I step in the tub after getting undressed and you lean over and turn on the hot spray of water. You know how you like it. I take the soap and suds up a natural sponge and wash you off. Then shampoo your lovely hair…you know how much I love the color, dry or wet. You snatch the sponge from me and start soaping me down. My hands and arms, underarms, and sides. You turn me round and scrub my back and back side and down the back of my legs as they tremble. You turn me around and notice a distinct change. "Oh, kind of hard there," you say slowly washing down my chest and stomach, to my navel and avoiding the hard place washing down my legs. You then kneel in the tub between my legs, your face inches from my hard dick, you wash up my right leg with the sponge, till you are just below my balls and you go to the other leg as my cock twitches near your face. You smile, and evil smile, and then up the other leg. Suddenly with out warning you swallow my hard cock in your mouth. You suck up and down the shaft several times moving me back so the shower water cascades down us, the suds on me rivering down me, and we both get all slick and wet and clean. As you suck again and again. I say, "Haven't you had enough cum today." "Yes," you say popping my cock with a loud noise from your mouth. But none  straight from the nozzle. You suck my cock and then hold the head in your mouth as you wank on me. Suck harder and harder, wanking and feeling my balls. Sucking more…I start to cum. As soon as I start, you grab the back of my ass  and press me tight on you, so my shooting dick delivers its reward directly to your throat. Your mouth makes desperate swallowing motions as you hold my cock tightly in your lips to make sure none escapes. Finally, my cock weakens in your mouth and you suck and lick the flaccid dick. You stand and let the water fall over your head, flowing down you body in streams you hug me. "Thanks for inviting you friends." You smile. Next time tell me their names. Under the shower we hug and kiss for a while, till our fingers get prunie and I say. "Let's get dry and watch a good movie. How about Field of Dreams."  Sure, I like that one," you say. And turn off the water…but not for long.

The first thing Bill saw as he walked in the kitchen door was a spike-heeled shoe in the middle of the stairs to the living room. Dropping his briefcase and keys on the counter, he walked farther into the room and spied the other shoe at the top of the stairs. Wondering why his neat-freak girlfriend had left behind what - for her - could be considered a mess, he ignored his rumbling stomach and started up the stairs. In the living room, he found a red silk blouse hanging off the back of his Laz-E-Boy, and then a pair of sheer black pantyhose trailing down the stairs that led up to the bedroom. Intrigued, he followed the "trail", discovering a black skirt on the landing and a lacy bra hanging off the bedroom doorknob.

From the bedroom came the faint scent of patchouli. The shades were drawn, the bed was piled with pillows, and there were several candles lit and scattered about the room. The bathroom door was shut. A bottle of wine and glasses sat on the nightstand. Puzzled, he ran through the calendar in his head. His birthday was a month past, and Jane's was half a year away. It wasn't February, it wasn't their "anniversary", and it wasn't even Arbor Day. With a mental shrug, he kicked off his shoes, poured the wine, and settled comfortably on the bed to wait.

The bathroom door opened, and Jane appeared in a long black silk robe that was belted loosely at her waist, so that the neckline revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her deep cleavage. Her long dark hair was twisted up behind her head, and a few damp strands curled around her pretty face. She stood still for a moment, simply watching him, and then offered a tiny smile as she walked across the room to accept the glass of wine he offered. "So what are we celebrating?" Bill asked, as she sat on the bed next to him. Her smile widened as her eyes traveled from his face to his toes, and back again. "We're celebrating the fact that I was thinking about you all day," she replied in a husky voice.

His forehead creased as he considered that. Their sex life was good enough, but he had always been the one to make the first move, and she had always been the lights-out-one-position type. She hardly ever drank more than a sip of wine, but she had already finished half her glass. Something was definitely up. Planting a soft kiss on his frown of confusion, she got up and refilled their glasses, then lifted a tray from the floor beside the bed. On it were strawberries, a bowl of whipped cream, and a plate of sliced cheese and sausage. Looking into his eyes, she fed him several tidbits before picking up a strawberry and swirling it in the whipped cream.

"My meeting was cancelled this morning," she said in a conversational tone. "So I decided to clean out some of my computer files. Evidently Lisa" - that was her secretary - "surfs the Internet when I'm out of the office. There was a whole list of the websites she's been viewing." She lifted the coated berry to her mouth, bit into it, and licked the juice off her lips. "One of the links went to a sex tutorial. I took a look at it, and that was when I started thinking about you."

Bill had been watching the tip of her tongue flicking at the bit of whipped cream on her lower lip, and almost missed what she said. When her words sank into his consciousness, he jerked his gaze back to her eyes. They were smoldering now as she offered him the other half of the strawberry.

"I know you say you don't mind that I've always been such a prude. It isn't that I didn't want more; I just didn't know what to do. So I started reading, and I learned quite a few things that they didn't teach me in Catholic school." He swallowed the fruit and took another sip of his wine. His cock, recognizing what his brain was slow to accept, throbbed with anticipation. "W-what did you learn?"

Her eyes dropped shyly. "I think I'd rather show you than tell you. But I will say that we should finish our dinner while we have the chance."

They ate quietly for a while, watching each other with banked passion. Soon there was only one strawberry and half a bowl of cream left on the tray. He coated the piece of fruit and held it up to her lips. Jane curled her tongue
around the end of the berry, wiping it clean. His fingers trembled. She caught his hand in hers, and continued to lick the red fruit until it was clean and glistening. Mesmerized by her actions, he watched in wonder as her small white teeth cut the berry in half. She held his hand out to the side, leaned forward,  and put her lips to his to transfer the sweet fruit into his mouth. As he automatically chewed and swallowed, she neatly removed the rest from his fingers and ate it. Then she brought his hand back to her lips, and carefully licked the remains of the cream off it, watching his eyes the entire time. Her mouth was warm and wet as she gently sucked each finger between her lips and caressed it with her tongue. Bill felt dizzy, as if he had drunk the entire bottle of wine himself. Wine, yes, that would bring him back to his senses!

She smiled a little as the glass shook in his hand, and after he had sipped she took it and placed it with her own on the nightstand. She moved the tray to the floor beside the bed, and stood up beside the bed. "I left work a little early to go shopping. Would you like to see what I bought?"

Restraining himself from grabbing her and throwing her on her back, he nodded. She loosed the belt holding the robe closed, and let it slip off her shoulders. Tiny black straps appeared, then a bit of black lace. As the silk slid down her arms, it revealed more of the delicate lace stretched tautly over her full breasts. The neckline exposed a good four inches of her silky white mounds, lifted close together. With a rustle the robe fell to the floor. The lace gown hugged her flat belly and spread over the flare of her hips to fall in a short skirt that ended mid-thigh. Tiny black panties peaked through the lace. Bill had often imagined his beautiful girlfriend in sexy lingerie, but this was the first time he had seen her in anything so revealing.

After posing a little self-consciously for him, she sat back down at his side and leaned forward to begin unbuttoning his shirt. "You learned all this on the Internet?" he asked, and then lost interest in her answer as her warm fingers stroked his bare chest.

"Mmm-hmmm," she breathed, and leaned forward to kiss him again. Her tongue flickered briefly across his lips, and he tasted strawberry. She sat back and looked at him seriously. "One page told me explicitly what to do . . . you know, in bed. Another page was about seduction techniques. When I first thought about doing those things for you, I felt a little embarrassed. And then I read that the best way to thank a man for pleasing me is to do things that please him. That made sense, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to give you
back the pleasure that you have given me."

Her eyes were on her hands, now folded neatly in her lap. Bill reached out and put a finger under her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Show me what you learned," he rasped.

Like a shy but eager puppy she obeyed. Pulling him to the edge of the bed, she took off his shirt, and then knelt to remove his socks. Her fingers shook as she unzipped his fly, and she looked up nervously at his indrawn breath. With a reassuring smile, he stood up and stepped out of his pants as he raised her to her feet. Clasping her waist loosely in his hands, he bent his head to kiss her. Back in familiar territory, Jane moved her lips under his until both of their mouths opened simultaneously. She allowed his tongue to probe the deepest recesses of her mouth before pressing forward with her own. As she slipped her tongue in and out between his lips, one hand moved between their bodies to lightly stroke his hardening cock through his shorts. Her breasts brushed against his chest, and he felt her nipples hardening through the lace that covered them. The feathery touches continued to tease him as her other hand went to the back of his neck and pulled him into a deeper kiss. Wanting to feel her gentle fingers directly on his cock, he pushed at his boxers until they fell around his ankles. She caught him in her warm hand and squeezed ever so lightly. A sound of pleasure rumbled in his throat. Immediately she raised her hands to his shoulders and began gently pressing him back down onto the bed. As he sat on the edge, she broke the kiss and sank gracefully to her knees before him. Looking up into his eyes, she began slowly stroking his chest and arms, then down over his stomach and thighs. A visible tremor went through him when she concentrated her gaze on his cock, now standing at full attention. Studying it
carefully, she went over the article she had read earlier that day. With one finger she traced the pulsing vein that ran along the underside. Licking her lips in an unconscious but highly provocative way, she lifted his balls in her hand and caressed them with her thumb. Then her fingers curled loosely around his shaft and slid up and down, testing the length and circumference of it. He could feel the warmth of her breath flowing over him. Finally, with only the slightest hesitation, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against the head.

Bill moaned and fell back on the bed, quickly propping himself up on his elbows so he could watch her through narrowed eyes. As he watched, her little tongue came out and stroked around the tip of his cock in exactly the same manner it had cleaned the strawberry. She found the indentation of the opening, and made little stabbing motions at it that elicited the first pearl of pre-cum. He saw her notice the salty taste, pause to consider it, and then her entire tongue was flattened against it. His head fell back with another moan, and then he felt wet warmth surrounding the end of his cock. When he looked again, her mouth had closed over the entire tip, and her fingers were lightly stroking his shaft while she looked up anxiously to see his reaction. Unable to speak, he managed a nod and a slight smile of encouragement, so that she returned her attention to what she was doing.

Exhaling hot, moist air over him, she began to trace the upper ridge with her tongue. His cock twitched in her hand at the stimulation, and that seemed to be the encouragement she needed. Squeezing his lower shaft rhythmically with one hand, and cupping his balls with the other, her head bobbed up and down as she licked her way all over the head before taking it into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the slippery skin as she sucked the first couple of inches in and out. After several minutes of this, she looked up to see his reaction. He was panting rapidly, his eyes fixed on her face. Judging the moment correctly, she released him and puckered her lips to blow cooling air over his entire cock. Her hands rising to caress his chest and stomach, she buried her head between his legs. Her tongue washed his balls, licked up the length of him once, and then she turned her head and began to tickle his thighs with her lips. Feeling the muscles in his stomach clench, she moved upward to the area where his legs joined his torso. With long slow strokes she traced the indentation of the
joint, and then followed a trail up over his belly to his navel. Her chin brushed against his cock as she circled his navel with her tongue before traveling down the other side of his body. One hand lifted his balls for another bathing, while her forefinger tickled at the taut skin just beneath them. When she slid her tongue in a soothing motion up the full length of his shaft, she could feel the blood pounding in it. According to her sources, now was the time to withdraw temporarily.

As she got to her feet, she retrieved the bowl of whipped cream from the tray beside the bed. Telling him to lie back, she dipped her finger in the cream and placed it against his lips. He licked it clean, then captured her finger in his mouth and sucked on it. With a shiver, she pulled away and stared down at him thoughtfully. Then she began to finger-paint his chest with cool, sweet foam. Beginning at his collarbone, she painted a line down the center of his chest to his navel. Next she added curlicues branching off of it, one snaking out to encircle each of his nipples, with a thick dollop on top of each tight peak. Then, on one side of his abdomen she traced the initial B, and on the other the initial J. Finally, she coated his lips in white, and then set the bowl aside. Carefully kneeling on the bed at his side, she turned to the task of licking him clean. When she had licked away the cream on his lips, she allowed only a brief, hungry kiss before moving down his neck. Bill's eyes shifted to her body as she worked her way across his chest. Her breasts hung down, the lace restraining the heavy flesh that was answering gravity's call. So far he had been passive, but as her tongue followed a spiraling path toward one sensitive nipple, he lifted a hand to cup her breast. She paused briefly, pressing against his hand, and then resumed her licking. His thumb brushed over her nipple just as she wrapped her lips around his own, and they both sucked in their breath. Long after the whipped cream was gone, she continued to suckle on him, so he continued to stroke her. Finally she leaned across him to work the other side of his chest, and he followed suit by switching breasts. They were both gasping when she made quick work of cleaning up the line down his stomach, and as she went to work on the initials she had painted - well aware of, but avoiding, the turgid cock that throbbed just beyond her face - he reached up both hands to the tiny straps of her gown and pushed them off her shoulders. Her breasts sprang free of their confinement and jiggled against his palms as she moved back up to kiss him again.

"Give me the bowl," he growled, and after a startled look she obeyed by reaching over the side of the bed. While she was doing that, he shifted so his back was propped up by the pillows, and then quickly caught her around the waist and lifted her to straddle his stomach. His cock was now cushioned against her silk-covered ass, and he could feel the heat emanating from her center. Only sheer will power kept him from ripping off her panties and entering her right then. Instead, he reached up and pulled out the clasp that held her long, satiny brown hair. It fell down her back to tickle the tops of his thighs. Then he dipped his own fingers into the cream and began to decorate her breasts, being sure to completely coat each nipple. When he was done, he dipped two fingers into the bowl, and then offered them to her. As her lips closed around them, he leaned forward and began to lick at the outer edges of her breasts, slowly working his way to the center of each. Before he touched the deep rose of her areolas, he looked up. Her eyes were closed as she continued to suck rhythmically on his already-clean fingers. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and he could feel the moisture building in the crotch of her panties. With a feral smile, he opened his mouth wide and took one entire peak into his mouth. Jane gasped out loud as he suckled hungrily, and grabbed his head with both hands to pull him closer. As he shifted to the other side, his caught her hips and began moving them back and forth, creating a delicious friction for each of them. He found the side snaps of her panties and opened them, but left the silk where it was, between them. When she took up the rhythm on her own, his hands were free to hold her breasts, squeezing gently as he continued to use his tongue on the turgid tips. Now his hips were humping upward as hers ground down against him. With a moan of frustration, she reached down and jerked her panties away.

He froze as his cock came in contact with her bare, wet flesh. She had shaved! He looked down in disbelief. There was a still a small, well-trimmed patch of dark hair covering her mound, but her pussy lips showed clean and plump and spread wide around the thickness of his cock. When his eyes rose to hers, she suddenly looked worried. "Is it okay?" Bill groaned. "You have no idea how okay it is . . . but I'll have to prove it later. Right now . . . "

She leaned forward and kissed him hard. "I need to feel you inside me," she whispered against his lips. Lifting herself on one knee, she reached down to grasp his cock in her hot hand. After brushing it back and forth in her moisture, she positioned the head at her hole and accepted him inch by slow, torturous inch. When they were completely joined, her face wore a grin of pure satisfaction. She braced a hand on each side of his head so that her breasts hung nearly in his face. He caught them and kissed them as she raised her hips a couple of inches and then sank back down. Her love tunnel was soaking wet, and seemed to be tighter than ever before. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

"Ride me, dammit," he commanded, and she was quick to obey. She rose up until only the head of his cock was inside her, and then clenched her inner muscles as she sank down to grind her pelvis against his. Again and again, and each time he was completely buried inside her she gave a little moan of pleasure. After several moments of this she suddenly sat up and pressed down hard against him. Her hips began to rotate and her sheath clenched as she rubbed herself on him. Judging that she was near orgasm, he reached up and caught her bouncing breasts in his hands. With thumbs and forefingers he pinched her nipples, rolled them, pulled on them. The slight pain made her hips thrash wildly against him. When he pinched just a little harder, she  suddenly pressed down hard against him, threw back her head, and shuddered hard.

While Jane was still in the throes of her climax, he rolled them both over. As his thrusting became faster and deeper, he watched her eyes begin to clear, only to glaze over again as she soared toward another peak. Wanting to give her a second orgasm, he slowed his thrusts until she was gasping for breath. When her legs wrapped themselves around his hips and drew him in even deeper, he could hold back no longer. Just as he was about to lose control, he felt her tense and explode, crying out his name. With one last thrust he felt his cock spurting, deep inside her clutching pussy.

When they had regained their breath, he rolled off her and almost knocked the bowl with the remnants of whipped cream off the bed. He scooped up the last bit out and held it to her lips with a grateful smile.

"I think my secretary deserves a raise," she murmured around his finger.

I live in a small southeastern town and I live alone. I being a single man with still sexual desires, so jerking off a lot is not unusual. I used to pride myself in Jerking off at least 6-8 times a day until about 8 years ago. Back surgeries and Blood Pressure medicine have taken their toll. Anyway, I live next to a very sexy though a bit overweight woman, who I have desired for at least ten years. Finally one day we were talking about everything, since she likes to talk, and as always it revolved around sex. I told her I was very Horny and wanted more than anything to have her sexually. She said I couldn't fuck her, but she did not have any problem with me eating her cunt now and then. I took advantage of that and I made sure it was more now than then. She ( I'll call her Sherri) was a very luscious woman and has over the years gained a few extra lbs, so I am more desire came home and came directly to my house, as her husband was not home from work as yet. I let her in and I laid on the floor under her, completely naked and I just opened my mouth under her cunt. Huge dollops of warm cum plopped from her fat cunt and landed directly into my open mouth and filled it quickly. I swallowed as fast as I could and was soon bloated in the belly by the amount of cum she dumped into my mouth. I told her to let me relax long enough to get accustomed to the load of cum I had devoured and said it would take a few minutes to get ready to accept her piss. She said she had to really piss a lot and I would have to do my best to swallow all I could. What I did not know was that there were six guys at her house waiting for her to have sex with them. I was first and I made sure I got it all and I sucked and lapped her cunt clean and told her I was ready for the Piss. Sharri squatted over my mouth and let the warm stream of golden pussy sauce and pissed out. Once in a while i would wake up and feel a cock deeply in my asshole pumping like hell and feeling the cum shoot into me. Sherri told me she was going to let me fuck her asshole anytime I wanted it and we made plans to have as much sex as possible. That has been two years along now and I don't want it to ever stop. Maybe I can get a few of her girlfriends to join us and maybe a few of the guys she has sex with from out of town as well. The stupid piece of shit she is married to has no idea that anything is going on and I certainly will never tell him, as I don't speak to him anyhow. What a great life of stolen sex and lust.

The convulsion of her tight love tube pushing her sweet juices all over the strangers chin. As she lay recovering on the floor her stranger lifted her up and took her through to the bedroom , placing the orgasm racked JENNY gently on the bed. She looked through glazed eyes and saw the stranger undressing, her eyes fixed on the hard erection he was gently stroking as he looked down at her. When he bent down to kiss her, JENNY could taste herself on his lips, such had been the amount that flowed from her. Turning her over the stranger began to trace his tongue down her back. She could feel light kisses travelling down her spine.

Kneeling behind her the stranger lifted her hips up and back towards his waiting engorged rod, impaling her on his mighty erection. JENNY gasped as she felt herself being stretched and filled with his hot, throbbing member. The stranger held her hips tightly as he lunged into her, encouraged by JENNY thrusting back at every pulsating 
stroke. JENNY felt his cock throb and jump within her as a torrent of hot cum drenched her insides, the cum running over her thighs as he pulled out to spray the rest over her.