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The Act.

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Parts 1, 2, & 3

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He embraced her in his arms, pulling her lithe body to him, warm and sensual, her breasts up against his chest. The thin material of her shirt did nothing to reduce the sensations of the friction, and her nipples stood noticably erect under the thin white fabric.

With a finger, he tipped her chin upward, and they kissed; a slow, wonderful, sensual kiss, the moans reverbrating in their throats. The heat and intensity of the kiss increased, their bodies twisting and writhing, necks cranning to field all possible positions. Their tongues interwined, their hands moving over each others bodies with an urgent need.

She broke the kiss first, desparate to tell him, "God - I want...need you!" Her eyes told him all he needed to know, half glazed with lust, her body trembled with excitement.

His hands moved to her buttocks, and, as he kissed her again, he picked her up; instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding furiously against the ever hardening bulge in his slacks.

They nearly made it to the bedroom, but her grinding and writhing and needing prompted him to stop in a hall, pushing her up against it, hands moving lightly over her breasts, fingers lightly playing over the erect nipples.

She gasped, then moaned, her back arching a little, wanting more than just a light brush.

His fingers responded deftly to her needs, lightly pinching and twisting the swollen tips, standing up like pebbles against her shirt. His hands massaged, molded, and caresses, occassionally grinding his palms against her nipples and aerola.

She cried out, the sound dying into a loud moan, as she pushed him away from her for a moment. He looked at her questioningly, but saw the answer before he had a chance to ask. With a quick movement of the arms, she removed the shirt, tossing it in a random direction, the article of clothing not even hitting the floor before she grabbed him and embraced in another kiss.

The black lace demicup she had on thrilled him, the sight of her soft white skin, the hard nipples escaping from just over the tops of the cups, excited him further. He broke the kiss with her lips, and travelled down, to explore.

His lips and tongue softly flicked and licked their way down her neck, across her throat, spending time there in response to the gasps and cries of pleasure that came from her sensual lips. Another ragged groan escaped, this one from deep in her throat, a loud rumbling need. He smiled a little, to himself, his lips and tongue roaming further.

Light little flicks of the tongue danced across her breastbone, his hands caressing, fingers lightly playing across the soft skin of her breasts.

Her moans were more lusty, with the occassional "Oh god...yes...yes, baby, that's so good." As her passion increased, so did the heat between her legs. He could feel the dampness through his slacks and boxers, her arousal driving him nearly insane with lust.

His tongue flicked across an erect nipple, her mouth opening in a small "O" as she cooed. Her hands went to his head then, fingers twining in his hair, nails digging softly to prompt him for more. He responded, his tongue swirling around the erect nipple, and then around it, dancing across the aerola with the tip. She moaned again, her hips grinding against his, her heat increasing every second.

His hands were still at work, which only increased the pleasure, his fingers lightly touching, playing with her other nipple until he moved away from the one he had been paying attention to, his tongue flicking, lips sucking their way across her breastbone, and across the mound of her breast. His fingers moved to the newly slick nipple, playing, twisting, and sliding, her groan, gasps, and verbal encouragement more than enough to know how much she was enjoying this.

He sucked at her other nipple, teeth sliding gently across it, her hips jerking in response, thrusting against his now pulsing hardness.

She pulled his head away from her suddenly, looking at him directly in the eyes, her chest heaving. Her eyes showed the emotion, the lust, the arousal that she was experiencing. He knew she wanted more, but waited patiently to hear it from her.

"Fuck Please," she whispered softly, trailing a finger down, between her breasts, across her stomach to unbutton her jeans and unzip them.

End Part 1.

He was happy to oblige. They slid down the wall, onto the carpeted floor, both of their hands, helping to remove some of the extra clothing from her body. He worked on her shoes, tossing them aside, and then pulled her jeans off while she arched for him, exposing her lovely body for his eyes.

The silk and lace panties were the perfect match, and he smiled, realizing how delightfully wicked this woman could be while dressed so casually.

He stood up then, stripping off his shirt, his skin as white as her's, not having had a chance to let the coming summer sun do its work. The thick bulge in his pants gave clue to what was underneath, and he had some difficultly in getting the slacks undone and over his throbbing erection.

She giggled a little, eyes watching him, a smirk on her lips.

She then sat up, and moved around until she was kneeling in front of him.

He was so busy trying to get his shoes and slacks off, he had hardly realized what she was doing until he heard himself groan.

With a flick of the hand, she had coaxed his erection out of his boxers.

Her delicate long fingers wrapped around the length, and he groaned, long rattling sound from his throat. She smiled, her hand sliding up and down his shaft, pulling, then pushing.

They both watched her hand, as if entranced by it, the sensuality of the act in itself arousing. She moaned, whispering how much she liked it; so hard, thick, tastey, and just big enough to fill her entirely.

"I can't wait to feel it inside me, fucking me, filling me, coming in me,"

she glanced up at him with a delightfully wicked smile, "but first things first...I want you to come in my mouth."

Before he could even fully register the comment, she had taken him inside her mouth. "Damn! Oh God!" was the only thing he could say, his body reeling, pleasure coursing throughout it. His hips twitched, and she moaned erotically around his half engulfed erection, the sounds of her labor turning them both on even more.

She slid her mouth back up and down his shaft a few times, getting his length nice and wet. Her fingers took the rest of his length, sliding back and forth in small short strokes.

She moved to the tip of his penis, licking around the edges while she stroked, tongue dancing, flicking and licking around the crown. She glanced up at his face, watched the mask of eroticism that he was wearing and reveled in it. She loved knowing how much this drove him wild; she could feel her own sex growing damp and hot as she licked and sucked on his pulsing manhood.

And then she decided she would try it - the only thing she wasn't sure she would be able to do. Her mouth took his head in, her tongue sliding across it, back and forth, she used both her hands, fingers caressing his balls and holding the base of his shaft straight up. She closed her eyes and concentrated on his pleasure, and her wet sex, thinking about how this would drive him so wild he would give her the wanton fucking she so craved.

And then she took him, her mouth sliding downward, her thoughts on his groaning, moaning, and exclamations. She tried to ignore the feeling of his head as it slid against her throat. She involuntarily flexed her throat a few times, trying to swallow his huge erection, before relaxing, and letting his throbbing shaft be caressed by her throat and warm mouth.

Up and down she slid in rapid succession after the first, engulfing his shaft to the root in her mouth. The muscles in the back of her throat caressing and coaxing the head, trying to pull the delicious cream which she was now desparate for. She moaned around him, long and loud, and she reached back with a hand to touch her own sex, nearly dripping with anticipation and desire.

She felt herself, warm and wet, the product of everything that had happened so far. She caressed herself, her body shuddering at the sensations as her fingers brushed timidly across the hardness of her clit.

She was unaware of her body writhing, her moaning, or how much harder she had begun to suck and engulf her partners erection.

His hips were nearly bucking, his fingers twined through her hair. He could feel the climax coming, the pressure building behind his balls as the slapped against her chin with every buck. He watched her moaning and writhing, so engrossed in the act of doing that she was nearly oblivious to everything else. It felt so good, the way her throat caressed him, the way her tongue slid around on him, it was overwhelming, and he could feel it starting to surge, pulsing through his shaft, racing...

"God, god, yes, yes!! I'm coming!"

She was aware of what was happening then, feeling the salty warmth of his jism blast against her throat in surging pulses. It turned her on so much, knowing that he was there, coming full force in her mouth. She reveled in it, and let his hard shaft pop out of her mouth, wanting to see it.

As she watched his hard erection shoot, she was aware of the burning fire coming from her stomach, and travelling through her body. Her hand, intent on its mission, had been forgotten, but had not stopped. And then she, too, was coming, gasping and crying out as warm wetness spilt over her fingers.

The two of them paused for a moment, both gasping, one hand of her's stroking him softly as her tongue sought to catch the escaped jism, and then other tenderly caressing her sex, causing her body to shutter, her memories going over and over the moment of orgasm.

End part 2

He helped her to stand, her body sliding sensually up his, breasts lightly caressing him; over his thighs, catching his erect penis between them, across his stomach to finally stop against his chest. She gazed at him through half lidded eyes, hardly able to believe how intense the experience has been.

They walked over the piles of clothes and into the bedroom. Barely though the doorway, he picked her up, strong arms underneath her knees and behind her back. He lifted her gently to the bed, lying her down against the soft comforter. She stretched, then, working her way to comfort in the plush fabrics.

He sat down beside her, asking her to roll over. He had a surprise for her. She smiled, perhaps a little mischief in her lips, and rolled over, wiggling her buttocks at him.

He slid long fingers over her back, the tips rubbing, caressing the muscles in her upper back. She groaned, the heat from the massage seeping into her being, perfectly complimenting the afterglow of climax that was still coursing throughout her body.

His hands worked, massaging and caressing, working across her back, up and down, soft and sensual. His breath occassionally cascading across her skin, his head bent down against her.

He massaged down to her rear, capturing each side in turn and working with both hands. Her moans of pure delight incentive enough to work harder.

His hands glided barely inches away from her still wet sex, reaching in to work on her inners thighs. Caressing and rubbing, massaging into the skin deftly.

He took time to work along her legs, carefully working, hands deftly massaging all over, across her thighs , knees, calves, and then the feet.

She moaned a bit louder as he took her right foot in his hands and worked it between his fingers. Rubbing 'round and 'round, across the heel, through the arch, and down to the balls of her feet. He heard her murming how good it was; how it just drained her of tension. He smiled to himself, pausing to take her other foot in hand and work on it awhile.

And when he had finished massaging her back, he leant down and whispered into her ear for her to roll over so he might continue. She rolled over lethargically, reluctant to move, for fear that the pleasure she was experiencing might in some way be diminished.

He kissed her softly, something of an "Mmmmmmmm" coming from her throat.

His hands worked across her neck, massaging it, caressing it, along the collar bone, fingers dancing across her skin sensually.

He paid special attentions to her breasts, caressing and massaging the skin and muscles, taking care to work over every inch. He was tempted!

Oh so tempted! To nibble and suck, lick and tongue, they did so beckon to him.

He resisted the urge, knowing that soon enough he would have his chance.

He massaged her stomach, her sides, all the while loving the feel of her body. So smooth and wonderful; it aroused him to know that such a beautiful woman can be so pleasured.

She murmured something that he wasn't quite able to catch as he moved around, positioning himself between her legs. She opened them for him, her eyes still closed, lost in a land of dreamy warmth.

He worked on her thighs, massaging the skin. Inside, and out, hands moving across. The smell of her arousal was doing nothing to stave his desires. He licked at her, not knowing what prompted him to do it. Her taste, salty sweet in his mouth shot right to his penis, causing it to flare, pulsing to its full size.

He licked at her again, a little more demanding this time, pulling more of the lovely honey from her damp petals. She moaned in response, shifting her hips, but her eyes remained closed. Oh, how sweet her taste, how delicious, it satisfied him in the more carnal way.

He was licking now, lapping up her sweetness, and moaning against her.

Fully aware of what was going on now, she raised her head to watch him work, her hands gently squeezing her own breasts, fingers lightly playing with her erect nipples. It aroused her to no end to see him there, licking and sucking - it was unimaginable. The sensation coursed through her, hot raw passion welling up from her loins as his mouth brought gasps and moans of pleasure from her.

His tongue dancing across her wetness, sliding over and between the petals of her sex, caressing her with his tongue as he drew more of her sweet nectar out. His hands held her sex open for his seeking tongue, the fingers caressing and massaging her out folds..

Her body writhed under his labors, hips twitching under his delving tongue. As his tongue slid back and forth across the hard nub of her clitoris, she cried out in pleasure, hands immediately in his hair, urging him forward, pulling his mouth to her.

He continued this, licking, sucking, teasing her clitoris while his fingers massaged her open sex, his thumb caressing just the outside of her sweet tunnel. She responded ever more urgently, her hips moving up against his mouth.

"Oh, yes, baby...please, take me, lick me, fuck me with your sweet mouth.


Her cries of pleasure became more intense, he could tell she was close, teetering on the edge of abyssal pleasure. An index finger caressed her opening for a moment, before she bucked her hips, taking his finger in to the knuckle.

Her head came off the pillow and she held onto him as her body went rigid, his finger setting her off like a bomb. Waves and waves, screaming all through her body, an intensity she had so rarely felt. Her body thrashed as she came, her lips calling out his name in a ragged cry of orgasm.

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