Sex in Montpellier

Jacinta knew Steve was watching her. Whenever she was within his visual range and that was much of the time his eyes were on her. She had noticed it often before when he visited their house to see her son Harry, but never had it been as intense as this

There was nothing she could really complain of. Steve was polite and helpful – more polite and helpful than her son Harry – but he always seemed to be there, wherever she happened to be.

It was a comfort to have Harry there but she would rather have had her husband Justin there as well, but he had to leave her at the shack with the two boys and return to town to attend to his business. Had she been alone with Steve would have she feared what might happen.

It was not all Steve’s fault. He was Harry’s closest friend and had been since they were children. She had watched Steve grow up; seen him develop into a fine looking young man and had been flattered that he should take an interest in her since she was more than twenty years older than him.

It was not the first time Steve had come with them to the shack but previously Justin had been able to stay with them for the whole holiday, and whilst Steve had still paid her attention it had been nothing like this.

This time she had perhaps played a little on his obvious attraction to her, making mildly flirtatious remarks; commenting on the fashionably skimpy bathers he wore much of the time; saying that they revealed more than they covered. And because of those bathers it wasn’t just the intent looks that worried her, but the fact that often with those stares went a magnificent erection clearly visible through the scant cloth of those bathers and barely covered by them.

She had entered middle age and as is often the case with women, she had wondered if she could still draw the interest of men, especially younger men. She had even gone to the extent of purchasing what passed for a one piece bathing suit that was more notable for what it wasn’t than for what it was. This garment had called for a radical removal of pubic hair, since what covered her sex organ was little more than a narrow wisp of cloth that sank into the lips of her vulva.

She had been further gratified and had been more than a trifle thrilled by the effect not only on Steve, but on Justin and Harry as well. Justin had even been able to rally his now weak libido sufficiently to induce her into the bedroom for what he called “a quickie.”

She had been aware of her own response to Steve and the excitement his interest engendered in her and it was fine as long as she felt safe with Justin there, but now, with just the two boys and in an isolated place, she began to regret her slightly salacious remarks.

She knew she should stop wearing her provocative swim suit, but her female ego did not want to be deprived of the flattering responses it got from Steve, and since both the boys wore their skimpy bathers most of the time, she felt vindicated in wearing hers.

Steve’s eyes were upon her now as the three of them lay sunning themselves on the beach. Harry seemed to have dozed off but Steve was wide awake and lying on his stomach. Jacinta knew why he lay like that; it was to hide his erection; he had done that several times before.

She felt a twinge in her sex organ and knew she was lubricating a little, and was thankful that her feelings and their physical consequences did not show as obviously as his. Self-consciously she gave him a tentative smile but the almost solemn look on his face did not change.

She understood the frustration of ungratified sexual arousal, especially when the potency of youth was involved. It had been like that with Justin when they were young, and that was another factor. Before they were married and for several years after Justin had been very ardent and she had matched him, perhaps more than matched him; in recent years though Justin had become less interested in their love life. It was not that he didn’t copulate with her, but it was far less frequently than she would have liked, and was performed in a somewhat routine manner.

No doubt the cares of a successful but time and energy demanding business was to blame, or perhaps it was simply the natural process that went with middle age. The difficulty was that there had been no fall off in Jacinta’s libido and that was a danger where Steve was concerned.

Jacinta was not the sort to hide the true nature of her thoughts and feeling from herself. Neither did she engage in self-justification. She knew she felt sexually attracted to Steve and often imagined what it would be like to feel his strong young body pressed to her, his hands on her breasts and then exploring her as Justin had once when he had rejoiced in her large firm breasts and sweet bodily curves.

She had kept these thoughts in check, telling herself it was just a pleasant if risky fantasy, and no doubt there was truth in that, and certainly she would have made no move to fulfil the fantasy, but now it had become more intense.

She had actually dreamt of Steve coming to her, and as he lay between her legs and she felt the tip of his penis probing to enter, she had woken up sweating and shaking, and with feelings of regret that she had wakened.

This dream had come to her for several nights as she lay in her Justin-less bed, and she told herself that if Justin had been there and if she could have aroused him to make love with her, she would have overcome these dreams. But Justin was not there, and given his low sex drive she might not have received gratification from him anyway.

Therefore Jacinta understood that the danger came not only from Steve, but from her self as well. She drew comfort from the thought that Steve would never make any attempt on her, since she had known him since he was a child and she had heard that in those situations the very familiarity usually deterred sexual encounter.

Now, the sight of Steve’s healthy young body lying so close to her, and the knowledge that he had an erection inspired by her, caused her to tremble slightly. She decided she must escape from the source of her agitation and standing up she slipped on a light beach coat over her negligible one piece and said, “I’m going to the house, Steve, to prepare some food, I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

He nodded but said nothing, and that was another thing. Normally a fairly noisy and boisterous young man, Steve had grown increasingly silent over the past few days. That combined with his air of solemnity seemed to imply that some serious thinking was going on, perhaps some inner unrest.

She made her way through the bushes that backed the beach on the way to the shack that was about two-hundred metres from the beach. Inside the shack she made some attempt to prepare the meal but found her hands were trembling and her legs seemed to be having trouble supporting her. She dropped things and could not concentrate on what she was doing.

“This is ridiculous,” she thought, “it can’t go on like this, something or some one is going to have to say or do something soon.”

She tried to imagine how it would be. Would she confront Steve and say, “You’ve got to stop staring at me the way you do, it’s…” What was it? Could she say, “Your making me feel sexy and it’s not fair,” but since when was fairness involved with sexual arousal? Perhaps she might go even farther and say, “Steve, I’m a married woman with a grown up son…a son the same age as you.” No, it sounded too ridiculous and too revealing of her feelings.

Perhaps he would come to her and say, “I want you, Jacinta…want to make love with you,” and then she could make her responses, admonishing him for his illicit desire, but that eventuality seemed unlikely. She sighed shakily and gave up trying to picture what the denouement would be like, if there was one.

She was leaning against the sink trying to control her self, her back to the door, when she heard a slight sound behind her. She turned to see Steve standing there.

Neither of them said anything, just standing there looking at each other. Steve’s bathers were scarcely containing his massive erection. Jacinta knew this was the critical moment; one move by either of them, one word spoken, one indication sexual need, and their relationship would change for ever.

Jacinta tried to speak, to say, “Stop looking at me like that,” but no words would come because those were words that although she knew she ought to say them, were not in truth the words she wanted to say.

They continued to stand gazing at each other, trying to read each other’s thoughts. Then as if finally deciding he came to her quickly and putting his arms round her kissed her hot and passionately. He said not a word, but Jacinta found her voice and began to protest, trying to struggle out of his arms.

“No Steve…stop it…you mustn’t…stop…please stop…” Yet her struggles and words lacked conviction; she was past the point of no return when even if it meant death, the victims of a violent passion could do nothing but succumb to their lust.

She felt his long hard penis against her; she had her back to the sink and was being pressed against it. Then his hands came under her buttocks and she was lifted up. The sliver of cloth that passed under groin was no defence; she felt him slip past it and his manhood was pressing against her vulva.

She was very wet and he had no difficulty slipping into her. Then she was impaled upon him, her feet off the floor. Her struggles diminished. It was beautiful, that warm, firm maleness deep in her. He was strong and he was moving in her by raising and lowering her on him. Now for the first time he spoke, his words jerking out as he raised and lowered her; “I want…you…I’ve wanted…you for…a long time…”

Jacinta was lost; she had no will to resist. She wanted his youthful potency; wanted to feel his warm sperm filling her; to surrender to him; and she cried out, “Steve…oh Steve…”

As her passion took complete control of her she had one last thought before being lost completely in its power. “So this is the denouement, the moment when so much will change.”

She knew she was going to come and cried out, “Steve, I’m going to come…come with me now…please….” Then it came, the first jolt of his semen bursting into her, and as her orgasm struck she screamed, “O God…oh God…”

They clung to each other, fighting to force his sperm in deep. Jacinta clawed at his naked back, and then for a moment she lost all awareness of Steve, the kitchen, everything around her. She was lost in a wonderful world of agonising but joyful ecstasy in which she was being consumed in the fires of rapture. Someone screamed again; it was her but not her.

Then awareness began to return. Steve was ejecting the last of his semen into her and little rippling but diminishing jolts brought her back to the world and Steve.

For a moment they still held together, then Steve slowly withdrew from her with seeming reluctance, and they stood embracing.

“Forgive me,” he murmured.

“It’s all right, darling,” Jacinta whispered, and had intended to go on to reassure him that there was no harm done when she suddenly gasped, “My God, Harry! He could walk in any moment.”

Steve smiled gently and said, “No he won’t.”

“Why, how do you know?”

“Because he told me he wouldn’t.”

“Why would he tell you that?” Jacinta asked, and then suddenly suspicious she went on, “Does he know why you came back to the house?”

“Yes.”

She felt a frisson of anxiety and went on, “He didn’t know what you were going to do, did he?”

“Yes.”

“That you were going to…to…with his mother?”

Jacinta felt weak and bewildered. “I’ve got to sit down,” she said and going to the lounge flopped down on the divan. Steve followed her and sat beside her.

“Harry knew you were coming back to the shack to try and…and…make love with me?”

“Yes.”

“And he did nothing to stop you?”

“No.”

“He didn’t mind you’re doing this with me?”

“No,” he grinned, “but he’s hardly in a position to mind.”

“What do you mean, “not in a position to mind’?”

Steve paused for a moment, and then went on, “Well, I suppose he ought to tell you himself, but I it might as well be me. Harry’s been my mother’s lover for nearly a year.”

Jacinta was stunned for a moment. Steve’s mother, the beautiful Grace Carter, one of her closest friends, and her son was Grace’s lover! Jacinta’s world seemed to be turning upside down.

“You’re telling me the truth, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Yes, they were hot for each other for a long time.”

“How do you know?”

“It was obvious; every time I was with Harry the talk constantly got around to mum; how beautiful she is, how she could get any guy she wanted; things like that. And when I was alone with mum, the same thing; she couldn’t stop talking about Harry; what a fine looking young man he’d grown up to be, and how he could get any girl he wanted.”

“In the end I said to Harry, “For God’s sake, you and mum are burning up for each other, so go and get it over with.’ I waited until the time was right, then cleared off and left them alone for a couple of hours.”

“When I finally got back they both looked totally happy. I thought it would be a few times and that would be it, but it didn’t work out like that. At every opportunity they’re making love.”

He laughed and added, “I must say, mum’s been a lot easier to live with since they started.”

“So Harry decided to return the compliment and leave you free to come and take me?”

“Well, I suppose it is a bit like that, but he’s more sensitive than you might think, and he’s known for a long time that we’ve been horny for each other. He just wanted to give us the chance to do something it.”

Jacinta sat staring unseeingly, trying to digest what Steve had told her. It seemed impossible that her son was the lover of a woman her own age, but then, after a brief protest she had accepted Steve readily enough…would accept him again if he wanted her.

Steve, anxious at her silence asked hesitantly, “You’re not angry are you; I didn’t mean to upset you, but I thought you might as well know the truth.”

Jacinta looked at him, and then kissing him softly on the lips said, “No, I’m not angry; I’m just trying to adjust. My son with his best friend’s mother and his best friend with me, it’s all a bit like a dream.”

“A nice dream?”

“A very nice dream,” but you do realise that our relationship has changed, don’t you? It can’t ever be the same again, no matter what happens from now on.”

“Yes, I realise that,” he said, “but like mum and Harry something had to give one way or the other, so I just took the chance.”

She kissed him again and added, “Next time you won’t need to half rape me and we’ll do it somewhere more comfortable.” She gave a little laugh and rising she said, “I’ve got a meal to prepare, you’d better go and find Harry and tell him to come in. I suppose he’ll want to know whether or not you scored. You might as well tell him.”

“I hope we both scored, Jacinta,” he said seriously.

“Yes, darling, we both scored, now go and find Harry.”

Steve left, and Jacinta paid a quick visit to the shower to get rid of Steve’s massive discharge of sperm that was running out of her vagina and down her thighs. She tried to think what might happen next. Steve had initiated the new relationship, but her words to him had given it a future. She knew she would have to talk with Harry; to find out if Steve was right and that Harry really did not mind.

She prepared the meal and was ready to serve as Steve and Harry walked in. Harry looked at her with a quizzical smile on his face, but said nothing. The meal was eaten in silence, but each of them knew that things must be discussed.

After clearing up Steve said, “I’m going for a walk…be back in about an hour.” Then he was gone.

“We have to talk, Harry, let’s sit down.”

They sat facing each other in the lounge.

“Was it good, mum?”

“Yes, darling, but it would have been better in bed. I know about you and Grace.”

“Yes, Steve said he’d told you.”

“Is it good with her?”

“Yes, it’s fantastic, it’s never been better.”

“And you don’t mind about me and Steve?”

He gave a rueful laugh and said, “I’m not in any position to mind, am I?”

“No, I suppose not, but what about Grace’s husband, how do you feel about him?”

He shrugged and said, “Jeff leaves Grace on her own for months at a time. Grace thinks he’s got a woman in every port.” (Jeff was the captain of an international cargo vessel) “Grace is a very attractive woman and it’s hard for her to do without sex, especially when she believes Jeff isn’t going without. What about dad?”

Jacinta knew that subject would be raised and didn’t know how to answer Harry’s question. In the course of his business Justin might leave her for a week or two, but not for months. Harry came partially to her rescue.

“Look mum, I could see that you and Steve were crazy for each other. At first I thought that the only way you two were going to solve that problem was if you and Steve never saw each other again. That would have meant cutting my self off from Steve and ending years of friendship. It might also have meant an end to my relationship with Grace, and I’m too selfish to make those sorts of sacrifices.”

“The alternative was to arrange things so that you and Steve could sort it out between you…let you have the opportunity to decide what you wanted to do. Well, you have sorted it out up to a point. As for dad, I don’t know, but seeing you were so hot for Steve I thought there must be something wrong with you and dad. I’m not asking you to tell me and I promise I’ll never say anything to dad about you and Steve. As for you, it’s your conscience and you’ll have to work it out your way.”

“Will you mind if Steve sleeps with me?”

“He smiled a trifle sadly and said, “Of course not, but don’t make what you’re doing too obvious because my lady isn’t here.”

Jacinta kissed him and said, “Thank you darling for understanding. You’d better see if you can find Steve and let him know we’ve had our talk.”

Harry left and Jacinta sat thinking for a while. In the midst of her meditation she heard the bleating of her mobile. She picked it up and it was Justin. A spear of guilt raced through her and for one crazy moment she thought he had somehow already learned of her infidelity.

“Hello darling,” came his hearty voice. “Er…look, I’m snowed under here, might not be able to get to the shack for a couple of weeks, will you be all right there with the boys or do you want to come home?”

Recovering from her moment of guilt Jacinta said somewhat insincerely, “Oh, what a pity; I’ll be fine here with the boys to look after me.” Then a thought struck her; “Darling, I wouldn’t mind a bit of female company down here, would you mind if I asked Grace to come and stay for a while. Jeff’s off somewhere on the high seas and she’s all on her own.”

“Good idea, darling.” He laughed and went on, “Help you keep the boys in order.” Jacinta tried to return the laugh but only came out with a croak and said, “I think they’re well past the age where their mothers can keep them in order.”

“You’re probably right,” Justin chuckled. “I’ll give you a call later in the week to see how you’re going. Have a good time.”

“I shall now,” thought Jacinta a she pressed in Grace’s number.

It was some time before Grace answered and Jacinta had almost given up when Grace’s slightly slumberous voice answered.

“I was just having a bit of a doze, darling,” she said, “how are things going? Steve being helpful?”

“Yes, yes he is. How would you like to join us for a week or two?”

“Darling, I’d love to; when?”

“Tomorrow if you can make it.”

“Can do,” replied Grace.”

“Lovely; see you some time tomorrow then.”

“Wonderful, thanks for asking me.”

Grace sounded very enthusiastic and Jacinta didn’t need to ask why.

“Oh don’t worry sugar. I want that too but first I want you to use that talented tongue of yours one more time. Then I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked by your little girlfriends.”

Not putting up a struggle, Bobby allowed Christine to guide him to the floor again.

“Lay on your back, Bobby,” she ordered with her usual commanding tone.

Bobby, who had been stroking his own cock in preparation of fucking his employer. acquiesced and was quite a humorous sight lying there with his dick standing straight up.

Christine Canyon lay down right on top of him and spreading her legs slightly, allowed his erection to slip between her legs. She forced her tongue into his mouth and they both enjoyed the interlude.

For a split second, when the sensitive crown of his cock encountered her pussy lips, Bobby thought she had changed her mind and was going to allow him to fuck her. However Christine only stayed in this position shortly and then she slid her wet pussy up the young man’s torso until it was above his lips.

“Eat me baby! Eat my cunt!” she ordered lowering herself so that his tongue could engage her clit. The teen was only too happy to oblige and grabbing the cheeks of her ass, he allowed the 44 year old cougar to sit on his face while he probed her womanhood with an eagerness not lost on the middle-aged mother.

“Oh yes! Oh baby! Yesssss!!!! That’s so good! Lick me Bobby! Ohhhh! Oh yes! Ooo…you’re so good at this. It’s obvious I’m not your first.” She slowly ground her pussy up and down over his lathering tongue like she was humping his cock. She groaned in appreciation as she repeated her sensual slow dance on the young man’s face.

“Oh hon, you are good. Yes…oh yeah baby…that’s sooo nice. Yessss…just like that..ooooo..yessss!!!” her hips slowly started to increase their speed as she reached down and holding the head of her young conquest still with her hands, ground the centre of her being harder and harder and faster and faster onto his face. Although he was still trying to tongue her, it no longer mattered to the young man’s employer. Christine Canyon was so intent on cumming that she literally was grinding herself on his captive face in the race to get herself off.

As she increased her speed, her young lover started to panic. He was having difficulty breathing but there was little he could do. In her fucking frenzy, Christine was putting the whole weight of her now spasming body onto the young man’s face. She was much too far gone to care or even to notice his difficulty. Fortunately just as he was attempting to throw her off, she, with an anguished gutteral groan, came.

“Y…y…yesssss!!!! Oh fuck! Oh you sweet boy!!!! Yesssss!!!!!”

Surprising even herself, the 44 year old unleashed a copious amount of liquid that consumed her young paramour’s gasping mouth and nostrils. Finally he was able to roll her off him and he gasped for air while wiping her residue from his anguished face. The two lay side by side unable to speak until finally, Christine looked dreamily at Bobby’s wet face and started to laugh.

“Oh god! Oh jeez, Bobby, I’m sorry. Holy shit! I’ve never cum like that before! You were fucking incredible! No one has ever gotten me off like that!” Then lying beside him she reached for his rock hard cock and started stroking it.

“As soon as I catch my breath baby, I’m gonna fuck the rest of your cum right outta you.” she added.

True to her word, once recovered, the cougar rose above her young lover and after giving it a quick suck, eased his still hard cock into her sopping wet channel. They both groaned. Bobby was anxious to take control but Christine wouldn’t allow it.

“No Bobby, don’t move. Just let me ride your hard cock for a while. Lay back and enjoy it,” she ordered.

The 20 year old employee couldn’t believe what was happening. The woman every guy he knew had lusted after was fucking him. Him, a 20 year old boy barely out of high school. Mrs.Canyon was the MILF that they all wanted. He enjoyed her taking charge but couldn’t however, just lie there as she bounced up and down so he reached up and started fondling her dangling breasts.

This elicited a “Mmmmm…yeah, baby! Play with my tits! Hmmm…I like that.” from the dreamy-eyed divorcee.

Not content to just touch her mammaries, Bobby pulled her chest to him and suckled each one in turn as though he were a baby. She groaned with pleasure again as he started rubbing his face across each teat. He couldn’t get enough of them and started nipping at her nipples which had the desired effect.

“Oh my god! Yes! Uh…uh..oh god Bobby you are good! I should have done this a long time ago.”

For several minutes the only sound in the office was the slapping noise their bodies made when the older woman ground down onto her appreciative conquest. The happy young man was gradually increasing his speed as he started to feel the need to cum when she surprised him yet again. Pulling herself off him, she clambered to her feet, leaned against her desk, spread her long legs apart and hissed, “Fuck me this way now, baby! Come and fuck me!” She looked dreamily over her shoulder as the youth rose anxious to do as she’d asked.

Because she was still wearing her high heels, in order to fuck her, Bobby had to spread his boss’ long legs even further apart. Anxious to be in her, Bobby moved forward until the tip of his dick came into contact with her anus. His urgency was so great that he didn’t care what hole he fucked as long as he could get it in soon. Indeed, his purple cockhead started pushing against her sphincter when she reached back and guided it to where she wanted it.

“Unh..unh…Junior,” she laughed, “You don’t get that yet. You gotta earn it first.”

With his cock now being guided into Mrs. Canyon’s pussy, Bobby didn’t care. He just groaned and ground himself in as deep as possible. The two gasped at the same time.

“Uhhh….y…y….yessss!!!!!” the wanton employer bleated.

“Fuck!!!!!!” was Bobby’s response.

The rhythm was building with each thrust. Pushing his manhood in as deep as possible, resulted in grunts of approval. Soon the slapping of two bodies and the corresponding intake and outtake of ooohs and ahs permeated the office. They both knew they were racing to the finish now. The speed and depth of each thrust and parry increased until there was nothing more important than, as in a race, reaching the all important finish line.

As Bobby leaned over her back playing with her bountiful breasts, Christie had reached under their bodies and had latched onto Bobby’s swinging balls with one hand while frigging her own clit with her other. In tandem, the end was too much for both of them and they came incredibly almost at the exact same time. “Yessssss!! Oh, Mrs.Canyon, I’m gonna cum!” roared the employee as if the whole world needed to know.

“Yesssss!! Give it to me! Give it to me! Oh fuck! Come on you bastard! Give it to me! Harder! Cum in me, baby! Cum…oh…oh…oh my gawd! Tha…that’s it! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Yes! Yes! Faster! Faster! Harder! Fuck me harder! Yesssss!!!!!” Christine wailed in ecstasy.

The young man she had set out to seduce did not disappoint the businesswoman. He exploded jet after jet of hot cum deep into her bowels and finally spent, forced her flat onto the desk top with his dead weight.

“Oh, baby,” Christine meowed when she finally got her breath back. “That was incredible! You, my boy, have earned yourself a big promotion.”

Grinning from ear to ear as, the twenty year old rose up allowing his semen-covered dick to plop out of her sheath. The two lovers were covered in sweat from their exertions and the glistening on Christine’s breast were not lost on the still randy youth. Unconsciously, his hand started playing with a nipple which elicited a giggle from the older woman.

“Again? You haven’t had enough yet? Woooweee, did I ever make a good choice in hiring you.” Looking from his rehardening cock to the clock on the wall, she tried to calculate whether she could fit in another fuck before going to the benefit cocktail party at the Waldorf that she had previously agreed to.

“Hmmmm, baby. Momma would like some more but I’ve got a do that I.. really.. must…oh boy…,” she cooed looking down at the already erect 8 inches her trainee was stroking. “Tell you what. Get dressed. Go home. Shower and I’ll pick you up after my little shindig. We’ll go back to my place and I’ll…I’ll give you your new assignments. How ’bout that?”

They both knew that he would do anything she wanted.

I laid down on top of her and was about ready to slide my cock in, when she pushed her hand against my chest and said, “Wait – you got condoms, you’re gonna use a condom, right?”

I sat up and, sighing, said, “Yeah, I got some over here in the night stand drawer.” Damn, I hate it when a bitch interrupts me like that, and I didn’t even remember the last time that anyone had asked me to use a condom. Most of the girls I fucked were a lot younger than me; it was just so much easier that way, ’cause they never ask you to use a fucking rubber. Handing it to her, she tore the condom package open with her teeth and spit the wrapper out. Looking at the condom, she said, “you got any lube?”

“Ummmm… no,” I said, crawling off of her and lying back down with my hands propped up behind my head. I could tell there wouldn’t be any sex as long as she was yapping. My cock could tell it, too, because it wasn’t quite as hard as it had been just moments before.

“Well,” she said, “how about some olive oil?”

“Nope,” I replied. “Sorry – no olive oil.”

She rolled onto her side and propped her elbow on the bed. Resting her head in her hand, she asked, “Don’t you have anything we can use as a lube?”

“I could probably find a can of W-D 40 around here somewhere – but I don’t think you’d want that stuff in your pussy,” I replied, getting out of bed to get my cigarettes from atop the chest of drawers. “Are you that fucking dry, or what? Shit, I knew it would be different with an old lady, but fuck this.”

She sat up then and started laughing. Hard. “God,” she said, rubbing the corner of her eye, “you really are fucking amusing.”

“Actually,” she said, swinging her legs off the bed, “the lube’s not for me – it’s for you.” She stood up then and walked over to me, taking the cigarette I’d just lit out of my hand. After taking a drag and handing it back to me, she said, “I was gonna put some in the condom.”

“Why would you do that?” I asked.

Giving me one of those, ‘don’t you know ANYTHING?’ looks she does so well, she said, “Haven’t you ever done that before? It’s better that way for a man, it almost makes it feel like he’s riding bareback.”

“Oh, yeah?” I dryly replied, stubbing out my cigarette. I put my left arm around her waist and pulled her close to me and, using my right hand, I started tracing my finger around her nipple. “Well, I got no lube, so I’m just gonna have to ride you bareback, then.”

I put my hand on her ass to pull her even closer, to have her feel my cock - which was already getting hard again - against her belly. She put her hands on my arms then and, eyes wide, said, “Wait! I just thought of something we can use.”

“Little bitch,” I said, giving her ass a smack as she pulled away from me, “you’re giving me fucking blue balls, you know that?”

She walked over to the other side of my bedroom, where my stereo and CD’s were. Choosing a CD, she popped open the disc tray and pushed a few buttons, like she’d been using my stereo for years. She advanced the tracks several times, and soon “What’s It Gonna Be” from the Busta Rhymes CD, “ELE”, began playing. Facing me, she had that look on her face that makes me weak with desire for her: Head lowered slightly, those sultry, hooded blue eyes looking up at me, with a wry, sneaky little grin playing at the corners of her mouth. She started swaying her hips to the beat of the music and, pointing a finger at me, she turned her wrist and began motioning me towards her with the same finger. “I think you’re gonna feel real fine, real soon, Sweetie,” she said.

She crawled onto the bed and again motioned me to join her. I started to sit down beside her, but she said, “No… you sit down at the end of the bed, so you’ll have a good view.”

I did as she said, and while I was making myself comfortable, she leaned back against the headboard, propping her left leg up seductively. She began rubbing her hands over her body and, watching her in this way, swaying ever so slightly to the music, I knew I’d have to have her soon or I’d have to take matters into my own hands, so to speak. Almost as if reading my mind, she said, “Go ahead – I love to watch a man jacking off, much, MUCH more than I like to watch him roll a joint.”

Well, this was a first – no girl had ever asked me to jack off for her before. I was still a bit hesitant, but then her hands began heading south. She started gliding her left hand slowly down her propped up leg, each stroke of her hand pushing her leg back further and further. Her right hand had been rubbing light circles around her breasts, then navel, then down farther, slithering it’s way closer to the light thatch of pubic hair. As a couple fingers snuck their way into that thatch of golden hair, revealing those moist, glistening pussy lips, I thought, “What the hell,” and reached down and began stroking my cock with my right hand. Watching her, watching those two finger disappear deeper inside her pussy with each stroke, I couldn’t help but be aroused to the point where I began pulling and kneading my balls with my left hand.

“Oh yeah, Baby… that’s it, show me what you do best,” she moaned. She slowly pulled her fingers out of her pussy, then began twirling them round and round a silky filament of her secretions that had attached from her pussy to her fingertips. She picked up the condom laying beside her and rubbed her soaking wet fingers inside its reservoir tip, transferring her juices to the condom. Smiling up at me seductively, she placed her still - wet index finger in her mouth, sucking the juices off. She then leaned over, said, “Open your mouth,” and as I did, she placed her middle finger about halfway in. I began to suck it, tentatively at first, then greedily, wanting nothing more than to have that same sensation played out with her mouth sucking greedily at my cock. Once again, the little bitch must have read my mind – she took her finger out of my mouth, then placed the condom over the head of my cock. She lay down before me on her belly, knees bent, feet propped up against the headboard. Taking my cock in her hands, she dreamily whispered, “Mmmmm… very, very nice.” Placing that beautiful mouth over my cock, she began to unroll the condom, using her teeth and lips, ever so slowly until it rested firmly against the base of my shaft.

I’d had more blowjobs than I could remember, but this one was like nothing I’d ever experienced. This feeling, of being swallowed whole, came about so agonizingly slow… I felt as if my cock was being swallowed by a boa constrictor. This was the first time that a woman had taken all of me in her mouth without gagging. I wanted to see this, needed to see what she was doing to me, to make me feel so good – but her hair was everywhere. It spilled down around her shoulders and over her face. Hair spilled over the hands that had begun to give gentle tugs and caresses to my balls, encircling the base of my penis, tapping and rubbing the area between my asshole and balls. It felt like dozens of hands, hundreds of fingers, doing the most mind-blowing things to every hot spot on my body, but I couldn’t see a damn thing. I grabbed a couple pillows to prop myself up, then took her hair in both hands and pulled it back. Seeing her face, seeing her lips against my balls, the lust in her eyes, did something to me. Animal lust made me wrap all that long hair around my fist, grabbing it at her scalp, and pull her head up. This excited her, this force, knowing that I was now in charge of the pace.

“Oh, Joshua, you’re being a very bad boy. I might just have to punish you.” There was a heat, an intensity in her eyes when she said this. Which, when you thought about it, was ironic, since I held her by the hair so tight that she could barely move her head.

“Humph,” I snickered, gripping her hair a bit harder. A little moan of pain escaped from her lips as I said, “I don’t think you’re in a position to say that right now.” And with that I pushed her head down again.

She had me feeling shit I’d never felt before. At some point during the blowjob she stuck a finger up my ass. No woman had ever done anything like this to me before, but I didn’t care. I was past caring. Hell, it felt so damn good when she did that, I just knew when I came I was gonna shoot so much cum that the rubber would explode in her mouth.

But she knew, the little bitch knew when I was about to cum, ’cause she stopped sucking and pulled her finger out of my ass.

Lifting her eyes up to mine, she huskily whispered, “Josh… fuck me.”

I can take a hint.

I pushed her over onto her back and spread her legs apart with my knee. I entered her immediately, I couldn’t wait another second to be inside her. I started furiously pumping away, pounding her pussy as fast as I could. And then I felt it: the volcanic release, the pulsating pleasure of orgasm.

I collapsed on top of her. “Oh, Lara, that was fucking great.”

Now get this: I’m laying there, totally spent, and I hear her say, “Well, I’m SO happy for you!” And then… SMACK! Her bare hand came down right on my ass with as much force as she could deliver.

“And now you can get the fuck off of me,” she said, pushing me over. She climbed out of bed and sauntered into the living room, then picked up her clothes and purse and walked into the bathroom.

I laid there thinking, What the fuck just happened? My left ass cheek was starting to really sting… the little bitch!

I got up, threw the condom on the floor, put my boxers back on and walked into the bathroom. She had her panties on – I remember that they were just plain, white cotton bikinis – and had just put on her shirt, which was also just plain, white cotton. She turned away from me, and our eyes met in the mirror. “Next time,” she said, beginning to button up her shirt, “we do it my way, or we don’t do it at all.”

“Well,” I replied, leaning against the doorway, “Maybe there won’t be any next time.”

She reached down, searching for something in her purse, and mumbled, “I should be so lucky.”

Damn! That was pretty low. “What did you say?” I asked, wanting to make sure I heard her right.

She turned around then, put her palms on the countertop, and pushed herself up onto the counter by the sink. Grabbing her purse, she took a brush out and began brushing her hair. “I think you heard me. I mean, it’s no big loss if we don’t hook up again, you know? From my perspective, at least.”

So she’s sitting there in my bathroom insulting me, legs crossed, foot dangling… And that’s another thing I remember, how beautiful her feet were. I mean, you always hear about guys with foot fetishes, and I used to think that was so fucked up, because feet are pretty nasty in my opinion. But Lara’s feet are so dainty and perfect – she always wore this deep red polish on her toenails, and wore a couple of silver toe rings and ankle bracelets. Against the golden glow of her skin, the vibrant color of the polish was such a contrast that it somehow seemed so sexy and downright sinful. Add to that the gorgeous legs, the white panties and shirt – on which, I’d noticed, she’d only fastened one button – and the long, golden locks which she was now brushing… I didn’t even realize what I was saying until the words were out of my mouth: “Can I brush your hair?”

Her hand stopped in mid-air. “You want to brush my hair? Why?”

“Because I’ve wanted to do that ever since the first moment I saw you, sitting in the middle of that big bed, listening to Hendrix.” I walked over to her and took the brush out of her hand and began brushing her hair. “Because for some fucking reason I want to please you. And I’ve never really cared about that shit before.”

She smirked. “Yeah, I could tell.”

“Hey, give me a break – I’m just a kid!”

She looked at me then and snapped, “Don’t give me that bullshit excuse. If that’s true, then you’re a kid who needs to be taught some manners.”

“Will you teach me?” I asked.

She was trying to look like she was all serious and shit, but I could see a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “We’ll see.”

“Turn around,” I instructed. “I want to brush the back.”

She turned around then and sat Indian-style, facing the mirror.

As I continued brushing, she said, “I know that’s a bullshit excuse, that you’re just a kid with very little experience. Because up until we started fucking, you were doing… let’s just say you were doing fine. Like you knew what you were supposed to do, you know?”

I thought about what she’d said, and replied, “Well, I like all the freaky shit that happens before sex. The way it just builds up and then you can’t wait any longer, and you gotta fuck. But the shit before sex – it’s almost better than the sex, you know? The… foreplay, I guess.”

Our eyes met then in the mirror. “The dance,” she softly replied.

I stopped brushing her hair. “The what?”

Still looking into my eyes, she said, “It’s like a dance. It’s like this very slow, sensual dance between two people that builds to this primal, deep, drum-n-bass tempo. And then the song’s over – you both cum, and collapse on the dance floor, spent. I hate it when the dance ends… I could dance all night.”

“Hmmmmn… I like that analogy. But tonight let’s pretend we’re at a rave, and we’re gonna dance till dawn.” I laid down the brush and put my arms around her, and began unbuttoning her shirt.

Still looking in each other’s reflections in the mirror, I whispered into her ear, “May I have this dance?”

She grinned. “Only if I get to lead.”

I took her waist and spun her around to face me. Although I was a good 7 or 8 inches taller than she was, she was sitting up on the bathroom vanity at the time, so we were almost face to face. I slowly spread her legs, then positioned myself between them. And I wrapped her in my arms and simply kissed her.

Our first real kiss of the evening.

And I didn’t want it to end. Like the “dance” she spoke of earlier, the kiss started slow, tentatively, and built to a point where our hands were roaming over each others bodies, our lips locked in a battle neither of us wanted to lose. She bit my lower lip, then started sucking on it, softly, greedily.

Finally, I broke away from her. I don’t like kissing, not really – it makes me feel emotions that I don’t feel when I’m just having sex. The kind of emotions that make me blurt out things I’ll later regret.

Besides, I wanted to look at her again. I HAD to.

“I just can’t get enough of you.”

She scooted a bit to her left, so that she was straddling the corner of the countertop. Propping her left foot up on the toilet seat, she said, “Do you like what you see, Josh?”

When she moved into that position, her shirt fell open. I could just see a slight swell, the soft sloping curve of her breasts peeking out of her shirt. The open shirt gave me a full view of the white panties, which had the tiniest tuft of pubic hair peeking out the top. That gentle curve of muscle along her inner left thigh was beckoning me – I wanted to run my tongue along the hollow of her inner thigh so fucking bad.

I swear she’s a witch. Or maybe she’s psychic, because she said, “Go ahead. I know you want to lick it.”

“Ah, you think you’re so smart? Well, what exactly is it I wanna lick? ‘Cause the way I see it, you got a lot of lickable body parts,” I said, tracing my index finger from that little hollow under her Adam’s apple down to her navel.

She placed a finger just inside her left knee and ran it along the inside of her thigh. “I think you wanna lick me right… here.”

I just stared at her in awe for a moment. Moving in closer, I began kissing her. I cupped her breasts, gently kneading each, and kissed her deeper, wanting the feel of tongue against tongue.

“You’re fucking amazing,” I said, after disengaging my tongue from hers.

I then knelt down on one knee and began letting my tongue do what her finger had done just moments before. I made little circles with my tongue along the inside of her thigh, moving ever closer to those white panties. The smell of her sex, her muskiness, was such a rush that I skipped over the last few inches of her luscious thigh and went directly to the little damp spot that had formed on those white panties.

I dove in there greedily, each lick of my tongue pushing her panties a little farther into her pussy. Soon the panties were completely wet, the crotch area totally obscured from me having licked it into her pussy. Up until that time her panties had been soaking up her flowing juices, but now I could taste it, and it tasted like… latex.

“What now?” she asked, wondering why I had stopped.

“I can taste the condom from when we had sex earlier.”

“So?” she asked, clearly irritated.

“So… it tastes bad! I don’t wanna go down on you if you taste like a fucking rubber.”

She sat there for a moment, and then she swung her leg over and jumped off the counter. Grabbing me by the hair, she said, “Come on, loverboy - get up.”

I stood up and she gave my chest a shove and ordered, “Go back to your bedroom and sit on the bed.”

I did as she said – hey, I was curious to know what she’d do next. She followed me, giving my back little pushes until we reached the bedroom, where she gave me a hard shove that sent me reeling onto the bed. She knelt down then and pulled my socks off. I started to roll over, but she said, “No – stay there,” and straddled my hips.

I yelled, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” as she grabbed my right wrist.

“You say, ‘Teach me, Lara’, but how can I teach you if you don’t want to explore, take risks?” As she said this, I could feel one of my socks being knotted tightly, then double knotted, around my wrist. “So I’m just going to have to punish you, and hopefully you’ll learn something from the experience.”

The sock felt pretty damn tight, but not so tight that she couldn’t slip the other sock inside the bindings. She then tied this one around my left wrist, making it even tighter than the first.

When she finished, she crawled off of me and lay down beside me. Looking into my eyes, she said, “So, Josh – you think you’re ready to learn some new dance steps?”

Lying there on my stomach, my hands tied behind my back, I felt like a schmuck. But I tried to sound like it was no big deal when I answered, “I’m down for whatever.”

She sat up and, laughing softly, she rolled me over onto my back. Straddling me, she said, “You be ‘down for whatever’, huh? Well, we’ll just have to see about that.”

She started grinding her hips seductively up and down my pelvis. Then she slid down the length of my body, pulling my boxers off as she went. She shimmied her way back up my body, flicking her tongue across the head of my shrunken cock. “What’s wrong, Josh?” she asked as she again straddled me, rubbing her panty-clad pussy across my cock. “Are you one of those guys who can’t get it up unless you’re calling the shots?”

Well, truth be told, I can’t cum unless I’m on top. And, yeah… maybe I did always want to be the one in control. All the beer and pills I’d had earlier in the day probably didn’t help, either. But I’d be damned if I was gonna let her know this. “Nah,” I lied, “You just ain’t doing anything for me.”

Next thing I know, she raises her hand and slaps me as hard as she can! “Shut the fuck up!” she yelled. “Who the fuck asked you?”

I don’t know whether it was the shock of her slapping me, or the fact that I hadn’t seen her get this pissed, but I was amused – and aroused - by what had just happened. I now wanted to see how far I could push her. “You did, bitch,” I answered, bracing myself for a second slap.

Instead, she grabbed me around the neck and began squeezing. “You lie, Mother Fucker,” she hissed, her face just inches from mine. Reaching down between her legs with her other hand, she grabbed my cock and began stroking it. “Your cock says you’re more than turned on – you’re ready to explode.”