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The Houseguest
A message on the answering machine was the only notice of
his impending arrival. Less than 12 hours from now, Doug
would be here to stay for a mere 48 hours. She sighed
heavily in frustration. Twice before she had come on to
him. The first time, many years before, she had been
soundly rejected. It had hurt her ego pretty badly. The
second was during a visit when he'd had surgery on his
shoulder. Can't really blame him for not being sexually
interested. He was is considerable pain. But she and Greg
had repeatedly discussed him as a man she could be with.
He was certainly a fantasy of hers. Whether it would
become a reality would be another story.
Of course, she'd had to work both evenings he was in town.
As they readied for bed the first night, Greg was telling
her how he and Doug had spent the evening in a bar,
discussing a multitude of subjects. They were longtime
friends, having been on a ship together. Neither had ever
seen the other do anything sexually incorrect with another
woman, but they had a running joke about an incident where
a friend had sent away a girl from their room without even
asking if it was okay. Throughout the evening, Doug made
reference to wishing the girl had stayed, as well as other
sexual topics. Greg had chuckled, said "You never know",
and made passionate love to me as if to be loud enough for
Doug to hear in the next room.
The following evening, Greg and Doug had again hit a bar
for drinks and conversation. At some point in the
conversation, Doug made the comment that he wouldn't have a
problem having sex with another woman in this town, as he
no longer lived here. He made it clear that he was more
than interested in me. I joined them at he bar, and the
sexual undertones were awesome. He eyed Greg warily, but
did gently touch my arms and knees while making a point.
We returned to the house and just sat and talked for
several hours. As the conversation lagged, Greg began to
doze in the chair. With a shake, he stood and announced he
was going to bed and wished Doug a safe trip home. He was
so obviously tired that no one thought about it in the
least. At first.
The words literally stopped and we looked at each other.
"Why are we doing this?" I finally asked. "Because we're
both a little scared," he replied. I gestured, and he
moved to my side on the couch. "Silly," I said as Leaned
towards him. The gentle kiss I had intended quickly became
much more. The intensity flared as his hands began to
touch and caress my body. I moaned, arched my back,
allowed him total access to my still clothed body. We
broke our kiss, only to have him begin kissing my neck. I
felt his hands slide beneath my shirt so I leaned downward
to aid his search for my breasts. My bra I had removed
earlier in the evening, so his fingers discovered my
hardened nipples and warm skin. He toyed with me, sliding
and slipping his hands and fingers over and around my body.
Soon my shirt was gone as well. He glanced at the
staircase and we discussed going to the spare bedroom. He
said he didn't want to be near the children's rooms, so we
retired to the family area. Beneath a five by six foot,
floor to ceiling window we began anew. His mouth fastened
on each nipple in turn. His shirt followed mine to the
floor. I tongued his nipples, sucking almost harshly. His
response was immediate and positive. He arched his back so
that my mouth pulled his nipples outward. My shorts and
pantyhose were quickly discarded. My pussy was on fire as
his hands played with me, and in no time I was sopping wet.
His face descended and I gasped as his tongue worked it's
magic. "I want you to come for me," he said as he gazed up
from my pussy. He immediately returned his mouth and I
moaned loudly. With broad strokes and gentle flicks, his
tongue drove me onward until at last, I arched my back and
cried out. My orgasm was overwhelming, an electric arc!!!
I ground my pubis into his mouth as a string of orgasmic
shaking took me.
He stood, and I dropped his trousers and underwear to his
ankles. He kicked them off and I stroked his hardness.
Thank you, thank you. He wasn't immense, but his cock WAS
a lovely specimen. I darted my tongue across the head,
tasting the precome gathered there. I slowly encircled the
crown with my lips, running my tongue around the edge. He
groaned as I lifted my lips and began to tongue the
underside from crown to balls. I stroked him very slowly
as my saliva lubricated him. My hand just slid as if
greased, my fingers rotated and twisted. I returned my
lips to his cockhead, suddenly engulfing the length (as
best I could). I began to suck him, using my mouth like a
very tight pussy and my hands slipping and sliding. In a
matter of seconds, he pulled away. "Oh, no," he said with
a gleam in his eye, "I HAVE to fuck you." With that, he
pushed me backward on the couch and guided his hardness
towards me.
His cock's entrance gave off incredible sensations. I
groaned repeatedly as it slid within me. At last, I could
feel his balls against my asshole. It felt so good!!! So
full!! He withdrew a bit, and drove it home. I grunted in
appreciation, pushing myself against him to gain maximum
depth. Again he stroked in and out. I felt my orgasm rise
rapidly. "This won't take me long," I thought to myself.
Suddenly he stopped. "I can't do that," he muttered, "the
floor is killing my knees."
"I've got the cure," I said as I stretched out on the
couch. "Come here." He did. Lord did he. I came at
least twice more as we fucked. The moonlight blasting
through the window gave constant reminder that anyone who
wanted could see me getting totally and completely fucked.
Could see me acting like a slut in heat. As my second
orgasm subsided, I had an evil thought. "God, I'm going to
wake Greg up when I go upstairs and make him eat my pussy
and fuck me again," I thought to myself.
So I did. But that is another story.
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