Open Invitation? by Karen Kendall

created a difficult barrier for him. He stroked all the way up to her mons, where she was helplessly damp, and played her there with the pad of his thumb.
    She quivered and whimpered as he teased her, shifting her hips and biting her lip.
    Finally, when she thought she would die, he slid his fingers under the very unsexy waistband of the hosiery. She expected him to pull them down, expected an awkward moment.
    Instead he bent to kiss her lips again. Staring straight into her eyes, he ripped the stockings down the middle, dropped to his knees and settled his mouth right at the core of her.
    He licked once, and she screamed, hoarse and helpless. He licked twice, and she rode a moan. He licked a third time, and she came apart. A tide of pleasure rushed over her and color burst behind her eyelids.
    She fell to earth again and opened her eyes to find him watching her, still in position, and very pleased. The shreds of her stockings clung to her legs, which were draped over his shoulders, and candlelight flickered behind her. She started to get shocked at herself, spread-eagled on Nana Lisbeth’s dining room table, doing dirty things with a complete stranger.
    Then he put his mouth back on her and she bucked while he rumbled with amusement. She clutched at the sides of the table while his lips and tongue gave her impossible pleasure and she began to shake all over.
    He pushed her thighs even wider and plunged deeper. He increased his range, moving from top to bottom of her cleft and then back to center, where he suckled until she exploded again and again and again.
    Though she would have sworn she’d died, she came back to reality and lay spent while he chuckled.
    â€œWhat…” she asked weakly. “What…?”
    â€œThat’s called a multiple orgasm, darlin’.” He got to his feet and put his hands on either side of her, grinning down. “Did you like that?”
    She could only blink at him, dazed. Finally she nodded. “But—what about you?”
    He laughed. “Well, I have to admit that Wally, here, is real, real, ready to come out and play with the beav.” Dan unbuttoned his fly and slid his jeans off while Lil pulled off the embarrassing remnants of her stockings, taking a sneak peek. He was beautiful and huge. She’d never seen anything like it. And he was coming at her.
    â€œI, um. Dan? I don’t know if that—if it, is, um, going to—”
    â€œIt’s okay. We’ll make it fit. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” He pulled her by the knees to the edge of the table again and took her hands. He put them on his cock and slid them up and down. It was velvety-soft at the tip, but muscular everywhere else. He showed her how to help roll on a condom while she simply marveled over his size.
    Dan touched her between the legs with it, rubbed his moisture into hers, parted her. Her smallness was only a hindrance at first. He worked his way in very slowly, pleasuring her there with his hands and then cupping her bottom, tilting her back.
    Amazingly enough, her body stretched to accommodate him and the fullness was blissful. When he was finally sheathed in her, he kissed her deeply, pushed her back onto the table again, and slid out a few inches. Then he pushed in again, into the warm fist that her body created for him.
    As they established a rhythm, meeting thrust for thrust, she felt a different kind of tension building in her, and thrilled to it.
    She clutched for the edges of the table again, feeling the cool, polished surface smooth under her bottom. Dan’s hands found hers, though, and held them tightly as they both climbed together.
    â€œI’m not gonna last, Lil, I’m sorry,” he told her. “You feel so good…I’m only human…oh, yes!”
    His rhythm quickened and intensified, his eyes shut, and he assumed an expression of half pleasure, half pain. Finally he pulsed within her, once, twice, three and