Friday, February 6, 2009

Showers With the Team

What a liberating thing to give up one’s will to an external force too great to resist. I
might as well begin by telling you that I am an addict. I thirst for all of him, I love to taste him,
the slippery texture of his offering makes me flow, and the feeling of the splash across my skin
sends me into spasms. I could engulf him, surround him, envelop him all day, longing for the
reward at the end of it all. I used to make my boyfriend give me his juice in a jar, so I could
mix it with suntan lotion and rub it all over my body at the beach. The hot sun beating on my
browning breasts and tummy would bring out the strong scent of my lover and, by the end of the
day, I’d be near delirium. With that background, let me describe the ultimate addict’s fantasy, a
fantasy that came true for me.

My husband is a baseball player who plays first base for a Midwestern farm club. During
the summer, while he’s away playing ball, I lie in the sun in our backyard, dreaming of how I’m
going to swing my baby’s bat when he gets home. I always lie in the sun nude; there’s no other
way. My husband loves my skin to be a deep, golden brown. “It contrasts so nicely with my
cum,” he tells me.

One blistering afternoon, I decided to take the afternoon off from work to lie by the pool
in the backyard. My hubby would be at the ballpark, practicing, so I’d have some hot, peaceful
hours alone, during which time I could fantasize and masturbate myself into a frenzy. I rushed
home from work and ran excitedly into the house. My panties were wet and my nipples were
begging beneath my thin, cotton blouse. In about ten seconds, after entering the front door, all
of my clothes lay in a heap on the floor.

I thought it might be nice to get a little high ( I get even hornier), so I took a couple of hits
and then ran upstairs to get my beach towel and lotion. Then, I skipped back down to the
kitchen and poured myself a glass of rum. Grabbing my shades and a copy of my favorite
erotica, I padded out into the blazing sun and toward the far side of the pool.

The hot walkway next to the pool caressed the soft bottoms of my feet, and the sun
pouring across my breasts, belly and ass felt incredibly sensual. When I reached the far side of
the pool, I spread the towel out on the ground and set my drink and magazine down. Slowly and
deliberately, I squeezed white, creamy, tanning lotion onto my breasts and stomach then smeared
it all over the front side of my solar-charged body. The pot was beginning to take effect and all
of the blood in my body seemed to be rushing into my clitoris. The sensation of my slippery
fingers gliding across the even more slippery folds of my opening flower caused me to close my
eyes and take a short gasp of the broiling air. Already, tiny beads of sweat were starting to form
on my chest and back. I stood next to the glimmering pool, massaging the unsheathed head of
my little button and kneading the firm flesh of my breasts until the muscles in my abdomen
began to grow taut. Then, giggling at my hedonism, I dove into the cool, clear water. The
water felt like silk as it flowed between my legs and over my pursed nipples. My clitoris
screamed for immediate attention.

I climbed out of the water and walked over to the towel, took a long sip of rum and
settled down to some serious reading and long, languorous masturbation. The pot had really
taken effect, and it was difficult for me to concentrate on anything other than bodily stimulation.
Every word I read seemed erotic, somehow, and I felt as though I was personally involved in
every fantasy that I read. I experienced several small waves of pleasure, but I made a conscious
effort to keep from climaxing; I wanted the feelings to last all afternoon. Finally, after what
seemed like hours, I couldn’t stand my self-imposed torture any longer. I stood up ( I love to
cum in that position) and gently eased the middle finger of my left hand into my ass. The sweat
rolling down my back and between my firm cheeks provided more than enough lubrication. I
started sliding the finger in and out of my rectum, slowly, while the fingers of my right hand
danced tantalizingly over my clit. Things started to heat up rather quickly and soon my head
was spinning with delight. No wonder I didn’t hear the cars drive up to the house.

The rhythm of my hands was driving me delirious, and when I finally started pumping
two fingers deep into my dripping cunt, I closed my eyes and started the climb toward a glorious
climax. My back arched and my hips thrusted, spasmodically, against my plunging fingers. I
started moaning, softly, but the moaning soon was replaced by loud gasps and groans and,
finally, by cries of pure animal delight as glorious wave after wave of orgasm wracked my body.
Lights and colors swirled in my head and I became dizzy and collapsed onto my blanket where I
lay panting and sweat-soaked beneath the steaming sun.

Suddenly, from somewhere in my blissful half-dream state, I heard a voice say, “Beautiful
show, baby.” I was startled at first, but instantly felt a familiar flood of warmth when I opened
my eyes and saw my beautiful husband standing next to me, stroking his long, rigid cock.

“Practice was called off today because of the heat,” he said. Then, with a mischievous
smile, he teased, “Are you all worn out?”

“My tongue isn’t tired,” I teased back, licking my lips. “Get over here so I can lick those
sweaty balls.”

My man was facing the house as I rose to my knees and started licking his shaft like it
was a popsicle. The pot I’d smoked made me hungry and I imagined the cock and balls to be
sausage and meatballs, banana and plums, sucker and marshmallows. His shaft was soon
dripping with saliva as I alternated between deep-throating him and jerking him off while I
sucked on his balls. Every time he tensed up, I’d squeeze his meat at the base and roll the tip of
his pecker between my lips. Sweat was streaming down his chest and down the hot crack of his
ass. I was so focused and so totally involved in what I was doing that I didn’t notice, for a long
time, that I had an audience.

I suddenly became aware of a presence to one side of me and stopped sucking long
enough to glance over my shoulder. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Four of my husband’s
buddies from the team were gathered around. None of them had clothes on and they all
appeared very excited. I could even see some clear drops of pre-cum oozing from the tips of a
couple of twitching cocks. At first, I was scared. I looked up at my man and he smiled down at
me as if to assure me that everything was O.K. My lips and hands began to quiver, and then I
sank back, with a groan of lust and abandonment, back onto the shining muscle that hung in front
of my lips.

Apparently convinced that I was not offended by their presence, the other guys gathered
closer to watch the fireworks. I made up my mind that I was going to give them everything and
more than they could imagine. Playfully, I gazed up at my lover, the head of his engorged penis
resting on my tongue. I reached between my legs and seductively slid my fingers across the
slick folds of my labia. When my hands glistened with my own juices, reached between my
man’s strong legs and slowly pushed a finger deep into his tight little asshole. I started purring
to him, “Squirt me, baby . . . all over my lips . . . Fuck my mouth . . . feed it to me, yeah . . . .”

As I urged him on, I increased the tempo of my finger pumping into his ass, and my other
hand jerked him with short, quick, strokes. His hips began to shake. I could tell that the cream
was ready to flow out of his furry balls. When I was sure he could hold back no longer, I warned
my appreciative audience, “Watch this, boys; your turns are next.”

I pumped my lover’s muscle hard while the tip of my tongue tickled the underside of his
purple helmet. With a long, guttural moan, my lover’s floodgates opened and stream after long,
white stream of his delicious cum splashed across my lips and cheeks, dripping from my chin
onto my breasts, running in warm rivulets down my neck. I was in heaven. I could taste and
smell and feel my lover’s cream all over me, and I was excited like never before because of the
audience that crowded around me. As I kneeled in front of my lover’s shining pole, fondling it,
rubbing its cum-slickened head across my lips and cheek, I heard a moan from behind me and
turned just in time to catch a big load of hot sperm with my tongue as it cascaded out of the very
thick tube of one of my excited guests.

My clitoris was rock hard and begging for attention, so I sprawled out on the grass under
the still spurting cock and masturbated while trying to catch the last sputtering drops in my
mouth. I guess the picture of my writhing, wet body was too much for the rest of the guys
because, one-by-one, they started unloading their precious cargo onto me. Cum rained down on
me from all over the place. I was masturbating furiously as hot juice splattered my body. I
rubbed the slick stuff all over. I washed my face in it and ground it, desperately, into my pussy
until, whimpering and moaning, half-laughing and half-crying, I succumbed to a mind-blowing
orgasm that left me breathless and wasted.

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