MasukMy kisses left her mouth and covered her cheeks, her jaw, and as she lifted her throat to me I buried my mouth in the soft skin, kissing, licking, sucking. Hands fumbling I unbuttoned her shirt and knelt before her, lifting her soft full breast to my lips, circling the nipple with the tip of my tongue, kissing and sucking lightly as she hardened and tightened in my mouth. I turned to the other, repeating my attentions, while I rubbed her other saliva-slicked nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She was gasping now and moaning, her hands bracing herself between the sink and table. “Dare I?” I thought, and cupping her breasts in each hand, my thumb caressing the tight nipples, I began to kiss down her tummy to her navel. Circling it, I flicked my tongue against the top, then the bottom, then slid my tongue hard inside it. Her moans intensified, urging me on, and I slid her shorts down to the ground. She put her hands on my head and stepped out of them, then pulled me closer to h
We chatted a bit about teaching, students, shared a few stories, and then pulled up a long driveway to an old home with a wide porch. She parked the car on the driveway, got out and led me up the stairs. I held the screen door as she pushed the unlocked door open. “One of the pleasures of country living!” she said as she walked towards the back of the house. I could see the sitting room to my left, with its old upholstered formal furniture and tables, old frames and older pictures on the wall. I watched her also as she walked, and must have imagined the little swing in her hips. A nice round bottom I’d love to get my hands on – damn I had to stop thinking like that. I followed her past the dining room table, with a silver case and old wood sideboard. The things in the house spoke of ancient refinement, and as she slid the pocket door open to the kitchen, I again admired the soft curve of her ass. I just couldn’t help myself.“C’mon in here and set down” she said, that faint accent a
“C’mon, I’ll drive you down there, and then let’s see if we can’t put something on those cuts” she said. She motioned me to an old ’69 Ford Country Squire station wagon, parked a bit off the road and near the edge of the gorge. “I was just out here enjoying the scenery myself when I saw you having some trouble down there.”I piled into her car and we raced down the road, stopping now and then so I could get out and look for the raft. Finally, about a mile down, I saw it, overturned, caught in a jumble of branches on our side of the river.“You wouldn’t have a rope, would you?” I asked. “Of course, honey. I was a Girl Scout, you know, and I am ALWAYS prepared,” she laughed. Sure enough, she took me around to the back of the station wagon, and after rummaging through a few things, produced a coil of thick rope. I scrambled down the embankment, my chest and shoulders burning now in pain, managed to grab and tie the raft, and began my ascent. I suffered not a few more scratches as I wor
It was late in the summer, and I’d been working construction along the LeHigh River, not far from Fontana Dam. A former teacher, I had become used to the cycle of nine months of inside work and three outdoors. This year, my marriage was suffering a bit more than usual as I’d taken a job that separated me from my wife and family but brought in the income needed to support them. I lived on the per diem, stayed in company housing, and sent my salary home. My needs were few – cigarettes, a few beers on the weekend, some good reading material and, just once in a while, renting a raft for a trip down the river. This was an especially bright day, the water higher than usual from the recent rains. We were awaiting new materials and had just been told that it would be at least a day before they’d deliver the steel supports we needed. While I could have spent the day at the job site and drawn my pay while chatting and doing odd jobs, I felt better about taking the rest of the day off and seei
“I want you to suck them hard Steve“, she said, but I had already started in on them with my mouth like a new born baby would do to its mother. "Oh yes... Yes yes yes, Steve Yessssssss" she moaned calling my name over and over and over again.I squeezed them both together with my hands and sucked from one to the other in rapid succession, listening to her groaning and feeling her hands on my zipper and quickly in my pants. I felt her squeeze my cock hard and the sensation made me bite down hard on her left breast which made her jump in painful pleasure and hold on to my cock that little but harder. I could feel her getting more excited and more aroused by the second and she was rushing with her actions now. "God, this feels so good, Steve. Don't stop... Do you hear me? Don't stop doing what you're doing... Oh Fuck yesss" Fucking hell, she was a screamer. And a talker... And fir some reason that singular thought got me even harder. She let go of my cock and started trying to pull her
“Now that we’ve got that out of the way its time for this”, she told me as she leaned over to me and kissed me wildly. Her hand went straight to my crotch and began rubbing my now very erect man hood as she continued attacking my mouth with hers.She then suddenly broke our kiss, rose from her seat and started to walk towards the desk, moving her ass that extra bit, just to make sure I noticed.When she got to the desk she turned to look at me, hitched up her skirt as far as it would go and jumped on the desk. Spreading her legs apart, revealing her red panties to me, she put one of her hands over her crotch and started to massage her pussy through the thin material, meanwhile she had placed the fingers of her free hand into her mouth and was sucking on them gentle.I was sitting there in my chair mesmerized by this sexy woman playing with her self on our work desk, my cock ready to explode. I started unzipping my pants and my cock sprang free as I stood up. That’s when the door open
When she decided it was time for something different, she poured a small amount of baby oil onto his bruised butt and gently rubbed it in. Casian's cock was rock hard and twitching against her thighs leaving a trail of pre-cum on her pantyhose top. “You really are a very naughty boy, Husband.” Har
Chapter 1Caspian and Harmony have been married for five years. Those years were not the smoothest, but they were still happy and grateful for each other in their lives. Their major issue was Caspian's uncanny ability to forget dates of events no matter how many times he is reminded or has them d
I could imagine Jameson's boner, rock hard, straining against the material of his boxers. I wanted him to look down at me as I knelt before him and released his cock. I had my dress pushed up and I shifted my panties to the side so that I could touch my desperate cunt. I was wet, of course. I clos
The day rolled by really quickly and before long Harmony was dressed and ready for her anniversary dinner.She drove there on her own and waited a few minutes for Caspian to get there. Even though she was currently mad at him, she could never deny how absolutely fucking handsome her husband was.







