She parted her shapely legs to let me get between them. I took hold of her lace panties, and she lifted her bottom a little as I slid them along and off her legs. Trish’s pussy, with her pubic hair waxed at the front into that landing strip and her inner lips, pink, puffy and moist, was now exposed to me.

I gently ran the tip of a finger between her inner lips, coating it with the fluid that was pooled there, and then leaned down to kiss her just above her clitoris, inhaling the piquant, tangy, yet sweetish scent of her pussy for a moment.

In the corner of my eye, I saw her swallow deeply as I heard her taking a shuddering breath. Then, I ran my tongue back up between her inner lips, just gently brushing against her clit with the left side. I dipped the tip of my tongue into the sex fluids pooled between Trish’s inner lips and used my tongue to sweep some onto her clit.

She reached down with her right hand to stroke the back of my head as I placed my lips over her swollen clit, and I began to apply the gentlest of suction. I heard that hissing intake of breath again, and Trish’s thighs both jerked a little as she said, “Oh, Mark, that’s so good.”

The taste of Trish’s pussy and the intimacy of what I was doing were making me even more excited by the minute. I began to use a little more tongue, and immediately, she began to buck her hips. She took a gasping intake of breath and then cried out, “Oh, God, Mark! I’m coming!!” I had to brace my forearms on her thighs to keep her from pulling her clit from my lips before her orgasm had passed. Then her whole body relaxed again.

I moved up to lie on Trish’s right side as she turned to embrace me on the bed. She kissed my mouth, still wet with her pussy juices. My cock was now rampant and making an obvious bulge in my jeans.

I kissed her deeply, feeling the excitement washing through me. She reached down and stroked once along my cock through my jeans. She unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly while I watched, almost breathless with excitement. She reached inside my fly and gently touched the leaking end of my cock with her left thumb. “Come on, Mister Stockton. I think you can take it from here,” she said and pulled on the waistband of my jeans, signalling that it was time to take them off.

I nodded, taking off my jeans and underpants, dropping them on the floor beside the bed. Trish looked at my erect tool and without speaking, she climbed over to straddle me again. She said, “May I?”

“Go ahead,” I said, looking at my cock as Trish guided it to the entrance of her pussy. It was an incredibly sexy sight to watch this beautiful girl squatting over me, parting the lips of her pussy, placing the head of my cock against the opening, and sinking down to take about half of my cock in the first movement. Then she lifted herself and allowed me to penetrate her fully with two more gentle movements of her pelvis. Almost instinctively, I began to move my pelvis up and down, feeling the slippery walls of Trish’s pussy glide along the sensitive skin of my unyielding cock.

I put my arms around her as we fucked gently, with Trish on top, controlling the motion. She said, “When you want to come, just go for it.”

“What about you?” I asked.

“You already made me come,” Trish replied. Her snug, wet pussy embraced my rigid cock, making it feel right at home inside her, taking its entire length with each gentle movement of her pelvis. I moved my hands down to place my palms on her buttocks, feeling them clench with each thrust. “Do you like that?” she asked, sounding a little breathless.

“I love it,” I said as I kissed her mouth, feeling the pleasure mount inside me. My own orgasm wasn’t far off, but I was hoping Trish would come one more time before we finished fucking.

Trish picked up the pace a little with her thrusting, and I could feel my cock going deeper inside her. I took my left arm from Trish’s right buttock, braced it on the bed, and I rolled us both over, using my left arm to prevent Trish from taking my body weight. My cock remained nestled inside Trish’s pussy the whole time, and we ended up in the missionary position, with me taking the weight on my elbows. “Nice work,” Trish said, smiling up at me. “We didn’t miss a beat.” Her own pelvic motion changed from thrusting to a gentle tilt to meet each of my thrusts.

I moved down to kiss Trish hungrily, passionately; we explored each other’s mouths with our tongues as my cock explored her pussy. I started to thrust harder into her. I could feel the beginnings of my own orgasm, so I ramped up my thrusting a little more, adjusting my position to press my pubic bone harder against Trish’s clit with each stroke. The change in position made the sensitive head of my cock push harder against the tight, slippery walls at the front of her pussy, and the burst of pleasure that I knew was on the way seemed to get closer.

Then, I heard Trish’s voice, louder than before, crying out, “Mark!” Her face looked like she was about to cry, and she hugged me closer to herself, thrusting her own pelvis hard.

That was it for me. The waves of pleasure built up in me, and the sound of her exultant voice signalled that she was on the threshold. A burst of pure crystalline pleasure exploded at the base of my cock and spread through me as I began to empty my seed into Trish’s pussy. At the same time, Trish wrapped her legs around me and made that warbling, moaning sound — “Oooohh, oooohh” – followed by a throaty gasp. Then she relaxed with a long sigh, still hugging me to herself, as I felt the final twinges of my own incredible orgasm pass through me.

I looked down at Trish’s face, still breathing heavily. She was looking straight up into my eyes, and after a moment’s silence, she moistened her lips and said, “That was unbelievable. We came together.” She smiled, a sweet but slightly awe-struck smile.

I’ll never know if Trish got the producers to name her TV boyfriend after me, but what I do know is that the pretend cop that everyone watches on TV is also a flesh and blood woman with a real woman’s needs and desires. After an accident of fate on that late summer weekend, few men know that better than I.

A continuation of Two Officers, by Taverner

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I was standing there at the quay being held by Trish Collett, the TV star, and I couldn’t believe it was happening. My body started to respond as desire uncoiled inside me. I put my arms around her and bent my head down to kiss her gently on the top of her head.

Trish turned her head upwards to find my mouth, and she kissed me softly, holding the kiss for a moment. After we broke it, she held her face up, waiting for me to make the next move. I kissed her again as an aching need for this beautiful woman rose inside me.

“I’ve got a room in the hotel,” she said after a short pause. “Would you like to come upstairs for awhile?”

“I think I’d like that very much,” I said. I felt like I was in a dream.

We walked back to the hotel, with Trish holding her arm around my waist and resting her head against my left shoulder. As we approached the front entrance from across the street, we saw a few people in the foyer. Two camera flashes went off in quick succession. “Now the trick is to get upstairs without anyone knowing,” Trish said.

“There’s a side entrance. The night manager showed me when I was here taking a report of a burglary,” I said. I took Trish to the side entrance, and we slipped in and found the service elevator. “Are things always this complicated for you?” I asked.

“Sometimes,” Trish answered. She pointed at a security camera in the corner of the elevator. “You could still end up in the papers,” she said, flashing me that mischievous, little girl smile. We stopped at Trish’s floor, and she stepped out of the elevator to make sure the coast was clear.

As soon as we were inside her room, Trish turned on her heels to face me and said, “Now we’re alone, and nobody knows we’re here.”

I was a cop, trained and experienced in taking charge of situations, but suddenly I felt like a young guy going to bed with a woman for the first time. “I’ll be honest with you,” I smiled. “I can hardly believe I’m here with you.”

“You know what?” she smiled. “I haven’t done this for a long time, and I’m nervous, too.”

My nerves were forgotten as I kissed her, holding the kiss, taking control. I offered a little tongue, which was accepted graciously. We kissed gently, exploring each other’s mouths. I felt myself becoming more excited by the minute. We broke for air, and Trish gently pushed me against the bed.

Trish put her hands behind my neck as we kissed hungrily. With our mouths still locked together, I put my hands on her waist as I leaned back to lie across the bed. Trish lifted herself so as I lay back, she knelt on the bed, straddling me.

With a delighted smile, she said, “Now, I’ve got you in my clutches, Mark Stockton, and you’re not going anywhere until I’ve had my way with you.”

“Not that I’d even think of trying to escape,” I said as I reached up and unzipped her skirt at the back.

“Oooh,” Trish said, grinning. “Taking liberties now, are we?” I pulled at the hem of her short skirt, feeling it slide down her bottom and come loose. I saw she was wearing a pair of black lace bikini briefs. I gently placed the palm of my right hand on her bottom, caressing her firm buttocks through the lace material.

I ran my fingers up and down her cleft a few times, barely reaching her pussy as we kissed, our tongues gently venturing forward to explore each other’s mouths, inhaling each other’s breath and fanning each other’s desire. I very gently moved my right hand down to the crotch of Trish’s panties, and I felt the warmth from her pussy through the thin material.

I felt for the side of her panties and gently worked the first finger of my right hand inside, feeling her soft pubic hair and then the moist, warm, and slick wetness of her pussy. Trish shuddered a little and then kissed me again, her mouth feeling warmer now. She whispered, “Keep going.”

I placed my left palm gently onto Trish’s right buttock as my finger teasingly explored her pussy, not probing, but gently parting the inner lips, feeling the warmth and the wetness. Then I slipped my left hand inside and caressed the smooth skin of her right buttock at the same time.

“You’re very wet,” I said, speaking softly.

Still straddling me, she reached down with her right hand and gently touched my hard tool through my jeans. She said, “I’m not the only one getting excited here.”

I released my hand from her panties and brought it to my lips. With Trish watching me intently, I tasted the sweet, tangy juices that had just come from that very special part of her beautiful body.

Trish climbed off me to lie on the bed to my side. She parted her legs a little and placed her own hand down inside her black lace panties, and she gently touched her own pussy. “Ooh, I tickled myself,” she said, delightedly, and she explored herself with two fingers for a moment or two, still making eye contact the whole time. Her breathing deepened a little as she moved her fingers around, and then she took them out, glistening with fluid, and held them to my mouth, inviting me to taste her again.

When Trish took her fingers from my lips, I moved over to kiss her deeply, making sure she got some of the taste of her own pussy from my lips and tongue. I lifted the front of her lace panties and looked down at her exposed pubic hair. I noticed she had it waxed into an inch-wide landing strip.

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Trish and I found a table, and we ate lunch together, talking, laughing, just a guy and a pretty girl, and I was struck by how down to earth she seemed. Three times as we ate, people came over and asked for autographs. Even so, Trish didn’t seem big-headed, and she apologised for the interruption each time.

“It’s really nice to talk to a normal person for a while,” she said as we sat there after we finished our lunch.

“Don’t you meet any normal guys in your line of work?” I asked.

“Not many,” Trish started, “Most guys I meet are so far up themselves, it’s not funny.” She sat back, becoming serious again. “The last three years have been crazy. My boyfriend couldn’t take it, and he dumped me.”

“It never occurred to me that someone like you’d get dumped,” I said.

“Shit happens,” Trish answered. Then she looked at her watch and said, “They’re having drinks tonight in the upstairs lounge. You know, network people and a few of the performers. Why don’t you come and meet me there? It’ll be really boring,” she said, smiling again.

“You’re not really selling it,” I said.

“That’s the thing,” she said, “If you come, I’ll have someone interesting to talk to.”

“Okay,” I said, unable to keep the smile off my face, “It’s not every day a girl like you asks me to have drink with her after work.”

“You’ll need this,” Trish said, handing me her entry pass. “Just show it to the security guys, and they’ll let you in.”

“Won’t you need it?” I asked.

Trish leaned over and whispered with a mock-serious face, “They all know who I am.” Then she got up and headed back to work. I thought to myself, I can’t believe Trish Collett just asked me to have a drink with her after work.

The day ended in time. I finished my shift, went home, and after a shower, I put on some jeans and a polo shirt. It wasn’t until the taxi pulled away from outside my apartment that the reality sank in: I’m going to meet Trish Collett for a drink. It’s practically a date.

I walked into the hotel and to the upstairs lounge, but there was a huge guy dressed in black blocking the doorway. “Sorry,” he said, his arms folded like a eunuch guarding a harem. “Invite only.”

“I’ve got an invitation,” I said. “Trish Collett invited me.”

“Yeah, right,” he said.

I reached in my pocket and pulled out the security pass. “She gave me this.”

The security guy looked at the pass, and immediately he offered me a handshake and said, “Sorry, I was just doing my job.” He moved aside.

I looked around, but I couldn’t see Trish anywhere. I wondered for a moment if I should have come here in the first place as I looked at all the TV and media types, speaking loudly with exaggerated gestures. To say I felt a little out of place would be a major understatement. I looked around again, trying to spot that red dress, and then I heard, “Boo!”

I turned to see Trish, jumping out from behind a pillar with a delighted smile on her face. She was wearing a short denim skirt and a sleeveless mauve top, and her dark hair was now in a ponytail that bobbed when she moved. “You’re here,” she said.

“Would you like a drink?” Trish asked. “It’s all paid for by the network.”

“Beer’s fine,” I answered, as we started walking over. We got a beer each and stood in a corner, drinking as we talked. Everywhere you looked, there were people in weird clothes speaking loudly, each trying to look more important than the others, and I began to understand what Trish meant about people being love with themselves.

“You’re a cop, right?” Trish said after awhile, turning to look at me.

“Last time I looked,” I said.

“So you rescue people, right?” she asked.

“Well, not recently,” I said. “But it’s in the job description.”

“Well, rescue me from this bullshit,” she said. “Let’s go somewhere else.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Just one thing,” Trish said. “If you and I walk out the door together, you’ll be on the front cover of the Daily Telegraph tomorrow.” She nodded towards a sign in the far corner. “That one over there leads to an alleyway. We can sneak away, and nobody will know.”

“You scoped out all the exits?” I said. “Now I’m impressed.”

Trish and I walked towards the door like we weren’t going anywhere in particular, and after a quick look around, we ducked outside into the lane. It was like something out of a movie. Once we got outside, it was almost pitch black, with the only light coming in from the end of the laneway. “Where does it lead to?” Trish said.

“Down to the quay,” I said. “You can see the city lights and the headland across the bay.”

“Sounds good,” Trish said. As we walked along the laneway, she took my hand, pulling me closer. It was hard to believe I was walking along a dark alley with Trish Collett holding my hand.

For a Saturday night, there was hardly anyone around. We walked across the street to look out over the water. It was late summer, but there was a cool breeze coming off the water. “It’s really pretty,” Trish said, looking out over the water.

I looked down at her sleeveless top and realised I could see her pink lace bra. I said, “Your top wouldn’t be keeping much body heat in.”

“Well, maybe you should offer me some of yours, then,” Trish said, putting her arms around me and resting the side of her face on my chest.

A continuation of Two Officers, by Taverner

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By Taverner, Edited by Belle Roberts

I was halfway through a shift, typing out a report on a minor arrest I had made the day before. I heard footsteps on the carpet behind me, and looked up to see my supervisor, Sergeant Morrow, standing with a clipboard in his hand.

Morrow was one of those rugged, old-style cops that you just don’t see anymore. He said, “I’ve got a little job for you, Mark.”

“What’s that?” I said.

“I know you were supposed to have the weekend off, but the Ocean City Expo is this Saturday. The Commander wants me to send a uniformed officer to represent local police command.”

He added, “I guarantee you’ll have an easy day. They’re providing their own security, so all you’ve gotta do is walk around, checking things out.” He handed me a typewritten memo setting out my duties for the day and a promotional leaflet from the expo organizers. “South West Pacific TV is running the entertainment, so you might get to rub shoulders with a few TV stars.”

In the leaflet, I found a list of TV personalities who would be performing at the expo, including, among others, Maurie Acton, the “veteran comedian and star of his own variety show”; Barry Kimball, who had hosted current affairs programs since the 1980’s; and Trish Collett, “one of the stars of drama series ‘Andersen’s Beat’.”

Trish Collett’s name got my attention. Her show was a top-rated series about a veteran commander and his team of law enforcement professionals. She played a female cop called Amy Templeton. A review of the show described her as “Lois Lane in a blue uniform.”

I only watched about every third episode or so, but Trish Collett was a pretty good reason to watch it. She was slim but curvy with wavy, dark hair, big brown eyes, and a perky, pretty face. She had that “girl next door” thing going. Her character often did things no real cop would do, which, of course, got her into situations where she had to use her wits and wiles to save herself. And she always got the bad guy.

Saturday came around, and they gave me a marked car to drive to the huge Crestwood Hotel complex. There was already a fair crowd in the reception centre when I got there, and on the stage I saw an old guy in a suit, announcing some of the celebrities who were going take turns as M.C. during the day.

I heard him say Trish Collett’s name, and I looked over at the stage to see her step forward to the mic. I was surprised to see she was a little more petite than she looked onscreen. She wore a red, sleeveless dress that hugged her shape and flared a little at the bottom. She looked elegant and sexy in an understated way. I stood at the back of the hall and watched her.

A while after she was done on stage, I sat with my coffee, idly watching the crowd. Then I heard a female voice say, “Excuse me.” I looked up to see Trish Collett standing at the table with a cappuccino in her hand. “Do you mind if join you?” she said with a pretty, girlish smile.

I looked around and saw there were plenty of empty tables. Trish paused to look at my badge and read my name out loud: “Senior Constable Mark Stockton.” She looked up and added, “I’m Trish.”

“Hi,” I answered, meeting her smile with my own.

“So, Mark Stockton,” Trish said, sitting back in her chair. “What brings you here today?”

“Just soaking up the atmosphere,” I joked.

We sat making small talk for a few minutes, and I asked Trish a few things about herself, probably stuff she got asked all the time by her fans. But then she surprised me by asking me a few things about myself. As a cop, I had worked security with celebrities, sports stars, and the occasional politician, and found that public figures tend to look upon security people as just part of the furniture. But here was Trish Collett, someone I saw on TV all the time, asking me how long I had been a cop, if I liked my job, where I grew up, and stuff like that.

I was surprised she was even interested in my story. But I was enjoying talking to this pretty young woman as we sat together and sipped our coffee, so I was kind of deflated when a weedy little guy with a radio earpiece came over. He said, “Excuse me, Miss Collett. You’re back on in five.”

“Be right there,” she said. Then Trish picked up her coffee cup, leaned towards me, and said, “Mark, do you get a lunch break?”

I said, “Yeah, it’s quite civilised in my job. They let you eat and do all kinds of stuff.”

Trish smiled again, that pretty, 100-watt smile of hers. “How about I meet you in the bistro over there, at one?”

“One o’clock,” I said. “See you there.” Then she got up and walked back towards the stairway to the stage. I sat back in my chair, put my coffee on the table, and thought, Did Trish Collett just make a lunch date with me?

For the next couple of hours I walked around, doing what I was getting paid to do. I saw Trish a few times, announcing performers, looking so poised and confident in her stylish red dress. I realised I was looking forward to lunch a little more than usual.

One o’clock came around, and I headed over to the Broad Waters Bistro, where I looked around but couldn’t see Trish. My heart sank a little, thinking maybe she’d lost interest or got a better offer. Then I heard voices behind me, and I looked back to see her signing autographs for two teenaged girls. She looked up and smiled at me as she handed the paper back. “Must be fun being famous,” I said.

“It’s a bit overwhelming sometimes,” Trish said.

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Michelle’s hand that was not on the phone did begin to rub Jacob’s cock. She removed her lips from Jacob’s, still rubbing his cock, and started to talk to Trevor again. “Yeah. I can do that. I’ll be there around 4:30. Cool. Love you, too.” With that, Michelle hung up. She raised her body up off the couch and told Jacob to hold on, walking down the hallway and taking a left into her bedroom. Jacob heard a radio turn on. A voice sang out, wooing an unknown woman through the radio waves in an R & B song. Michelle peeked around the corner, smiled, and told Jacob to “Come here.” She proceeded to bite her lower lip, her creamy skin alive with flushed cheeks, eyes anxiously watching Jacob walk toward her room.

Her head disappeared inside her room when he was almost there … and when he entered her room, she was on her bed on all fours, her ass up in the air, shaved pussy dripping with anticipation, eyes looking back at him, begging him to be inside her.

In two fluid strides Jacob had removed his pants and boxer briefs and was on her bed behind her, looking into her lustful eyes. He bent over her back, kissing her neck, and whispered in her ear, “Put me inside you.” She reached back down between her legs and wrapped her fingers around Jacob’s cock, pulling it up to her vagina, and slowly inserted it. She let out a low moan as the tip went from out to in. His shaft followed, sinking deep inside her. He started slowly, as her body tensed when he had penetrated her completely, her hand pressing against his stomach in a way, telling him to take it slow.

The first few strokes were slow … and Jacob varied it with two quick and shallow pumps, followed by two long and somewhat slower thrusts that buried his cock almost to his balls. Jacob picked up the pace, and the sound of his balls smacking off Michelle’s beautiful, heart-shaped ass fueled the fire for both of their lust, their motions becoming one with each other, their grunts and vocalizations echoing loudly off the walls and in sync.

Michelle looked back, and her eyes screamed for more. Jacob pulled out, not wanting to finish just yet, and Michelle took the lead, throwing Jacob down on the bed. She moved up to his face and straddled it, grinding her pussy against his mouth while holding onto the headboard for support. The headboard slammed against the wall as Jacob’s tongue explored Michelle’s vaginal cavity. He looked up at her wonderful boobs, grabbing on and squeezing them together, kneading them and pinching her nipples with enough pressure to increase her stimulation, but soft enough not to hurt her. She let go of the headboard with one hand and reached back, stroking Jacob’s dick to ensure it was still erect.

She moved back and sat on his dick, her legs straddling his sides as if she was seated on a saddle of a horse. She rode Jacob’s dick like no woman had ever done before, her ass grinding in a perfect rhythm. Jacob reached toward her, placing his thumb onto her clit, rubbing it quickly. Michelle let out louder moans, compelling Jacob to increase the pressure and speed with which he was rubbing her clit. She grabbed his left hand away from her boob and started sucking on his fingers, removing the fingers from her mouth to scream out “Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m cumming! Ohhh!”

With these words, her grinding increased for a second, and then her body quivered uncontrollably. Michelle’s pussy grabbed onto Jacob’s dick, pulsing with every orgasmic reflex. The grip and release effect her pussy had on Jacob’s dick caused him to cum as well. His cum exploded into her pussy, unrestrained without a condom, and he almost expected Michelle to be lifted off his body with the explosion.

Her body quivered less rapidly, and she laid on top of Jacob, still with him inside her. She mashed her lips on his and kissed his neck, moaning softly with the last few spasms of sexual ecstasy. Jacob had never finished at the same time with a woman and was in awe of Michelle’s orgasm quivers, relishing the fact that her pussy had gripped his dick so strongly. They both lay still, smiling at each other, knowing that in a few hours they would be going back to Camp Lejeune to pick up Trevor — Trevor who had been on base, doing his daily duties, probably cleaning his rifle and thinking about the girls he had fucked back home, not realizing that his friend had just banged his girlfriend into wet submission on the very bed he had slept on the night prior.

Michelle rose up, leaving a puddle of cum on Jacob’s stomach. She retrieved a towel for him, and he wiped himself off. “I probably should shower before we go back to base,” stated Jacob. Michelle agreed, and Jacob raised off the sheets that reeked of sex, grabbed Michelle by her ass cheeks, pulled her into him and kissed her deeply before walking into the bathroom to shower.

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He must have betrayed the awe in which he viewed Michelle’s inviting ass and tits with some sort of vocalization. A sound, a mutter, something subconscious. Michelle, still bent over, looked back over her slightly arched back to where Jacob was seated, jaw hanging open. Her eyes met his, and he quickly looked away, feeling a tide of warmth come across his face.

“Smells good in here … but not in that bathroom!” Trevor marked his triumphant return from the bathroom. Michelle commented on how gross he was, but Jacob remained quiet, eyes fixated on the television, hoping his erection would fade away. The three ate dinner together, discussing everything from A to Z, and then they capped the night off with some ice cream.

There was still a lot of moving to be done, but the boys were beat. “Can you guys come back tomorrow and finish the rest of this stuff? The heavy lifting anyway?” asked Michelle. Trevor informed her that Jacob could stay and do most of it himself the following day. Since they were both going to spend the night, Michelle could just drive Trevor to work in the morning, go back, help Jacob move the remainder of her stuff, and then go back to pick Trevor up from work.

Jacob woke to the sizzling of tender bacon being cooked on an open skillet, the smell wafting to invade his nostrils. Michelle had already taken Trevor to work, so it was just the two of them now. Jacob sat up, stretched, and released a yawn, realizing he had a morning erection he could not hide. The blanket he had used had fallen onto the floor, and since he had slept in his boxer briefs. He made an attempt to grab the blanket and cover up right when Michelle was bringing him a plate of eggs and bacon. She had to have seen his hard dick, Jacob thought. But she had not said anything.

Again, he thought, he had narrowly escaped complete awkwardness. The two watched television while they ate breakfast; then Jacob put his jeans on and got to work rearranging the apartment. Jacob sneaked peeks at Michelle’s ass whenever he could. He would notice when a box was pressed up against her tits, and recognized she was braless in her white v-neck undershirt when her nipples got hard after a chilly breeze circulated through an ajar window.

It was nearing lunchtime when Jacob sprawled back onto the couch. Michelle sat in a recliner, folding her legs underneath her, and Jacob noted she must be flexible. Michelle and him talked, and after Jacob stated he had a headache, Michelle said she knew just what he needed to get the headache to go away. He smiled to himself, thinking, “If only she knew what could REALLY get this headache to go away!”

She moved from her position on the recliner and walked to the couch, commanding Jacob to raise his head. She removed the pillow he was using, dropped down onto the couch and put the pillow on her lap, patting it in an invitational manner. Jacob obliged, resting his head back down on the pillow. Jacob smelled her perfume, but also smelled something else. A distinct smell. A wet pussy smell. “No, I’m definitely imagining that!” he thought to himself as Michelle told him to close his eyes. She kneaded his forehead gently, her warm fingertips utilizing a circular motion over his problematic sinuses, no doubt irritated by the dust from the move.

Jacob was relaxed. And happy. Michelle was touching him! Yes, only on the forehead, but it felt good. She then moved down to his pectoral muscles, and Jacob opened his eyes just in time for Michelle’s boobs, only separated from him by a thin layer of cotton undershirt, fell gently near his mouth. His breathing picked up, and he was sure she could feel his warm breath on her nipples. She asked if her rubbing felt good, since she knew his muscles must be sore from moving her furniture around all day. Jacob just answered “mmhmm,” fearing if he spoke, his voice would crack, or that maybe his tongue would take flight out of his mouth and flick her nipples uncontrollably.

He could feel his erection returning, this time fairly safe in the realm of a denim prison. He knew pre-cum had reached the tip of his dick, and he wished he could just move her hands to his cock. He wished he could just stand up, rip her pants off, and bury his face into her wet pussy, lapping up all her juices while staring at her ecstasy-ridden face. He imagined her body writhing, her back arching, and her hands smashing her freed tits together, mouth agape, screaming his name while smashing his head with her thighs.

That alone would be enough to get him off … and then he would be able to last forever after penetrating her pussy. He envisioned placing her legs up over his shoulders and pounding away until they came together.

But Jacob’s visions were again cut short. The telephone rang. Michelle picked up the cordless phone and answered, “Hello?” Jacob could hear Trevor’s voice saying, “Hey baby! I’ll be done around….” and his voice trailed off as Michelle said, “Hold on a second Trevor, I need to switch phones.”

Jacob wondered if she had noticed the disappointed look on his face when he had heard Trevor’s voice. He did not have to wait long, though, to find out if Michelle had seen the disappointed look because as she told Trevor she was switching phones, she really just held the phone up and away from her as she bent over Jacob’s face and planted her lips onto his. Her moist lips intertwined with Jacob’s lips, and her tongue darting in and out of his mouth with the dexterity he had dreamt about. She even released a soft moan. The moan spoke volumes. It said, “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock that I have seen hard these past two days buried in my pussy!”

A continuation of Moving Michelle, by Java Gunderson

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By Java Gunderson, edited by Belle Roberts

Jacob never understood what Michelle had seen in his friend Trevor. She was a beautiful woman, full of life and free-spirited, while Trevor was rude, narcissistic, and had almost no manners whatsoever.

Michelle worked as a hostess at a well-frequented restaurant on Emerald Isle in North Carolina, and Jacob and Trevor were marines stationed at Camp Lejeune. The trio had met when Jacob and Trevor crashed a house party on Emerald Isle, and shortly thereafter, Michelle and Trevor began dating.

Jacob knew it was all a ruse though, for when Trevor and him traveled back to their homes in Illinois, he bared witness to Trevor’s infidelities. Every trip home put another notch in Trevor’s bedpost. He fucked ex-girlfriends. He fucked random girls he met at bars, sometimes even in the bar bathrooms. He fucked redheads, blonds, brunettes … he fucked indiscriminately. He would brag about his latest conquests on the plane back to North Carolina where Michelle, oblivious, would be waiting to drive the duo back onto base.

Jacob was full of emotions. He wanted to be the one she wrapped her slender legs around in the airport terminal. He wanted to feel her arms wrap around his neck, pulling his head close to hers until her supple lips enveloped his own. He had fantasized of all varieties of sex with Michelle. Rough, gentle, spontaneous, passionate. Caring. Meaningful. Jacob battled with what to do. Should he tell Michelle about Trevor’s activities when she was not around?

No. He had known Trevor too long, and no matter what was going on, he couldn’t rat out his friend. What could he do?

Jacob decided he would treat her the way she deserved to be treated by Trevor. He would move Michelle with chivalry. He held the door open for her when they went to restaurants. When she would sneeze (the cutest sneeze Jacob had ever heard), he would say, “Bless you” and smile. Trevor wouldn’t even acknowledge the sneeze.

He did not know if Michelle would take notice of these actions, but he hoped she did. Trevor and Michelle’s relationship continued on, and so did Jacob’s plot to win Michelle over with common courtesy — a powerful tool in a war where the opponent only attends to his own feelings.

On a Thursday, after evening formation, Michelle called Trevor and asked if Trevor and Jacob could help her move into a new apartment that night. She would cook them dinner and give them beer in return for their labor. Trevor and Jacob agreed. Jacob was excited because he had won a day off for that Friday, so his weekend was about to begin. Trevor, on the other hand, would have to work that Friday. Trevor and Jacob loaded up Michelle’s truck at her mother’s house in Jacksonville and traveled the hour to Michelle’s new apartment in Wilmington, NC.

The duo made countless trips up and down the three flights of stairs, moving boxes. It seemed to be a never-ending move! After a heavy bookcase was team-lifted into Michelle’s apartment, Jacob and Trevor declared they were tired and hungry. They agreed that they would call it a night — eat, spend the night, and go back to base the following day. Then Trevor announced that he had to “shit,” laughed, and walked down the hallway to the bathroom.

Jacob waited for the bathroom door to close before diverting his attention to Michelle. He watched Michelle mill about the kitchen, the curves of her ass perfectly outlined by her tight jeans. She sashayed slightly, her hips dropping and rising with each step as she moved between the stove and the table. The spaghetti’s savory aroma should have filled the entire apartment, but Jacob could only smell Michelle’s perfume.

Michelle brought a ladle filled with spaghetti sauce to her lips, and as she blew on the steaming sauce, Jacob traced her puckered lips with his eyes, studying the shape and imagining them on his cock.

She tasted the sauce and her head snapped back. She cursed, “Fuck,” and looked down at the tile floor. She had burnt her mouth, and if he didn’t have an erection, Jacob would have aided her in the cleanup. Instead he simply asked if she was okay. She turned to Jacob and replied she was fine. He let her know she had spaghetti sauce on her sweater. Michelle looked down, cursed under her breath, and started to remove her sweater. She had an undershirt on, but that layer rose up along with the sweater, revealing a pierced belly button that instantly switched Jacob’s mind back to sexual fantasies. It didn’t help that Michelle noticed some sauce on her cleavage. She wiped it away with her index finger and sucked her finger off.

Again, Jacob found himself thinking about his cock being in her mouth. His loins were throbbing, and he did not know if he would be able to contain himself. Michelle grabbed a paper towel and began wiping up the spilled sauce. She bent over to wipe the face of the stove. She did not squat down, but bent straight down at the waist. Her low-rise jeans could not contain the upper portion of her black thong. Her phenomenal ass jiggled from side to side as she rubbed the sauce away, and Jacob could see her ample breasts swaying from side to side as well.

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“You like that now, don’t you? You’re my little bitch.” She reached into the bag and pulled something out. She hid it behind her back. “Open your mouth.” I resisted. I really didn’t like the idea of anything in my mouth and I had no idea what was behind her back. She leaned down and spit on my cock again, stroking it, twisting her hand around the head. “Open your mouth,” she said in a sultry and alluring voice. It was so intense I could feel my leg muscles spasm as she stoked faster. “Open wide.”

“Oh God,” I blurted out, not able to think. She pulled a ball from behind her back and shoved it in my mouth. She then took a strap and wrapped it around my head so I couldn’t spit it out. I was in bondage, but it felt so damn good.

She went back inside and reemerged with the red head. “You and Lilly are going to have a good time,” Ms Cindy said.

Lilly leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You’re really gonna love this.” She went around to the end of the chair between my legs. She took out a bottle of lube and poured it all over my pulsing cock and started to stroke it, just like Ms. Cindy with the almost unbearably good twist on the end. I moaned, breathing heavy through my nose and bucking against the straps. I felt one of her fingers around my asshole. It felt slick with lube. She shoved it in all at once. I tried to scream, but was muffled by the choke ball.

“You pathetic piece of trash. You’re getting what you deserve now,” Ms. Cindy said.

She started pumping her finger in and out, leaning it from side to side, stretching my hole and hitting my prostate. It felt good and bad at the same time, as she continued to work my cock in her hand. I was about to cum again when she stopped.

“No, no. No cumming yet,” Lilly cooed. She quickly inserted another finger. It hurt as it went in, and I bucked and moaned. Ms. Cindy was laughing as they had their way with me.

“Okay, I think he’s ready,” Ms. Cindy said.

Finally, I thought to myself. I looked at Ms. Cindy with burning desire. I wanted to cum inside her right now.

Lilly stood up and turned around. I could hear them getting something from the bag. Lilly turned around again and kneeled down between my legs. I felt something between my ass cheeks as she pushed her hips forward. Oh God, she’s going to fuck me. I was horrified and turned on. I felt the plastic penetrate me as I screamed and writhed around.

Ms. Cindy walked up and laughed, “You’re so weak. Lilly here has taken bigger things up her ass and not screamed as loud. But you’ve been a good boy while you’ve been our guest. Ms. Cindy always rewards good behavior, and I haven’t had a real cock in a long time.”

As Lilly pumped my ass with the strap-on, Ms. Cindy swung a leg over me and lined up with my dick. She lowered herself down and started fucking me.

“Do you like this?” she asked. I nodded, but she could see the conflict in my eyes. As Lilly fucked me, she reached around and started to play with Ms. Cindy’s nipples.

“Oh, that’s it. Pinch my nipples. Pinch them hard, you slut.”

This was so surreal, two hot women fucking me at the same time. I could feel the spasming in almost every muscle in my body. I could also feel the cum welling up from within, ready to spew into Ms. Cindy’s love hole.

She leaned back as far as she could and started pumping faster.

“Don’t you cum until after me,” Ms Cindy ordered.

I didn’t know what other torture she could come up with, so I was trying my hardest to hold back the torrent of warm sperm. She could see in my face that I was straining, and she enjoyed every minute of it. If I didn’t know any better, I would say she was getting off on it.

Suddenly she screamed out, “Oh, yes … oh, god yes … oh, fuck …”

As she came, I felt her pussy contract around me. I couldn’t take it anymore; I just let go. She kept pumping up and down as I came, contorting my body in excruciating pleasure.

Ms. Cindy collapsed on top of me, and Lilly pulled the dildo out of my ass. They leaned in and whispered in each ear, “Thank you.”

Ms. Cindy released my bonds. I got dressed, and she escorted me to the gate. “Now, you little prick, don’t let me catch you peeping into my fence again, or next time you’ll get it worse.” She gave me a look. It wasn’t really angry, more like she was asking me to do it again soon. She shut and locked the gate behind me.

I untied my kayak and started for home. “I’ll come back,” I told myself as I paddled away. I could only imagine what next time would be like.

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I figured I was wearing out my welcome, so I fixed my pants and started back for the kayak. I was a few yards away when I heard a snap. I stepped on a fallen limb. I stopped dead in my tracks and listened for a minute. I didn’t hear anything, so I tiptoed around the corner and started to untie my boat.

“Where do you think you’re going, you little prick?”

I felt all the color leave my face as I turned around to see the brunette at the gate, still naked and not even trying to cover up. She had her hands on her hips and looked really pissed off.

“Get your little perverted ass in here, right now!” she screamed at me.

I felt both intrigue and fear as I thought about my options. I could make a break for it. But she was smoking hot, and there’s a chance that this might end with me fucking her. I slowly started to walk towards and through the gate. I heard it slam and lock behind me.

“Now you’re mine, you little perv!”

She pushed me with one hand between my shoulder blades toward the house. I looked over to see the redhead was still lying there in a heap. Her eyes were closed, and she looked peaceful there — sexy, but peaceful.

“Take your eyes off her, you little prick,” she said as she forcibly turned my head straight. She escorted me to another beach chair. “Sit down, don’t say anything, and don’t be looking over at her, you little pervert!”

She pushed me down in the chair and went inside. I couldn’t help myself. I had to stare at that nicely-shaved pussy, just lying there, waiting to get fucked and licked. I felt the bulge in my pants return as I fantasized about all the things I could do to her as she lay there helplessly.

From behind me I heard the brunette: “Give me your hand.” She pulled my arm down and underneath the chair, and then grabbed my right hand and did the same. I felt cold metal go around both my wrists and heard two distinct clicks. I felt a sinking feeling come over me as she came around. She sat on my lap with her fine ass and leaned in close, as if she wanted to kiss me, but then passed my mouth to my ear. “No one gets a free show here. I am going to make you pay for what you’ve seen.”

I could feel my hard cock rubbing her ass through my pants. She realized this and started to rock back and forth, grinding on my engorged dick. “Is this what you want?” she whispered in my ear and then stuck her tongue in.

“Yes, so bad. I feel like I’m going to explode.”

“Well, this is all you’re going to get.” She got up and put her leg on either side of the chair. She walked up with her magnificent pussy right in my face. “Eat it,” she ordered.

I obliged. I greedily dove into her pink flesh, tongue first. I could still taste the saltiness from when she came before. I felt her hand pushing me into her as she demanded, “Suck my clit, you little pervert.” I found it and started to suck it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. This must have felt good, as she started to grind her sopping wet pussy into my face. “Make me cum, fucker,” she panted. The juices were running down my chin. She tasted so good.

“Oh, yes,” she screamed out. She was pressing so hard I couldn’t breathe. She screamed out with the convulsions and then released me. Without saying a word, she went back inside the house. It seemed like she was gone for a long time.

I suddenly felt hands from behind me grab my chest and start to work their way down my body to my bulging pants.

“You want to fuck, don’t you?” she asked.

“Please, yes. Please,” I begged.

She undid my zipper and pushed down my pants to reveal my cock.

“Oh, I like your cock. I want to fuck too,” a mouth whispered before sucking on my earlobe. She came around in front of me. It was the redhead. She was ready for more. She kneeled down and started to slowly stroke my cock, pausing at the head.

“It looks like you’re ready,” she said softly as she ran her fingernails around the head of my cock. This felt so good, but it was driving me crazy.

She got up, straddled the chair, and slowly brought herself down. I watched my dick disappear into her wet hole. She started to pump up and down, leaning back to increase the friction between us. She reached around and started to fondle my balls as she fucked my brains out. It was the best fuck I had had in a long time. Suddenly she leaned back as far as she could and started to scream. I felt like my dick was going to break off. She came hard, grabbing and pinching her erect nipples. After she finished cumming, she climbed off of me.

“What about me!?!” I was pissed. I had been so close to cumming myself.

“Ms. Cindy will take care of you, I promise,” she said as she grazed her fingernails up my legs towards my cock. This teasing was driving me absolutely insane.

“What the fuck is going on out here?” Ms. Cindy yelled from the sliding door. “You weren’t fucking him, were you?”

“No, ma’am. I mean…”

“Come here, you slut.” Ms. Cindy reached down and stuck a finger in her pussy. “You’re all wet and your clit is swollen. She grabbed the engorged clit between her fingers and pinched.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“I know you are. Now go to the basement and wait for me there. You better not play with any of the toys,” Ms. Cindy ordered.

“Yes Ma’am,” she said sheepishly as she walked slowly inside and out of sight.

“As for you, you fucker, look at how pathetic you look with your pants down.” She grabbed my pants and pulled them all the way off. “You’re just a little pervert who will do anything to get off. And that’s going to be your undoing.”

She went back into the house and emerged with a black backpack that looked heavy. She set it down in front of me and opened it. She pulled it alongside her as she came up and sat on my lap, her fine ass right next to my dick. She put her hand around it and started to pump slowly. I could feel my balls shift, it felt so good.

“You’re gonna do what I say or I’ll stop.”

She had me by the balls … literally. It felt so good as she stroked me up and down. She bent over and spit on the head, lubricating it. I was getting ready to cum. She must have realized this because she stopped.

“Lift your knees and pull your legs back.” She pushed on the bottom of my feet toward my body and put my legs on the armrest of the chair.

A continuation of Morning Workout, by Royce Jones

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By Royce Jones, Edited by Belle Roberts

It was about 10 in the morning, and I was on the return leg home in my kayak. The sun was climbing in the sky, the birds were signing, and the fish were jumping. I had gone about four miles, and I could feel the lactic acid burning in my arms.

With about a half mile to go, I rounded a bend and passed by some of the nicer lakefront homes. I came upon a home with a 6-foot privacy fence that came right down to the water. As I paddled by the gate, I caught a glimpse of sunlit flesh. Curiosity got the best of me, and I circled back. Stopping in line with crack in the gate, I closed one eye. I saw a nice-looking leg on a beach chair.

I quietly pulled up to the shore. I put my face up to the opening. There before me was a gorgeously naked woman. It looked like she was trying to get rid of her tan lines. She was lying on her back. She had long auburn hair flowing down to the ground.  Her perky breasts looked to be about a C-cup. Her nipples were standing at attention in the cool morning air. As I scanned down her body, I laid my eyes upon her hairless sweet spot with a little clit peeking out from between her lips.

I started to feel my cock swelling in my pants. I wanted to whip it out and start jerking off right there. But I was afraid of someone spotting me from the lake. Just then, I saw someone else come through the sliding door into the fenced back yard, another gorgeously naked woman. She was tall with raven black hair that came down around her shoulders. Her skin was lighter, which made her nicely-trimmed pubic hair stand out. She also had a D or DD chest, definitely bigger than the other one. Oh, and the way she walked. I felt my cock press hard against my zipper, straining to get out.

I had to do something. I looked to either end of the fence. The corner to my right was facing the lake – no dice there. The corner to my left was behind a few fir trees – bingo. I pulled the kayak and tied it to one of the fir trees.

I tiptoed along the fence until I found another crack large enough to see through. When I looked in, the beach chair was empty and the other woman was gone, too. My heart sank and so did my dick. I kept looking, hoping they just went inside for something. Just then I heard the slider click open, and there they were – still without a stitch of clothing on. As they were walking out, I noticed they were both carrying something. It looked as though the brunette was carrying a tripod with a video camera. She started to set it up in front of the beach chair. The redhead was carrying a pink dildo — a big one, and pretty realistic. You could see the veins on the side of the 11-inch monster.

“Are you ready?” the brunette asked.

“I don’t know. I think I need to warm up a little first,” said the redhead, shooting the other women a fiery look.

They pulled close to one another and started to kiss. The dark-haired beauty was obviously dominant as she stuck her tongue down the sweet redhead’s throat. Their hands were all over each other, pinching nipples and squeezing ass cheeks. The sultry brunette pushed her partner down to her knees. She raised one of her legs and put her foot on the beach chair. She grabbed a handful of scarlet hair and pulled her in.

“Suck my clit, you dirty whore,” she demanded.

I was so horny I thought I was going to explode. I started to stroke my swollen member as I watched this spectacular sight before me.

I could see the brunette pulling her hard into her sex.

“Use your tongue, bitch. Make me cum hard.”

I guess the redhead listened to her command. The brunette pitched her head back and moaned in ecstasy, “Oh, yes, you fucking bitch. Make me cum.”

After the climax, she pushed the redhead off of her. “Now it’s time to work, you worthless slut.”

As the brunette set up the camera, the redhead laid down on the chair.

“Okay, start fucking yourself,” the brunette scolded.

I couldn’t believe this, and I knew no one else ever would. I had a good angle as the redhead started to move her hands down her body toward bare pussy. She spread her legs and started to tickle the outside of her pink lips. With a heavier stroke, she took her middle finger and dragged it up the middle, the tip disappearing in the fleshy folds. On the next stroke, she drove the middle finger in up to her knuckle. She moaned as she started to pump it in and out. I could see it glistening with the wetness of her pussy.

She slowed down and added her index finger, driving them both in deep. And then her ring finger went in. By her moaning, this must be stretching her out. She then added her pinky as she screamed out, pumping almost her whole hand in and out.

“That’s it. Work that pussy, you filthy little bitch,” the brunette directed.

I was stroking myself as fast as the redhead was fingering herself. I didn’t want to cum, fearing I might miss something good. I couldn’t believe what I was watching.

The redhead pulled her soaked fingers out and reached for the massive member. From behind the camera, the brunette directed her, “Push that cock in all the way. I want to hear you scream.”

The redhead lined up the giant effigy, and with one motion, shoved it into her pussy up to the balls. She writhed around, bit her lip, and screamed out. It looked to be a potent mix of pain and pleasure.

“I can’t … no. It’s too big to fuck,” panted the redhead.

“You weak slut. Here, I’ll do it if you can’t.”

The brunette went from behind the camera to in-between her legs. She pushed away the redhead’s hands, grabbed the dildo, and started to fuck her hard.

“No. Please. Oh God, NO!” screamed the redhead as the brunette bore down.

“Turn over, bitch.”

The red head turned over onto all fours, still with the dildo inside her. The pumping resumed at a faster pace. You could see her face contorting as she neared orgasm. The brunette took her long middle finger and drove into the perfect asshole of the redhead. She let out a scream that I’m sure you could hear from across the lake as wave after wave of pulsing pleasure took over her body. I couldn’t hold back any longer either and spurted cum all over the fence and ground as the orgasm rocked my body. Afterward, the red head collapsed on the chair.

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