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The continuing adventures of Pam and Zach. I guess I’m obligated to state that all characters are 21 years of age or older. While embellished for literary purposes, events strikingly similar to these did actually occur.
Zach wanted to be milked and pegged…We almost made it…
We were working in the yard one Sunday afternoon. Zach was mowing the lawn and I, wearing cotton panties, my tiniest cut-off jean shorts and a baggy white tank top crop-tied under my breasts, was planting some annuals and putting mulch down in the flower beds. It was a scorcher of a day, with temps near 93 degrees and the humidity around 85%.
When Zach finished the first half he sauntered over, smirking. His forehead, chest and arms were dripping with perspiration. As he wiped his hand across his face he uttered, “I just had to get a closer look. I could see your tits through the armholes of your top from across the lawn.”
I put down my garden spade and flashed him by lifting my top before pulling it down tight across my chest. Glancing down, I could see that my sweating had made my top semitransparent causing my suddenly hard nipples to appear as if they were trying to poke through the fabric.
“If this isn’t the filthiest and smelliest wet T-shirt contest I’ve ever been in I don’t know what is,” I chuckled.
“What? You’ve actually been in a wet T-shirt contest?” Zach asked.
“Only one time, in college. Needless to say, with these tiny puppies, I stood no chance of winning. I just did it for a lark. Most of my cross country team took part as well. We had a blast.”
I saw that Zach was still staring, so in the most seductive voice I could muster, I teased, “I’ll wrap up what I’m doing when you finish. Then we can both get naked on the back patio and hose off.” Zach just smiled, rubbed his hand over his crotch and walked back to finish mowing. Returning to my planting, I couldn’t help thinking to myself, ‘It never ceases to amaze me how easily it is to get him aroused’.
When he was done, I gathered my garden tools and walked with him as he pushed the mower toward the backyard shed. After hanging it on the wall, he headed back out front to grab the partially open bag of mulch. Thinking I’d give him an extra thrill, I took off my top and pulled the zipper down on my shorts, exposing my now sweat drenched panties. In an attempt to achieve a sexy pose, I reached up with one arm and held onto a rafter and then put my other hand on my now cocked hip.
Zach, carrying the bag of mulch in front of him, was only about twenty feet away when he finally looked up and saw my sad attempt at being provocative.
“Damn! You have got to be the sexiest garden gnome I’ve ever seen,” he exclaimed.
Putting the mulch down in the corner, he placed his hands on my waist. When he leaned down and kissed me, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my tits against his chest and slid my tongue into his mouth. As our tongues did battle, his hand slid down into my shorts and I felt his fingers pressing and curling against my soaked cotton panties as he rubbed my sex.
Pulling back, I whispered in his ear, “If we weren’t so sweaty and dirty I’d fuck you right here.”
“I thought you liked sweaty sex?”
“I love getting sweaty during sex, I just don’t want your filthy dick desecrating my sweet pristine pussy,” I corrected jokingly.
“I highly doubt your pussy is either sweet or pristine at the moment,” Zach retorted, causing us both to laugh.
Rubbing my palm over his now erect cock, I promised, “I’ll more than make up for it later tonight.” Then I grabbed my shirt and ran topless to the back patio as Zach was tidying up and locking the shed. (Let me say here, our back patio is not big by any means. It is also somewhat secluded as two sides are against our house, the third side faces our neighbor with a pool’s eight foot high wooden fence and the fourth side faces out toward the other neighbor’s back yard fence and their house is about 150′ from ours.) So my half-naked streaking was not a bold and daring act in the least. I wanted to get there first because the hose had been lying in the sun and the initial surge of water would be warm.
I peeled off my shorts and pantries and doused myself, washing away the grime and stink from my hair and body. As I was finishing and the water was getting cold, Zach arrived and started to strip. As soon as he bent back up from picking up his shorts and undies, I shot a full stream at his crotch, hitting him right in his still erect Escort penis.
“Damn! That’s cold!” he shrieked. “What the….?”
“Just wanted to cool your jets and shrink your anticipation,” I giggled. I knew better than to hand him the nozzle, so I dropped it at my feet and dashed into the laundry room, pulling shut and locking the storm door, right before he sprayed it. I pressed my chest up against the glass and stuck my tongue out.
“You didn’t lock that door, did you?” Zach asked as he held the hose over his head rinsing away the results of a hot and humid day’s worth of work. “Pam? Did you?”
“Oh gosh. It might have accidentally locked when I closed it,” I teased. “Would that be a problem?”
“You’re not gonna make me run around naked to the front door are you? Seriously?”
“Run? Never. But if you were to walk around there, I promise I won’t lock that one too,” I said, knowing it was already locked. I wrapped myself in a towel from the laundry room and casually strolled to the front door. I got there several seconds before Zach, holding his hands to cover his privates, sneaked around the corner of the house and onto the front porch. When he reached for the handle and found it locked, his face went into panic mode.
“Ah, c’mon Pam. Really? Please?” he pleaded, looking back over his shoulder toward the street. I was just smiling on the other side of the glass, counting to ten. Then I unlocked it and held it open. He quickly dashed inside and stood against the wall, out of view of anyone who might be coming down the street or was watching from their window.
“In my defense,” I explained, “It was already locked.”
He reached out, grabbed my towel and yanked it off me, then ran into the living room, leaving me now totally exposed in front of the door. Foiling his intentions, I stood there a second before casually closing and locking the door behind me, at the time thinking,’I might be beginning to like the idea of being somewhat naked in public.’
Zach used my towel to dry off, then wrapped it around his waist and went into the kitchen. “I’ll start dinner while you get a shower,” he proclaimed.
“That’ll be great,” I replied, as I headed for the bathroom. “I’ll finish it up and set the table when I’m done so you can get cleaned up.”
“Deal,” he responded.
We were having a really nice meal and pleasant conversation, when out of the blue, Zach asks, “Do you know what a milking table is?” I froze for a second or two, never expecting that question to pop up at dinner.
“As a matter of fact, yes I do,” I proudly put forth. “Do you?” I had to ask.
“I believe it’s like a massage table, right? But there is a hole cutout so that my penis and testicles can stick through.”
“You are correct sir,” I answered, mimicking a late night talk show sidekick punchline. “And the hole allows……?”
“It gives you easy access to my junk so that…you know…you can jerk me off or maybe give me a blowjob,” Zach responded meekly.
My immediate thought was to not make fun of his embarrassment. After all, I’ve been coaxing him forever to be more open about, not just sexual things, but also about anything else.
“If this is something you want to try we can definitely figure something out,” I encouraged. “I mean, we could get a massage table and you’re handy enough to be able to cut out a hole, for sure. But, I’m a little tall to fit under that comfortably enough to enjoy doing you. What would be better is a set of old bunk beds we could set up in the basement. I’m sure we can find a cheap set on Marketplace. However, before we rush into that, I want to make sure it’s something we both will enjoy doing.”
“I had seen a video and it looked interesting and I thought it might be something you’d enjoy as well,” he stammered.
“Zach, dear, you’d don’t have to justify your desire to try something new, by adding that it might be something I’d enjoy as well. If you want to try it then we’ll try it. I always get pleasure out of making you feel good,” I added. “And, we don’t have to wait till we get a table. In fact, we should see if you enjoy the technique of milking before we spend any money. I’ve seen those videos and I think there’s a position we can do to simulate that technique.”
Just saying that out loud got the wheels in my mind turning, followed by a sudden rush of heat and moisture to my crotch. “Why don’t you clean up these dishes and the kitchen so I can get a few things ready?”
Zach couldn’t have grinned any Escort Bayan bigger. That only encouraged my “Nasty Pam” persona to show herself.
While he was doing his part, I went and got a blanket and covered the couch back, seat and front and also part of the flooring. I then went to the basement and got an item from our toy cabinet and hid it next to the couch. I made my way to our bedroom and stripped down to just my panties. I took the lube and the cock and ball cinch ring from our toy box. Then I grabbed my strap-on and removed the playtime dildo that was attached and replaced it with our serious 8 inch, flesh colored, circumcised, veins bulging, balls hard realistic silicone cock dildo. I’ve never used it on Zach before, but tonight’s the night.
I was sitting on the couch stroking my 8″ faux penis when Zach emerged from the kitchen.
“Is…. that for me?” he knowingly asked.
“Would you like it to be for you?” I teased.
“I’m not sure,” he confessed.
I got off the couch and walked over to him, stroking my “dick” as I did. I lifted up his shirt and pulled it over his head. My fingers immediately went to his nipples, and as I kissed him, I rubbed my dick against his crotch and thigh. I then yanked his shorts passed his knees, took my foot and pushed them down to the floor. He was already hard. I took my dick and his in my hands, rubbing them together as I sucked on his nipples.
“Take hold of mine and stroke it,” I instructed, as I began stroking him.
Zach did as asked.
We stood there, looking each other in the eyes. Zach was starting to drip. Then I turned and, holding onto his cock, led him to the couch. I sat on the edge, spread my legs and rested back on my arms.
“Kneel down between my legs,” I implored.
Zach shimmied into position.
“Would you like me to peg you tonight?”
“Yes.”
“I will. If you show me how you like your dick sucked.”
Zach didn’t hesitate. He wrapped two fingers around my fake cock. Then he slid them back and forth and began by licking just the tip and swirling his tongue around the crown before wrapping his lips around it. He stroked it a few more times before he started bobbing his head back and forth, taking in about 5 inches, his lips sucking hard on each backward motion. He then lifted it up, running his tongue down to the balls before licking and sucking on them. When he return his attention back to the cock, sliding his lips up and down both sides, before plunging it back into his mouth, his other hand was playing with the balls. He also moved my panties aside and partially slipped a finger into my pussy.
“Why did you put your finger in my pussy? You’re supposed to be showing me how you like your cock sucked,” I asked.
He stopped and answered, “I was imagining it was your asshole. I mean, my asshole…you know what I mean.” He returned to sucking me off.
My thoughts immediate went to, ‘Maybe there will be a time when I can watch him do that to a real cock.’ My panties were drenched. I let him continue for a couple more minutes.
“That was so fucking hot,” I complimented him.
As I scooched back on the couch, I told him to turn around and lay against me, between my legs. I’m not sure he could feel my nipples poking his back, but I could certainly feel his back rubbing my nipples. I placed my feet on his thighs, pinning his arms down as I reached around and started teasing his nipples. First, by just rubbing them. Eventually, I was pinching, flicking and pulling on them. I watched as his dick was throbbing and twitching, begging to be touched. When I had him squirming and begging me to touch it, I lifted my legs up and trapped his cock with my feet. I moved my legs back and forth, rubbing that cock. He was leaking pre-cum, sweating and moaning. I squeezed harder on his nipples.
After a couple minutes I stopped, allowing him to catch his breath. I handed him the cock and ball cinch ring.
“Put this on. I want that cock to stay extremely hard for awhile,” I explained. Zach reached down, lifted his balls and put it over them and his cock and cinched it tight. I yanked on it just to make sure it was as tight as possible.
I removed myself from beneath him and had him kneel on the floor facing the couch and place his arms on the seat portion. I took our spreader bar, that I had gotten from the basement, and attached it to his ankles. As I pushed it open, spreading his legs, I said to him, ” Let me know when to stop.” I reached the number Bayan Escort five setting when he said, “Stop.” For good measure, I opened it up to number six.
I whispered in his ear, “Is this okay? Because, before I peg you I really wanna rim you with my tongue. Would you like that?”
With his face buried in the cushions he just nodded.
I knelt down between his legs and pulled his cock back as far as I could. The spreader bar works wonders for rimming, spreading his ass cheeks wide apart, giving me easy access to his pucker hole. I began by running my tongue the entire length of the underside of his cock, his balls, and over his taint before stopping at his asshole. I circled it slowly, teasing him, wanting to make him moan, before pushing it against the opening, trying to penetrate. That made him moan. I lapped at it, licked it hard and finally, pulling it open with my fingers, I stuck my tongue in as deep as I could. Zach flinched, arching his back and actually growled. I pulled it back out and continued to lick and suck it. I then lubed up my two fingers and plunged them in and out, preparing him for what would come next.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop? Are you ready?” I asked.
Zach took a deep breath and kiddingly said, “If you stop now, I’ll kill you. But you are going to milk me, right?”
I lubed up the dildo and positioned it up against his waiting ass. The coldness of the lube made him shudder.
“Oh, I’m going to milk you. Right after I fuck you.” And with that I forced the head of the dildo passed his sphincter.
“Ohhhhh God!” Zach screamed and started panting so hard I was afraid he might hyperventilate. I stopped to let him recoup. “Don’t stop,” he urged.
I had no plans on stopping. Inch by inch I slowly pushed that dick into his ass until the balls bottomed out. I held it still for just a moment.
“God….that feels…. incredible,” he stuttered. “Go ahead. Fuck me.”
Fuck him I did. I started slow, savoring the sight of that cock sliding in and out of his ass. I loved how, because of its size, I could see it spreading his sphincter open as I pulled it back. I imagined it was what my pussy must look like when I’m being fucked. Pumping him slowly, I reached out, got the lube and squirted some more on my cock, knowing he’d need it when I pick up the pace.
“Harder, please,” Zach pleaded. That pleasantly shocked me a little bit, I must admit. It was sooner that I expected. So pick up the pace I did. I steadied my stance and holding onto his hips, I began plunging that cock harder and faster, making sure not to let myself slip into that mode where I lose control and go blank. Zach began pushing his ass back to meet my thrusts as we got into a frantic rhythm. Sweat was running down my chest, over my nipples and dripping onto his back. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, it could have been five minutes, ten minutes. I didn’t know because I had gone dark. I had slipped into that space where I lose control and go blank. When I finally came out it, I reached under and began rapidly stroking his cock. I had never felt him so hard. We were both gasping for breath and I was just about to collapse onto him when Zach screamed and orgasmed, shooting several streams of cum onto the couch beneath us. I kept jerking him until he had no more to give and when he fell forward, the dildo slipped out of his ass. I fell to my knees on the floor and planted my chest on his rear, both of us totally spent.
“I’m sorry Zach. I got carried away,” I apologized between deep breaths. “I was going to milk you, like you wanted, but I lost myself while fucking you.”
Zach turned around and sat up. I fell between his legs. “That’s okay…. I’m glad you didn’t stop…..I always love when you peg me…. But tonight, wow,….that was something else.”
I couldn’t help myself. His cock was right there, an inch from my face, still hard and leaking. I took my hand and guided it into my mouth. His cum was still warm. My other hand slid under his balls and loosened the cinch ring. I rose up on my knees and began sucking him off. I wanted him to cum again. I’d made him cum twice in a night a couple of times before and I wanted this to be another.
I looked up at him and said, “Play with your nipples, I want you to cum in my mouth.”
I watched as he started. I felt his cock twitch as I placed my lips around it. My fingers fondling his balls, I sucked on just the tip. My tongue pushed against his peehole. His cock responded by swelling. I could feel his balls tightening. I stroked him faster, keeping my lips around the crown and my tongue flicking the tip until he tensed, arched his back and shot whatever cum he had left into my throat. I sucked on him until he begged me to stop.
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