Tantric 3some....

The smile on CLaudio’s face widened as he shut the door behind him. He could hear the water pouring out of the shower in his upstairs bathroom. He knew his girlfriend; Patience was waiting for him as he paced up the stairs hearing girly moans getting louder and more aggressive. As he entered the bathroom and flung back the shower curtain his hardening cock nearly jumped out of his scruffy overalls. Claudio stood in amazement to find his most erotic fantasy had come true. He knew his girlfriend had a surprise for him after receiving a mysterious text from her earlier that day in work, but he had no idea it was going to be what he was witnessing now.

Patience and a tall rather slim Emily with huge tits were kissing passionately, while Patience, slowly ran her fingers over Emily's ripening nipples and down towards her vastly moistening shaven Pussy, with the water running over both of them. Claudio gasped and tried to join in, when Patience pushed him away hard saying “you just watch it will be your turn soon” he gasped he knew it wouldn’t take long for him to come anyway. Emily’s breaths were getting heavier as Patience’s fingers stroked her tingling mound. She grabbed her hand and forced 2 fingers into her warm pink slit, and when they entered her fully she let out a satisfying groan. Claudio, not being able to take much more kissed his girlfriend as he brought her to a climax. Her breathing was deep and fast, she was sweating until she grabbed Emily's head and pushed her down to finish the rest with her tongue.

Emily could see that Claudio was almost bursting and so she leaned over massaging his prick before taking him whole in her mouth starting off slowly sucking hard on him gradually picking up pace faster and faster until he was red in the face and nearly coming, when she pulled away leaving him frustrated with how horny he was. Patience grabbed the both of them and dragged them to the bed room were the girls took it in turns sucking Claudio’s dick. The smile on his face was hugely satisfying when he squirted in his girlfriend’s mouth as she swallowed. Emily hadn’t had her turn yet though. Claudio quickly realised this and after Patience gave her consent he bent Emily over and after he wet her arse he took the strap on dildo his girlfriend had always wanted to use and handed it to her, Patience edged it into her arse as she moaned and groaned. While Claudio was happy with just pleasuring Emily’s clit. It wasn’t long before the three of them had each had an orgasm or two. They were not just lovers, they were conquerers.

Fun in the sun...

I never saw myself doing this but I just had to. Call me a slut but I just had to get off once in public.

I grew up in kind of a private house, my mom would always tell me that my business should stay my business. At first when I was like 15 I got off for the first time while my parents were away. I did it more often through out my high school years as I couldn’t come out and say I was a lesbian. After a while I mustered up the courage to get myself a vibrator. It was bigger than I thought, but what can you do? It felt great in my pussy. I kept it in a corner of my bed that was open next to a wall. I only really got caught with it once and this might sound stupid but I slept naked and left it in my pussy and I woke up very early the next morning. My parents have to walk by my bathroom to get to theirs, and I walked out naked with the vibrator still in my pussy. "Jules what is that?" my mom asked. I closed the door quickly and removed it and told her it was a Barbie.

Sexual expression is fun for me. I enjoy being a girl and moaning to show how good it feels when my girlfriend is hammering at my pussy. When I was 18 I had finally had enough of being so private.

...to be continued...

Death of an affair..

There was no compassion in his eyes, no tenderness in his lips. My mind resisted, my body yielded. This was the end. The fait accompli. Man and woman locked in original sin. Our relationship had never existed, it was only a tidal wave of forbidden desire. Building, surging higher and higher. A deafening crescendo. We were riding the crest and the only way to look was down.

The blunt edge of the desk bit into my back. The sharp pain a perfect counterpoint to the pleasure rising inside me. There were no lights on in Rex’s office but I didn’t need to see him. He smelt of sex. He thrust his slippery fingers into my mouth and I tasted sin. Rex sucked and nibbled my nipples through my smart white shirt. Neither of us wore underwear to work anymore. I reached down with my hands, sliding them over his firm ass then between his legs. My fingers teased his balls through his trousers until he forced my hands up to his zip, begging me silently. Always unable to refuse my boss I undid his fly and tugged down his trousers and briefs. Even after all this time, seeing him exposed like this at work gave me a thrill right down to my cunt. I gripped his cock hard, felt its need as strong as my own.

We didn’t speak; there was no need. We’d been honest from the start. We hadn’t destroyed our marriages for love, only lust. But this animal lust was more powerful than any love I’d experienced. We weren’t lovers, we were conquerors.

Like any affair the details were banal, meaningless. I’d been brought in as a consultant to his PR company three months ago. At the end of the first working week we fucked on his office floor. Working late became a habit we couldn’t, wouldn’t break. He extended my contract over and over, unwilling to give me up.

As I had many times before I laid back on his desk, legs wide to give Rex a view of stocking tops and bare pussy. He growled and bent to bite my thighs, making me gasp in return. When he used his teeth to tug on my pubic hair I ground my cunt upwards, my clit rubbing against his face. Rex sucked my stiff nub until we both couldn’t wait any more. I lifted my hips, he drove into me. We were as good as it gets.

Professionally and sexually we were equals at the top of our game. Here in the wave there were no taboos, no boundaries. We passed the power between us, taking turns to dominate and submit. The first night we spent together he gave himself over to me. I could have easily afforded the best hotel but I chose a cheap room in a concrete block. I wanted to offend his refined taste, disorientate him so that we left our realities behind. Bent over the bathroom sink, looking up in wonder at his reflection in the mirror, Rex spread his legs as I entered him. Afterwards he wept into my breast as we screwed on dirty sheets.

The day he announced he was keeping me on for a third month, Rex followed me to my car. He used his tie to gag me, before wrapping my wrists and ankles in thick black tape, and bundling me into the back seat. I never reached the dinner with my husband, instead sneaking home with inexcusable bruises.

It couldn’t go on. Normal life had fallen away, layer by layer. What was left was raw physicality. We couldn’t function together or apart. This was the final fuck, the unendurable climax to our lust. It was only fitting to end it here in his office where it had begun.

As he fucked me relentlessly I let Rex’s fingers snake around my neck, the lack of oxygen increasing the intensity in my whole body. My cunt burned, I could feel his hot, heavy breath and the trembling in his hands but my head swam and then it came; the peak, the orgasm chasing through me, the little death, and I was tumbling down and far away.

The Wind...

The moment Elise stepped out of the cottage a whirling gust of wind encircled her. She cried out as the funnel of wind started to lift. It ascended into the sky. Clawing at unseen bindings, she screamed repeatedly for help, but she could barely hear her own voice and doubted any one else would have.

Some unseen force wrapped itself around her body keeping her immobile as the funnel lifted her higher. Fear paralyzed her voice. She shut her eyes tightly, silently praying for God’s mercy should the wind suddenly decide to drop her to her death.

Elise…

The whisper came from the wind itself. The voice was deep, mesmerizing, hypnotic. It soothed her panicked mind as it penetrated through her clothes warming her from the inside out. Suddenly the cloak she wore loosened. Invisible hands untied and pulled the garment from her body.

The cloak fell away. She opened her eyes and watched it flutter in the wind slowly descending like a dark pall against the sky. She should feel frightened, however the seductive whispers caressed her senses. Instead she felt warm, strangely safe. She was being enchanted. No matter how much her mind tried to fight the sensual hold, her body sagged against the wonderful feelings ignited by the seductive voice. His voice.

Yesss…Elise…let me take you….

Take her where? She thought. The invisible bindings keeping her still, released allowing movement. Her body undulated with the motion of the wind encircling her. A soft touch on the exposed skin of her neck, sent shivers down her back. It was so warm. So gentle.

A sigh escaped her lips and she tilted her head to the side allowing another caress. What was happening to her? This is wrong…isn’t it? Her mind dulled, as her body came alive.

Yesss…Elise. Elise…

There was no mistaking the sexual tone of the voice. It was deep, masculine and erotic. As it spoke her name, hands she couldn’t see slowly slid up her legs. Looking down she watched the hem of her skirt lifting higher. Her head swam with the sudden knowledge of something, someone touching her intimately. Some one she couldn’t see.

Open your eyes…

She obeyed. Before her was a large cloud. No not a cloud, an imprint in the wind forming into the shape of a man. A tall well built man, strong and handsome. Him. Her sex heated as his muscular body floated up, over her. At first, she sighed at the sudden loss, wanting to reach out. To touch him. Her knees trembled. A knot formed in her lower abdomen. It drifted down in tiny pulses of pleasure to moisten the flesh between her thighs. Sweet sensations penetrated deep into her body.

Suddenly her clothes were much to constricting. A small whimper rose from her chest, as her breathing became shallower. Powerful arms encircled her but she didn’t bother to look down, because no-one was there. Or was there? The thin line between what was real and imagined blurred. Lust heated her body. Need tightened her belly. The warm caress of masculine hands massaged her bare skin. She looked down. Her dress slowly peeled away from her breasts, down over her rounded hips. Eventually it too fell away leaving her completely naked. Her breath hitched and she squirmed trying to cover her private areas.

No…keep still…mine Elise…all mine!

The disembodied voice, commanded her to abandon herself to its tantalizing touch. She could do nothing else, as the caress grew bolder, more enticing, kneading every inch of her flesh. Her head fell back against a solid chest. So real. She could even feel the warm smooth skin. The rapid heartbeat against her naked back. So strange, so good.

She moaned, licked her lips, let her body succumb completely to the wicked pleasure overwhelming her. Instinctually, she spread her legs wide, waiting for that touch. A hand answered brushing through her nether-curls. Her sex swelled and juices flowed out eagerly. In a moment, pressure from her lover’s finger surprised her as it entered, ever so gently. She cried out, tilting her hips up, using her own hands to separate the slick folds of her pussy. Oh please…

A low male growl rumbled in her ear. At the same time his long finger plunged deep into her pussy. Another unseen hand stroked her clit in tight circles, giving it just enough pressure to send small vibrations into her tight sheath. Two long fingers pleasured her now, stroking inside her faster and faster. Elise ground her pelvis against the hand. His hand. Who are you? God she didn’t care. Did she?

Her writhing body tried to swallow those wonderfully long hard fingers in as deep as they could go. The tension built. Pure rapture ignited in her sex. Tantalizing vibrations traveled through her body, accelerating towards something Elise never felt before.

Nothing else mattered at that moment. Elise let go and screamed as her vaginal walls convulsed sharply around the still pumping digits. Rolling waves of pleasure shook her until her body went limp from the intense release. Confused and sated, Elise let the wind carry her to where ever it wanted her to be. She heard a deep masculine chuckle as sleep eventually claimed her.

Dont go to bed angry...

That night, Jack and Jules went to bed angry. They lay in bed each with their back turned to the other, both unable to sleep both unwilling to continue the fight. Jack felt Juels shift and fuss --stressed, like he was, and unable to relax.

For several minutes she was still, but then she slipped out of bed and abruptly walked out of their bedroom. Jack listened for sounds from the bathroom, but heard nothing, he sat up, straining to hear any noise. Was she crying?

He lay back down, deciding he didn’t care what she was doing, closing his eyes, several long minutes passed. What the hell was she up to?

Jack rose silently from the bed, tiptoed to the doorway and listened again. holding his breath. There was something, it was coming from the living room. Jack moved down the hallway, shifting his weight carefully, avoiding the places where the floor might squeak.

Just shy of the threshold to the living room he leaned out away from the wall and could see Jules lying on the couch. Apparently she didn’t want to sleep in the same bed with him. Fuck her, then. he muttered silently to himself ready to return to bed when he noticed movement.

She lowered her knees, and by the faint moonlight Jack could see that her hand was down the front of her pajama bottoms. Her arm jerked vigorously as she masturbated. But this wasn’t the sensual, teasing way she used on those occasions when she allowed him to watch her. This was purposeful and almost brutal.

Jacks cock grew stiff instantly. suddenly he felt bad that he had driven her to this, but at the same time he couldn’t turn away. Then he pulled his swollen cock out of his boxers and watched her. She worked her hand rapidly between her legs, breathing quickly, but not moaning like she did when putting on a show for him.

What Jack was witnessing was purely for her. She attacked her pussy, seeking relief, needing to give herself something that wasn’t about or for him. She knew how much he loved to watch her touch herself, and she was taking satisfaction from denying him this. Or so she thought.

She stopped suddenly, then punched the sofa pillow. For a moment Jack thought that she had heard him, he froze, his pulsing hard cock in a tight sweaty grip. She pulled off her pajama bottoms, threw them aside, and unbuttoned her top. Jack could just barely see her roughly pinching and pulling at both her nipples, harder than he would ever imagine doing. Jack continued stroking himself.

She licked the two middle fingers of her right hand and reached back down to her pussy. Her hand circled there a few times, then she stretched her arm in a way that told Jack she had pushed those two fingers inside her. Instead of the slow, tender motions he anticipated, she began pounding at herself.

Her whole body clenched as she repeatedly slammed her fingers into her pussy. Her relentless pace increased and she fucked herself even harder. He couldn’t believe how intense she was. The heel of her hand slapped hard against her clit, making a noise that he would have been able to hear from the bedroom. She wanted him to know she was pleasuring herself. She wanted to torture him with the knowledge that she was naked, and masturbating, and fucking herself without him.

Jack struggled not to go to her then, he wanted to say he was sorry and plunge his rigid cock into her swollen, wet cunt. wanted her to take him into her mouth while she furiously fucked her fingers. Jack wanted to be a part of her angry, spiteful passions. But he held back, not willing to give her the satisfaction. Instead, he would take what he wanted from her, use her self-serving display for his own pleasure. Jack jerked at his cock with one hand, and cupped his balls tightly with the other.

Jules pulled her knees up toward her shoulders, her feet in the air. The slick, sucking sounds of her pussy were exquisite. Still she beat away at herself, just as quick and as hard as she could. She pulled her fingers out and slapped her cunt, then slapped it again, even harder. He had never seen her do this before. It was amazing.

After a few more quick smacks, she put all her fingers together, and slipped them into the opening of her pussy. She strained and arched her back as she pushed her fingers farther and deeper. Her hips turned toward him for a moment and he could see that she was slowly forcing her entire hand into her cunt. Her face was contorted with effort and pain. Why was she doing this to herself?

She rolled back and with one last effort buried her hand up to her wrist in her cunt hole. She writhed and rocked, humping her hand with a look of pure ecstasy now on her face. Oh my god, Jack had never been as turned on by her as I was at that moment.

Her other hand was now down there as well. Her fingers pressed against her clit as she rubbed it fast and hard. She emitted a series of sharp gasps. She was close to coming. She frigged herself more and more aggressively, lifting her ass up off the sofa and thrusting violently. Jack could see every muscle in her body convulse and tighten at once and she struggled to noiselessly ride out what had to be the most intense orgasm he had ever witnessed.

At that same moment Jacks balls clenched. He looked down and watched the head of his cock swell just before a spurt of cum shot out. He hunched over his other hand and filled his palm with hot semen. Jack looked up and saw that she had collapsed back onto the sofa. Her hand was no longer crammed in her cunt, but still it lingered down there.

She continued to finger herself lightly as Jack watched her body quiver as she almost casually coaxed one delicate orgasm after another from her abused pussy. Finally she relaxed, spent and limp. Jack crept back to the bedroom with his hand full of spunk. He pulled a shirt out of the hamper and wiped himself clean, then slid into bed. It was several minutes before she returned to the room and climbed in next to him.

They were both silent, each intimately aware of the other’s wakefulness. Jack resisted, but as the images of her punishing her pussy played over and over again in my head, something inside him caved. He turned, and cautiously wrapped his arm around her, feeling her body tense with the unexpected touch, and for a moment he thought she would reject his apologetic gesture.

After a moment, she took his hand and raised it to her nose and sniffed. There where the scent of my spent load was fresh and strong. She relaxed then, knowing she had won. Her tongue glided across the palm of Jack's hand, and she followed this with a soft kiss where minutes ago he had held a pool of his own cum. She nestled his sticky hand on her breast, as Jack settled in against her back, matching the contours of his body against hers.

That night they slept no longer angry.