That delicious couple I met on the nude beach last month.
They were sweet, inviting and I soon found out, the kinkiest fuckers on the planet when I agreed to join them for a heated night of anything goes. That night swiftly and happily turned into weeks.
I’m still masturbating to the actual things we did then. And my mind keeps whispering to me, “You need to move closer to where they live…”.
I so fucking do.

That delicious couple I met on the nude beach last month.

They were sweet, inviting and I soon found out, the kinkiest fuckers on the planet when I agreed to join them for a heated night of anything goes. That night swiftly and happily turned into weeks.

I’m still masturbating to the actual things we did then. And my mind keeps whispering to me, “You need to move closer to where they live…”.

I so fucking do.

My first thought is to take this string of wanton pre-cum in my hand and paint his mouth with it.
Then gently cup his balls and make him tell me in filthy detail what got him this excited… before we even kiss.

My first thought is to take this string of wanton pre-cum in my hand and paint his mouth with it.

Then gently cup his balls and make him tell me in filthy detail what got him this excited… before we even kiss.

(Source: dirrty-hands)

Sometimes I ride her, sometimes she binds and takes me.

These days, she leans more and more toward keeping me bound and begging, and no matter my mood, I end up a sated little fucktoy - something I’d never imagined I could be.

And she knows that payback is an orgasmic bitch.

I knew of her burning secret fantasies, but her shyness was almost debilitating woth even thoughts of actually doing those kinds of things with other people.
On this day, with fair warning, I bound and blindfolded her, knelt behind her while nipping at her bared shoulder and hinting at what was about to happen.
"There will be pretty party-goers and you will be their sort of sexual pinata. They will all poke and play and taunt you until all of your dirty candy spills out, again and again and again. And you never have to see them, or see them looking at you."
She whimpered and wiggled that telltale wiggle of her sweet cut already drenching her panties.
"I’ll keep you safe, baby" I said. "Ready?’
There was a throaty heft to her “yes” that I’d never heard before.
Then I watched my shy little wallflower bloom into a wildcat in fucking heat, taking all that she could from this handpicked group of men and women, and still not have enough.
When the crowd was gone and  her body was covered in all flavors of lust, I removed her eyes’ cover and kissed her, and just said, “That’s my good dirty little girl.”

I knew of her burning secret fantasies, but her shyness was almost debilitating woth even thoughts of actually doing those kinds of things with other people.

On this day, with fair warning, I bound and blindfolded her, knelt behind her while nipping at her bared shoulder and hinting at what was about to happen.

"There will be pretty party-goers and you will be their sort of sexual pinata. They will all poke and play and taunt you until all of your dirty candy spills out, again and again and again. And you never have to see them, or see them looking at you."

She whimpered and wiggled that telltale wiggle of her sweet cut already drenching her panties.

"I’ll keep you safe, baby" I said. "Ready?’

There was a throaty heft to her “yes” that I’d never heard before.

Then I watched my shy little wallflower bloom into a wildcat in fucking heat, taking all that she could from this handpicked group of men and women, and still not have enough.

When the crowd was gone and  her body was covered in all flavors of lust, I removed her eyes’ cover and kissed her, and just said, “That’s my good dirty little girl.”

Thank you the incredible compliments, Ms. BBGL, and for the inspiration you give us all every day! You know you’ll have those pictures one day, maybe a whole gallery of them!

xoxoxo

PICTURES FOR AN EXHIBITION



His name was Matthew, and was perhaps one of the last people I imagined doing anything this lewd with. An offbeat, good looking guy, about a dozen years my junior; smart, in shape, and a creative type like me. We were working together on a 2 month project, and with the commute, now and then we’d even carpool, since we lived in the same general area. But to each other, we were two straight males, so anything sexual never entered our sphere of contact. I’m not sure I was even imagining things in secret, since I never thought he bent that way.

Why did it happen finally? Well, I can thank my dear, far-away friend Kelli, a woman who lives for, cheers on and encourages adventures in bi sex, especially when two men are concerned, and even more so if she can be either right in the middle of them, or there for close-up viewing and masturbating. When I met her, my mind had already been somewhat opened to the MMF dance by two other women who shared their secret fantasies of having a full-on bi trio where the men engage in anything and everything. 

But Kelli, with her unique sexual views and her endlessly positive “no labels necessary - if you enjoy it,  just do it” attitude - well, she helped me turn the corner into deciding to stop holding back and go there for real when the moment was right. My deepest desire was for her to be in the room when I did. But that was not likely to happen, being that she was married and across a border.

Under her tutelage then, I began to write hot dirty bi sex stories, and even a few MM tales, where women were not present except in other parts of the men’s lives. And the more I wrote about it, the more I was ready for the real thing. I knew it would happen for me the day I sent her a note with the sincere promise that I would send her photoggraphs in action of the first cock I took and/or took me, and the first man ass I fucked. I’m not exactly sure why, but that unprovoked promise made it completely real for me. Perhaps because I was saying underneath that oath that, “I will do this, and you will have proof of how you helped make it happen.”

That is where Matthew comes in.

As much as I daydreamed and masturbated to lots of differing bi visions after a time, and began to write hot dirty manlove scenes in the first person, finding the right first guy seemed near impossible. It wasn’t a priority, but it was always whispering to me from the back of my mind. And I wasn’t into clubbing or trolling the internet for first dates. Then came the day when Matt happened to peer over  my shoulder while I was answering a note on my Tumblr App. He didn’t see much of anything, but he recognized the look of the App, since he had a page there as well. We clearly both kept them secret from our professional lives.

He leaned in quietly and said, “I hope you’re not using your real name on your page.” I just laughed aloud and said, “Noooo, nobody knows…not even you”.

The look on his face said that he had a similar secret. I added quietly, “I never look at this in public, except for messages.” He smirked back and said, “Uh huh”. That was the extent of the exchange. Looking back now, it was  rather ironic to think that the secret that opened the eventual door came from answering one of Kelli’s own messages to me in the rehearsal lounge. Perfection, really.

Matt and I car-shared the next day, and on the way home in the mass of traffic, the sporadic questions began. As he asked away, and I cautiously answered, I returned the curious fire in tandem. I admitted freely that I wrote lots of eloquent porn stories, some of which I’d do, others maybe not so much. I didn’t want to give away too much too soon. We exchanged Tumblr addresses by the end of the ride, and that dirty door creaked open a little further.

His Tumblr page was a perfect match for my tastes. Lots of gorgeous women of different ages and shapes, and just the right smattering of naked men, many who were deeply sexually engaged with each other. I’m sure in the back of my mind I was listing Matt as a possible, but I was always cautious about any sexual contact with people I work with… at least until the gig is over.  Things can get really messy at work. But if the drive is still there when the job is done, I go for it. For now, it was a back burner thing.

I got a text that night from him: “Fucking hot stories! Making me crazy. DAMN!!”

I was tempted to ask which one(s) got him off. I just knew something had. I let it go for now.

After a long work day and a quick beer, he said point blank, but gently “Can i ask you, are you bi, or curious, or…?”  I let the question hang in the air while I decided how much to reveal. I already knew him enough to know that this would stay between us. I decided on blatant honesty.  “In my head, I’m bi. In practice, not yet, but I’m sure it will happen. Just have to find the right…. situation, guy, couple…”.

I looked at him with a smile and asked, “You?”. In his usual joking manner, he answered,”I’ve petted a cockatoo.” We both laughed out loud and I bantered back. “A cockatoo, a cockateil, or a cock or two…or more?”. He again joked back, “Take your pick.” But the blush on his face told me that he’d had cock and who knows what else. To myself I thought, “Interesing-er and interesitng-er.”

The drive home told the tale. He’d had more to drink then I had, since I was driving, and I took a little advantage of his weary vulnerability. “So, you’ve sucked, fucked, given, taken?”

In a moment of honesty, he softly said, “I’ve tried a little of everything. I love women but…” and he let that trail off.

I answered simply, “I understand.”

He surprised me then with, “So this photo shoot, the one you mentioned wanting to do in that recent post - will be your first? Cock, that is?” (I’d forgotten that was out there to be seen)

We were suddenly in truth or dare mode without saying. “Yes.” I answered matter of fact-ly.

"Gonna have auditions?" he queried playfully.

"Excellent idea, Matt! After all, I do need to see the body, the cock, and of course, the willingness to let me call the shots, both photographic and otherwise, at least for this exercise. And affidavits of good health are always a plus."

We laughed. And the truth under the jokes hung in the air with the crackling silence that led right to his door. I wouldn’t see him the next day as it was our day off from the project week. I had some decisions brewing in my head about whether to pursue this or not with him. I was leaning towards doing so, but wasn’t sure about the timing. Matthew solved that for me the next night.

I got another text. “I’m an idiot. I left my script in your car. Can I pick it up, or will you be around for me to get it from you somewhere?”

Part of me thought, “He did this on purpose.” But I kinda liked that idea. 

I had to be near his house around the time he was coming home from a coffee date with a new girl. “Text me when you’re home, I’ll drop by. There will be a fee. ;)”

Part of me wanted to see how he lived. Might tell me more about this guy.

He met me at the door in jeans and a tee, right out of the shower, still toweling his head. I laughed…

"You had sex with her already over coffee?"

"I wish", he answered. "She’s gorgeous, but she wears way too much perfume and it was all over me from just one hug and a kiss. I smelled like a French whore."

"Oh so you’ve been with some?"

"Not enough."

The sense of humor is always such a  plus.

Once more, I was suddenly blunt. “You left this in my car on purpose.”

He went red. I added, “Thought so.”

The long silent paused was deafening.

He cleared his throat, and half whispered, “I want to audition. For your… first… shoot.”

There was something so intensely but quietly sexual in his reading of “first…shoot”. It would be. In so many ways.

"You sure you’re up for that?" He nodded vigorously. "And clearly you prefer an impromptu private audition, and were hoping for….tonight?"

"Or whenever…" he said sheepishly. He clearly wanted it. Now.

"Why?", I asked boldly, as any casting person might ask.

"I want to be your first. In your pictures. I want to see your friend Kelli’s reaction. I want pics like that too. And… I like you. Be nice to… yanno… connect… in another…ummm, way."

"Wanna call your coffee date over to watch?" That made him laugh, and broke the tension for us both.

"Not this time thanks. Maybe later, once her perfume wears off."

I let another long waft of electric seconds pass, then I said, with a certain command,

"Run a brush though your hair.  You’ve got your audition. In five minutes."

THE AUDITION

I pulled a chair from the kitchen into the living room, and set it up as if I were a director of a film. Matt had a somewhat bare wall in a subtle color, and I thought it might make the perfect backdrop. Part of me couldn’t believe I was doing this (with a guy anyway), while another part of me was praying that this would go exactly where I wanted it to go… all the fucking way.

It suddenly struck me as I waited for him to return that I’d needed to taste this new bisexual adventure for some time now, and here it was, being offered freely. The troubling part was that we were working together.  I might have to make some rules there. but this was already too far along and it was too perfect a set-up to walk away from at this point.

He came back into the room, looking a little shy all of a sudden, but eager as well. “In front of this wall, please, but away from it a bit.”

He took direction well.

I circled him slowly and reminded him what he was auditioning for. The first wave of photos would be about a blowjob, maybe even  one each way. I would show minimal recognizable face, but definitely mouths and swallowed cock and running cum at the very least. If all went well, there would likely be other activities and maybe other sessions.

I pulled my phone out and with the recorder App and we taped a mutual agreement that none of these photos would be posted online and that my friend Kelli would be the keeper of the originals. I kept this all very proper and professional sounding to take our minds way from the heat that was clearly building between us. I added one little detail, “By the way, this audition may include some touching, okay?” He nodded his assent, but I could almost hear him thinking “I hope so.”

I stepped back and said plainly, “Off with your jeans and anything under them, please. I need to see the goods.”

There was only a moment’s hesitation, then he did was asked. I drank in the sight and quietly thought, “Yes, perfect.”

He had a beautiful cock, a good size, not too much or too little hair around it, cut like mine, and though it was mostly flaccid, I could see that it was already swelling. I walked behind him and saw a very delicious bit of hot man-ass there, and I cupped my hands on it and told him so. “I’ll bet men and women love your ass, and want to fuck it, don’t they.”

"Mostly men", he said. "Never had a woman say that." I laughed.

"If you ever meet Kelli, she’d pay you to bend over and take one of her strap-on girlcocks. That is one hot fuckable ass, Matthew." He blushed and couldn’t speak for a minute or three.

I walked to his front and cupped my hand on his half-risen shaft. “This is very nice too, by the way. It’s really perfect for what I want to do.” I let that statement simmer in the air as I barely moved my hand so I could feel his cock rise on its own right into my palm.

I stepped back and sat. “I need to see it fully hard too. It’s important.” He looked bewildered. I smiled and said, “You know how…just lean back on the wall and play.”

There was something so arousing about watching him give into the situation, and begin to stroke himself towards a pleasure lift-off, with me ogling his every move and reaction. I lowered the level of my voice to just above a whisper, and read him a sensual list of the specific kinds of photos I would be taking, and might ask him to help with. As I described each one, I could see his cock jump with each visual, and tears of pre-cum slip from its head’s slit. Part of me wanted to watch him just stroke himself until he came all over himself, so I could lick it all up off of his skin. That’s when I knew I just had to fucking dive in and stop playing with my new found toy like this.

"You okay if I take some test shots?" He nodded his agreement.

I took a couple of quick pictures of his risen meat, and of him playing with it. Then I asked him to face the wall, lean forward and spread his legs while playing. I took a couple of pics of him stroking from between his spread muscular ass and thighs. Those photos were so fucking hot! That ass arching and flexing with every dirty move, his cockhead glistening. Again, my own dick was at near full mast in my jeans, and all it wanted was to plant itself deep in that beautiful man-hoie winking at me. In my head, I’d already decided, pics or no pics, I was fucking this boy. Tonight.

I rose from my seat, told him to face me and I came in close. “One more question: Do you like to kiss men?” He nodded ‘yes’ convincingly. I smiled deeply, then showed him the “test” pics for his approval. I cropped one or two quickly as he watched half naked, and said, “How about we get Kelli’s approval if she’s around.”

He sheepishly answered, “Okay.”

I sent her a few shots, then turned back to him. “Well, as you know, I haven’t auditioned anyone else for this role…”. I made him wait for it. “But I would say, you are pretty perfect for the job. Let’s see if we hear back from the instigator.”

And like magic, her text popped right in. “HOLY FUCK! God yes, he’s fucking gorgeous. You better! Damn, where’s my Star Trek transporter? I SO fucking want to be there!!”

I showed Matthew, as I touched his beautiful hard cock, and whispered, “Looks like you’re in… if you want the job.”

"I do!" he jumped in eagerly. I leaned in and sealed the deal with a slow deepening kiss. When we finished, I eased back and smiled. "Very nice indeed."

He was completely startled when I stepped away and said, “So… when would you like to do the actual shoot?”, as I picked up a few things like I was leaving. His mouth was hanging open, his gorgeous cock was dripping, and I started laughing. “Of course, we need to rehearse for it… tonight!” 

His terror vanished as I walked towards him peeling off my shirt then his. I took a finger full of his slippery pre-cum and painted his lips with it, then pressed him to the wall to lick it off with some heated kissing. In between our mouth-to-mouth bouts, I said, “Yes, fucking perfect, you are. It’s gonna get awkward at work, so well have to talk about that… later.” He just kissed back harder.

I pulled back with a smile and said, “Let’s send Kelli a few teasers, then we’ll get to the important stuff.”

I took a shot of us kissing close-up, one with tongues showing, one looking down at his hand undoing my jeans as his erect cock rubbed at them. I kissed my way downward, and then took one more picture of my lips puckering and kissing the tip of his wet dick. And then i couldn’t resist snapping an image of my own lips smeared with his precum to add to the taunting mix.

I popped them into one email, and wrote swiftly. “Here is where we are starting. The rest are cumming… after we do.”

Her text rang back in no time. “HOLY SHIT!! I think I need to go and fist-fuck myself now… if only I could!”

I showed Matt her text, kissed his cockhead once more, and said, “Don’t go anywhere.”

THE FIRST SHOOT

I got up, dragged the chair next to where we were at the wall, placed my phone on it and set the App for multiple pics and set the viewer screen to face me. I wrapped my fist around his aching cock, and whispered, “It’s just us now. Remember, this is about documenting firsts. I may take you to the edge a number of times, but you don’t cum until I let you know it’s okay. Got it?”  He just shook his head. He was on board for anything.

I knelt down, since the blowjob was the initial idea for this whole shebang, and I decided to savor every second and snap the pics when I could remember to do so. First and foremost, this was my playtime to explore and devour, and to tease Matthew to the nth fucking degree, until he melted right into my mouth.

I had him lean back on the wall to steady himself, as I lifted his cock and took one ball at a time into my mouth to suckle. His pre-cum was now sliding over my thumb, and it inspired me to start stroking him slowly. I could feel his legs begin to vibrate suddenly and I heard him begin a soft steady moan above me as I played. 

I snuck a quick pic of the ball sucking without stopping, then I ran my tongue up the underside of his shaft and got that shot in multi’s too. I put the phone down and intently wrapped my lips about his whole cockhead and licked away at his slit. I saw him clawing his own hips, knowing that he really wanted to fist my hair in that moment and yank me in deep. I began to toy with depths when I was ready, paying attention to his every nuanced reaction - staying shallow, then pushing in deep and deeper still. I was testing my own throat’s resolve for how much of him I could take in. And of course, no matter how much of him I swallowed, he rocked in even deeper with every move.

I pulled off of him suddenly when I felt him shivering that familiar vibration of “I’m almost cumming”, a place I know too well. it startled him again. I looked up and said “Ah ah ah… not yet. Picture time.”, and I kissed the head of his now glistening, purpled member. I was reminding myself of the task at hand as well, since taking him to the edge and back and savoring the taste and the feel of controlling his fever from below… well, it had my mind spinning and my cock leaking like a needy faucet. There was a puddle on the hardwood floor beneath me of my own pre-cum. I was loving this topping from the bottom thing already.

I set to taking pics of my lips wrapped about his shaft, at varying depths, one that felt nearly balls deep. I told him to put his hands in my hair and push me in, then I handed him the phone to shoot from above, a few of me looking up and then smearing his cock around my lips. “That one, I thought, “will need serious cropping. No face, remember?”

I had him drop the phone onto the chair again, then said, “Time for those finishing touches…”. And I proceeded to forget the camera, and set my concentration to sensing his place on the precipice, and keeping him teetering there, without falling over, again and again. I would look up to see him hanging on by a thread, then savor him looking down at me with those begging “please let me cum” eyes.

Finally, I popped off of his fully loaded dick, and said softly, “Cum for me now, Matthew. Cum as hard as you need. Fill me the fuck up.”

His eyes rolled back before I even re-engaged with him, and when I did, I began pumping his length and bobbing my head deeper and deeper. I started a low hum, like I do with women when I go down on them, and i think that is what finally tripped him into his monstrously explosive orbit.

I felt his hands vise-grip my curls, his entire body shook, and I felt those familiar twitches along his entire shaft, and those pre-spurting jerks hit, just before the first wave of cumwash thundered into my face. I tried to take him deep as he dumped cannon-loads of gushing seed across my tongue and into my throat. I had to back off and quickly, lest I lose my lips’ grip on his cock, while his hips kept shoving forward, looking to bury themselves deep within me. I squeezed his balls and slid my wrapped fingers up and down on his shaft to get the entire storehouse of his wicked lust into my cheeks, and I could feel it leaking from the sides of my mouth. The feel of that, for some reason, almost made me cum, just from the filthy idea of it alone.

I swallowed a few big gulps of his sticky waves to leave room for the incoming flood. I wanted a huge mouthful for the final shots. And when his spasms eased up, I reached down for my jeans on the floor to wipe my slathered hands before grabbing the phone again. I looked up at him to make sure he was watching. I eased off to the very tip of his cock , then I let myself smile with his phallic tip still in my grip, and a river of cum cascaded out of my loosened lips , and washed downward under the umbrella of  his mushroomed head. That was a shot I wanted most, and I let the auto cam snap away, capturing the ongoing cumfall in its seemingly endless streams.

I took one shot of my messy face before rising, then I stood and leaned into Matthew, smeared some of the mess onto his face and bade him kiss me. We traded mouthfuls of his blasted seed, and after I caught one or two pics of that exchange, I was done with the camera…for now.

We both slid down the wall and rocked against each other as we cleaned the other up with our tongues, wherever the errant seed had fallen.

"Well done, Matthew. You’re fucking hired. When shall we do it for real?"

"Whenever you say…."

"Good answer" , I smirked. "Soooo, how do you feel about rehearsing the second shoot. You know, the one where I take your perfect ass for a deep, hard ride."

His eyes fluttered. He wanted it now.

"You catch your breath, and we’ll choose a pic to send to Kelli now, shall we? She doesn’t know about the second shoot yet."

We sorted through the pics quickly, and Matt and I picked two to send her. The first was a cum cascade pic with his cockhead against my lips. The other was one of our cum-swapping kisses afterward.

I added this note for Kelli. “First shoot: a huge success. I’m staying for part 2: Riding his gorgeous ass into heaven…”

Her return note read “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. Who needs sleep anyway? Just take one of you balls deep in him. I’ll give you anything!”

I wrote back “Deal.”

Then Matthew and I tugged one another into his bedroom, and all I could think of were Kelli’s words “Who needs sleep anyway?” 

I had absolutely no desire to stop what I was doing, pics or no.  if I had my way now, which I knew I would, Matt and I were about to fuck each other every which way until the dawn.

When she’s in this kind of a wicked mood, my usually demure girl will take the reins, and demand her due. She will intently warm me up like this, teasing my ass relentlessly, talking dirtier than ever, and taunting me by never touching my cock, and making me promise not to cum without permission.
In no time, she’ll have me face down, ass up and she’ll be pile-driving my ass the way I usually do hers. She’ll hair-pull and hot spank, bite and toy with me until I am nearly in tears with want, almost begging for release, long after she’s had hers.
She’ll continue to rock balls deep in my ravaged anal canal, and soft-pet my cock while asking me just how badly I need to cum. Then she’ll make me promise to do filthy things that I otherwise wouldn’t think of doing. “I’ll hold you to that”, she says… and I know she means it.
Then, when she is ready and not before, she makes me explode in buckets all over myself. In the aftermath, she captures as much of my spattered cum from my panting skin with her dirty girlcock, then makes me suck it absolutely clean.
For a girl whose tendency is to be more submissive most of the time, donning a big cock can turn her into a force of fucking nature… and turn my will to wanton Jell-o.

When she’s in this kind of a wicked mood, my usually demure girl will take the reins, and demand her due. She will intently warm me up like this, teasing my ass relentlessly, talking dirtier than ever, and taunting me by never touching my cock, and making me promise not to cum without permission.

In no time, she’ll have me face down, ass up and she’ll be pile-driving my ass the way I usually do hers. She’ll hair-pull and hot spank, bite and toy with me until I am nearly in tears with want, almost begging for release, long after she’s had hers.

She’ll continue to rock balls deep in my ravaged anal canal, and soft-pet my cock while asking me just how badly I need to cum. Then she’ll make me promise to do filthy things that I otherwise wouldn’t think of doing. “I’ll hold you to that”, she says… and I know she means it.

Then, when she is ready and not before, she makes me explode in buckets all over myself. In the aftermath, she captures as much of my spattered cum from my panting skin with her dirty girlcock, then makes me suck it absolutely clean.

For a girl whose tendency is to be more submissive most of the time, donning a big cock can turn her into a force of fucking nature… and turn my will to wanton Jell-o.

With writing time severely limited at present, I am re-posting this longer story in 3 Acts. Enjoy, if you’re of a mind!
nakeddoors:
RAIN DANCE - ACT 1

The Unintentional Voyeur
She waited for him like this every day now. It only seemed to happen in the rain. Until it didn’t.
His front path always flooded, getting worse each time, so on stormier days, he began to walk up the rise, and ‘round to the back, passing right by this window, one he never before had reason to peer into. It must have been the light that day, that odd bit of sun, cracking through the dampened shadows, that caught his eye and drew it to the primal motion within.
He was the married man from next door, young, offbeat good-looking, awkwardly dressed in a decent suit, but carrying it off somehow. Quiet, masculine but with a kind face, and shamed, but hungry eyes when first he caught her hand movements through his preoccupation.
Rachel was a relatively recent addition to the neighboring home, an exchange student from the UK, and unabashedly hornier than the day was long. She loved reading sensual stories to the sound of rainfall, but it always made her body’s baser hungers swirl, and eventually her naked core was sending whispered missives to her gathering libido’s fury: “You need to be fucked in the rain…noooowwwww.”
This continually led to dropped books, lowered knickers, and sopping wet, digging fingers. Then, there was a fist in her mouth as she came, as no doubt someone from the host family might hear, if she didn’t muffle her filthy moans.
The two had never formally met, but they had seen one another in passing, nodded, smiled perhaps, in undistracted moments. Imprints were made, but nothing of note was exchanged, as of yet.
After their first drive-by lustfest, Rachel decided she didn’t want to know his situation, or even his name. It sufficed that her lithe form and rampant sexual vibrations were enough to pull this handsome joe away from his homestead reality, which lie only a mere paces away. As for Michael, the moment she unintentionally invaded his consciousness, the honey of her aura seeped into every dusky corner of his being, and the wet bees buzzed inside him incessantly, begging him to taste more and more of it.
The Accidental Incursion
The first time he wandered by the tall, un-shuttered panes, and had his life’s frail framework hijacked by the vision of her, she was in mid-masturbation, half-dressed, panties to her thighs, two fingers circling her slickened clit, then dipping deep and deeper into her levitating cunt’s nest bottom. He watched, mesmerized, and in no time started unconsciously rubbing himself through his trousers, unaware of anything around him, even his own rising heat and flesh.
When Rachel’s tongue lapped at her own mouth, and her teeth imprinted themselves on her bottom lip, she began to tug at the bottom of her shirt to pull it up. He was panting,  huffing a circle of fog onto the pane between them, anxiously awaiting the new reveal…. when her eyes popped open. The two froze, locked in disbelief, deer in headlights, not one breath was taken on either side of the barrier… until she recognized his face, and almost half-smiled, unwittingly baring a secret little fantasy she kept about him, never imagining any reality ever to materialize. She’d certainly never envisioned this.
She stayed honed in on his drooling gaze, then, ever so slowly, she began to seductively move her shirt upwards again, letting her petite unharnessed breasts, play peek-a-boo at first, then perk into full view, spiking the electricity already hovering in the damp air. This time, as her rigid nipples emerged, it was he who was chewing at his own lip. The daring partitioned game was now shamelessly afoot.
She watched his every eye flutter and hand move, as she pulled at her nipples on fire, and intently fucked herself with an ever-rising fervor. She had already been close to the edge before he appeared, but now, with his rapt attentions on her every obscene, writhing thrust and tug,  his hands’ rhythms soon synched to match hers, as he continued to half-consciously rub the growing bulge through his trousers.
She couldn’t tell if it was rain or precum, but it looked to her like the latter, as a dark spot grew in a widening circle under his belt line. The mere thought of making a man’s cached cockhead so wet, that he would soak right through his wollen suit pants, as she exposed her dirty self-pleasuring self, shot her right over the orgasmic edge. She nearly forgot to stuff her hand in her mouth, as she let out a raw fuck-me moan, that  he could hear though the echoing glass.
When her eyes fluttered opened again, and her heart began to ease its pace down from her cum-rocket ride, he was still there. His mouth was open as wide as his raincoat. the stain under his belt had grown even bigger. He hadn’t cum, but his cock must have been soaked in slippery, promising pre-syrup. God, how she wanted to reach through the glass, unzip him and lick him clean.
She arched up from her lying down position, just enough to place her open palm on the glass. But as he reached to match hers on the other side, someone apparently called to him. His head jerked sideways, he yelled something back. When he turned back, his face was beet red, and he was stuttering, trying to speak to the half-clad, encased siren before him, but unable to form the thoughts or the words. 
He gestured that he had to go, then his head swiveled away again, to be sure no one saw just where he was. Before he looked one more time at his sultry exhibitionist, she knocked on the glass. He spun back to her gaze, to find her one finger pointing to his belt. He looked down to see the tell-tale pre-cum circle on his suit pants, nodded, smiled as if to thank her, closed his coat securely, and scurried off, craning his neck back, as if to memorize her entirety in the nano-second he had left.
Take Two
Rachel was deeply grateful that it was forecast to rain all the week long. She waited for him. This time, it would happen on purpose.
He, the good husband, tried to pass by the window without looking, but he heard the raven’s knock once more, and his heart did a triple backflip, half in caught fear, and half in a “I fucking thank the lord” prayer. They stared at one another for a brief eternity. Then, as time began again, she slowly peeled her panties off, as he watched through the glass. Rachel fingered herself, gazing endlessly into the dirty corners of his sexual soul. As she lifted her top to pull at her swollen nipples, she ran her fingers down the glass, begging for him to join her. He looked around, and unzipped himself. He was hard as a jousting pole, and thick and cut and beautiful. And in a wicked heartbeat, once again, he was already dripping in arousal, from the very thought of her.
Oh, how she longed to push her tongue through the glass, then catch his mushroomed head in her teeth… and never let go.
And yes, the window could open, but she knew it was too soon. The desire and the mutual show was enough… for now.
They locked eyes, and willfully bared their filthy, masturbatory trade secrets to each other, as they ferociously steered themselves toward voyuer’d mutual explosions. When she erupted,  it made him cum unexpectedly, in jerking, grunting rockabye motions, spraying his seedlust all over her window, the carnal cream sending wafts of musky steam into the cool air.
He was shaken by his own misdeeds, but mostly by the fact that he had never cum so hard in his life before this. And he kew what that meant. He was fucking hooked with no cure in sight. He kept a wary eye out as he lingered, almost too long. But it was just long enough to see her lick her cunt-dipped fingers clean, and gesture to him to taste his own carnal flotsam. He scanned his surroundings first, then mirrored her, tasting himself for another to see, for the first time in his sexually sheltered life.
When he finally zipped up and sidled off slow as molasses, she cracked the window, reached out and stole some of his seed cream from the blushing glass, just to sample the flavor of his sex. Once she had, she knew that she would definitely need more of that; much more.
Third Time’s the Charm
The next day it poured so badly that, even though, in an effort to break the spell and regain his orientation, he’d promised himself he would not go near her window, his front path was a sheer disaster, and left him no choice. He was led back to temptation’s trail, past the siren’s song that oozed from the weeping panes, and dared him not to look as he hurried by.
Never mind that he’d half-consciously left work a little earlier, to make time for today’s ambrosial, peepshow play date. It was his own shuddering guilt that made him want to pretend it had never really happened.  With his home in one eye, whipping up his denial, and her window in the other, fondling his crotch like an aggressive street whore, he might have stood in the street for hours unable to move. The rain’s fallout guided him gently to his own blissful ruin.
She was stretched out on the rug, naked but for her white knee socks, reading her book, like a naughty schoolgirl, nonchalantly waiting for her daily disciplinarian’s paddle to her misbehaving rump. And without ever touching herself, the sheer anticipation of his arrival, had droplets from her weeping folds seeping into the carpet. Had he been awaiting behind her, he could have slipped oh, so effortlessly, halfway to her back wall’s paradise, with nary a catch. 
She, too, had prepared herself early. It was all she could think of today, because she had plans for them, beyond mere “show and tell and cum”. The taste of his seeded cream, that he left on her sopping surface yesterday, stirred the next level of wanton behavior in her, and she would no longer settle for less.
He tried to rush past, but once again, the ‘nevermore’ knocking rapped at his libido’s consciousness, and his already half-risen cock’s will, spurred on by his own burning denial, made him swivel and gasp to himself. How could she have known about his schoolgirl fetish (‘or did every man have one?’, he wondered). Never mind that. There she was, a Lolita come of age, her perfect little bottom begging to be spanked and breached and ridden. His face was also more than willing to be its perfect settee cushion, if she so desired.
In the first moments, she could see his fixation with her luscious rump, so she arched and wriggled it just enough to make him drop his satchel, and not remember the important papers within. She made one more lethal gesture, tucking her knees close to her hips, head to the pile while facing him, and the wide vee of her thighs, rising in a ‘fuck me now’ arch, as if it were headed for the dripping sky.
He was gone, surrendering to ever base desire he’d ever had, his other existence a mere  mist in the thunder, as if he’d stepped into a parallel universe with a different name and life. She rose to kneeling, and faced him, pressed her heated breasts against the cold glass, and kissed the pane at his cock’s level.
She drew a rudimentary penis in her breath’s fog, then licked it. He shook visibly, then looked about like a spy being followed. He unzipped and unleashed. He was full and yes, again with glistening tear-dropped tip. She began to rip at her nipples and spank her own clit, and the lightning fire that ran up and down her flesh made her hips rock and beg for that cockpole, that whispered lewd promises through the forbidden barrier.
He was stroking and dribbling, his eyes fluttering now and then, when he wasn’t making sure that he, the masturbating watcher, was also being watched. The nearness of his other life, and the deeply dangerous game he was playing here, sent his soul into carnal overdrive. He couldn’t believe how much he was obscenely revved up from this act, living a new, dreadfully filthy scenario for real, soon to be blasting a college girl’s portal anew, with his shamelful depravity.
And just as that thought hit him, her hand reached to the floor and unlatched the window. He watched it as if it were occurring in slow motion, and before his mind conceived what was indeed in motion, she leaned out slightly, then her feline fingers slipped under his hand and flicked it away, as they wrapped around the girth of his luscious meat. She began painting her lips with his precum, using his shaft and head like a lip gloss applicator, with a wicked upward gaze.
She doe-eyed him from her naked kneeling place, and he could swear she mouthed the words “I want.” Her lips captured his swollen head, then popped it out again, then she insistently licked into his drooling slit. She began a rhythm, wrap-pop-lick, wrap-pop-lick. He steadied himself on the window’s frame, and once or twice forced himself to look around, though he was too lost in sensation to comprehend anything he saw.
She cupped his balls with an angel’s touch, then suddenly pushed her face into his pubic bone. When his umbrella’d tip punched past her throat’s welcome mat, he let out a long audible “Ohhhhhhhhhhh”. She hummed back in retort, and wiggled her face on him. There would be no turning back now, no matter who might be viewing. He might as well have been a mating dog, knotting and fully locked into his bitch’s nethers. Nothing could remove him from her angelwhore’s assault now.
She took him to the edge of the creamy White Cliffs of Dover and back, over and over, and when he began to mutter obscenities under his breath, she smiled to herself with her mouth full of him. Then she intently pushed her throat to lock onto his mushroom cap, gurgled and wiggled, then shoved a honey-dipped index finger past his boxers, driving it in hard, and wriggling deep into his unsuspecting ass’s tight grip.
He growled much louder then he meant to, and his whole body shook as he emptied a quart of spurting betrayal into his lewd schoolgirl’s gullet. She moaned as she milked every wanton gush from him, letting his cum dribble from the sides of her catnipped grin. He held onto the window’s borders to keep from buckling into the wet pavement below, though how he would do that with the girl’s finger digging into his ass, he hadn’t quite conceived yet.
When she finished, she took his still jumpy cockflesh, and smeared it all over her face, then deftly cleaned his rod off with her tongue, before tucking him back into his shorts, petting his thick meat, then zipping it away…. until another day, she thought.
She smiled up at him, with a face bathed in his sticky syrup, and purred at the sight of him still holding on for dear life. She stood slowly, their eyes whispering secrets to each other in the breathless silence. His gaze strayed for a moment, but only to drink in the visual before him: the face and torso of this ravenous sexual womanchild, soaked in his willful, wanton sperm. He dare not think of more than that in the moment.
She wiped her sticky hands on her luscious bottom, then feathered his hair and pushed his face to her breasts, as if to say, “At least clean those up for me. I’m keeping the face cream.”  He suckled her nipples, and licked his spoils from her body’s petite curvatures. She moved him up to her lips and kissed him, then wiped the tell-tale sex gloss from his mouth. For the first time, words were spoken. Only three, slipping like whispering snakes from her cum-washed tongue: “You owe me.”
Once more she smiled and nodded, knowing better than he what he needed in this moment. She buttoned his coat, and turned him in the direction he needed to go, to get back to that reality he lived in without her, next door. He’d almost forgotten how to walk, so she gave him a gentle push, and off he went.
She had no doubt she would be paid back tenfold.
To Be Continued….
Read Act 2: HERE

With writing time severely limited at present, I am re-posting this longer story in 3 Acts. Enjoy, if you’re of a mind!

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RAIN DANCE - ACT 1

The Unintentional Voyeur

She waited for him like this every day now. It only seemed to happen in the rain. Until it didn’t.

His front path always flooded, getting worse each time, so on stormier days, he began to walk up the rise, and ‘round to the back, passing right by this window, one he never before had reason to peer into. It must have been the light that day, that odd bit of sun, cracking through the dampened shadows, that caught his eye and drew it to the primal motion within.

He was the married man from next door, young, offbeat good-looking, awkwardly dressed in a decent suit, but carrying it off somehow. Quiet, masculine but with a kind face, and shamed, but hungry eyes when first he caught her hand movements through his preoccupation.

Rachel was a relatively recent addition to the neighboring home, an exchange student from the UK, and unabashedly hornier than the day was long. She loved reading sensual stories to the sound of rainfall, but it always made her body’s baser hungers swirl, and eventually her naked core was sending whispered missives to her gathering libido’s fury: “You need to be fucked in the rain…noooowwwww.”

This continually led to dropped books, lowered knickers, and sopping wet, digging fingers. Then, there was a fist in her mouth as she came, as no doubt someone from the host family might hear, if she didn’t muffle her filthy moans.

The two had never formally met, but they had seen one another in passing, nodded, smiled perhaps, in undistracted moments. Imprints were made, but nothing of note was exchanged, as of yet.

After their first drive-by lustfest, Rachel decided she didn’t want to know his situation, or even his name. It sufficed that her lithe form and rampant sexual vibrations were enough to pull this handsome joe away from his homestead reality, which lie only a mere paces away. As for Michael, the moment she unintentionally invaded his consciousness, the honey of her aura seeped into every dusky corner of his being, and the wet bees buzzed inside him incessantly, begging him to taste more and more of it.

The Accidental Incursion

The first time he wandered by the tall, un-shuttered panes, and had his life’s frail framework hijacked by the vision of her, she was in mid-masturbation, half-dressed, panties to her thighs, two fingers circling her slickened clit, then dipping deep and deeper into her levitating cunt’s nest bottom. He watched, mesmerized, and in no time started unconsciously rubbing himself through his trousers, unaware of anything around him, even his own rising heat and flesh.

When Rachel’s tongue lapped at her own mouth, and her teeth imprinted themselves on her bottom lip, she began to tug at the bottom of her shirt to pull it up. He was panting,  huffing a circle of fog onto the pane between them, anxiously awaiting the new reveal…. when her eyes popped open. The two froze, locked in disbelief, deer in headlights, not one breath was taken on either side of the barrier… until she recognized his face, and almost half-smiled, unwittingly baring a secret little fantasy she kept about him, never imagining any reality ever to materialize. She’d certainly never envisioned this.

She stayed honed in on his drooling gaze, then, ever so slowly, she began to seductively move her shirt upwards again, letting her petite unharnessed breasts, play peek-a-boo at first, then perk into full view, spiking the electricity already hovering in the damp air. This time, as her rigid nipples emerged, it was he who was chewing at his own lip. The daring partitioned game was now shamelessly afoot.

She watched his every eye flutter and hand move, as she pulled at her nipples on fire, and intently fucked herself with an ever-rising fervor. She had already been close to the edge before he appeared, but now, with his rapt attentions on her every obscene, writhing thrust and tug,  his hands’ rhythms soon synched to match hers, as he continued to half-consciously rub the growing bulge through his trousers.

She couldn’t tell if it was rain or precum, but it looked to her like the latter, as a dark spot grew in a widening circle under his belt line. The mere thought of making a man’s cached cockhead so wet, that he would soak right through his wollen suit pants, as she exposed her dirty self-pleasuring self, shot her right over the orgasmic edge. She nearly forgot to stuff her hand in her mouth, as she let out a raw fuck-me moan, that  he could hear though the echoing glass.

When her eyes fluttered opened again, and her heart began to ease its pace down from her cum-rocket ride, he was still there. His mouth was open as wide as his raincoat. the stain under his belt had grown even bigger. He hadn’t cum, but his cock must have been soaked in slippery, promising pre-syrup. God, how she wanted to reach through the glass, unzip him and lick him clean.

She arched up from her lying down position, just enough to place her open palm on the glass. But as he reached to match hers on the other side, someone apparently called to him. His head jerked sideways, he yelled something back. When he turned back, his face was beet red, and he was stuttering, trying to speak to the half-clad, encased siren before him, but unable to form the thoughts or the words. 

He gestured that he had to go, then his head swiveled away again, to be sure no one saw just where he was. Before he looked one more time at his sultry exhibitionist, she knocked on the glass. He spun back to her gaze, to find her one finger pointing to his belt. He looked down to see the tell-tale pre-cum circle on his suit pants, nodded, smiled as if to thank her, closed his coat securely, and scurried off, craning his neck back, as if to memorize her entirety in the nano-second he had left.

Take Two

Rachel was deeply grateful that it was forecast to rain all the week long. She waited for him. This time, it would happen on purpose.

He, the good husband, tried to pass by the window without looking, but he heard the raven’s knock once more, and his heart did a triple backflip, half in caught fear, and half in a “I fucking thank the lord” prayer. They stared at one another for a brief eternity. Then, as time began again, she slowly peeled her panties off, as he watched through the glass. Rachel fingered herself, gazing endlessly into the dirty corners of his sexual soul. As she lifted her top to pull at her swollen nipples, she ran her fingers down the glass, begging for him to join her. He looked around, and unzipped himself. He was hard as a jousting pole, and thick and cut and beautiful. And in a wicked heartbeat, once again, he was already dripping in arousal, from the very thought of her.

Oh, how she longed to push her tongue through the glass, then catch his mushroomed head in her teeth… and never let go.

And yes, the window could open, but she knew it was too soon. The desire and the mutual show was enough… for now.

They locked eyes, and willfully bared their filthy, masturbatory trade secrets to each other, as they ferociously steered themselves toward voyuer’d mutual explosions. When she erupted,  it made him cum unexpectedly, in jerking, grunting rockabye motions, spraying his seedlust all over her window, the carnal cream sending wafts of musky steam into the cool air.

He was shaken by his own misdeeds, but mostly by the fact that he had never cum so hard in his life before this. And he kew what that meant. He was fucking hooked with no cure in sight. He kept a wary eye out as he lingered, almost too long. But it was just long enough to see her lick her cunt-dipped fingers clean, and gesture to him to taste his own carnal flotsam. He scanned his surroundings first, then mirrored her, tasting himself for another to see, for the first time in his sexually sheltered life.

When he finally zipped up and sidled off slow as molasses, she cracked the window, reached out and stole some of his seed cream from the blushing glass, just to sample the flavor of his sex. Once she had, she knew that she would definitely need more of that; much more.

Third Time’s the Charm

The next day it poured so badly that, even though, in an effort to break the spell and regain his orientation, he’d promised himself he would not go near her window, his front path was a sheer disaster, and left him no choice. He was led back to temptation’s trail, past the siren’s song that oozed from the weeping panes, and dared him not to look as he hurried by.

Never mind that he’d half-consciously left work a little earlier, to make time for today’s ambrosial, peepshow play date. It was his own shuddering guilt that made him want to pretend it had never really happened.  With his home in one eye, whipping up his denial, and her window in the other, fondling his crotch like an aggressive street whore, he might have stood in the street for hours unable to move. The rain’s fallout guided him gently to his own blissful ruin.

She was stretched out on the rug, naked but for her white knee socks, reading her book, like a naughty schoolgirl, nonchalantly waiting for her daily disciplinarian’s paddle to her misbehaving rump. And without ever touching herself, the sheer anticipation of his arrival, had droplets from her weeping folds seeping into the carpet. Had he been awaiting behind her, he could have slipped oh, so effortlessly, halfway to her back wall’s paradise, with nary a catch. 

She, too, had prepared herself early. It was all she could think of today, because she had plans for them, beyond mere “show and tell and cum”. The taste of his seeded cream, that he left on her sopping surface yesterday, stirred the next level of wanton behavior in her, and she would no longer settle for less.

He tried to rush past, but once again, the ‘nevermore’ knocking rapped at his libido’s consciousness, and his already half-risen cock’s will, spurred on by his own burning denial, made him swivel and gasp to himself. How could she have known about his schoolgirl fetish (‘or did every man have one?’, he wondered). Never mind that. There she was, a Lolita come of age, her perfect little bottom begging to be spanked and breached and ridden. His face was also more than willing to be its perfect settee cushion, if she so desired.

In the first moments, she could see his fixation with her luscious rump, so she arched and wriggled it just enough to make him drop his satchel, and not remember the important papers within. She made one more lethal gesture, tucking her knees close to her hips, head to the pile while facing him, and the wide vee of her thighs, rising in a ‘fuck me now’ arch, as if it were headed for the dripping sky.

He was gone, surrendering to ever base desire he’d ever had, his other existence a mere  mist in the thunder, as if he’d stepped into a parallel universe with a different name and life. She rose to kneeling, and faced him, pressed her heated breasts against the cold glass, and kissed the pane at his cock’s level.

She drew a rudimentary penis in her breath’s fog, then licked it. He shook visibly, then looked about like a spy being followed. He unzipped and unleashed. He was full and yes, again with glistening tear-dropped tip. She began to rip at her nipples and spank her own clit, and the lightning fire that ran up and down her flesh made her hips rock and beg for that cockpole, that whispered lewd promises through the forbidden barrier.

He was stroking and dribbling, his eyes fluttering now and then, when he wasn’t making sure that he, the masturbating watcher, was also being watched. The nearness of his other life, and the deeply dangerous game he was playing here, sent his soul into carnal overdrive. He couldn’t believe how much he was obscenely revved up from this act, living a new, dreadfully filthy scenario for real, soon to be blasting a college girl’s portal anew, with his shamelful depravity.

And just as that thought hit him, her hand reached to the floor and unlatched the window. He watched it as if it were occurring in slow motion, and before his mind conceived what was indeed in motion, she leaned out slightly, then her feline fingers slipped under his hand and flicked it away, as they wrapped around the girth of his luscious meat. She began painting her lips with his precum, using his shaft and head like a lip gloss applicator, with a wicked upward gaze.

She doe-eyed him from her naked kneeling place, and he could swear she mouthed the words “I want.” Her lips captured his swollen head, then popped it out again, then she insistently licked into his drooling slit. She began a rhythm, wrap-pop-lick, wrap-pop-lick. He steadied himself on the window’s frame, and once or twice forced himself to look around, though he was too lost in sensation to comprehend anything he saw.

She cupped his balls with an angel’s touch, then suddenly pushed her face into his pubic bone. When his umbrella’d tip punched past her throat’s welcome mat, he let out a long audible “Ohhhhhhhhhhh”. She hummed back in retort, and wiggled her face on him. There would be no turning back now, no matter who might be viewing. He might as well have been a mating dog, knotting and fully locked into his bitch’s nethers. Nothing could remove him from her angelwhore’s assault now.

She took him to the edge of the creamy White Cliffs of Dover and back, over and over, and when he began to mutter obscenities under his breath, she smiled to herself with her mouth full of him. Then she intently pushed her throat to lock onto his mushroom cap, gurgled and wiggled, then shoved a honey-dipped index finger past his boxers, driving it in hard, and wriggling deep into his unsuspecting ass’s tight grip.

He growled much louder then he meant to, and his whole body shook as he emptied a quart of spurting betrayal into his lewd schoolgirl’s gullet. She moaned as she milked every wanton gush from him, letting his cum dribble from the sides of her catnipped grin. He held onto the window’s borders to keep from buckling into the wet pavement below, though how he would do that with the girl’s finger digging into his ass, he hadn’t quite conceived yet.

When she finished, she took his still jumpy cockflesh, and smeared it all over her face, then deftly cleaned his rod off with her tongue, before tucking him back into his shorts, petting his thick meat, then zipping it away…. until another day, she thought.

She smiled up at him, with a face bathed in his sticky syrup, and purred at the sight of him still holding on for dear life. She stood slowly, their eyes whispering secrets to each other in the breathless silence. His gaze strayed for a moment, but only to drink in the visual before him: the face and torso of this ravenous sexual womanchild, soaked in his willful, wanton sperm. He dare not think of more than that in the moment.

She wiped her sticky hands on her luscious bottom, then feathered his hair and pushed his face to her breasts, as if to say, “At least clean those up for me. I’m keeping the face cream.”  He suckled her nipples, and licked his spoils from her body’s petite curvatures. She moved him up to her lips and kissed him, then wiped the tell-tale sex gloss from his mouth. For the first time, words were spoken. Only three, slipping like whispering snakes from her cum-washed tongue: “You owe me.”

Once more she smiled and nodded, knowing better than he what he needed in this moment. She buttoned his coat, and turned him in the direction he needed to go, to get back to that reality he lived in without her, next door. He’d almost forgotten how to walk, so she gave him a gentle push, and off he went.

She had no doubt she would be paid back tenfold.

To Be Continued….


Read Act 2: HERE

Yes, that’s her, Elisa, my amazing student crush and my semi-secret lover for months now. I wanted her from the very moment I saw her. There was just something in her unbridled, whipsmart mind and her all natural, luscious form that rang every bell for me, on more levels than I could count. Being her professor was troubling to me, a stumbing block I was certain. That is, it was until the day that, in private conversation, she playfully dropped this sweet bomb,"You should really try and seduce me. I love older smart men."Seduction, at that point was barely necessary, just an invitation and a slow, lavish, simmering exploration of just what this wild thing loved best.In no time, Elisa and I were on weekend jaunts to places that did not require clothing. I don’t think I’ve ever fucked so much and in so many variations as I’ve done with her, even in my crazy younger days. And with every dirty little corner we turn, I fall a little further in love with her, and pray every day that she’ll continue to want to stay and play, and break new barriers of all sorts together.I teach her in the classroom, and it seems now, she teaches me in the bedroom. She’s brought toys and strap-ons, spanking and power switches, and even another girl into our naked romps so far, and with her, I am not only fearless, I love every minute of every new kink we try together.On a break between classes today, Elisa stopped in with some new wickedness on her delicious mind. She whispered to me, “You know, mister hot stuff, you really need to learn to suck cock with me. I think I’d cum just watching you wrap those virile lips of yours around another man’s hard-on. But I promise, I’ll fight you for the cum.”I could see the hunger in her eyes, and her mind already spinning about madly, deciding who we should lure into this fantasy cum true. I smiled and gave her a throat licking kiss. All I said was, “With you, my wild girl, anything.”She jumped up onto my body with a leg-wrapping kiss, rubbing her crotch on mine as she squealed, “Fuck, I love you!” and I returned a playful “I love you more.”"You better, mister." she giggled.She hopped down lest we be caught by the other students coming to my last class of the day, then whispered, “I’ll find us someone really good.”I wasn’t going to ask how. I knew she could with little effort. I walked Elisa to the classroom door, kissed her deeply, and then, knowingly asked the next obvious question:"So, after we blow him, what will we do with him?"That wonderfully obscene grin I know all too well lit up her face. She just rubbed my risen cock through my pants and said, “Oh, we’ll think of something…”. Then she wiggled out of sight.I sighed and said again to no one listening, “With you, my wild girl, anything.”

Yes, that’s her, Elisa, my amazing student crush and my semi-secret lover for months now. I wanted her from the very moment I saw her. There was just something in her unbridled, whipsmart mind and her all natural, luscious form that rang every bell for me, on more levels than I could count.

Being her professor was troubling to me, a stumbing block I was certain. That is, it was until the day that, in private conversation, she playfully dropped this sweet bomb,

"You should really try and seduce me. I love older smart men."

Seduction, at that point was barely necessary, just an invitation and a slow, lavish, simmering exploration of just what this wild thing loved best.

In no time, Elisa and I were on weekend jaunts to places that did not require clothing. I don’t think I’ve ever fucked so much and in so many variations as I’ve done with her, even in my crazy younger days. And with every dirty little corner we turn, I fall a little further in love with her, and pray every day that she’ll continue to want to stay and play, and break new barriers of all sorts together.

I teach her in the classroom, and it seems now, she teaches me in the bedroom. She’s brought toys and strap-ons, spanking and power switches, and even another girl into our naked romps so far, and with her, I am not only fearless, I love every minute of every new kink we try together.

On a break between classes today, Elisa stopped in with some new wickedness on her delicious mind. She whispered to me, “You know, mister hot stuff, you really need to learn to suck cock with me. I think I’d cum just watching you wrap those virile lips of yours around another man’s hard-on. But I promise, I’ll fight you for the cum.”

I could see the hunger in her eyes, and her mind already spinning about madly, deciding who we should lure into this fantasy cum true. I smiled and gave her a throat licking kiss. All I said was, “With you, my wild girl, anything.”

She jumped up onto my body with a leg-wrapping kiss, rubbing her crotch on mine as she squealed, “Fuck, I love you!” and I returned a playful “I love you more.”

"You better, mister." she giggled.

She hopped down lest we be caught by the other students coming to my last class of the day, then whispered, “I’ll find us someone really good.”

I wasn’t going to ask how. I knew she could with little effort. I walked Elisa to the classroom door, kissed her deeply, and then, knowingly asked the next obvious question:
"So, after we blow him, what will we do with him?"

That wonderfully obscene grin I know all too well lit up her face. She just rubbed my risen cock through my pants and said, “Oh, we’ll think of something…”. Then she wiggled out of sight.

I sighed and said again to no one listening, “With you, my wild girl, anything.”



One good tie down deserves another.