own dick. Then he lets his finger glide slowly into the fold between Jo's buttocks. His finger is working his way towards Jo's anus, stroking him there. Jo's breathing gets harder, faster. Timothy feels his dick twitching in his mouth. His finger insists more and more, sliding a little deeper into Jo's bum. Jo can not hold back for much longer. As Timothy's finger penetrates his anus, Jo gives a loud moan. His body twitches. He explodes, his juice shooting into Timothy's mouth. Timothy keeps sucking and sucking, his excitement now to much, coming himself, just feeling and tasting Jo. Exasperated, they collapse next to each other, hugging, kissing and smiling. Jo takes Timothy's cock. "Let me taste you!" he whispers, taking Timothy into his mouth, licking and sucking off Timothy's juices now in turn.

Although they both have just come, they get aroused again. For Jo, it is the first time to suck a dick. The sensation, again, is enough to turn him on instantly. He feels his dick getting hard. And he feels Timothy's dick hardening as well, growing in his mouth. "Jo! This feels so good!" Timothy groans. Excited, Jo kisses the insides of Timothy's thighs, nibbling his shaven balls, taking as much of Timothy's cock into his mouth as will fit. Jo can feel him dripping. "Turn round!" Timothy invites Jo. Jo turns round, so Timothy can caress his reawakened dick. Timothy moans. "Keep doing it! This feels mighty good! Oh yeah, let your tongue play with my glans!" Jo kisses and licks, lets his tongue touch Timothy's glans, while he his sucking him, feeling increasingly excited, as Timothy is caressing Jo's dick with both hands, smearing his drips over the top of his cock. Jo can feel his juices rising, but he is determined to let Timothy come first this time. He puts his hands below Timothy's buttocks, caressing them, as he sucks his dick. "I am coming! I am coming!" Timothy almoust shouts, grabbing Jo's cock harder, as Jo sucks him, feeling his dick pulsating in his mouth, feeling him shoot, almost suffocating him, but he keeps sucking, his cock still gripped tightly by Timothy, until Timothy has stopped twitching and squirting. And now Jo lets his dick squirt, hard, because he has held back for a while, Timothy caressing him and stroking his glans with his thumbs, feeling him squirt, trying, to catch some of Jo's juice with his mouth.

Again, they hug, just lying there now, teaspooning, getting some rest, enjoying each others warmth.