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My Carnal Days With Coffee Date November 8, 2015 E.L. WOOD The Carnal Days of “V” So many things have gone down…and…SOME…had not. Every last thing you can imagine is “in play!” The field had become nearly empty, and then confused once more. Who would happen first? Who would come and who would not? Everything I had planned was now “in play.” In confusion and frustration, SO I fantasized the date that was to be but wasn’t………..yet. Coffee Date Like a lot of things between singles, my relationship with V began slowly and innocently on the Internet. You came from afar, and I lived in the Southeast. Our notes began shyly and then mounted in depth and revelation. We discovered so many things about each other. I came to call you early in the morning and late at night, when you were in your bed. I loved the sleepy tone of your voice and the way you would yawn and stretch in the morning and tease me at night. But mostly in the morning, for I could almost feel you stretching and mewing into my ear as you came dreamily awake into my phone. It wasn’t until I finally flew you here to understand the ins and outs of our real estate situation that we finally met in person. It was over coffee that our relationship truly began. We met over in an upscale shopping center. We found a table at Dean and De Lucas and ordered coffee. The conversation just flowed and I am still struck by the brilliance of it. We discuss God and how we feel about that. You are adamant about Jesus, I think of him as cool but not God. We talk of Paul, the over-achiever, that latter day Electronic Evangelist and his influence on the early church. I think that Paul got it all wrong, and you think that he got most of it right. We wrangle, then stop, and then agree to disagree. We skirt “reality” and the functions of sub-atomic particles and just what is “matter” anyway? Then we move onto Shakespeare and Updike, discuss their various “parts”, and no one is safe. “Catcher in the Rye”? “Have you read it”? Of course you did. Both Salinger and I are impressed. The ebb and the flow of the conversation are bracing, much like a salt spray in the face while walking through swirling surf. I haven’t felt so at ease in the company of a woman in ages. I haven’t had such a conversation with anyone in ages. I am entranced…but then I let go, and fully become myself. We finish our drinks and go for a walk. The splashy fountain sings its single song we walk by, and it sings to us only. I feel as if we’re in some kind of bubble of time and that the world has ceased to turn on its axis. The world as we know it has taken on a very different hue. The colours are more involved, more saturated somehow, and the whole range of the spectrum has shifted into a golden hue that tinges this whole afternoon into a chiaroscuro of playing lights and darks through the images of shadow and the leaves that wrote them at our feet. I find my hand in yours and wonder how it got there, because I am not conscious of reaching for it. And it fits so well. I cannot tell where your hand begins or mine ends. Neither hot, nor cold, they seem to meld. Our easy gait matches thigh to thigh as we swing through the artificial arbor…everything seems effortless. We sit on a bench, the lunch hour passes, we are mostly alone, and we talk. We talk of love, of need, of desire. We talk of our plans and what we’d like for the rest of our lives. We are facing each other and the animation of your gentle features has me fascinated. The colour of your skin is that of a fresh cut peach swimming in Pet Milk. I cannot help but reach out and trace the outline of your face…my fingers running from your gently throbbing temple along your jaw and to your chin. Gently, my two fingers touch your lips, and. You gently but insistently capture one between your lips and gently bite it with your white teeth and hold it tentatively as your eyes look directly into mine. I am transfixed. I can feel a “frisson” of pleasure run from my fingertips then up my arm, electric, up and down my spine and explode in the base of my brain. My breath comes short, and hard. Eyes on mine you hold the finger in your lips and then drop it. We move towards each other as one. Our eyes are open and we drink deeply of the pools of our souls as our arms encircle each other for our first embrace. Gently our lips brush as I feel you come deftly into my arms and then enfold me into yours. More insistently, our next kiss comes and I can feel you gently catch my lower lip in your teeth and then the other. Now our lips seal one upon another and I can feel the warm, moist dart of your tongue between my opened lips and I taste you for the first time. You are all sugar and mint. You are the taste, texture and flavour of some bygone time. Your essence wafts about me, the flora of you has me drunk and reeling in it. Were I to merely exist at the touch of our lips, I would be content to die right then and there, in your arms. You do not end it there. Deftly you bring the full thrust of your breasts, deliberately, into my chest and I am fully aware of the fullness of your gift. You are giving me the full measure of your womanhood as if saying, “Here, here they are, now what”? The world closes down. It is just you and I, locked into our time, our continuum. Closer our embrace becomes and tighter yet. I can feel the full flooding of my senses as my manhood becomes aroused. The liquors that flood my body, and all of my being at this point, are delicious and highly prized. No longer a raw youth brimming with hormones and sweaty need…this man requires more, so much more now, to bring forth those things that happened so spontaneously when young. Yes, my manhood is becoming erect and I secretly glory in the feelings your embrace is affording me. You do not know just how hard this gift comes for me. You do not know of this secret erection. So far, it is my dark prize and my covert thrill. Almost no one affects me this way, anymore, but you do not know that. Yet. We break away, and look sheepishly about. The world is still with us and we are not alone. Your breath is coming in short delicious pants and my manhood is swollen, growing harder and thicker with every second. We both know that we will need to move elsewhere if we want to continue this. And this then becomes the question that always comes at this point…do we want to continue this? I look with one question only into your eyes and you into mine. I can tell, and the answer is a gentle “yes.” I gently pull you to your feet and lead you to my car. Somehow our feet move of themselves to the parking lot and towards the Roadster, Blood-Red and obvious. I hold the door for you and look away, as would any gentleman. You slide awkwardly into the passenger side, your stylishly short skirt riding high on your thighs and me knowing that I would have gotten a short glimpse of your panties had I not averted my eyes. This chivalry was not “lost” on you. I can sense the appreciation that you send my way. I know that it’s not as if you don’t want me to see your nether parts, but that you want to grant that gift when and where you think right, and this time was not the time nor this place, the place. I know that this prize is not yet mine to enjoy. Now it starts, the dance of desire moves and evolves. We move forward. We drive slowly but purposely towards my place, a simple Ranch Style home that I’d taken soon after my separation and the sale of the “big house”, the house that had held what had once been marital love and devotion. No more. To take my time I drive you by the first house I had had built in this town that I called mine. I also drive you by the “big house”, the marital house. It’s as if to say, “See me. I am secure. I am substantial. I am for real.” You looked upon these houses with some curiosity, but with a languid calm that disguised the rushing turmoil beneath your taut tan lines. You were waiting for that drive home, to my place, the place I now called home. No special house, no name, no memories and no roots, a place to be while waiting to “be” once more. A place to “become.” Up the drive and into the garage, now, I was struck by the ordinariness of it all. I take you quickly about, show you the deck, the yard, the inherited bounty of flowers that I did not plant and but little cared for. You like the lot. Then the inside, the boys’ rooms, the master bed and bath. I think the austerity of it all; the flat white paint and the clean lines impress you. Everything very utilitarian, everything very Separation Chic, the stuff left over after all the stuff is split up, once and for all, some to her place and some to mine. We did not fight my “ex” and I, over “stuff”. Stuff just wasn’t that important. I had already lost everything that mattered to me, what did furniture matter? But in the end, what was left was enough. We settle down into the large, leather couch. I feel awkward as I move about to fill your glass and to start the CD player. Our drinks in hand, we take just a few moments to adjust to our surroundings. I take diet cola and you a glass of Zinfandel. I feel awkward as I move about to fill your glass and to start the CD player. Esteban fills the room with the rich strains of his classical guitar. A man with a lot of talent and too much time on his hands. His work fills the room. We don’t say anything for some time. Somehow it’s an entirely different room now that you’re in it. In that room we are simply us, and we are alone. We look at each other. Grown ups and we both feel sheepish. We both have almost grown,<b> teenagers </font></b>on the brink of flight. All parties overly but not overtly eager for the flight to begin. It’s an unspoken thought, but there nonetheless. Intermission now over, the dance begins its slow promenade once more. I attempt a joke by saying that when I was a , I had to hide from my parents when I had a girl over to the house and now that I am a parent, I have to hide from my ! You laugh softly and the colour comes to your smooth taut cheeks. Your skin has captured me entirely. I feel as if I am staring. But I cannot pry my eyes from the richness of your skin; it’s colour and the taut character of its display. My senses are swimming in a flood of visual sensations, and once again the image of fresh cut peaches floating in a bowl of newly opened Pet Milk come to mind. It’s a crude, hand thrown bowl that I think of now, something that my grandmother had owned and I wish that you could see it too and see what it means to me. I want you to see how it feels, how it once tasted and how good it was just to be there. These are thoughts that I cannot say, not just yet. I sit next to you. We are very close now. We have had plenty of time to think about what had happened out by the fountain. We both know that the next few moments are crucial. What will we become, and onto what irrevocable path will our lives step forward? The unspoken question hangs there. The spectre of things to come, just sits there in that narrow space between us and time stops. “Are you comfortable?” I ask. “Yes, very.” You say, your shining, deep eyes into mine. I take a very deep breath. Slowly, and deliberately, I take your glass of wine from you and set it down on the coffee table. We look into each other’s eyes. I pull you gently into my arms and you come easily and willingly. Yet, this kiss is somehow awkward and constrained. “Wait a minute,” you say and begin to shrug off your blazer. I help as you arch your back and give me the full dose of your breasts, straining at your blouse and filmy brassiere. I can see your nipples pushing at the gauzy material, your breasts seem so much larger now but your nipples are a surprise, small, pert and very pronounced. I know that you are doing this “display” just for me, just for my benefit alone. You want me to want you and I do, oh yes, I do. With your blazer gone, you fall more comfortably into my arms and our lips touch while our eyes remain locked onto each other’s. That s so sensual! To look so deeply into your eyes as our lips touch, my tongue gently tracing the outlines of your lips and yours teasingly, darting in and out of my mine. I trace the outline of your elfin ears and the smooth contour of your jaw with just two fingers. I can feel the full thrust of your tits against my hard chest. As you shift slightly I can sense your giving me the full benefit of each full mound. You’re vamping me and I love it! Slowly, I let my fingers drift down the hollows of your neck and then gently push back the filmy fabric of your blouse to one side as I place one feathery kiss after another on the fragrant hollows of your neck and shoulders. I can feel you react to each kiss, a releasing of tension and then another push as you react to each separate touch, a push and release of tension with each kiss. The flora of your body wafts up to me as I sense your rising need and growing flow of desire. I cannot feel it, but I know instinctively that your womanly flow of desire is beginning to lubricate your delicate mons and every silken tuft there. It’s such a delicate balance. The rise and fall of each kiss becomes a rhythmic meter of desire as our bodies move even closer and strive to fit ever more sensually together. I can feel your thighs gradually part as my knee gently moves and pushes them apart to gain deeper purchase of you. You give ground slowly but deliberately. I can sense the power of you as we gently begin the ebb and flow of nearly imperceptible thrusts. With barely a move I can feel you shift the tilt of your mound to bear harder on my growing member. I can feel your need seeking out my heat. I feel my manhood growing in strength and need. I have not felt such power in so long a time that I cannot believe it’s actually mine, but oh yes, it is, it’s back, and it’s wonderful. I look at you with something very much akin to awe. What are you? Who are you? What manner of wonder witch are you? Am I this entranced? Yes. I am. And I know it. I stop kissing you and look into your eyes. You gaze deeply into mine. I feel completely yours. “I want to touch your breasts,” I barely breathe. You slowly nod your assent. You have That Look. It’s a look that can shake a man down to his core. Caught in the Amber of Time, it’s a look that seeks nothing and sees everything. A look that sees the future of born, of spouses buried, and the warm weariness of so long a life. Your eyes are full of that vacant space that says to a man, “Come in, come in, and be one with me”. It was the look you could “fall very deeply into”, if you weren’t careful, but I have no intention of being careful, not this time. Very slowly I begin to gently mold each of your generous orbs. Slowly and deliberately cupping each full mound, I ignite the heat of your desire. Your pert nipples perk up saucily and I gently squeeze both of them. Even more slowly now, and savouring each priceless second I begin to unbutton your pure white silken blouse. Our eyes are open. We can’t stop looking at each other. I undo each button slowly and deliberately, giving you every chance to say “Stop” as each button gives way. I know that whatever our fate as a man and woman, that this moment is completely priceless and I want to remember every second. And yet, I know that I cannot, because I am so completely “in this moment”, so much “with” you. I know, that at this moment, I can love you and irrevocably so. As your blouse falls apart, the white sheen of your minimal brassiere practically stuns me in its fullness and its roundness. Its cups barely hold back the bounty of your breasts. The pure white cotton, filled with your bunnies, make me think of virgins, of sacrifice, and of blood. My blood surges even harder to my manhood now. Then, the full power of your personal perfume, the flora of your body washes full flood about me, engulfs me and I feel positively drunk, swept gloriously away and drowning in the ocean that is you. Again, I teeter on the vertiginous edge of your endless brown eyes and search them deeply and carefully as our lips go for each other in hunger and desire. I can feel you begin to run your hands up and down my back, tracing a line down my spine and then gently beginning to find the curve of my hard buttocks, and test the tenseness of my muscles there. To pleasure your boldness I gently thrust my member against your mons and give you the full benefit of my muscles tensing and moving beneath the rude denim. I feel your breath coming quicker and your tongue cooling on mine. The surest of all body signs, I feel your need mounting ever higher. I know that you want me now. You are mine. Pulling slightly back, I cup your full, firm breast with my right hand and then gently push the flimsy gauze of your brassier back and away from your left breast. I love the ‘catch’ in your breath as I bring bare your sweetmeats into the cool air. Your nipples harden as I slip my hand between the cup and your right breast, deftly bringing its fullness to view. With the material pulled back and your bounty supported by nothing more than the under-wires, I marvel at your perfect bunnies and the perfection of each of your dark nipples, hardened like rare and perfectly shaped raisons of need. I hesitate only long enough to drink in the wondering look in your eyes and place a quick reassuring kiss on your lips. Then quickly drop my head downward once more and there take possession of your pert, nubbins. Oh the taste of your nipples! You’re all honey and salt as I greedily lick and suck each straining sweetmeat to a hardened rosebud of perfection. I bury my head between your breasts and draw in deeply the full flora of your body. A pungent musk of arousal now seasons the space around us and I sense the urgent scent of a woman in heat. A complete drunkard now, I cannot get enough of that fragrance that is you. I must drink again and drink deeply. I feel myself drawn back into some five-year-old space. A some place where the grass was so green that it made you want to lay down in it and just roll! The air so clean you could taste it. A sky so Carolina blue you couldn’t look at it without breaking into tears. Some place where your heart would stop, and then break into a gazillion pieces. Some place like home. Some place wonderful and you had brought me there. As I gently but hungrily lick at each straining orb, I feel your mini-thrusts against my manhood, your hands slipping under my shirt and rudely pulling it up. You want my chest against your breasts. I move quickly and it’s off. You arch your bunnies up to press yourself completely and fully against me. The dance is on now and we are fully engaged. The tempo is quickening and we are moving hastily just to keep up. Our need is now taking on a substance and life of its own. Your right hand is gently but firmly massaging and cupping my tight hips, thrilling me as you boldly feel for every contour, and every taut muscle. Then this same adventurous hand seeks out the deep cleft between my glutes, searches out just the right spot, and there! Your fingers press hard against my “button”, plunging, causing me to jerk in surprise. But this is not all, for it is your left hand that is diving between our hot crucibles of need and seeking out my manhood. I feel you move your left hand down over my naked my stomach and below my belt. I move slightly to give your small, delicate hand deliberate purchase of my growing member. I feel you eagerly find the hard outline of my pulsating member and cradle it gently in an underhanded grip, first tentatively and then with quickening need and greed. I groan, and cannot help it. I can feel my first crystal clear emissions, knowing soon that my briefs will bear wet witness to your skill. You’re squeezing it now, feeling its hardness, its length and its girth. Your face tells me that you are much pleased with it. Your smile is as secret as it is shy, and yet it’s as lewd as a smirking skank in full heat. I back away from you slightly to see how far your skirt has run up, and here it is, way past your thigh-high stockings (real seams no less), and I stop dead. Those panties at which I may have only glimpsed briefly a scant hour before are now fully given up to me. The full open view of your white cotton bikinis stuns me. The purity of your panties and the fullness of your womanhood hidden there take my breath away. Nothing on Earth could be that white! Newer than brand-new I feast on the briefs that hold your secrets, your womanhood, your fully thrust-ed mons. A shape that in and by itself screams of Lust, Need and Seed. I take in the gentle slope of your tummy and the dipping ride down the full flare of your “Vee.” Your little peach halves push against the thin cotton, straining to reveal themselves. I marvel at you and the jutting thrust of your sex hidden in these bleach white bikinis. Your thighs are a delight above the black stockings. So smooth and how soft they look; I want to write our life’s story on them. Then in the cloven cleft of your peach halves I can sense the beginnings of your own moist flux, love honey starting to flow fully. I can smell the musky flora of you and if I were merely drunk before, now I am drugged! The full double shot, and I am overdosed…on you. Slyly, just to bring us to a boil, you cock up your left leg and bring into full sight the complete outline of your mons in those cotton briefs. I can just barely see a sparse sprig here and there of black silken tufts just barely hinting at the edges of your panty lines. Your cunny is now in full relief against your left thigh. My hand moves slowly and gently towards it. The look in your eyes beckons me but your left hand is busy at the belt of my denims. Quickly, I undo my belt and help you with the old-fashioned studs. Our hands fumble over each other as your hand dives for my thick member. You greedily pull at the tight waistband of my briefs and try to push them aside. When that doesn’t serve, I lift my bum into the air and spread my thighs hard against my denims while you pull the offending elastic out and down over the brick thick column of my lust. Like sin unleashed my turgid thickness springs loose with a satisfying slapping sound and the cool air feels like a tonic on my hot, moist skin. Then urgently, and not too gently, you pull the taut elastic band down and over the hard sac. Now you have me completely at your command, all of my manhood hung hotly, tight as a sling-shot, and a ready weapon of lust. The first touch of your small cool hand on my hot naked member brings me to a ‘catch’ in my breath. My stomach convulsively jerks as my body reacts and my erection arches even harder. I try to pause just to savour this moment in time, to enshrine it in my memory, but I know that I cannot. I am too much here, too much with you, too much with us. You waste no time. Deftly, you run your thumb and forefinger over the silken tip of me and quickly lubricate the head with my crystal drops, testimonial emissions of my need for you. Quickly and expertly you begin to spread my sweet liquor not only over the sensitive tip but all around the crown, the ridge below it and then down my swollen shaft. Rhythmically your hand begins to stroke my shaft, cleverly in the beginning giving just enough of a squeeze at just the right time to tickle my swollen head causing it to further emit more crystal drops of lubricant to spread upon my hot eager shaft. Not only do you stroke it all the way down to my tight sac, but back all the way to the top again to use your much too clever hand to spread and tickle my head with the slick rough ridges of the palm of your hand. All the while, you gaze directly into my eyes and tell me how beautiful you think my it is, how you admire its full head and how delicately crafted its velvet crown and silken ridges. Your nasty love-talk causes my manhood to swell even more and you can feel me grow as I arch eagerly into your subtle slippery grip. You reply with an appreciative “ooooooooh,” as beneath your clever grip you can feel the blood pulsing in my shaft and you know that I am beginning to “build.” As I kneel above you, I can feel the building of my hot shot deep within my loins. Your right hand leaves my bum for the moment and begins to gently write love runes on the insides of my wide spread thighs. Then you get really clever as you began to tickle the bottom of my Bully bag, taut with need and desire, you know that it is full for you. You play with each of my treasures, teasing them one at a time. You suck each one, gently, one at a time into your mouth and hold them there. I cannot breath. My sac is ablaze with the heat and pressure of silvery sweet treasure, just for you. Astride you as I am, I feel like some kind of large cat, a very large, wild cat, with his parts fully exposed to you. You, nothing more than delicate, vulnerable goddess who controls him completely, stroking and fondling his parts at will as he hangs transfixed over you, unable to move, unable to spring. He and his ample feline parts are yours, yours to do with, as you will. “These have GOT to come off,” you announce. “What!” I nervously pant, “What’s ‘GOT to’ come off?” I am still, very much, in the large cat mode. “These, silly,” you vogue up at me, smile, while lewdly tugging on my denims. How can I argue? I arise from my four-point stance and quickly undo the offending studs, shuck off my shoes and then peel off my denims. The briefs are left for you. I stand, fully erect, member, and sac at attention in front of your admiring face, eyes greedily on my manhood one-second and then back to mine. You reach up with both hands and slowly draw the tight elastic band down over my hips, thighs and down around my calves. In so doing, I feel the silken brush of your long black hair against my member and freely swinging ‘nads, greatly rucked though they are. Stepping out of them, I stand fully naked in front of you. You reach for me with both hands and clasp my naked hips and hold them tightly, squeezing them while your eyes lock down hard on mine and I can feel your heat and your admiration. Yes, and some pride is in there too. It sounds “bad”, I know, but I feel pride at this moment, proud of my throbbing manhood, my stiffness arching out a good eight inches into the cool night air. I feel proud of my body; its tight muscles, small butt and rock like thighs. Most of all, I feel good about us. Somehow you are bringing back the kind of blood flooded desire I have not felt since the last time my “ex” freely took me, took me full of love, and took me fully in lush abandon. In other words, it had been a long time, a very long time, and now, here we are. With groaning exclamations of total carnal bliss, you bring me to the very edge and then suspend me there. Your hands and fingers hold me in complete control. I am completely and rigidly enthralled by you. You play me like a fine but aboriginal instrument. I feel as if I am on some Carnival ride, barely hanging on, with just the slightest of grips, on the very outside of the ride and about to be slung out into the unsuspecting night. I cannot stop the small thrusts of my loins as I seek to meet the rhythmic ministrations of your hands and the “job” you’re doing on me. Quickly, sensing the mounting tension in my scrotum, you kiss the tip of my John Thomas and give it a short lick around its sensitive ridge and stand up. I jerk as you do that, and involuntarily so. I feel as if my member must be arching out at least a half an inch more, stretching as it was into the cool night air. “Let’s go to your room,” you whisper. I can only nod, and barely nod at that. You step out of your short skirt, take off your brassiere and stride into the master bedroom wearing only your sand white panties, black, thigh high stockings (with seams no less) and spikes. I follow. Enjoying the sight of your plum shaped ass and the show you are putting on in those stockings and heels. Both of your rollicking hips are cleanly shaped in the white cotton. The cleft of your tight bum is clearly defined as the line runs up the back of the snug briefs. I want to bite those little rickey rolls of flesh that barely escape the snug elastic bottoms of your panties, showing me where the real rise of your beautiful ass begins. And I think to myself (when I can remember to think), “I can’t remember the last time I saw a woman strut like that. I can’t remember the last time I felt like a cat on a leash, and a short leash at that.” Docile, but ready, I follow you into what was once my bedroom. THE END….ALMOST 2/22/15 But the field has changed, and the “letters” abound. V is off doing something on her own, totally useless, for now. T is here but not here. And Rio is coming to town. There is still L, but who knows what she is? She contacted me! ’L,’ a cipher if ever there was one. And then, there’s “J” from the Far East………… THE END THE SHIP OF DESIRE December 12, 2015 E.L. WOOD My days with V were short but filled. Filled with enough memories to last any man of the world a reasonable life-time. She held nothing back, and even when out of her sight she faithfully, almost sadistically told me all. Not one shudder of desire, or cry of joy was omitted. It added to our experience, as many times she told me of her undertakings while astride my loins working me hard…her own words bringing her off more times than mine….and then triggering me. It was no more than two nights out and we were already the most talked about couple on board. We were neither the youngest nor the most attractive, but everyone watched us. The Maître d’ hotel of the only good restaurant on board had claimed us as his own and we waited nor wanted for anything and were always seated whenever and where ever we wished, but I am ahead of myself. First Night, we took our obligatory seats at the Main Dining Salon along with a gaggle of other couples, perhaps six pairs in all. There was the usual assemblage of the “older” and “new” but mostly old. We came last in order to be seen. I was in my “preppie, post-grad drag;” navy blazer, white shirt, rep tie, and khakis. You were in your black Mao silk dress, short sleeved, body hugging with the slit all the way “up to there.” Hair, long, jet black and thick, with Betty Paige bangs that almost hid your almond eyes, black as the dress you were wearing…. lips a gash of gaga red. Long black gloves that came up to your elbow, looking as if you sprayed them on. The talk stopped mid syllable as we strolled up, in our wake, a room…full of staring heads slowly turning back to their menus. White-haired wives staring “daggers” at their aged hubbies….I had to smile inside. I held your chair, as our table covertly surveyed us. It would be the only night we were there. You could almost weigh the hopeful anticipation of the “old” and the “new” as they savored the possibilities of us being there every night. Someone Interesting, someone to add spark to their dull, predictable chatter…and they were wrong. “Daggers” again from the aged hags burned into the skulls of their ancient husbands and a short, pointed “dig” into the ribs of our “mark.” A freshly minted couple if my guess was correct. They were the only couple of youth at our table. Both were blond and ruddy-cheeked, a hint of tanned skin showing. I knew they would be ours. (We’ll call him) “Chad,” could not help staring and “Jessica” was smoldering. Your eyes focused on him and I could almost feel his erection from across the table. The jaded blue innocence of his eyes were transfixed….Jessica had to look away. I could see her nipples harden beneath her white tropic blouse, so perfectly boring but complementing the white slacks she wore. They were just all blond, blue-eyed, and decked in white…. perfect. Jessie looked at you and asked where we were from. You slowly unlocked your sex charm stare from Chad and regarded her. Your face passive, the question lingering in the air (it’s fate much in doubt). You observed her as if a Spaniel had asked you to pass its water bowl. “Dubai,” you barely breathed at her. Jessica barely recognizing the word, I chimed-in adding just a hint of Brit to confuse the issue, “It IS where they keep the money, you know.” You could almost see the confusion in their vapid faces. It would be a long night. The next afternoon, we brought ourselves down to the adult section (more or less) of the sun deck and pool area on board. There were two hot tubs that already contained more aging, fat infested flesh than I’d really care to mention. It was barely One O’clock in the sunny afternoon and already the bozos and bozo-ritas where whooping it up on cheap-ass beer (a tip o’ the hat to Jimmy Buffet). We came wearing pure white terry cloth robes…the conversation slowing then stopping as we claimed ownership of two chaise lounge chairs. You could tell that they were waiting, wives already watching both us and their flabby hubby’s as we settled-in. Missing not for a moment our “marks” off in the furthest corner from the tubs of human trash…Chad and Jessica. I was out of my robe quickly and we could almost hear a release of breath- held from the wives…nothing special here in me, just conservative trunks, stopping mid-thigh, yet well fitted to my form, a form much better than those of their beer swilling mates. “Wait till they see it after I shower-off,” I thought when the khaki material becomes a lot more revealing. You, on the other hand were on display, and of course you knew it well. First letting the bright white robe slip just off your shoulders revealing nothing more than two brilliant yellow straps, the front parting just so, a tanned thigh, a well turned calf, and all eyes on you save those stunned by alcohol from the night before, and unconscious. Turning forward to the deck above, as if looking for someone, your demon green (new contacts) eyes shining through the fringe you were making sure Chad’s eyes had come up over the edge of his paper-back…Jessica was watching and obvious about it. You let the robe fall artfully into my hands knowing that they’d be there. A collective, sharp intake of breath as the chubby hubby’s took full notice of the small triangles in brilliant, Piper Yellow, two barely covering the aureoles, and hard brown nipples of your small, pert, perfectly shaped breasts, and the last a delta of thin cotton, barely a nod to decency, covering your obviously well shaved pubis. When soaked your labia would be completely revealed, and the lack of silky cover shown bravely. Finally, the beer drinkers began to breathe again…Chad getting a well-aimed dig from Jessica, yet not clever enough to hide her own secret lust. We were well on our way. “I think one more dinner with the Common Folk is in order?” I asked. You nodded assent. Glancing from time to time to make sure Chad was surreptitiously copping a “look” at your well shaped and jutting mons. Chad had an erection beneath his bozo shorts and Jessica’s nipples were hard…V was happy. I awoke, hard as a rock and thick as a brick. V was gone, and I was alone. I began to idly stroke myself missing her softness next to me. I reasoned that she had gone up for early buffet and coffee. I slipped on some head phones and propped-up a tablet to watch V masturbate herself. I grew that much harder and thicker…my cock arching now. I began to stroke more earnestly now, edging the head and bringing up the pre-cum. The sounds of V’s groans drowned-out the light knock of the house girl….she opened the door without me seeing or hearing caught my rampant cock head-on as I stared at the tablet and continued to jerk my hand up and down my shaft. I noticed her! Her slanted, oriental eyes widened and her mouth assumed the classic “O.” She blushed, brought her hand to her mouth and closed the door. Not before she’d gotten a good look, though. I was amused. I enjoy it when women admire and stare at my penis. It only served to enflame my desire. I was jerking that much more when V opened the door with out knocking. “And there you are.” she said. “Getting ready? Good!” She bolted the door shut and opened her suit case. She threw me the black “helmet.” “Put this on,” she commanded and I slipped into the well-worn discipline helmet with a small red ball for my mouth. She began to quickly shuck her clothes. As I adjusted the black leather helmet, she got completely naked and began to step into her “strap-on” penis. A clever device that had a semi-soft rubber penis (made from an impression of my engorged manhood) on the “business end” and another ever more clever bulge-ended device that would insert itself just inside her cunt ring to stimulate her g-spot and cunny as she thrust the dildo into the orifice she desired most. I didn’t have that long to wait to find out which orifice she wanted. “On your back and spread’em!” she commanded. Doing as she said, she quickly mounted that small bed and placed her knees between my spread thighs. Roughly she shouldered my legs-up thighs over her shoulders and pushed my willing thighs back…hard. They were around my ears. Taking just a moment to tease my swollen “yoni-hole” she started to ease her wand into my anus. She took her time, allowing the “toy” to slowly fill my anus as she lowered herself onto my chest and stomach. My swollen penis was against her tummy now. As she began her slow thrusting movements I could feel the head of my cock against her belly…she licked my nipples and kissed me deeply. Her thrusts began to quicken, and I could feel her “building.” Her small pert breasts pushed against my chest, her nipples hard as Goodyear Rubber. My cock was growing more sensitive as the fake balls hit me in my “taint” and the ersatz head plunged rhythmically into me. As V got closer, her pupils dilated, and with a quick flurry of thrusts she pegged both me and herself….then came…hard….in a gush. Her last thrust slamming into me deeply. I felt my own climax flood our bodies, bellies pressed close. V kissed me deeply as her internal shock waves rippled through her whole body….my penis jerking against her tummy and my hands holding her ripe buttocks pulling her deep inside my body. My cum flooded over our belly’s and thighs. I had completely surrendered unto her, I don’t think I could have loved her more than I did that very moment. Slowly coming-to she looked into my eyes….”We have to plan this carefully,” she said. Her body un-wound from mine and the “penis’ popped out of me as she eased her hips from my widely spread legs. “You mean about Chad and Jessica?” I asked. “Yes, I want to take him completely and corrupt him beyond his wildest imagination!” “I will fuck his every hole, and then make him take your penis inside his “yoni” and inside his mouth.” “I expect you to cum on command and make him swallow it,” she said. Breathing very hard, and flushed in her face, I knew V wanted this young man, badly. “And Jessica?” I asked. “Do what you will,” she said…I may want to totally yank the rug out from beneath her silly world too!” “Don’t you want to ‘peg’ her?” I wondered aloud. “Maybe, but I want to subjugate Chad entirely, him and his whole privileged world view. I want him to beg for my cunt, and be willing to eat a mile of my shit just to see where it comes from!” “He’ll need to suck you and rim you too!” She blurted. “Oh my!” I said. “You DO want him don’t you?” “I want his total humiliation, is what I want!” “You can fuck Jessica while I peg his ass with my strap-on, and when I’m through you can roughly pop your cock out of Jessica, and peg his liquid yoni-hole while she watches! Try to have her right on the edge of cuming. I want her to feel all the loss and the humiliation too.” “We WILL have to think this thing through,” I said. It was approaching Dinner Time, and we had to make ready. I thought about where we would dine that evening. And how. Dressing was important. I decided on the worn corduroy jacket for myself, complete with leather patches on the elbows, a Brooks Bros. classic button-down Tattersall and well worn knit tie. Pants, well worn and faded blue jeans Oh yes, the pièce de résistance, horn-rimmed glasses. Perfect Post Grad Teaching Assistant, English Lit. Gnawing a knuckle you were lost in thought as to your “identity” for that night. “It’s simple,” I said, “you’ll go blonde, and you’ll go ’Suzy Sorority!’ You nodded, eagerly. You dressed quickly and as you turned to gain my measured approval, but I switched from Sub to Dom. It caught you totally off-guard. “On your back, cunt, and shut your nasty eyes!” Obediently you fell meekly onto our bed with your heels in the air, knees bent, skirt awry, and your cotton white panties sparkling with virginal purity. I roughly jerked the fully curved delta of your panty crotch away and inserted BOB. You felt him slip in but I could tell that you had no idea which one of our devices I’d used. Your puzzled look confirmed my desire to confuse you. “Perfect,” I thought…this WILL come together nicely. Entering the less common Dining Salle; the Maître d’ hotel, was beside himself with obsequiousness. With hungry eyes, and quivering torso, he knew it was us, but to others we may’ve been a mystery. Especially since you’d donned the blonde, shoulder length, done weekly wig, and looked as fresh as a spring Peach, all crème, and ruddy cheeked good health….knee length gray pleated skirt, navy knee socks and Bass Penny Loafers. The brilliant white button-down long sleeve blouse (not forgetting the tartan bow) completed the ensemble…., and the Sorority Pen hung tastefully over your left nipple…no bra, “the girls” erect….of course. The perfect Under-grad Co-ed. We walked the Salle, and as we did, heads turned and eyes stared. Some knew it was “us” but most did not. Chad and Jessica were watching discreetly. They too had dumped that common Mess Hall where the “others” went nightly. They knew it was us, mostly by recognizing me. Chad could not believe your transformation. Jessica could care less, she was devouring my get-up and what it meant. She was remembering something, fondly. Once seated, our two place setting a public desire to be both alone and yet on display, I fingered softly the controller to BOB in my pocket. It was important to wait for just the right moment. I could tell that you’d completely gone over to the gentle massage of the double lozenge device now firmly ensconced in your tight cunny. Your dreamy eyes gave you away, just enough sensation, but not too much. That would change. Settled-in now, we looked at our menus and our waiter stood patiently by gazing at the cleft between your thighs as you shifted one knee over the other, giving him a quick glimpse of purest white cotton encased mons. I could almost feel his arousal. We ordered and then it was time to taste the wine. You brought the crystal to your lips after swirling and inhaling the bouquet…I waited until your lips touched the lip and your eyes began to close…..Zing! And Bob delivered one very quick but palpable nibble to your clitty. Your eyes snapped open…wide, and your pupils dilated…..the waiter thought you were about to choke but you caught yourself and with admirable aplomb brought yourself into control once more as your knowing eyes sought mine. You smiled with your eyes and sipped your wine. The waiter visibly relaxed and all was tranquil, for now. The stage was set, and for the rest of the meal I would quietly but effectively race your “engine” to keep your puss’m both warm and wet. I wanted you later, and in doing so, wanted a quick and effortless entry into your love tunnel from any angle and any venue…even if it meant you spread-eagled on the roaring fan-tail of our ship, bum in the air and your thong slipped to the side, my raging penis slipping-in for a quick dip-deposit….your quim oozing cum from my snap shot inside your dripping snatch. And that was the plan, at first, as I marched you out to the fan-tail of our Cruiser. The wind rushing in our ears, your skirt blowing up from time to time revealing your smooth full thighs and bum. As we strolled down the gang-way we stopped in the dark shadows to watch another couple who had our spot. And guess who! Chad and Jessica! Obviously NOT having fun! We watched silently while the scene played out….Chad marching off and Jessica turning away to watch the churning wake. You squeezed my hand, quickly kissed me and peeled-off to catch up with Chad. I slowly moved to Jessica’s side on the rail. She gazed intently at the riotous wake and ignored me. I turned my back to the rail and stared back up at the stacks and waited. In a moment, I knew she’d turn to me and say something…..while at the same time I saw in my mind’s eye your progress through the lower decks as you moved quickly to cut Chad off and waylay him on the way to his cabin. Jessica looked my way, threw her head back and let the slipstream catch her hair in a flowing rush of gold. “Do you have a moment,” she said. Her eyes, dark orbs, boring into mine. “Of course,” I said, as our quarry’s slid down the gossamer web of intrigue we’d set for them. Jessica, was a “font” of the common mistakes and misunderstandings of marriage. A veritable glossary of the most mundane and well-worn saws. I looked intently into her eyes and pretended to listen as her story came tumbling out. Her emotions rose and her voice at the same time….I……..was someplace else. I mentally saw V stalking Chad down the gangways of the lower decks, matching his pace, the surpassing it. Planning her intercept within a hair’s breadth. Chad rounded the final corner to his cabin and ran “tits-on” in to V! V artfully stumbled and sunk to one naked knee. Chad, at first shaken hurried to help her up taking both her trembling hands. She rose uncertainly and shaking. “Are you alright?” he said, concerned at V’s obvious (but clever) agitation. “No!” blurted V, and her lower lip began to tremble, eyes filled with tears and face flushed began to head deck-ward once more. Chad quickly gathered her up, unable to support her with just her hands, he had to wrap his arms about her. V leaned heavily against him, her full breasts pushing against his chest and her crotch hard against his in a feigned swoon. Her face fell against his neck as she began to sob. With blubbering gasps and runny nose V’s body jerked against Chad’s in a way both erotic and pathetic. With each tear-filled sob her hard nipple’d tits pushed against him, her collapsed thighs managing a leg between his and her jutting mons brushing against his rising erection. “Help me to my cabin, it’s right here.” V managed to say. Chad clumsily managed to walk her up to the door and open it. He half walked her and half carried her over to the cabin’s couch, but V violently shook her head. “The bed room,” she whispered. Chad was confused, a cabin with more than just one room? True, it was a suite. A sitting room, two small bedrooms, a bath between and a balcony off the largest bedroom. “Over there, she managed to gulp out, and it was the smallest bedroom, the inside one. Chad maneuvered her onto the bed and stood-up. Not knowing what he was supposed to do next. V’s skirt was up over her cherubic bottom, tight as soccer balls her ass had much to say. Chad could not help but look. V continued to sob softly. “Close the cabin door, come back in here and close this door too….I need to talk.” Doing as he was told, Chad came back to the small bedroom, cursing his rock-hard and oh so obvious erection in his now-too-tight shorts. He closed the bedroom door, noting that V had rolled over onto her back but the pleated co-ed skirt was well up over her panty-line and that the full “delta” of her aggressive mons was fully exposed, encased in alluring white cotton, just one thin layer between her well shaved cunt and his stare. “Sit,” she said and he did, like a school-boy in the head masters office, fully accused and sentenced by his thoughts alone. “Hold me,” she said and she slid into his arms. “But your husband will be back sometime, I’m sure!” he said, already guilty as charged, yet still allowing V to snuggle up to him and throw one naked leg over his. “Hah!” V snapped. “That cock-sucker!? He’s not my ‘husband’…he’s my owner!” Chad had to pull himself back a little to look into her eyes. He was confused as only a White American Male can be, ensconced in his place of Privilege and totally unaware that there is another World…..Out There. “What…what do you mean?” he stammered. Unsure, but totally fascinated. V’s nipples completely erect now, he didn’t know where to look next. “Listen to me!” V commanded and with an artful nose-wipe straight out of Women’s Prep School she began to tell the short version of her story; the heart wrenching story of her Manila Momma, her numerous siblings, the poverty, the hopelessness and then how her “Owner” (me) came on the scene, buying house, car, bestowing monthly allowances, and fully-paid school for her little brothers and sisters. At a virginal 18 years old.…V was the pay-off. Then, finishing the story V collapsed once more into Chad and cuddled-up into his arms. Almost as if by accident her limp hand fell onto his thick erection Jessica was in full voice by this time, and I gently took her hands, drew her unresisting self to me and placed a light finger tip to her lips. She leaned even closer and I could feel her warm breath as she moved herself into me. The fullness of her breasts, and the hardness of her nipples was stunning. She came to me, cunt to my crotch and my growing member. I could feel the slight shaking of her body as she molded herself into me. I tipped her head back and looked into her eyes, pupils fully dilated in the darkness and erotic need. “I think you may need a Brandy,” I said. Jessica did not know shit from Shinola about “Brandy” but she knew that it had to be in my cabin. She swallowed hard, pressed her face into my neck and nodded. We began to walk forward, her hand in mine. “Ohhhhhh so hard,” V bubbled as she seemed to just notice that her hand had “accidentally” found Chad’s throbbing penis, bursting in his scanty briefs. He could feel the wet emission of his precum and could guiltily see the slight wetness beginning to grow there, flowing freely now at the sensitive tip of his cock rod. V greedily took possession of his member in her small hand, her hand dwarfed by the length and breath of it, hard against the thin material of the shorts. She stared at it greedily. We walked along the corridor, hand in hand, and Jessica could not seem to keep her hips from nudging mine as we slowly moved in time together. I pulled her into a darkened nook and gently kissed her very full lips. Greedily her tongue sought mine and drank of me. Her full twat grinding against my hardness. I knew she was mine. We started cabin-ward once more. “About Chad, “ I slowly began, but Jessica snapped, “Forget that little Mama’s Boy! I want a Man!” “And you shall have one,” I said, looking into her eyes, “right now,” and I opened the door my cabin. While easing past the sitting room. And noticing the closed door to V’s little nook, I maneuvered her through my bedroom and then onto the balcony. Jessica knew about balconies, but had never been on one. She was charmed at the view, the gentle ocean breeze, the dark privacy, each balcony having only an ocean view, and nothing more. Chad started to say something, but V had his shorts un-buttoned and was pulling down his tacky Speedo briefs. His cock snapped out into the welcome air. They both just stared at it for a moment. His penis was truly a glorious sight. Even Chad had not seen it so engorged before. He felt about 16 years old. Then they heard the cabin door in the sitting room open and close. The sliding glass to the balcony soon after. Chad jerked to attention and started to move off the small bed; his penis starting to flag….V held it in her hand….hard. “It’s ok,” she said, “he’s just going out there to drink. He can’t get it up any more, and in fact delights in pimping me off to who ever HE wants or desires. He just loves to have his limp dick sucked-off and then butt-fucked by some hunk that he wants!” That said, V began to tease the tip of Chad’s penis by just touching it lightly beneath the head, where crown and shaft meet in the most sensitive way. One hand slowly stroking and the other gently massaging his full cock sac. Chad fell backward on the bed and began to breathe heavily. V sensed his urgency born of “ This-Pussy-On-Strike” situation that he had suffered for the last three, very dry days. Gently she squeezed his cock at the base, stopped fondling his balls and waited until he returned to a more manageable state. V had him where she wanted him, right on the brink, a kind of half-cocked state, a state by which she could continuously bring him to an imminent explosion and then hold him on the edge while only her fingers could trip his trigger. Chad was in unfamiliar territory, he’d never felt that delicious feeling of almost being “there” and then staying ‘there.’ He lay like a stunned Spaniel. V began to slowly stroke him again, moistening his head and shaft with her clever tongue and ever so moist mouth. Once more, V moved him towards that edge. Chad groaned and started to slightly thrust. V smiled. Jessica and I moved together. Her mouth sought mine once more and greedily drank of me. She pushed her aggressive mound against my hard cock and began to grind. I was cupping one of her full hard tits under her top, the bra slipping up over her nipples. I tongued one of them lavishly. Her hand jacked open my fly and slipped inside my briefest of Cuecas. Tip already fully wet she painted my head with thumb and forefinger to tease me to full tension. “Oh yes,” I moaned as she pulled down my slacks then kneeling began to take my full erection into her very eager mouth, simultaneously stroking my shaft while teasing the tip with her tongue and gently stroking my hardened cock sac. My hips began to buck slightly and Jessica picked up that rhythm. As it built, she looked up with mouth open and eager eyes, fully expecting a quick “facial” not knowing that my orgasm was under a lot more control than that! “Let’s go inside…..I want the shower!” We both hustled inside to throw off our clothing and slip into the bath and shower that was between the bedrooms but was discreetly private, each bedroom having it’s own door. We closed the clear glass shower doors and almost immediately were covered with very warm water. Jessica soaped my cock and balls, lingering on my anus as I kissed the top of her head. Then I lathered her from top to bottom, taking great care with her silken mound. Then soaped her yoni-hole and as it was rinsing slipped one finger up her tight brown button discovering that this was new “territory” for Jessica. Never had any man or boy touched her tight anus before. Just up to the first knuckle and her hips bucked involuntary and for a second her eyes rolled wildly like a Filly first saddled. I eased her downward again so she could start to suck on me once more. Jessica’s back was to the door that led to V’s little snuggery of sin. Once more Chad was on the very edge, and once more V capped his desire with her mouth taking all of his swollen cock inside her, stopping the explosion. He was breathing very hard now. Holding him in one hand, V sucked on her middle finger of her free hand and gently pushed it into Chad’s yoni-hole. He jerked, hard. “Virgin territory,” thought V, “and very tight, too.” She reached for her strap-on. Skirt, panties, bra and blouse thrown aside, V deftly had the black leather device around her loins while Chad watched almost mesmerized by the whole movement. Contrived with a lollipop dildo for V and an imitation of a huge cock (mine actually) V adjusted the “fit” inside her slick cunt and then pushed Chad’s legs back exposing his cock, balls and yoni. He sensed what was going to happen, and was transfixed by fear, loathing, and deep lust. Literally, he knew not which way to turn so he lay there submissive as V maneuvered herself on the slight bed, held his thighs up with one hand and with the other placed the tip of the dildo onto Chad’s quivering anus. V looked lovingly and lustily into his eyes as she slowly began to bust his virginity, ever so slowly. Chad gasped in both pain and lust. But his frightened look distracted V. She popped out of his ass most unceremoniously. “Get on your hands and knees! Spread your legs! Hold your cheeks open!” V practically barked. Chad obeyed. Vi reached for a tube of “personal warming lubricant” and gave Chad’s quivering button a generous dollop both inside and out. She re-positioned her self, this time easing it in the first inch, feeling Chad clamp down on it, then seating her own lubricated lollipop inside her well trained cunt, she began to inexorably push it in, all the way to hilt. Chad gasped in both pain and pleasure. V helped by reaching around his chest and squeezing his right nipple with one hand and starting to slowly jack him off with the other. With involuntary jerks and thrusts, Chad began to match V’s slow rhythmic thrusts deep inside him…to Chad this WAS new! V was grinning as she butt fucked him…she’d gained yet another slave. Out of the corner of her eye, she noted that the bathroom door was ever so slowly being opened by my free hand as the fully entranced Jessica worked lustily on my hard penis. The replica of which was now sliding in and out of Chad’s nice tight ass. I caught V’s eye as we worked our love-birds, hard. I held up three fingers and V nodded. She began to pick up the pace. The replica of my cock pounded deep inside Chad’s anus, a slack set of replica slick balls rhythmically slapped against his sensitive “taint” and his enlarged, swollen, ever-so-sensitive cock sac, unrelieved of it’s burden for these last three days! Chad was “building” now, and V could sense him teetering. She looked back at me. Jessica was going to town on me now, sucking my balls and from time to time flicking a lick at my yoni hole. “It’s so nice to see a couple “grow”,” I thought as I began my own final surge and lowered the second finger. Chad was gasping now, luckily the shower drowned out his moans…and in fact mine mimicking his covered the growing sexual din. V looked at me….I could tell by her dilated pupils that she was close….oh I knew that look! Chad was holding off, I could tell by his concentrated look and his tightly shut eyes. I had reached my edge, Jessica was coddling my balls and stroking my cock shaft head back and looking into my eyes, her mouth wide open and waiting. I lowered the last finger. Chad howled in both pain and pleasure extremis as V slammed it into him one last time while edging his penis to a full shot orgasm, squirting at least a foot in front of his chest as V collapsed onto his back her own orgasm shooting through her like a bolt. I could see her thighs shaking as she made the letter “O” soundlessly with her mouth. My own cum shot out over Jessica’s waiting mouth and tongue, but she had to close her eyes as it covered her face. But they shot wide open when she heard Chad’s moans. She KNEW those moans, all too well. In a trice she was on her feet and turning to see the scene of Chad on his hands and knees, V laying on top of him in some strange (to her) way, both of their bodies covered with lubricant and sweat. They…did not notice her at all. Jessica was stunned and turned back to me. I smiled and pushed her up against the shower wall. Grasping both wet thighs I brought her off the floor of the shower and had her knees around me before she could say a thing or even react. Then my cock, perfectly positioned against her flowing cunt slipped inside…just a little. Her eyes widened in shock, in surprise, in a look of having been violated …. Somehow. I eased it in even further….damn she was tight! Pushing harder and up, I buried my still stiff manhood deep inside her unwilling (at first) cunt. Her look softened and her eyes locked onto mine as I began to slowly, deeply, rhythmically thrust my penis deep inside her. I loved the way her cunt ring held onto my shaft and made the feelings even more pronounced. She began to swivel her ample ass…starting with small figure-eights and ending by “writing” love letters to my cock as I began to fuck her ever more forcefully….I could tell she was getting close. Chad in his collapsed state was almost comatose at this time. His face buried in the pillow, V knew that he would drift off in seconds. She watched the scene in the shower. She could tell by Jessica’s closed eyes, Jessica’s mouth in the classic “O” that it was coming and coming very quickly. Then it burst and Jessica howled in pent up joy. Chad immediately came to attention, jerking himself up, V was bucked off. Flat on her back with her lascivious legs spread wide, cunt dripping her love juices…. “Ahhhhh what a delicious sight,” I thought as Chad took in the scene of what looked like his wife! Jessica! being fucked good and hard in the shower stall! legs tightly around V’s “owner” as she gasped and screamed in her total release. Jessica’s loins came totally unhinged at that moment as she pulled me deeper into her. She squirted like a fountain. Chad watched stunned as his dear little wife “came” like Christmas with another man’s cock deep inside what he’d once thought of as HIS PUSSY! He started to move when V grabbed him by his slick but slack cock. “Going somewhere, slick?” she said. “Better sit down and think this over,” she said, eyes aglow with satiated lust. Jessica was finishing, as little bolts and after-shocks flashed through her belly and thighs. I lowered her limp form gently onto the shower floor and turned on a sli |
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