Naughty Bits (5 page)

His eyes locked onto her,
his mind blank, only able to take in the pure sexy delight of the
woman in front of him, her hand now working her pussy furiously,
his ears filled with the sounds of her passion, her body twisting
and turning under her own ministrations. Then she began to
speak.

Whispered words. Quick
sentences slipped between quick intakes of breath and guttural
exhalations. “Fuck me. Oh God I want you inside me. Right now. I
want you to fuck me. I am so wet right now. I need your cock.” He
became uncontrollable, she was more than he could bear. She was the
utter personification of sexy. Then she came. Her face contorted in
rapture, becoming utterly erotic.

His mind exploded as his
orgasm burst from within. It seemed to carry on forever, his eyes
unfocused, yet seeing her clearly, her image burned into his
brain.

For a moment he closed his
eyes, recovering, and when he opened them again, there she lay,
looking up at him, mischievous knowing smile on her face, eyes
sparkling. By goodness, she was beautiful.

Welcome Home

The sky turned a deep shade
of pink and red in the west as the sun sank down below the horizon.
A mating pair of starlings darted by overhead, seeking the shelter
of their home together. The temperature dropped as night pressed
on, but growing coolness did little to sooth his aching muscles. It
had been a long, hard week, his work an unforgiving hardship. A
tight, freshly sewn red cut gleamed through a tear in the fabric of
his jacket’s right shoulder, an accident and a painful one. He
trudged through the relatively quiet streets, along cobblestone
paths up the hill, every footstep making his weary body beg for
peace.

At last his home appeared
before him in the gloom, a cheerful flame dancing at the door’s
lantern, and warm inviting firelight coming through the windows
from inside. Even at this distance he could see his beautiful wife
busy at the table, placing dinner at the ready. He smiled, knowing
she had probably been watching for his return from the hilltop
behind the house, and when he finally had, running all the way home
so that she could surprise him. His heart picked up a few beats,
his feet quickening as he neared his target. He hardly noticed as
his tiredness melted away at the sight and thought of her. The pain
in his shoulder vanished from his mind, his only concern being the
arms of his wife.

He threw open the door and
burst into the house. His lovely bride looked up sharply from the
dining table, a smile lighting her face. They rushed towards each
other and his strong arms surrounded her, hugging her soft form to
his chest. For a moment neither spoke, so happy they were to be
reunited, though they’d only been separated since this very
morning.

“
I missed you.” he told her
gruffly, his joy fogging his voice.

“
I missed you too.” she
replied, beaming her smile up at him.

He bent his neck and kissed
her firmly, feeling her plush lips cushion his own.

When the kiss ended, she
looked up into her husband’s face. Though fatigue had momentarily
been washed away by his return, she could still see lines of pain
and weariness etched into his face. She knew full well what he
would be feeling now, and her lover’s eyes had noticed the wound on
his shoulder the instant they embraced, though she did not comment,
knowing it would only embarrass him. She took a step back, holding
his hands in her own.

“
Dinner can wait.” she
decided firmly, looking directly into his eyes. “I think there’s
something you need first.”

She didn’t answer his
questioning look, simply pulled him away from the door to the couch
in the living room. Pushing him into the comfortable seat, she was
pleased to see his face relax a tiny bit. It was a start, but she
would do more. She stepped between his legs and, leaning close,
gave her husband a long, slow kiss, following it with another, then
another.

It took him a few moments
to realize that her hands were fumbling at his waist. Before he
could protest, she had his pants unbuckled. When he opened his
mouth she put her finger to it.

“
Shhh. Close your
eyes.”

“
Honey…”

“
Close them.” she insisted
in a voice forbidding argument.

He knew what she was about,
preparing to pleasure him, to soothe away his troubles after an
entire week’s absence, despite the hours of labour waiting on the
kitchen table, despite her own needs at being left alone for so
long. She was putting him first, and his heart went out to
her.

She removed her husband’s
clothes, first his shirt and jacket, then his pants, leaving him
naked before her. Kneeling before him, she ran her hands up his
thighs, then took his cock tenderly in her fingers. Gently, she
massaged it, hearing his sigh above her. Despite the fatigue, his
cock stiffened very rapidly, and soon stood at rapt attention in
her tender grasp.

With his eyes closed, his
senses focused completely on what his wife was doing to him, her
hands stroking him softly, first the shaft, then the balls. It felt
so warm and good, so relaxing. Yet after a few minutes the
relaxation had rejuvenated him so much that her touch began to feel
much more erotic than simply soothing. That’s when he felt her lips
surround the head.

He gasped, thrusting
involuntarily, and she obliged by sliding her tongue down his cock
as he penetrated her mouth. She continued to lick and stroke him,
swallowing his cock, causing amazing sensations that both delighted
him and made him even more turned on. Her’s was a talent and a will
like no other, her love for him and her actions displayed in the
way she brought him to the edge and back over and over again. She
teased him mercilessly, until time had no meaning, there as only
her mouth and her hands, they were his world.

She knew she was building
the pressure within him, that every time she brought him to the
brink it drove him wild, and when she finally let him release, it
would shatter him.

His head rolled, his eyes
squeezed shut. The sensations in his cock were without
parallel.

She felt him rise again,
and this time didn’t hold back, working him harder and
faster.

The orgasm was
mind-blowing, and he grunted loudly, “Oh, honey!”

She felt a rush as he
flooded her mouth, his passion, his pain, his life pouring down her
throat. She swallowed it all, tenderly milking every last drop,
consuming all the stress that plagued him, knowing how sensitive he
was, extending his pleasure until it was nearly unbearable. When at
last she removed her lips, licking them once, he fell back, the
tension that had gripped his body seconds before, was released
completely. She felt a swell of pride as she saw her husband lie
there, the lines on his face gone, his body peaceful.

He reached down blindly and
grasped his wife’s arm, pulling her up onto the couch next to him.
Putting his arm around her he held her close and she sank
contentedly onto his chest, listening to his heart beat rapidly,
his breathing regain control, loving how she was so able to heal
him, to rid him of pain and give him life once more. With a smile
her hand traveled down and softly stroked her husband. He felt her
and through the haze of pleasure still in his mind, he too smiled,
loving her deeply.

Tropical Swingers

Crisp white sheets flutter
softly in the shadowed room. Twilight creeps through the bamboo
curtains, rippling in dazzling patterns over the ceiling as it
reflects off the tropical waters beyond windows. The perfume of
summer jasmine caresses the breeze.

Lying naked amidst the
white folds of cotton are a tangle of limbs, torsos, breasts and
hands. They writhe slowly, skin on bare skin, tongues dancing,
flesh hardening. Wind chimes tinkle and far away drums sound
distantly, their primal sounds mirroring the primal acts in this
solitary room.

If one stares long enough
at the heated mass of bodies, it becomes clear that there is not
one man pleasuring a woman, but two. Her eyes cast back in her head
as one man’s lips envelope a darkly engorged nipple, and the other
man’s tongue dances wildly in the tender flesh between her legs.
Her hands snake out and pull the younger man tighter to her breast
and her back arches sharply as pleasure courses through her. For a
moment she bucks uncontrollably but the older man refuses to
relinquish his hold and a throaty moan escapes her lips.

The young man, a virtual
stranger to this married couple before this night, slides out from
under the woman’s hands as her body relaxes at last. He rises,
slides a leg over her chest and, straddling her, offers his cock
for her mouth. Her eyes blink open, take a moment to focus, then
lock onto the offering. Her hands reach up to grab his buttocks and
pull him forward as her mouth opens and admits the hard shaft. The
young man feels a surge of pleasure as her tongue slides down the
length of his cock, and leans on the wall for support, lest the
pleasure cause him to fall.

The other man, the lady’s
husband, sits back, and wipes his wife’s juices from his mouth. He
then slides forward, taking  a leg in each hand as he slides
between them and enters her hot pussy. A muffled moan resonates
through the room, devolving into a low continuous growl. She finds
it hard to concentrate on what’s in her mouth with the sensations
down below making her whole body thrum. As her husband develops a
rhythm however, she forces herself to dedicate her lips to the
younger man’s cock.

The young man can’t hold
himself there for long, the humming deep in her throat is making
his balls boil. He slips out just moments before being forced to
release himself into her mouth. She sighs with satisfaction, eyes
locked to his, reveling in the pleasure she has brought.

A faint sheen of sweat now
coats the three lovers and the temperature in the room is rising
despite the trickle of ocean breeze through the windows. The
husband grunts and pulls out of his wife, the heady smell of sex
pervades, his semen jetting out and bathing her pussy completely.
Eager to have everyone satisfied at once, the woman shifts her
hands to the young man’s cock, still hovering over her tits and
begins to twist and play artfully until he too can control himself
no longer, gushing onto her chest. The young man drops forward as
he cums, his lips inches from hers, eyes locked together, though
his are still unfocused.

After a few moments the two
men collapse on either side of the woman while they recover. Her
soothing hands fondling their softening shafts while their
breathing calms. She smiles, a queen on a throne of lust. Next,
she’ll have them both inside her at once. The only decision, which
holes? Or fit both cocks in the same hole? But the question
remains, which hole? On second thought, why choose? Why not try it
all?

And in her hands, her men
begin to harden once more. She brings them both to her
lips.

Fireside

Thor watched Gia enter the
room with a slight awe. Her eyes peered directly into his with a
smoky darkness that hid all kinds of mystery and perhaps
excitement. Long black tresses cascaded around her pretty face,
past her slender shoulders, graceful neck and the tips whisked ever
so gently over the mounds of her breasts. Gia’s lips were full and
twisted in a small, wry smile.

She wore a nearly
transparent white satin negligee that contrasted sharply with her
raven hair. The cloth dipped dangerously between her breasts,
giving Thor a voluptuous view. The bottom of the negligee swished
enticingly around the silken legs that bore this sensational
creature into the room.

Each dainty hand had curled
its slim fingers around a glass of wine, cool beads of moisture
glistening on the clear glass. Her nails were daubed a vivid shade
of red that appeared darker next to the white wine. Thor’s eyes
traveled leisurely down the full bodice, the narrow waist, curved
buttocks just visible at the edge of the negligee, over the lightly
toned legs, past elegant calves to a pair of petit ankles and bare
feet, which bore a similar shade on the nails as her
fingers.

The light of the fire
bathed the room in a warm glow, and in it Gia exuded sensuality.
Her creamy skin caught the light of the flames and toyed with them,
as if her skin itself were on fire. Her cheeks engaged a rosy hue.
Her eyes sparkled with devilish merriment.

Thor reached up and took
his glass as she offered it. The room had become very warm to him
and he tossed a mouthful of the wine back with hardly a taste.
Gia’s lips split slyly, glad to see her charms were rewarding her
with Thor’s rising ardor. Gia turned her back to him, placing
herself between him and the light of the hearth. The negligee
seemed to vaporized around her, her naked body silhouetted beneath,
every curve standing out in detail. Thor watched as she bent down
to sit, the negligee riding up, her buttocks tightening splendidly
before him, for a brief moment almost everything was revealed. Then
she was on his lap.

Long bare legs crossed
demurely before her, she sat back into the plush couch and Thor’s
arm. Thor grinned as she watched him and took her own sip from the
wine. Thor appraised her swelled breasts, how the nipples seemed to
hold her clothing up as it hung from those prominent points. He
took another drink, more slowly this time, though just as large.
Placing the wine on the table next to him, he promptly forgot about
it.