I feel a shudder run through my companion. The kiss is
released and she draws air sharply between her teeth. She,
again, moves her luscious buttocks, releasing my ridged member.
She pulls my hand away from her crotch and turns in my arms to
face me. She then kisses me thoroughly, pushing down on my
shoulders until I’m kneeling. Widening her legs again, she grabs
a double handful of my hair and pulls my face into her dripping
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From onstage a slow, rhythmic beat - reminiscent of movie- style indian tom-toms - begins. Soon, it is joined by the moaning of a guitar. Anderson sings: "I see a dark sail/On the horizon..." The brunette's hand has moved to the head of my cock, feeling the mushroom shape, spreading the bead of my own moisture around. Her hand slides back to cup my balls and give a gentle squeeze. My face is buried in her neck. I moan softly as she begins slowly stroking me. My hand is kneeding the inside of her thigh as it moves lingeringly toward the meeting of her legs. My loving companion widens her stance to allow me easier access. I feel the heat of her pussy against the back of my thumb. My other hand continues to caress her left breast - stroking, rubbing, rolling the nipple like a marble...

Her gasp perfectly coincides with the last beat of the song. She whirls around and stares at me with a look of mock- indignation. Her misty gray eyes sparkle mischievously and her half-smile replaces the pettish pout. Slipping her arms around my neck, she lifts herself off the floor and presses her lips roughly against mine. The brunette's pelvis grinds against mine as our tongues slip and slide upon each other. Her breathing has become quite rapid - my own is none to steady!

My mouth works its way - kissing, licking, nibbling - gradually from the outside of her shoulder, up her neck to her ear. As my hands are lifting and kneading her tits, my tongue is darting into her ear. She continues to press her lovely ass into my cock as I, pausing for a bit to nibble on the lobe of her ear, work my way down to where her shoulder meets her neck. All the while I've been enjoying the taste and feel of her neck and breasts (respectively), I've been paying careful attention to the song. When the song comes to its sudden end, I pinch her nipples and bite her neck - not TOO hard, mind you, but hard enough for her to know I'm still here!

As her hips start moving in time with the drums, she takes my hands from their resting place at her waist and slides them up her wonderfully smooth torso to the mounds of her breasts. She then reaches one hand over my head, grabs a handful of my hair, and pulls my face into the curve of her neck. Her other hand is caressing the back of one of mine as I stroke her breasts with my palms, brushing her nipples with the balls of my fingers.

As I slide my hands around her waist, she turns in my arms. The spotlights come up on stage as she loops her arms around my neck and drags my face down to hers. My lips find her mouth open. Her tongue like a hot, wet, fleshy spear drives into my mouth before my mind has time to catch up! Her firm, toned body melts against me as our tongues start to dance. Though my eyes are probably wide with surprise, the vision centers of my brain are closed for business. The other sensations easily override any sights my eyes are trying to bring me. The warm, sweet smell of her. The sound of my moan drowning out her smaller one. The hot, wet, clean taste of her mouth grinding hungrily against mine. I feel her hardened nipples pressing through her dress and my T-shirt into my chest. The feel of her smooth belly pressing firmly against my crotch. The play of her back muscles beneath my fingers. Who the hell needs eyes?!

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We wait for about half an hour as the stage is reset for Jethro Tull. The tension of anticipation is like a physical thing filling the arena; I feel as if I could float on it. Then the house lights dim, and the tension boils away in the roar of the crowd. The arena is black as pitch, and the crowd has settled into its final configuration, when the first notes of the piano intro to "Locomotive Breath" push their way through the crowd noise. A few of us recognize the song from the first few notes and cry out in joy and appreciation. Others don't realize what they are listening to until the first whining guitar riffs have faded into reverberating feedback. Then the stage is ablaze with light as the lead guitar is banging out the opening bar of the song proper. Ian Anderson is dancing around the stage, twirling his silver flute as if it were a baton. The drums and bass are hammering out the beat as the rhythm guitar is doing that rhythm thing.

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I've never heard the band before. Probably a local hired to warm up the crowd for Tull. They're good at it - warming the crowd up, that is - but I don't think they'll make it on their own. The crowd is getting into it. The energy that bands live on - in their symbiotic way - starts flowing. People are pumping their fists into the air - the air which is rapidly getting thicker with the smell of hashish as the pipes are passed around. The folks are getting fired up! Surveying the people around me, my eyes come to a screeching halt on a small cluster of ladies who are definitely getting into the rhythm of the thing. They're dancing and screaming and bouncing around as if it were the last night of their lives. One of the gals - a sweet lady with waist-length, chestnut tresses in a yellow, knit mini-dress - is also surveying the crowd. Our eyes meet. Hers are the gray of early-morning fog on the Rhine. I smile. She returns a knowing half-smile that sends a shiver up my spine, before turning back to the band on stage. The warm-up band finishes its sixth set with a flourish and runs off stage. The spots die and are replaced by the house lights as the curtains are closed for the intermission. The canned music begins to play. Once again, the crowd shifts as parts head for the restrooms to unburden themselves of the beer, wine, and soda consumed before (and during) the warm-up act. More beverages are bought, along with albums, posters, T-shirts, and popcorn. Only the most brazen are firing up their bowls with the house lights up. I look around for the clump of women I noted earlier, but they have faded into the mob. Probably in line for the restroom, think I, as I turn back to the stage. The roadies can be heard moving equipment around on the stage. An occasional glimpse of a roadie with a guitar or an amp can be seen through the small gap in the curtain.

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I'm in the standing-room-only crowd on the floor at the Jethro Tull concert in Frankfurt, West Germany, April 27, 1982. The crowd is constantly shifting; a single organism trying to make itself comfortable on the concrete floor of the arena. The air is thick with the smells of beer, wine, and smoke (cigars, cigarettes, pipe tobacco, and hash). Voices of the hawkers can be made out above the noise of the crowd advertising (in German and English) their wine, beer, posters, and T-shirts. Canned music is piped in over speakers in the rafters. The roadies are playing games with the crowd while doing the sound system checks. Frisbees and funny little glowing things fly at random through the air. I'm standing at the center of the stage, about 30 feet back into the crowd. After the concert my ears will be ringing for three days. I can live with that... The lights begin to dim and the crowd settles down as the drummer for the warm-up band sets the beat on his high-hat. The curtains open, the spots blaze to life, and the crowd goes nuts as the warm-up band hits the stage with a hard-driving rhythm and screaming guitars.

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A brief snooze and we were at it again. I was the last to waken and felt a cool washcloth on my outer lips. The roughness of the cloth on my sensitive clit and lips made me shudder. I didn't open my eyes as I felt the washcloth working its way into me pushed on by eager fingers. It was soon replaced by two tongues. The feeling was exsquisite as they both luxuriously licked me. There was not urgency as they brought me first close to the edge and then teasingly let me slide back down again. By the time they let me cum, I was begging them to lick me harder. I gripped both of there heads bobbing up and down and held them to my cunt until I came. My husband's beard was bristly and I rubbed his chin against by hole while the woman sucked and bit at my clit. As we surfaced from yet another round, we noticed that light was begining to creep into the room. "I've got to go," the woman said. Her words reminded me that the children would be up soon and that my role as mommy was never far away. She ducked back to the kitchen and dressed. We had a quick kiss at the back door. After she left, I heard my husband singing in the shower. He was going to have a great day. As I bent to pick up silver and put it away, I could feel the warm sticyness between my legs. I smiled at the memory of her and us...and realized I didn't even know her name. But I had the sense that she would be back sometime. I hoped so.

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He entered her from behind, his cock sliding effortlessly into her hole. She began to mimic his rythums with her tongue. He loked magnificant kneeling behind her. His chest expanded with his breathing and his nipples were erect. Her cheeks quivered with every thrust as he drove deeply into her from behind. I could tell by the way the her tongue was moving more and more stiffly that she was close to coming again. My husband gripped her buttocks and drove into her with hard, swift strokes. As well all came, it was like being joined by an electric cord. My whole body was stinging and tingling with the thought of her making me cum while my husband came making her cum. The looks on their faces were too incredible. I have never seen such an overpowerly sexual expression before as I saw on their faces that night. We fell in a heap on our soggy bed. I reached to cover us all with a heavy down comforter. We snuggled down under the covers as the sweat from our bodies dried and began to make us cool.

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She threw her head back exhausted but my breasts started to tingle again at the sight of her lovely body exhausted by our efforts. I took my husband's head and brought it to my tits. He licked each one in turn until they were standing out stiffly. He laid me back on the bed and climbed on top of me. He kept himself high up on his hands and arms as he shoved his cock roughly into my cunt. I spread my legs as far as they would go. I was so wet that he didn't need to work his way in. He slipped in in one long stroke until I could feel him touching the end of my vagina. He pushed against it, stretching me with him huge cock. I couldn't stand anymore...My hips began to buck and I struggled to lift my legs to his shoulders. As I lifted my legs, he had the access he desired. He pounded me as I came, gripping him with my tight cunt muscles. The feeling of my muscles spasming deeply around his cock, gripping and pulling at it brought him to the very edge. He slammed his cock harder and harder against me, forcing my head to knock into our headboard. But he went one. He swelled so much the I felt the fever rising in me again. We came together, bucking and writh The bedsheets became soaked with our cum. Our bucking served to arouse our companion. She started licking my husband's cum out of me. It was incredible...the soft feel of her tongue, the overwhelming wetness. My husband watched as she brought me close with her tongue. As she continued to work at me, I noticed his cock rising at the sight of us, gleaming with sweat and cum.

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We began to gently stroke him making our fingers like little butterfly wings fluttering up and down his shaft. He began to respond as we kissed him. The feeling of all of our tongues together was very hot. We licked and nibbled each others mouths. My husband trailed his hand across trhe woman's stomach, working his way to her tits. She groaned as he reached her nipple and began to rub it between his thumb and forefinger. She threw her head back and opened her legs. His hand went don to her snatch. First he rubbed her clit and then began working her up with his hand. I ducked back under the covers and began sucking him to erection again. His cock swelled immediately. He couldn't believe what was going on. His hand worked furiously in and out of her snatch. She began to moan as she struggled to come against his hand. His thumb worked on her clit while his fingers massaged the inner wall of her red cunt. She came in hard spasms and I ducked my head over to her crotch so that I could lick up her juices as they flowed out of her. She tasted so hot and good. I kept licking and competing with my husband's hand until I could feel her abdomen tightening again. My husband's thumb was relentless on her clit and my tongue pushed harder and harder into her cunt. Just as I felt the outer lips of her cunt start to quiver I shifted my tongue down to her perfect asshole and plunged it in. Her screams filled the room as my husband and I filled all of her holes.

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"Please don't call for help," she cried as she started to unload my silver which was packed away in a pillowcase. "My parents are both ill. If I go to jail they would have no one. I've never done anything like this before." As she put down the pillowcase and made a move toward me, I stood in stunned silence. "I can make it worth your while if you can just forgive me," she sighed. I noticed that her nipples were standing out hard against the fabric of her soft black sweater. My breath became ragged. In a fluid motion she peeled her sweater off over her head. I could feel the juices starting between my legs as I saw he firm breasts, the nipples at full attention. Her nipples were perfect...her breasts so full. I reached out my right hand tentatively. I desperately wanted to make contact with those breast. I touched her nipples first one then the other. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, her face flushed with excitment. She took a step forward and without a word undid the tie to my robe. She grasped my exposed nipples between herthumbs and forefingers, rolling them gently but very firmly. "Harder," I said finding difficult to keep my orientation as I lost myself to the feelings of the moment. I through my head back as she bowed to my breats. "MMMMMMM" she said as she licked and sucked my nipples making them stand out almost painfully hard. She grabbed my breasts and lifted them together so that she could rapidly such and lick both niplles. She was stimulating so much my clit started throbbing begging to be touched, rubbed.