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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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