Cupids Corner (stories of love, lust, intimacy, incest and much more)

[snowleopard3200]

Welcome to the thread of "Cupid's Corner." Each story is one of 'first time' events, involving matters of intimacy, sex, and so forth that have been gathered by me to present to all of the forum's readers.

I have kept the editing to the minimum that is needed, so the original flavor and savor of the story is kept as intact as possible by those who sent it to me.

As to the veracity of each; I leave it to you to judge, just keep in mind, in the world of intimacy and sex, nearly anything is possible.

If anyone is interested in having a "first..." story considered for posting on the thread; PM me here at the site, please be polite with them, and I reserve the final right to post or decline as I see fit.

So come and enjoy Cupid's Corner, and let the saga commence:

[snowleopard3200]

Readers: I felt this story would be good for the first one out the gate. Hope you enjoy it...





My friend Missy and I were at her apartment, determined to finish up our studies before we went to conduct our usual round of Friday night parties and bar hopping. Missy was emphatic on that matter; her studies were to be finished before she engaged in any fun; but as it turned out this night the fun happened to occur at home…

The storm arrived ahead of schedule, one of those typical surprise monsoon gully washers Arizona is famed for; coming down in sheets, wind howling, streets flooding and making it unsafe to travel. The sight of lightning as it arced across the sky, pealing crashes of sound following one on top of another from the thunder, shook me up time and again. I never imagined such a storm could exist away from the beaches of Florida!

Missy got to chit chatting about stuff to keep my mind focused on the studies and not the storm; without too much success, until she hit upon the subject of sex. I got to admit, my consternation must have shown all too clearly when she asked me what it felt like for me “when the fellow finally manages to get it up inside of your sweet little womanhood?”

That’s when I had to admit I never had been with a man before, actually with no one before.

Now that shocked her, those beautiful sea blue eyes flash with surprise, eyebrows rising fully into the air and her lips pursing in a gasp at my confession. Her attitude and the discussion changed instantly; she became as a mentor or old wise woman of the village who passed on information for the young women in regards to sex. I was hesitant at first to discuss things with her, coming from a family where such things were all but forbidden in any conversation.

She explained to me her own experiences, from the first curious touch of her brother’s manhood, the first time she touched her own body to pleasure herself, then the first time when her parents were gone for a weekend she slipped into bed with her brother and let him deflower her.

“It hurt alright, no way around it for most women; mind you, he was fairly experienced and took it as easy as he could, but when my hymen went – all I could do was cry for a short time. It became enjoyable soon afterward, and we did it more times that weekend than I normally do with anyone,” her gaze drifted off for a bit, memories of pleasant times recalled with some fondness.

Missy explained to me in rather vivid detail the many partners she has been with, often not bothering to use, or insisting on, any protection with her and her partners. She always likes to gamble and letting them hit their climax inside of her is ‘one of the greatest of risks I love to take.’

Personally it sounded completely nuts to me; yet I was getting more and more aroused with each telling of her stories. I could not tell if any of them were embellished, fabrications, or just the result of her wild, uninhibited love of making love with as many people as she desired. What she told me of doing it with the women all but set the apartment on fire!

It never occurred to me just how many things girls could do with another girl!

I felt my body responding to her descriptive stories; of how the caress of a ladies tongue on her womanhood sending her soaring into the heavens, a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations churning, mixing, flowing and surging with tidal intensity through each nerve and fiber of her being, crashing into her brain like a fiery windstorm that consumed everything else.

I realized my eyes kept drifting down to Missy’s shirt, those large breasts showing clearly beneath the t-shirt she has on. Her nipples stood at attention, enticing me, as if a sirens call to come and enjoy pleasures I have never known is being broadcast for me alone to hear…

I tried to keep from gazing on them, to focus only on what Missy continued to say; until she asked me a question at least twice before putting one finger softly under my chin and turning my head to face her…

“You have it bad alright, I was wondering how long it would take for you to get turned on; so as I asked before, do you want me to eat you out?” she asked with a wide grin on her face.

I just gulped in shock over such a bold offer, and started to nod yes before I fully comprehended what was going on…at least until she smiled and lifted her shirt over her body, casually dropping it to one side. Those huge breasts, loving perfection of golden tanned skin with swollen nipples waiting to be pleasured by my lips, moved and bounced with each fluid, graceful motion Missy partook of.

She moved onto her knees in front of me, and raised my skirt upward enough to grasp my panties; sliding the silken garments down my legs with practiced ease. She grinned as her hands separated my legs, and then pulled me forward to the edge of my chair, allowing her to gaze in full upon the virgin womanhood there before her.

“Uh you’re really going to…” I kind of half croaked and half squeaked out to her; the question refusing to form completely at the suddenness of all this about to happen.

One fingertip of hers began to explore, resting at first upon the very base of my ribs, to flow upward in a narrow, focused, undulating trail that sent a cornucopia of feelings surging into all portions of my mind.

Sharp and sweet, tart and tangy, dull and dense; words without form for feelings that cannot be described but only imagined in a harmony like a series of streams forging into a mighty river as all join together. My eyes closed, one sharp intake of breath bringing a heavenly profusion of scents – the lingering steam and droplets of water; the slightest trace of old cologne and musk, of earthly rich men smells, and forest heathers of women who have been here before.

The fingertip became a flattened palm, slipping up under my shirt and easing along the edge of my breast, slowly tracing the edge while swirling in small, gentle circles. One circuit became two, then four, and moved to the other breast to do the same. Twice more this looping symbol of infinity proceeded; while my hand caressed and massaged more and more area of my breasts.

I heard and felt my breath quickening, my head making a small circle as electrical charges of pure bliss tingled their way up my body; each one in turn unleashed a pleasant surge of energy, invigorating and easing, the raw potential of life made reality.

Stroke by gentle stroke the infinite pattern flowed, kneading and shaping my breasts until they crossed the erect nipples; that first gracing contact sent a coursing pulse of passion along all the paths of my body, surging and rebounding until it returned a hundred fold in intensity that almost became overwhelming.

My back arched as shoulders thrust back with my head; my free hand quickly clenched the vanities marble edge as both of my legs all but gave out beneath me. Muscles twitched and squirmed, nerves firing in delight and demanding they be touched to give me even more pleasure than I had experienced with just that one massive surge of wonderment.

Unto its journey my hand continued, seeking out with almost desperate haste the other nipple; its trail a clear path illuminated by fires of bliss as it moved along my skin. Pulse after beating pulse surged in this journey to flow outward as the ripples on a pond, yet with the force of a cascade among a mighty river.

Then her other hand went into motion across my womanhood, the aroused fires within each inch of muscle and flesh damp from my own wetness built in a primordial surge of furious, ecstatic bliss and wildness. I felt my legs twitching, pelvic muscles grasping and clenching those fingers gently working the outermost edges of the hidden folds down there.

Time and again Missy would bring me to the edge of my release only to ease it back; then with such ease and skill the fires redoubled, and redoubled again, better and better did the flowing, ever changing river of colors and heavenly images roar over the great waterfalls into the wider world beyond I was experiencing for the very first time…

Her first touch of me with that soft, moist, flickering tongue brought a howl of delight from my mouth; wild and raw as a wolf baying for the love of life and friendship with her pack. Stroke by perfected stroke she brought me closer and closer to the inevitable…

And then it hit the one portion of me shared by all women; the most intimate and pleasurable of spots that sent me into a long, roaring, jarring climax that lasted over five minutes; my skin shining brilliant in a shimmering cloud of soft steam rising from my body.

“Blast it all,” I said to no one in particular as I gripped the table to keep from falling over.

The smile on my face probably will not fade for many a week or many a month.

“THAT was INCREDIBLE,” I all but shouted.

I felt more alive than ever before.

I mean TRULY ALIVE for the first time in my life, I felt as if I could dance for hours on end and never tire, could run for miles and not need to rest, could have orgasm after shattering chain of orgasms without end, I could…

“I guess now it’s my turn to do you Missy?” I said, reality crashing into my perfect, bliss filled world. How could I match her with what she has just accomplished?

Her smile was one of mischievous delight, a secret about to be sprung upon me, and one for the better…

“Not right now, there will be a party tonight with some girlfriends of mine I want you to attend; you’ll have plenty of practice with them and me. I wanted to make sure you had enough incentive to come along and fully enjoy the experiences.”

I just looked at her as I sat back up, a moment of confusion crossing my mind until it all fit together…

“You set me up didn’t you? The sex talk and getting me to let you eat me out, all of this was planned?” I asked of her.

“Yes, I figured you might want to expand your horizons a bit in life; besides, you need to get out and have some fun in life, a few girls is a good beginning. It keeps the guys away until YOU choose to lose it with one.”

“Anyhow I’ve been wanting to taste your sweet, innocent womanhood for some months now, its been driving me crazy until tonight…so want to go to the party?” she asked me.

I laughed and nodded my head; the both of us getting ready for an evening of female fun and flesh…

But the party is another story to be told.


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[blueheatt]

Excellent new post. Looking forward to more.

[ELaken-Palmer]

Great concept and a fresh idea. Enjoyed this first portion. Maybe the girls should sample some penis as well. Maybe Missy's brother is available to tutor?

[snowleopard3200]

Originally Posted by blueheatt

Excellent new post. Looking forward to more.

Thanks, glad to hear you liked it. I will try to have a new story up about once a week; maybe more as newer stories are sent to me.

Originally Posted by ELaken-Palmer

Great concept and a fresh idea. Enjoyed this first portion. Maybe the girls should sample some penis as well. Maybe Missy's brother is available to tutor?

Thanks as well ELP, I've been thinking and working on this idea of Cupids Corner for some time; as for the girls, and any later exploits, that depends on them, and if they bother to tell me the tales of their experiences.

Also, just because someone will inevitably asked; yes I have actually asked them about such stories, they have just snickered and giggled...so if I can get them out of the pair, it should be worth the wait.

Most of the stories are fairly short, such as this one, and I have one for down the road all but guaranteed to melt the screen people watch down to molten metal and components.

[snowleopard3200]

Bounce.

[snowleopard3200]

Story two: the first brother and sister interaction; presented for your enjoyment...



My brother Raymond and me had been messing around for some time during our teen years, mind you it was nothing more than just simple curiosity at first; a embarrassed, giggle spurred flash of my bared breasts for him, the ‘accidental’ seeing of his manhood, one of our hands ‘accidently’ caressing the other on the arm, chest or leg. Just simple stuff between us, that still somehow drew us even closer to one another.

Most of our time was spent together of an evening and the nights, for our father had left us years ago claiming that mom and us were not worth his trouble. That fairly well left mom to work two jobs to keep us in the house and our needs met; both I and Raymond helped out with mowing lawns or babysitting for the neighbors as school permitted.

Raymond has the genuine gift of the family – brains, wisdom, a strong and muscular body and charisma that makes all people listen to him when he speaks, or look when he enters a room. In short he has it all going for him, yet is not a stuck up type, more down to earth and level headed.

As for me, lets just put it this way, my eyes are a hazel brown, braided hair that is the color of old straw and a body thin as a reed or a stick; any manner of grace, coordination are far gone, most men don’t even bother to give me a first glance, let alone bother with a second if they do.

Yet Raymond is always there for me and me for him.

During the nights when mom would be gone at work or out having her fun with friends, I stayed in the same bed with Raymond. Mom was not thrilled by this in the beginning, yet after he explained, showing his close at hand baseball bat, that if anyone got into the house, he could deal with them while I called for the authorities. I think she knew more was going on, yet she just scuffed his hair and called him ‘my gallant knight of the house’ and never said anything else.

I’m not really sure when the pillow talk began to turn serious for us, but I remember the first time I put my head on his chest as he stroked my hair, and his fingers stroking my cheek in such a manner that brought a full blush to them. I came to love hearing the beating of his heart, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest with each breath taken; my own fingers would stroke his chest and abdomen, feeling the firm muscles he has worked so long to obtain…of course the bold, loud laughs I could bring forth as well made it all the more loving.

The one night I joined him naked in bed – I had been wanting to try this for some time – his eyes all but fell out of their sockets; there was a small whistle, then he clasp both of his hands together and gave me a bow worthy of a princess at court. He gave me an unending stream of compliments and praise, comparing me to everything from a newborn sun in the cosmos to the finest of jewelry and gemstones.

I got to admit it made me feel embarrassed, giddy, loved and a little bit unsure, as I just stood there, adjusting my pose bit by bit so he could see every part of my body. I really got a kick out of it that he did not focus solely on my breasts or womanhood; his eyes drank in every portion of me in turn, not holding onto any one part save for my face.

What happened next should have been no surprise, as I seen that under his sweatpants his manhood rose to the occasion; he covered it with his hands and rolled his eyes to the ceiling at my nervous little tittering.

“Raymond, do you want to do it with me?” I asked him so suddenly that the words were passed my lips. This brought a shock to me and him, my hands flying to cover the uttermost shock of my expression. He gulped and looked away for a moment, embarrassed at such a daring and bold offer from me…

Somehow we both knew the line had been crossed, one we have been silently wanting and hoping would come about for some time. I looked at his smiling face as he looked back at me, then I extended one hand, waiting to see what he would do…

He took it up in his, and so as I moved onto our bed I knew we were about to become lovers.

Our first attempts at real intimacy would be best described as bad comedy that would have anyone laughing their faces off. I mean it, Randy tried to rush in getting his sweatpants off, only to roll off the bed, hitting the ground in an half sideways roll with a whoop of surprise. He recovered quick enough though, getting out of his remaining clothing, and allowing me to see his manhood at full attention…

He gave me a sheepish grin and exclaimed with a comical military salute, “Admiral, the cloaking device seems to have failed; shall we have Mr. Scott give us more power from the engines…”

Between us there really was not much of foreplay to begin with, just the two of us cuddling and kissing while I stroked his manhood with one hand, almost crushing it at one point with too solid of a grip; then figured he wanted me to pleasure him, I tried to take it into my mouth, and all but choked on the taste of it.

It was awful!

I felt like I was going to throw up on the spot!

The taste was like that of raw turpentine mixed with aviation gas!

GROSS!!!

Randy though gave his best for me as well; mind you, he does not like the taste of a woman’s most intimate of areas, yet he played his hands along my inner thighs and womanhood with such skill that I felt my body come alive in ways that I did not know of before. Mind you, I play with myself fairly often, yet this was different for me – someone else giving me pleasures that felt like the soft, warm breath of mist caressing my skin, mixing with the shifting, undulating, pulsating flames of an erupting volcano.

He told me at one point I shouted out for him to not stop for anything. I have to take his word, as at that point of time I only cared for those pleasurable sensations he was bringing out of me one after another.

Randy eased off a bit, allowing me to come back to reality for a time, giggling up a storm.

My laugh at the look upon his face soon merged with his own, and I pulled him down onto me with a great, crushing bear hug. His massive, naked body, supported upon me by his bent arms, felt wonderful.

It seemed as if we were meant for one another, and I pulled his head down to mine, pressing lips gently together and savoring that salty taste as we repeated it one after another.

I felt his manhood against my abdomen; and seen the way his cheeks blushed when he seen me look down between the two of us at it.

“It’s a little off target; it belongs inside of me…” I whispered to him.

He laughed at that, catching the nervous titter in my voice, knowing that shortly we will be fully committed and my cherry will be gone at long last.

I took hold of his manhood with my hand and eased the head down to line up with my womanhood; and told him to gently push his way into me. I know he tried to be gentle, yet there is only so much he could do with me at the time. In hindsight if I had been better prepared or something it would not have been so bad for me…

I all but screamed as the pain flooded into my brain, the pressure and tearing HURT!

I could imagine a knife to the gut hurting less than this; yet it did slowly fade as other pleasures commenced surging into my mind. I never had imagined it could feel so wonderful, like a kind of blissful, exciting, and heady experience that comes with the first taste of sweet wine; the fiery passions of my body flowing and intermingling with my brothers, as the both of us kept huffing and puffing as the demands of our lungs tried to desperately keep up with the bodies demands.

The fiery heat made my brain feel like it had dissipated in a flash of a solar flare; blinding and all encompassing that would consume everything all around me in the room. I have to admit, I chuckled for a moment at the thought of our mother entering the room, seeing everything reduced to char and ash, while me and brother, covered in soot, kept huffing and puffing away, totally oblivious to all around us…

I lost track of all going on around me, and only barely heard my brother say he was about to hit his climax; inside of me!!!

No warning, no chance to stop him; just his final grunt of absolute commitment, and it happened.

Not much of a first time I have to admit; yet it was the first five minutes of a wonderful time and years of intimacy between brother and me. We tried to keep it secret from mother, only to find out years later that she had figured it was going on, but chose to say nothing – keeping it in the family after all.


(fin)

[blueheatt]

Damn, your good snow. Thanks for sharing all this with us.

[snowleopard3200]

Originally Posted by blueheatt

Damn, your good snow. Thanks for sharing all this with us.

Welcome, I wish more people would comment; it helps to show where I am doing it right, and where more improvement and refining are needed. Keep coming back for more.

[blueheatt]

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[ELaken-Palmer]

Just read the second part and found it to be utterly thrilling and intensely intimate. The true discovery of sexual bliss between a caring young brother and his lovely sister.

[snowleopard3200]

Story Three: two ladies wind up having some fun and showing off for their boyfriends...all of it is caught on film, or is it?




My friend Shannon and I have been friends for some time and this night we were having a party with our boyfriends Gregory (Greg for short) and Holmes (his father was a fan of Sherlock Holmes novels). The party was a celebration for Home’s birthday, the giant step forward of a mighty 23 years old.

For a small party it did not take long for the music, dancing, and drinking to get us all more than a bit loosened up, at one point I felt like my head was spinning and everything became funnier than heck. I got to see Shannon do an undulating, gyrating, body hugging dance with Holmes that had her crawling all over him, causing a wild blush to glisten across his face, a severe grin and wild laughter on his part.

Greg was filming this entire show on camera, focusing to catch the sexiest moves Shannon could achieve without killing Holmes. The shock on both of their faces was absolute as she at one point took hold of her shirt and worked it up her body until she slid it off over her head, showing the wonderful tanned skin, her absolutely slim abdomen and those huge breasts barely contained within a silken, laced white bra.

I could see the manhood of Holmes straining to burst free of his britches, and the threat of him hitting his climax as Shannon ran her hands over the fabric, teasingly moving in hard, determined circles to tease and please him to the uttermost limits of his endurance. Every time he moved his hands to touch her, Shannon just playfully pushed them away, coyly smiling while teasingly wagging one finger in a ‘no-no-no’ gesture.

“Hey girls, why don’t we have some fun with this movie we’re making?” Greg suggested.

Both I and Shannon looked at him with some trepidation from the way he so casually put his question before us. All of the sudden, this party seemed to be taking a dramatic turn.

“What kind of fun Greg?” I asked.

“Seeing as it is Holmes birthday Minn, why don’t you and Shannon give him a real show, I’ll run the film, he gets to enjoy it and all that is needed is for you and her to have sex with one another. Don’t forget to do a lot of work on each others womanhood’s,” he said.

I just stammered with the bold suggestion he made, while Shannon whooped out loudly, clearly delighted at the prospect of having sex with me while on film. I just shook my head, considering I never have been with anyone and was not sure I could go through with it…yet I got swept up into the event so rapidly it’s as if the choice had been taken out of my hands completely.

“Yeah!” Shannon cried out, clapping her hands rapidly.

“I love women as much as men, this is going to me so good of a time for us Minn,” she said to me.

Shannon circled slowly about Holmes, smiling like a Cheshire cat who has cornered the mouse; hands held behind her back and turning side to side in a gentle, seductive manner…all I could do was hold completely still, unable to believe this was actually happening.

She all too quickly shed her clothing before all of us.

Then she sauntered on over to face me, her gate causing both bared breasts to boisterously bounce, in harmony with her strawberry lockets. Her eyes dance with the deepest, most passionate fires I could ever have imagined while the heat flush upon both cheeks all but glowed. The raw sensuality pulsating from her body demanded the consummated of flesh with flesh or her allowing madness to result.

Close up I caught the sight of a light glitter flowing on cheeks, spiraling gracefully along her chin and neck, between her breasts and ending on her abdomen into infinity along the tops of her inner thighs. Sparkling like diamonds and rubies, emeralds and sapphires, I wondered for a moment if this was another star pattern such as in the small park earlier this day.

Her coy smile indicated her desires as clearly as the soft licking of her tongue around those lips, shining mother of pearl lip gloss upon them. She stood there, hands behind her back, head tilted slightly to the side, while rising and lowering her body on tiptoes.

I caught the clear odor of her perfume, a mixture of mint, clover, spices from all over; bringing a smile to my lips as the pounding fires deep in my breast flared higher and higher with each passing moment. I waited as still as I could as she moved one hand upward, holding it just an inch away from my cheek…

Then when the first touch came, a soft caress as gentle as a ghost imagined in a dream, a pulsing surge of pure life bliss – vibrant and powerful shot across my body; from head to toe and back, a hundred then an thousand times in less time than it takes to blink an eye.

My eyes closed tight as time seemed to come to a stop; threatening to cause me to collapse from the waves of heat and desire now exploding in my mind, the wild and vibrant colors beyond description or comprehension.

Two of her fingertips flowed in a soft circle, enticing a string of heated quivers, shivers, squeals, giggles and tingles. My breath became short, sudden and intense, trying to match the growing demands placed upon it by the fires building higher and higher into the heavens; when her third finger joined in the routine, I felt as if the entire cosmos suddenly loomed open before me, such was the bliss I was experiencing.

The shudders became more and more intense, only to pale in comparison to the super nova detonating within my mind and body as her lips ever so softly pressed against mine. The taste of the gloss covering them, a mix of wild berries and passion fruits with a dozen other sensations of a storm that has passed, mixing with the free cries of a bird who has escaped captivity...oh how I hunger for them, I want to hold onto them forever.

One of my hands shoots up to embrace the small of her neck, pulling her in as close and fast as I can while locking my lips on hers, determined to never let go. I want more than this though, I want to be with her…to taste each portion of her body as we merge flesh upon flesh in a sixty nine; culminating in the consummation only a woman can have with another woman, Nirvana waiting for the both of us when we hit the earth shattering climaxes at the end…

Her hands hungrily sought out my breasts, kneading and massaging them with a gentleness that belied the true strength I felt in their electrifying touch. She touched me in flowing patterns and swirls, spirals and motions of a river moving across the land, side to side and up and down, so that the efforts of her five fingers magnified the actions of her palm on each breast!

My abdomen pushed forward as my one leg swept around her own, seeking to lock her in place while I rested my head on her shoulder as she commenced to kiss my neck with absolute fiery ferocity. Our hands explored the others bodies, touching each and every fold and curve, building fires to the state we felt the soft coos and gentle moans mixing with the building sweat and smells about us.

“Shannon, now, it has to be now before I explode…” I told her.

“Okay Minn,” she said as we moved to the love seat; I took the bottom and looked on her womanhood, sweet and juicy approaching as she assumed her position over me. Her giggle drew my gaze to her face, and the big grin upon it, showing between her hanging breasts. She licked her lips in a rapid series of swirls before lowering her head down between my legs, getting down to our business for the time…

Whatever fears I had from the transformation The Magician had done to me earlier now passed quickly; and Shannon was determined to waste as little time as possible. Quick, precise, heated and enticing flicks of her tongue on one sweet spot after another caused my pelvis to thrust upward from the instant desires and shattering blasts of electricity flowing up into my mind; exploding in a gossamer web of colors and sensations like fireworks roaring away.

No hesitation at all from Shannon, none.

Just the complete and frenzied dining on my womanhood, her tongue and lips flowing in patterns over it in the insane desire to get me to climax as quickly as possible; circles and squares, swirls and spirals, once in a up and back helix pattern, then shifting to the letters of the alphabet with X, A, K, W, Z and all the rest over and over again in a head spinning, heat building, body vibrating and back arching bliss that caused my eyes to glaze over roll upward into my skull.

Somehow I managed to get her position closer to me, where my fingers first touch on Shannon’s womanhood caused a massive gasp, head shooting up as her abdomen thrust downward, breasts bouncing and hips that gyrated as I eased into that extremely moist and warm depth, teasing to the point of ultimate pleasure all women have…

Shannon returned her attention back to my womanhood, while I shifted to using my tongue around my fingers; the vibrations of her body building with frightening intensity, almost matching my own as I could feel the flowing of passion and heat lead me to the edge and prepare to jump over.

Both of us hit our releases at the same instant; Shannon howling to the moon like a pack of wolves, while for me it felt like the silent release of a breeze across a pond, the universal flow of Chi energy filtering outward into life, bringing bliss, contentment and happiness to be shared by all those nearby.

“Are you ready for the next part?” Shannon asked as she picked up one of the toys we had to use; a small sized dildo – which caused the two of us to erupt into laughter when it started chiming a cute little song as she turned it on.

The crazy little thing turned out to have three settings for ‘speed, desire and pleasurably’ that can be selected by the user - Fast, very fast, and total insanity. I wound up being handed one by Shannon, who explained how to set the gadget for the insanity she so utterly loves.

Soon enough, both of us were flying among the heavens as the dildos did their magic on our womanhoods; causing a series of coos and moans from me, while Shannon kept crying and baying like a famished wolf who has found a grand banquet laid out before her!

One minute of delightful madness flowed into two, then two minutes into five and then ten; wave after crushing wave of pleasure boiled across my body as my conscious mind flowed outward to encompass the known reaches of the universe. Power and forces of primordial creation warred away with the logic of pure mental order and harmony; yet in the twain the two met, focusing the attention of all things upon me for an instant of time...

My body pulsed and danced, a series of moans flowing into screams of wild ecstatic triumph as my release came closer and closer; as Shannon pushed the setting on the toy she is using on me from fast to total insanity, and then one more past that.

I didn’t know there was a fourth speed on it as my eyes closed and hands desperately held onto the toy so deep in Shannon’s womanhood; her own cries carrying far and above my own.

The forces flowing in my body caused me to crunch my eyes shut, as tight as I could.

I felt the toy pulse at one point, then a second and a third, with a soft flash of light passing through my eyelids; and then they flashed faster than I could keep up with. Uttermost, enjoyable, universal insanity; that is rapturous bliss beyond anything I have ever experienced before.

The culmination came as abruptly as anything, a force slamming like a geyser long dormant surging to life with power that staggers the imagination; it all but consumed my mind, shattering the last natural restraint to hold this in check any longer. My abdomen flared with fires white hot as a primal sun just being birthed, my release hitting with a final roar from me…

Caught by all the cameras and heard out into the halls…

“I’m CUMMING!” I said as my release hit, draining the last energy from my body.

Shannon hit hers almost at the same moment, and then collapsed on top of me.

As she looked back over her shoulder, a great smile of satisfaction on her face, the love seat collapsed beneath us due to the frantic gyrations shaking it into rubbish.

“Oh nuts!” Greg called out.

It turned out he forgot to load the film in the camera; causing me and Shannon to laugh our heads off and suggest that the two of us should do a ‘take 2’ for him to film; and for him to get it right this time or we girls will film him and Holmes getting it on for OUR enjoyment.

Shannon joined me in laughing our heads off at the look on the two guys faces with that all too clear threat we had just made. Especially as we meant it…


(fin)

[snowleopard3200]

Originally Posted by blueheatt

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Not exactly sure what "." means.

Originally Posted by ELaken-Palmer

Just read the second part and found it to be utterly thrilling and intensely intimate. The true discovery of sexual bliss between a caring young brother and his lovely sister.

Thanks ELP. Looks like Cupids Corner is off to a fair start.

[snowleopard3200]

Story Four: Here is a hot little account of a latina's birthday...this story was so well written I decided to post it as is, and not edited in the least. Let me know what you think...


A popular stereotype of Latin-American woman is that they are fiery and passionate lovers. Like most stereotypes, this is exaggerated and overly generalized. However, I am happy to report that, even after two years of knowing each other, I can still bring out the passion in my Latina wife, even though we are both in our 40s.

Our passion is probably deeper than younger couples, because we are more mature, and because we have more than JUST sexual passion going for us. We also have romance, love, trust, and respect. We are building a wonderful life together, full of caring for and about each other, and sharing life's adventures together.

Although our romantic fire still burns brightly and hotly after two years, it is sometimes hard to find clever new ways to be romantic. So we recently got help in finding new romantic ideas, in the form of a book called 1001 Ways to Be Romantic. A key point that this book stresses repeatedly is that being romantic is an everyday life style, not just an occasional thing, and that it is all about showing how much you care about your life partner, not about what you expect in return. But this book also points out that, although this is not the purpose nor the goal, being romantic to your partner usually pays big dividends in return.

One of the ideas in this book was to turn your partner's birth-DAY into a birth-WEEK, and give romantic little gifts all week. With my wife's birthday a week away, she got her first gift last night.

As members of the local aquarium, we both enjoy sea animals, and find it so peaceful and relaxing to just sit and watch them swim and play. Being a romantic, I am always on the look out for little gifts for her that relate to our many and varied interests. So when I found a pair of gold earrings in the shape of dolphins, I just knew she would enjoy and appreciate them, and would want to wear them on our next visit to the aquarium.

I gave her these earrings last night, the first in a week-long series of birthday gifts. I received some very passionate kisses in return for my thoughtfulness.

Another idea in the book is to read magazines that your partner reads. How can you be romantic if you do not understand how your partner thinks and feels? The book's suggestion for men was to buy and read the latest issue of Cosmopolitan, to see what women want in terms of romance and, yes, sex.

This month's Cosmo contained an article on how a woman can have multiple orgasms every time she has sex, and I decided to try out a few of these techniques on my wife last night.

When I cleaned up and changed for bed last night, I made sure to shave very closely, so there would be no stubble to scratch her when I kissed her all over. I also put on the moisturizer she bought me, so my face would be as soft and smooth as possible.

When we were both in bed, we started out slowly, as we usually do, kissing each other on the lips and neck, and then progressing to French kisses. She stroked my cheeks and my chin, commenting on how much she appreciated my making my face so soft and smooth for her.

I pulled up her nightgown and began rubbing, massaging, and kissing her wonderful 36-C breasts. She lifted my shirt to rub my chest, and roll my nipples between her fingers. I sat up to remove my shirt, and she also sat up to remove her nightgown.

While she was still sitting up, I wrapped both arms around her from behind, cupping her breasts in both hands, and kissing the back of her neck and her shoulder blades. Kissing her shoulders always seems to make her melt. I moved one hand to her back to massage her work-day stress from her for a while, while still cupping one breast with the other hand.

Then she lay down on her back, and I began kissing and licking her breasts, sucking and nibbling on her nipples. I alternated from one breast to the other, and also kissed and licked her cleavage every time my head moved from one breast to the other.

I remembered something I hadn't tried in a while: kissing UNDER her breasts. J

ust as I remembered from the last time I did that, my kisses there got her moaning, squirming, and breathing heavily. My wife's breasts are sensitive all over, not just on the nipples, and she seems to appreciate the attention to erogenous areas that are not so obvious and might often be ignored.

She raised her legs, so her feet were flat on the bed and her knees were in the air, and spread her legs apart. Now I rubbed my long, thin middle finger along her clit, and let it slide in and out of her pussy. After a few minutes, I felt the first few drops of her dew forming along her inner walls.

I moved my knee so it rested on her leg, but without letting my hardening cock touch her yet. The unexpected knee on hers seemed to increase her passion, and she began kissing my neck and chest, then darting her tongue in and out of my mouth as my middle finger continued to slide in and out of her.

As her dampness built up, I began massaging her clit with my thumb, gradually increasing the pressure on her love button. I could feel her clit getting harder and arising out of its hiding place.

Now she reached down and removed my silk boxers, one of many pairs she has bought me (I agree with her, silk boxers are much sexier and more comfortable than the white cotton briefs I used to wear).

She began fondling my balls, and then slowly stroking her hand up and down my cock. While she did this, I continued to play inside her pussy and to massage her clit, making her inner walls ever damper. Her squirming became more rapid, and her moans grew louder.

Although I already knew the answer, as a courtesy I asked her if she was ready for me. She moaned something nearly incomprehensible about wanting me deep inside her, so I slid between her legs and let my solid 7 inches ease into her. As usual, she wrapped both legs around me, resting her feet on my ass cheeks. I just go crazy with desire for her when I feel her feet on my ass, pushing me up and pulling me down as I glide in and out of her.

I then remembered one of the positions in that Cosmo article. Much as I hated to remove her foot from my butt, I reached my right hand under her left knee, and pulled her left leg almost straight up in the air. Cosmo was right: in this position, I really could penetrate her much more deeply than in the standard missionary position.

As I held her leg up, I also remembered to use my hands and arms, like doing push-ups, so my cock would massage her clit on each up and down stroke. Her moan changed to a long, drawn-out o-o-o-o as I pumped deeply in and out of her. I felt her juice well up around her clit, and soak the outside of my cock. Her orgasm was all the excitement I could take.I gave one last, deep push into her, and exploded my come all over her inner walls.

After our orgasms, I usually leave myself buried deep inside her. After a few minutes, I generally begin excitedly pulsing inside her, which she really seems to enjoy, judgingby the "mmmmm" and "ahhhh" that this always evokes from her. But this time, I repositioned myself so that the pulsing would also press against her clit. This got her moaning my name, and clenching then releasing her tight pussy muscles around my cock.

Her pussy muscles squeezing me like that made me very hard in a very short time, and I decided to
see if I could really do as Cosmo said, and give her multiple orgasms. I then tried to control my pulsing and throbbing, so that my cock expanded precisely when her pussy muscles contracted; this would make the pressure against each other as tight as possible.

While I can't really control my involuntary, post-orgasmic throbbing, I did manage to synchronize my expansions with her contractions a couple of times, and that was enough to bring her to a second orgasm. Her breathing was very fast and heavy, her moaning into my ear was loud, and I felt my cock getting drenched in her love juice again.

I now rolled her on her right side, and lay perpendicular to her (I was sideways across the bed). In this position, I began sliding my cock in and out of her. This, too, let me go deeper inside of her than in the missionary position, although perhaps not as deeply as when I had raised her legs earlier. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around me, and nuzzled her lips against my chest. I was surprised at how hard her passion was making me, after I already had one orgasm.

After about ten minutes of pounding in and out of her like this, I came again, almost as explosively as
the first time. To my amazement and delight, my second orgasm triggered her third. We lay in each other's arms for several minutes, with me still buried in her, as we both calmed down and regained our normal breathing patterns.

Finally, she said she was worn-put after three orgasms, and wanted to go to sleep. I slowly eased myself out of her. She rolled over on her left side. I lay behind her, also on my left side, with my right arm draped over her sexy, curvaceous hip, and my right hand cupping her right breast. My semi-hard cock rested against the crack of her soft, smooth ass. We fell asleep in this position.

Tonight, I plan to give her the second birthday gift, a summer sun hat that she especially wanted for her birthday. Again, I am giving this gift to her to show her how much I love and care about her. While I expect nothing in return, I certainly will not object if her response is as passionate as it was last night.


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[ELaken-Palmer]

Wow! Well done, Snow. My wife would have to buy me a defibrillator after all that. Whew!

[ejls]

Great idea, snow. The perfect format for short, short stories. Nicely done.

[Darsel]

nice

[Versed]

I definitely like the idea of the forum, and the stories themselves are great.
:0
Keep on going!

[blueheatt]

lol... "." is just a way of saying "Bump', puts your story at the top of the list.

[snowleopard3200]

Originally Posted by ELaken-Palmer

Wow! Well done, Snow. My wife would have to buy me a defibrillator after all that. Whew!

Thanks ELP, that means the story was worth posting. This one was one of a few I have now that fall into the category of "terminal meltdown." I have three other latina stories, and one on the way that if what I have been shown in preview comes out in full, will make even those ones pale in comparison.

Thankfully you are still alive, no sense your wife becoming a widow too early in her days.

Originally Posted by ejls

Great idea, snow. The perfect format for short, short stories. Nicely done.

Thanks Ejls.

Originally Posted by Darsel

nice

Thanks.

Originally Posted by Versed

I definitely like the idea of the forum, and the stories themselves are great.
:0
Keep on going!

I will keep it going for as long as people are interested in reading them. If you hear of someone with a short "first..." story of sex and romance, that might want it published,have them PM me here on the site.

Originally Posted by blueheatt

lol... "." is just a way of saying "Bump', puts your story at the top of the list.

That makes sense, thanks for the fill in on its meaning; guess the old light bulb in the brain is running a bit dim.

[snowleopard3200]

Story five: a cute little one of love and intimacy being tested and explored. Enjoy...



I had been going to this sleep away camp since the summer before seventh grade, and it was now the summer before my senior year in high-school. I knew this guy named James, he had been in 4 of my classes, and was really close with my best friend and my ex. Starting last summer he had also enrolled in this camp, and I had enrolled in having a crush on him.

It was August, even though it was 95 degrees during the day, you were lucky if it made it to 40 during the night. On the nights it did reach that low, it would chill you to the very bones.

It was during our camps “one-with-nature” theme week, in which we were not allowed to sleep in the cabins or tents, that my crush on James became something more. Each of us got to choose any place on the camping grounds, so long as it was not too far into the woods, where we could sleep.

However there were a limited amount of blankets so we all had to chose a friend (same gender) to share with a sleeping spot and blanket/mat with, and I chose my good friend Sam, the one who was close with James. And because we were close, James and his friend Peter decided to sleep by the campfire right next to us.

The first night we had all talked, but just about going back to high school and stuff like that, and we all fell asleep fairly early, and slept well.

I have to mention, the ground was rock hard, as it turned out the area we had selected was a large hunk of granite outcropping that offered some shelter from any wind, yet I would have moved to anywhere else if I had anticipated the aching of my muscles and body come the dawn.

On the second night Sam was using all the covers, and I was left on the grass shivering. I don't know why, but James was up and he noticed.

He said "Sam took all your covers huh?" I nodded.

He chuckled and replied "Yah, some people do that. Get in?"

I was confused, what did he mean "Get in"?

"Come on," he said "Get in my covers! Peter always cheats and gets up to sleep in a cabin halfway through the night, and we can't have you freezing to death, get under my covers!"

I smiled and crawled next to him, slightly intimidated by his impressive six packed stomach. The first night we didn't say much, and in the morning I found my self back next to Sam, so I was convinced it had just been a dream. But the next night it happened again, and we talked a lot more. It repeated itself again and again until we bonded, and it had become clear that we were an item.

On our last night sleeping together it was unusually cold and we were cuddling really tight, and talking about whether or not Sam and Peter should get together too.

And we started laughing, and he looked me right in the eyes, and I felt this warm shiver of happiness, contentment, satisfaction, and safety run through every fiber in my body, and somehow I knew exactly what would happen and I had no intentions of stopping it!

From the pressure poking me below (his manhood rising to full attention) it didn't seem like James wanted to stop it either.

Just like that he brought his lips closer and closer until we began to make out with a passion so strong, I couldn't have stopped it if I wanted to.

His lips were so strong and sweet, little did I know his manhood would be five times greater in the experience! Sometimes the surprises we find in life are worth it; and this one especially!

His hands began to work their way up my shirt, pausing just above my belly button to make sure it was okay. But it was more then okay, it was what I had wanted since last year. I grinned and nodded silently for him to continue; even rolling my eyes to the heavens when he hesitated and I gestured with a hand for him to get on with it already.

He took too long for me, so I began to pull off his pants; he already had his shirt off by this point. Once my shirt was off he began rubbing my breasts, and I sighed quietly, no one had ever done that before and it felt amazing, I mean, amazing, like nothing else I have experienced in my life!

Then when his lips and tongue encompassed my one nipple; waves of pure bliss and fiery excitement flowed up and around my brain, threatening to collapse my universe in and upon itself from the rushing tide of uttermost Nirvana I am on the way to achieving.

I wasn’t sure how long I could control myself, or if I even wanted to do so; especially as James eased one of his hands into my shorts, and commenced to explore the hidden riches beneath my panties.

His fingers danced as one of long, loving, tender experience across my womanhood, finding each and every location that could induce fiery bliss into my system, like torrents of molten lava meeting the sea in exploding maelstrom of heat, steam, smoke and fire that refuses to end.

At this point I wanted something more…to have him share in the pleasures he is inducing in me…

I put an end, for the moment, of his playing hand and then touched his lips with my fingers as he looked at me with some surprise. I told him what I wanted to do, and quick enough, we shed the last bits of clothing we had on, and then James laid back on the blanket, while I shifted to straddle him with my womanhood over his mouth.

I had to admit, this is a double first for me, a sixty nine, plus giving pleasure to a man orally!

I had seen how it is done in the porno movies many a time; so I did the best I could to do the same, and took as much of his engorged manhood into my mouth.

It nearly made me choke, not to mention the taste, like the combination of gunpowder, old socks and limburger cheese aged to absolute smelly perfection for a year in the summer sun.

His efforts on my womanhood shortly had me going nuts, gasps and moans passing my filled mouth; my hips and lower body swaying in rhythm to the song he was playing on me down there! I never had imagined it would be this good! Nothing like it at all!

Even though with his manhood tasting so bad, I wanted him to feel the same pleasures as I am! It just seemed fair to do the same…until the inevitable happened…something I should have kept in mind…

He gave off a hand count of grunts and sharp, poignant moans before his release struck, sending his life seed into my mouth just as I was inhaling; and sending me into a fit of gasps, choking and frantic coughs as the foul tasting stuff went down my throat and into my stomach.

I rolled off of him, and kept on hacking in a desperate effort to get the taste out of my mouth; and then James was at my side, asking over and over again if I was alright, and he apologized without end for not giving me more warning.

Even as much as I wanted to be mad with him, I just could not be.

The rest of that night, once we got dressed, passed with us talking without end; the bond that emerged between us was the beginning of something wonderful…though it took its own sweet time to pass from a crush and infatuation to the next part, what we call true love.

The following years had us part physically as we attended different colleges, yet we kept in touch with Facebook, e-mail, and the like, even arranging our vacations to travel and visit family together.

We occasionally fooled around in the way of oral and hand actions; yet it was not until we were wed that our union truly was consummated; and for me it was worth the wait. Within the month, we had our first child on the way, one more member of our house that will allow our love to grow and better the world.


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[ELaken-Palmer]

A great addition to this anthology, written with skill and attention to detail. I am impressed with your writing acumen.

[snowleopard3200]

Originally Posted by ELaken-Palmer

A great addition to this anthology, written with skill and attention to detail. I am impressed with your writing acumen.

Thanks. Next one should be up by Monday.

[snowleopard3200]

Story Six: One hot latina who has not had any for three weeks...I have left it in the original writing, as to do otherwise would make it unworthy of this site.

Enjoy the heat...



My husband had the flu, and was coughing and sneezing for 2 weeks. He respects me enough not to have gotten romantic with me and risk infecting me. Besides, the illness left him too weak for the kind of physical activity we enjoy. Despite his best intentions, however, just as he was regaining his strength, I caught the flu, and was miserable with it for a week.

After 3 weeks without sex, last night felt like our first time. My husband's seduction of me began when he picked me up from work at 4:30 yesterday afternoon. He placed my daily organizer and lunch pack in the trunk, and opened the car door for me (he is SUCH a gentleman!).

Then he put on "our song" (he had already fast forwarded the tape to the start of that song before he picked me up). As he drove us home, we sang our special song to each other, and at every stop light, he would either hold my hand or rub and softly squeeze the outside of my thighs, staying far enough from my inner thighs and pussy to make me hungry for his touch there.

When we got home, I found a vase full of fresh flowers on the center of our dining room table. He had bought them and set them up on his lunch break from work yesterday. A mixture of yellow, blue, pink, and purple flowers, they certainly brightened up our dining room, and lifted my spirits after a tough day at the office.

Since I was just getting over the flu, he insisted that I rest on our bed while he cooked dinner. He fixed a delicious cream of mushroom soup, fresh (not packaged) cheese tortellini, and a fruit cup he made from fresh watermelons, strawberries, and pineapple. It was tasty and filling, without leaving either of us feeling stuffed.

After dinner, he showered. I took that opportunity to change into the short, dark-blue denim kirt/shorts he likes so much. This skirt barely reaches halfway down my thighs, and really shows off my slender, dark legs. The front flap of the skirt looks like you could just lift it and expose my always-ready pussy. But actually, there are very short denim shorts underneath this flap. This skirt always seems to drive my husband crazy with desire for me.

After his shower, he emerged wearing my favorite of the robes I've bought him. This one is knee-length, silk, maroon with white stripes, and ties in the front for easy access to the soft, smooth skin of his chest. I could not tell what he had on under this robe, as he kept it tied tightly around him. But I could see his hairy, muscular legs from his knees down to his bare feet, and for now, seeing that was enough for me.

We sat on the couch, watching a romantic movie, as he gently rubbed his hands over my bare legs, alternating between left and right leg. With each stroke, he rubbed higher up my legs, ever closer to my now starving pussy, but still not actually touching me there. Our bare feet rubbed all over each other as we sat on the couch.


When the movie ended, we headed to our bedroom. I quickly slipped into our bathroom, and changed into one of the sheer, sexy nightgowns that my husband likes to buy me. This one is white, thigh length, and pulls on and off over my head, rather than tying or buttoning in the front. I quickly slid between the bed sheets.

He was still standing beside the bed. He untied and slowly, seductively removed his robe. Underneath, he had on a light-blue, short-sleeved denim shirt, and I could just see a hint of red silk boxers under his long shirt tails. I could now see much more of his legs, from his muscular thighs to his long, slender toes. After he turned down the sheet on his side of our bed, he stood over me, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt without removing it. He then joined me under the sheets.

Since I am left handed and he is right handed, we find it more comfortable to sleep with him to my right and me to his left. He began rubbing my breasts under my nightgown, alternating his kisses between my neck, ear, and cleavage.

Then he lay on his right side, and I lay on my right, too. I reached across him and under his unbuttoned shirt, to rub his chest. When my thumb and forefinger began pinching his sensitive nipples, he began moaning softly, and bucking his ass cheeks against the fur above my pussy. His left hand reached behind him to start softly kneading my ass cheeks, which soon had me moaning, too. His middle finger circled along the crease where my ass joins my legs (he says that crease is one of my sexiest features).

He then turned me onto my left side, and he lay behind me on his left side, too. He continued rubbing and softly squeezing my ass, as I reached behind me and began stroking the front of his legs. Then I reached inside his red silk boxers and lazily began stroking his balls and his stiffening cock. Soon, he peeled his boxers off, and lifted my sheer nightgown all the way up to my neck. He began softly massaging and kissing my shoulders and back, as his stiff cock (7 inches long and 3 inches around) slid up and down the crack between my ass cheeks.

Next, his right hand reached across my thighs from behind, and his long, thin fingers began playing with my thick, dark triangle of fur. His middle finger slid back and forth along my clit. Soon, the tip of his finger was reaching into my pussy, causing the underside of his knuckle to rub against my hardening love button. His left hand caressed my nipples and pulled my ass back harder against his throbbing 7 inches.

I spread my legs wider, and his finger eased deeper into my pussy. He told me how good my moistness felt on his finger. Soon, not just my inner walls were wet, but the special fluid he so enjoys was welling up around my clit. My pussy began making its usual loud, squishing and smacking noises, which my husband says turns him on so much.

"Does he want to come in?" I asked breathlessly, as I pulled my raised nightgown over my head and completely off of me. Now we were both completely naked between the sheets.

He rolled me onto my back, and climbed on top of me. He began rubbing the tip of his cock against the outside of my pussy lips. When just the very tip slid slowly into me, I came, moaning my husband's name. But there was plenty more pussy juice to flow where that came from.

Soon, he was plunging deeply in and out of me. He swayed his hips left and right, so his cock would enter me at different angles, not just straight in and out. His cock was exploring every part of my inner walls, and rubbing my clit, and I had my second orgasm of our "new first time."

He kept up his pounding and shifting angles for about ten minutes. Then, at the end of one stroke, while he was buried fully into me, he exploded a hot load of come deeper inside of me than I knew even existed. His orgasm triggered my third orgasm, and my pussy was so slick with our combined fluids that his cock slipped out. I was a bit disappointed that I would not get to feel that post-orgasmic throbbing that his cock usually does deep in my pussy (he really does spoil me SO much). But he quickly made it up to me.

He turned me onto my left side and, lying behind me on his left side, resumed rubbing his still hard cock against the crack of my ass. His right arm reached across me to cup my right breast (my breasts are 36-C, with two-inch wide aeriolas), as his fingers rolled and pinched my half-inch long nipple.

As he drifted into a half-sleep, my breast cupped in his hand, his relaxed but still-hard cock began its pulsing and throbbing against my ass. This felt nearly as good as when it pulses deep in my pussy after we have both come. We fell asleep that way, his cock resting against my ass, and his right hand cupping my right breast.

About two hours later, he woke up and began sliding his cock back and forth along the entire length of the crack between my ass cheeks. When he does this, he looks down at us to watch his cock disappear into the bottom of my ass crack, and then re-emerge out of the top of my butt onto my back, then disappear again as it slides back down between my ass cheeks. Watching his cock slide up and down my ass seems to add to his excitement.

I woke up quickly, and began moaning. Soon, his cock was squishing and smacking nearly as loudly as my pussy does when she gets excited. I thought he was about ready to come, but to my amazement, he kept up the rubbing, and the squishing noises, for another 20 minutes. While he was doing this, I reached around behind me and rubbed my right hand up and down the entire length of his legs, massaging his ass and inner thighs. I was nearly drifting back to sleep when I felt a flood of hot liquid ooze deep into my butt and against the skin of my lower back.

He pulled me close against his cock, and cupped my breast harder; to make sure his hot liquid stayed on us and did not drip onto the sheets (he is SO considerate, not wanting me to sleep on a wet spot). We fell asleep like this for about an hour, until his thick globs of come had thinned out and started to dry on his tummy and my ass. When we both woke up again, we went into the bathroom together and soaked two washcloths in warm water. As he stood facing me and reached around behind me to clean his come off my ass and back, I washed the combination of his come and my own pussy juice off of his tummy and out of the thick brown hair above his cock. I then gently washed the slippery slickness of our thoroughly-mixed love juices off of his wonderful cock.

I put my nightgown back on, and he put on his red silk boxers again, but left his denim shirt and silk robe off. We got back in bed, lying side by side on our backs. For the next half hour or so, we engaged in light pillow talk, about our jobs, our plans for the upcoming weekend, and the romantic movie we had watched earlier. Through all of this talk, we lazily stroked and caressed each other all over.

My husband said it was time to go to sleep, as we had to get up for work in the morning. He lay down on his tummy, with his spent, silk-covered cock resting between his tummy and the mattress. I lay on my right side and rubbed the soft, exposed skin of his back, then lower, massaged his firm ass through his red silk boxers. He turned his head to his right, gazed lovingly, passionately into my eyes, and smiled. I gazed just as passionately into his big, brown eyes, and smiled back at him.

I drifted off to sleep with my hand resting on his butt, a big smile on my face, and peace and contentment in my heart for the memory I'm sure I'll always cherish, of our "new" first time together. And I hope I'll never have to wait another 3 weeks for the physical expression of the deeply-committed love we share.



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[Hornycountryboy]

Wow this is definitely a different concept. I really love this idea, so much so that I am kind of kicking myself for not thinking of something like this. With all the small ideas I have this kind of format would be great.

I hope you keep this going, and in the future if you see something like this from me, I will be sure to credit this idea to you.

[ELaken-Palmer]

This last part WAS more than worthy of this site!

[snowleopard3200]

Originally Posted by ELaken-Palmer

This last part WAS more than worthy of this site!

Thanks ELP, I told everyone there are some HOT stories I have; the next two of them, the latina series, should be worth the wait until I choose to set them in this thread.

Originally Posted by Hornycountryboy

Wow this is definitely a different concept. I really love this idea, so much so that I am kind of kicking myself for not thinking of something like this. With all the small ideas I have this kind of format would be great.

I hope you keep this going, and in the future if you see something like this from me, I will be sure to credit this idea to you.

HCB - no need to kick yourself, the idea of Cupids Corner just kind of happened as these short stories of intimate "firsts..." started arriving; and with a look at a friends cupid cherub, the name for the thread is born.

Its success is only due to the readers who return and enjoy the stories I present to them, without all of you in the forum, the thread would long ago have gone to dust.

Whatever you come up with on your own, let me know so I can check it out; knowing the level of authorship you do, it will be worth it and then some.

As of me writing this post; one of the morons I have to deal with is outside hunting for a "Arizona Jackalope", in the shrubs.

Wonder where he got the idea to look for the bugger...

[snowleopard3200]

Everyone, this is a scene from a saga I am currently working on; it involves a college student, by the name of Minn, who has been dealing with a mysterious man known on campus as "The Magician." He had, just before this scene, helped liberate her of some of her sexual complications; one of which was a all too aggresive football jock who refused to take "No" for an answer.

Minn has, a short time before, had her first encounter with another woman; I wish to get your opinion on the scene, and must tell you, some parts of it have to be kept "in the dark" to avoid spoiling the main story.

“I wonder, does he enjoy watching a woman pleasure herself?” I whispered into the air; the mirror showed my body once I opened my robe up; the condensation upon its surface beginning to fade away or dissipate in falling droplets of water.

I wondered what it would be like to see inside those drops on the smallest of levels imaginable; to see wonders of a universe within a universe…

My hand reached out to take up one droplet upon a fingertip; where I managed to keep it as I raised it up, to see the shimmering world before the glowing lights. Sparkles danced and played like diamonds and brilliant clouds, shifting and changing while the water held together in a self contained universe, defined as a whole yet different from moment to moment.

Earlier tonight The Magician had changed me, allowing me to enjoy the physical pleasures that come to most others so easily; how far can I take that? What are the limits of my healed body? Or are there any limits to it anymore of what I can enjoy?

I mean what he did when he pleasured me, and then Callie…the soft slide into my release with the one toy…

What if I tried to pleasure myself? Dinner can wait; I want to find out right now…

I took up my cell phone and activated one of the most little used (by me) features it possesses; a built in camera that can be linked to the internet; transmitting LIVE images to a host computer. I know anyone can pick it up if they stumble upon the data stream, yet I hope that The Magician or one of his students will watch. He gave me a wonderful gift, so I may as well see how good it works…

I bent my head downward to take in the frontal portion of my exposed body, those smallish breasts glistening with small beads of water upon them. One fingertip began to explore, resting at first upon the very base of my ribs, to flow upward in a narrow, focused, undulating trail that sent a cornucopia of feelings surging into all portions of my mind.

Sharp and sweet, tart and tangy, dull and dense; words without form for feelings that cannot be described but only imagined in a harmony like a series of streams forging into a mighty river as all join together. My eyes closed, one sharp intake of breath bringing a heavenly profusion of scents – the lingering steam and droplets of water; the slightest trace of old cologne and musk, of earthly rich men smells, and forest heathers of women who have been here before.

The fingertip became a flattened palm, easing along the edge of my breast, slowly tracing the edge while swirling in small, gentle circles. One circuit became two, then four, and moved to the other breast to do the same. Twice more this looping symbol of infinity proceeded; while my hand caressed and massaged more and more area of my breasts.

I heard and felt my breath quickening, my head making a small circle as electrical charges of pure bliss tingled their way up my body; each one in turn unleashed a pleasant surge of energy, invigorating and easing, the raw potential of life made reality. Stroke by gentle stroke the infinite pattern flowed, kneading and shaping my breasts until they crossed the erect nipples; that first gracing contact sent a coursing pulse of passion along all the paths of my body, surging and rebounding until it returned a hundred fold in intensity that almost became overwhelming.

My back arched as shoulders thrust back with my head; my free hand quickly clenched the vanities marble edge as both of my legs all but gave out beneath me. Muscles twitched and squirmed, nerves firing in delight and demanding they be touched to give me even more pleasure than I had experienced with just that one massive surge of wonderment.

Unto its journey my hand continued, seeking out with almost desperate haste the other nipple; its trail a clear path illuminated by fires of bliss as it moved along my skin. Pulse after beating pulse surged in this journey to flow outward as the ripples on a pond, yet with the force of a cascade among a mighty river.

Just short of contact I commanded my body to hold still, to balance and move with the flowing surge that will shortly come; to use the energy and move with it instead of in opposition to it. When it came, the barest brush of flesh on that nipple; brilliant lightning ripped up and down my body, flexing and loosening muscles and nerves in wonderful manners as I shook and moved; the wave moving downward as I sought to direct the returning pulse…

And then it hit the one portion of me shared by all women; the most intimate and pleasurable of spots that sent me into a long, roaring, jarring climax that lasted over five minutes; the mirror showed my skin shining brilliant in a shimmering cloud of soft steam rising from my body.

“Blast it all,” I said to no one in particular as I gripped the vanity to keep from falling over. The smile on my face probably will not fade for many a week or many a month.

Just by pleasuring myself with touch alone! What would have happened had I played with my womanhood?

“THAT was INCREDIBLE,” I all but shouted.

I felt more alive than ever before. I mean TRULY ALIVE for the first time in my life, I felt as if I could dance for hours on end and never tire, could run for miles and not need to rest, could have orgasm after shattering chain of orgasms without end, I could…

“Feed my growling stomach…” I said somewhat abashed as it growled loud and long.

[snowleopard3200]

Story seven: sometimes a bad event can become a wonderful moment...


Some days you have things go wrong in spades, one event after another, and then everything just seems to come out just right in the end? This is one such occasion along those lines, just that, its kind of crazy and such…

I was with my girlfriend Linsie in Colorado, during Christmas break at University and the snows had come late during the year. Night driving is something I have done a lot of, being from the Southwest states, where the summers are hot enough to slag metal, ignite your car, and bring forth sand storms so fierce a cars paint job will be gone and the frame polished completely in seconds.

Don’t ask about the packs of ground squirrels that rampage across the land as well…I just shudder at the sight of such a stampede…

Anyways though, this night we were in the mountains and the night was beautiful with clear skies and the stars shining full and glistening bright like a million gems in the heavens above. Right around one corner on the road, we hit a white out…one solid, massive wall of storming snow and winds. Dangerous driving conditions in its own right; yet I managed for a time, until a lame brained driver came into our lane from the opposite direction and I had to swerve to avoid a collision…instead we went off the road and into the ditch off the roads side, which was not deep enough to cause major damage…just to shred two of the tires to ribbons (and of course I had no spare)…and shake the engine enough that it stopped working.

I managed to get in touch with help on my cell, after a half dozen tries and learned they were about two or three hours out before they could reach us; again due to the weather. Linsie started shivering from the cold, and as I had a blanket in the back, an old one somewhat moth worn and moth eaten, (i.e. full of small holes and looked like a dingo had gotten hold of it), that gave her some extra warmth.

She still could not keep warmed up enough, and we climbed into the back seats, cuddled together under the blanket and I pulled my coat over her and me to the best I could. Linsie kept snuggling closer and closer, at one point all but sitting in my lap and giving me a longing look in her eyes.

Then she put her hands behind my neck, leaned in and planted her lips on mine!

Talk about fireworks going off in my head! It felt as if my mind melted away to nothingness, my libido went into instant volcanic eruption, and my manhood went to full attention, demanding interaction with her most intimate of regions at once!

I mean, her lips were so soft and tender in that kiss, while her perfume smelled of lilac and clover, mixing with the salty sweet tastes of her flesh on mine (a true lip lock!). Now, this is not the first time I have kissed a girl, but it’s the first time I have been kissed LIKE THIS! I swear my body heat must have flashed and melted all the snow for a mile or more around!

My arms seemed to move of their own violation around her waist and back, my hands automatically starting to explore each of those loving curves and shapes of her feminine form; one region I focused on brought forth a series of squeals and giggles from her, that also drew a smile and a glazed over expression to her eyes, telling me more was going to happen at this time.

I asked her what she wanted to do and her response was an impish grin and a giggle while her cheeks flushed red with some embarrassment. I have to admit to being very nervous on my part at this time, for with previous girlfriends I have had, playing around and occasional oral stimulation of each other was fine, we never went all the way though…as I hoped would happen this time…

She told me to unzip my pants and pull out my manhood, but to keep the rest of my clothing on as it was so utterly cold. I did so and watched as she shed her panties from under her woolen skirt. Her next move was to climb into my lap and wrap her legs around me; while one hand supported the back of my neck, she used the other to stroke my already ready manhood into an even more excited state…

I felt like I would burst right then and there.

She gently rocked her womanhood against my leg, teasing and delighting me as my remaining mind went into its final meltdown, passing from the realm of the living and to who knows where.

My breathing became labored and raspy, I kept gulping and trying to put my hands around to her back, as I knew the time was short before I would hit my release.

Then she moved position, and guided me into her womanhood, that dampness assisting the way her body moved and muscles contracted around it as the final mystery of intimacy parted before my view. I cannot begin to describe the wonderment of it, just that if you combined the wonders of a field of lilies, the brilliance of an rainbow, and the might of the Niagara Falls into one melody of music it would be close to the wonder of this moment.

It seemed to last for hours and only an moment in one; as I all too fast hit my release inside of her. I expected her to complain how short of a time I lasted; only to see her grin and then tell me we would continue a second time when I recovered from this.

Unfortunately the tow truck arrived before that happened, and after getting new tires and the engine fixed, we headed on our way; though the next night we arranged to stay in a motel, and our transportation ‘fell to pieces’ for that night and the next as we enjoyed each others company to the fullest.

My folks fumed at us being late for the Christmas holidays, yet they could not complain about ‘car problems’ and seemed to accept that kind of excuse.

Linsie and I will be married within the year after graduation; and plan a family within a couple of years after that.

(fin).

[ELaken-Palmer]

Just discovered and really enjoyed reading about Minn's orgasm before the mirror. Then I read about Linsie and delighted in how they saved themselves from the cold. More great writing from you. I can't help but wish more people would take the few moments to comment on our stories. It's not a lot to ask and it keeps us writing.

[snowleopard3200]

Glad you liked them ELP; I have to agree, if we could just get more people to comment on the stories.

[snowleopard3200]

Story Eight: Who says that you have to be twenty or younger to enjoy a hot night of intimacy that shakes the house to the foundations...especially with a latina...


I got married at 26. My first husband didn't even like kissing, let alone anything more. As a hot and sexy Latina, I was frustrated through 17 years of marriage.

Now, with my second husband, everything is better. He has got to be the most romantic, passionate, and erotic man I have ever met, and I couldn't be happier. I was 45 when I met him, and nearly a virgin (at 40, he WAS a virgin when we met). Luckily, I still have my youthful looks, including long, dark (almost black) hair, smooth olive skin, and 36-C breasts.

On our second date, we were stranded when his car broke down 40 miles from home. We worked together to get ourselves home, and our teamwork got us both very attracted to each other. Before going home that night, he gave me a long, passionate, kiss in my garage, with plenty of tongue.

I was surprised that he felt this way about me, but soon I desperately wanted that tongue on my lower set of lips.

On our next date, I got my chance. We went out dancing at a club just 3 blocks from his house. We both enjoy ballroom dancing, which is one of the things that brought us together in the first place.

When the dancing ended, I asked him to take me to his home to talk and get to know each other even better, and he agreed. He played some mellow jazz on his stereo as we sat on his couch and talked. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, and he began licking and nibbling on my hard, protruding nipples. He told me he always fantasized about wide areolas, and as mine are two inches across and reddish pink, he just got so eager with his kisses and his tongue. As he kissed my breasts, I unbuttoned and took off his shirt, revealing a smooth, well-developed, but not overly muscular chest, which my hands began rubbing. Then he began unfastening my skirt. I grabbed his hand, and we led each other to his bed.

On the bed, he slid his long, thin middle finger, like the hands of a pianist, deep in my dripping pussy, as his thumb rubbed and pressed my throbbing clit. Soon, his tongue joined his talented probing, exploring fingers.

His marvelous tongue, which had explored my mouth in my garage on our last date, now rolled slowly across my pussy lips, and licked at my love button. His teeth began a very gentle nibbling, which surprisingly was not painful at all. He told me he wanted only to please me, and for someone with no previous experience, he did a terrific job. He said he learned how to please a woman by reading letters from women in Penthouse Forum, and watching couples-oriented X-rated movies. I am grateful for being the beneficiary of the education this gave him.

After I oozed into his mouth, moaning loudly and thrashing uncontrollably on his bed, I unzipped his pants and returned the favor. His cock was 7 inches long and about 3 inches around, and very hard. As he slid it in and out of my hungry mouth, his hips thrusting upward wildly as my head slid down on him, he began stroking my hair, and I rolled my tongue all around his throbbing manhood. As his delicious juice began dribbling out of his tip, he stopped me, rolled me onto my back, and began thrusting deep in my hungry pussy, his tip rubbing against my magic button on each thrust.

We came simultaneously, and afterward, I discovered another secret that has kept me happy for two years now: as we held each other and calmed down, his now spent but still hard cock began throbbing away deep inside me, pulsing once for each beat of his heart. I don't know how he does this, and he claims it is involuntary, but that pulsing certainly makes my tight little pussy ecstatically happy. I usually respond by squeezing my pussy muscles tightly against his rod, which makes him pulse even more strongly.

After we both relaxed, and slept in each other's arms, we got up and showered together. He lovingly soaped my breasts, my ass, and my pussy while kissing me all over (whenever he kisses my shoulders, I still melt), while the shower gently sprayed over both of us. His arms wrapped around my breasts from behind, as his cock throbbed against my derriere, and he kissed his way down my back.

Another thing we both enjoy is, I lie on my left side, and he lies behind me, rubbing his 7 hard inches against the crack of my ass. His fingers then caress the crease where my ass cheeks join my legs. He tells me that crease is very sexy, and I'm so glad he thinks so. It takes about 20 minutes of this rubbing before he erupts all over my backside. Meanwhile, he slides his middle finger in and out of the depths of my femininity, making me very hot and wet.

Or I will sit on top of him, with my legs straddling either side of him, and slowly rock my pussy lips across the length of his cock. We can keep this up for about half an hour before his come oozes all over the outside of my pussy lips. Sometimes from this position, he will slide it in me, and grab my hips to push me up and down on him, and give it to me very deeply as I drip pussy juice all over him. He likes to kiss and squeeze my breasts, and roll my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, as I ride him into mutual orgasmic ecstasy.

Every birthday, and on other special occasions, my husband buys me the most beautiful, lacy, and sexy lingerie. I enjoy modeling it for him, and he enjoys slowly taking it off me, or sometimes just kissing his way down my body and making love to me without removing my lingerie at all.

After 2 years, the honeymoon continues just as passionately as our first time, and I am building up a wonderful wardrobe of silk and satin lingerie. He just makes me feel so loved, special, and sexy, and I love making him feel special, too. I buy him lots of sexy silk boxers and manly robes, and I love slowly taking them off of him. I love the feeling of going to work every morning, with his full load deep inside of me. He says the taste of my pussy lingers on his lips and tongue all day at work.

Who says you have to be 20 to have a great love life?

(fin)

[ELaken-Palmer]

Got to love the Latinas. They can turn a simple fuck into a dance of love and lust to be always remembered.
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[snowleopard3200]

Originally Posted by ELaken-Palmer

Got to love the Latinas. They can turn a simple fuck into a dance of love and lust to be always remembered.
_________

Latinas are among the hottest in the world; can you think of a more fitting way for a man to die if he is to do so in an intimate moment?

Think of those seeing the gravestone message:

"He died hot and happy with a smile on his face..."

[snowleopard3200]

Story Nine:

My name is Amie. I am 24 years old and I am currently working as a volunteer in a remote community educational project in Southeast Asia. The conditions are very Spartan and the nights are long, my only enjoyment being my thoughts, fantasies and fingers.

Like many girls I suppose, I remember every delicious second of my first sexual encounter with a boy. I often think about it when I masturbate, (which is quite often in this place,) so, for no other reason than that I was terminally bored, horny as hell and craving for the feel of the soft, silky touch of a girl against my naked body, and/or the deep, urgent thrusting of a guy between my thighs, I decided one evening to document my first time experience for my own pleasure. When I started to write, I couldn’t seem to stop, and, when I had read what I had written, I thought that it would be interesting to share my story with others and discover whether I was just a horny slut, or, if there were others out there who might be interested.

My parents own a cattle station in a remote part of northern Australia and my early schooling years were home tuition via the School of the Air. I didn’t get to meet many people of my own age during those years until I was 17 when my parents sent me to high school in Darwin. I was a rather shy and reserved sort of a girl, due to the fact of my remote upbringing no doubt, and I found it rather difficult to make friends at first. With the exception of my two elder brothers, I had virtually no experience of interacting with boys and no sexual education whatsoever. Our homestead was about 400 km from Darwin, and it was arranged that I should board with a friend of my father’s in Darwin during the school semesters.

I had visited my father’s friend a couple of times when my parents had taken me to Darwin. He was married to a lady from Singapore and they had a daughter Bobbie whom I always got on ok with when we visited. Bobbie was a beautiful girl, the same age as me, I was very envious of her good looks, a typically Eurasian stunner, slim, delicate and perfectly proportioned, she has a beautiful, smooth, light olive complexion with straight, jet black hair that falls to her waist and frames the doll-like features of her face and deep, black almond eyes. Her breasts, whilst small, were firm and exquisite. I, on the contrary, was ultra slim to the point of being skinny, blonde, unruly hair and virtually no breasts to speak of. Our relationship however became very close, and it was within that friendship that my sexual awareness matured.

Bobbie’s step-father had a son from a previous marriage, his name was Brett. He was twenty and was a typically bronze, good looking, athletic Aussie’ boy and a full time student at University’. Bobbie and I both had a mad crush on him, we thought he was an Adonis, but he was much older than us.

Bobbie was a very extrovert sort of person and seemed to know how to interact and flirt with the boys at school. I, on the contrary was quite the opposite, shy and nervous, especially in the company of boys. Whilst neither of us had ever actually been with a guy, we would, like most girls of that age I suppose, spend hours talking about boys and sex as if we had a world of experience. We had a beautiful relationship and we grew closer every day.

Bobbie's parents were filthy rich and they owned a huge house on about 20 acres of land with a huge swimming pool and tennis courts just outside of Darwin. It was a wonderful time of my life and our relationship developed on to a whole new and sensual level.

I had my own room at her house and Bobbie had a huge bedroom with a TV and video player. Most nights I would sneak into her room and we would turn the air conditioner up high and curl up together in our pajamas under the sheets in Bobbie’s bed and watch TV or video's and talk for hours until we fell asleep.

Bobbie had a habit of flirting with Brett and tease him at every opportunity, It was obvious that he was attracted to her, but I think he was a bit intimidated by her because he was a several years older than her, and, technically, her step-brother, also he had a girlfriend.

Our sex education at that stage consisted of 'Penthouse' magazine and porn video's, a secret store of which Bobbie had found one day when she was sneaking around in Brett's room when he was out, so she would occasionally pinch one of each and we would read the magazine and play the movies in Bobbie's room. So we knew all about boys, (or thought we did.) How their cock’s got hard when they were with girls and we would talk about how it might feel when they put it inside you. We would hold our breath in anticipation when the guy on the movie pulled out of the girl and she would masturbate him until he came all over her tummy, and we would wonder what it would feel like to feel a guy ejaculate inside us.

Every porno' has, of course, the obligatory scene of two girls getting it on together with the guy watching and jerking himself until he comes and we would talk about what it would feel like to let Brett watch us, and if he would want to stroke himself while we did things in front of him. We even shaved our pubes so that we would look like the girls in the movies.

We would lie in Bobbie's bed together, watch the movie and talk about Brett and imagine what it would be like to let him fuck us. We would lay there for hours and masturbate ourselves while we talked and then we would take our pajamas off and play with each other and try to imitate the girls we saw on the movies when they fingered each other. It was just a giggly schoolgirl sort of thing at first but it wasn't long before we discovered the wonderful sensation of orgasms and we could make each other come.
I loved looking at Bobbie's beautiful body and her small breasts as I knelt beside her on the bed. She would tell me how to move my fingers on her and where to kiss her. I especially loved to watch the expression on her face when I made her come, and when she did it to me, she would lay her face on my tummy and her long, black hair would cascade over my naked body. I would close my eyes and fantasize about Brett as she worked her fingers against the soft, sensitive lips of my vagina, moving them faster as my thighs opened wider and my hips arched off the bed, working to the tune of her fingers.

I would clutch her hair in my fist as I was about to cum, and she would slip her slim finger inside me as I clasped her hand, pressing it hard between my legs, slobbering incoherently in my orgasmic spasms.

When we had watched the movie we would read the stories and look at pictures in Penthouse. We would sit naked in our favorite position, me with my back against the head of her bed, with a pillow behind me with my legs open and knees drawn up, and Bobbie sitting between my legs with her back to me. Bobbie would read the graphic stories aloud and I would look over her shoulder at the pictures. In this position I could put my arms around her and finger her sweet little slit and fondle her gorgeous, small breasts. At the same time, I could press the lips of my own puss’ hard against the small of her back and work it hard against her.
We would play for hours like that, and when we were building up to an orgasm, I would use two hands on her cunt, I would use the tip of my middle finger to work firm little circles against her clit', and slip my other middle finger inside her and work it in and out. She would put her hand around her back between my legs and put her finger in me.

As I finger-fucked Bobbie I would pull her tight against me, trapping her hand between my groin and her back and work myself off on her finger until we both came.

It wasn't long before we also discovered the way we could use our lips and tongues on each other, using our tongues like soft, slippery little cocks in each others vaginas. We both made a promise to each other that, when we both got boyfriends, we would share them, just like they did in the movies.

One Friday afternoon after university, we had dumped our stuff in our rooms and put on our bathers to go for a swim. My bathers were one-piece as my mum wouldn't let me have a bikini, but Bobbie put on her brief bikini, it was small and white and contrasted wonderfully with her light, olive skin. We had the house to ourselves for three whole days as Bobbie’s parents had flown interstate for a weekend seminar, (they were both teachers) and they promoted Brett to ‘head of household’ for the time they were away.

We went down to the pool to find Brett and one of his friends, John. John was the same age as Brett, Bobbie and I both knew John as he was often at their house, he was a good looking guy with dark hair and a great body, he and Brett were both in the university' footy team and he was also one of the guys Bobbie and I would talk about when we played around in bed.

The boys were splashing around in the pool when we came through the gate and shouted for us to come in. We sat on the edge of the pool dangling our feet in the water and the guys came over to us. John stood in front of me and grabbed my legs, just below the knees and tried to pull me in. I struggled against him, protesting that the water was too cold, although I didn't struggle too much because the feel of his hands on my legs felt good.

"Ok." he said, "I'll lift you in slowly." He reached up, put his hands under my arms, lifted me and suspended me above the water in front of him. My legs and thighs were in the water, resting against his chest. It felt as if my tummy was melting, it was a similar sort of feeling that I got when Bobbie fingered me but it was the first time I had felt it with a boy, in fact, it was the first time that I had ever been so close to a boy.

He lowered me slowly into the water but kept me close to him so that my body sort of slid against his as he lowered me down. I could feel his shorts against my legs, and, Oh God! As the front of my leg, just above my knee brushed against the front of his hips, I could feel the unmistakable bulge of his cock pressing against me through his shorts, he had an erection. He didn't lower me all the way down because the water was up to his chest and would have come over my head so he held me close against himself and started to wade slowly towards the shallow end of the pool.

I cannot possibly describe the way my body reacted; I was waking up to new and incredible sensations. As he waded towards the shallows he gradually let my body slide lower against his, the water pressure against my back was pushing me firmly against him and I could feel the whole length of his hard cock pressing against my tummy. John knew that I could feel it, it would have been impossible for him not to know.

His arms were around my waist, he lowered one of his hands, cupped my small arse and lifted me higher, and, as if of their own accord, my legs wound around his hips under the water, my arms went around his neck and I buried my face into the side of his neck.

His rigid cock was now pressing hard between my legs and, as he waded, the movement of his hips caused his erection to press and move against the lips of my vagina beneath my bathers. I tightened the grip of my legs around his waist and pulled him harder against me and he gripped my butt harder, grinding his cock against me through the fabric of my bathers. I was sobbing and gasping into his neck and wishing that the two layers of fabric between his hard shaft and the sensitive lips of my slit would disappear.

When we reached waist deep water he sank to his knees and I did the same. We were kneeling, facing each other and John just looked at me and touched the side of my face with his fingertips, his other hand was resting on my waist, holding me close to him, he was a lot taller than me and I could feel the end of his cock pressing hard against my body, just above my navel.

Other than the videos, I had never seen or felt a penis, hard or otherwise before. It is impossible to describe the sorts of emotions and thoughts that were going through my head as I felt John's hard cock pressing against me in the pool.

According to the instruction manual, (Penthouse,) boys got erections when they were with a girl they wanted to fuck, and fuck, of course equaled love in my immature thinking. How could John, a gorgeous 20, (nearly 21 year old) love me and want to fuck me, a skinny something year old, (I didn't consider myself attractive at that stage.) As we knelt there facing each other, the end of his stiff shaft seemed to be burning a warm, fuzzy hole in my tummy and the look he was giving me was making my whole body tremble uncontrollably.

My hand was resting on his waist under the water, I desperately wanted to touch and hold his cock, but afraid in case I was doing something that I was not supposed to do. I closed my eyes, (I don't know why.) and moved my hand under the water to the front of the waistband of his shorts, but, just as I was about to drop my hand down I heard a sudden 'Thwack.'

I opened my eyes and saw that Brett had thrown a water polo ball from the other end of the pool and it had struck John on the back of the head. He and Bobbie had been splashing around at the other end of the pool and were shouting at us to have a game, the girls against the guys. As the ball hit John, he had quickly stood up to throw it back. I was still on my knees, and as he stood up in front of me, his hips came above the surface and I gasped as I saw the huge bulge his hard-on made as it pushed the front of his shorts out like a tent.

Whilst I had felt his cock pushing against me under the water, I didn't have any perception of how big it actually was. I suddenly had a flashback to Penthouse, and how a girl, if she loved a guy and they were fucking each other, would actually take a guy's cock in her mouth, suck it, and tease it with her lips and tongue, and sometimes she would let him come in her mouth. John's voice brought me back to reality,

"Come on." he said, "we had better go and join in or they will wonder what we are doing."

We played ball for a while. There was lots of body contact and I made sure that a lot of that contact was between John and I. Whenever we were in contact I devised every ploy that I could to make sure my wrist, my arm or some part of me brushed against the front of his shorts where the bulge of his cock was still evident, he in turn seemed to be taking every opportunity to slide his hands against me, touching my breasts and thighs whenever we came together.

My biggest surprise though was once, when I was holding the ball in front of me, about to throw it to Bobbie, Brett came up behind me and grabbed me around the waist to stop me throwing it and I felt the length of his cock pressing against the cheeks of my butt, he held on to me for a while, even though I had let go of the ball and thrust his hips hard against me. It was definitely hard. This was all very confusing. Did they both want to fuck me?

As the game progressed though, I thought I was beginning to put two and two together, because Brett and Bobbie were spending a lot of time horsing around, even when they didn't have the ball.

Eventually we grew tired of the game. I wanted to stay in the pool with John, but at the same time I couldn't wait to be alone with Bobbie to tell her what had happened. But she and Brett had drifted off to the far end of the pool leaving John and I on our own.

We both seemed to feel a bit awkward for a couple of minutes; it was like he didn't want to talk to me. I felt crestfallen and swam to the side of the pool and sat on the steps, the water up to my neck and my head resting on the step.

After a few minutes John swam over to me.

"Can I join you?" he said. I moved to one side and the steps were just wide enough for him to sit at the side of me.

When we were side by side it was a tight fit and the side of his thigh was pressed close to mine. The feel of his skin against me seemed to bring on the same sort of warm, tingly feeling in my tummy that I get when Bobbie and I used hold our bodies close and touch each other.

He didn't say anything for a while, we watched Brett and Bobbie wrestling and horsing around at the other end of the pool, I was just enjoying the feeling of him sitting close to me. John seemed to be thinking about something, his mind seemed miles away, then, suddenly, he turned his face towards me.

"Do you like me?" he asked suddenly.

I was stunned, like him! He was the first boy who had ever paid any attention to me, of course I liked him, I was in love with him. "Yes." I replied quietly, “Of course I like you.” and waited with baited breath for several minutes, praying that he would say more, but he fell silent again for some time.

Bobbie and Brett had suddenly gone silent at the other end of the pool. They were on the same side of the pool as we were. Brett had backed Bobbie against the side of the pool, they were standing with the water up to their chests and Brett's body was pinning her against the wall. Bobbie had both her arms around his neck, Brett's hands were under the water and their faces were close together, whispering and smiling. Oh God! He had his hand on her breast and they were kissing. Both John and I saw it. Brett seemed to push his lower body against her and it lifted Bobbie higher in the water, exposing her chest for a moment. Brett had pushed her top up, uncovering her small breast and his left hand was caressing it,

"Looks like they're enjoying themselves." John said smiling. All I could do was blush.

As we watched them, John shifted his body. I almost panicked, I thought he was going to swim off and leave me sitting there, the truth was, the feel of his naked arms and thighs against mine had turned me on big time, the first time ever with a boy. He wasn't leaving me however, he just made me panic even more by slipping his arm around me. I looked in the direction of the other two to see if they had noticed, but they were too wrapped in each other to notice, anyway, John had slipped his arm over my right shoulder and under my left arm, his hand beneath the water and resting just above my waist.

He must have mistaken the sudden rigidness of my body for resistance as he immediately started to pull his arm away.
"Sorry, I didn't think you would mind." he said. I immediately grabbed his hand and pulled it back around my waist.

"Oh Fuck! I don't mind." I spluttered. I immediately bit my tongue and thought, "That was a fucking sophisticated thing to say."

But I was in heaven. As I put his hand back on me, I left my hand on top of his and he slowly spread his fingers so that my fingers intertwined with his under the water. He pulled me closer and I let my head rest on his shoulder. God! I wanted to spend the rest of my life just sitting there like that.

We both looked back towards Bobbie and Brett. The hand he had been using to fondle her breast was now under the water, his arm between their bodies as he pressed up close to her. We could see his arm moving around between them, as if he were fumbling around for something.

"What are those two playing at?" I whispered to John.

"Can't you guess?" he replied.

Then it dawned on me, he was fingering her and Bobbie was obviously enjoying it. Her head was leaning back against the side of the pool and her eyes were closed and she was hanging tightly on to his neck, the movement of the lower part of her body was making little waves in the pool as she appeared to be thrusting her hips back and forth against his hand.

John and I watched as Brett lifted his hand out from between them, reach around his neck, take Bobbie's hand and pull it down between them. Her arm was still for a moment but then started to move under the water, and, whatever she was doing was certainly pleasing Brett, even with such a distance between us, both John and I could hear Brett let out a long, ecstatic groan.

It became obvious that she was masturbating Brett under the water. My hand tightened its grip on John's around my waist and he pulled my body harder against his and moved onto his side so that the front of his body was pressing against my outer thigh. There it was again, the firm shaft of his cock, hard against my thigh. I could feel it sort of jerk and convulse against my thigh as we watched the other two, as if it had a mind of its own. The antics of Brett and Bobbie was obviously exciting John as much as they were me.

Brett and Bobbie moved quickly towards the steps at the far end of the pool, Brett climbed out and Bobbie followed. When he was out of the water, he turned to give his hand to Bobbie. Even at that distance I could see his huge erection in his shorts. As Bobbie climbed the steps, her arse cleared the water and she paused to pull up one side of her bikini bottom at the back where it had been pulled down to reveal a small, firm buttock.

Brett turned to us and shouted, "Back soon." and they vanished hand in hand through the pool gate in the direction of the tennis court.

"Where do you think they're off to?" I said to John.

"To screw each other I should think." he replied.

I looked at him, not quite sure what to say, and before I could say anything, he lowered his face and put his lips to mine. The effect on me was overpowering. My whole body went limp, as if I had turned to water. My mouth fell open against his and his tongue started to probe against mine which replied with equal enthusiasm. My hand was behind his neck, clinging to him. I was on cloud nine, this gorgeous guy wanted me, I was on sensory overload. I was hyped.
Watching the other two, imagining what their hands and fingers were doing to each other under the water and feeling John's body and hard, rigid cock against me had turned me on to the point where I could hardly restrain myself from thrusting my hand between my legs and fingering myself off.

John was cradling my head and shoulders with one arm and his other hand which was resting on my tummy began to work itself slowly upwards along the front of my rib cage, I knew instinctively where it was heading. It came to rest hesitantly on my small, firm breast, resting motionlessly, as if waiting for some sort of permission to move. Mouths still locked together, tongues entwining, I was way past the point of modesty.

I put my hand on top of his, pressing it against my breast and bringing his hand to life as it started to move slowly, fondling, caressing and teasing my pert nipple through the fabric of my one-piece.

"Fuck this one-piece!" I thought. I wanted to feel his fingertips in the flesh, not through my bathers. Even with our mouths crushed together, John groaned deep in his throat as he moved his hand against me. His cock, still pressing against my thigh was lurching and moving as if it were some sort of cocoon with something inside it, trying to burst out.

John pulled his lips away from mine. His voice sounding incredibly strained. "Tell me if I am doing anything you don't want me to."

"What a stupid fucking thing to say." I thought. The way I was chewing his tongue and working my hip against his erection, he must know that he could do anything with me right now. Then, as he was saying this, he moved his hand slowly downwards from my breast while he was looking into my eyes as if searching for any look of refusal whilst his hand moved lower down my body.

I knew what he wanted, the fingers of his hand had reached my pubic mound and hesitated while he gave me a searching look, my reply was to move my hand to the front of his shorts and gently fold my fingers around the swollen head of his cock. His eyes sort of half closed and his mouth fell open as he felt my small hand gently squeezing his hard shaft.

"Oh Yes. Oh fuck yes!" he groaned as he arched his hips, pressing the head of his cock harder against my side, as my hand explored the whole, incredibly rigid length of his gorgeous hard-on from the swollen head, along his shaft and then to his hard, tight balls where it lingered to gently squeeze and fondle them through his shorts.

He moved his hand lower to the top of my thighs and I let my legs float wide open under the water as he slipped his hand between them.

It was almost too much for me. I had not expected his cock to feel so large and my hand to feel so small as I felt the length of the thick shaft beneath his shorts. Waves of raw, sensual pleasure coursed through my body as his middle finger lightly traced back and forth against the lips of my vagina through the fabric of my bathers, almost bringing me to the point of swooning.

I again cursed my one-piece, there was no way he would be able to get his hand inside, and I needed to feel his fingers touch me. Our lips were together again, parting only to surface to gasp for breath and moan, my grasp around his cock tightened and the movement of my hand increased in tempo, masturbating him through his shorts, as he increased the pressure of his finger against the sensitive, tingly lips of my vagina, working his fingertips in little circles against my clit'.

With our mouths still crushed together he moved his body in front of me and lifted me a step higher until he was kneeling between my wide open legs on the lower step, facing me. I was jerking his erection furiously and had worked it into an almost vertical position, the swollen head hard up against the waistband of his shorts.

He moved his hand from between my thighs and slipped one of the shoulder straps of my bathers down my arm, I removed my hand from his cock just long enough for me to be able to lift my arm out and then he did the same to the other one. The water was now only just above my waist and John slowly peeled my bathers down to expose my small breasts. I was a bit worried at this stage in case the other two returned and caught us, but when he placed his hand on one, and his lips to the other, I was too far gone to care who might see us.

His tongue was working wonders around my erect nipple as his fingers teased the other and my hand returned to the incredibly, gorgeous feel of his rampant shaft.

As I worked my hand against him his hips were jerking and thrusting back and forth between my thighs. I simply had to feel him in my hands or I would die. As he knelt there, I slipped both my thumbs in his waist band and started to work his shorts down over his hips. When John felt what I was doing, he took his lips from my nipple and knelt erect. He had to put his hand down the front of his shorts and work his cock out as it was catching up in the waist band as I tried to pull them down.

I worked them down to his knees and lifted my hands back up, stroking his cock with one hand and cupping his balls in the other. My first touch of a hard, naked cock! I'm not sure what I expected it to feel like. Although it was rock-hard, the skin felt smooth and silky with a band of hard but flexible muscle just underneath the surface. His balls tight and compact, filling my whole hand as I fondled them. What struck me most was the length and thickness, (although I had no experience with guys to compare it with.) When I held his balls, the whole length of his hard-on lay heavy and thick along the inside of my forearm, the tip of his cock reaching mid-way between the inside of my wrist and elbow. I now know that, as far as size goes, John was average, but my tiny hands and small build emphasized the relative size of John's cock.

The effect of my hands on his naked cock almost sent him catatonic. He was breathing through gritted teeth, his eyes half closed, his head thrown back and making guttural noises in the back of his throat.

My hands on his cock were still under water, I wanted to see it, not just feel it. I moved my butt up another step and John did the same, his magnificent erection standing out in front of him, lurching around as if it had a mind of its own.

I reached for his hard-on again with both hands and he lowered both his hands back to my breasts, his rapture gaze alternating between my small breasts and my hands working his penis and balls. I asked him if it felt good, my hands and fingers had been working erratically from his balls to the tip of his cock, exploring every contour, curve and muscle of his organ.

When I asked him if it felt good, he put his hand on mine, the one that was holding his cock, he wrapped his fingers around mine and moved our hands in a masturbating movement back and forth along his cock.

"Oh Fuck! Oh Yes! Oh Amie!" he groaned as I wanked him slowly.

It was about this stage that I began to realize that to be able to drive a man almost insensible like this was an awesome power. I guided the head of his cock between my thighs as he leaned over me to kiss my nipples. As I jerked him, I pressed the head against the lips of my vagina. He immediately started thrusting his hips, pushing his erection against my bathers like a battering ram as if he were trying to force his cock through the material of my bathers. I pulled his cock hard against me, grinding it harder against my clit' as I pulled him faster.

My hips were jerking and arching off the steps to meet each thrust of his, his cock pushing the material of my bathers into the cleavage of my slit. I moved my free hand down between my legs and started to work my finger against my clit' whilst his rock hard pole pushed against my lips, I could feel my climax building. He looked down between our bodies as he felt my hand move, the sight of my finger working on my clit' seemed to excite him even more.

He brought his lips back down to mine, but my mouth was open, gasping for breath. He took my bottom lip between his and I was gasping against his face as I felt myself rushing towards the edge, my finger worked faster, my heels locked behind him, dragging him harder against me, the rhythm of my hand masturbating him becoming more erratic as I approached the crest.

"Are you coming Amie?" he breathed. His voice was just a tremulous whisper against my face, as if he was in some sort of pain.

"Yes! Oh Yes! Oh Jeez! Ooooh!" Wave after wave of deep exquisite tremors shook my body as I plunged over the edge. The most intense and most beautiful orgasm I had ever experienced took complete control of my body.

As I fell into that sweet, dark abyss where for several seconds nothing else in the world exists except the waves of aftershocks, sparked in the nerves of a stimulated clit' and transmitted along my sensitive sheath to the depths of my vagina, and from there, emanating throughout the whole body. I vaguely sensed John's hand grasping the wrist of my hand which was still wanking him, trying to pull it away from his cock.

As I slowly came to my senses I thought I might have hurt him.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Yes. I was almost coming." He replied.

"So?"

"I didn't want to come on your bathers" he said.

"So! Was I the only one having fun?" I said.

"Of course not." he replied, "It was beautiful watching you come. Will we be able to do this again?”

Yes! He wanted to see me again. I was over the moon. I was just an immature young girl and this real man wanted me!

As we talked, John had moved and was lying on his side on the steps facing me, his arm around my neck, cushioning my head on the steps as I laid back. His shorts were still around his knees and he had eased the top of my one piece down below my navel so that his still hard cock was resting heavily across my tummy. It looked so big, almost reaching across the whole width of my torso.

I was slowly and gently tracing the tips of my fingers around the swollen head, feeling the soft, silky texture of its skin and the way my teasing fingers made it lurch around against me as John's lips and fingers played with my nipples.

"Did you like what we did?" I asked.

"It was fantastic." he said. "Especially when you started to use you're finger on yourself’ that nearly sent me over the top."

"Oh God, you're embarrassing me." I replied.

"Why be embarrassed, everyone does it." he said.

"Do you?" I asked,

"Yes, and when I do it again I'll think about you." I felt great when he said that. He was going to think about me when he masturbated himself and ejaculated, so he must love me.

His free hand had drifted down my body as we talked and was stroking the inside of my thigh, I let my legs fall open wider as he started to lightly stroke the lips of my cunt again. I was afraid to take my bathers off completely in case the others returned and I told him so. I moved them a bit further down and said he could try and put his hand down the front if it wasn't too tight.

I took my hand off his cock for a moment and pulled the front of my rolled down bathers away from my body and he started to work his hand down the front of them.

"Oh Fuck Amie, you're smooth!" he exclaimed as his fingers
worked their way over my smooth pubic mound.

"Yes. We use Lady Shave.” I said and immediately bit my tongue.

"We?" he said. ''Do you have a boyfriend?'' I told him I didn't and he kept badgering me to tell him what I meant by 'We'.

As this was going on, his hand had worked low enough for his middle finger to touch the soft outer folds of my slit. Boy! If I thought that his touch on the outside of my bathers sent me off the planet, his fingers on my naked puss' was sending me to outer space.

He kept stroking them slowly, I was still moist from my orgasm and his finger was sliding along them, tucking the tip in each time it came to the top to slide around firmly against my clit'. I wrapped my hand around his cock and started to masturbate him again. As my senses were heading towards overload again my hips started to heave and jerk to the tune of his fingers as I moaned at him.

"Put it in. Put it in. Please!'' If he didn't slip his finger inside me soon I would die. But he just kept teasing me and telling me how soft and wet I felt and how he couldn't wait for the time he could slide his cock inside me and we could fuck properly.

He kept asking me who the other 'we' was but I wouldn't tell him, then he said, "Its Bobbie isn't it?"

"Ok yes, but don't you dare say anything."

"Ok, I promise. As long as you tell me everything." he said.

So I did. I couldn't help it. His fingers had brought me to a point of arousal where all I craved for was to feel him insert it and slide it in and out a couple of times and I would again be overwhelmed by a luscious orgasm. He knew of course what I wanted but he toyed with me and teased me until I told him what he wanted to hear.

His questions drew the whole story out. How Bobbie and I liked to use the lady shave and how we would often shave each other in the shower, how we would touch each other and sleep naked together. I was getting a bit worried and asked him if it turned him off knowing Bobbie and I played around like that.

He looked at me surprised and said.” Of course not." He told me that the thought of Bobbie and I doing those things together was beautiful and that he loved me even more for telling him.

“Oh God! He loved me.” I thought. As I was telling him all this the movement of his finger against my cunt was increasing in tempo, and every so often he would slip it inside me just a little, causing small gasps of pleasure to burst from my throat as I stroked the length of his erection from the tip to his firm balls, savoring the soft, heavy feel of it laid across my tummy.

"Do you make each other come when you are together?" he asked.

I told him we did and he wanted to know how, so I told him how we would finger each other and how we would sometimes lay with our heads towards either end of the bed and sort of scissor our thighs close together so that we could press and slide the lips of our vaginas together until we came.

Telling him this seemed to have the effect on him that I wanted. He looked into my eyes and whispered,

"Tell me if I am hurting you.'' as he slowly and gently slipped his finger fully inside me.

"Oh fuck no!" I moaned.

He slipped his finger back out, thinking he was hurting me.

''No. I mean yes. Oh fuck! Don't stop!'' I gasped. I took my hand off his cock and quickly grabbed his wrist to urge his finger back inside me.

Sweet, unbelievable fucking ecstasy as he sank it back inside me, slipping in and out, sliding the length of it along my clit' as he moved it back and forth. My hand stopped its stroking motion and grasping his rock-hard shaft, just below the head I started wanking him urgently.

Between kisses he was whispering how good my hand felt on him and how beautiful I was, and how tight, warm, smooth and slippery my puss' felt. I was again reaching that point of no return, about to fall into that sensual pool of pure sexual oblivion.

''Yes!. Yes!. Uhhhh!. Oh Fuck!. Don't stop!. Mhmmm!"

Even in the throes of my wild climax I was aware of John gasping. ''No! Amie. No!''

I had been masturbating him urgently and hard and was
dimly aware that he had cried out like that previously when he was near to coming and had stopped me wanking him. This time he had no control, one hand trapped underneath by bathers, between my thighs, and the other underneath my shoulder. He was in my power and he was not going to get away with it this time.

He was holding his finger hard up inside me, feeling the small muscles inside my cunt ripple and dilate as I came.

''Please don't take it out yet.'' I begged him as I jerked his cock harder.

I looked at his face as my orgasm subsided; his expression was almost one of pain. I knew then that he also was at the point of no return.

''No Amie! No! I'm coming.''

''Don't hold back.” I gasped. “I want to see it. I want to feel it.''

I was jerking him with my fist wrapped tightly around his shaft, his teeth were clenched and his breath was coming in ragged gasps. I moved my fist to the top of his cock and folded my fingers around his bulbous head and increased the speed of my hand but with a very light grip. And suddenly it happened.

It sounded as if he expelled all the air in his lungs in one, long breath. As he did so, my fingers which were around his cock felt a small, sharp, single pulse on the soft underside of his hard-on and almost simultaneously he ejaculated a stream of warm cum that shot across my body and left a white, pearly trail from my nipple to my navel.

I stopped jerking him for a fraction of a second, but he cried, ''God!. Don't stop!''

I immediately started to pull him again and at the same instant his second shot ejaculated on to my forearm followed by two smaller bursts which dropped onto my tummy. He looked down at me with a weary sort of a gaze, as if he had just run a race.

"I'm so sorry Amie.'' he said.

Sorry! Hell, I loved it. I had made this gorgeous guy come.

The feel of his warm semen on me was exquisite. ''Don't apologize.'' I said, ''I wanted you to come.'' I continued to stroke him slowly, my eyes riveted to the tip of his cock, watching fascinated as I worked the last drops of cum out of him to drop onto my body.

I held his cock as it became softer. He kissed me slowly and gently and told me that he had never come that hard or so much in his life.

He pulled his shorts up and with my bathers still around my waist he led me to the pool shower and helped clean me up. The other two were still missing in action somewhere so I sat on a bench at the side of the pool.

John sat on the grass in front of me with his back to me, his head resting on the edge of the bench between my legs which were either side of his shoulders. We didn't say much for a while. I was content just to lazily run my fingers through his hair and reflect on what had just happened, in particular, the feel of his cock in my hand. I knew that, if he had insisted, we would have found somewhere to go and I would have let him fuck me, I wished now that we had, but then I thought how big his erection seemed and wondered if I could take it all inside me. Then my thoughts turned to the way he came and I mused on what it would feel like if he ejaculated inside me, and if I would actually feel his cum if he shot his load inside me.

John turned his head, rested his face on my thigh and looked up at me. I was overcome with an urge to grasp his head and bury his face between my thighs and grind my cunt against his lips. Fuck! I was horny again even though he had made me cum twice in the last half hour.

''Do you want to see me again?'' he asked.

What a stupid question I thought.

''Of course I do.'' I replied. ''And you?'' I asked.

''Yes. Very much.'' he said.

He seemed thoughtful for a moment, and then said, ''We will have to be very careful that no-one finds out what we are doing.''

I told him that I wouldn't be able to keep it from Bobbie, she would read me like a book.

''That's ok.'' he said, ''Brett is probably up to his balls inside Bobbie right now.''

''Where can we see each other?'' I asked.

He said that he would sort it with Brett and arrange to stay at his place for a couple of days over the weekends, but it wouldn't be for a couple of weeks as he was leaving for an interstate soccer competition tomorrow.

''Shit. That's a long time to wait.'' I said.

''When I get back, can we go all the way?'' He asked.

I smiled and thought that was a rather quaint way of asking if he could fuck me. ''We can go all the way and then some more.'' I said. ''But I'll probably go mad waiting in the meantime."

He grinned and said, "Will you use you're fingers and think about me?"

"Lots." I said, ''What about you?"

"I'll be pulling myself most nights thinking about today and what will happen when I see you again."

I was amazed at how much this sexually charged banter between us was turning me on, and how easy it was to talk like this with him, especially when a short while ago I would never have had the nerve to say words like 'fuck' or talk about sex with a boy.

"Do we have to wait?" he said.

"Why. Are you horny again?" I asked.

"Fuck Yes." he said, "I'm almost coming again just thinking about being inside you."

There was still no sign of the others.

"Come on." he said. He stood up and grabbed my hand.

The pool was surrounded by a thick hedge, and in one place it was shaped into a deep, rectangular alcove about 2 meters deep and 3 meters long with a rattan frame covering forming a shade area with a barbeque in one corner.

He led me in and immediately pulled my body into his as we kissed. We were both on fire. His cock was fully hard again as it speared against my tummy. My vagina was soaking wet as I humped it against his thigh. He slipped my straps over my shoulders and started to peel them down my body, dropping to his knees on the grass as he did so.

I put my hands on his shoulders to step out of my bathers.

I was completely naked in front of him. Still on his knees, he put his hands behind me on to each cheek of my butt and drove his face between my thighs. Still supporting myself on his shoulders, I spread my legs allowing his lips to completely cover those of my puss' as he slipped his tongue inside me. I had read about it in Penthouse and seen it on video's, but I never expected the intensity of the raw, sexual, waves of indescribable fucking ecstasy that enveloped my body as he crushed his lips against the folds of my cunt and worked his tongue alternately in and out, up and down and around my clit'.

My knees were trembling and my legs had turned to jelly, almost to the point of collapsing when he pulled his face away and stood up. He hooked his thumbs in his shorts.
"Let me" I gasped. I fell to my knees, sliding his shorts down over his hips. As I eased them over his hard-on, his erection leaped out in front of my face. I didn't even wait to get his shorts off. I grasped the base of his rod, cupped his balls in my other and closed my mouth around the silky skin of his hard, swollen head.

"Oh Jeez!" he moaned.

I worked as my tongue around the prominent ridge and swirled around the head. I lifted his cock vertical and ran my tongue and lips down the soft underside to tease his tight balls. As he was stepping out of his shorts I wrapped both my hands around his erect shaft and still the swollen head protruded through the end of my fist. My hands looked so tiny around his enormous cock.

“God!” How the fuck will it all fit inside me?” I thought.
John had brought our two large towels with him whom he put down on the grass and we lay on the towels on our sides, facing each other. We were both a bit nervous at this stage.

"Do you still want to do it?" he asked. In answer I just rolled on my back, feet drawn up and knees raised. I let my thighs fall open slightly and slipped my fingers between them, fingering myself slowly.

He knelt over me with his hands on my knees, parting them wider, moving between them and holding them open with his own thighs, his huge cock hovering above me. He watched my fingers moving slowly on my clit' as I reached up with my other hand to stroke and fondle his cock.

"Are you sure about this?" he said.

"Put it in me please." I begged. I didn't want anymore foreplay, I needed to feel him inside me, fucking me, filling and stretching my cunt and whispering sweet, filthy obscenities to me, telling me how beautiful I was and how good it felt to feel the tight sheath of my slit clenching his rigid shaft of muscle.

He leaned forward and supported his weight with his hands at either side of my shoulders as I guided his cock between my legs. "Tell me if I am hurting you" he said.

Oh God! It was really going to happen. Suddenly I was apprehensive. I let go of his cock and put both my hands on his shoulders. Resting his weight on one hand, John held his erection and placed the tip against the soft outer folds of my slit. Oh yes! I could feel his heat, ripples of pleasure running through my body as he slid the tip back and forth along my cleavage, my own wetness and his causing the tip of his cock to slide in a delicious, smooth, slow movement across my lips.

He paused his up and down movement and gently eased his hips forward, increasing the pressure as I felt my lips part, allowing his swollen head to slowly slip between them. I raised my head and looked down between our bodies, fascinated by the incredibly erotic sight of the way the lips of my cunt seemed to fold inwards as the head of his cock pressed against them, as if trying to resist the intrusion, then open and enfold the impossibly large, swollen head. It seemed to slip in so easily. Sweet, fucking, unbelievable ecstasy! He was inside me and it felt gorgeous.

John was breathing heavily, I knew he was trying hold back and not hurt me by thrusting all the way in. he was slowly slipping the tip in and out, feeling me get wetter. I lowered my hands to hold his hips and he held his cock just inside me, not thrusting, just applying a slight pressure that allowed me to move my hips, and working him deeper into me bit by sweet fucking bit.

Every so often, he would withdraw slowly all the way out of me and slip back slowly, in and out, I couldn't take my eyes away from the sight of the way the folds of my cunt moved around his shaft, folding inwards as he slipped in and pouting outwards, as if hanging on to his cock as he slid out. I had worked him halfway into me and half his shaft glistened moistly as he slid in and out. It hadn't hurt at all so far; I held him in me and continued to squirm, easing him deeper, deeper.

Ooh! I was there. I had him all. He was in me to the hilt. I could feel his tight balls pressed against my arse. John was breathing harder and little drops of perspiration beaded his forehead. He was having difficulty holding back. My small, tight cunt was stretched and filled to capacity with his thick, hard, pulsating muscle, but he wasn't hurting me.

I encouraged him to move by pumping my hips against him and pulling his thighs, he got the message, he moved his cock in long slow heavenly strokes, withdrawing until just the head was inside me and then sinking back to his balls, holding himself in to the hilt and grinding his pelvic bone against my clit'. He asked if he was hurting me.

"Fuck no! Do it harder. Don't stop. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck Me!"

Our bodies were now slamming together. He now had the full weight of his body on top of me, his hands underneath me grasping the cheeks of my butt as he piston his rod mercilessly into me.

"Oh fuck I'm coming!" he gasped, and so was I.

"Come with me. Now!" I groaned. John needed no encouragement. My orgasm was so intense I was on the point of swooning. My whole body went limp and it felt as if I was dissolving into a deep, dark, sensual abyss before I collapsed into a blubbering, slobbering, unintelligible wreck.
With a loud cry of, "Oh yeas!" John also shot his load.

He speared his rock-hard length of solid, rippling manhood up me to the hilt and exploded, his warm streams of silky cum, erupting from the depths of his balls, coursing along the length of his shaft and flooding into my cunt. His swollen cock had stretched the sheath of my puss' so tight that I could feel his beautiful organ convulse in small, rapid spasms with each forceful ejaculation as his semen shot into me.

We were both in a state of collapse. As I slowly surfaced, I felt his weight on top of me and the warm feel of his cock, somewhat softer, but still deep inside me and making occasional little jerks like orgasm after shocks. John rolled on his side and pulled me with him, keeping my body close to his. I threw my leg over his thigh and pressed my hips into his, keeping his cock inside me. We kissed long and tenderly.

"Did you like that?" he asked.

"It was the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced. What about you?" He told me that he had never come so hard, so much, or for so long in his life. He told me that I was the most beautiful girl he had ever known with a perfect body. He made me feel great the way he talked to me. I snuggled closer into him; I didn't want his softening cock to slip out of me.

As his cock softened a little more, I realized that I could tweak and tighten the little muscles in my vagina and John could feel them clenching against his thick head. He liked this, and told me to keep doing it.

"Do you really think Brett and Bobbie are fucking?" I asked.

"I'm sure they are." he said, "He told me that he was going to fuck her if he ever got the chance."

"Really!" I exclaimed.

"He also told me he would like to fuck you too." he said. I thought how ironic it was that Bobbie and I had fantasized about screwing Brett all this time and never imagined that he might have been thinking about us in the same way.
John seemed to read my thoughts, he smiled and said,

"Would you like to fuck with Brett?"

I replied half jokingly,

"Maybe." I said. As I said this, I gave his cock (which felt a little harder.) another squeeze with my cunt.

"Would you like to screw Bobbie?" I asked him.

"Only if you didn't mind and if you were there watching us." he said.

We carried on talking about watching each other fuck with someone else and his cock was steadily swelling again inside me, stretching me as his thickness expanded and slowly probing deeper as he swelled in length.

I pushed him on to his back and straddled him, keeping his cock inside me. I sat squarely on top of him, he was fully hard and it felt exquisite inside me. Although I was very tight and full, the cum from his previous orgasm was lubricating his cock and my cunt and I was able to slide myself up and down on his shaft with ease.

This time there was no urgency, we fucked slowly, enjoying the feel of each others bodies and gradually bringing each other to another climax.

"Yeah! Go!" I heard Bobbie shout. My heart leaped into my throat as I swung my head around and saw her and Brett. They had sneaked up on us and slipped into the alcove behind us and had been watching me sliding up and down on John's cock.

"You bitch." I cried. John just laid his forearm across his eyes

"Shit!. We've been sprung." He groaned.

I couldn't just get off him and leave him lying there with his hard-on waving in the breeze. "Piss off." I said to Bobbie.

"No way, we want to see the end of the show." Brett said.

I was more surprised than annoyed at seeing them, I actually felt quite self assured about it. The fact that I was on top of John with his cock tucked deep inside me, made me feel like saying, 'Look he's mine.'

John didn't seem too concerned about it; in fact, he had a smile on his face and was chuckling under his breath.
Bobbie was half naked, she had a towel around her waist but the rest of her beautiful, slim, brown body was naked. Brett was standing behind her dressed in exactly the same way, his arm was around her shoulder and his hand enclosed one of her cute little breasts and was toying with it, his other hand was holding his shorts and Bobbie's bikini.

"Come on." Bobbie giggled, "Keep the show rolling."

"I thought you two would have fucked each other to a standstill by now." John laughed.

I know it sounds bizarre, but both John and I didn't feel at all uncomfortable and I could feel his cock was still hard and pulsating inside me.

Brett dropped his hand and pulled the towel from off Bobbie's hips, leaving her completely naked. "Go and help them." He said to Bobbie.

Bobbie, still giggling walked over to us. I looked down at John's face, his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw her naked. She was so small and pretty with her long black hair falling around her shoulders and on to her firm little breasts. His eyes traveled down her body and riveted on the cleavage of her vagina, unconcealed by any trace of pubic hair, the small jerks of his cock inside me increased in frequency as he watched her approach.

She knelt down beside us and I playfully tried to push her away. "Go away you slut." I said.

She returned my push. "No way!" She said.

As she pushed back at me I fell backwards and had to quickly put my hand behind me on the grass to retain my balance, as I did so, John's cock slipped out of me and was standing erect.

"Ooooh!" Bobbie exclaimed as she saw his rigid erection. She feasted her eyes on it. John grasped it in his hand and held it for me to regain my position and impale myself back on it.

"No. I'll do that." Bobbie said. She pulled John's hand away, laid his arm on the grass between himself and her, then shifted her position so that that her back was facing John, her knees either side of his forearm and she was sitting down on his lower arm, pinning it to the grass.

All I could see was John's wrist and hand, palm up, protruding from between her thighs, the lips of her slit pressed down against the inside of his wrist. It only took a second for her to do this, and, at the same time, whilst I was regaining my balance, she wrapped her hand around John's cock. She was stroking him slowly. John made no move with his other hand to stop her.

"Let me put it back in you." she said.

I rested my hand on her shoulder, lifted myself above John's cock and lowered myself on to it as Bobbie held it. John's eyes were closed and he let out a long, deep moan as Bobbie guided his head between the lips of my tingling slit. She kept her fist wrapped around him.

"Wicked. Oh fucking wicked!" She said as she watched his shaft sink into me. She released his cock and I slowly sank all the way down until my pelvic bone was hard on his.

I started to move slowly up and down on his erection and Bobbie started to finger my clit'. The sensation was mind blowing, John's length of rigid muscle, filling my sheath to capacity and Bobbie's fingertip working on my clit'. John's hips were thrusting up against mine on each of my downward strokes, forcing himself as far inside me as possible.

I looked down between Bobbie’s thighs to where she was sitting on John's arm, but all I could see was his fingers and at first, it looked like his middle finger was missing until I realized that it was inside Bobbie's slit and she was squirming her butt around as if she were fucking his finger. John must have thought all his birthdays had come at once.

I had almost forgotten about Brett but was suddenly aware of him standing at the other side of me. He had taken his towel off and was completely naked, his hard-on swaying in front of him. God! How often had Bobbie and I fantasized about having him with us, just like this, naked and hard.
He knelt down on my left and his cock rested hot and heavily on my thigh.

"Can I join the party?" He said.

Bobbie had planted her mouth on my right breast and was teasing my nipple with her tongue as she continued fingering my clit'. Brett placed his right hand at the back of my neck and kissed me, my mouth fell open as his lips touched mine and our tongues immediately commenced battle like two slippery snakes. As we kissed, he took my left hand and placed it on top of his throbbing weapon resting on my thigh. I needed no encouragement, I grasped it firmly and started to masturbate him hard.

Sweet, heavenly fucking bliss! John's cock inside me, Bobbie's fingers on my clit', Brett's lips on mine and his erection in my hand.

Bobbie put her free hand around my waist and lifted me until John's cock slipped out. She grabbed his slippery shaft and started to wank him.

"Finger her." She breathed hoarsely to Brett.
Brett's hand dropped between my thighs and he gently replaced John's cock with two fingers which he slipped gently inside me. He moved his lips from my mouth down to my left breast and Bobbie's lips took over from his on my mouth. Between kisses she was urging me to masturbate Brett harder.

"Make him come." she kept repeating to me.

John's finger was working furiously in Bobbie’s cunt and she was having difficulty staying coherent, she was obviously close to coming herself, and so was I. Suddenly John gasped "I'm coming!"

"And me. And me!" Bobbie gurgled. She worked her hips down harder and faster on John's finger.

I lifted my thighs over John’s cock as Brett slipped his fingers out of my cunt. John's first burst of cum shot up onto the lips of my vagina as I lowered myself over his pole and sat down hard on him, spearing his cum pumping rod deep inside me as my own orgasm hit.

"Ooooh!" Brett sighed as he shot his load.

I felt his warm gush of semen spurt on to my wrist and left upper thigh. In the meantime, Bobbie had collapsed across John's chest, both hands between her legs, clutching John's hand hard against her vagina as she came. sat there, savoring the feel of the wash of John's thick, warm cum oozing into me and the smooth, slippery sensation of Brett's semen dripping from my fist onto my thigh. That day was the beginning of a beautiful relationship between the four of us that was to last for the next two years.

(fin)

[snowleopard3200]

Bounce.

[ELaken-Palmer]

This last portion was magnificent! Some of the best sexual activity I have ever read. Very hot. It left me wanting to read more about these four people.
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[snowleopard3200]

Glad you liked it ELP; It would be nice for more comments on this thread so I can know what else needs changing or is succeding.

[blueheatt]

your doing fine deciding for yourself.....just keep going....

[snowleopard3200]

blueheatt - thanks.

[snowleopard3200]

Story Ten: just a simple little first for the office...enjoy...


This one was a first for me, not a ‘first time loss of virginity’ story; it happened at the office…

We had spent three months working on a major contract, got it done ahead of time, under budget and snagged the next three productions done by our client. In short, for the time our success is assured; and the tension just needed a release, hence the informal office party we had this night that went wild in so many ways.

We had a range of strong drinks with which we toasted each other often into the night, plenty of food and the music was to die for.

Of course we all got fairly wasted, or maybe well past completely wasted, its hard to remember though; save that Marcus was the designated driver and cab caller for all of us who decided to drink; thankfully he made sure we gave him the keys to the cars, for those of us who had cars at the time. I do remember that the music was great, the drinking and food wonderful and many of us got to dancing closer and closer as the party went on.

All twelve of us, an even mix of girls and guys, just kept getting looser and looser as the booze flowed; and soon enough a hot, sexy song played. Daniel started the next stage, strutting out to the middle of us and doing a hot dance such as should have set the place on fire. I laughed and giggled as she started to unbutton her blouse, not able to believe she would do such, as she is among the shyest of us in the office. We knew it was getting serious as her shirt slid off her bare shoulders, revealing the strapless black laced bra holding her massive breasts within its confining grasp.

When her skirt went next, and she climbed into Hanks lap, molding her body to his and all but suffocating the poor man against her bosom, everyone erupted in calls of delight and encouragement. She looked at all of us in turn, then smiled and simply asked “Why do you all still have your clothing on and just sit there?”

This started a chain reaction in which my own clothing seemed to fly away from my body; and one of my coworkers – Sophie – started to kiss me on the lips. This was the first sexual kiss I ever had with a woman, and it set my loosened body on fire from head to toe, excited every fiber of my being and made me want to get into action at once with her.

The feeling of her hands and fingertips skimming across my neck, cheeks and down my back as my shirt and bra left for the floor sent thrilling spikes of lightning smashing and cascading into my brain. I struggled in almost desperate haste to unbutton Sophie’s shirt and slip it and her bra off, to set free those petite breasts for my hands to caress and fondle.

We commenced the fieriest of kisses with one another; our mixed body heat must have caressed all the others in ever expanding ripples, tender and fierce at the same time. Then I put my hands to stroking her nipples, each one flush pink with desire and standing out so firm and delectable. I told her to sit back in her chair, my own restraint for any hesitation long gone…

I just wanted her, and now!

She giggled and clapped her hands, head leaning back then forward to watch as I lifted her skirt and slid down her panties; the finest, shaved womanhood one could imagine now bare before me, glistening with feminine juices from the mounting excitement and anticipation on her behalf.

Behind me, someone lifted my own skirt up and down went my panties, while a delicate hand commenced to play with my womanhood. Each of those fingers, wielded by someone with considerable skill and experience, quickly found each sensitive spot, causing me to start swaying and moving my lower body in perfect rhythm and timing to the melody being conducted.

With Sophie, I parted her womanhood, and commenced to explore and pleasure each and every inch of the hidden depths and folds that could be reached. The sweet scent of the moisture and dampness, of the rich taste and textures of her flesh, combined to make the most rapturous of delights one can smell or taste, and in a short time she was hooting, moaning, cooing and mewling in delight.

The others watched us for a moment, calling out suggestions and encouragement.

Then the hand on my own womanhood withdrew, and a second person came up in its place; two hands secured my bared tushie, holding it in place, as a mans manhood slid gently into my womanhood; slowly working in and out, side to side, gently in action as I understood instantly he was seeking to give me the most enjoyable time he could.

So it was going on for me, Sophie howling in delight, one of the guys doing a grand old time on and in me, and I was enjoying every moment of it; the pleasure shooting across my body in waves of heat and coloration, one cresting wave crashing in upon the next, amplifying each behind as it peaked and ebbed. I did not want it to end anytime soon!

Sophie hit her climax as I did, both of us howling as my fingers sought to finish up the work my lips began; as I was whooping and crowing like mad! I never imagined before I could make sounds like that, much to my absolute chagrin and delight all in one!

From behind me, the grunts of the gentleman told its own tale, as too soon for all of us, he hit his own peak and sent his seed into my body.

I just stayed in place, panting and sweating, unable to believe the sheer amount of energy I had expended in such a short time; yet loving each moment of it to the maximum!

Sophie looked at me and giggled.

That was the first time I had a man and a woman at the same moment, with me pressed between them as a filling for a fine and hot sandwich. It was pretty much normal sex after that, with two more guys getting it on with me, and one more tussle with Janie, the Indian girl who is hotter than anyone could have guessed.

THAT one is another story though.


(fin)

[ELaken-Palmer]

Another very hot add to this ingenious anthology. As Fleetwood Mac once observed, "You Make Loving Fun".

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[snowleopard3200]

ELP - thanks for the compliment. I have a new handful of stories to sort through and decide which, if any of them, will go up in Cupids Corner.

Some of the e-mails I get in regards to the stories are thus:

"Me and my lady spent six weeks in the sack, making the bed break apart and she howled to the moon. The end. So when does it get published?"

I wanted to scream. Three replies, each telling them, give me more details!

How teachers in journalism or creative writing classes keep from pounding their heads on a desk or safe I have no idea.

[knoxvillainswife]

You have wonderful taste in the stories you choose Snow, thank you for the pleasant...um, half hour. I've thought about forwarding you my story, now that I've spent some time here I'll have to actually work on that. *sigh* So much to do, so little time.

[snowleopard3200]

Originally Posted by knoxvillainswife

You have wonderful taste in the stories you choose Snow, thank you for the pleasant...um, half hour. I've thought about forwarding you my story, now that I've spent some time here I'll have to actually work on that. *sigh* So much to do, so little time.

Only a half hour of pleasantry? Jeez, I seem to be losing my touch...

Seriously, I am glad you and so many others are enjoying them; and as to your own story, send it if and when you wish. There is no rush at all. Just try to keep the computers from melting as it is sent - hot stories do tend to do that.

Wolfriders howl forever!

[snowleopard3200]

Story Eleven: a special first time for this couple who sent me their tale...sometimes showing restraint in a moment of passion leaves the door open for discoveries greater down the line...



In today’s world, this may be a bit of an unusual story, for me and my spouse; Deborah had been virgins until the night of our wedding. While I courted her, determined to win her hand for me, the only kind of ‘intimacy’ we were permitted under the iron glare of her mother, who always kept a ‘reminder’ of a 12-gauge shotgun nearby in the kitchen, only a peck of a kiss on the cheek when our dating was done.

Deborah’s parents were of the old, old school where dating was concerned.

And mind you, when we went on our ‘dates’ the mother or father came along, her dad Jefferson was more permitting and open when out of sight of her mother; he allowed us to hug and kiss, discretely pretending that such was not going on in his sight by walking off or looking away for a time. I have to admit, he was the more understanding of the two.

I on the other hand, had been raised by a single father, my mother having died when I was seven; and thus was of a more ‘open’ mindset to dating and such; though dad always said ‘treat any lady with the honor she deserves; always be open and answer her with the truth, and be polite or I will turn the dogs on you.”

The last part he meant in partial jest as we only had a pair of little Chihuahuas that slept all day given any opportunity.

So I had begun dating Deborah at the sweet age of 15 for me, she being the ‘older woman’ of 16; and for five years this continued. She grew into the perfect dream of a woman any man could desire, a lady with waist length blond hair, the texture of it such that it shined almost golden in any light, her lips of ruby red, and a slim body that curved in all the right ways. Every time she came around me I just wanted to have my hands all over her; and if given the chance to bed her I probably would have in a heartbeat.

However, we had agreed early on in our dating to wait for any kind of ‘playing’ or other activities beyond holding hands or a peck on the cheek or a gentle hug until we got hitched. It was hard for me, and she said at times the same for her, but I agree that the wait was more than worth it. She is the one partner for me and me for her.

Our marriage was done before a justice of the peace, much to the fuming, anger filled retorts of her mother (which is why we did it, so as to get out from under her dominance once and for all), and then came the first night we would be together.

I was as nervous as anything, wondering if I could even perform as a husband is supposed to; one thing her father said though to me when he figured out we were going to elope a few days before hand was this…

“On your wedding night, understand, don’t expect or try for perfection. It’s the first page in the rest of your lives together. Be there for her and her for you, it will work out in time.”

Good advice and I still was as nervous as anything while waiting for Deborah to come out of the shower. I had done so earlier, and waited with my robe on (of course nothing but boxers on beneath) in our motel room; and when she came out I felt as if heaven had descended from above and walked into my world.

She came out of the shower wearing only a white cotton robe, trimmed in fake animal fur; it hugged her body perfectly!

We snuggled and enjoyed the freedom of exploring each others bodies. It was strange to realize that after years of restraint, now we were free to do whatever we wanted. After stroking her breasts and kissing her all over, I clumsily tried to guide my erect manhood between her legs, looking for her opening. The more I botched the effort, the more embarrassed I became, and the more I expect her to laugh or say something. Nope, not Deborah, she sweetly gave me directions ("up a little higher...to the left now...) until I was lined up.

I pushed in slowly as she groaned softly. There was of course the moment of breaking her cherry, which caused her to cringe in pain for a time; that was the one moment of the night I wish I could have avoided for her, to see such beauty have to bear pain for even a moment.

But what a feeling it was to be inside of her for the first time ever!

My manhood was sending sensory overload to my brain!

I thrust in and out about a dozen times until I hit my release inside of her!

As I caught my breath, I noticed Deborah was crying. Frightened, I asked her what was wrong for I thought I had permanently maimed my wife!

She assured me everything was fine, she was crying for joy that I had come! I guess I had a sheepish grin on my face right afterward, as she laughed and cried in delight, kissed me and fell into my arms once again.

For her, I worked my fingers along the hidden mysteries of her womanhood; following her advice on where and how to touch each location she wanted, until she hit her climax.

Since then we have learned a lot and I am able to pleasure my wife much better. She's the best thing that has ever happened to me. We will celebrate our anniversary in a couple months.


(fin)

[ELaken-Palmer]

Very good, as usual. Not the best, mind you. But very good and, for you, that's better than average. Keep 'em cumming!

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[snowleopard3200]

Originally Posted by ELaken-Palmer

Very good, as usual. Not the best, mind you. But very good and, for you, that's better than average. Keep 'em cumming!

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Doing the best I can ELP, there is only so much material I get sent for these stories (the stories worth posting on the forum thread here), so the quality may not always be of the "Latina hot" or "Incineration" level all of the time.

I had one e-mailed to me a few days ago of 50 pages of errors, swearing and outright vulgarities so profain I just dumped it into oblivion after the fifth page. Even I have limits as to what I will take into account for this thread.

[ringa185]

sexyyyyy hott

[snowleopard3200]

Looks like Ringa185 has gone over the horizon.