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By Red Raen (red_raen@yahoo.com)

My nipples woke me. It was still dark in our room, early morning and the cool sheets brushing over my body brought me gently out of sleep. I stretched, letting the sheets move over me. Feeling pleasantly drowsy, I rolled over against my husband. His heat melting into me I realized a moisture between my legs. I slid my long slender leg over his thick hairy thigh and buttocks arousing the nascent tingle in my sex. He moaned, sleepily rolling toward me onto his back. I slunk under the sheets.
Today was a rare day off for me, a free day. Mid week and I had nowhere to be, nothing to do except spend the day doing nothing. Maybe have a long breakfast, take a bath, read a book, maybe do some shopping. The only thing I had to do was be home from eleven to one while a contractor made some electrical upgrades on the house. That was my only obligation, beyond that I felt obligated only to soak in a fine fall day.
Under the sheets I slid along the length of my husband’s body feeling my way along his chest and stomach until my hand brushed over his boxers. I found the fly and spread it open, slipped in a finger and fished out his thick flaccid cock. My breath caught as my heartbeat found my swelling clit. With my thumb and forefinger I circled his dick and propped up it’s heavy head. The musky smell of his crotch wafted into my olfactory and my clit began to tingle. I wanted to feel his cock thicken in my warm sucking mouth. As I began to lower my parting lips to his member I began to lightly brush my nipples to and fro against his hairy thigh. The sensation was nearly electric. I fed his cock into my mouth and slowly, gently worked my tongue over it, slicking it with my saliva. The effect was almost immediate. He began to sprout. I sucked slowly off the end as if I were savoring a soft-serve ice cream cone, delighting in the feel of his foreskin sliding from my sucking lips. I let my tongue linger, as I pulled down his foreskin, lapping gently at the underside just beneath the head, feeling the blood rush in to fill his growing dick.
As I slid my mouth down over his rapidly expanding cock he groaned and pushed his hips up forcing himself into my mouth. "Raech…" he groaned drowsily. I began gently sucking up and down to the rhythm of his swiveling hips. Soon his cock was too thick to take all the way into my mouth despite forcing my head down onto his leaking member. My free hand instinctively wandered down to my own undulating crotch, my finger sliding easily into my creamy slit. I began working tiny, teasing little circles on my hard, swelling clit as an orgasm began to pleasantly form in me.
His cock was now beginning to piston, with an absent force, into the hot sucking hole that was my mouth, as it leaked profusely with precome. I could feel an orgasm gathering in my thighs and pelvis. His cock began to expand rapidly as his hips thrust desperately upward pinning his fat prick inside my mouth. I felt it begin to pulse and I placed both hands around it leaving my own aching pussy in anticipation of this feeding. He came. His cock juddered with spasms, the head ballooning to fill the last cavity of space near the passage to my throat. Gush, gush, gush. I frantically swallowed the thick hot come as it filled my throat, it’s animal-musky aroma flooding my sinuses. I felt his hands through the sheets pressing hard on the back of my immovable head instinctively trying to force himself as deep as possible as he emptied his tanks into my flooded throat. Then he released me and his hips began to slowly fall to the bed. Immediately his cock began to shrink and I freed myself, gasping slightly and licking my swollen lips.
My pussy was throbbing, on fire. My nipples tingling and hard, hanging ripely from my tiny little boobs. I needed to fuck him. I was ready to feel him inside me. I moved to suck him back into my mouth to keep him hard. He rolled away and groaned. He fell almost immediately back to sleep. I rolled away onto my back breathing hard, my heart pounding, my clit pulsing.
After a moment, I slid my hands down my sides pausing to pinch my nipples, exacting an intense tingle that spread through me. Then continued down my belly to the tight patch of pubic hair above my clit. I raised my knees, my fingers cupping the insides of my long slender legs exposing my cunt upward to no one. My hand drifted over, guided by one probing finger, to find the sopping wet, swollen folds of my labia. My finger plowed gently back and forth in the crease gathering cream as it came to rest on the hood of my clit. I began a slow tight circular motion around the protruding button of my clitoris, stroking and teasing, sending low gentle waves of electricity flowing into my thighs and pelvis. The amplitude building in me like a wave reaching it’s crest. With the other hand I guided another finger onto the soaked, taut ring of my anus. I began circling in the opposite direction of my other finger, pressing harder, threatening to penetrate my pliable but unyielding ass. The tip of my finger finding the hole, pressed into the firm muscular anal ring. I tried to relax and slipped my finger in to the first knuckle. I had never done this before and the sensation was electrifying as my sphincter involuntarily clamped down like a powerful mouth around my finger, trapping it there. I began to fuck my finger back and forth without taking it out. The sensation fed right into my gently caressed clit with arcs of pleasure threatening to send me tumbling over the edge, crashing into a wave of orgasm. I tried to force my finger further into me when I heard the door to our bedroom open.
My fingers pulled away yanking the sheets over my exposed breasts to my neck, my legs slapped to the mattress.
"Mommy?" came a voice in the darkness. "What are you doing? I’m scared. Can I sleep with you?" Our four-year-old daughter came to the bedside.
"Of course sweetie." I said without hesitation lifting the sheets for her to climb in. And at that moment I hoped she wouldn’t realize I had no panties on, and that she wouldn’t smell the sex between my legs or on my breath. At that moment I hoped she wouldn’t crawl into my bed but would turn around and walk bravely back to her own room, her own bed. But she crawled in, snuggled close, and she, like my husband, fell almost immediately to sleep. I, on the other hand, was very much awake. For almost an hour my mind mulled over my desires, my hand occasionally drifting down to tickle my pulsing clit. Finally sleep covered me as my mind drifted off, lost in a scenario authored by my unrequited libido, a scenario where I got to feel the release I was craving.

Annie, my daughter, and Peter my husband, left the house for the day together at eight a.m. Annie to day care, Peter to work (with a crooked smile and a noticeable bounce in his step).
My hormones still raging, the plan was to take a hot shower then spread out on the bed with Penthouse Letters and my dildo. The thought of plunging it into my creamy pussy had me aching. Almost immediately the phone rang. It was Kathleen, a friend of mine since college, we talked almost everyday.
"Are you okay?" she asked. "Are Peter and Annie okay? Why aren’t you at work? What’s going on?" Her questions coming through the phone like bullets. I laughed.
"I’m off today." I said sliding my thighs together.
"Hah!" She said suspecting something fun was afoot. "You’re never off. You can’t be." Through my laughter she added, "The world won’t turn until you check your messages. Now get your ass into work, the rest of us need to get on with our day."
I laughed again. "What’s going on?" She persisted.
"I’m running away Kath." I said, feigning woe. I leaned back against the kitchen cabinets, the phone cradled on my shoulder. I slid to the floor, my knees pressing to my chest exposing my seeping mound as my hand trailed down along my thighs.
"Cool, can I come with? I want to run away too, at least for the day." She said.
"That’s funny. You taking a day off. You love money too much to do something like that. Besides, who’d mind the store with you away?" I said, my finger finding my pubis.
Kathleen was driven. The only thing she loved more than spending money was making money. She was an accomplished commercial photographer, with a reputation as a perfectionist or a bitch depending on which side of the camera you were on. Her studio made thousands a day shooting packages of cereal or yogurt or tampons or bug spray for all the ad agencies in town. I was probably her biggest client. The agency I worked for spent close to a million with her last year. She loved me.
"Oh hell Raechel, they couldn’t find their asses in a room full of mirrors without me!" She shrieked and her phone crackled. I laughed again, My finger landing softly on my swollen clit. I began to rub tiny circles over the engorged hood of my clitoris.
"Seriously, Rae, what’s up? What are you doing today?" she asked.
"I just decided to take the day off. I’m a little slow and we have some electrical contractor coming to the house today so I just said ‘Fuck it, I’m taking the day off. All to myself.’" I exclaimed softly, my finger flicking and pressing and my flaming, fully extended clit. I could feel a hot rush building in my pelvis
"Terrific, You deserve it," she paused. "God, I could use a day like that. I should blow off the studio and call in sick. We could hang out and get in trouble." Another shrieking laugh came crackling through the phone. "Have you had breakfast?" she asked.
Taking my brief silence for a ‘no’ she said, "Great. I’m in my car, I be over in twenty. Get dressed." And she hung up.

Mid October morning and Indian Summer had come to Minnesota. Riding in Kathy’s Boxster, I could feel the sun penetrating me. My flimsy black top was warming my breasts, my erect nipples conducting the heat. I eased the seat back to let the sun press down onto my whole body. My pussy was still swollen and aching, I wanted to touch it very badly.
After breakfast Kathleen wanted to go for a little drive. "Let’s fly up to Taylors Falls, get an ice cream and see the colors. I can be back to the office by lunch." She said.
"I can’t. I have to be home by eleven for the electric guys. Let’s just cruise around the lakes." I offered.
"Fine." She sighed. "Reach under the seat, then and let’s have a little fun." She instructed.
From under my seat I pulled a tall amber pill bottle. "Jeez Kath, you’re always full of surprises." I giggled and opened the bottle. Inside was a small one-hit pipe painted to look like a cigarette and a small measure of very aromatic marijuana. "I haven’t done this in years." I giggled again feeling giddy.
"You’re so funny. You kill me. You’re such a girl. You remember how it works? Load one up."

I smoked a pipe-full and began loading one for Kathleen. As I Ioaded it I could feel the high creeping through me, covering me in a warm, thick gauze. The effect heightened the sensation of the warm sun, the warm breeze, my hot aching sex. My nipples were beginning to sting from being hard and I could feel my juices beginning to release in my pussy again. The low, constant tingling in my clit was becoming an insatiable ringing bordering on pain. As I leaned into Kathleen I caught a hint of her perfume, strong and floral, it slithered through me like a drug, finding and expanding in my pussy.
As she reached for the pipe and lighter I rested my head on her round firm breast. Kathleen was bigger than me. Maybe 5’ 10", 145 lbs. She worked out and was toned. Her short, curly black hair framed a dramatic face with high olive cheeks, a wide mouth surrounded by lips painted ochre revealing brilliant white teeth. I looked up to her face. Her piercing brown eyes looked into me looking for an answer to my forward and very unexpected behavior. She smiled and looked out to the road. Her left knee came up to the steering wheel as she lit the pipe. I looked down to see her dress hike up to the top of her stockings. Her legs were long and powerful, tan. Without thought my hand reached for her exposed skin, her scent now intoxicating me. My fingers met her leg where her stocking left off and I raked my nails up her thigh pulling the hem of her dress up. My head dropped nearly to her lap.
"Raech, jeez." She moaned trying to hold the pot hit in her lungs. My fingers walked with a mind all their own up her thigh to the pouty creases of her panties. I paused as my hand filled the forbidden bowl created by the confluence of her thighs and buttocks signaling the entry to her vagina. My finger tips slid easily under the frilly border of her panties entering the silky bush of her thick black pubic hair. Following the line of her panties, my fingers slid lower finally discovering her fat, sweet labia. I rubbed my knuckles back and forth across her pussy gently squeezing her clit between them. She moaned as she exhaled pot. My mind was quiet and focused now, driven by the hormones coursing through me.
"Raech." Came her voice, low and serious. "Oh God." She rasped. "What are you doing?"
I placed a finger over her moistening slot as I pulled her panties easily to the side. Her head rolled on her shoulders. I pressed firmly and my index finger slipped easily up into her. A low moan rolled out of her, "oh God." She lifted her leg higher, set both hands on the wheel and pressed the accelerator.
As we raced, now, around the lake, I could hear her moaning, her hips squirming in the seat, her breathing coming deep and fast.
"Shiiiit." She screamed low into the wind.
My finger was sawing slowly in and out of her, my thumb working her huge stiffening clit. Her pussy was creaming wildly, slicking my hands. Abruptly, she turned, breaking hard, into the driveway of a lakefront mansion. She accelerated hard up the short driveway and came to screeching halt.
"Oh fuck!" she breathed at me in a hushed shout. Her hands pulling at my head.
Frantically she released me and cocked her seat back so she was almost laying flat. She pushed me away, raised her legs to her chest pulling her panties off in one swift move. I looked out to see where we were. I didn’t recognize the place. An old man perhaps in his seventies dressed in gardeners clothes stood frozen with curiosity a mere forty feet from us. Kathleen turned in her seat, her knees smashed against her tits fully exposing her dark and gorgeous, cunt.
Her hips thrust up and she commanded, "Come on. Come here Raech, do that." Her long fingers spread over her dark thighs pulling them wide. "God, come on." She begged in short catching breaths.
I placed my palm over her box, rubbing her clit between two fingers. Then turned it around and jammed two long thin fingers into her and my head lowered between her legs. Her head lolled back, her eyes slammed shut. She hummed.
The high ruled us and the gardener watched, stunned, frozen. He saw a dark commanding woman get eaten by a long thin red head. It was mid week.
My tongue furrowed through her thick, curly pubic hair finding the top of her slot. My fingers plunged in and out of her raking against the ceiling of her vagina. My tongued lapped at the crease between her fat, swelling labia, drawing up with each lick to jangle her clit with the tip of my tongue. She bucked slowly against my mouth and fingers, the sound of soft, creaking leather beneath us. Her long dark, muscular legs perched her perfectly in front of my face. Her knees began to sway in rhythm to her moans as I sucked her huge protruding clit into my mouth swirling it with my tongue. My fingers continuing to saw in and out of her dripping pussy.
My own cunt was burning, painfully begging for release that hid a mere membrane away. As I burrowed, on my knees in the tiny Porsche, into Kathleen my sun dress hiked up over my ass revealing me to the gardener.
Kathleen’s breath caught and she froze, her fingers digging into my hair. I could feel her cunt begin to release. I jammed my fingers deeply into her and sucked hard on her clit. The ring of muscles around her slit began to twitch with contractions.
"Ohh!" she barked "Ohh! Fuck!"
Then she came. Her pussy clenching my fingers, straining against their presence. Clenching and clenching.
"Oh! Oh, oh." She began to sigh as her moment passed slowly filling her with a warm buzzing rush of contentment.
She collapsed in her seat. I rolled back to mine. Barely able to comprehend, I licked her juices from my lips and contemplated my first encounter with a woman. I looked over to the gardener who was shocked, immobile, a sizable bulge tenting his trousers. He turned and walked gingerly to the house.
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