So, my birthday has come and gone, but I asked these men to come over and visit me anyway. (giggles and swats hands away)
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I have yet to read his books, though I have grabbed a few. I have been told by my friends that they are quite hot...hmm and I loved this excerpt below. Enjoy!
A few aisles away, Miss Never had gotten down on her knees to cleanup the books that Allan had knocked over. Allan knelt down to help her pick up the mess. He looked closely at her face, cringed, and quickly looked away.
"You look familiar," she whispered. "Turn your face toward me."
"Yeah, sometimes I come here to read," he said, as his voice cracked with an incongruent tone.
"Hold still," she said, as she reached her hands to his face and placed her palms over his eyes. "It's you!"
Allan started to shake and pulled her hands away from his face. His fingers started to tremble. He put his hands over his rear end and clenched his buttocks.
"I see you remember me as well..." she said, as she smiled an evil grin. "Give me that tushy, now!"
Allan shushed her and tried to convince her that they had never met before.
"If we have never met before, then why would you have this?" she said, as she reached over and pulled down the back of his pants to reveal a branding iron mark on his left ass cheek that read, "Mistress Never was here."
"Shhhh... Don't say anything," he pleaded. "My identity is secret and I want to keep it that way."
"Now isn't this an interesting twist to my day," she said, as she reached over and twist his nipple.
Allan groaned, rubbed his sore nipple, blew her a kiss, and winked. She reached down for his crotch, grabbed hold of his zipper, and zipped it up and down aggressively.
"Cut it out," he said, with a nervous grin. "That shit isn't funny."
Miss Never let out a maniacal laugh and pinched the head of his penis through the crotch of his trousers. He smacked her hand and she pressed it up against her cheek. Her eyes closed as she soaked in the pain. She loved being smacked apparently.
"Again," she whispered.
She pinched his penis again. He smacked her hand again and her teeth clinched on her lower lip as she let out a moan of pleasure.
"If I pinch your cock again, are you going to smack me?" she said, grinning.
"You do that and I'm putting you over my knee."
"Oh, I see your game. I'm into it," she said. "I can flick the switch anytime."
She reached down and pinched the head of his cock and he shouted. He grabbed her, bent her over his knee, pulled up her skirt, and spanked her voluptuous behind with all of his might. Her face lit up each time his hand made contact with her bare ass. He spanked and spanked and spanked her bottom, until there was a rosy red hue of his hand print on both cheeks. The heat and sting of the welt marks on her ass had caused her great pleasure. Her juices had gotten on the palm of his hand as he spanked her
and it heightened the level of pleasurable pain each time he struck her. She was in ecstasy. He rubbed
her ass and the sensitivity of his touch had gotten her pussy even more wet. Her eyes rolled back into
her head as she licked her lips seductively.
"Enough is enough," he said. "I can't do this anymore."
"No, don't stop," she begged. "Please spank me, I've been a bad girl. Remember, I pinched your cock."
She reached down rapidly, pinched at his crotch, and he blocked her hand just in time. He laughed and was proud due to the accomplishment of protecting his package.
"I'll polish your mushroom, if you spank my bottom," she said, with a coy look on her face. "Then I'll let you butter my bread."
Allan stopped and thought about it for a moment, then he shook his head.
"I have to stay focused," he said. "You're driving me crazy."
"I love it," she whispered, as she quickly reached down to pinch his penis.
Allan deflected her hand with a block reminiscent of late night martial arts movie scenes. One could almost here "Twah!" in the background.
"That's it! I have had enough," he shouted, as he reached over and gave her a double titty twister.
She moaned with great pleasure.
"I apologize, I don't know what came over me," he pleaded.
"More, more, more," she begged.
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“Fuck her, Jill,” Gary shouted, wrapping his hand around his shaft. “Fuck my wife's pussy!”
Jen looked over her shoulder to her husband. “This is for you, honey,” she said to him. “This is for how much I-”
Jill launched the strap-on dildo into her.
“Fuck!” Jen screamed, releasing her grip on her buttocks and falling forward into the sofa.
“Steady yourself!” Jill bellowed. “Show some fucking dignity!”
Jen was gasping as she fought for balance on her palms. “Shit, Jill, go easy.”
Jill pushed down on Jen's lower back, reached around to her thighs and pulled her pussy back on the dildo. “I'll fuck you how I want,” Jill said, revelling in her moment. “Would you beg my man for mercy, or plead with him to fuck you harder?”
My palm slowed over my penis. Instinct told me to stop her. Fear trapped me in my tracks.
Jill slapped Jen's ass. The abundance of skin bounced beautifully and recoiled, accentuating her fuller figure. “Answer me!”
Jen was grunting, losing her coherence.
Jill slammed the strap-on into her, then grabbed her hair and turned her to face me. “Look at him!” Jill demanded. “Do you want to fuck him or not?”
“Yeah,” Jen retorted hoarsely, her hips pounded upwards on the end of another ferocious stroke.
Gary slapped his palm over his cock, and against his balls. “Fucking hell, Matt, your Jill really knows how to fuck.”
Jill whipped her head to him. “Wait til it's your turn!” she blasted, and withdrew the fake shaft a number of inches from Jen's entrance.
“Oh my God,” Jen cried, wheezing.
Jill grabbed the dildo in hand and forcefully moved it up and down to either extremity of Jen's opening.
Jen shuddered, her knees trembling and her breasts dropping, squashed, to the seat of the sofa.
“Are you slacking?” Jill barked, and pulled back on Jen's dark hair, arching her spine.
Jill smiled as she speared into her. “Do you like it?”
Jen said nothing, her teeth clenched together as perspiration erupted from her body.
Jill retreated a couple of inches, raised the foot of one heel onto the sofa and powered down into Jen's cunt.
“Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
I took a step backwards.
Jill laughed, loading the length deeper into Jen. “Do you like how I fuck you?”
Jen's fingers were scrambling across the leather for support. “Yes,” she croaked.
Gary moved behind them for a better view, eyeing the length of my Jill's legs and feasting on her fantastic ass. He pulled himself hard as he stared at her. “She's amazing, Matt, where did you find her?”
A blur of blonde twirled Jill's head to face his. “Oh, darling,” she began, thumbing Jen's bow tattoo, “you wouldn't believe how Matt met me, what he caught me doing or how low I made him stoop to have me.”
Gary edged forward. “I think I'd like to hear.”
Shame crept surreptitiously over my skin, hidden only by the raging blood vessels already aroused.
“It was at a house party,” Jen spat, struggling for breath. “A fancy dress party.”
Jill gripped Jen suddenly at her waist, and fucked the entire eight inch length of the dildo into her.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Jen screamed, burying her mouth finally into the sofa.
Jill pushed herself further forward, ensuring she hit Jen's lips with the hilt of the shaft. “Who asked you?”
Jen moaned loudly, suppressed only by leather. “Oh God!”
Jill caressed Jen's ass, and gently withdrew.
I could hear the sleek sound of pussy juice on silicone, and allowed myself a lubricious smile.
Jill hammered angrily into her again. “It wasn't exactly... The most traditional or romantic of first encounters,” she said, glancing between the married couple. “Not by a long shot.” She started to pick up her rhythm, smiling as she slammed in and out.
“You humiliated him!” Jen yelled out hellaciously.
Jill pummelled harder into her.
“Jesus!” Jen shrieked.
Jill fucked her groin back and forth, masking her inexperience in a filthy, almost masculine masquerade. “This is for kissing my man behind my back,” she yelled, banging faster. “Are you my bitch, bitch?”
“Yes!” Jen squealed.
“Say it then! Let me hear you say it!”
I watched a wetness trickle down my Jill's legs.
“I'm your bitch, Jill! Fuck! Fuck! You fuck me so good!”
Jill slammed into her, and spun her sideways to face her husband. “Tell him what you are, bitch!”
Jen's body shook, surrendering to the might of my girlfriend's mauling. “I'm her bitch, honey!” She was wheezing. “Oh fuck, I'm her bitch!”
The leather sofa creased under Gary as he pushed himself up onto his feet. “I see that,” he said quietly, setting one foot in front of the other.
“You're my fucking bitch, bitch!”
“I'm her fucking bitch, honey!”
Gary continued to move forward.
“Oooooh,” Jen said, rounding her mouth. “Aaaaah.”
“You like that?” Jill demanded, as cruelty turned slowly to desire on her face.
Jen nodded, swiping sweat onto the sofa, and attempted to mumble an affirmative reply. She stretched her fingers on the leather, and ever so slightly pushed her body back on the dildo.
“Ugh,” Jill quipped, as if in response.
I narrowed my eyes, suspicion scarred by understanding.
Gary reached his hand out to my Jill's waist, wrapping lovingly around her slim shape, and encouraged her to turn her mouth to his. They openly embraced. Lips and tongues entwined. Hunger and thirst divined. His fingers stroked the small of her back. “I can taste my wife on you,” he said finally.
“Taste her again,” Jill begged, and shoved her mouth back to his.
Jen flung her hips upwards. “Oh fuck, babe, fuck me.”
Jill rotated the dildo, teasing her, and sucked on her husband's tongue.
Jen elicited a sound which suggested delirious intention, and pushed herself further back on the strap-on. “Fuck me, Jill... Please... Fuck my cunt.”
Gary parted his tongue from my girlfriend's. “Yes, Jill,” he said, shifting his feet to stand behind her and leaning her slightly forward. “You fuck my wife...” He pulled his erection in his palm, and placed it between Jill's cheeks. “And I'll fuck you.”
I swallowed a deep gulp of air, and my held my cock still in my hand. It was finally going to happen. I was about to witness another man fuck my Jill.
Jen's big breasts expanded as she powered herself up onto the dildo, squirming and squealing out for more.
Jill's body was rocked momentarily backwards, then steadied by Gary.
“Okay?” he asked quietly.
Jill bit her trembling lip, pressed a hand on Jen's tattoo and nodded, shyly at first, then with more determination – she flicked her eyes to me – and more defiance. Her foot fell from the sofa to the floor.
Gary swept her blonde hair to one shoulder, exposing her bare neck, and planted a soft kiss on her skin.
Jen gyrated brazenly over the fake length.
Gary inched forward on his feet, took hold of Jill's waist in both hands and carefully, considerately coaxed his shaft inside her.
“Oooooh,” Jill murmured, her legs tensing, steeling for a fucking.
I watched the gap between his groin and her ass vanish.
“Ah-fuck... Your cock feels beautiful, baby.” Jill leaned her head back on his shoulder, twisted her neck and sucked his lips against hers.
He pulled his length back from her, kissed her mouth, and propelled into her again. The resulting spasm sent a shock wave through Jill's torso, and she stumbled, sending the dildo driving into Jen.
Jen's fingers grabbed the sofa. “Shit, yes!”
Gary's hands traversed my girlfriend's body to her breasts. His cock powered in and out of her. His tongue snaked the circumference of her lips, then penetrated her mouth.
A squeal escaped from Jill as her crotch was bandied back and forth between husband and wife.
I stood watching, wanking and untimely alienated from their impromptu threesome. A raging passion burned from my synapses to my sex. Pounded and pulsated from my heart to my hard on. Watching my woman writhe between another man and another woman drove intense excitement through areas where only pleasure and pain normally dared reign. I was mesmerised, fastened by fascination on their flexing bodies, their slamming limbs and their interconnecting loins.
“Oh, Jill,” Jen cried out, careering her cunt over the silicone shaft to Jill's crotch, “think of all the men who've had you before... Every single fucking one of them... Did any of them ever have you... Like... This?”
Gary pinched Jill's nipples as he pummelled her.
“No,” Jill replied, breaking between smooches and gasps. “None of them.”
Jen turned her head sideways, towards Jill, but her eyes landed on mine. “Really?” she asked. “Not even... Your master?”
How the fuck did Jen know about him?
Jill reacted angrily, shrugging Gary's mouth from hers, and slapped her hands on Jen's buttocks. She hauled her hips backwards, and fucked eight inches of Satan's silicone into her.
“What,” I paused, anxiety threatening to anchor my voice in silence, “do you know-”
“Shut up!” Jill interrupted. “Both of you! Shut up!”
I tried to mouth to Jen. “Do you know him?”
“Shut up!” Jill cried out, and pushed Jen downwards, shirking Gary's shaft behind her.
Jen's eyes started to glaze. “Awwwwww... Fuck... Yeah... Jeez...”
Jill drove the strap-on recklessly within Jen's walls.
Gary struggled to maintain his spear inside her.
Jen embraced the renewed anger in Jill's fucking. “That's it, Jill! Fuck me, girl! Fuck my cunt! Make me your fucking bitch!”
Gary's cock plopped out of my Jill's hole.
A demonic blaze in my girlfriend's eyes suggested she neither noticed nor cared, as she seized her friend's dark hair, ruffled it between her fingers and shoved the silicone harder inside her, as if determined to wreak havoc.
“Tell me you love it, bitch!” she snapped.
“I love it, Jill! I love you fucking me!”
“You're gonna cum, aren't you?”
“Yes, babes, yes!”
Jill slapped Jen's ass, and scratched her fingernails down her skin. “You like it rough, bitch, don't you?”
“Yes!” Jen yelled out, as her torso twisted into the earliest throws of spasm.
“Tell the men! Tell them what you like!”
Jen's eyelids squeezed moisture to her cheekbones. “I love it fucking rough! I love getting my cunt pounded! Pounded until I fucking cum all over the place!”
Gary was staring at them, pulling himself silently.
“Oh God...” Jen's tone was shaky, uneven, bordering upon loss of control. “Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!”
Jill's eyes were locked hypnotically on Jen, as she grabbed at her waist and forced her, doggy-style, to a higher plane. “Cum, bitch! Cum now!”
Jen wailed, collapsing onto her breasts and belly. Her pussy lips squelched around the eight inch shaft.
Jill continued to power down into her. “Cum, cum, cum, cum!” She struck her palms upon both Jen's cheeks in unison. “CUM!”
Jen was quivering, her body capitulating to an unequivocal climax. “I...” She was wheezing, unable to catch breath. “... Have.”
Jill's persistence refused to cede.
“Sweetheart,” I said, reaching for my Jill's arm.
She elbowed me aside, and continued to fuck possessively into Jen.
“Fuck!” Jen screamed, pulling her hands at the back of the sofa and dragging herself from Jill.
Jill's heels clattered on the floor as she scrambled forward in pursuit. She was grunting. Groaning. Grinning.
“Jill!” I barked. “Enough!”
Jen's knees drove into the seat of the sofa. “Fuck!” she cried out, and finally escaped the bulbous head of the dildo, curling into a ball. “Oh my God!” Her body shook, the abundance of her ass and breasts visibly vibrating. “Jill!” she shouted, and looked up into my girlfriend's blue eyes.
“Yes?” Jill asked, drumming her fingers proudly on the dildo.
“That...” Jen's mascara was streaking down her cheeks. “Was...” She defiantly wiped away a tear. “Out of this fucking world, babe!”
The smile on Jill's face teetered precariously above a grimace. “Really-”
“Your turn!” Gary interrupted, and grabbed my Jill suddenly from behind in his arms, lifting her from her feet and stepping backwards to the other sofa.
His main focus is poetry, but he's also known for dabbling in short fiction, and at times erotica. Robert has also created the blog A Life Among The Pages, where he posts about his writing, love of books, and reviews books.
When he's not reading or writing, Robert enjoys spending time with his dog, Deuc. Deuc ran out of the woods in August 2011 and they have been inseparable ever since.
This post will be done a little differently, I don't want to give away all the fun in "Breakfast in Bed". So you will be getting a full delicious short from the same couple showcased in this short below...
He says this is a continuation/sequel/whatever. There’s really no linear timeline for any of their stories. Which makes it perfect and believe, they are great for rereading.
by Robert Zimmermann
The smell of bacon lingered in the air as Julie placed their dishes in the sink and walked back to the table. Picking up a dishtowel along the way, she stood behind Nick and tied it around his eyes. With this makeshift blindfold blocking his vision, Julie knew she that he was helpless to before her.
She knelt down parting his legs. She saw him harden underneath the fabric of his robe as her hands grazed his inner thighs. Leaning in, she untied his robe with her teeth and let it fall open, revealing his toned abs, a thin trail of hair leading to his fully erect cock.
Her hands kneaded circles into his muscular thighs. His cock bounced with the rhythm of his heartbeat as it pumped more blood through him. Julie leaned in close, stopping just short of receiving his head in her mouth. She then began to breathe ever so slightly from tip to base, circling his length with warm kisses just a hair’s breadth away from his sensitive skin.
Moans escaped from his lips as she cupped his balls, squeezing just a little. He reacted to each blow, each sensation hitting him, urging him to cum.
Seeing the pain of his restraint in his face, feeling his muscled body clinched tight in anticipation, she dove in for the kill.
Julie wrapped her lips around Nick, pushing her head down. His head rested in the back of her throat. Her lips gripped tight around his, almost balls deep. With one long suck, Nick exploded deep in her throat.
When he was drained entirely into Julie, she got up and removed the blindfold, toweling off the little that remained on his cock.
“How was your breakfast, honey?”
Nick tilted his head back, smiling, a look of bliss on his face, in response.
This piece was initally posted on Nikki Haze's blog: http://nikkihazefever.blogspot.com/2013/03/blowjob-challenge-accepted.html
Robert also has additional links for other works his friends have of his on his blog,
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In this story you are Jessie, a housewife who decides to give Ryan, your husband, a birthday he will never forget. You send him and his two friends, Kyle and Neil, down to Vegas to have a good time. Little does he know that you and your two best friends, stern Nicole and playful Erin, are also in town and the three of you have decided to be their entertainment for the night. At this point in the story, you, meek Jessie, has begun to dance and loose your inhibitions as you focus on Kyle...
Your hips move forward and your shoulders are pressed against Kyle. Your arm is around his neck for support as you spread your legs in Neil’s direction to show him exactly what he was missing. The music is hypnotic and you stay like that for a while, one hand around Kyle, the other gliding over your whole body, breasts, ass, crotch and legs.
The music changes tempo and you push yourself back up so you are standing vertical again. You are having so much fun dancing and you move your round ass back towards Kyle. Instead of the softness of fabric, you felt Kyle’s naked hardness against you. You are shocked and turn around in a flash. Erin is peeking over his left arm smiling as you see Kyle’s long but somewhat thin cock bounce in front of him.
Your eyes bulge out as you look at the delicious cock bouncing in front of you. You are still dancing, and your hand moves to your ass and you feel the sticky pre come Kyle left there. You look into his eyes, and without thinking about it you lick off your sticky fingers, sucking them into your mouth.
Kyle smiles at you as Erin’s hands slide under his arms and grab is chest, running her fingers through the dark hair. Erin spins him around, slips her hands over his head, and locks her wrists together. Then she starts dancing, moving with the music, rubbing her tits on his chest and her satin panties against his erect cock.
She leans into his chest and licks his nipple while her hand slides down to his cock. She starts out by rubbing her palm against his head. After a few minutes of this, her hand is glistening with his pre come. Your eyes are glued to them while she starts stroking him. Your eyes go from her hand on his cock, to the look of pleasure on his face and then to her giddy smile before going back down to her hand.
After a bit she lets go of his cock and starts dancing around Kyle. She moves over to you and offers up her slick hand and you obediently stick out your tongue as she slides her hand down. You can taste his pre come and her sweat and it makes you feel so slutty to be treated like that. She then leans forward and gives you your reward.
Erin opens her mouth and sides her tongue out. Slowly, in time to the gyrating beat, her tongue spirals along your areola, moving closer and closer to your nipple. It feels incredible, and you couldn’t wait to feel her lips surround your nipple. Yet, just as she reaches where you need her the most, she backs up, reversing her spiral and leaving your nipple glistening and your heart racing.
Then she moves down to her knees and looks up at you with her playful smile. Without the smile leaving her face, Erin moves the little strip of fabric away and starts licking you. She’s teasing you masterfully, not daring to touch your clit, but neither is she sliding into your soaked hole. Out of frustration, you drop one hand to her head and twist your fingers into her hair.
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I call myself a multi-genre author of fiction because I write everything. I call myself The Black because if the categories of stories that were born and live in my imagination were colors, then they’d be what colors become when they’re combined into one: Black. There’ll be many colors to read in the near and far future.
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“What does it feel like?” Robert asked. They were in his car, on their way to lunch.
Nina looked at him from the passenger seat, her eyes still wary. “Intense,” she said.
“But did it feel good?”
She looked away, through the side passenger window, but he caught her smile before she turned away. Don’t tell me she’s trying to get shy on me!
He repeated, “Was it good?”
“Nice enough to make you come if I left it on?”
Still looking away, Nina nodded. He could see her smile in the window reflection.
Robert looked back to the road. He had the remote control for the vibrator hidden beside his left thigh. He placed his finger on the power button, said, “Let’s check it out,” and turned it on.
Nina thrashed in her seat and cried, “Ah!” She gripped the door armrest with one hand and his right shoulder with the other, hard enough to hurt. He knew that she didn’t do it on purpose. It was just her body’s reaction to the intensity of the vibrations between her legs.
Robert shot glances at Nina as her head fell back and her eyes closed as the good feelings washed through her body. He noticed that she was getting used to it; her thrashing calmed to just her hips moving with gentle undulations. Damn, she looked good!
Now her breathing grew heavier, was coming in rapid gasps. He watched her closely. When it looked like she was right there, right at the brink, he turned the vibrator off.
Nina let out a frustrated groan and looked at him. She was still breathing hard. He could see her nipples poking at the material of her dress.
Before she could ask the question he said, “Do you want to come, baby?”
“I wanna go home and go to bed. Let’s go home, Robert.”
“I promised you lunch, baby.”
“I don’t want fucking lunch. Let’s go back home.”
“My-my, we sound a bit frustrated.”
“I want you to take this damn thing off and fuck me.”
Nina punched him in his sore arm and said, “This isn’t funny. The kids are gone. We shouldn’t even be out of the house.”
“Tell you what: put your seat back.”
“Do what I say, Nina. Put your seat back.”
Nina found the backrest lever and reclined her seat until she could just see through the passenger window.
“I’m gonna turn it back on for you.”
“Let’s go home, Robert.”
“We’re going to lunch. But first you need to come for me. I want to watch you come. Are you ready?”
He saw Nina brace herself.
“Wait,” he said. “Pull your dress up.”
Nina looked around, through the windshield and the front and side windows. “People might–”
“I said pull your dress up! Why are you so hard-headed, Nina? Do you think just because we’re not at home I won’t spank that ass? Because believe me, I will pull this fucking car over and make you get out and bend over the hood. I will wear your ass out if you try me.”
Nina felt her heart racing. Just the thought of him spanking her bottom out in public made her clit throb. Damn, what had gotten into him?
She looked around to make sure no big trucks or SUVs whose drivers could see into the car were in the next lane and then pulled her new dress up until it was bunched around her waist. God, she felt so wicked!
Robert said, “Open your legs wider.”
She opened her legs as wide as she could in the confines of the leg space.
Robert was driving slow enough to allow him to look over at her without having to worry about running into something and killing them. A silver sedan overtook them in the right lane. Nina stole a glance over, and saw a brother wearing a suit driving the vehicle. He was talking on his cell phone.
He looked over at her and their eyes met. As often happened when men saw her, the brother continued looking her way, even as he talked into his phone. Even though she knew it was impossible, Nina felt like the guy could see right through their car door, and could see her sitting here with her dress hiked up around her waist like some kind of slut. In spite of her embarrassment she felt a new quivering between her legs.
Robert said, “That dude is checking you out, huh?”
“I don’t know…” Nina turned her head guiltily from the window.
“Keep looking at him,” Robert ordered.
Nina rolled her head on the headrest, back toward her window. The guy was still looking at her. He apparently didn’t give a damn that Robert was –
The vibrations against her pussy caught her by surprise. Nina spasmed so hard that her knees banged the underside of the dashboard. She groaned as a bolt of pleasure shot from her pussy out to the tips of her fingers and toes.
“Keep looking at him!” Robert ordered.
Nina bit into bottom lip to keep herself from crying out. Through watery eyes she saw the man in the other car frowning at her. He lowered his phone from his ear.
“Is it good?” Robert asked.
“Say it, Nina. Look at that asshole and say it.”
Nina muttered, “It…it’s good…”
The man arched his brows at her as if to say, “What?”
God, this was so embarrassingly wicked! She felt a spasm in her sex as her passion rose to a new level. She could feel that deep-seated pulsing down there, the beginning of her orgasm.
The man in the other car was frowning and smiling at her now. Could he see the heat in her eyes? Did he somehow know that her body was on fire?
It was coming now, getting closer. Nina felt dread and excitement mingle at the idea that she was about to come in broad daylight with a strange man looking right at her. Would he know?
She heard Robert flick his turn signal. Then, just as her body was nearing the peak, about to reach the crest and sail over into bliss, the vibrations stopped. Their car moved away from the other guy’s car, over into the left turn lane.
“Oh God…oh…” Nina didn’t have the words to voice her frustration. She turned her head now and looked over at Robert. He was smiling at her. She couldn’t complain about him teasing her. How could she fuss at her husband about not letting her come while another man was watching?
As Robert pulled into the parking lot at T.G.I. Friday’s restaurant he said, “You’re a nasty little thing, aren’t you?”
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By N.J. Winnington
Kate turned to see the middle aged surfer, with his wetsuit disturbingly unzipped and the top half pulled down and hanging from his waist, a white hairy chest complete with man boobs and his belly spilling out as though the rubbery outfit had split and given up the battle.
“…yes,” she agreed politely.
“I was out there surfing!” he declared.
“That would explain the wet suit,” she observed, smiling.
“…Oh …yes!” he laughed, “I noticed you on the beach…”
Kate steadied herself for what was to follow…
“…Your husband didn’t come with you today?” he enquired.
“I’m divorced,” Kate replied.
“Oh… well maybe I’ll see you around?”
“Possibly…” Kate smiled politely. Opening her car door and stepping in, “Got to dash. My boyfriend’s waiting!”
She almost felt sorry for him as his face dropped, but as she sped off the sense of relief turned into a fit of the giggles.
That evening she decided to walk into the village and visit the pub, and approaching the stone building which vied with the church as the focal point of this small village. Rounding the last corner brought the slight hum from the revellers within into earshot, but just as Kate was closing in on the door a roar rose up from inside the building, which made her heart sink “They must be watching football!” she thought to herself.
The door opened to reveal a busy pub within, wooden beams on the ceiling decorated by polished brass ornaments and every age group was present.
Kate eased her way to the bar, where she recognised one face, “Hi Daniel,” she smiled.
“Hi,” he smiled warmly, “What are you drinking?”
“Oh, that’s very kind of you,” she smiled, as the older man next to Daniel stepped aside to let her get closer to the bar, “a cider?”
“…Scrumpy?” the landlord asked
“Oh yes, please!” Kate replied enthusiastically, “It’s busy in here tonight!” she declared as another roar rose up behind a wall at the far end of the room.
“…Skittles!” Daniel explained.
“There’s a team down from Devon, and they’re taking on our boys in a league match,” the landlord continued.
“I’ll show you, if you’d like!” Daniel offered.
“Yes please! I’ve never seen a game of real skittles.”
With a fresh glass of cider each they rounded the wall to find the skittle alley and the scores very close as team members took turns to bowl the wooden ball down the alley at the skittles stacked at the other end.
Daniel explained the rules, which aside from the smaller ball and less sophisticated appearance seemed similar to ten pin bowling. The excitement built as the scores stayed close until the visitors finally pipped the home team.
“Would you like to have a go?” Peter, the home team captain asked, after being introduced to Kate by Daniel.
“I’d love to!” she beamed.
Daniel and Peter, helped and encouraged by members of both teams, then introduced Kate to the game of skittles with Peter then suggesting a game, with the two team captains playing Daniel and the newcomer.
Again it was close, which Kate modestly assumed was a symptom of the amount of cider everyone, including herself, was consuming, and hugs to celebrate or commiserate between Daniel and herself broke down any barriers and by the end of the game they were giggling like children rather than two people a decade apart and the hugs continued as they relived moments in the game long into the evening.
The cider gradually loosened her up, and controlled withdrawn Kate became a giggling teenager again and was a little surprised by the warm glow inside when Daniel offered to walk her back to the cottage.
They were giggling as they rounded the last corner to walk the last stretch of road to the old cottage, “Shhhh!” Kate hissed loudly in a fit of giggles, “…we’ll wake the neighbours,” throwing her arms around his shoulders and putting a finger on his lips before realising what she was doing and pulling back as though to apologise.
“Why don’t we give them something worth twitching their curtains for!” he laughed with his hand now resting on her arse.
“Naughty!” she giggled waving a finger at him, “I’m old enough to be… your big sister!”
“Young enough to be attractive,” he replied as they faced each other hovering as though a kiss was imminent.
Daniel seized the moment and their lips met. For a moment the kiss seemed heavenly, but she suddenly sobered up for a moment and pulled back, smiling as she responded.
“You, are a naughty boy… a very nice… tempting, but naughty boy!” she giggled.
“Age is just a number,” he smiled, leaning forward to kiss her again.
The kiss made her head spin, and as they broke off she put her finger back on his lips, “…a very naughty boy!”
They walked the last few steps side by side, with Daniel’s hand resting comfortably on Kate’s waist and her head on his shoulder. They made the last few steps take an eternity before she stood with her back to the front door facing Daniel who was pressed up against her, hovering for another kiss. She could feel the bulge in his crotch through her skirt.
“Thank you,” she began, as he gave her the first kiss on her lips, “It’s been a wonderful evening,” a longer kiss, and for the first time their tongues brushed against each other briefly, “…Oh my!”
It was clear by now that Daniel wanted to follow her inside. The battle raging within was that she wanted him to!
He took the key from her hand and put it into the lock alongside her in the door, and turned the handle, the door swung open with Kate following it backwards, overwhelmed by events unfolding.
She stepped aside as Daniel closed the door and then they rushed together, passion unleashed she clasped her hands on his cheeks and kissed him hard, his hands rising from her waist to her breasts, squeezing gently as they edged toward the sofa.
Daniel slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and kissed her neck as he pulled the dress down. Her breasts were sensitised by her hardening nipples. He squeezed them again and licked the pert nipples as she fell backwards onto the sofa with Daniel on top.
She struggled to pull the t-shirt clinging tightly to his muscled torso over his head as their passion reached fever point and she hitched her knees up and wide to grip his ribs and the bulge in his crotch pressed against her now damp white cotton knickers. Licking and sucking her other nipple before kissing his way up toward her neck and lips once more he was feeding her with sensations which built one on top of the other to send the tingle into her pussy from a trickle of juices to a veritable flood.
His left hand frantically reaching under her skirt along the outside of her thigh, finally reaching her knickers, and with little subtlety or delicacy yanked her cotton pants down in frantic jerky movements. Kate in turn, reached down and unfastened his belt and the buttons on his jeans as though they were on fire and burning him.
Both of them were breathing heavy as finally she pulled his boxer shorts past his rock hard shaft, and guided him toward her eager pussy, now tingling like crazy as the orifice lubricated. Feeling the head of his cock touching the entrance of her wet pussy she pulled his jeans and boxers down over his arse and gripping a cheek in each hand pulled him in and gasping as he poked it deeper than expected with the same lack of subtlety she remembered from her teenaged experiences, and with a couple more thrusts to get all his cock into her Daniel quickly built up to an enthusiastic and fast rhythm, Kate panting as each thrust poked home.
She moved her hands from his ass cheeks and scratched all the way up to his shoulders digging her nails in. Her knees gripping his ribs tightly and her panting now included soft whimpers as his cock slap, slap, slapped into her wet vagina, with a loud FLOSH FLOSH FLOSH as his shaft splashed into her.
The whimpers had given way to full blown moans now as he fucked her hard and fast, she felt a wave of sensations radiating out from her pussy, arching her back, which brought a hard thrust to push her back down in reply. As her back once again met the sofa his rhythm increased to a blistering pace and both approached an enthusiastic orgasm.
“Yes…YES… YESS …YEEESSSS!” she screamed as she got sooo close to coming before feeling his cock stiffen and hot jets of his cum jetting into her… “Oh yes…Come into me… Give me you cum!” she said, grabbing his arse and pulling him hard inside her and biting his shoulder as the last drops dribbled out of his cock. Her knees gripped his ribs even more tightly and she kept encouraging him…”Oh yes Daniel… Cum in me… Feed me your cum… Oh GOD, YES!”
Daniel collapsed onto her and rested his head ext to hers.
“Thank you!” she purred, “That was wonderful!”