Archive-name: 3plus/hotnight.txt
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Archive-title: Hot Nights


    I live in a lakeside town on the coast of Michigan.  It's small
and pretty, often filled with visitors passing through or vacation-
ing--both winter and summer.  One of the most interesting places to
meet people is at Willhouse Inn, a bed-and-breakfast-like hotel with
a great restaurant and large, active lounge.
    Just this past summer I stopped there one evening after work. 
It was warm enough to get the urges flowing, but not so hot to be
oppressive.  After I'd sat down and my eyes had a chance to adjust
to the light, I noticed an attractive, nicely dressed blonde sitting
by herself near the window.  She was very inviting as she stared
dreamily at the lake and the gulls.
    I got up and moved close enough to her that we could talk
without seeming as if I was pushing myself on her.  After the usual
ice-breaking comments about the weather, the season and our
surroundings, she gradually opened up to conversation.  When we got
around to introductions, she told me her name was Connie.  
    "Pleased to meet you, Connie, I'm Samantha," I said with a smile
while extending my hand.
    As she reached out to me, I admired the outline of her braless
breasts showing through her thin blouse.  My boobs are pretty well
developed, but she had the best set of tits I've ever seen!  Their
shape and the high, proud way they hung excited me.  Her nipples
were erect, but I couldn't tell if she was chilled by the air
conditioning or if she had something else going on to stimulate
her.  Our conversation perhaps?  Me?
    I mentally compared our builds and idly wondered how well her
5"1' 105-pound frame might fit with my own.  I'm almost 5'6" and
weight 110 pounds, but I sure didn't see a problem!  Her cobalt blue
eyes danced with a certain fire when she talked.  I responded by
concentrating intently on her.  Her glance repeatedly returned to my
eyes and I could tell she was fascinated by the color, which, though
normally grey, were purple this night thanks to my contact lenses.
    As we sipped our drinks and talked, we talked about being
relaxed and feeling kind of sexy.  I probed a little and learned
that she wasn't into girl-girl stuff.  Damn!  She was so inviting,
too!  Instead, I suggested we find a couple of guys to fulfill our
NEEDS.  She liked that.
    The only problem was there was only one single guy around.  He
was pretty good looking, too.  I really wanted her, not him, but if
that's the way it was to be, I told her to go after him.  Since she
was afraid her husband would find out, I offered her the use of my
place.  She thought about that, looked at the guy and said, "Well,
thanks.  I'll do it!"  I drew her a map to my place on a napkin.  
She put it in her purse and winked at me.
      She moved close to the guy, and soon they were talking.  I
struck up a side conversation with the bartender but kept an eye on
Connie.  She was blocking his view so he didn't even see me.
    In about a half-hour they got up to leave.  I dashed out a side
door, and took a short-cut to my place so it looked as if I'd been
there for hours when they arrived.  I said I was Connie's roommate. 
I got Connie alone in the kitchen for a few minutes and told her
where the bedroom was.  I volunteered to stay in the kitchen until
she and Steve (that was his name) dropped out of sight.
    They had some preliminaries on the couch before finally going
into the bedroom, and I stayed out of sight.  I went back into the
living room, acutely aware of what was happening on the other side
of the door.  I couldn't be anything BUT aware because they couldn't
have disguised THOSE noises if they had tried: she was a screamer!
    I finally drifted off to sleep on the couch, which is very
comfortable and not punishment of any kind.  I've slept on it many
times and done lots of colorful things on it too!  
    Awakening around 3:30 in the morning after dreaming about Connie
and Steve in the bedroom, I was horny and ready.  I got up and
fumbled around in my dildo collection, selected one and took it
back to the couch with me.  The dream had made me wet, and the dildo
slid in up to the hilt with no trouble at all.  I gave it to myself
long and slow.
    About 4 a.m., Steve slipped quietly out of the bedroom.  It
looked as if he was going to take off without even a good-bye.  When
he passed me, I reached out and grabbed his sleeve.  He was startled
and kind of jerked at my touch.  By some accident the covers just
happened to fall off me!  There I was, his sleeve in one hand, and
a dildo in the other.  He gracefully picked up the blanket.  
    He wasn't fully dressed and I pulled off his underwear.  Then
we re-did the scene in the bedroom, only I got to scream.  He was
nice, but not repeatable.  He seemed more interested in hustling
his buns out instead of moving them for me!  He said he had to catch
a plane so he dressed, kissed me lightly and left.
    Still not satisfied despite the fucking I'd just had, I locked
the door after Steve and debated about what to do next.  I went
back to my "toy" drawer, took out a strap-on dildo and put it on. 
(This one is special to me because I had fastened a small strip
with tiny rubber fingers on it.  Certain kinds of action with it
can produce the most exquisite orgasms!)  With my "equipment" in
place, I walked into the bedroom.
    Connie was awake, but the dim light just faintly exposed my
lower body.  All Connie could see was my "hard-on."  Suddenly she
started to purr.
    "Who is it?" she cooed.
    Wordlessly, I slipped into bed and started feeling all over her
body.  I kept her at arm's length so she couldn't detect my curves. 
Certainly HER curves were turning me on!  I knelt between her legs
and slowly slid my tongue between her secret lips.  (Below the panty
line, I later discovered, she was a redhead!!)
    My hot oral work on her soon had her panting.  She loved it and
moved her hips in rhythm with my tongue motions.  She took my head
in her hands to guide me where she wanted me.  My hair is kind of
short so in the dark she couldn't tell that she was caressing a
woman.
    "Oh, I have to have more," she whispered.  "Slide your cock
into me.  Plunge it in deep!"
    I got up on my knees, positioned myself at her opening, and
mounted her.  I guided my "cock" where my mouth had been seconds
before.  She moaned with delight and reached up to rub my chest. 
Then she felt my tits and screamed.
    I was going crazy trying to calm her down.  I kept the fake
prick in her as I soothed her, but it seemed to be doing more harm
than good.  I finally pulled it out and took it off, talking quietly
to her as I did.  About 15 minutes later she had calmed down but
was still pretty well freaked.  She said she just wanted to go home,
and I felt like shit.
    That made me decide to lay low the following night, even though
the experience with Connie left me longing for pussy.  (I love guys
and I need them, but I love women, too.  Sometimes I need only what
a woman has to offer.)  I had just finished dinner and was watching
TV when the doorbell rang.
     I couldn't believe my eyes when I opened the door and there
stood Connie, fetchingly dressed in shorts and a halter top!  She
didn't leave much to the imagination, and I know my eyes must have
opened wide as I stared at her bare, well-shaped legs in full light.
     She smiled sweetly but stammered when she spoke.  "You've been
on my mind lately, and I wanted to come back and apologize for
running out the way I did last night."
     I was delighted and invited her in.  She brushed close when
she stepped inside, and desire laced through me.  I opened a bottle
of wine and we both sat down--chatting as we sipped.  She told me
that she and her husband had been having problems and that she
hadn't been fucked very well in a long time, even by Steve the night
before.
    "When I left here early this morning," Connie said, "I had the
most peculiar feeling.  It wasn't bad, in fact it was good, but it
sure was strange.  All day I thought about what happened with you,
and I repeatedly got hot.  When dusk arrived, the urge overpowered
me and I had to come back to see you.  I want to try it again, only
this time I want to participate!"
    My mind raced, and I could feel a delicious warmth erupt and
gradually spread through me.  I told her how beautiful she was and
how much I wanted her.  Our talk became hot and explicit.  When I
suggested we slowly undress each other, Connie immediately got up.
    "How about coming over here so I can get at you," she said.
    I stood and walked to her.  All I had on was a man's dress shirt
that hung to the middle of my thighs.  She immediately began opening
the shirt one button at a time.  Slowly, almost hypnotically, she
slid it off, exposing myself to her.  I loved the hungry look this
produced, and I seductively shifted my weight from one foot to the
other.  Still trance-like with her eyes half-closed, Connie caressed
me, stopping to focus on my nipples.  She still seemed shy and
didn't let her hands drift below my waist.
    Shaking myself back to reality, I said, "Connie, your touch is 
exciting, and you're really getting to me, but how about letting me
return the favor?"
    She smiled and slightly pushed out her inviting chest.  I melted
and kissed her lightly on the mouth.  When she didn't recoil from
it, I kissed her again--only deeper, longer, invading her soul.  I
massaged her breasts as we hugged.
    We both gasped when I finally broke loose and groped for her
halter.  I slyly tugged out the bottom edge.  Holding it out from
her body, my fingers slid underneath and danced across the nipples. 
Wanting more, I continued to move the halter upward.
    "Raise your arms above your head for me, OK?" I coaxed.
    She did and I popped the sliver of material over her head. 
Those gorgeous, now-liberated tits begged for attention, standing
out with both nipples puckered and firm.  I had to have them and
immediately took one in my mouth to gently squeeze and suck.  I
centered my attention on the nipple.  Connie held the breast in her
hand, steering it to where she wanted it most--first over my tongue,
then against the roof of my mouth, occasionally raking it lightly
against my teeth.
    I reached down and felt her crotch.  She was still wearing her
shorts, and I slithered my hand up underneath.  She had obviously
prepared to visit me because she was wearing no underpants.  I
probed my fingers into her bush and found she was dripping hot
liquid.
    Pulling myself off her breast, I paused to open her shorts and
lower them.  She deftly stepped out of them and stood before me,
naked, beautiful, and ready.  Her eyes smouldered, and she held one
breast up to her mouth and licked it all over.  As she offered me
this little show, she gradually spread her legs further and further
apart.  Her free hand disappeared into the wet down between her
legs.
    I wanted to be part of this so I gently replaced her hand with
my own.  She was drenched, and I wanted to suck her.  And she wanted
me to!
    "Please lick me, Samantha," she pleaded.  "My cunt is ready for
you.  Is yours ready for me?"
    "See for yourself," I offered, standing and moving her hand to
my own wet pussy.  
    Presenting myself to her searching hand, I maneuvered my fingers
past her swollen doors and into her love tunnel.  Fastened together
that way, we approached each other and kissed again with growing
passion.  Our mouths opened wide while our hands feverishly massaged
each other's mounds.  I sucked on her tongue as it glided far into
the back of my mouth.  Then we reversed and I "fucked" her mouth
with my tongue.
    Finally I stepped back, moved her to the couch, and had her sit
down on the back with her feet on the cushions.  She leaned against
the wall and spread her legs.  I knelt on the cushions and faced
her gaping snatch.  I was so hot I trembled at the sight.
    I kissed her cunt in the same open-mouthed way I had just kissed
her face.  My lips created a seal around her pussy lips so that I
could suck at the same time I tongued the sweetness overflowing
from inside her.  The sensation made her jerk.  I liked having her
twitch that way so I rolled her clit lewdly between my lips.  She
raised her hips to meet and then grind against me.
    As I ate her, I took her nipples in my hands and pinched them.
The nipples swelled even more.  I rolled them so that they were
covered by the other flesh of her breasts, and then I squeezed them
inside the "pocket" that this created.  She groaned in response.
    Finally she retreated slightly and said, "Please, Samantha, I
think I want to try it, too.  Let's go into the bedroom so we can
really get to each other.  But please be patient with me since I'm
a little unsure of myself."
    We uncoupled and went into the other room.  As she bent over to
pull down the bedspread, I leaned down, spread her cheeks from
behind and stabbed my tongue into her puckered anus.  She loved it,
but begged me to stop so she could get some too.  When I did, she
turned around, put her arms around me and pulled me down to the bed
on top of her.  Still holding on, she rolled over so she was on
top. 
    She was completely engrossed now.  She ran her fingers through
my hair and held my head in place as she repeatedly sucked my mouth
and gave me her tongue in return.  Our pelvises rubbed together,
and I could occasionally feel her clit against my own.  We were
locked in a deep, abandoned embrace.
    Connie's intensity was startling and incredibly arousing.  I
kept reaching higher plateaus of desire for her.  She shifted
slightly, and her left leg came to rest on my mound.  Her own love
spot pressed against my thigh.  I desperately wanted friction and
moved my clit against her.  The fucking motion translated to her,
and she humped my leg.  Her arms surrounded my head and her eager
fingers laced through my hair.  Breathing heavily, her kiss was
ablaze.  It may have been a new experience, but the sexual longing
overcame her and she surrendered completely.  Our arms and legs
became so intertwined that we were like one body.  I had to have
her.  Now!
     I repeated her earlier movement and rolled over so that she
was now beneath me.  Disentangling our arms, I ran my hands up and
down the insides of her thighs, pressing outward as I did so her
legs would be wide apart when I arrived at her "V."  Connie needed
little convincing.  She kept spreading her legs farther and farther
until they formed a straight line broken only by the dip into her
bush.  She was lithe and supple, her body well conditioned and
rippling slightly with muscle.
     Moving down and kneeling before her, I teased, "Tell me what
you want, Connie.  Tell me and I'll do it."  My breath was close
enough to her most sensitive spots that she trembled when it struck
her.
     "Please suck me like you did last night.  Let me feel your
soft, warm mouth on me.  And while you do it, let me worship you. 
Give me your wetness.  I can't wait any longer."
     I swung around and positioned my legs on either side of her
head.  I wanted first to overcome any lingering reservations she
might have.  I rested my elbows on the bed below her legs, gently
rolled back the hood of her clit and exposed its erect head, red,
hard and glistening with moisture.
     I shaped my mouth into an erotic oval, darted my tongue several
times against her clit, and then ringed it with a moist suction. 
She writhed and wrapped her arms around my legs, pulling slightly
at my own clit-hood so I would be as exposed to her as she was to
me.  I lowered my wet down close to her face.
    Connie sucked on either side of my bush, mouthing my groin
muscles.  I liked it a lot.  She repeatedly worked back and forth,
occasionally grazing my lips with her tongue.  My action was having
a delirious effect, and her hips developed a circular, rolling
movement.  In that moment, her mouth came to rest against my
opening.  She licked tentatively, not entirely sure how to proceed.
     I demonstrated on her, rhythmically tonguing her button. 
Taking the cue, she slipped her tongue between my pussy lips.  Her
hip movements stopped abruptly and she moved her hands in place
around my opening, spreading my lips far apart.  I loved the feeling
of having the INSIDE of my cunt exposed to her.  
     She extended her tongue farther and farther, then stopped and
held like that for a long moment, savoring the sensation.  Her
tongue started moving in and out of me, and I moved my hips in a
classic fucking motion.   A cat-like growl came from Connie as she
unexpectedly found my clit and focused on it.  In that instant she
lost her "virginity" to a woman, sucking me off and being sucked in
return.
     Our act was complete.  Our drenched mouths and wet cunts were
the perfect complement.  We fused together in this mouth-to-cunt/
cunt-to-mouth embrace, rolling together on the bed.  As we exchanged
positions that way, our mouths never lost their fusion.  First
Connie was on top, fucking and eating me at the same time.  Then I
replaced her in the top position to bury my face in her snatch while
receiving her.
     I gave her face a fast, hard fucking and fastened on her clit. 
It was bulging and erect, almost like a two-inch penis.  I didn't
know a clit could be this long and I rapidly moved my head up and
down, sucking her the way I'd blown guys.
    I paused for an instant and whispered, "Now, Connie, let's cum
NOWWW!!"
    Connie cried out and madly humped my face.  I held her down with
my hands and fucked her as hard as she fucked me.  My insides rolled
and a shot of the most delicious heat tore through me.
     Connie's cunt suddenly opened wide on its own.  I sank my lips
and tongue, even my nose, inside her gushing gash.  I was rewarded
by a series of strong contractions, and Connie bucked out of
control.  She jerked over and over.  The repeated tightening of her
sexual muscles catapulted me into orbit.  I let my orgasm go,
sitting slightly on Connie's face so she could thrust her tongue
inside me.
    "Oh, fuck me, Connie, fuck me with your tongue," I exclaimed
into her cumming cunt.  I drank deeply as she spun off into repeated
orgasms.
     When the intensity of our climaxes subsided a little, I started
playing with her ass.  It startled her and she said, "Oh, Samantha,
not there.  Oh, please not there.  Ohhhh, please, oh, oh, unhhhh!!"
     It seemed that the words didn't match the emotion behind them.
She didn't really want me to stop at all; in this case "stop" meant
"go a little faster"!  I ignored her pleas and continued working on
her ass.  I rubbed and massaged it, which was easy to do with all
the moisture that had leaked out.
    It apparently intrigued her enough that she pulled my lower
body down on her in such a way that she could reach my anus.  Her
hot breath made me contract slightly, and I jerked when her tongue
struck my sphincter.  She spread my ass checks and slowly worked
her tongue into me.  There we lay, our tongues implanted, paying
anal homage to each other.
    I had an idea, a way to make Connie's "deflowering" nearly
complete.  I slowly separated from her and said, "Roll over on your
stomach and crouch down with your ass in the air.  Then spread your
legs."
    She obediently did as I asked, displaying her lovely legs and
well-shaped ass.  I savored the view of her anus and the downy patch
that began there and stretched down to her mound.  I put my hands
on her cheeks and, with my thumbs, spread them to expose the small
pucker that I was about to assault.  I blew my breath against it
and enjoyed seeing her quiver in response.
    Bracing my elbows on her thighs, I leaned down and slowly licked
her anus.  Her sounds were gibberish, but I knew what pleasure she
was taking.  I reached between her legs, felt around to relocate her
clit, and snapped it back in forth.
    I needed more, and stopped briefly to move her right foot
slightly.  I settled on it so that my own clit could rub against
her heel and began humping.  I resumed my wanton tongue-rape of her
ass.  I soon found a rhythm and synchronized my tongue and my hand
with the rubbing I was getting from her foot.  She wiggled it,
adding to my gratification.
    I couldn't stand the intensity and lost myself to the building
orgasm.  I jerked her clit with one hand while tweaking and rubbing
one of her nipples with the other. She groaned, long and deep.  I
sucked her ass with my open mouth, occasionally shooting my tongue
in.  Connie unexpectedly shoved her ass even farther into me and I
realized I was about to lose it.
    I paused long enough in my frenzy to whisper anxiously, "You're
so gorgeous, Connie.  I'm going to cum because of you.  Let's cum
together--you with your ass full of my woman's tongue and my clit
being rubbed by your foot."
    The shriek that followed was so loud I thought the entire city
would hear her!  The abrasion against my clit finally did it and I
spilled over the edge, feeling my orgasm burst onto her foot.  Her
anus constricted around my tongue.  We hung for a long moment before
we were overwhelmed.
    The scene that followed was blissfully out of control.  We both
thrashed and moaned.  With the orgasm pounding through me, I
unsteadily backed off, rolled Connie over and spread her legs.  I
jammed my clit against hers and scissor-fucked her hard.  She held
her legs wide apart in complete surrender to our organs' mutual
stimulation.  My fucking motions were nearly involuntary as we wrung
the last spasms from each other.
     The slow descent from that pinnacle left us both trembling and
spent.  A warm glow washed over us, and we gradually relaxed.  I
got some warm wash cloths from the bathroom and bathed us both. 
When I was finished, I got back into bed with her.
     We softly, affectionately kissed and fondled each other.  Soon
we were asleep in each other's arms.  It had been a night to
remember--for both of us.

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