Stranded 6 - X X X Erotica

“Oh, I do love having a large cock in my arse!” she moaned, “It’s so

very naughty!”

Head thrown back, eyelids aflutter, she started fucking me with short

strokes that let my glans slip in and out of her inner sphincter,

sending shockwaves up my spine, and, from the expression on her face,

having a similar effect on her!

Suddenly, she was all business!

“Right!” she said, “That’s done it! Now let’s see if we can’t work the

tension out of this thing!”

With a smile she rose to the top and dropped, all the way to the

bottom! Again and again, she lifted herself, only to plunge back down!

My hips rose to meet her, as my cock reveled in the gritty warmth of

her nether passage!

As much as the physical sensation, the transported expression on her

beautiful face and the cooing sounds emanating from her throat excited

and drove me onward! Our pelvises slapped wetly together, as excess

lubricant splattered all over the room!

After the slow buildup, this rapid self-rape of her tender asshole

quickly drove me over the edge. My reproductive system turned itself

inside out in its effort to blast everything it had into the lovely,

greasy ass of the young actress!

Her eyes flew open wide as she felt the pulsing of my cock and the

spreading warmth in her bowels, and she threw her head back and

screamed her climax at the rafters!

Moments later, she collapsed, gasping, onto my heaving chest. My

shrinking rod spasmed and twitched within her and her sphincter

squeezed and milked the softening member in response.

When we finally caught our breath, Parminder gingerly raised herself

and let me slip out of her, saying hoarsely, “There, that’s relaxed

the pesky bugger!”

I couldn’t muster the strength for a laugh, but only smiled

contentedly as the lovely Sikh slipped off my body and the table.

“Shower?” she asked.

I made a feeble hand gesture and struggled to drag myself off the

table. I grabbed a slippery nipple and led her, eyes wide, a couple of

doors down the hall. Releasing her nipple with a grin, I bowed her

into the shower room I use after workouts. She set the water controls

and waited for the hot water to reach the shower head.

Peering seductively over one dusky shoulder, her disheveled hair half

covering her face, she asked, “Coming?”

“Already have!” I quipped, then, “But I’d love to shower with you!”

She acknowledged my attempt at humor with a twisted smile, and stepped

aside to make room for me under the spray.

It took almost a full bar of soap to get all that massage oil off our

bodies. She washed my back, then turned hers for me to wash.  I soaped

my front thoroughly, then plastered myself to her back, my reawakening

cock slithering up and down the crevice between her buttocks as I

moved my body in something approximating a circular motion.

“Having fun?” she asked, not moving away.

“Why, yes!” I replied, “Yes I am! A lot of fun!”

Realizing that about the only thing this would offer her was some

nasty thoughts, I relented and stepped back, completing the job with

the soapy wash cloth. Since her buttocks and the area between her legs

had gotten the most greasing, they naturally required the most

washing, but I figured the washcloth would be too rough for those

sensitive parts, so I soaped up my hand and gave them a thorough

cleansing, taking care not to delve too deeply, especially into her

ass. (Anyone who’s tried it knows that soap is more of an irritant to

those tender tissues than a lubricant, no matter what fantasies arise

because of its slipperiness!)

Parmider was panting heavily by the time I finished rinsing her, hands

supporting herself against the wall, and when I took the shower wand

off the wall, aiming its spray between her widespread thighs, her

moans echoed loudly in the tiled chamber. I twisted the control ring,

producing three strong, pulsing streams from the center of the face,

then planted it at her gaping anal opening.

She cried out, but thrust backward to receive the warm flood as it

pounded its way inward. The face of the wand formed enough of a seal

against her flesh that very little of the water escaped, and Parminder

almost swooned as the warmth flooded her guts. When I judged that she

was on the edge of discomfort, I removed the wand and allowed the

brown water to gush out, carrying the remains of our sex down the

drain.

“Oh!” she cried in dismay, as her sphincter, unable to stem the tide,

sprayed the floor of the shower stall with the contents of her lower

intestinal tract. I could swear she blushed!

I rinsed the remains away, then with a hand on her belly, pulled her

hips backward to position them for one more rinse. As I sealed the

wand against her quivering anus, Parminder gasped, “You wicked, evil

man! What are you doing…AAAAAGGGHHH!”

She came, mid-sentence, and panted the last two words “…to me?!”

I stood and whispered, close to her ear, keeping the wand sealed

tightly in place, “Apparently, I’m making you feel very good!”

She cried out and came again as her belly distended, then gasped

“…and very wicked! What I told Maury was very wrong! You, Nick

Stafford, are no gentleman!”

“Never claimed to be!” I grinned, twisting the wand a little for

emphasis.

This time the discharge was almost clear, and once I had washed it

down the drain, I put the wand back in its bracket and turned

Parminder to face me. I placed her hands around my neck and, reaching

between her thighs, lifted her by her tight little buttocks, her legs

draped over my arms.

As I lowered her onto my erect cock, she said, with a worried

expression, “Not there Nick! It’s too big!”

“Hold yourself up for a moment.” I told her.

When I felt her arms tighten around my neck, her face still showing

worry, I moved my hands and locked them in the small of her back so

that her knees bent over my forearms.

“Now, use your arms and legs to control the depth.”

She tried it experimentally and smiled when she realized that as long

as I didn’t move, she had complete control. With my hands locked

behind her, and her doing all the work, I expended very little effort

as she gingerly slid up and down my rampant cock.

Her passion mounted as she impaled herself further and further on my

shaft. She leaned forward and locked me in a fiery kiss as her tight

little tube squeezed and massaged my raging hard-on. Her lips were

soft and sweet as they melted against mine and our tongues danced

within the joined cavities. She moaned into my mouth and came softly,

shuddering against me.

When she came up for air, I said “Look.” Nodding downward to indicate

the juncture of our pelvises.

She came again when she saw her pubic hair mingled with mine and

realized that she’d taken all of me without discomfort!

When her spasms ceased there was a fire in her gaze as she rasped,

“Fuck me, Nick! Now that I’ve got it all, I want it all! Fuck me good

and hard!”

I moved my hands back to her buttocks as she relinquished control and

pulled her legs up to rest on my shoulders. I took a couple of

tentative strokes, testing the waters. When she showed no discomfort,

even seemed impatient with my caution, I raised her bottom to the very

top of my shaft and dropped it! At the same time my hips slammed

upward, and my shower nymph screamed and spasmed through another

orgasm!

“Again!” she rasped, and I obliged.

For the next five minutes I ravished her willing pussy, and each time

I hammered the end of tunnel, she came!

With my own climax approaching fast, and my arms beginning to tire, I

backed her up to the tiled wall and simply pounded her against it,

harder and faster with each stroke! Her cries, moans and squirming

body gave me to know that she was cumming continuously, and it wasn’t

long before I joined her, pumping what meager offerings my middle-aged

body could scrape together in the wake of its previous depletion, deep

into her clutching, spasming body! What my ejaculation lacked in

quantity, it more than made up for in quality! Stars burst behind my

eyes and my knees lost the ability to hold us up! We slid slowly down

the wall, my valiant member still trying to spit something, anything,

into Parminder’s nearly comatose body!

When next I was aware of my surroundings, the water from the shower

was beginning to cool, and Parminder was planting a series of small,

tender kisses all over my face.

I reached up and turned off the water, slowly, carefully extracting

myself from Parminder’s twitching pussy.

As she clumsily got to her feet, supported by the wall and my hand,

the young actress said, “Do you realize that this is the first time in

my life I’ve had sex just for the sake of having sex?”

“Casting couches?” I asked, “I would have thought those had fallen

into disuse.”

“They have, except for adult movies.” she replied, “Sex is so easily

available in and around the industry that an actor would have to be

fatuous to believe that sleeping with someone would get her a juicy

part. Still, there are certain people to whom a fledgling actor

doesn’t say ‘no’. It’s never blatant, but the implication is always

there: ‘Put out or get out!’”

“Hmmm…!” I tried to think of something sympathetic to say, but

sympathy has never been my strong suit, so I said, “Well, I hope you

find many other occasions for recreational sex! I’ll certainly do

whatever my poor, tired old body can manage to help with that!”

She hit me with a wet fist, “‘Poor, tired old body’! That ‘poor, tired

old body’ has nearly destroyed this young, energetic one, I’ll have

you know!”

We dried off in silence and headed for our separate rooms. I had just

turned out the lights and settled in to sleep when I felt the covers

lift, and Parminder slipped in, her naked back spooned to my equally

naked front. I put an arm around her soft, warm body and fell

contentedly to sleep.

Parminder was my guest for three more days. Sex, after the night she

gave me her ‘naughty massage’, was slower, sweeter, and less urgent.

She slept in my bed the rest of her stay, and I couldn’t have been

happier. No one had shared my bed for any length of time since my wife

died, but this felt, well, right.

When it was time to drive her to the airport, I took her bags out

while she put the finishing touches on her hair and make-up.  I waited

in the yard and when she emerged, looking somehow younger than when I

first met her, she headed for the truck, parked near the barn.

“I think we’ll take something a little more comfortable for this

trip,” I said, triggering the garage door remote, “unless you really

want to be dropped off at the airport in a farm truck.”

She turned at the sound of the door opening and her eyebrows rose

almost to her hairline when she saw the collection of vintage cars

behind the rising doors. I guess I had forgotten to mention how much I

enjoyed restoring old vehicles, not just the truck.

I donned the chauffeur’s cap I had hidden behind my back, and opened

the passenger compartment door of the classic Rolls, offering my hand

to help her in.

“Amazing!” she said in wonder as she took in the pristine condition of

the leather and the polished wood.

I climbed into the open driving compartment, and started the engine,

giving it a few minutes  to warm up. When it was purring like a

kitten, I pushed in the clutch and put the shift lever into first.

Just as I was about to let the clutch out, I heard the window behind

me slide open, and turned to see what my passenger wanted, being

careful not to release the clutch.

“Wait!” was all she said, then I heard the passenger door open and she

rushed around the front of the car to climb in beside me. “There!

That’s much better! I won’t have you treated like an employee!”

I grinned at her reminder of how I scolded her when we first met, and

slowly let the clutch out while giving it some gas. The powerful

engine made little noise as the Rolls slid smoothly out onto the

driveway.

“Will you come visit me, Nick?” Parminder asked, hopefully.

I met her gaze steadily and said, “Probably not, Parminder. I like

what I’ve got here, and don’t particularly want to get mixed up with

that crowd. You probably wouldn’t benefit from it either, since I tend

to speak my mind.”

She nodded, understanding, but not pleased.

“You’re welcome here, though.” I said, “Anytime!”

I see her now, once or twice a year, and though we still enjoy sex

together, we’re more like old friends. I’ve built the east fence

around the pool area so high that no one on those hills is going to

get a shot into that area, and I’ve covered the entire fenced portion

with reflective material that lets plenty of light through, but keeps

out prying eyes from helicopters and the like. It’s not enough light

for sunbathing, but one must make concessions. Oh yeah, I now have a

kennel full of guard dogs that do a better job of discouraging

intruders than my signs.

When Parminder’s not around, I roll back the reflective cover and let

anybody who wants to spend the money for a chopper take pictures of

me.  My drinking buddies and I got a good laugh the first time my

nudes appeared in National Enquirer, but now they’re only good for a

few chuckles before the subject changes.  I will say, though, that the

local girls, of all ages, have shown considerably more interest in me

since those pictures started coming out! You’d be surprised how many

of them want to have sex by the pool!