(This continues a previous story, same people different day. 2-3 parts, probably. Feedback/comments/pms welcome.)

It had been two or three days, so I had been a little surprised by the call. Anyways, I talked to Geoff for a while and he said Tess wanted to play again. It sounded pretty good, and he told me she was having “some really good orgasms fantasizing about sucking your cock” since our day at the beach.

“So, are we all getting together?” I asked.

“No, she was wondering if you could have her over.”

I thought for a second. My roommate was gone for the weekend, conveniently. “Sure, that sounds fine. But what about you?”

“I’d like to have you over here some time so we could all have a go together, but not tonight mate.”

“So it’d be just me and her?”

“Yeah, well, that’s part of the setup. When she’s over at your house she’s kind of your woman, sexually. She said you could even invite a friend if you wanted. I don’t know if you could set that up or if you’re into it, but it’s on the table.”

“Well, I don’t think I could swing it for tonight, but maybe for the future. It could be a lot of fun. I didn’t know she was into that.”

“Well she’s basically a swinger and I just let her play.”

“Okay, so then tonight is a little… anything goes?”

“Yeah, more or less. You want to talk to her?”

“Sure, for a few minutes.”

Geoff passed the phone. They exchanged a few words and then her voice came over the phone.

“Hey Ian, are we going to have some fun later?” she cooed.

“Oh yes, Geoff was just telling me you’re all mine for the night.”

“I am, what do you think we should get up to?”

“Well, I think you should come over wearing as little as possible. My roommate’s out so we’ll be going naked.”

“And should I stay over?”

“Absolutely. Come over around 7 and don’t expect to be out at least until you’ve helped me with my morning wood.”

“Okay. I’ll see you then!”

The phone clicked off. I had a few hours to get ready. By the time Tess came up to my apartment I had bought some lube, put on clean sheets, and put some alcohol in the fridge. She was wearing a short silk kimono and a pair of brown stockings, nothing else judging by her nipples straining against the silk. We spoke easily in the kitchen for a bit. She asked if I didn’t know anyone else that might want to fuck her that night, and I said she should have given me a little more time to ask around.

Like our last time, I didn’t know exactly where to start. When she leaned over the counter to get a glass I could almost see her cunt under the short dress. That was my opening, and I slid a hand over her thigh. She leaned forward slightly more and I could see that she hadn’t worn underwear. Her ass spread to show her little anus, and the memory of the powerful ejaculation I had inside of it days before stirred my cock. My fingers crossed her labia searching for her clit. As they passed across the entrance of her cunt she moaned lightly. The seductive sound pushed me on, and as I began to slowly circle her clit her wetness began to slick my fingertips. The aphrodisiac scent of feminine sex filled the kitchen. My other hand went under her silk dress to find her small, sensitive breasts. I fondled and caressed under the silk while stroking her firmly towards orgasm, softly kissing her neck and taking in the smell of perfume and cunt. When she quivered and arched her back I knew it was time to enter her. My two fingers slipped between her lips and found the roughness of her g-spot. The languid strokes made her moans louder and louder. She came with a small squirt across my hand and her legs.

She turned, and we kissed. Her mouth was hot and small, her tongue skillful. She slowly rubbed my hardening erection as it bulged against my pants.

“What now?” she asked when we broke from the kiss.

“You’re going to suck my cock.”

“Oh? Do you want to come on my face?”

“No. You have to swallow.”

“Usually I don’t.”

“Well, tonight you do. I haven’t come since the last time with you, and it’s going to feel so good to fill your little mouth.”

“Hm.” She was acting haughty, but I knew she wanted to blow me.

“So, are you going to blow me or should I just bend you back over the counter and fuck you?”

“I’ll… I’ll do it. But if you’re coming in my mouth you have to go down on me after.”

“Good. Let’s go into the living room.”

By the time she sat down on the couch her top was open. I could see everything from her perky breasts and hard nipples to the landing strip that began just below her tight stomach and led to the prominent lips of her cunt. My cock was aching for her. When she finally leaned forward and took me into her mouth it was an orgasmic pleasure. Hot wetness enveloped my tip as she swirled her tongue around it, teasing every sensitive spot. I throbbed in her mouth and moaned for her to take me deeper. She was sucking me as if our lives depended on it, a big departure from her feigned unenthusiasm. At first both her hands caressed my shaft but after a few minutes I noticed she was lightly masturbating with her right. I reached out to toy with the piercing on her left nipple, hoping the slight distraction would let me endure a few more minutes of pleasure before spurting hot cum into her mouth. It worked. Even as I moaned uncontrollably at each new technique I wasn’t yet on the edge. She deepthroated me for a few minutes and that was obviously taking me to the edge. My moans must have been uncontrollable. Her enthusiasm certainly was, and my cock went deeper than I imagined it could have. At last, feeling the inevitability of the ejaculation I pulled back slightly. She was perceptive, and returned to languishing slow strokes of her tongue on me as the orgasm overtook me. I felt the first wave of incredible pleasure fill my brain, the pleasant sensory overload almost bringing me to my knees as every nerve in my cock received the incredible pleasure she was giving me. The first immense spurt shot into her mouth. Even hotter than her tongue, the hot cum swirled over my erection and through her mouth.

“Oh Tess! Take it all please! Don’t stop!”

I was almost begging, just wanting her to keep pleasing me until it became unbearable. She moaned and kept up her skilled work. My next spurt was almost as big as the first. She hadn’t swallowed either yet, and as I continued coming for what felt like hours she simply kept swirling the hot stickiness around as her tongue and cheeks and lips enveloped me. How she could have kept nearly half my cock and all that in her mouth is beyond me. As the peak of my orgasm subsided she shuddered lightly and her hand stopped its slow motion between her legs. Locking her piercing green eyes to mine she slowly swallowed every drop of my cum before letting my cock slip from between her lips. Thoroughly drained I fell onto the couch beside her.

“mmm Tess” I moaned lightly. My hand was stirring between her thighs as my member went soft. She was wet, the scent of her cunt turning me on. I gently played my middle finger up from her tight, clenched bumhole between her labia until my finger tip rested on the hot wetness of her clit. I made small circles around it as she reclined, head on my chest, offering a full view of her perky c-cup tits and well-trimmed bush. I had no doubt that the fiery orange tuft was holding in some of her smell, and the scent of cunt was intoxicating. I wanted to taste it, my tongue running over her slick clit and into the hot tightness of her cunt. Taking the initiative, I stood up. She was still slouched on the couch, a slight sheen of my cum still on her lips. Now it was my turn. I stood her up from the couch and led her by the hand to the windowsill. A slight breeze was coming in through the linen curtain that shaded the room. The see through curtain. We were on the second floor, about 12 or 15 feet from the ground, so if anyone walked by on the quiet, bright, street they would see me licking her crotch through the shade of the curtains. We both liked to show off, so I hoped the thrill of being seen would make her cum more deeply. She moaned lightly as I pushed her firm ass onto the wide sill and knelt between her legs.

“Oh Ian, by the window?”

Her green eyes looked down at me, penetrating and inquisitive.

“I want to show you off. The cute face you make when you cum could make someone’s day.”

“I think you just want to be seen going down on me.”

She was waiting for my answer but I didn’t bother with that, instead turning my head and slowly kissing across the inside of her thighs and the top of her mound of venus, just grazing the edges of her neat bush, smelling her scent as the wetness welled up between her lips. It was an incredible high to be experiencing my post orgasmic bliss enveloped by her smell and gently teasing her womanhood with my mouth, each slight kiss bringing a moan from her lips.

Finally I drew back my head slightly, enough to see the wetness slicking her pink rosette of an anus (that I wanted to put my cock into again) and leaving a small spot of dampness on the thin curtain that her ass had pulled tight across the sill and pushed against the window. Her deep sigh of anticipation was enough, I ran my tongue slowly up between her labia, almost from her ass all the way past her clit, the taste of her sex making me moan. She was sweeter than her slightly musky smell would suggest, and it was an incredible turn-on. My tongue ran languid circles around her clit as she arched her back, low moans dripping out the open window to the sidewalk below. Her hips slid forward as she draped a long, thin leg over my shoulder. My tongue slid below her clit, looking for the entrance of her cunt, and found it. A gentle circle of the entrance left her moaning breathily, and the wetness of her cunt and my mouth was slicking her hair and leaving a dark mark of wetness below her after it ran down across her bumhole. The first time my tongue entered her I felt a light orgasmic quiver as she let out a yelp of pleasure. She was on the verge of release, and the tension building in her was obvious. My tongue pushed deeper, as far as it was able, and then languidly moved back to her red-hot clit, making firm strokes across it. She grabbed my hair, pushing her hips more firmly against me.

“Don’t fucking stop!”

I kept licking for what felt like an eternity but was probably only about a minute until the building orgasm crashed over her. She called my name and twitched and called out “oh Fuck!” until her hips stopped thrusting and her cunt stopped contracting. I pushed my tongue in to taste her cum before slowly standing up. The blood rushed to my head and I realized how much my knees had been hurting on the wood floor. I looked at her, then through the curtain.

I leaned down and we kissed, her tongue exploring my mouth (she must have been able to taste herself) before her hand slid up my leg to my half-hard cock.

“Well what now?” she smiled….