Rooted in Nature

Sometimes life has a strange way of turning out. As our journey progressed we found ourselves blown a little further north that we had originally intended. To find somewhere a little more sheltered we tied up in a town called Bowen. While we didn’t find the shelter we sought we did find a town that is laid back in the extreme. Even the trees seemed fairly relaxed and comfortable in their surroundings.

Insert pun here ________

I know that this looks like one of those joke images that circulates around the internet but I promise that I took this image myself in a place that about 99.999% of the world will never visit!

Sinful Sunday

Greedy Lucy

It has been a while since I managed to get an entry in for MMMonday. Who would have thought that being on a cruising yacht travelling around would be so damn time consuming???

The idea for this scenario came from the mind of Mr Jones. I hope I have done it justice.

Sun peeked over the horizon as Lucy stretched in bed. Beside her Megan stirred,

“Today is the day,” she mumbled sleepily.

Lucy squirmed, squeezing her thighs together. Four days of denial had sharpened her pussy to even the slightest stimulation. Four days of watching other women be pleasured instead of her had seemed like an eternity.

“I think you are lucky being the last one,” Megan sat up in bed beside her. “Being first was fun and all but the guys were kind of restrained and awkward. You have had time to suss them out and they have had time to watch you and wonder.”

“I am worried that they will have fucked themselves silly by now,” Lucy slid out of the warmth of the blankets.

Megan laughed, “They are guys!” she scoffed. “Not only that they have been waiting all year for this. They are not going to let you down.”

Lucy pulled out THE outfit. And slid the tiny skirt over her hips. After three days of shorts and baggy t-shirts the coolness of air around her pussy was even more enticing.

“Fuck you look hot in that!” Megan commented as Lucy tied the front of her white t shirt over her bare breasts. “If they don’t fuck you stupid I will!” Lucy giggled and wiggled her bare arse cheeks at her friend as she left the cabin.

“Dayam Gurl!” Hector exclaimed as Lucy entered the galley. Lucy grinned and gave a small twirl. The tiny gathered skirt flared out displaying a freshly shaved pussy and a perfectly tanned arse. “Those boys are gonna eat you alive.” Hector minced around his domain putting together Lucy’s breakfast. For this trip the diet of Lucy and the other three girls had been designed for a purpose; to keep them glowing, energetic and, most importantly, tasting sweet. Lucy devoured her Danishes and sipped on the smoothie Hector prepared according to his secret recipe.

“Don’t be nervous gurl,” he soothed as he watched her chewing on a nail absently. “These aren’t frat boys. They will treat you real good.”

Lucy smiled gratefully. When she had signed up for this trip she had been a little dubious but her friend Megan had encouraged her. “It will be an adventure!” she had exclaimed. And it had been Four girls, four men, a very expensive motor cruiser in a totally secluded location. And Hector, the minder of the girls, preparer of meals and keeper of secrets. For these four men this trip was their annual hall pass. Four days of sunshine and access to young, beautiful women, no questions asked by wives or girlfriends, no tales told upon their return. The girls all had to sign documents ensuring their silence on anything that happened on board. In return they were guaranteed that they would not be forced to do anything against their will. Hector was vigilant in ensuring their health and safety.

Lucy drank the last of her smoothie and stood up from her stool. Hector smiled warmly,

“Remember, you have the right to veto anything, any time.” He looked very serious. “These boys know that they must behave like gentlemen or they will have to deal with me!”

Lucy smiled, the butterflies had really kicked in now.

“Go on, they are waiting for you,” Hector passed her a tray of breakfast foods and took up a second tray to follow her through the tiny hallway to the lounge area where the four men were sprawled around.

“Good morning gentlemen,” Lucy smiled sweetly at them all, but her eye went straight to Nathan. The men were in their early thirties. They were all successful in their professions, they all enjoyed their weekend sport. In short, they liked to work hard, and they liked to play hard.

Nathan had been the one that caught Lucy’s eye on the first day. Tall and dark and clean shaven. He was the quiet one of the group. When the other men were fussing around the girls he would sit back and watch. Sometimes he would partake but often he seemed happy to watch. When she had been sunbathing on the front deck she had sometimes seen him watching her.

As she leaned over the table to place her tray she felt a hand on her arse. Gentle and tentative. She turned and looked into the eye of Jason, the most active one of the group. When the girls gossiped about the men at night in their cabins they all agreed that Jason’s wife was frigid and this trip was Jason’s annual sex allocation.

“Good morning,” she smiled sweetly and straightened up to stand in front of him.

“I love this skirt,” he grinned, sliding his hand up her thigh. He stopped at the hem of the skirt, “May I please see what is underneath?”

Lucy was surprised at the uncertainty in his eyes. As if he expected her to swat him away. She smiled sweetly and stood in front of him with her legs slightly apart. His fingers trailed lightly upwards and stroked the smoothly shaven skin of her pussy. She lifted the hem of her skirt and moved slightly closer to his face. Lucy glanced around the room. Nathan was on the opposite side of the table, as ever, watching quietly. Their eyes met, he gave a slight nod. Lucy felt a surge of confidence.

Her gaze dropped to meet Malcolm, sitting next to Jason at the table. His eyes were hungry and a quick glance downwards revealed a large bulge in his boardshorts. He sat back with his arms spread, not hiding his desire. In the girls’ cabins the gossip was that he was the horse of the group.

“You will feel every inch of him,” Megan had told her. “So fucking amazing,”

Jason dipped his fingers inside Lucy’s slit, grazing her swollen clit. Despite being around sex and seeing and hearing sex every day the girls were not allowed to masturbate. For Lucy, this had been the hardest. She had to wait the longest for her “day” and the sounds of fucking and women being pleasured had been exquisite torture. Jason’s tentative stroking was almost enough to push her over the edge. She leaned forward and gripped the table for support as he dipped his fingers inside her.

“She is so wet,” Jason murmured, “She is almost gagging for it.”

He pressed his face against her cunt, using his tongue to stroke her swollen pussy before penetrating her. Lucy moaned in pleasure, opening her legs, inviting him to penetrate her deeper. As Jason responded, greedily devouring her pussy Lucy felt another pair of hands on her butt. She looked back and saw Brad, the fourth man standing beside her. His cock was standing out proudly before him. Despite the pleasure of being penetrated by Jason’s tongue Lucy wanted more. She needed to be filled.

She shuffled herself around so that Brad could stand behind her while Jason could still lick her. She felt his cock pressing against her opening. Instinctively she pushed back against him, hungry to be filled.

“Greedy girl,” Brad held her firmly with the tip of his cock against her entrance. He held her hips firmly as he controlled his entrance filling her slowly, inch by inch. Across the table Nathan watched her intently. Nothing about him gave away what he was thinking. As he started fucking her Lucy closed her eyes enjoying the pleasure of being fucked while Jason lapped greedily at her clit. Animal noises escaped from her throat as an orgasm shuddered through her.

Beside Jason Malcolm had removed his shorts and sat watching with his hand moving slowly over his cock. Lucy licked her lips and looked into his eyes. She was aroused even more by the desire she saw there. Without speaking she pulled away from Brad and stepped neatly around Jason to sit astride the beautiful cock. Megan was right, she felt every inch of him, and it was incredible. As she began to move her hips back and forth she heard Malcolm’s breathing coming hard and fast. His hands reached up and cupped her breasts.

“Fuck you have amazing tits,” he panted.

Lucy moved faster. A crease formed in his brow. She sensed he was close to the edge. Her cunt craved his cum she wanted to power to make him cum. His hands gripped her hips and his breath came in short sharp grunts.

“Cum for me,” she grinned at him. “You know you want to!”

“Are you ready?” he panted.

Heat filled Lucy’s body. This was what she wanted. To hear them cum because of her. To know they wanted HER and couldn’t control themselves. Malcolm stiffened. His head fell back,

“Fuuuuuccckkk,” he groaned as he emptied himself into her. For a few moments she leaned against his heaving chest before she turned her gaze back to Brad.

“It’s your turn next,” she smiled slyly like a lioness in heat. “I hope you have a load ready for me,”

Brad grinned, “You know I do baby. But first Jason wants to clean you up.”

Obediently Lucy sat on the couch and spread her legs wide. Greedily Jason lapped at her pussy sucking Malcolm’s load from her. Lucy pushed his face against her cunt. She wanted to grind down on him but he shook her off and kneeled between her legs.

“Brad can wait,” he slipped out of his shorts. “I am going to fuck that sweet cunt of yours. Are you ready for another load?”

Lucy grinned eagerly, “As much as you can give me,”

Two loads later and Lucy lay back on the couch smiling like a cat with a bowl of cream. Her morning had been everything she had hoped for. There was only one thing left.

Finally Nathan stirred he moved around the table and took her hand, “Now that the amateurs have had their fun let’s get down to some real business.” He led her away to his cabin. Lucy smiled to herself. Megan had been right. This definitely was an adventure.

mmmMondays

Return to Summer

The prompt for this week’s Wicked Wednesday is Thunder. In Australia we are in the middle of storm season. The days are often humid and finish with a storm. When reading the prompt a classic song from an Australian pub band – GANGgajang came to my mind.

Out on the patio we’d sit

And the humidity we’d breathe

The sounds of GANGgajang wafted through the screen door to the verandah where Liz sat with her feet propped up on the railing. Cicadas buzzed all around them almost drowning out the song.

“I never realised how much I missed that sound,” Liz took a swig from her beer

“What, don’t they have GANGgajang in Pommie land?” Johnno plonked himself down on the chair beside her and cracked open a can of beer.

“The cicadas you doofus!” Liz slapped him on the arm. “You are such an idiot sometimes.”

“I’m an idiot?” Johnno turned to look at her. “You’re the one being all soppy about cicadas.”

“No, it’s just that London is so different from here.” Liz’s voice trailed away, as she stared out over the sugarcane that grew almost up to the bottom of the stairs. In the distance lightning flashed through storm clouds too far away for the sound of thunder to reach them

We’d watch the lightning crack over canefields

Laugh and think, this is Australia.

“Yeh, I can’t say I am wishing I went with you.” Johnno’s voice sounded reflective.

Liz turned and looked at him in the half-light that was spilling onto the veranda from the lounge room. His body was lean and muscular from long days working on and driving machinery. Her eyes moved down his arms to study his hands. Big, capable hands. So. Fucking. Sexy.

And in the distance, through the heat haze

In convoys of silence the cattle graze

“It is so FUCKING hot,” Liz stood up and pulled her dress over her head. She moved to the railing hoping for a finger of breeze to cool the sweat from her skin. “Three days ago, I couldn’t go outside without wearing at least four layers of clothing. Now I feel as if clothes are going to choke me!”

Johnno was silent. Looking at her over the rim of his beer can. The dim light from the lounge room illuminated the curve of her breast. Full, round breasts. So. Fucking. Sexy.

He stood up from his chair and moved to stand in front of her. Their eyes met and the tension grew. His fingers flexed but he hesitated. Did she want him after all her travels? How could she want a simple country boy like him after travelling the world?

Liz was transfixed by his hands. Her nipples hardened as if they were stretching towards the man standing just out of their reach. She ached to feel his body again but something stopped her from pulling him to her. Had he moved on? Had he forgotten?

He leaned down, hoping, afraid. She tilted her head longing, hands itching to feel the muscles of his chest and to cup that amazing arse.

The veranda door banged open,

“Hey Liz! I heard you were back! You picked the best time to come home. It is so fucking hot!” Johnno’s friend Toby appeared, beer in hand. There was an awkward silence and Liz reached for the dress she had discarded over the chair, Johnno stepped in front of her to block Toby’s view of her in her underwear.

“Hi Toby,” Liz’s voice was muffled by her dress as her arms flailed around trying to find their place.

“Was I interrupting something?” Toby tried to look around the tall solid body of his friend.

“No,” Johnno’s voice was firm as he took a step towards Toby.

“Really?” Toby’s eyebrows raised as he took in the flush on his friend’s face. “I am disappointed that you didn’t invite me.”

The block is awkward – it faces west,

With long diagonals, sloping too.

Finally, her dress was in place and Liz appeared.

“Hi Toby,” she stepped forward to hug him, “how have you been?”

“Oh you know, nothing ever changes around here.” He sat down on a chair and opened his beer. “You look amazing, by the way.” His eyes travelled over her body. She felt herself responding to those piercing blue eyes. So. Fucking. Sexy.

That certain texture, that certain beat,

Brings forth the night time heat.

Johnno stepped forward so that Liz could feel the heat from his body. She leaned back against his chest. Her eyes locked with Toby, challenging him. Johnno’s hands moved around to cup her breasts. His fingers pinched her nipples, sending a jolt through her. Without speaking Toby stood and moved until he was standing in front of her. Johnno’s strong arms held her close to his strong body as Toby pressed against her, kissing her deeply. He reached down and lifted the hem of her dress with one hand and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her knickers.

Liz whimpered as Toby’s fingers slid into her slick opening. She sagged weakly against Johnno’s strong frame. His fingers worked in and out of her, hooking to trigger her g-spot. She cried out in pleasure as a gush of liquid covered Toby’s hand.

“I think she likes that,” Johnno’s voice was hoarse.

“I think she does,” Toby pressed his hard cock against her thigh.

“I bet those Pommie guys don’t fuck like us.” Toby eased his cock out of his pants. Precum glistened in the dim light, “Do you think you will still recognise us?”

Liz reached for Toby’s cock but he grasped her wrist, stopping her, “That is cheating,” he smiled teasingly, “Let’s play the game the way we used to.”

“OK.” Johnno’s arms relaxed and Liz moved to the veranda rail. She leaned forward slightly wiggling her hips as Johnno slid her soaking knickers down over her knees. Free of her underwear Liz spread her legs slightly and bent further forward. The heady smell of her arousal filled the night ari.

That certain texture, that certain smell

Brings forth the heavy days

Brings for the night time sweat.

“Are you ready?” Johnno whispered in her ear.

She nodded, “Yes,” her voice was faint

Slowly a cock slid into her, opening her. When the shaft was as deep as it could get it stopped. A pair of hands gripped her hips. They stood that way for a few moments.

“Johnno?” Liz’s voice was hesitant

“Good girl, you remembered.” The hands gripped her hips and she was rewarded by several long deep strokes of his cock. Fingers stroked her clit, before sliding in next to the cock, stretching her a little further. A deep moan escaped her throat.

“Fuck!” she moaned as an orgasm ripped through her. Liquid gushed over the hand as she sagged weakly against the veranda rail. Johnno withdrew his cock and stepped aside.

“Do you want another?” Toby’s voice was hot in her ear.

“Yes!”

Toby slid himself into her. He was unable to stop himself from pumping hard. “Fuck you have the best pussy. I have missed this.” Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her back. The night air was filled with the sound of his hips slapping against Liz’s butt. Her moans of pleasure joined his grunt as he emptied himself into her. He held himself for a few moments breathing heavily before she pulled away from him.

“I hope that isn’t all you two have got,” her eyes challenged them both.

Johnno grinned, “You know us better than that,” “That is good, I wouldn’t want to have come all this way to be disappointed.” Liz turned and led the way into the house. Without a question both men followed.

To see who else is being wicked this week click on the image below.

Friday Flashback – Are You Up For It?

I wrote this post in 2013 as part of a Wicked Wednesday.

The couch springs squeaked in protest as Sue flopped down, completely drained from her day. Her shoes clattered onto the floor beside her and she reached into her handbag to retrieve her phone. Idly she scrolled through her messages not really inspired by them, until the third one made her completely forget her day, her aching feet, her irritation at her boss and frustration with her co-workers. Her heart raced as she read the words on the small screen,

Six thirty, my place, you me, some rope and a blindfold. Are you up for it?

She imagined herself lying there in the darkness unable to see, bound, naked, waiting for something or someone or maybe lots of something’s, or several someone ones or even several someone’s with several some things. The possibilities were endless. Almost before she realised it she had replied.

Yes.

Seconds after she had pressed ‘send’ a reply came through.

Don’t wear any underwear on the bus. I want to think about you travelling here with a naked pussy, getting wet thinking about what I am going to do to you.

Sue reached down and pressed her fingers between her legs through the fabric of her skirt and knickers. She moved her fingers back and forth stimulating her already aroused clit through layers of clothing and the folds of skin covering it as she contemplated what she was going to wear on the bus. Completely forgetting her tiredness she made her way to the shower and turned on the water.

Less than thirty minutes later she was sitting on the bus, her coat was tied tightly around her body and her knees were demurely crossed. Her nipples grazed pleasantly against the satin lining of her coat hardening as the bus jolted down the road. Her newly shaved pussy chafed pleasantly against her thighs as she looked out of the window trying to distract herself from thoughts of the evening to come.

Her whole body felt as if it were electrified. Every movement of the bus rubbed the satin lining of her coat against her naked scrubbed skin, the pressure of her crossed legs against her pussy kept her constantly aroused. Her phone pinged;

Are you on the bus yet?

She considered not answering and teasing him a little just to even the score. She looked around, all the other commuters were totally oblivious to everything, plugged into their white headphones and absorbed in their evening papers. Quickly she pulled the neckline of her coat open and snapped a photo of her bare breast nestling inside her coat.

Yes

She typed under the photo and smiled to herself as she pressed send.

The door swung open almost immediately after she had pressed the bell. He was dressed in jeans with no shirt. As always she was enticed by the fine line of hair on his lower belly leading downwards, giving promises of what she would find when she followed the ‘snail trail’. She noticed the bulge in his jeans and she pulled her coat open slightly to hint at the nudity beneath it.

“Hello,” she greeted him with a smile, all the time fighting the urge to kneel in front of him, open his jeans and take his cock into her mouth.

His eyes were fixed on the neckline of her coat as he reached out and took her hand. He leaned down and kissed her briefly on the lips.

“Hello,” he took her hand and led her through the doorway and down the hallway. The heels of her shoes clicked on the wooden floorboards before he led her into a dim room. “We are almost ready for you,” he murmured as he reached for the black velvet blindfold that hung over the back of a chair beside a length of red silk rope. She suppressed a shiver at the word “We”

The room plunged into darkness as he covered her eyes. With her heart hammering and her legs almost giving way under her she waited patiently while he adjusted the fabric over her eyes.

“Are you ready?” his gentle voice was in her ear as he kissed the side of her neck and slid his hands in front of her to untie the belt of her coat.

“Yes” she found it hard to speak as her coat opened and cool air kissed her skin.

“Well then, let’s begin.” 

Saturday Sex Interview – Highs and Lows

Question 1: Describe your worst all time sexual fail?

I honestly can’t think of one of these. I am sure I have had many occasions when I didn’t meet expectations, where things didn’t go according to plan etc etc. Most of my sexual fails have been emotional. The first time that Mr Jones and I “swung” would probably fall into this category.

We attended a swingers club, I was nervous and excited and of course as a woman in a short red dress, which Mr Jones approved, I got a lot of attention. I was set upon by a man who it turned out was essentially single. Long story short we ended up in a room with two people. My suitor achieved his goal of nailing the sexy woman in the red dress and Mr Jones ended up in the corner with a woman who was taking one for the team and really wasn’t interested in him.

I have learned a lot since then.

Question 2: Hottest sexual experience with someone who you never dated? (doesn’t have to be intercourse) Could be a hookup, incident, interaction.

I think the key thing here is the definition of dating. If you consider dating to be an exclusive romantic relationship, I haven’t had one of those for years. If you consider dating to be an emotional connection as well as a physical thing I would say that I date a lot. Some more in depth than others but in general if I don’t make a connection the sex is usually not that great.

Hottest sexual experience within an unconventional dating scenario. MMMF that Mr Jones organised for my birthday once. I was blindfolded and presented with three cocks. One was the male half of a couple that Mr Jones and I are friends with to this day, another was a non-relationship well endowed man and the third of course was Mr Jones. Much fun was had.

Question 3: One or two hottest things somebody has done or said – those moments that stick in your mind – the hot little highlights of your past? This could be something you just saw happen, or something you participated in.

Sometimes the hottest things are those that aren’t planned and aren’t expected. Quite a few years ago when Mr Jones and I were just starting to see other people solo but mostly playing in the couples swapping in the same room space I started talking to a man I met online. He was of course funny and charming.

We met for a coffee at a shopping center near where I live. When I left the house to meet him I was certain that I was not going to engage in any kind of sexual play. I was very, very new to solo dating. After we finished our lunch my new friend and I decided to spend some time window shopping. He had a definite plan and it came to fruition in the men’s change room of a large department store.

As I knelt in front of him, sucking his cock I was introduced to two things that I have always found extremely hot. A man holding my head and whispering to me what a good girl I am while his cock is deep in my throat.

The situation only added to it.

Question 4: Describe your most interesting sexual height or extreme. This could be the time your got the most wild, did the naughtiest –  longest, craziest, most over the top, most people involved, sluttiest, most sexual day – most partners in a day, your personal sexual Guinness record of some kind?

Once I went to this party. It was held in the basement of our friends’ house. I think there was about five couples including myself and Mr Jones. The party was to celebrate the birthday of the wife of the couple who were hosting. The husband liked the idea of his wife being the center of attention of everyone at the party. And he got his wish. I was part of the pile of women and men who worshiped the birthday woman at various parts of the night but during the night I also availed myself to every other person at the party. All of the men and all of the women!!

For the record Mr Jones also enjoyed one of his all time favourite evenings that night as well. One of the women took a shine to him and dragged him off into a corner for her own personal pleasure. She literally growled at anyone else who came near him. He enjoyed being the object of someone’s desire.

Friday Flashback – Cleaning Out the Closet

As I am working through the material stored in Erotic Adventures I came across this story I wrote for Wank Wednesday, the predecessor of Wicked Wednesday. When I wrote this story I was studying education, now, in my seventh year of teaching, this scenario is my life, sometimes.

As she drove over the border Stella felt a sense of relief. Her daytime persona melted away as her dark side took over. It had been a while since she had made this trip to this place where no one knew the daytime Stella. Parking her car in front of the motel she walked up to the reception desk.

“Hello Ms Monique,” the dark haired gentleman behind the desk greeted her. “We have your usual room ready for you.”

“Thank you Brian.” Stella replied.

“It has been a while since we have seen you,” Brian looked her over unashamedly his eyes taking in her luscious curves partially hidden by the long floral dress she wore. This woman intrigued him.

“Yes, yes it has,” Stella replied fumbling with her purse a little. “I think perhaps a little while too long.”

She made her way to her room. Inside she was trembling. It was always like this. No matter how many times she came to this place it was always terrifying when she first arrived. Carefully she unpacked her small case and stepped into the shower.

Thirty minutes later she was almost ready to leave. She stood looking at her reflection in the mirror checking for traces of Stella. There were none. The person looking back at her was definitely Monique. Giving herself a sultry glance she turned on her six inch heel and strutted out of the door.

As she walked through the lobby Brian watched her go. A tiny black dress barely covered her round ass. Long black boots covered her legs to her thighs and her dark hair flowed down her back. Unlike earlier her curves were on full display now. The metamorphosis was incredible. Brian felt his cock stir as he thought about bending her over the bonnet of her car and fucking her right there in the carpark.

Stella drove for about ten minutes. The butterflies in her stomach increased as she parked outside a club. There was a faint throb of music from inside and a couple of patrons walked up the short stairway and through a big red door. She checked her makeup in the rear view mirror and straightened her dress. With a deep breath she stepped out of the car and made her way up the steps.

Inside the dim light and the deep sensual music calmed her slightly. She made her way to the bar and ordered a drink.

“Hello.” A man beside her greeted her. “I don’t think I have seen you before. My name is Mike.”

Stella looked him over. He was wearing tight black jeans and his shirt was unbuttoned about halfway down his chest. She resisted the temptation to stroke the smooth skin with her fingernails. It was early. There would be time for games like that soon enough.

“My name is Monique.” She looked into his eyes. “I haven’t been here for a while.”

“I love those boots.” Mike smiled invitingly at her.

“Thanks.” Stella smiled at him. Then she noticed someone she knew at a table nearby. “It was nice to meet you Mike, maybe I will see you later.”

“Definitely.”

Stella walked over to the woman she had seen from the bar. “Hello Kate.” She kissed the woman on the lips.

Kate’s hands wrapped around Stella, “I love those boots.” The two women kissed deeply. Stella felt herself relax as Kate’s tongue slipped into her mouth. The dark seductive nature of the club took over her senses and her dark side came fully to the fore.

“Mmmmm,” she gazed into Kate’s eyes as she traced her finger around the neckline of her dress slipping down into the valley of her cleavage. On the stool beside Kate a man Stella had never met slipped his hands around Kate’s waist. Looking Stella in the eye he pressed Kate’s thighs open to show her bare pussy.

Stella knelt between Kate’s knees and held her face close to her pussy. The musky smell of her arousal filled Stella’s nostrils. She felt a trickle of wetness between her own legs. With her tongue she caressed the smooth waxed pussy. Kate leaned against her lover spreading her legs wider. He responded, slipping his hand over her pussy to press his fingers inside her. Stella watched the fingers dipping into the wet pussy and becoming covered with glistening wetness. She smoothed her hand over her own hairless mound responding to the aching need that was growing there.

Gracefully she stood up as the couple in front of her kissed deeply and gave in to their desire for each other. She spied Mike looking at her from the couch against the wall. Slowly she sauntered over to him giving herself time to look at him and also giving other men in the club time to look at her. The feeling of being watched fueled her desire.

Without a word she kissed Mike fully on the lips. Her fingers stroked his bare chest travelling down to his belt. With a little help she opened his fly and released his firm member. Gently she stroked him for a few moments enjoying the touch of the soft skin before kneeling in front of him and taking the whole length into her mouth. It felt as if her whole body sighed as her lips smoothed over the hard hot member. Her head bobbed up and down greedily sucking.

From the corner of her eye she could see another man sitting on the couch beside Mike. She tilted her head so that she could watch him as she sucked. As their eyes met he unzipped his pants and took out his cock. A shiver went through her as she watched him stroke himself. She sucked harder on Mike, the taste of his precum making her crave the hot salt taste of his cum. A pair of hands gripped her butt and she backed against them encouraging them to explore her, needing something to soothe her aching, dripping cunt.

With a groan Mike shot a load of cum into her throat. Stella sucked it down making sure she didn’t spill a drop. When he was quiet she stood up and then bent to kiss him.

“Thank you,” he whispered into her mouth.

“Anytime sweetie,” she winked at him.

She turned and bent her butt towards Mike’s neighbour. Without speaking his hands quickly guided her onto his waiting erection. Stella groaned in pleasure as her wet pussy impaled itself on him. She pulled down the straps of her dress to free her breasts. Her new partner cupped the full round globes in his palms as she ground into his cock. In front of them stood another man with a huge bulge in his pants. Stella smiled devilishly as she reached for his zipper. The night was panning out just as she had planned, cock, cock and more cock.

“Good morning Miss Johnson.” Her principal greeted her as she entered the staff room. “All ready for another week of teaching the wondrous year threes?”

Stella smoothed her long frumpy dress. “Definitely Mr Connors,” she replied. “Cleaning out the closet over the weekend always helps me to have a clear mind for Monday.” 

Just a Number


I have a friend who has a rule about her ‘Number’; it can never be greater than her age. Just prior to writing this I was skipping through TMI Tuesday posts and I came accross a question about your personal number stating that in a recent survey it was found that men found women with the number higher than 14 a little off putting. 

14???!!? Like shouldn’t that read women with an IQ of less than 41? I don’t really want to think too hard about this but I am relatively sure that I passed 14 a VERY long time ago. Even before my swinging days, maybe. I can honestly say that I have no idea what my number is. If I think about it I can remember most of the people of have shagged, I think. OK there will be ones that I have forgotten, not everyone I have met has been fantastic at sex. However the point is that my number is much higher than I or anyone else needs to think about. 

I was recently discussing the whole concept of keeping track of your number with a male friend. He was commenting that a lot of younger men like to discuss their number, obviously the higher the figure the higher their opinion of themselves. He and I were both in agreement that it is bad form for people to have this kind of approach. Mainly because it indicates that you are just chugging through partners without any thought of the quality of your input or the effort they are putting in. Really you may as well just go visit a series of glory holes. It is very disrespectful of the person who is sharing their body with you that all you think of the experience is how the notch is going to look on your bedpost. 

In my opinion being able to describe your experiences and being able to describe a life of fantasies realised is a much healthier and sexier way to live. Thinking about my number makes me feel bad about myself. There is so much confusion in my mind about what is an acceptable number and what the ramifications of a number that is too high. I am nervous sharing my feelings about my number with people because I am worried about being judged. When I think about experiences that I have enjoyed I feel strong and powerful. It gives me a sense of control over my sexuality and my life. 

There is one time when a number is perhaps a good thing; when you are planning a session of pure unadulterated lust. This year will be my 45th birthday. A conversation recently with Mrs Mikes Place about a birthday celebration involving a gang bang inspired me to make a similar birthday wish for my upcoming celebration. I am a little unsure of the exact number of men she fucked but I believe that it was somewhere in the vicinity of 20. 

I am nowhere near that ambitious. But my scenario runs something like this;

I am in a room of a swingers club, on a bed, mostly naked. I am not restrained but I am available to any man who is invited to join me. Mr Jones is beside me holding me, loving me. Standing over me my private bouncer, in consultation with Mr Jones, is in control of who has access to me. Men who come into the room can fuck me with the permission of the fireman and Mr Jones. 

My visitors are allowed to lick my pussy and fuck me. Any condoms they fill are to be left for Mr Jones and the fireman to enjoy later. While I am being fucked other men are able to explore my breasts and have their cocks sucked. They are welcome to cum on my belly and tits but they are not allowed to cum on my face. 

I don’t have a specific number of men in my mind but I doubt that I could handle more than about six or seven. Definitely no more than 10. That is the only time in my mind that a number would matter. Even then I am thinking it isn’t really an issue.