Jenifer still couldn’t believe it’d happened. Even now, with the sun shining bright whilst they drank tea and enjoyed the morning, she couldn’t believe Ricky was standing right beside her. Hot Ricky. Sexy Ricky. Ricky the neighbour she’d been lusting over since he’d moved in two doors down from her flat. A gentle breeze jostled his mussy hair, making her sigh internally as his laugh danced through the air.
Everything about him was sexy.
They’d finally given into one another last night as the rooftop party wound down. Her pussy clenched as she reimagined the scene. She could still feel the cold, rough brick of the building’s edge pressing into her stomach as he drove into her from behind.
One minute they’d been talking in a little alcove away from the others, and the next her cute little sundress was up around her waist. It’d all happened so fast. A few guests had stayed over, but now they were gone, leaving the pair all alone in the fresh morning light as London busied itself below them.
“Party was great.” He smiled, brightening up his entire face. The sunlight glistened off his honey-blond curls. “Thanks for the tea.” He lifted the mug up with an adorable nod. His jeans were slung low on his hips, accentuating his tapered waist beneath a white V-neck shirt.
“It was the least I could do. Sleeping outside must’ve been rough.”
“Nah, I used to go winter camping with my mates from uni.” He took another sip of tea. “Last night was a dream compared to that.”
Her cheeks flushed. A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. Warmth spread through her lower back as his large hand splayed against it, rubbing softly before pulling her closer. Her pulse threaded. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but she didn’t want a moment of it to stop.
“I could go for some breakfast, though.” He whispered just before his gaze travelled down and back up her body. His tongue rested teasingly between his teeth. Even after their tryst, he was still aching to have her.
Her stomach did a somersault, and she was painfully aware that all she wore under her robe were knickers and a pair of knit thigh-high socks.
“No work today?” she asked.
He shook his head. “No work today.”
The air sizzled between them. Their lips met, opening to one another. But it felt different today. Last night had been all about pent-up need, culminating in a quickie. Today was leisurely. Languid. They both had nowhere to go. They could take their time.
“You?” He added breathlessly when they parted.
Her nose rested against his cheek, lips ever hungry for him. “Still on holiday.”
“Good. Because I need more of you.” Diving back in, he kissed a line from her neck to her ear, then sucked her lobe into his warm mouth. “If I slipped my fingers in your slit, would I find you wet?” His voice was so husky against the shell of her ear.
Tea sloshed from her cup as she nearly dropped it.
Another sexy chuckle sounded. “Still so needy, huh? Let’s not burn ourselves, though.”
The cup disappeared from her grasp as he took it and discarded both on a small bistro table to the side. Then his hands found her face, cupping it as he leaned in, devouring her mouth in a passionate kiss. Her knees went weak, but she held on, slipping her tongue into him and enjoying the slight hint of bergamot. Touch roamed her body, cupping her ass and stroking her back.
“Let’s go inside, baby.” His fingers laced with hers.
As soon as the door shut behind them, their bodies crashed together in a frenzy of kisses. Hands explored one another. Her fingers itched to caress him, to see the rock hard body their quickie had denied her. Softly, she reached under his T-shirt. His skin was so smooth and warm. She sighed into his mouth, prompting him to smile against hers.
The fabric disappeared from her touch as he pulled it off over his head. She bit her lip, staring at his taut, lean physique. Disbelief coursed through her. He was really there… The guy she’d passed in the hall every day. The guy with a cute puppy and a penchant for newspaper crosswords. The guy with adorable black-rimmed reading glasses who had a knack for holding his mail between his teeth as he unlocked his door. He was here, shirtless, in her flat. She almost moaned.
Her hands were all over him now, tracing every line and dip, learning his terrain. She wanted it etched in her mind in case this never happened again.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” He stroked her cheek, gazing down at her in a way that made her core melt. Soon his hands were pushing back the terrycloth of her robe. Palms grazed hard, beaded nipples before squeezing them gently. Every nerve in her body fired so deliciously.
She untied the sash and let it fall open, fully revealing her voluptuous body to him as she discarded it to the floor. Perhaps they had all day, but every passing moment made her more and more needy. Her pussy felt so empty.
“Jesus Christ, you are stunning.” His bulge bumped her soft, lower belly, and he groaned. He pressed himself against her a couple of times before leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth.
A fresh rush of need flooded her cunt. He was ravenous, pushing her down onto the bed before joining and going right back to work on her breasts, teasing and sucking. His tongue traced around them before flicking against the hard peaks. Somehow he knew exactly what turned her on most. Heat bloomed once again in the apples of her cheeks. Was she so easy to read? What had given her away? Perhaps all this time he’d been watching her as studiously as she.
She moaned loudly at that thought. Never had anyone watched her that closely. A jolt shot through her clit. Apparently, she liked the idea. Whimpering, she tucked that away with the memory of his body to enjoy later.
“Fuck…” she breathed. She loved the way he touched and worshipped her soft body. Hungry and reverent all at once, like she was a goddess and he was truly grateful for the honour.
His bulge was prominent against her leg. His hips pistoned against her thigh, grinding against her and his jeans as he venerated. Her mouth watered to taste him. She’d barely gotten a flash of his cock the previous night. But she recalled how deliciously he’d stretched her open as he’d fucked her. She ached to have his fat dick fill her throat. She’d fall to her knees and worship him with the same gusto.
He kissed down, snaking his tongue in her navel and along her abdomen before pausing. “I can smell you,” he said, barely above a whisper. “Is your pussy all needy, baby?”
A flutter rippled through her stomach. Embarrassment and arousal twinned together. She’d never be able to hide how much she’d wanted him again. They’d pass in the hall and he’d know exactly how tight her pussy was, how much she moaned when he sucked her tits. She was exposed. “Yes.”
“Did I not fuck you well enough last night?” A wicked grin pulled at his pretty lips.
She squirmed. He was too much, and he knew it. A fucking tease. “Need… more… Please.”
Without hesitation, he yanked her knickers down. Cool air licked at her cunt. The exposure added to her slight humiliation. Fingers caressed her folds, opening her up. Nothing could be hidden now. He stared at the innermost parts of her.
“Look at you.” He took a moment to swallow, like looking at her was overwhelming. “You’re so juicy and pink.” Bringing his other hand forward, he drew a circle around her opening. “The whole time I was fucking you last night, I kept wondering what this wet hole tasted like. Would it be as sweet as it felt?”
She whimpered. Her head swam. “It’s even better.”
“Just as greedy?”
Her clit had never ached like this. It was swollen and needy, and he was driving her fucking crazy. “Yes.” She bucked her hips up at his face. “Please.”
Not even taking a moment longer to appraise her, he leaned in and immediately started to feast. His hot tongue tugged at her folds, the bareness of her pussy feeling extra sensitive. She arched against the bed. The duvet tingled in her fingers as she gripped for purchase. Her body felt electric, like at any moment she would fly off into the air. His grip on her thighs was almost painful, and she loved it. The vision of soft bruises left there sent a jolt through her.
Divine pressure massaged her, and she realised he was stroking her perineum. Their gazes met as his finger traversed further, once again teasing the opening of her cunt. A loud moan ripped from her. His eyes seemed to smile, so smug and pleased with the noise he evoked. Not only would he be aware of how much she’d longed for him, but now the entire floor would.
She tried to keep her gaze trained to his. His eyes were such a gorgeous blue amidst his mussy boyish curls, their seeming innocence a stark juxtaposition of the sexual bliss he was delivering to her now. Her fingers yearned to fist it, to yank it as his tongue made love to her clit, but she couldn’t let go of the duvet for fear of floating away.
Never breaking contact, he repositioned himself. He hurriedly pushed off his jeans. Every inch of his body screamed he couldn’t get enough of her. His cock was no doubt ruddy and painfully hard. That visual made her smile.
His hips bucked forward, almost humping at the air before he removed his mouth from her. She felt the need to condescend to him well up, she longed to point out how utterly eager he was to be buried inside her again, to make his cheeks flush as much as he’d made her. Instead, she sat up, inching towards the edge of the bed as their mouths crashed into one another.
“I need that cunt,” he breathed into her. “Wanna feel it wrapped around me.”
No time was wasted. He gripped his hard cock and immediately slipped it home inside her aching pussy. Lifting her leg onto his shoulder, he fucked shallowly at first, teasing her and ratcheting her arousal up to an almost unbearable level. A tear formed in the corner of her eye as the head of his dick taunted her, over and over, just barely nudging her sweet spot.
“You’re… driving me insane.”
He smirked, licking his lips. “I know, baby. And it feels good, doesn’t it?” He groaned and leaned his head back. “You’ve wanted me so long, haven’t you?”
“Mhm.” She nodded.
“Bet you played with this pussy each night, thinking about me, huh?”
She squeezed at him in reply.
“Spread it open.”
She swallowed, slightly embarrassed at such an ask. But she reached down, using two fingers to open her folds. Heat swelled in her cheeks and along her chest. He was making her want things, things she’d never wanted with anyone else.
“Look at that.”
She gazed down and admired how she looked with him buried inside.
“This pussy is so slick and hot for me.” He moved a little more, curls falling against his temples.“It’s so pretty with my dick shoved in.”
She reached for her clit, circling two fingers over it. The urge to come was insufferable.
“Uh-uh, darling.” He gripped her wrist and leaned in. “I want you on edge.”
Their tongues danced together as their bodies melded into one. He dropped her leg and cupped her head, kissing her passionately as his cock plunged to new depths. They clung to one another. Her hands wandered over his smooth skin, never knowing where to stop, what to touch. All thought left her mind.
His mouth found her tits again, sucking and licking each as he pushed her leg back once more. He caressed her soft belly before groping her breast. He held on tight as he fucked her. The ridge of his cock stroked her front wall, sending melting warmth through her. She gazed up at him, gasping and loving the way his hair framed his face.
“Yeah. Is that good, baby?”
She nodded as her mouth fell open, and her eyes squeezed shut. His thrusts pinned her in place, leaving her helpless, and there was nowhere else she’d rather be. The slick sound of their fucking filled the space between them. She teetered on the sweet edge of release when he pulled out and gently rolled her onto her side. She couldn’t help but whimper with the loss of him.
“I got you.” The wisp of a smile danced along his lips.
She moved a leg up slightly and watched as he stroked himself before pushing back inside with an accompanying kiss. She loved the weight of his body against her ass and hip.
“Ah fuck, your cock feels so good.” She moaned loudly. “Don’t. Don’t stop.”
He plunged deeper. “Oh, baby. I have no plans to. This pussy fits me like a glove.”
She smirked, and he pressed his forehead to hers. He rose back upright, gripping her plushy thigh as he pushed in further. His chest bloomed in pink. His brow damp.
“You feel that? You feel how much this cunt wants my cock?”
Her mind raced. Would this be a regular thing now? She braced a hand on his chiselled chest, longing to beg for it. His breath quickened with the speed of his hips. His need made her stomach drop. Each moment he grew wilder. Moans dripped from her lips. Sharp inhalations squeezed at her throat.
“Yeah?” His voice was breathy, sexy. “Ya gonna come for me?”
She clenched around him, her head falling back. Waves of release washed over her, and he slowed. But she wasn’t finished with him.
“Let me ride?” she asked, her cunt still pulsing.
“Yeah? You wanna come some more, sweetheart?” He pulled out and reclined on the bed. “You’re so fucking hungry. I love it.”
She straddled him, taking his dick and sinking back down on it. His hands fondled her on his way up. Her plump ass shook as she started moving atop him. He cradled her back before wrapping her in his arms, holding her close. Feelings blossomed in her chest. She could get used to being held like this, like something precious.
Butfuck, her pussy needed more.
Shoving him back, she took control, riding slower. Each stroke was deliberate and calculated. Rocking her hips just right, she took his full length inside, over and over, bouncing on him. Her nipples were hard as rocks and brushed against his chest with every movement.
Last night had been amazing, but this. This is what she truly wanted.
His sexy body beneath her. His hands gripping her ass and spreading her open as his cock filled her little hole. Their mouths were a frenzy of kisses and sighs. Heat trickled down inside her once again as she ground her clit into him. Her body shook, meeting another climax.
She couldn’t recall the last time she’d come so much.
“There you go. Let it go.” He smiled and stroked her hair, his other hand caressing the small of her back.
But once again, she took to riding, taking full advantage of his never-ending stamina. He groaned, and she felt it in her cunt.
“Are you trying to kill me, love?” A chuckle escaped his throat, rich and deep.
She wanted to fuck that, too.
“Oh, did you wanna come?” She winked and pushed herself upright, continuing to move. “Beg me for it.”
His brow lifted, and he smirked. “Please. Please let me come all over your pretty tits, baby.”
She hesitated, momentarily taken by the idea of him going off deep inside her. How warm and good that would feel. But that was a dangerous game to play. Stopping, she moved down between his thighs, the hardwood floor chilly against her knees. The slickness of his cock was a mix of her pussy and his salty precome. The taste made her eyes flutter. But she kept her gaze trained on him as she tortured the head of his cock.
His release was fully in her control, and that power weaved its way through her veins. She slid her tongue down his length, washing it over his sac before travelling back up to suck him. Her cheeks hollowed as she worshipped the cock that’d made her come so many times.
His breathing hastened. Soft, deep groans filled the air. He sounded so fucking good she had to play with herself as she sucked him off. How could she ever go back to casually passing him in the hall? Back to having small talk about last night’s quiz show or how his puppy was doing? It seemed impossible. His face alone would make her want to kneel and rub her greedy little pussy. A moan caught in his throat, and she lifted her mouth off, stroking him as she leaned her chest towards his cock.
“Yeah, come on.” She smiled. “I want all of it. Please.” She pressed a tit closer to his cock with one hand, never stopping her other. Her cunt leaked down her thigh as he emptied himself all over her chest and hand, grunting the sexiest sound she’d ever heard.
“Fuck, woman.”
Silence fell over them as she softly kissed his spent cock. Slowly, he regained his breath and stroked her cheek.
“So… trivia night at the pub?” She grinned and crawled up beside him atop him. “Drinks on you?” She leaned in, finding his mouth once again.
That brought a laugh out of him. “For you? Anything.”
Ends

They point high above the billowing grasses, slender young legs waving freely and moving in a regular motion. There seems no meaning at first just legs, young, carefree and naked from the tip to all that I can see, planted amongst the autumn grasses. Moments later it all becomes that much clearer, a pair of feminine naked legs become more visible as I continue walking towards their location. With each stride I take I see more of their shape, 2 young legs seemingly belonging to a woman protruding high above the ground, and with them I just make out the shape of a man’s body, his back and rounded bottom appear naked faced down straddled between her legs, covering most of her body but moving with a regular motion. I see his bottom, rising and falling thrusting into her with her legs moving and jerking upwards in response to his actions. Outdoor sex, how fucking hot. I moved closer wanting to be their voyeur, watch the passion between the couple fucking spark into something molten.
I stop motionless for a moment, not wishing to make a sound or draw attention to my presence realising what I am seeing. I may be a little intruding yet this isn’t private land they are on, do they realise anyone can see them should they walk this way? I am not meaning to spy on their outdoor sex, but I can’t help watching and staring. As he moves slightly I can just start to make out her dark hair falling around her shoulders spilling onto the ground around her in full waves. Then the sound, yes her sound resonating deep from within her body, she is moaning as he continues to penetrate her body. Ah I take a quick breath, it sounds good, it sounds so raw to actually hear her noises as he fucks deep into her body, so passionate knowing they are making love here in the field that I am also in. I start to feel almost part of her moans as I listen more and more to their sexual energy.
I don’t move away, I don’t feel inclined to, just slightly circle where there is less chance of being discovered. I can’t help but want to see, it’s only natural afterall, I don’t believe they can see me, they are too engrossed in each other to care, therefore surely no harm in just a few moments more.
I see him move slightly down her body and for the first time I can see her young frame, she is naked from the waist down with her blouse fully open and no sign of a bra covering her breasts. They are all open to the elements and natural, moving so freely. I can’t help but think how beautiful they look. I imagine touching them, soft, rounded, feminine, so lush and young and desirable. She gasps slightly during her moans and I realise his face has moved to between her legs, licking her pussy, exploring her with his tongue, which catches her momentary with a sudden intake of breath before she continues her regular sound of pleasure. His head buried in her, he laps her up, exploring so intimately, the pleasure must be so intoxicating I start to feel inwardly jealous that it’s not me lying there, with his head buried deep between my thighs.
For the first time I see his face as he slides behind her cocooning her body with his. I am fascinated to know who he is, who they both are, why it matters but somehow I am feeling an intimate connection with them both. He looks young, with a sexy cheeky persona that I instantly engage with and appears considerate with his love-making. Having moved to a new spot I see more clearly, his legs shaped with her and for the first time I see his cock, hard, rigid pulsing between her legs and into her pussy. Her head thrown back they move so well together with a rhythm and tenderness but still with a driven passion I am transfixed with. I watch as he thrusts into her, each move I see reflected on her face, her look of such deep pleasure and satisfaction, I can only imagine the intense feeling she is receiving.
It seems just moments before the raven haired girl releases her body and takes the chance to devour her man. Her body now shaped in a feline stance, her naked back beautifully arched with her bottom high for all to see above the grass, she bends her head and engulfs him in her mouth. Her gentle look gives way to a woman of sexual fervour, she is so driven in her consumption, and I watch her relishing each stroke with her tongue and lips. Enjoying such full mouthfuls of her lover. This act tweaks a muscle within me and I start to feel an ache of need. What am I doing watching this couple enjoying each other and getting myself so aroused in the meantime? But the vision is too perfect, the setting so romantic and the act so raw and sexual I continue to watch.
With her blouse now slipped down upon her arms, her back arches, her breasts pert and beautiful in the sunlight, I see the moment she straddles his body, feeling now just how hard and turned on he had become. I know she is feeling him deep within her. I scan her face find the confirmation of her pleasure, the tell tale look of her delight. She rides him, rocking her body over and up, down and deep. I struggle to see his face lying down in the grass, but hers sums up my thoughts and I need no other confirmation. Completely oblivious to any possible intruder upon their scene, they continue a pace in seeking their ultimate gratification. I see her move off so they once again share the intimate space with him holding her close from behind, his leg entwined with hers while he engages with her again. Yet more penetration this time I see a different pattern to his force, a change in rhythm until the look on this face validates his orgasm while his juices squirt between her legs soaking her dark pussy hair. He sinks his head into her shoulder, the effort evident but the pleasure fully attained.

Ah, the simple life.
I’m so glad Fanta convinced me to take a chance when she inherited a rustic property in the country, complete with largehome, stables, and even a little chapel on the 200 acres.
Everything is better here: the air, the sunshine, the food… and the sex. Man, the sex is fucking incredible here. We can do it just about anywhere and everywhere, we can be as loud as we want, and best of all, we take our sweet time if we want to.
And that’s a luxury for us rats newly liberated from the race. We both moved to the big city for work, and we met at a huge office party where lots of companies book tables. We hit it off immediately, and we danced all night, grabbing and clutching each others’ asses and laughing. Even when we sat to catch our breath and have yet another drink, we kept touching, my hand on her stockinged thigh, hers on my silk tie, feeling my chest underneath. When we talked, we found we had so much in common—we both had e-mail jobs, and we both loved the excitement of the city but found climbing the career ladders left so little time for socialising and rest. We were stimulated and exhausted at the same time.
Another thing we had in common—neither of us wanted to wait to get back to one of our tiny apartments before we could finally release our pent-up need to get naked and naughty. I dragged her into a large closet, and there in the dark with the soft winter coats, I wrapped my
hand in her hair and pulled her close, kissing her deeply, deeper than we had dared on the dancefloor. She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her, one leg wrapped around mine, and I used my other hand to grabher rear in return.
The kiss sent my lust into overdrive. My cock had been straining all night as we danced and touched and talked; even her laugh made me want to kiss her and nuzzle her neck and dive between her thighs, licking and sucking until she quaked with an orgasm. But there was no room and no time for it in that closet—we needed each other so urgently.
We were so in sync, so focused on our lust, that I was hiking up her skirt and even as she was unfastening my belt and pulling down my zipper.
I slipped my fingers under her skirt and yanked her knickers to the side, while she dragged my cock from my pants with just as much urgency. Then I was driving into her, my rigid cock sliding along her pussy lips and then into her, tight, hot, and soaking wet.
Her breath tickled my neck as she groaned into my skin, I swear I could hear the electricity between us sizzle. Just as it had during dinner.
“Fuck me, David, fuck me,” she whispered huskily, but I was already thrusting madly, as if to drive us both through the wall I had her pinned against, her arms around my neck, holding on for dear life. She felt so good, and the sound of her panting, urging me on with her filthy, lust-crazed commands, meant I wasn’t going to last long.
“Harder,” she moaned.
I closed my eyes and focused on pounding her, adjusting her ass under my hands so my cock was rubbing against her clit with every thrust.
“Oh! Oh David, oh…” she trailed off, then shook in my arms, her pussy convulsing around my cock as she came. As she milked my cock with her cunt, she dug her nails into my back, and that was it—she had me. With one final thrust and a deep guttural growl, I exploded deep inside her.
No one saw us come out of the closet, our hair messy, my tie askew, her skirt rumpled, our faces flushed. And if our friends saw us kissing and touching each other as we got in a cab together an hour later, we didn’t care. We went back to my place, and there we fucked again, taking our time, exploring as new lovers do. We tasted each other before I sunk into her again, this time taking it slow, savouring each and every sensation.
But times like that, with plenty of time to enjoy each other’s company, not just sexually, but in general, were rare. We did the best we could with our punishing schedules, sometimes waking up early for a quickie before getting up to get ready for work, or a fast fuck in the shower to save time. We hated it, but with rising costs and backstabbing rivals in both our offices gunning for the same promotions, we had no choice.
That was until Fanta’s Uncle passed and left her his country estate and a very tidy sum of cash.
An escape.
We left the rat race behind the very next week.
We took to the simple life with a speed that surprised us. We ate more simply, spoke more simply, dressed more simply.
We didn’t even bother to bring a TV with us to the house, just all of our books. She loved to have a man read to her, and every night I would read from whatever book she handed me, and when she was close to drifting off in my lap, I would close the book, scoop her up, and take her to bed. Sometimes she just slept, and other times, she opened her eyes and herarms, beckoning me to make love to her.
Then, one morning at breakfast, I was rubbing my cheek, realising that I hadn’t shaved in days.
Fanta smiled sweetly at me. We were dressed as usual in the summer, lightweight white clothes that reflected our clean, idyllic new lifestyle: me in shirt and pants, her in a sleeveless summer dress that was almost see through. She was also wearing her pearls, which had become a joke between us: a literal pearl necklace, not the filthy ones in the books she read. But with that silk ankle-length dress and her hair pulled up in an elegant bun adorned with white flowers, it was perfect.That was Fanta: elegant and stunning, even after just waking up in our sun-dappled bedroom.
“There’s a surprise for you out by the chapel.” She said, a smile playing at her lips.
“Oh?” I said, “What is it?”
“A surprise, silly!” she giggled and pulled me out of my chair.
I picked a flower for Fanta as we passed the tiny chapel building on the grounds. She smiled as she took it, and then gestured to a wooden table set up in the middle of the overgrown field. As we got closer, I saw a large white basin on the table, and a big mirror leaning against it.
“Have a seat.” Fanta said, pointing to a little stool.
I did and saw more of what was on the table: shaving soap, a towel, and an old-fashioned straight razor. A frisson of nerves went through me as Fanta began to rub the soap onto my cheeks.
“You know how to use that, right?” I asked, trying not to tremble. Fanta had incredibly talented hands, with a paintbrush and with my cock, but that blade looked wickedly sharp. From behind me, Fanta whispered into my ear, “I’ve been practicing…”
“Where—” I started to ask, but then it dawned on me: Fanta kept her pussy absolutely hairless. She must have started shaving with the straight razor instead of the drugstore razors. It made sense; we found pleasure in doing other things the old-fashioned way—why not this too?
“Oh!”
Fanta continued to lather my face with the soap, and as always, her touch was soft and scintillating at the same time. I could feel the love in her touch as she spread the soap on my cheeks and throat. I imagined her touching herself the same way as she prepared to shave her gorgeous pussy, and an electric thrill went through me, thinking about her beautiful cunt.
So when she approached with the razor, the sun reflecting light off the keen blade, I was nervous, but I’d be lying if this wasn’t also super hot. I was putting all my trust in my lover as she shaved me, just as she shaved herself.
I picked up the mirror and held it on my thigh for her, relieved to see my hands were steady. I got this, I decided. And then she started. I steeled myself, reminding myself to stay perfectly still. I tried to calm my breathing.
Her touch was gentle, and her soft breasts pressed into me as she stood behind me to graze the blade down my flesh, rasping as it sliced off my stubble. When she lifted the razor from my face to wipe it on the towel, I let out the breath I didn’t realise I was holding and was stunned to feel my cock stiffening in my pants. It only strained further as she held my jaw taut, her hand firm, but the blade as gentle as if she was tickling my face with a feather.
I closed my eyes, fully trusting in Fanta now, and wanting to focus on this intimate act of service. The contrasts made my head swim—the soft warmth of her breath hand against the cold hard razor on my skin. Did Fanta get wet as she groomed her pussy, the deadly blade slicing so close to her clit with each stroke?
Nothing could be more intimate than this, I thought, the complete certainty that your life was safe in the hands of another, even as they wielded a deadly instrument so close to the jugular.
I wanted it to last forever, and I wanted it to be over so I could throw the mirror into the high grass, sweep everything off the little table, and take her right there.
“All done,” she said, pulling me out of my trance. She handed me a towel, and I wiped my face.
“Let’s see how I did,” she said, sliding the back of one hand down my cheek, appraising her work. She took her time, relishing in the smoothness she’d created. I felt strangely exposed, naked, as her sweet fingers crept over my tingling bare skin—I couldn’t wait another second. I pulled her head to me, ravenous for her mouth, and I kissed her hard. She dragged her fingers down my smooth cheek again, and I moaned into her sweet mouth.
Her fingers kept going, trailing down my neck to the buttons of my shirt. She undid them, and then her fingers continued south.
She gasped when she reached my rigid cock.
“Oh, does a shave turn you on?” Fanta whispered into my ear. “I wish I had known that earlier.”
“Me too,” I grunted, and then she was jerking me, too slowly, too languidly. Oh, she was going to torture me now, was she?
She looked hungry when she saw my cock.
“Oh, Dave,” she murmured as she kneeled next to the stool, intent on my cock, fixated on it as she ran those talented hands up and down the shaft. She might have started sweet and gentle, but now her fingers around my cock were rougher and dirtier. She sped up when I groaned, trying to coax more guttural sounds from me. Her grip, a vice now, each pistoning stroke making me more and more feral.
She met my need by sucking me into her warm, wet mouth, sliding smoothly up and down. She was adoring my dick, relishing the feel and taste of it, making little whimpering sounds.
Each suck and slurp of that mouth threatened to make me explode, my hot cum coating her throat, but I needed to fuck her, to be inside her, to be connected. To be joined where hard cock met soft wet cunt, our fucking the ultimate expression of our frenzied lust for each other.
When she looked up at me, her lips slick with salvia, hand on my cock, I kissed her hard while pushing the table violently behind me. I didn’t care if everything shattered on the ground, Fanta’s hot, wet pussy was all I wanted.
I turned her to face the table, my wet, swollen dick straining impatiently as I roughly yanked down the straps of her dress, freeing her tits. I massaged them as I kissed her neck, and then pushed her down until she was supporting herself on the table, her ass in the air. I hiked up her dress and felt along the slippery folds of her pussy, marvelling at their smoothness, but only for a second.
I thrusted into her from behind, and as always, that first slide into her tight, hot channel sent a hot jolt of primal lust through my whole body and made my cock so fucking hard. It made me laser-focused on that wet friction, to increase it, to go faster and deeper, to fuck my Fanta into oblivion.
I gripped her hips as I pounded into her, to hold her steady, an enthusiastic recipient of my thrusts, lifting one leg to rest her knee on the table, improving the angle for us both, and I knew she’d pulled me in deeper, my cock massaging the bottom wall of her cunt. Yes, she wanted to fuck, to rut, just as much as I did, to take the hard pounding I was giving. Hearing her heavy breaths, knowing she was as needy to cum as I was made me want. I loved my sweet Fanta, but I lusted for my filthy Fanta, the one writhing and grunting beneath me, urging me on with demands to go harder and faster, just as she had in the closet at that office party.
I needed more friction and depth. I pulled Fanta up roughly until she was standing, and I was fucking up and into her grasping and squeezing her bouncing tits in one hand. She matched my strokes, each thrust a delicious grinding of my cock along her tight pussy walls, and I pushed deep enough that my whole cock was inside her with each hard drive of my hips.
“Fuck, Dave!” she said in a breathless voice. “I love that cock, but right now I need your tongue!”
She didn’t have to ask me twice. I pulled out, and she leaned back on the table, spreading her legs wide, exposing the wet, swollen lips of her pussy. I imagined her gliding the straight razor around and over those folds, wondering if it turned her on, that sharp blade on her most sensitive skin.
I had a shiver of pleasure even in the warm sun at the thought, and sank to my knees between her legs, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her juices before lapping at her pussy. I licked feverishly at her folds, teasing her clit with quick flicks of my tongue until she put her hand on my head, urging me to take that sensitive nub between my lips. “Mmmm…” I murmured as I suckled and licked her clit. I know how much she loves to be filled while her clit is stimulated, so I put two fingers in her pussy, sliding them in and out as furiously as I had my cock as I licked and sucked, loving the taste of her on my lips and tongue.
Her thigh tensed under my hand, and I sped up my pace to bring Fanta to her orgasm, me wanting it almost as much as her. God she was so fucking hot when she came, quivering and screaming, her juices pouring out of her.
Fanta screamed with complete abandon as a wave of pleasure crashed over her.
I didn’t give her time to recover. I stood and shoved back into her. We both groaned loudly again, and then I was fucking her hard, the table rocking under us. Fanta pulled her legs up to draw me deeper, to angle my cock so it rubbed her clit, hungry for even more stimulation.
Cum, boiled in my balls, desperate for release, “Sit on me, Fanta. I want to hold you, I want us to be close, I want….” Words failed me, but she knew what I meant—I need to explode inside her, with her…
She rose and turned, then climbed into my lap, lowering herself as I pulled her tightly onto me, a messy tangle of limbs in a field, our grunts and groans the only sounds for the birds and animals to hear.
We stared into each other’s eyes as I thrust, and she rocked her hips, and that undid me, the lust in her eyes, which must be mirroring my own, the pure bliss in them. She knew I was close, and she threw one hand around my neck and bent back so she had leverage to bounce on me harder and faster, urging me past the point of no return. She closed her eyes andI did the same, concentrating on our primal, frenzied fucking.
We exploded together in a post shaving sex haze, both of us crying out as I emptied myself into her, my cock a rod of pure pleasure, spurting shot after shot of hot cum into Fanta’s convulsing cunt. We kissed hard, lips mashed together, tongues in a frantic dance as we quivered, squeezing every last blissful sensation where we were joined.
When I finally opened my eyes, emptied and ecstatic, Fanta was smiling at me.
“I want to ask you something.”
“Oh,” I said. “I do too.”
“Me first. I want you to shave me, next time.”
“With the straight razor?”
“Of course!” she giggled. “That’s all we’ll use from now on. I like the old-fashioned stuff.”
“Me too,” I said, and kissed her nose.
“What did you want to ask me?”
I looked at the chapel, and then back at Fanta, my lover, warm, soft, and glowing in my lap.
“It can wait…”
“We’ve got all the time in the world.”
The End

I close my eyes tightly and I know my teeth are bared. It’s always like this when I masturbate. I like to keep it going for as long as I can, but I can feel I’m going to cum soon. I’m lying on the bed in my hotel room, my legs wide apart, sliding my fingers up and down my soaking sex, pushing my hips up, teasing myself with a quick rub of my clit. I still feel a little ashamed doing this, which is part of the reason it turns me on so much.
Now my breathing is ragged and I speed things up. I squeeze my breast, pinching the nipple; sharp fingernails in the soft flesh. I like the pain. It makes me feel bad. I’m close now. I know what I have to do to bring myself off and it’s always the same: I think about a guy. Any guy will do; maybe someone I know, someone I’ve seen, or just someone straight out of my imagination.
But he has to have a big cock. That’s always part of the sexual fantasy. It has to be so big that I know it’ll hurt me. I imagine him spreading my legs. I gasp when I see the size of it. I tell him I don’t think I can take it, that I’ll be too tight, but he sticks it in me anyway and really gives it to me, hard and deep. Sometimes it’s rear entry. That can make it more arousing; make it more impersonal. Like some total stranger fucking me at a wild party.
I’m thinking about one of the hotel gym personal trainers. I saw him yesterday by the pool. I’m sure he noticed me, but he didn’t say anything. Maybe he’s not allowed. I was too shy to speak to him, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He was really built. His muscles rippled as he moved. I watched him work out and was shocked to discover that I was soaking wet. I went back to my room to masturbate. I imagined he’d dragged me back there and had screwed me. I had a really quick, hard orgasm. Fuck, it felt good.
As my fingers rub faster, I think of him grabbing me, stripping me. He takes his clothes off and he’s hard and huge. He’s rough with me and doesn’t waste time with foreplay. He just sticks it in. It hurts, but by that time I’m so wet I can take his full length. He grabs my breasts and has me grinding against him to get more. He slaps my ass, he pulls my hair and all the while he’s pounding into me, giving me what I so badly need, the sweat streaming off both of us. Then he flips me over and sticks it in from behind. He’s in real deep. I push my ass back to get more. I tighten myself so he grunts with pleasure, my breasts swaying as he slams into me.
That’s it. I can’t stop it now and I cum with such force it almost lifts me off the bed. I lie there panting, thinking about him, imagining him holding me and caressing me after he’s taken me; after he’s fucked me.
I have a quick shower and wash my hair to freshen myself up. I look at my body in the full length mirror as I put my bikini on. I know I’ve got the sort of body that men want. Wide hips and big breasts. I’m completely shaved and my lips poke out a little. I know men like to see that. I know that this bikini makes my breasts look sexy and that’s why I’m wearing it. I leave the room and head down to the pool.
He’s there, as I hoped he would be. I take my drink over to a lounger and watch him. He’s oblivious to me, just as he was yesterday. I steal sly glances as he does crunches and press-ups. It’s like he’s displaying his body to me, making me want his cock. I can see he’s starting to sweat. I can’t imagine what he’d think if he knew what I’d been doing. How hard and fast I’d imagined him screwing me. The filthy words I’d used as I climaxed, imagining his big dick deep inside me, telling him to be rough with me, telling him that he was the biggest I’d ever had and I loved every thick, rock hard inch of it.
And then I look down. I wasn’t even aware I was doing it. With the middle finger of my right hand, I’m slowly and gently tracing a line up and down my vaginal lips, sometimes pushing against the bikini fabric to get an extra bit of stimulation. I feel myself blushing. It’s as if I’m masturbating in public. No – there’s no ‘as if’ about it. I am masturbating in public. But I don’t want to stop. I feel humiliated and excited at the same time. I take a look around to see if there’s anyone else here, but, like yesterday, it’s just me and him.
I watch his back muscles flex as I continue to pleasure myself. I can feel my nipples hardening and my breasts beginning to swell. How I’d love to get my hands on that fit, muscular body. Drag my fingernails down his back as he penetrated me. Grab that firm, muscular ass. Savour that first brutal, deep thrust. Whisper the filthiest things to him. Watch his face as he felt how tight I was. Adjust my position to get it deeper. Raise my knees up to my breasts. Telling him that he doesn’t need to be gentle; telling him that I don’t like gentle.
My breasts ache now, and they need attention. I must be crazy. I tug my bikini top down so my breasts and nipples are fully exposed. There’s still no one around, but right now I don’t care whether there is or not. In fact, a part of me wants it. The idea of total strangers watching me caress myself is totally exciting.
I gently run a hand over my breast. The nipple is painfully stiff. How I’d love him to take it in his mouth and suck hard. Or perhaps he’d prefer to bite it. I gasp as I think about how that would feel. I massage my breasts until I can stand it no longer. I pull my bikini briefs to the side and open myself up. I’m soaking wet. I rub myself harder now, my fingers slick with my juice. Can he hear the noise this is making?
Just as I slip out of my briefs, he turns to face me, working hard on more push-ups. He’s looking straight at me, but isn’t reacting. Does this sort of thing happen all the time here or is he the coolest guy on the planet? I can’t stop myself now. With one hand I work my breasts and use the other to finger fuck myself. I can hardly believe this. I’m virtually naked and fingering myself in front of a stranger. I smile at him. There can be no doubt in his mind. I’m sending him a blatant invitation. I’m telling him that I’m ready for some hard outdoor fucking.
Now he’s looking at my shaved, wet crotch as I work myself off. I feel so powerful and sexy. I start fantasising about taking lots of guys like him, one after another. Taking one guy in my mouth while another does me from behind. Maybe another guy taking me in the ass. That would feel so good. So good and forbidden. The idea of double penetration makes me shudder and I’d love to do it one day.
I use my thumb against my clit, which is very swollen. I rub fast. I’m almost there. I dig my fingernails into my breast, give my nipple a vicious pinch and cum hard, my pussy jerking and thrusting like the most blatant of invitations. The juice is dripping out of me. I feel so wicked. I feel like a whore. I feel so fucking good.
He stands up and removes his track bottoms. For a moment, I think he’s coming over to me, but he heads for the pool. Perhaps he needs to cool off in more ways than one. He turns to look at me and smiles. He knows exactly what has happened. He can hear me panting. I pull up my bikini top, but don’t bother about the briefs. The idea of walking towards him with my swollen pussy on display is intoxicating. I look around to see if anyone else has turned up.
I sit down on the edge of the pool. I can see his cock is hard now. It’s just as big as I hoped it would be; maybe bigger. His thighs are heavily muscled and he has a well-defined six-pack. I’ve dreamt about a guy like this doing it to me, but now it’s about to happen I feel a little nervous. Will I be good enough? Will I be able to satisfy him? Will he think my boobs are big enough? My pussy tight enough? Seeing that big cock sticking out like that is making me feel faint. Then he grabs my thighs and opens my legs wide.
He looks up and me, smiles briefly and then his mouth is on me, kissing my shaved mound. Tiny, gentle kisses. I wasn’t expecting this. I thought it would be quick and rough, but somehow this is even more of a turnon. He runs his tongue down my lips, then sucks and nibbles each of them in turn. I’m already wide open from masturbating and once again I can feel the juice dribbling out of me.
Then it gets more intense. His grip on my thighs is so firm that it’s starting to hurt me, but I like it. I push my pussy towards his face. I want to show him that I want this, that I’m ready for anything he wants to do to me. His tongue darts in and out, faster and faster. I see him lick his lips, savouring the taste of my juice. Then he really starts work on my clit, licking and sucking. I feel my stomach muscles flutter. Am I going to cum again?
I bare my teeth at him, willing him to keep on with whatever he’s going to do. That I’m ready for it. Just as the ache in my breasts is starting to get unbearable, both of his hands are on them, squeezing hard, pinching the nipples, tugging them as if he’s milking me. I grind my hips against his mouth, letting him know I want more of his tongue, and when he’s finished with that I want his cock. The idea of actually being pregnant and milked by him pops into my mind. I gasp out loud at this and it makes him look up.
I think he knows I’m ready now. He gives my clit one last, long exquisite lick and stands up in front of me, his hard staff twitching and his strong hands still kneading my breasts. I look down at my nipples. I’ve never seen them so big and stiff. He can read my mind. He pinches them. Oh my God I love the pain.
I take his cock in my hand and start wanking him off. I get both hands around it and rub it and dig my fingernails in. He moans. He likes this. He’s so big. He’s so hard. I can’t wait to feel what that monster is like inside me.
Then I take him in my mouth and start to rub myself, all the while secretly hoping that someone will walk by and watch us. As I suck and lick his rigid erection, I imagine that I’m in a porn film, all of the crew watching me suck him while I frig myself. I think the film would have more than one guy in it. Maybe some girls, too.
I fantasise about a really sexy girl behind me, her breasts pushed against my back, kissing my neck, pinching my nipples, and all the while I’m taking a cock deep into my mouth, sucking it and teasing it with my tongue. I can almost feel the girl. I can feel her long hair fall over my shoulders. I can hear her moans of pleasure.
This is all too much for me. I have to have it now. I take his cock out of my mouth and give it a last hard squeeze with both hands. I open my legs wide, opening my lips up with my fingers, offering myself to him. He rubs my belly with one hand and with the other, he easily slides three fingers into me, moving in and out, right up to the knuckle. I push down onto his fingers and tighten myself, giving him a hint of what I’ll be doing to his cock. As his strong fingers push in and out of me, he grazes my clit with his thumb. I grunt and jerk upwards with the sensation and he smiles.
His fingers slide out of me and he licks my juice off them. I grab his cock once more, placing his swollen glans at the entrance to my soaking sex and he smiles. For a second, I think he’s going to prolong the agony. I think he’s going to tease me just a little while longer. But then I squeal with pleasure as he rams it into me, all the way up to the hilt. It’s almost too much for me. It’s too big. I moan loudly and hold him tightly, my arms around those big, muscular shoulders, telling him with my clenching pussy what I want him to do.
Then his hands move from my breasts to my ass and he pulls me towards him. I raise my legs up to get some more length and soon he’s hammering into me, giving me what I need with the speed I crave. He’s so, so big. The stretching sensation is heavenly. I look down to see my breasts jiggle with each powerful stroke, my nipples stiff again. I try to grab his cock each time he pulls out; I want to touch it while he’s screwing me.
My fingers wander down to my clit. I want to give myself a rub, but he takes my hand away and replaces it with his own, rubbing my clit through the hood, driving me wild. Just the touch of his fingers is bringing me very close and he knows it.
Then he pulls out and turns me over. I can feel his fingers open me up and then he pushes into me from behind, his cock solid and stiff. I tell him to stick it in me hard. I goad him. I tell him he’s not giving it to me rough enough, fast enough. I know this is driving him crazy from the way he’s doing me: those strong hands on my breasts again, clawing them, hurting them. I tighten myself once more and I can hear him start to moan.
Each vicious thrust is deep, frenzied and relentless. He slaps my ass and I squeal with delight. It’s my sexual fantasy come true. Hard, merciless rear entry in public with a guy I barely know. I’m thinking of frigging myself again but I can feel my orgasm coming. Just as I’m peaking, he fingers me, shoots deep inside me and then it’s all over for both of us. I gently touch his ass to let him know that I want him to stay inside me. I want every drop of him. I want to smell him. I want to feel like we’re one. And then I want to get him up to my room.
The End