With a sigh, he turned his eyes back upon the expanse of the flower garden that seemingly spread its way toward the base of the foothills. It was hard to imagine that such colorful variety could bloom so well in the Arizona heat, but with a smile at the thought, he realized there was more magic here than just the flowers blooming in this heat.
As he continued to peer out of the huge window, he was constantly aware of his wife’s soft breathing as she continued to sleep. He was so in love with her it was hard to put in words, even in his own mind. It would be impossible to try and describe the depth of his love if someone where to ask him to explain it.
As his thoughts moved from one line of thought to the next, he found himself getting slightly aroused at the thought of just how sexy she was. Inwardly he smiled. Boy, did they both come a long ways.
Moving over to take a seat in their wooden rocker that was situated in front of the window, Eric sat down and allowed his mind to continue with the thoughts of their personal growth. It was so hard to imagine that their lives changed so dramatically all those years ago. It was certainly nothing that they had planned, or for that matter could have even dreamed of.
As his thoughts continued to pursue the history that had brought him to this point in life, the familiar and comforting feeling made itself known. He was only wearing his robe, and as he relaxed in the rocking chair, the ties of his robe fell to the side, seemingly by themselves. With a smile, he relaxed against the back of his chair as his “mistress” started her subtle administrations that he had grown to love so well.
He glanced again to the bed to make certain his wife was undisturbed as the warmth of his “mistress’” mouth started to do its work upon his rising member. Oh, the pleasures that he had received all down the years.
**************
“Come on, honey, you know we need this.” Eric said to his wife on the other end of the line.
She had worked so hard at the hospital, and neither one of them had taken a vacation in the five years since they had been married. In fact, he thought to himself, the last real vacation had been their honeymoon.
“Besides, babe, I just thought of it. The last time we really had any time to ourselves was on our honeymoon. It’s not like you don’t have the time.” He implored.
“I know, sweetheart,” Chrissy replied, “I am getting tired and I know we need the break, are you sure we could afford it right now?”
Eric knew she was concerned about the mortgage on their new home, but she, always the frugal one, had forgotten about the savings that they had inherited from his aunt’s estate. They were more than taken care of.
“Hon, you know that we don’t have anything to worry about. We need the time. You know we do. We need to be able to spend some time, just you and I, without any major interference. Besides, I’ve already spoken to Roy and he has agreed to take my accounts for three or four weeks.”
Eric, was a junior partner in an advertising firm, one that he helped put on the map with national slogan, so as far as time off was concerned, he also had it coming.
“Okay, Eric, if Roy has already agreed, it’s fine with me. Just let me talk to the supervisor before I get home. I’ll see you then, babe, I have to get going.”
“Bye, hon, see you in a few.” And with a smile of accomplishment, he hung up the phone.
**************
A week later they were speeding down I-10 from Phoenix, on their way to El Paso, Texas, or at least in that general area.
“Honey,” Chrissy said, with a little mischief in her voice, “this has been a long time coming. I’m sooo glad you finally persuaded me to do this.” As she said this, she laid her head upon his shoulder and allowed her right hand to fall at his lap.
He quickly glanced at his wife with a smile. “With you hand right where it is,” he said, “I’m wondering what it is your glad about?”
As her hand slowly traced little circles on his bare leg, she replied, “Why, you know, the time we have together. It’s been soooo loonnng.”
Just as she knew would happen, Eric’s short pants started to stretch a bit at the crotch. Noticing this, she giggled.
“My, my, what do we have here.” She reached for his zipper and slowly let it down.
“Whooaa, wait a second there, babe,” he gasped, “if you’re trying to prove you have the touch, believe me you do, but I don’t know if playing with junior is such a great idea. Hon, we’re going seventy five miles an hour.”
“Ahh, honey, don’t worry, I’ll leave the driving to you!” she gleefully said as she reached in and pulled his cock from its enclosure. “My, my, my, but I do believe ‘junior’ wants to play.”
She continued to watch as she gently entwined his growing cock with her thumb and forefinger. It always fascinated her how his genitals reacted to her gentle touch. She couldn’t really reach his balls, because of the way he was sitting, but the shape of his circumcised penis fascinated her. She loved stroking him and watching him get so hard. She didn’t know if he was average or big, compared to other guys, but she knew that his eight inches of hardness filled her up, very satisfactorily, thank you. “Ooohhhh, baby, you’d better be careful or you might have a mess on your hands. Especially if you keep doing that!” Eric stammered.
“Ummm,” she just said, smiling at him, oh so wickedly, he thought. She loved to tease him so. She went from stroking him to putting her hand around as much of his cock as she could and gently squeezing him. She knew he liked that.
“Well,” she said, “we certainly don’t want a mess in the car. Especially, since you’re driving, so, I think I have an idea.” With her hand still gripping his cock, she leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek and in the next instant; she bent down and put her mouth over the head of his prick.
You would have thought that he’d been shot. “Yooooooaa, my god, honey, god, I almost came right then and there.” He cried.
Going down on him was something that she just didn’t do that often. Once in a great while, in fact. When he realized what she had done, it was almost instantly too much.
“Ooooohhhh, you know what that does to me. I don’t know if I can hold out much longer. Do you wan—want me-e to pull over?”
“Ummmfffmhhh,” she mumbled around a mouthful of cock. She reached up and hit him in the chest and waved ahead to the road.
“Oh, geez, honey, I’m going to cum. God, I’m going to cum, if you don’t stop!”
He could feel the tightness in his balls. The feeling of her warm mouth and the way her tongue was caressing the underside of his cock made him feel the sensitivity way back behind his balls. He was gripping the steering wheel so tight, that his knuckles where turning white. All he could think of was that it was a good thing he had the cruise control on and traffic on the interstate was light this early in the morning.
He didn’t want to cum yet, but, on the other hand, he wanted to so bad. His wife’s sucking was so hot, so fantastic. So unexpected. The noises she was making with her mouth weren’t helping his stamina any either. Her moaning was vibrating his prick in a way that it had never felt before.
Then, when he least expected it, her caresses to his leg ceased and she slowly scraped her fingernails towards his pant-encased balls. When her hand cupped him between his legs, he felt his face flush and his legs tighten.
“Ooohhhhhhhh, goooddddddddd, honeeeeeyyyyy, I’mmmm cummmminggg!!!” And with a final grunt his gut spasmed and he felt his cock heat and the sensation of overwhelming release as his jism gushed forward into his wife’s hot, sucking mouth.
“AAAAAAhhhhhggggggg.” Was all that he could get out. Chrissy didn’t let up. Even though she didn’t have his whole cock in her mouth, her tongue worked to get every drop. And she wasn’t just sucking, oh no; her tongue was working a mile a minute also.
He wanted so bad to just look down and watch, but he was having enough trouble keeping the car under control. ‘Oh god,’ he thought, ‘where did she learn that?’ Finally, as sensitivity returned, he had to tell her to stop.
She arose from her position with a smile on her face, and as he stared at her, his mind caught the fact that there wasn’t even a drop of his cum on her lips.
“God, hon,” he barely stammered, “What got into you? That was awesome!”
She was breathing rather heavy when she replied, “Liked it did you? God, I’m so hot I could jump you right now. Babe, I don’t know what has gotten into me, but geez, I want you so bad.”
She leaned back in her seat, and looked over at Eric, while she pulled the leg of her white shorts aside and ran her finger through the little triangle of hair between her legs.
“I am soooo very hot. I am so wet and horny right now, we may have to cut our jaunt a little short just so you can help me out here.” Then she raised her finger slowly to her mouth and exaggerated a sucking motion on her finger.
Eric could not believe what he was seeing. Thinking quickly to himself, he wondered what had come over her as she continued to probe at her exposed pussy. Not that their sex life was bad, on the contrary, it was fairly good. Maybe not super, but she always took care of him and he thought he took care of her. They just had not been real adventurous. Maybe, due to their upbringing, he wasn't sure. After all, he was no psychiatrist. But this, this was so totally not her.
“Jesus, Eric, we’re going to have to pull over,” she said, her breathing becoming deeper and more pronounced.
Eric looked over at her and even though he had just come, he could feel the blood rushing to his member again. She was certainly hot, and with her hand between her legs and her chest heaving, man, he could even see her nipples poking through her white T-shirt that she had on. Yes, indeed, she was very, very hot indeed.
She was starting to moan and grind her hips against her fingers. Eric could see the glistening wetness from between her thighs. One thing was for certain; she could really get wet. He started to lick his lips, his mind imagining going down on her. Just like her going down on him, she had always been reluctant to allow him to go down on her. She couldn’t quite get the idea that it was dirty out of her mind. Being as young as they were, she just didn’t understand the need that some men have with being face to face with such a lovely sight.
Eric, on the other hand, had no preconceived notions about muff diving being dirty. To him that was an erotic part of making love. There was nothing greater than trying to pleasure your partner with your mouth, as she was pleasuring you.
Eric reached over with his right hand and inserted a finger just inside the folds of her lips and felt the flow of wetness. Chrissy let out a moan and tried to raise herself to meet his fingers. She grabbed his hand and helped him rub the wetness at her pussy lips.
“Geez, honey, please, put your finger in me,” she cried. “I’ve got to feel you in me. Please!”
Eric, found that little button that he knew would drive her even more crazy and pressed his slick against it, sliding back and forth until her legs started quivering.
“Ohhh, please don’t stop. Oh god, that feels, ahhhhh, soo good. Oh geez, hon, oh geez I’m going to cum.”
She had put her hand underneath her blouse and was pinching her nipples as Eric continued his ministrations. But as he continued to finger her clit, she started squeezing and pinching and pulling her erect nipples with both hands, gyrating her hips, trying to force her pussy harder on his finger.
Finally, her breathing coming is heavy gasps, Eric, pinched her clit between his thumb and finger and she let loose. Her body started to shake and her legs clenched his hand and she continued moaning as wave after wave of her orgasm rippled through her body.
“Shit, oh shit, oh god that feels so good. Oh god, I’m in heaven, oh Eric that feels so good.” She sobbed, gasping as the final waves of her orgasm rushed through her.
Eric removed his hand and brought it to his nose with a mischievous smile on his face. “Ummmm, so good,” was all he said.
“Oh, Eric, I do love you so much,” she sighed as she leaned over and kissed him on his cheek. “But I still think we need to find a place to stay for the night.”
Just as she finished saying that, they spied a billboard with advertisement that read, “Catalina Manor Bed and Breakfast nestled in the foothills of the Catalina Mountains. Your home away from home. Rekindle the love. No reservations needed. Next exit.”
“Man, Eric, what a coincidence, let’s just stop there and spend the night. I know we haven’t traveled very far, but I don’t care. We wanted to get away and that sounds so lovely.” Chrissy was almost pleading. She must be really hot, Eric thought to himself.
“You bet, hon, it’s alright with me,” and with that they took the exit and headed to the Manor.
**************
When the ad said that it was nestled at the base of the foothill, it certainly wasn’t exaggerating. It couldn’t have been more secluded if it had wanted to be. But as they drove up the winding road, they felt an inner excitement the closer they got. Soon, all signs of civilization were behind them and beautiful desert flowers all in bloom and spiny cactus and palo verde plants surrounded them. The aromas that drifted into the car were almost intoxicating. They just looked at each other and smiled.
“This is so right.” Eric stated, matter-of-factly.
“Yes, hon, I do agree.” His wife intoned.
Then, from out of the colors rose a beautiful, two-story, white Victorian house. Its pristine appearance almost took their breath away. It was absolutely beautiful to behold. There was a circular drive that pulled right in front with flowers lining the way. It was hard to imagine all the flowers that were in view. It almost seemed unreal. All around was desert, dry, sparse and bare; and right in the middle stood this near perfect oasis.
“Oh, yes,” they both intoned in unison.
“I’ll go register,” Eric told his wife, “you can wait in the cool car if you want.”
“No way, buster,” she laughed, “if the inside is half as beautiful as out here, I’m going in with you.”
Eric turned the ignition off, went around and opened the door for his wife. Luckily, there were no stains on either of them to betray what they had done on the way there.
Inside was a small entryway with a little podium and a guest registration book and a button, presumably connected to a bell. Eric pressed the button and waited for the owners, or managers to come. They could see past the foyer into what appeared to be a living room area, and what little they could see was quite lavish. Eric nudged Chrissy and gestured to the room, just as a little white haired man and woman approached.
The older couple took a second to look them up and down in an appraising way, then stated, “Ah yes, we’ve been expecting you.” Their smile was warm and inviting.
Chrissy glanced at her husband questioningly, then Eric replied, “Oh, we’re sorry but we didn’t have reservations. We just saw your sign and the ad stated reservations weren’t necessary. We thought it would be a perfect place for us to spend the evening.”
“We’re on vacation,” Chrissy said as if to qualify her husband’s reply.
The older couple just smiled and nodded in a way of affirmation, then gave Eric a pen and asked him to sign them in. They again looked at one another and smiled, with what appeared to Eric as a mischievous gleam in their eyes.
“Please forgive us,” the elderly woman replied with a smile, “we’re the Parkers. We own this humble little home and we want to welcome you. I’m Margaret and my husband is Harold. We didn’t mean to forget our manners.”
The couple reached out and gave their hands in a warm and welcoming handshake to the younger couple.
“How long would you like to stay?” Margaret asked.
“Well,” said Eric, “we were just thinking of overnight, but the atmosphere and beauty of the surroundings is so wonderful, we might stay a little longer. If that’s all right, I mean.”
“Oh, most definitely,” replied Harold, “you just make yourself at home.”
Harold and Margaret smiled at the young couple and as Chrissy and Eric stood there for the briefest seconds, the younger couple felt a warmth start to creep up their bodies. It seemed as if it started in their feet and soon centered in their guts. They were both starting to feel the fire of arousal.
Harold spoke again, “We have just one major rule, and that is you do make yourselves at home. Literally. The misses and I will be out of your hair. Feel free to look around. If your hungry, we will most certainly delight in fixing what ever you would want, but also feel free to grab something yourself. While you’re here, our house is yours.”
Margaret, grabbed Chrissy’s hand then said, “Come on, sweetie, let me show you to your room.” Eric chimed in as he glanced at his wife; “We would like a hot shower and maybe rest a bit.” He was very aware of the advent of his arousal and the last thing he wanted to do was be embarrassed in front of this older couple.
“Oh, you bet, sweetie, you just make yourself at home,” and she winked at him!
Eric’s face started to flush a bit. She winked at him. We weren’t pulling anything over on them, he thought.
They followed Margaret up the flight of stairs to the second floor where she opened the door right at the top of the stairs. “Now kids, we meant what we said. Make yourselves at home, but feel free to call on us if you need us for the slightest thing. You will find a bathroom right off the bedroom, towels and everything you need is there.” With that she squeezed Chrissy’s hand affectionately, then turned and went back down the stairs.
Eric took his wife’s hand and led her into the room and quietly closed the door. There was a deadbolt on the inside so he smiled at Chrissy as he turned the knob.
“God, I am soooo hot for you.” He said.
“Babe,” Chrissy responded, “was it just me or did you feel it too, when they shook our hands? I wanted to cream right there.”
“Yea, I felt it and right now I want to throw you on that bed and give you one of Eric Latham’s famous meat injections.”
She playfully slapped him on the arm, “Oh you are so nasty, Mr. Latham. But right now, I want a shower.”
“Would you join me, sir?” she asked, trying to act coyly.
“Ummm, baby, you don’t have to ask me twice,” he replied taking her into his arms. Eric slowly walked her backwards towards the bed as he raised her arms to remove her T-shirt. As he slowly removed her top, his fingers caressed her sides. He looked into her eyes lovingly as he felt his cock begin to stir with anticipation.
He cupped her breasts in his hands and sighed, “Oh honey, you don’t know how much I love you. You are just so beautiful. How did I get to be so lucky?”
She didn’t need to reply. She was getting lost in the eroticism of the moment. She could feel the blood start to rush between her legs as her husband continued to caress her tits. Eric leaned over and planted a quick kiss on each nipple, then gently blew on them both. The reaction was immediate as her nipples rose as if to meet his lips.
She had beautiful nipples. They puckered out so prominently and just the sight of them could be a big turn on. Her breasts were not huge; she was about a 36C, which was more than enough for Eric. He was not enamoured by large breasted women anyway. But, he did love her ass.
Chrissy always thought she was too big, but Eric always told her that it was what he liked. He teased her and told her she had a “J-Lo” ass. Just perfect for him. She was perfect for him. He kept caressing her sides, up and down and back up again as he kissed and nipped at her nipples.
Playfully, she pushed him away, giggling. She said, “If you don’t stop, we’ll never get that shower.”
“Okay,” he said as he removed his shirt. “But, I get to rub your—a—back,” he said with a grin.
“It’s a deal. I may even let you rub more. But only if you’re good.” And with that she removed her shorts and through them on the bed. Again, Eric just looked. She was beautiful. Her breasts didn’t sag. Her nipples still hard as little pebbles, and her hips. Oh, her hips had just the right fullness; and right there, perfectly in the middle was that little triangular patch that seemed to be pointing downward as if to say, ‘this way to pleasure.’
She grinned at him and said, “You better stop what ever it is you’re thinking,” and she pointed to his emerging hard-on, “or we’ll never make it to the shower.” She laughed and started running to the bathroom.
He blushed, not realizing he had been staring so intently. He reached down and pulled his shorts off, threw them on the bed and ran after her.
“Oh that wouldn’t be a problem, dearie, I know just how we would fit.”
She had opened the stall and started the water going. It was a nice spacious bathroom. It had a shower and what looked to be a garden tub. The construction had to be great for the second floor to support such a big, luxurious tub. It almost looked like you could throw a party in there.
They both stepped into the shower and then without warning a feeling came over them. They felt it at the same time as they looked at each other. Eric poked his head out the shower stall and looked around. It wasn’t necessarily an uneasy feeling; it just felt as if someone was watching them.
He closed the shower stall again and turned to his wife, “Weird, it sure feels like we’re being watched.”
“Well,” she said, “if we are, how about giving them something worth watching.” And she reached down and grabbed his cock as she pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss.
Eric didn’t think he could get any harder. It must have been the freedom or something that caused him to become so hard. Even Chrissy’s nipples were harder than he had ever remembered. God she felt so good he thought as he pulled her close. His cock was pushing into her lower abdomen and she was grinding herself into it.
She fondled his balls, as the water from the shower continued to cascade around them. She felt like she couldn’t kiss him hard enough as her tongue explored his mouth. Oh, he was such a good kisser, she thought.
Despite the water rushing around them, she could feel herself get even wetter between her legs. As she fondled Eric’s balls, he explored between her legs, testing for the sensitivity of her clit. The way it became engorged always fascinated him as he gently rubbed back and forth.
Her legs were getting weak as she started to quietly moan. She continued to stroke his cock as she kissed and nipped each one of his nipples. His little nubbins got so hard, and she knew just how to make them sensitive as she took first one, then the other gingerly between her teeth and pinched.
She reached around him and grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them a bit as she continued to kiss his chest. Her kisses were slowly moving downward and all Eric could imagine was a replay of earlier in the day.
Not to disappoint him, sure enough, still clutching his butt cheeks, she kissed the head of his cock. It was so hot, and she knew it wasn’t just because of the hot water. As the water cascaded down her long hair and ran down her back, she leaned forward and engulfed his manhood in her mouth. She had never been able to take his whole eight inches into her mouth without gagging, she just wasn’t that into giving blowjobs, but just within this one day she had become like a crazed woman.
Even though Eric had come so hard in the car, the feelings that his wife was giving him were beyond belief. It was all he could do to stand as his legs became wobbly and weak. Reaching down, he gently pushed her away and held her hands raising her to her feet. He slowly turned her around, trading places with her in front of the shower spray.
Eric reached around her and cupped her breasts in his two hands as he nibbled at her ear lobes. She squirmed and gyrated her butt against his throbbing manhood. He started kissing her neck, then her shoulders, slowly descending down her back as his fingers caressed her sides with gentle touches. She was moaning quietly as she reached between her legs with her right hand and started to finger her cunt. Despite the amount of water she could feel the wetness of her arousal on her fingers. She pushed two fingers as deep as she could reach then withdrew them again then repeated.
All the while Eric was descending towards her ass cheeks, planting little kisses here and there. A part of her mind knew where he was heading, and that part of her deep inside wanted encompass the aversion, but she was so horny, and it felt so good, she was past caring. And then she felt his tongue as he spread her cheeks apart. She gave a loud moan as her legs began to shake, her fingers flicking faster across her engorged clit.
About that time, something changed. Not enough to register at first, but subtle, and gently. While she was rubbing and pinching her clit, Eric was giving her ass a hot tonguing and it felt like someone was starting to suck on her nipples. She could have sworn it felt like a hot mouth was sucking gently on her nipples. As the thought started to seep into her mind, her insides were starting to get that heightened sense of something ready to explode. She had just started to feel what seemed like little nips on her nipples when it felt like the dam broke and the waves started crashing over her.
She just pinched her clit when at the same time Eric’s tongue seemed to penetrate her anus and the nibbling on her nipples seemed to get harder. She let out a yell and started to moan and shake as her knees wobbled and she felt her juices start to flood. She reached out to prop herself against the wall as Eric caught her by her hips.
“Oohhhhhh, shit, yeeeeesssssss, ohhh goddddd, it feels soooo gooooood!” she screamed. Then in the midst of her orgasm, she thought she sensed Eric get between her legs and lap at her cunt. It was as if he were trying to devour all of her juices. She continued to shake and squirm and Eric grabbed her by her waist and held her close, her legs splayed apart as Eric, so she thought, was eating her out. Then it dawned on her. Eric was holding her up and just then, another wave, stronger than the first washed over her. “Ooooooooooohhhh, geeeeezzzzz, here we go again, oh goddddd it feels soooooo gooooooood ohhhh Eric hhoolddd meeee!”
The next thing Eric knew she went limp. Frantically he picked her up and pushed open the shower stall with his foot. Carefully stepping over the base, he carried her to the bedroom and placed her on the bed. At first he was frantic. She had never cum so hard before in their marriage. He was still sporting a hard-on himself, seeing her like that had so aroused him.
He placed his head on her chest and realized she was okay, but just out. He had heard of that but had never witnessed it before. He looked upon her glistening body as the water beaded on her skin and he slowly started to dab the wetness from her. She was so beautiful, and man, he had forgotten just how hot and desirable she was. He realized they really needed this time to themselves.
He dried her and placed a blanket over her, then proceeded to dry himself off. He still had a raging hard-on. Well, he thought to himself, I have pleasured myself more than once in the past. He glanced at his wife on the bed and throwing the towel to the floor, laid on the covers next her.
As he lay there he slowly reached between his legs and pulled on his throbbing member. Man, he thought, she was an animal. His cock rose, seemingly to stretch to the ceiling. He gently stroked the head. As he continued to pleasure himself, the light from the big picture window in their room was diminishing, casting shadows upon the walls and ceiling.
If he closed his eyes, he could almost replay the events of the day. The feel of her mouth on his cock while he was driving, the way she took it into her mouth with the warmth of the water hitting his chest. He stopped his manipulation of his cock as he folded his arms behind his head. He thought he could almost sense her presence upon him knowing even then that she was lying beside him apparently in a deep slumber.
He started to move his arms back down when all of a sudden----“Wha-wh—at the hell.” He was almost yelling. He found that he was unable to move his arms. The harder he struggled the harder it seemed to move. He was just able to move his eyes enough to see that his wife was still in a slumber.
As his mind was trying to come to grips with this new phenomenon he thought he heard, no, he knew he was hearing a subtle, and gentle voice in his ear. “Peace, peace, do not struggle my fine young man. Relax. Enjoy. You have been chosen. No harm will come to you.”
Eric found himself relaxing and yet, he still couldn’t see anything or anyone and yet that voice was almost hypnotic, soothing. His mind was beginning to relax and as it did, his struggles lessened and he did have some range of movement. Maybe, minor, but he didn’t feel like he was being stifled and as he was trying to analyze this new circumstance he became aware of new sensations, new and not unduly unpleasant to say the least.
It almost felt as if someone was caressing his legs, just above the ankles, ever so gently. He could feel the hairs start to stand, not quite tickling, but rather very pleasant. He had a wild thought; it almost felt erotic. With that, his cock gave a jerk and he could feel the blood start to rush. He thought he could almost sense a sigh of relief. It almost felt as if someone with very dainty hands was starting to caress his legs around his ankles.
In fact, Eric found that in the attempt to isolate or identify the feeling, it became stronger and a little more intense. He soon became too caught up in the moment trying to identify the sensation that he became unaware of the intense eroticism that was taking place upon him. Involuntarily he let out a sigh. My god, he thought, that feels so good. He could see his cock jerk to an almost upright position as whomever or whatever continued the sensual stroking on his legs.
He soon became lost to the sensations that he was feeling. Any fear he had was quickly melting in the moment as he felt what could only be hands caressing the inside of his legs ever slowly working their way upward. Oh, man it was feeling so good, he thought. So caught up in the moment, he was forgetting that his wife was right next to him as he couldn’t help but quietly moan as the sensations became stronger.
Whatever it was, it felt great and he didn’t want it to stop. My god, what an awesome feeling! He became aware of a new sensation along with the caressing. It almost felt as if someone was planting light, wet kisses, maybe even tonguing the insides of his legs and then lightly blowing. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt something so erotic. The anticipation of what might come next was arousing him so much, he didn’t think his prick could get any harder than it was and then, right when he thought he couldn’t be any closer to erotic heaven, he felt a tongue flick out at his balls.
He let out a moan that could have echoed through the whole house. He knew it was loud and he didn’t care. Even his wife going down on him that day had not compared to this. Geez, he thought to himself, if that happens again, I’m going to blow. He had never felt so aroused. He knew he had to be dreaming; he couldn’t see anyone other than his sleeping wife, but my god he felt their presence.
The tongue abandoned him for a moment but he felt those hands, those awesome, sensuous, hot, awesome hands caress his balls. He felt his balls gently lift as if someone was weighing them. They were gentle almost lovingly touching him. His cock was jerking and all he could think of was please, please, touch my cock.
He felt like his cock had become the center of the universe. He had never felt so hard and so strong. He could see his member standing straight and it looked as if it had even gotten larger than the eight inches he knew it to be. He felt the kisses at his nipples as the buds grew hard and stiff, and yet the caressing of his inner thighs had never ceased. He thought he could feel a slight breath at his ears, both ears, and he wondered how it was possible as the hairs on his neck stood on end and he felt the chill of arousal course through his whole body.
Just when he thought he could stand no more, his breathing was coming hard and heavy and he was aware of himself gasping with the intense pleasure, he felt warmth, incredible warmth surround his cock. It felt like someone’s mouth had just completely taken him in, the whole length, and encompass his manhood with the moist warmth of an experienced mouth. He let out a groan as he felt the cum start to boil in his balls. He had never experienced something so intense, it felt as if that mouth was trying to draw all of his insides through his cock, the pleasure was so indescribable, he felt as if he were ready to pass out.
He could feel his balls tighten and his legs stiffen with the pressure that was focused right at his manhood. Then he felt the sweet gentle breath at his ears and when he felt his nipples being pinched as if they had been nipped, he went over the edge and the build up of pressure between his legs sent his cum spewing with such force, all he could think of was that it would certainly hit the ceiling.
With a moan and a groan that could only come from such intense pleasure, his hips thrust upward, as he felt the non-existent mouth go down deeper on his manhood. He could feel the cum spew out, wave after wave, he knew it had to have been a lot and yet he couldn’t see any. But he felt it. It felt like someone had just swallowed his cock down their throat and their tongue was lapping his balls for all it was worth. He jerked and jerked. He didn’t think he was going to stop. He slowly became aware of the caressing on his legs and his chest as his orgasm was diminishing. It still felt like someone had his cock in his or her mouths but he could feel it starting to soften. It wasn’t to the point of shrinking, just soften.
The last thing Eric was aware of was someone sweetly whispering, “Sleep my love, sleep,” and he slept.
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Eric slowly awoke to the sensation of pressure on his hips and for just a moment, he thought he had to be dreaming again. He just knew that last night had been a dream, there could have been no other excuse. As he slowly opened his eyes, he saw Chrissy starting to straddle him, her hand on his already hard cock, pointing towards her cunt. The next moment she slid over him and groaned as his massive tool slid to the hilt in her cunt.
God, she was so hot. She was so wet. She was ready for him and she knew what she wanted. Seeing him awake, she leaned over and kissed him, the nipples on her breasts already hard and protruding, pressing into his chest.
“Oh Eric, I love you so much,” she panted. She was slowly moving back and forth on his cock and he could feel the head of his cock at her cervix. She was panting and gasping as she rocked back and forth.
“Honey,” she said, “you were so incredible last night. I thought I had dreamed it. Oh, the way you were lapping at my cunt.”
She rose from his chest and as she continued to rock back a forth on his cock, she reached down and felt her clit as it came in contact with his prick. She slid her finger along the tip of her clit as she continued to slide, the ring of her cervix rubbing the tip of his prick.
“Ohhh, geez Chrissy, you are so hot. If you keep that up, I’m going to blow a hole in you, I just know it.” He could feel the pressure start to build again. Could last night have been just a wild, intensely erotic dream?
Right now, he couldn’t care less; he could feel Chrissy’s cunt muscles start to massage him as if her body was milking him.
“Honey, I’m going to cum, soon, I don’t know how long I can last,” he groaned.
She was panting as she moaned, “Yes, cum in me, I’m going to cum, I want to feel your hot spunk inside me, I want to feel it gush, I want to feel is hit me, oh god, hon, I’m almost there, I’m almost there, give it to me, please------nooooowwww, I’m cuuuuummmmiiinnng!!!” And with that her hips lunged and she started to shake and Eric’s cock felt as if he was going to poke a hole right through her. As her cunt muscles spasmed, Eric could feel his balls tighten and as her cervix rubbed against him once more his cock hardened and grew even more as his balls spewed his juices into her cunt.
When she felt the hot juices of his cum hit her cervix, she let out with a loud moan and started cumming again, her hips clasping him and her body shaking with the force of her pleasure. It was all he could do to hang on to her hips as she road his cock. His cock had a mind of its own as it refused to soften.
He kept thrusting upward, he grabbed her tits in his hands as she rode him and he pinched and tweaked her nipples. Her cunt was milking him for all he was worth. He could not believe that he even had anything to give her, yet his balls spewed another and then another load into her womanhood as her pleasure started to subside.
With an audible sigh, she leaned forward and lay on his chest. His cock was still in her, but he held her close as his and her breathing was slowly returning to normal. He held her to him, caressing her back as his arms encircled her. His breathing became one with hers as they lay together.
Unexpectedly to Eric, she started to whimper softly into his chest. “Eric, I don’t think I could love you any more than I do. I love you so much. How did I get so lucky?”
Eric didn’t answer her; he just held her close. He was aware of her breathing, the warmth between her legs as her womanhood still clutch him in her embrace, and he was aware of the love that was flowing from between both their legs. He knew he would never love another as much as her.
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After a shower and a change of clothes, the young couple thought they might spend some time looking around this fantastic place. Neither one of them where in a hurry to leave and so they decided a nice breakfast might be in order.
Strangely, without having to look for them, Harold and Margaret were right there when they needed them.
“And what can I fix for you young ones, this morning?” Mrs. Parker asked as the two took a seat at the table.
“Well,” replied Eric, “we were wondering about a simple breakfast of eggs and bacon, maybe some toast?”
As if by magic the aroma of bacon and the smell of bread toasting assaulted their senses.
Harold said, “Ah yes, the all American breakfast. A couple after my own heart.” And with that he threw a wink in Eric’s direction.
Harold had been reading a local paper when he put it aside and asked the couple point blank, “Well, laddies, did you have an interesting and enjoyable evening?”
Eric and Chrissy looked to each other a flush of red spreading to their faces. “Yes, we needed this getaway,” Eric said, “hopefully we didn’t keep you awake.”
“Oh goodness no,” replied Margaret, “we slept like little babies dearie.” “Uhh, umm, do you maybe have any questions you would like to ask us?” Harold asked.
Again, the young couple exchanged glances as Eric spoke, “Well, not right now, but yea, there are a few things that, well, kind of peaked our interest.” “We thought we might take a little stroll through the garden. Maybe, take in some of the wonderful flowers that you have here.” Chrissy said.
“Honey, you take all the time you need.” And with that Margaret served them both with a generous serving of bacon, scrambled eggs and wheat toast with cactus jelly.
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“No, I’m not kidding, babe,” Eric said, “I don’t mean to be crude, but hon, I was eating out your ass, and loving it, by the way.”
Chrissy blushed as he said that to her. “But I know you were eating my pussy! That’s what finally sent me over the edge!” She was almost imploring him to believe her.
They had climbed up a small path that overlooked the garden, and finding small bench at an outcropping decided to sit and take in the view. It was Eric who first broached the subject that had plagued his mind.
“Honey,” he continued, “I know I fantasize, but I swear, while you were out like a light, something, or someone, was doing to me, what I could never have imagined.”
Chrissy looked at him and asked, “You’re not disappointed in me are you?”
“Oh, god no, Chrissy! I love you so very much; and believe it or not, what happened yesterday only made me love you all the more, if that is even possible. I just don’t want to leave yet. I want to see where this takes us. After all, we did want to get away to relax and not have any undue interference’s. And, the Parkers do seem to be very hospitable and genuine.”
“Oh, Eric, if you are happy, so am I. I feel so, so alive. I feel like there is something, something wonderful just waiting around the corner for us. We have the time, let’s stay for a bit longer, at least.” Chrissy had a smile on her face that could have melted the hardest heart. That’s probably why I love her so, Eric thought to himself.
“There’s just a couple of things I need to ask Harold about,” Eric said as he took his wife’s hand in his. “I think there is something he either wants to tell us; I can’t place my finger on it, but I feel he wants to talk. I thought maybe later I would get with him for just a bit.”
Eric scooted closer to Chrissy as he put his arm around her shoulder. Looking out upon the expanse of the garden it was so hard to believe that an oasis like this was smack dab in the middle of the desert. It was almost as if they were in another world. Here they felt, or at least he felt, like the cares of the world were a thing from times past. He held her tight as he sighed and continued to look upon the flora before them.
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“You bet, kiddo, it’ll get me out of the house for a bit. Why don’t we walk this way,” Harold said as he took Eric’s elbow. Chrissy had excused herself for a short nap. “I know you don’t know it, but oh, quite a few years ago, the wife and I were in the same place as you. I couldn’t have imagined we would be where we are now. Yep, I’ll tell you one thing, I don’t believe in coincidence, I believe in fate, or destiny if you choose to call it.”
Eric liked talking with the old man. It reminded him of the times he used to spend with his wife’s parents before they had passed away. He never had that with his parents, but when he met Chrissy’s parents it was a whole new experience for him.
Harold interrupted Eric’s thoughts, “Go ahead laddie, you’ll be surprised that nothing surprises me.” Again, he gave Eric that mischievous wink.
So, Eric thought, ‘what the hell’ and spilled all that was on his mind about the events of the night before. Harold didn’t act a bit surprised, just as he said, but rather kept nodding at different times, maybe adding an “a huh” once in a while, all the while allowing Eric to finish telling his story.
Harold had led them to another part of the garden that opened upon a circular area that was decorated with white and red decorative rock. In the center of the area, very prominently stood what looked to be a marble altar or obelisk. Eric kind of perked up and looked around, as Harold led him by the elbow to one of the many marble benches that surrounded the altar.
Harold sensed the questions that were starting to form in Eric’s mind. “Oh, don’t worry Eric, were not weirdo’s or anything. Actually this complex, the garden, the manor, this whole area is about 175 years old.”
“But,” Eric started, “it looks so new.”
“Well, son, it’s because of the magic in the place and, well, how can I put this, the keepers.” Harold watched the young man as the words began to sink in.
“Uh, what, do you mean, the keepers? And magic?” Eric stammered.
“Yeah, kiddo, you heard me. Listen, I reacted the same way, all those years ago. Margaret and I were young and in love, or so we thought. But taking that drive up here changed our lives and it was worth it. You’ll feel the same way to. You and Chrissy both will.”
Eric felt that maybe, his mind was filling with cotton, “Wh-wha-what do you mean we’ll feel the same.” He started to think that he was entering into an area he wasn’t sure he wanted answers too.
Harold just looked at him and smiled. Eric started to sense that presence of calm, or peace that he felt the night before. Not exactly the same, he thought. It was a peace without the arousal aspect, but he thought he could almost hear the faint whispers.
Harold watched him and then said, “Yeah, you’ve got the sense. You and Chrissy both do. You have it a bit stronger but it will grow in her as well.” Eric still looked confused.
Harold just chuckled, “You remember when you struggled?” He didn’t wait for Eric to reply as he could tell he had his undivided attention. “Well, kiddo,” again with that arresting smile, “our time is up and you’ve been chosen.”
“Chosen? What do you mean? This is wacko!” But even as the words escaped his mouth a sense came over him. Longing? Completeness? He wasn’t sure, but he knew that what Harold was telling him was right.
“Yep. You’ve got the sense.” Harold had a way of saying lots with just a little. “By the way, I’ve got to sit aside here. But don’t be shocked and don’t struggle, just go with the flow.”
At first Eric was wondering where in the world this conversation had turned and then all of a sudden he was swamped with the feeling of presence again. He recognized it from the night before. It made the hairs on his hands and the back of his neck stand on end. He felt the blood start to rush again as he felt his cock strain against the fabric of his pants. He felt as if his cock was going to break through with or without his help.
Don’t panic, he thought to himself. He looked over at Harold who had taken a seat on the ground about twenty feet away, and saw the nod of his head and the smile. Harold had said to go with the flow, and don’t struggle. My god what was happening?
He felt himself gliding. He was not walking, and he was not struggling, but it was as if many hands had gently lifted him and just glided him towards the altar. Oh god, he thought, they’re going to sacrifice me, whomever they are!
No. No, Harold said to go with the flow. What had he said? Him and Margaret had been through the same thing years ago? He forced his mind to relax. As he did, he felt himself being lifted to about a foot above the altar. He was hearing the whispers again.
“Peace, do not be afraid. You have been chosen.” It was like a gentle breeze breathing upon his hearing.
He could feel the sun upon his face; the heat of the air seemed to calm his nerves. He was floating. How could that be? It hardly felt like anything was holding him. What had Harold said? It was the magic? Yes, it was the magic! Go with the flow.
These thoughts were starting to bring a sense of calm, a sense of well being. Or maybe it was whoever was behind this, this sense of presence. What were they? Harold hadn’t really said. He said keepers. Were they ghosts, sprites, what? He couldn’t see them, but he sure could feel them.
As he lay there, floating approximately a foot off the altar, he could feel his shoes being removed. Then his socks. Next he felt his belt being undone and his zipper being pulled down. The anticipation was building as he remembered the previous night’s escapade. He had no way of knowing whether this would be a repeat, but glancing over at Harold, he didn’t have any worries.
His pants were removed as if someone pulled them from below. His shorts were next and then, his shirt was being unbuttoned. His cock was already standing straight from his body, the veins already bulging with the pressure of blood flooding his manhood. Geez, the air felt good on his body. His shirt fell to the altar and then to the ground and then he could feel himself slowly descending.
Eric tried to prepare himself for the cold hardness of the marble slab, but was surprised when his back seemed to sink into warmth. It was almost like there was nothing supporting him. He just stopped at the point where the altar began. The sensation was strange as he forced himself to relax his tensed muscles. He was able to move a bit. Maybe he did learn a lesson from the night before. He glanced over at Harold and was surprised to see the older man was himself, completely naked. Again, Harold just nodded and smiled. All Eric could think, was, how strange is that?
He heard the whispering, as the sounds seemed to coalesce and become stronger. It was the sound of many voices. Mostly female, maybe a few males, it was hard to tell.
“You’ve been chosen!” they whispered. “We partake of you and in turn give you strength.”
Did he hear that right? His mind began to race. “Relax. Enjoy. Peace to you,” the whispers sensed his uneasiness and as before an almost hypnotic sense of calm came over him.
He became aware of a very gentle breeze beginning to flow around him. At least he thought it could be a breeze. It was warm, like breathy summer kisses. They were becoming more localized rather than just overall and then he knew that whatever was to happen was beginning.
The breaths or whatever it was, was becoming stronger. At his ears, the nape of his neck. Yes, he felt it at his sides. Oh—yes, he felt as if someone were gently blowing on his balls. He could feel his scrotal sac begin to tighten as his balls started to draw up. He couldn’t help but start to moan. Someone blew on the head of his cock while another blew at the base of his balls. He could feel gentle, almost dainty hands spread his legs a bit more apart. He felt the breath blow not just on his balls but on the crack of his ass. He was amazed that even though he seemed to be laying on the flat slab, he could feel the moist air tickle the hairs on his balls and flow right up the crack of his butt to the small of his back.
He thought last night was something. Last night was nothing compared to this. God, how could it get much better? He was moaning and almost whimpering so pleasurable was the feeling he was receiving. It felt like twenty or thirty mouths were blowing kisses all over his body. There wasn’t an erogenous zone that they didn’t get. How much pleasure can one person stand?
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw movement and glanced over at Harold. He had to rethink his ideas about what constituted an old man! Harold had a hard-on that definitely rivaled Eric’s own. And, Harold was stroking his rod, as he watched Eric becoming aroused.
The first kiss brought Eric back to his pleasure. It was warm and moist, on his lips! He still couldn’t see anyone, but there was no mistaking it; this was the kiss of a passionate woman! He felt kisses on his cheeks, as the one kissing his lips forced his mouth open and played with his tongue with hers. If he had thought there were twenty or so hands on him, it felt that there had to have been that or more mouths and tongues kissing and caressing, him every place imaginable.
He felt tongues on his balls, gently flicking and tickling the hairs as other tongues or lips were kissing his legs. He felt them on the bottom of his feet and on the insides of his thighs. He wanted to grab his cock so bad and stroke it to orgasm. But he still couldn’t move his arms on his own. His cock looked like it had grown enormous! He could feel the lips and the tongues gently flicking at his burgeoning manhood. It wasn’t hard enough or enough pressure to get him off, and yet, it was enough to bring him right to the edge.
Eric felt like they were just letting him dangle there, it was almost like blessed torture. He had an instant thought. Could you die of pleasure? If you could he didn’t care because he knew he would die a happy man. He could feel his cock jerk. He tried to push his hips up, but no matter how much he tried the pressure, the kisses the tonguing was a steady pressure.
He was moaning continually now, gasping, as his breathing was deep and heavy. God, how much could he take? It felt so good. It felt so fucking good! And then, his balls tightened, his cock jerked and spasmed and wave after wave hit him in the gut as he spewed his cum. He came and came. Wave after wave as his hips jerked and his cock jerked and spewed.
He could still feel the kissing and the whispers grew in intensity and everywhere that his cum went he could feel tongues lapping and the jism disappeared. It was so different to feel the sensations and not see who was giving him such intense pleasure. His cock continued to spew gradually diminishing and just as his breathing started to calm, he felt the mouth surround his member. Just like the night before.
It engulfed him completely. He could feel the person’s tongue lap at his balls, while he felt the person’s lips surround the base of his cock. He felt the caresses on his legs, on the insides of his thighs and he felt two warm mouths begin to suck on his nipples. There was no way that his cock was going to get soft. The voices were getting louder and becoming more intense, or so he thought.
Just then, as the pressure started building again, he heard a loud groan and turned his head to see Harold rise to his feet and his cock, sticking straight out from his body start to jerk. He knew Harold was cumming, he knew the signs, and the way Harold’s hips were jerking. The look on Harold’s face told Eric that Harold was in heaven. Just as Harold started to spurt his cum, it flew through the air and disappeared into – nothing! Then while Harold was still in the throes of his orgasm, one that Eric realized even rivaled his, Harold levitated to about five feet above the ground, parallel to the ground with his cock pointing down and still spewing into empty air. Uncanny!
Harold’s arms where out at his sides, his legs were spread apart in a vee and he looked like a kid in a candy store. Eric was amazed at the stamina, and the amount of cum that continued to spew from Harold’s member. As Eric looked on, Harold’s orgasm began to diminish and he slowly descended to the ground to lay on the grass with his eyes toward heaven.
Even though Eric never considered himself a voyeur, the sight of Harold cumming got his own cock hard and ready for what more was to come. Then something changed. He still felt the kisses, the caresses, the feelings and sensations kept him hard, but now he was starting to smell something, something familiar, but, seemingly out of place. It almost reminded him of cinnamon; maybe sweet cinnamon. The more he took in the aroma, the more his cock got harder, if that was even possible and something else was happening. He began to lick his lips.
Whatever it was, he knew he wanted it. He had to have it. Then just as he began lusting, yes that was it, lusting for it, the mouth on his cock changed and he felt it turning around, turning around on his cock and as he was digesting these new sensations, he felt another kiss on his lips. No. No, it wasn’t a kiss; his tongue flicked out. ‘Oh my god’, he thought, ‘I’ve died and gone to heaven.’
He wanted more. He knew then that he was tasting pussy. The best pussy in the world. It was intoxicating, it was exhilarating, and he continued to lap and to probe with his tongue this invisible treasure trove. Even though he couldn’t see anything he tasted it and he knew there was definitely something there. He just didn’t care; it was the best thing he had ever had. His cock was hard and yet, he didn’t care about his erection, he wanted more of this warm and tasty treat at his lips.
He was aware of the voices, the whispers; the tone was changing becoming more intense. Suddenly the mouth was off his cock, but he didn’t care, all he could think of was pleasuring this beauty at his mouth. Then just as suddenly, he became aware of another sensation. In place of the mouth on his cock, he felt another pressure at his cock. He knew what it was. The head of his prick was being positioned at the head of someone’s cunt; and that cunt was hot!
It was like a volt of electricity going through his cock and into his balls. His cock jerked as if to greet that envelope of female warmth. He continued to dive into the pussy at his lips his tongue flicking what he presumed to be the person’s clit. The more he licked and flicked, the more he was rewarded with that nectar of female love. It was as if it flowed into his system and made him of iron or steel. That is almost how he felt. He felt strong, stronger than he had ever been, and there was no denying the fact that he had lasted longer than he ever had. If he was to be the ‘keepers’ sex toy, then so be it.
As he became more aware of the cunt descending upon his cock, he actually felt that the person’s cunt wasn’t just tight, but it felt as if his cock was actually growing in girth. As the female continued her downward plunge upon his cock, he felt, ‘how could it be’, but kisses upon his balls, and then without a warning he felt the person on top of him slam herself down on his cock. He let out with an “ummphh” and then felt the ring of her cervix wrap around the head of his penis.
He had never felt that intense arousal before. What was the limit to pleasure? Was there even a limit? Just at that moment he could have sworn he heard long drawn out moans, almost like a chorus in harmony and he felt a flood of sweet cinnamon flavored nectar gush down his throat. As the nectar drained down, his cock felt like it inflated even more and then he felt the women’s cervix start to squeeze around his prick as if it were milking him. As the sensations continued he knew then that something had changed and now, as the person at his mouth moved from his face, he again felt the lips and the tongue probing his mouth.
The heat from that kiss went down his chest and seemed to radiate between his thighs. He felt his ass pucker as the sensation seem to travel inside. It was almost as if something as wormed it’s way to his prostate. In that moment, the ring around his cock tightened, someone’s hand gently caressed his balls, his nipples were pinched and as the tongue probed his mouth, his cock blew.
The person’s cervix seemed to start to vibrate around his cock, milking him as it did. Her cunt muscles were spasming around his engorged cock as if to massage all of his pent up cum towards her womb. The feeling was intense and incredible. His insides tensed as he continued to spew, no, to shoot his seed into her. He had no idea how he was able to maintain the flow, but sure enough, she received all he had to give. Then just as suddenly, it was over. His cock came out of her cervix with an audible, albeit a muffled pop, and she was gone.
The kisses continued though as whoever was left didn’t hesitate to clean him and remove every trace of cum with their tongues. He felt release, not just sexually, but also physically. He sat up. Harold was gone, probably went back to the manor, so Eric hopped off the altar and gathered up his clothes. As he pulled up his pants and buttoned his shirt, he was amazed at the intensity of the experience and yet, he didn’t feel the least bit tired. In fact, he felt rather refreshed. Looking around one last time, he just shook his head and smiled. Boy, Chrissy is not going to believe this!