fucked

I was on my knees and elbows on the bed, waiting.

She had the bulb of the feeldoe in her flushed, postorgasmic pussy. The feeldoe's cock, bright blue, had a condom over it and she was covering it in lube.

Then she began to push it into me. Gently at first, carefully. She wasn't used to being the one doing the fucking, didn't want to hurt me. I opened myself up for her, relishing the feeling of her prosthetic cock penetrating my greedy asshole.

So good.

Then she started to fuck me. Slowly at first, then with more vigor. I shivered and shuddered, pushed against her, ordered her to fuck me harder. I only had to say it once. Moments later she was moaning and fucking and slapping my ass like a pro.

And I got well and truly fucked.

domestic bliss

I came home from work, walked up the stairs shedding keys, shoes, jacket. Carrying a bag full of groceries.

At the top my girl stood waiting for me. Barely dressed really, although she had made an effort of sorts. Her perky, round breasts were nicely framed by her low-cut top. Her legs were bare and she had silky knickers on. The way they didn't quite cover her pink pussy gave it all away though.

I could tell what she'd been up to.

I played dumb. Kissed her hello and put my arms around her, the way I always do. Headed for the kitchen, knowing she'd follow me. Went through the motions of unpacking the food, getting ready to cook dinner.

"Maybe we should have a little cuddle first?" she suggested.

I put on my best leer.

"You don't want just a cuddle, girl." I pulled her to me.

She feigned innocence, but the way her body pressed against mine belied anything she could possibly have said. I took her hand and led her to the bed.

Orgasms and cuddles. A home-made burrito dinner and another session of fucking later, we slept. Then we woke up.

...

I love being a guy sometimes. I love waking up in the morning and feeling my cock grow hard. I love having a sexy, naked, freckled girl next to me. I love being able to simply roll over and press my chest against her lovely back, my cock against her delicious bottom, my lips to her sensitive neck. I love the simple joy that brings.

I love being able to run my fingers over her frame, feeling the curves of her hips and breasts. I rub my scruffy chin against her neck and put my hand between her legs. Sometimes it's caresses, sometimes it's a firm pressure, my hand hugging her pussy. Sometimes she's wet already and I just dip my finger in and slide...

Whatever I end up being in the mood for, it wakes her up.

She'll wake up a bit, press against me, rub her neck against my chin. Her lips will part in a silent moan as my fingers trace circles around her little clit. I'll watch her mouth and listen to her breath as my fingers move. So beautiful. And by now, wet.

The moans become audible.

My finger, slippery.

And about now, she's wide awake and can't wait anymore. She turns around and goes down. Her mouth hungry for my cock, which I'm happy to let her taste, lick and suck. She does it so well. I feel her tongue caressing me, watch her curls, the back of her head moving. As the feeling grows, it's not me that's moaning, it's her. Sounds of horny greed escape around the cock that plugs her mouth.

I lie back and enjoy it, for a bit. But only a bit.

"You're a right cocksucker, aren't you? Get off me, lie on your back."

She does as she's told, eyes wide and mouth open. I lie on my side next to her, put my hand around my erection and guide it between her legs, pushing just the tip into her slippery, swollen pussy.

"Now rub your clit. I want to feel you come on my naked cock. I want to feel you squeeze me, I want to feel your pussy vibrate on me."

And that's what happens. I pinch a nipple gently, moving my hips ever so slightly to rub the head of my cock back and forth inside her. Her fingers rub her clit just right, I stop moving now and again to enjoy the feeling of her fingers' vibration travelling throug her body and along the length of my erection. Then I move some more. And pause, feel. And move some more.

"You know, I'd love to do exactly this, lie next to you with my cock inside you while some slut sat on top of you, rubbing her clit over your face."

I slid a bit further into her.

"I'd like to lie here and watch while she got your face all wet, while you slid your tongue back and forth from her opening to her clit, around and back again."

Most of the way out again. Paused.

"And when I'd watched her come on your face, I'd pull out of you and get up on top of you, right behind her. I'd slide my cock into her pussy, right there in front of your face. I'd let you watch from up close as I fucked her. I'd let you watch as I slid in and out of her, so you could smell both of us and her wetness would drip onto your lips."

I slid a bit further in. The vibrations felt so good...

"I'd fuck her like that, right on top of you. And you'd watch from up close as we both came and I pumped her little pussy full of cum. I'd fuck her deep and hard and shoot my load into her, right there above your face. Then I'd pull out and my cum would come dripping out of her pussy and onto your lips."

I could feel her pussy grabbing me, now.

"And then she'd sit on your face again, you'd eat my cum out of her wet pussy. And I'd go back where I was and stick my cock back in you. My cock, covered with my cum and her juices, sliding back into you. And you'd come all over that filthy cock while the girl rubbed her soaking pussy all over your face."

And she came. I held still as she arched her back, gasping, pushing her wetness onto my now massive erection, her orgasm frantically massaging my cock.

When she was done, I pulled out, straddled her.

"You like that idea?"

She stared at me. "Oh god. Yes. I want that so much," she whispered.

I put my hand on my erection, moved it up and down a couple of times and shot my pent up load clear across her chest, hitting her just below the ear. And again, all over her chest. And again on her tits.

Then I put my hands on her cum-covered tits and played with them, rubbing my spunk all over her while she bucked under me and came again, without anything even touching her overexcited pussy.

fingers

I have my fingers between her legs and my lips by her ear.

"You feel so warm, so wet baby. I love how your pussy lips get all swollen and inviting when I touch you like this," I breathe into her ear.

I slide my finger gently from her clit to her opening and back again, punctuating my words by sliding my fingers gently over her clit and tracing slow circles around it.

"You know I could so easily slide my cock into you now. Your pussy would swallow all of me up at once, it would feel so good. Just sliding back and forth inside you, feeling your pussy grab onto me. She's so strong, baby, it's amazing."

I keep running my finger gently around her small, hard clit. I relish how wet she is by now. How true my words are. My cock is hard, but I'm in no rush to do anything with it, I'm happy to just play her body like some sort of erotic instrument.

She's rocking her hips now, pushing against my hand.

"I love making you feel like this. I love bringing out the filthy little slut in you, I love making you come. Are you going to come for me, baby?"

She gasps out a breathless yes and I slide my finger back down to her opening, teasing it gently. I don't put my finger in her, I just feel how wet she is and tease her a bit.

"Right there. Right there, I could slide my cock into you. You'd grab onto me and your greedy little pussy would try and suck the cum out of me. You know she would. And you know if I let you come on my naked cock I wouldn't be able to resist, I'd just have to come too, fill you with spunk."

She's moaning now, rocking her hips back and forth against me, eyes closed and her mouth open. So beautiful, I watch her move, her flat stomach and perfect breasts. And in this moment, she is all mine. At the thought of me coming inside her an "oh yes" escapes her lips and her breath quickens.

I slide my finger up and down slowly, feeling the wet fullness of her pussy, sliding back and forth over her clit on each stroke. Her wetness has spread to cover her entire pussy, the rest of my hand, her thighs...

"You'd like that, wouldn't you baby? You'd like me to push deep inside you and just fill you with cum. You'd like to feel it pumping into you and filling you up and leaking out of you again."

She would.

"Or maybe, maybe you'd like to watch me do that to someone else. Maybe you'd like to watch me play with some other girl like I'm playing with you now. I'd make her all wet, play with her pussy until she begs for my cock. And you'd watch and play with yourself."

She opens her eyes wide and stares at me as the meaning of my words sinks in. "Oh god, yes," she whispers.

"You'd play with yourself and watch as I pushed the tip of my cock into her."

I touch her opening, caress it.

"Just like I could push it into you, right here, I'd push the tip of my cock into her, just a little bit. I'd slide out and then in again, fucking her slowly at first, then faster and harder as her pussy squeezes me and she moans and moans."

She has totally lost control now, her hips moving frantically back and forth as I slide my finger back and forth over her wet slit, up and over her clit and then back to her opening again. And again and again.

"You'd watch as she starts to come on my cock and I'd lose control and just pump her full of my cum. We'd be beautiful. And then once I was all done, I'd walk over to you and put my sticky, cum covered cock in your mouth and let you lick me clean, tasting my cum and her juices together."

Her body convulses, she's coming. I quickly take my finger off her clit, covering her pussy with my flat hand, giving her something firm to buck and push against. And buck she does, hard, the orgasm taking over her whole body.

"That's right baby, come for me."

It seems to go on forever and it's the most wonderful sight in the whole world.

And when she's done, exhausted and breathing heavily, all snug in my arms, she's still mine. My cock is still hard.

She'll be coming again, and we both know it.

clones

Sometimes I wish I could clone myself. Follow more than one path. More than two.

Saturday, the night after I almost-but-not-quite had some sort of threesome, I was out again. And somehow, yet again, I bumped into that same blonde that I've been seeing now and again. I had asked her name the night before. I think I can pronounce it, but I'm not sure how to spell it. Deesa, or something like that.

As I went out I texted Rosa, just to see if she was out. No reply, but I've decided that doesn't mean anything much since most people are more absent-minded about their phones than I am.

First person I see in the bar is Deesa.

And then I get a text. But it's not from Rosa, it's an old flame from back home. Someone I'd love to shag again, but can't really, because aside from being in the wrong country, she's recently married. But, in spite of that, she texted me.

"how r u, iceland boy? am on train from galway, reminded me of u."

We met on that train. I remember how her elbows touched mine, how she sat just a little too close as we talked. How we met for dinner that evening and ended up in her tiny room, fucking until morning.

Such a loaded message.

"I'm grand. Train from Galway, aye? Good times! Hope you're well, give Pete my best."

Pete's her man.

Deesa was looking at me. I put the phone away and ignored the buzzing of the reply. We talked, I bought us both drinks. As the small-talk progressed, as I flirted, as I touched her arm and grinned my fuck-me grin, the back of my mind was following different paths.

I'd love to go back home, follow up on that text. I was always disappointed that she got away. She wouldn't be messaging me like that if those nights we had together hadn't made an impression. What if?

What if I had replied to Rosa's text last night? Would I have ended up in her arms? Would I be in her arms still? I wished I had.

And yet I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Deesa's hand on mine, her smile lighting up the room. Her cleavage distracting my eyes from her face. Part of me thinking she may be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. For now anyway. Older than she looks, actually my age. Not many girls are that hot at 30. Curves and maturity, that amazing Icelandic look of youth. They all look like kids here. And this kiddo has her hands and eyes on me.

Later that evening I sneak a look at my phone, turns out that message wasn't from my Irish lady friend, it was from Rosa. She's at Kaffibarinn again, I'm at Sirkus. I don't feel like moving.

I need more of me. One to be here. One to chase Rosa. One still playing the field in Ireland. One that made all the right decisions and moves and kept Maria. One that never got divorced. One that never got married.

The one of me here, was drunk. Dancing.

Deesa in my arms, dancing, spinning around and bumping into people, not quite spilling our beers. Or theirs.

When the world stops spinning, we're in my bed.

She's not wearing anything, I'm between her legs, my face all wet and my tongue on her clit. Her back is arched, a pillow between her teeth and covering most of her face. I slide a finger into her and use it to tell her body to come to me, for me.

Come here. I move my finger as I lick her clit harder, then relax both.

Come here. Harder, relax.

Come, lick, relax.

We fall into the rythm of it and soon I can feel her stomach muscles pulsating, her pussy grabbing my finger gently. She whimpers.

Come here.

Her hips buck, her pussy mashing into my face. I can't breathe, but for now that doesn't matter. I try my best not to lose the rhythm, to keep her moving, keep her gasping like that. She comes, crying out, pushing against me and then curling up in a vulnerable ball of girl.

I move to kiss her lips and eyelids, hold her as she relaxes and comes down.

We'd earlier discussed my warts, I knew she wasn't going to fuck me. Through my drunkenness I vaguely remembered her sucking me off. Or at least having a taste.

As we fell asleep, I drunkenly wondered what my clones were up to.

surprises

I've been pretty down in the dumps about the warts for the past few weeks.

I'm rubbish at getting to know girls socially and slowly turning a friendship into something more. I've always started at the other end. Pick them up, get them naked, fill them with cock. See how things go from there. I suppose that's backwards compared to what most people do, but it's worked for me and it's great fun.

How do you do that with warts? It doesn't really work at all.

If I fuck someone and she finds out I knew I had warts, then I'm a right bastard and if she has any backbone at all she'll dump my ass and warn the world about me. If I feign ignorance, then I'm setting myself up for a huge mess when I find someone good. I don't believe in building relationships on lies. If I tell the truth then girls won't sleep with me in the first place and I can't help but wonder, would any girl really want such damaged goods for a boyfriend?

And before you tell me condoms are the solution, no they fucking aren't. They don't cover the warts.

So most weekends I just stay in feeling sorry for myself.

Not all though, a few times I've gone out, had fun, flirted a bit and then run away leaving confused girls in my wake. Good for my ego, but damn I hate the running away part. Some of the girls here are hot like you wouldn't believe.

Friday night I was feeling a bit less depressed than usual, so I put on my runners and went out.

I accompanied my flatmate to a bar named Dillon's, where friends of his were celebrating something. A birthday I think, but most of the celebrations and congratulations were in Icelandic and I didn't really get what was going on. Said flatmate is helpfully refusing to speak English to me, claiming that will help me learn Icelandic faster.

Who told him I wanted to learn Icelandic, anyway? Arrogant bastard.

I just had drinks and chatted and flirted with more cooperative people.

One of the girls caught my eye early on, I had also noticed her with this group a few weeks back and we'd chatted a bit. A lovely ginger, red curls, freckles, pale white skin. Her shoulders were bare and I could tell she had strong arms. Sexy.

I remembered her name, Rosa (rose?), asked her if she remembered mine. She did. She introduced her friend Harpa to me, a very flirtatious brunette. I watched them together and thought about getting the two of them into my bed at once, someday, once the warts were gone...

Rosa and I got on like a house on fire. I jokingly asked her if she had gotten tired of guys trying to pick her up by offering to count her freckles, surely they must try that line all the time? I made a point of admiring her assets as I said so, putting on my best leer. She laughed and agreed that yes, it had become oh so tiresome.

Poor girl, I promised not to try any lines like that then.

The night went on, drinks were drunk, the bar closed. Dillon's is one of the places that closes at 3am, further down the street bars are open longer.

Most of the group said goodnight, either couples eager to get home and shag or singletons feeling put off by the cold and dark. Somehow I ended up heading to Kaffibarinn with Rosa and Harpa and no one else.

Kaffibarinn ("the coffee bar" although I don't think they actually serve coffee) is where all the hip theatre and film types get arsed on weekends. During the week the same crowd hangs out there with shiny macs, being incredibly important and brilliant. Not to mention cleverly dressed. Tossers the lot of them, if you ask me.

But it's the place to be if you want to fawn over movie stars passing through Iceland or dance in a throng of drunken Icelandic hipsters. Not quite as sleazy as Sirkus, but pretty close. And since the pretty girls wanted to go there, so did I.

There was no queue for a change, but we had to stand outside in the cold and wait a bit anyway. While we waited Harpa suddenly remembered that she really wanted to shag one of the guys from the party and ran off to his house to make that happen. Oddly conveniant, I wondered whether the girls had planned it. I wouldn't put it past them.

So I had Rosa all to my drunken self in Kaffibarinn at 4 in the morning.

We were both pretty drunk, but I figured another pint each was probably an excellent idea all the same. At the bar I got distracted by a coworker for a bit, but at the first polite opportunity Rosa put her hand in mine and whispered to me "let's go somewhere we can be alone". I let her lead me to the dance floor.

And we danced.

Smiles, eye contact, we moved around each other, together. I put a hand on her hip, the other on her elbow, keeping contact and slowly bringing her closer and closer to me, until we were pressed against each other from knees to nipples.

I knew she could feel my erection digging into her thigh, but I didn't care. She didn't seem to either.

We danced, and we kissed.

I knew I had to have her in my bed. I just had to see her naked, touch her and taste her, smell her. I pulled her closer and spoke into her ear as our bodies kept moving in time to the music.

"I have a somewhat odd proposition for you. I'd like to take you home, but I'm afraid I can't have sex with you. And I'm afraid I have to get up very early in the morning too, a friend is coming over and I promised to make her breakfast... and then I have work. So it's not a very good invitation. But I would like to invite you over all the same."

I was shocked and amazed that she said yes. We went home.

I was pleasantly surprised how good her pussy tasted.

It was her turn to be surprised when my fingers and tongue brought her to orgasm.

As we cuddled afterwards, she asked me why I wouldn't fuck her. My erection wasn't exactly lacking, I had told her I was single. She didn't get it. So I told her why.

That's when she totally blew me away.

"That's all? I had warts a couple of years ago, they're no big deal. Where's a condom?"

And just like that, she ended my celibacy and ruined my carefully constructed complexes of frustration and self-pity.

How did I get to be so lucky?

I felt a sense of wonder as I watched her impale herself on my erection, pressing her lovely tits together and moving up and down on me, giving me what I've been aching for for what seems like an eternity now.

I remember a time when it would never have occurred to me that I could have such a beautiful girl in my bed. Let alone under circumstances like these.

And yet there she was, riding me, slowly but surely coaxing the cum out of me and relishing every moment of it. I held back as long as I could, gazing at her perfect body, loving how her pussy felt on me. I just wanted to last forever. But I couldn't, she made me come, hard, gasping and digging my fingers into her hips.

And then we did it again.

And again.

And now I can't wait until next weekend! I'm back!!

bulge

We stood in my kitchen, kissing. We'd been exchanging phone calls and messages for days and now that we finally were together, we couldn't keep our hands off each other.

I had my hands on her ass, she had hers on my upper arms. She squeezed my muscles as our lips caressed and our tongues played. I held her close.

After a couple of minutes we let each other go, smiling. We had the whole evening ahead of us, a table booked at a nice restaurant. There was no rush. I looked down and could see that my partial erection was clearly visible through my trousers, a long hard bulge waiting to be released and buried inside her.

"Look what I've got for you..."

I drew her attention to the bulge. Her eyes lit up and she reached out with one hand to touch. Her fingers moved up and down the length of it.

Maybe there was a rush after all.

She led me to the bedroom and we kissed again. She seemed a little shy, but also eager. Without a word she took her stockings off, I unbuttoned my fly and released my cock so she could see it. She kissed me and put her hand on me.

I felt very hard, I was already wet. I knew she was too.

I spun her around and told her to lean against the bedpost. Lifted her skirt up and pulled her knickers down, running my fingers over her perfect bottom. Kissed each cheek and then stood up again.

I slid my erection into her. All at once. Deep.

We were both so wet, so ready, no more foreplay was necessary.

I leaned over her and reached around, put my finger on her pussy and felt her delicious wetness. I explored her, found her swollen clit and rubbed it gently while I moved my cock inside her. She gasped and moaned.

I straightened up and grabbed her hips, fucking her with long slow strokes. She was wriggling a little, pushing against me, her vagina cramping around my cock. I knew she could come like that, but I wasn't sure I could hold back if she did.

"I'm going to fuck you like this a bit more, baby. I want you to come for me. But soon I'm going to have to pull out and you're going to suck me off. And then I'll fuck you some more."

That's exactly what happened.

A couple of orgasms later we left the house and I bought her dinner.

curtains

We sat in her couch, talking and drinking the wine I had brought with me. Nice, cozy, but there was also an undercurrent of sexual tension between us. Would we end up in bed? Was it OK to touch her like I used to? Would we feel like shit tomorrow if we slept together tonight?

The mere fact that I was thinking those things meant we almost certainly wouldn't be able to resist.

I touched her. She put her feet in my lap and I caressed them, gently massaging her tired calves and the soles of her feet as we continued our chat.

Soon she moved closer, we kissed. She put her hand on my chest, caressed me, let it wander, explore. Feeling my fit body obviously turned her on. She bit her lip as her hands crossed my stomache. I kissed her again, ran a finger along her jaw and lightly over her chest. Kissed her, nibbled on her lip, breathed in her scent.

"Sit on top of me," I said.

She complied and upped the ante, stripping her top off in one fluid motion. Her round, perky breasts and pink nipples filled my field of vision. I put my hands on her hips and kissed each nipple, licking and sucking gently. She cocked her head to one side, as she always does, stared at me hungrily. Her glance kept moving down to the bulge in my jeans, it was pretty obvious what she was thinking.

"Is there something you want?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, and bit her lip.

"Shouldn't I send you to close the curtains first, baby?"

"No..."

I grinned. Filthy girl! We were on the ground floor, anyone walking by could look in and see exactly what was going on. I undid my fly.

She got on her knees between my legs, pulled the jeans and underwear down, exposing my cock. I watched as she licked me up and down, her eyes as intent on my cock as mine had been on her breasts a few moments earlier. Her tongue teased me, played with me. Soon my shaft was all wet and the head of my cock between her lips, her head bobbing up and down. She was sucking hard, she wanted to taste me, swallow me.

I tangled a finger in her fiery curls and watched as someone walked past the window.

They didn't look inside.

I don't remember if it was my idea or hers, but before I started to feel the need to come, she stopped sucking me and sat in my lap again. We slid her knickers to one side and she sat on my naked cock, rode me. I relished the hot, wet tightness of her pussy on me. I looked her in the eyes.

"Filthy slut, you know anyone could see you right now? Anyone walking by could see you fucking me in your living room, right now, like the filthy little bitch you are? You like that don't you? Don't you, you little slut?"

She nodded, her mouth open. "Yes... yes."

Shy and turned on all at once.

"Come on my cock then. Come on my cock and then finish sucking me off, slut. Go on."

She started fucking me harder, rotating her hips back and forth so the tip of my cock massaged her deep inside. I could feel her cervix rubbing back and forth against me, could feel her pussy grabbing my cock. She tensed up all at once, stopped moving and breathing, a gorgeous vision of female sexuality impaled on my manhood.

I love that woman's orgasms.

She relaxed for just a moment and stared at me. There was something incredibly horny, incredibly primal in her expression. She suddenly started to fuck me again, completely wild, eyes locked with mine. Doing her damndest to make me lose control, craving my load deep inside her. One greedy, wild gyration of her hips after another, faster, faster, faster...

"Oh no you don't!"

I pulled away. If she'd gotten off one more stroke we'd have made a baby.

Instead I fucked her mouth in full view of the entire world walking down her street, made her drink all the cum I'd been so carefully saving for her.

Then we went to her bed to cuddle.

watch me

After some negotiation, we ended up at my place.

The three of us giggled our way up the stairs, Gillian (#5) and myself taking turns distracting our conquest from her shyness with bad puns or over-the-top innuendo.

When we got in I played the gentleman, took their coats and encouraged them to have a seat in my living room.

"Can I get you girls anything to drink?"

Gillian opted for a Bailey's on the rocks, our guest followed her lead.

I made myself a Campari soda and brought them their drinks. Sat between the girls in the sofa and leaned back.

"This is alot nicer than the bar, isn't it?"

"Yes," said Gillian, "especially since I spent too much time outside with the smokers. I've been waiting all night to be able to do this." She stripped her top off and threw it into the corner, making a face. "Stinky thing."

I grinned, admired the view. "Why don't you just take a quick shower? I'll keep our guest company."

She smiled. "You just want me naked, don't you?"

Then she knocked back her drink and stood up to leave the room, shedding items of clothing on the way. She threw her skirt over my face so I just barely caught a glimpse of her naked figure as she turned the corner into the bathroom.

I raised my glass to my guest. "Welcome to my world."

"She's not shy at all, is she?" she asked, as she touched her glass to mine.

"Gillian? Sometimes she is, sometimes she isn't. This is a safe place though, so here she shows off. I hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable."

"No, I envy her. I wouldn't mind losing some clothes myself."

I put my glass down and took her hand, pulling her to me for a careful kiss. Then I stood up and helped her out of her dress, caressing her neck and her thigh and her chest as each was revealed to me. I pulled her close and planted kisses on her neck and jawbone, whispered in her ear; "I'm taking the rest too".

I unfastened her bra with one hand while keeping the other on the small of her back, holding her close so I could keep kissing her shoulders, so I could feel her full breasts pressed against my chest. Once I had unfastened the bra I ran my fingers all the way down and then up her spine, enjoying how warm and smooth her skin felt on my fingers. When my fingers reached the back of her head she shivered, got goose-bumps. I grinned and got on my knees so my face was level with her tits, finished removing her bra and began gently sucking on her nipples.

The shivers had made them hard.

They made me hard.

As I teased her nipples with my mouth, my hands roamed over her body, exploring. They found the band of her panties, slowly pulled them down until they were by her ankles. I had undressed her.

I stood up, kissed her again. "Have a seat, naked woman. Now you get to watch me."

I put a blanket around her shoulders as she sat down, handed her her drink.

I began to slowly unbutton my shirt, looking her in the eyes as I did so. Once I had it buttoned all the way down I paused for a moment, unbuttoned my jeans but left the zipper alone. The bulge of my erection could clearly be seen stretching the fabric. I ran a finger down the length of it, watching her watch me. Then I finished taking my shirt off, dropped it to the floor.

I unzipped my trousers, took a step closer to her. "Touch yourself," I commanded.

I watched her hand drop between her legs so I could no longer see the her dark pubes anymore. She began stroking herself and stared at me.

I let the jeans drop to the floor and put my hand in my boxers, grabbing my cock. I began to masturbate slowly, letting her watch my hand moving underneath the fabric. Then I let them too drop to the floor, stood there naked in front of her with my cock in my hand, stroking it in time to the movement of her hand between her legs.

I could hear Gillian turn the water off.

She'd be rejoining us in a moment.

come for me

I picked her up from the airport, wearing that jacket I know she likes, shaved to just the length of stubble she prefers. Hugged her, exchanged shy kisses, carried her bags for her out to the car.

We took a big detour. Up into the hills, the countryside. There wasn't much talk, but I had my hand on her thigh and she was playing with the hair on the back of my head. We were looking for someplace quiet, private.

The roads got smaller, twistier, traffic more sparse. She kept playing with my hair, it was good.

"Sorry, we have to stop soon, I really need to pee," she said suddenly.

So I pulled over.

There was a small grove of trees by the roadside, she wobbled somewhat unsteadily on her high-heeled boots through the grass and out of sight. It was peaceful, aside from the occasional car which rumbled by. Cloudy but not cold, birds chirping in the trees.

I wandered through the field on the other side of the road, giving her her privacy. I noticed a row of trees and shrubs seperating the two fields, an irrigation ditch. A hill. A secluded spot out of sight of the road.

It would do.

Maria emerged from the trees in the distance, stood by the roadside looking for me. I walked towards her and waved her to come. She moved slowly, watching her step all the way, but making progress. She had the biggest smile and fiery curls, so pretty. So very pretty. We met in the middle of the field, I put my arms around her and kissed her gently, then a little more urgently. She responded in kind, her fingers sinking into the muscles on my arms.

The kiss ended. I grinned and tripped her onto her back, ended up on top of her, pinning her to the ground. She giggled, I kissed her again. Moved suggestively on top of her and kissed a freckle, then another one, an eyebrow, her neck.

She was breathing heavily by now.

A car drove by, reminding us we were in plain sight.

I stood up and pulled her to her feet. Led her across the field, over the hill, towards the trees. To the spot where we could lie next to each other, out of sight from the road. The grass and earth were soft underneath us. We kissed, touched each other. She ran her hand over my chest, my hip, found my erection and began massaging it. I put my hand on her chest, felt the shape of her breast, found a nipple and squeezed it gently through her black top. We kissed.

"I want your cock in my mouth," she said quietly. "I've been fantasizing about that for days now, every time I've masturbated I've thought about your taste and your smell." The breeze moved her curls, framing her pretty face, while her hand kept moving on my erection.

"Please," I replied.

I unbuttoned and unzipped, pulled my pants down. She knelt by my knees, licked me up and down and took me into her mouth. Moved slowly at first, but decisively. She was getting what she wanted and for a little while that field, with the birds and the breeze, was heaven for me. I tangled my fingers in her curls, pulled her to me, mumbled incoherantly. Lost in the moment I came in her mouth, shuddering in the grass. She kept kissing my erection until I'd stopped twitching, then she moved up my body and our lips locked.

Cars rumbled by in the distance. We didn't care.

"I want to be inside you," I said.

She struggled out of her boots and tight jeans, straddled me and slid her knickers to one side, put her wet pussy on my naked, still erect cock. She moved on me, slowly, squeezing my cock with her pussy, rocking back and forth. So tight, so wet, so soft. I tensed and relaxed my stomach muscles, pressing against her in time to her rhythm.

"Come for me, baby. Come for me."

She came. Her face tensed in beautiful agony, her mouth open as if she was surprised by what she was feeling. I felt her pussy squeezing me harder still, her whole body tensing and relaxing as the feelings rushed through her. I couldn't take my eyes off her, I just wanted to watch her come forever.

Nothing lasts forever.

But a few minutes later she came for me again.

restless

I haven't heard from Maria since the other day. I have this nagging suspicion that something isn't quite right, but somehow I can't bring myself to lift up the phone and call her.

I'm also a bit confused myself, last night at the bar I had this restless feeling. Now that she's almost here, now that I'm just maybe about to get what I want, I feel a little panicy about not having fooled around quite enough during the time we've been apart. Obviously she's been busy, this Brad person must have had some redeeming qualities. Knowing Maria they were probably all below the belt.

So, I was at the bar, feeling restless. Birthday party, an old shag turning 25 and getting sloshed with a bunch of friendly faces.

In walks Shannon. I haven't seen Shannon for years. Apparently I've been missing alot. She was always hot, but a bit of a wallflower. That's somehow all gone now, she walked in like she owned the place. Colorful, low cut dress, push-up bra making the most of her lovely breasts. Killer red heels, killer red lipstick. I watched her scan the room, her eyes found mine, she flashed me a meaningful smile.

After walking around, making her hellos and hugging the birthday girl, she came and sat next to me. Leaned over, air-kissed my cheek and said in a low voice: "I was hoping you'd be here." She had her hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze. I made happy sounds back at her, forced myself to look at her face, not her heaving bosom. Yeah right. Every time I failed, she knew it. I swear that woman was breathing way more than was necessary.

Dammit. My resolve to wait for Maria was rapidly evaporating.

She hadn't been waiting for me. She hadn't said she'd take me back. I've always wanted Shannon, and for some reason, tonight she clearly wanted me.

Damn, damn, damn.

I finished my beer a little faster than I usually do and got up saying something about needing another one. Got a refill, mingled a bit while I tried to regain my composure. My ex-wife was there, I cornered her and complained a bit about the situation. She patted me on the head and said "oh, poor handsome white boy, you have too many women? I'm sure everyone feels your pain."

She can be such a twat sometimes.

I went to the toilet, had to wait my turn. Just as the door opened Shannon strode past and pulled me into the tiny room after her. Locked the door and put my hand on her breast.

"Take me now. I need it."

I couldn't help myself.

I was rock hard as soon as the door shut, her breast felt so perfect in my hand. I unzipped while she pulled up her dress and slid her knickers to one side. I probably set a world record for how fast that condom went onto my erection, I was in her. She cried out and I stuffed her scarf in her mouth so the rest of the pub wouldn't hear.

I fucked her hard, my hand on her mouth, ramming into her and pushing her small frame against the wall on every stroke. Grunted angrily as I came inside her.

I let her go, leaned back against the door.

She breathed heavily, looked at me with smoldering eyes. Leaned over, pulled the condom off and licked me clean.

Then she straightened out her dress, demurely fixed her lipstick and gave me a rather nice looking business card. Apparently she has a new job.

"Call me," she said, as she opened the door and glided out.

downstairs

I get home late, four in the morning. I really have to stop working hours like this.

It sounds like the guy on the second floor, the flat right below mine, is having a party. On a Thursday, that's not like him. Loud music, thumping sounds, voices.

I can't tell if they're dancing or fucking...

Oh, how disappointing. They're just dancing. Either that or they like singing along to Moloko while getting busy, which doesn't really sound very plausible to me.

Too bad.

In another world, it would have been an orgy.

They'd have heard me walking up the steps. The door would have opened and my neighbor would have stood there wearing nothing but a sleazy grin, asking me if I was interested in joining them. How could I refuse? I've seen the girls he dates, they're hot. In fact, he's hot, one of very few guys I'd be interested in sleeping with. A girl who's been with the both of us tells me he's quite well endowed.

I'd walk in, smile at the pretty girls and strip down to let them look at me. Touch a cheek, a breast, pull the brunette with the naughty grin to me for a kiss.

I'd press my hard cock against her stomach, suck on her lip, her earlobe, whisper in her ear.

"Do you want to help me suck him off? I'm a beginner, I'll need some help."

You just know she'd be happy to help. She'd breathe deeply, let me go and lead him to the couch. She'd get down on her knees in front of him, lick him and suck gently, making his already erect cock ever so much harder. I'd follow them, pay close attention. I'd look him in the eyes for a moment, kneel next to her, run my finger down her side, over her thighs, between her legs. Touch her wet pussy with my fingertip and find her firm little clit. Bring my finger to my mouth for a taste and then find it again, rub little circles.

I'd pull her head off his cock, lick the taste of him from her lips and lean over for some first hand. Emulating what I'd just seen her do.

Slowly at first, carefully. Taking my time to figure out whether I was really comfortable with the situation or not, whether I was a cocksucker. But having her stare hungrily at me would be all the encouragement I'd need, soon I'd be bobbing up and down like I'd never done anything else. He'd moan and put a hand on my shoulder.

The brunette with the naughty grin would move back a little, lean down and put her mouth on me. She'd greedily suck my cock while I sucked his.

In another world.

I've heard that guy come so many times, through the floor that seperates our bedrooms, it'd be quite interesting to actually be there and experience the real thing.

making up

We'd been a bit strange for a while. Understandably so.

We weren't quite fighting any more, but things weren't quite right either. We'd missed our stride. We both wanted to have sex but instead of sliding right into it as usual, we were hesitant, akward.

We both had underwear on, usually we both slept naked. Usually I could touch her, hold her, breathe on her neck. I'd feel her respond, or not, no words would be necessary. But her neck wasn't available tonight.

We snuggled down, facing each other, bumping knees, looking each other in the eyes.

"This is weird, isn't it," I said.

"Yes."

"I want you, but I can wait."

"I want you too."

I saw just a hint of something in her eye, something clicked. I reached my hand out, gently grabbed the back of her head, pulled her to me. We kissed. Softly at first, then more hungrily.

"Then we don't wait," I said. It wasn't a question.

I slipped my underwear off and guided her face towards my cock. I held her there, gently, but forcefully enought that she didn't have to take any responsibility. She was doing what I wanted. Her mouth felt good on my cock, warm, soft. I felt myself getting bigger and more swollen. She was getting into it, I didn't have to hold her anymore. I knew she was getting wet.

I reached my hand out for the box of condoms by the bed, got one out.

With my other hand, I grabbed the hair on the back of her head, pulled her off my cock and brought her face to mine for a kiss. I handed her the condom.

"Put this on your finger. You're going to keep doing what you've been doing, and play with my ass at the same time."

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you," she replied, timidly.

"Just do it."

She did. I pushed gently, opening myself for her finger. We should probably have used lube, there were a few twinges as she worked her way in. But it was fine. And then it was good. She put her mouth back on my cock and moved her finger inside me.

I relaxed. That was the ticket. I let out a sigh, a moan. Felt the odd distant sensation where my ass takes over and I almost stop feeling my cock, let alone anything else. I gave into it for a while, just floated.

Then I came back to myself, slowly, told her to stop.

"Lie on your back, I'm going to fuck you now."

She did. I slid into her, no condom, rock hard. She gasped, stared at me. This was against the rules. I slid out, back in. Felt her tight softness, felt her hot pussy grab onto me. I wanted to just hammer her, pump her full of cum right then.

But I didn't.

I stared her in the eye and played with her like that until I felt it wasn't safe anymore, pulled out, put a condom on. Slid back into her and stopped holding back. I put my arm around her shoulders, empaled her on my cock, pulled her to me and ground my pelvis against her clit, rotating my cock inside her. She moaned and pushed against me.

It was time.

I started fucking her, in and out, in and out. Pulling her to me on each stroke.
She came. I came.

I rested on top of her, kissed her, smiled and looked at her beautiful face, still inside her, still breathing hard.

She gazed back at me in wonder.

Neither of us had been expecting that.

talented

She looked at me hungrily and put her hand on my chest. She pushed me onto my back and knelt between my legs, her mane of wild black hair moving down my torso, over my stomach and then stopping in my crotch.

She grabbed my cock and began sucking greedily, moving her hands and her tongue frantically, but gently at the same time. So nice. I felt the sensations grow, in no time at all I felt I the urge to shoot my load down her throat.

"I don't want to come just yet, I want to keep feeling that...", I whispered.

She obliged. Slowed down just a little, the sense of urgency subsided but the sensations didn't. I soon reached a trance-like state, my whole world was made up of the feelings in my cock, and it just went on, and on, and on. I grasped the bed sheet, rolled my head from side to side, moaned. And it just kept getting better.

I don't know how long it took. It felt like ages. I don't even know whether I came, the sensations had become so intense I wasn't even sure I'd notice. I think I must have, but it took forever, probably the longest single orgasm I've had. Slowly I came back out of my trance and became more aware of her head bobbing up and down, her body wriggling greedily, the visibly damp spot on her knickers.

I asked if if it wasn't her turn.

Again, her greedy eyes met mine and the knickers quickly ended up on the floor by the bed. I turned around, stuck my hed between her legs and tasted her wetness, found her clit with the tip of my tongue. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, sucked gently on her clit and flicked my tongue back and forth, slowly at first, then more rapidly, then slowly again. She gasped and then lowered her head back between my legs and took my cock into her mouth again.

I closed my eyes and just licked, sucked, gently. Her damp pussy was all that mattered. I reached around and put a finger into her, playing with her opening and rubbing gently against the front wall of her vagina. Her moans were muffled by my cock, but they were becoming louder all the same. She came gently, so gently I hardly noticed. Gently enough that I didn't have to stop kissing her, she still wanted more. And more.

When she'd finally had enough, she collapsed on her stomach next to me, panting. I was still rock hard and her hips and ass were just too tempting to leave alone. I slid a condom on, kneeled behind her and entered her pussy. She gasped something in Spanish which I didn't understand, but it sounded good. I pulled almost all the way out and entered her a little further this time, feeling how tight and small she was.

Again a gasp, this time she said something with a hint of distress. Not quite ready for that much cock, I guessed. Pulled out, entered her more slowly. Again and again until she was taking my full length and gasping "Si, si, ..." into the pillow. I looked down at her round, firm, tanned ass, so wide and lovely compared to her tiny frame. My cock looked positively massive, sliding into that tiny body, again and again.

I pumped harder, slapped one of those cheeks, grabbed onto it. Harder. Slapped her again, a little harder. As I rode her she kept repeating the same few words, egging me on, begging for more. I came violently, ramming deep into her and arching my back, balancing my weight against her tiny frame.

I think we shouted, but I was so lost I couldn't even remember.

not letting go

I leaned against the club's wall, feeling smug.

It was one of those nights, out just relaxing with a mate as girl after girl checked me out. He had gone to the toilet or something, left me alone for a bit. I could feel the warm numbness of the third beer I had just finished, considered going for another one or just enjoying the scenery as I waited for him.

Then a girl caught my eye. Young, slender, with a slightly grown-up face and blond hair. Maybe 20, maybe 25, maybe older. Impossible to tell. She saw me looking and looked straight back. Walked slowly to me, our hands met. I held it until it was clear we weren't just shaking hands.

I asked, Shall I let you go?

No, she said.

So I didn't. She silently turned around and led me through the crowd towards the stairs at the back. Up, to an empty sofa. We were alone, but just as we sat down one of the bouncers came up and said they were closing the second floor, we'd have to go down. So we did.

Again, she led the way in silence, this time to one of the club's bathrooms. We stood outside, waiting for whoever was in there to finish. I reached up, grasped her jaw gently and pulled her face to me. Her soft lips met mine, shy, but eager. As our lips softly caressed each other, I realized for the first time that she was taller than me.

~~~

The bathroom door opened, she led me in. Shut the door, locked it, leaned in for another kiss. I slid my hands around her and she melted into my arms, her pelvis firmly against mine and her small breasts squashed between us. It felt good. I kissed her more firmly, slid my tongue a little further into her mouth. I started to get hard.

The music from the club could be clearly heard in the background, something with a heavy beat and muffled vocals. We knew we didn't have forever, locked in that bathroom. There would be a queue.

The kiss ended, she stepped back. Grinned coyly, knelt in front of me. I leaned back against the sink as she unzipped my fly and pulled everything down just enough to reveal my proud erection. The tip of my cock was already wet, glistening. She put her hand gently on my balls and tasted my pre-cum playfully with her tongue, so gently I could hardly feel it. Then she greedily took me into her mouth.

I shut my eyes and just enjoyed the warm sensations. I wasn't sure whether she just wanted to suck me off or what, but no way was I going to interrupt what she was doing to ask.

I found out soon enough. She knew exactly what she was doing and I reached the brink of orgasm far quicker than I usually do. I could feel I was about to come and so could she. And she stopped. Stood up, pulled up her skirt and turned around.

Bent over, looked back over her shoulder hungrily.

I always carry a condom or three in my pocket, I fished one out, rolled it over my sensitive cock with one hand and explored her pussy with the other. No surprises there, she was sopping wet, ready and waiting. I didn't waste any time. I entered her quickly, took a couple of short strokes and then plunged all the way into her.

Again. And again. And again.

By now people had started knocking on the door, but we didn't care.

I just pumped back and forth, riding her as hard as I could. She was still silent, but I could see by the tension in her hand against the wall and the way she bit her lip that this was exactly what she wanted. I fucked her even harder, pulled almost all the way out and then rammed as deep into her as I could, and again, pumping a load of cum into her on both strokes.

As I did I saw her shudder and her hand on the wall relaxed.

I pulled out, pulled up my pants, still wearing the condom. She turned around and smoothed her skirt back down, smiled. Gave me a kiss, took my hand again and together we left the room, ignoring the angry looks from the people in line.

She led me back to where we had met, smiled, touched a finger to my lips and walked away.

I never even got her name.