Cleo 3 Saturday

For the past ten minutes, my half awake brain had fantasised that Cleo would wake me up with a blowjob, and my cock was hard with expectation. When I was finally fully awake I felt across the bed for her, thinking I would snuggle my erection against the warmth of her arse and nature would take its course.

She wasn't there.

I sat up and looked around. Our clothes were scattered around the floor where we had discarded them last night as we had undressed each other, but there was no sign of Cleo. Not bothering with clothes, I wandered into the living room, then out onto the deck. Still no sign of her, but the car was there so I hadn't frightened her off with my amazing performance in bed last night. I grinned to myself as I remembered the drive down from the city; her teasing truck drivers as we passed them, my taking her from behind as she bent over the bonnet of the car, she getting herself off as we drove, and then and our amazing tumble in bed last night.

When we arrived last night we could hear the waves breaking on the beach, but now in the soft morning light, I could see the beach and ocean a hundred metres away across some low dunes. It was a warm morning, but not hot, and there was a low cloud. As I stood there enjoying the morning, I was suddenly conscious that I was naked, though my erection had subsided. There was nobody nearby, but I could see two figures several hundred metres away, walking towards me. As they got closer I realised that one of them was Cleo and she was walking with another woman. I pulled on shorts and a tee shirt and made a plunger of coffee.

Cleo arrived twenty minutes later, her hair was wet and her tee shirt clung to her skin, her nipples visible through the thin material. She had obviously been for a swim. She gave me a slightly lingering kiss on the lips and I poured her a coffee.

"Finally awake, sleepy head," she teased.

"It was a good sleep," I replied. "It was a good night," I smiled.

"Mmm, it was, you were," she grinned, then she walked into my arms and we kissed properly.

"I woke up early, the sun was just up, and you were so soundly asleep I didn't want to wake you. I went for a walk, ended up having a swim, I skinny dipped which was fun."

"I wish you'd woken me," I complained, pouting theatrically.

"Mmmm, I promised you a morning blowjob, didn't I."

I looked at her hopefully. She really was the most stunningly beautiful woman. She returned my gaze.

"But we're up now, and you need to feed me breakfast. I need to recoup some of the energy I used last night. And besides, I think I'm going to tease you mercilessly this morning then when I get you into bed later, you will be fully primed to fuck." As she spoke she had rummaged through her bag and had pulled out a handful of scarves, which she held up. "I'm going to tie you to the bed later. Is that OK?"

"Oh fuck." I sighed. "That's cruel." I walked over to her, grabbed a handful of her hair, and bent her head back, exposing her neck, and sinking my teeth in gently. I ran my other hand up inside her shirt to cup her breast, massaging her hardening nipple. She moaned into my ear but then pushed me away. I persisted, pushing her back against the kitchen bench. My cock was hardening now and I pushed myself against her belly as I kissed her hard and moved my hand from her hair and slid it inside her bikini bottoms. She bit my lip.

"We can fuck now if you want," she panted, "but if you let me tease you for the morning. If you let me tie you up later, then tonight, I'll be your fuck toy. I'll do anything you ask. I promise not to say no."

I stood back, panting with desire, looking at her, looking up at me. Her face was flushed and I could smell her arousal. I let out a long breath, trying to calm myself down.

"Anything?" I queried.

"Anything that doesn't get me arrested or sent to hospital," she confirmed, biting her lower lip. "I've never said that to a guy before."

I let out another long breath.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

We decided to go for a drive, and hope the day warmed up enough for a swim after lunch. Cleo wore very short shorts and a tight tee shirt without a bra. We found a short walk to a lookout and as I walked up the steep track behind Cleo, she waved her arse at me like a flag, and several times found an excuse to bend over to look at something at her feet. Each time, she'd look back over her shoulder and give me a wicked grin.

I asked who she was walking with on the beach.

"Our neighbour, her name's Sarah. She's here with her boyfriend. I didn't get his name, but she's pissed off with him."

I laughed. "What's he done?"

"I didn't get any details, but she's been thinking about breaking up with him for a while, but she thought she would see if a weekend together made things better. It hasn't."

"You got all that from a ten minute walk on the beach?" I was amazed.

"More like thirty. She needed to unload. Then we went skinny dipping together and now we are suddenly best friends."

"Wow."

We returned to the car, and my mind was full of images of Cleo and Sarah naked together in the surf. Even though I had no idea what Sarah looked like, my mind provided several options.

We explored a nearby village that seemed to sell mainly tourist bumf and found a pub overlooking a beach for lunch. Over lunch Cleo had continued the teasing; asking me if I wanted to be blindfolded as well as being tied up, if she should be naked as she took me in her mouth, or if she should keep her clothes on, whether I wanted to come in her mouth or her pussy, or if I wanted her to spray my cum over my belly and chest. Any opportunity she got, she ran her fingernails up my thigh or rubbed her breasts against my arm or chest.

I'm pretty sure that two guys at a neighbouring table heard at least some of her questions, and that had me even more aroused.

As we were leaving Cleo suddenly headed over to another table and started chatting to the couple sitting there. I followed her over.

"Peter, this is Sarah, our neighbour." She didn't introduce the guy.

Sarah was absolutely stunning. She had long black hair, a firm fit body and a smile that washed over me. She looked me up and down with a mischievous smile and I wondered what Cleo had shared with her on the beach this morning. The image of the two of them skinny dipping came back into my mind, stronger than ever, now that I knew how hot Sarah was.

I said g'day to the guy, which he acknowledged, but he didn't really engage with us. He seemed to be angry or depressed. Cleo said goodbye and we headed to the car.

When we got back to the house, Cleo skipped ahead so that she was halfway up the stairs before I reached the bottom. Then, with her arse at my eye level, she pushed her shorts and panties down to her knees, then shimmied them to the ground. I moved forward up the stairs and reached for her, but she darted up to the deck, turned to face me then pulled the tee shirt over her head, and stood looking down at me, wearing just her sandals and some jewellery. I'm glad the neighbours were out.

I moved slowly up the stairs, my gaze moving over her body. I felt like I was stalking her and I felt the anticipation building, knowing that I was about to have my cock buried in this amazing woman.

She opened the door and I followed her into the bedroom where I pulled her to me and we kissed passionately, our morning of teasing about to be satisfied. She undressed me while we kissed and my hands explored her body and she explored mine, then she pushed me quite forcefully and I fell backwards onto the bed.

Quickly, she straddled my chest and pinned my arms to the mattress.

"Stay," she ordered as she reached under a pillow and pulled out a handful of scarves.

I hadn't forgotten about her wanting to tie me up, but not now, please. I needed to fuck. I rolled her onto her back and pushed my knees between hers, forcing her legs apart.

"I need you now," I told her, as she looked up at me with a disappointed look on her face.

"Anything," is all she said.

I looked at her quizzingly as I stroked my erection across her pussy.

"I'm really horny right now, and I'm really wet. You could just push into me and stretch me open with your beautiful cock. But if you do that, I'll take back my offer of 'anything' for this evening."

Decisions... I rolled off her with a sigh, my cock pointing at the wall behind me.

Cleo returned to her position, straddling my belly, and took each of my hands and tied them to the bedhead in a loose vee, then she did the same with my feet, spreading them further apart. When she had finished, she stood back and admired her handiwork.

"I'm intending to come at least twice before I'll let you come," she told me as she traced her fingers across her breasts and pulled hard on her nipples.

She returned to straddle me again, sitting lightly on my belly, her hands on the bed beside my shoulders, then she started kissing my neck. As her lips moved down my body, she gradually slid her arse lower until my cock was nestled against her pussy. As she licked and bit gently on my nipples, she slid her pussy back and forward along my cock, then she moved both her mouth and arse lower, kissing across my belly and grinding her pussy against my thigh.

When her mouth reached my cock she looked up at me and made eye contact as she wrapped her hand around me, holding me straight up, and licked and sucked just the head like it was an ice cream cone. I moaned appreciatively

She started stroking me quite firmly, as she gradually took more of my cock in her mouth, finally bobbing slowly using her lips, tongue and hand to get me completely erect. I started to thrust into her mouth.

She looked up at me.

"Do you want to fuck now, should I just impale myself on your gorgeous cock, ride you until I come?" she asked.

I nodded, knowing it wasn't going to happen. Knowing she hadn't even started playing with me yet.

"Yeah, right. Not yet," she confirmed as she turned around, straddling me again but so that she was facing away from me, and lowered her pussy to my mouth.

"You know what to do."

I love eating Cleo's pussy. The way she responds as I use my tongue and fingers to excite her, also excites me. She is very vocal, and her pussy gets wet and swollen as I grip her thighs, helping to control her movements and slide one or two fingers into her as my tongue dances on her clit. But this afternoon, with my hands tied to the headboard, I had to rely on her to move where she wanted. I lifted my head and ran my tongue the length of her slit, opening her, and she sighed loudly, she lifted away from me for a moment, then lowered herself again, a bit lower this time, and I repeated the action with my tongue, sliding deeper this time. She held herself there and I began to taste her arousal as I continued to explore her inner folds.

"Find my clit," she ordered in a voice deep with arousal, as she shifted her position slightly to give me more direct access to the centre of her pleasure.

I ran my tongue around her nub, then took it gently between my lips and hummed quietly. She moaned loudly and pushed herself more firmly against my mouth. She started teasing herself, moving her clit out of reach of my tongue, but encouraging me to explore her depths, then bringing her clit back for more oral ministrations.

I could feel my cock was hard, resting against my belly. I knew from the way that she was straddling me, with her hands resting on the mattress beside my legs, that she was looking down at my cock. Was she going to initiate a sixty-nine, was she going to touch me with her hand or take me in her mouth, or lick along my length? No such luck.

Her breathing became more laboured, sighs becoming moans, moans becoming panting as she rode my tongue, grinding herself against me. When she came she cried out as she gripped my head between her thighs and shook through her orgasm.

She held herself there for a while, and I kissed her thighs and pussy. But when I started to play with her clit again she rolled off me, telling me that she was too sensitive. She turned around and snuggled into my shoulder, but rested one hand gently on my cock.

"Have you thought of what depraved and perverted activities you are going to ask me to do this evening," she finally asked, smiling against my skin. "Don't tell me now, I'm just wondering if you are thinking about it?"

"There is one thing, but I'm not sure that we could arrange it by tonight."

"Oh," she replied excitedly. "Does it require equipment," she giggled.

"Maybe some planning, preparation," I replied.

She looked at me questionably, gave my cock a squeeze, then stroked it firmly before rolling across me to nibble on my nipples. I felt a surge of warmth in my groin. She knows how much I love her playing with my nipples.

When I was hard in her hand she straddled me again, then held herself over my cock as she slid the tip along her slit, moistening me with her pussy juices. We made eye contact as she lowered herself onto me, my cock sinking into the warmth of her pussy. When she had my full length inside her, she held herself still for a moment before squeezing me with her pussy muscles. I tried to thrust up into her, but she rode me expertly, not letting me get any friction with her pussy, then she slid off me, but held me softly with her hand.

"I love the way your cock feels as it slides into me, the way you stretch me open," she sighed as she stroked the tip against her pussy.

She lowered herself again and took in half my length, then she started rising and falling, riding my cock, but never letting more than half my length enter her body. When I started to thrust into her, she lifted off, smiling down at me mischievously.

Looking up at her perfect body, her firm breasts undulating as she rode me, her hazel eyes closed with pleasure, then staring into mine as she assessed my reaction, her long hair framing her face, I desperately needed to come. I struggled against my bonds, which made Cleo tease me even more.

"Please, I need to come," I begged.

"Am I being cruel," she asked as she slipped off me, then shuffled down the bed, leant forward, and ran her tongue around the head of my cock.

"Mmm, pussy flavoured cock tastes different," she commented. "I said I wanted to come twice, before I'd let you come, remember."

"You bitch," I half laughed, half groaned.

"This bitch has your cock in her mouth, so be nice."

As she said this, she moved up over me again, straddling my chest, her pussy just a hands width in front of my mouth, she sat up straight. She brought her hands up to cup her breasts, then started to massage and pull on her nipples, working them harder than I would have. Then she slipped one hand down between her legs and let out a little sigh as she slipped a finger along her slit and massaged herself gently.

She was quick and efficient getting herself off. I watched as her fingers moved from deep in her pussy to her clit, where she used her fingertips as well as the palm of her hand to work her sensitive nub. She had her eyes closed and I assumed that she was having a fantasy fuck in her head, but she rocked back and forward on my chest, so I was at least peripherally involved. When she came she gripped my sides with her knees as she panted through her pleasure.

Eventually she rolled off me, still breathing hard, and lay quietly for a while with her eyes closed, one hand still resting, almost protectively, over her pussy. When she opened her eyes she looked over at me.

"Yum," she sighed.

"What were you thinking about," I asked her?

"That, my lover, you may never know," she told me with a big smile.

I pouted a bit with fake disappointment, then I looked down at my cock, hoping that she would get the message.

She looked down at my cock too.

"This little soft thing," she enquired. "This isn't much use to me." But she wrapped one hand around my semi hard erection and squeezed me firmly.

"You know what to do," I told her, repeating her own words back to her.

She watched my cock, fascinated as she used her hand expertly and I grew to be fully hard. Then, continuing to stroke me firmly, she started kissing my neck, nibbling on my ear lobe, then moved down to lick and suck on my nipples. I was quickly thrusting against her hand.

Then she let go of me and rolled off the bed.

"Noooo," I pleaded as I watched her pad across the room and rummage in her bag. Then she held up a bottle of massage oil and my feeling of frustration turned to anticipation.

She knelt between my legs again and poured a generous amount of oil over my cock and belly. It was cold and I winced, but didn't complain. She then wrapped two hands around me and stroked me firmly, occasionally running her thumb around the tip and playing with my urethra.

"Tell me what you want to do with me tonight," she almost whispered as she one hand to my balls and ran her fingernails across them.

I thought for a minute as she continued working my cock and balls. I loved the way she watched as her hands moved on me. What I wanted was unlikely to occur. Should I ask for something easier to arrange, more feasible. Stuff it, let's go for broke.

"I want you to get our neighbour, Sarah, into bed with us. To have a threesome," I blurted out, watching for her reaction.

She didn't say anything, just kept stroking me, sometimes firmly, sometimes just barely touching me.

"Alright, I said anything. I'll try."

Then she leant forward, trapped my cock between her breasts, and slid back and forward. As I watched the massage oil spread from my cock to her breasts and she increased the pressure. It was incredibly erotic seeing the tip of my cock appear between her breasts as she moved down, then be buried again as she moved back up. I felt myself getting close and I pushed up against her, trying to maximise the pressure as I heard my breathing change to short sharp panting in time with my thrusts.

She was watching my face now and as I felt the surge of cum starting to rise she lifted off me and wrapped her hand around me. Her timing and positioning was perfect and she pumped my cock as I sent streams of cum erupting across my belly and chest. I thrust against her hand and she pumped me, with a huge smile on her face, until I fell back against the bed.

She continued to stroke me as I gradually softened in her hand, but I was incredibly turned on.

"If you keep that up, I'll get hard again really quickly," I told her hopefully.

She let go of my cock and started drawing patterns with the mess of cum on my belly, then she licked her fingers clean.

"It's a beautiful day out there this afternoon, let's go for a swim," she suggested playfully as she rolled off the bed. "And no more sex for you this afternoon if you are intending to satisfy two women in this bed this evening."

We pulled on our swimmers, and I had this crazy thought, wondering if sharks are attracted to a cum covered body, the way that they are attracted to blood.