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The Morning

By: darkheart69



We woke up got out of bed and headed to the kitchen for our morning coffee. As she was walking in front of me she looks so tempting in that robe that is slightly open teasing my senses. 

She sits down facing me and her legs are so sexy as the robe is barely open showing what lay beneath awaiting my gentle caress. As I rub her leg back and forth each time inching closer to her hip then sliding my hand down under the robe resting my fingers on her sensitive hot tight mound. 

Then I lean towards her and our lips meet with an open mouth tongue playing passionate kiss. The whole time my hand is rubbing her sensitive mound. 

Then very gently I spread the lips of her mound causing her to buck against my hand. As I slide my finger into her tight hot wet love canal while rubbing her sensitive little love button with my thumb. 

Now I use my free hand to open her robe exposing her sweet round breast to me. Then I start kissing down her neck causing small chills of pleasure to her breast. As I suck and lick on her nipples they get rock hard. I am constantly sucking and flicking the nipples with my tongue making her body squirm. 

Then I continue to kiss down her body until I get to her hot wet mound. I kneel down in front of her and open her legs. Then I spread the lips of her sweet hot mound and start licking her love button. 

I repeatedly dart my tongue over the sensitive bump mercilessly. She grabs the back of my head and moans the sound of sweet pleasure. She gently rocks her hips back and forth as her orgasm begins to build.

Then I feel her body tighten up for that first orgasm. Now I will intensify my attack on that sensitive sweet hot love bump. I feel her shake as I make her cum so hard her toes spread then curl. 

After she cums the first time I will then turn her over facing the chair she was just sitting in. I will spread the lips of her hot juicy mound placing my throbbing manhood at the entrance.

The sight of her wet tight love canal excites me. I thrust forward pushing my manhood deep into her tight hot mound. I feel her tightness flex around my manhood as I move my cock in and out gaining speed in my rhythm. 

As I am holding her hips from behind and driving my manhood deep inside of her trembling mound. She begins to moan louder and more passionately and her body starts to react again. 

I look down and see her sweet tight butt looking back at me. I put my finger in my mouth to get it slick then I rub your little pucker while driving my manhood deep inside of her quivering mound. 

Then I slide a finger into her virgin butt while driving my man pole into her love canal. She gets nervous but it goes away as she is lost in passion and ecstasy. 

Then I slide another finger in and another as I start working her tight butt. All the while giving her hot wet mound the pounding of its life. 

Then as I feel her mound tighten around my cock as her body tenses. She cums harder than before and as she cums I drive my cock as deep and hard as I can into her sweet muffin. I ram it in so hard I push her to her toes. 

Then when she thought we were through I put my throbbing manhood to the pucker of her freshly worked butt. I push my throbbing cock in a few inches at a time until I am all the way inside. 

Then I start to move my manhood in and out of her slowly at first. I start picking up the pace a little at a time until I'm at a fast pace. She starts to grind her bottom back into me every time I thrust forward slapping my balls into her mound with every driving thrust. 

As I feel my orgasm coming on and my balls tighten up. I see she is ready to cum again too. Now I'm feeling like my balls will burst and I feel that tightening around my manhood again. She begins to cum and lunges her body back into me.

I start to cum and she feels the stream of hot goo jet deep inside of her as my manhood throbs and unloads repeatedly for what seems to be forever. Then we fall to the floor in a sexual haze and think about doing it all over again.

The Morning



As the morning arrives, the room slowly brightens with dawn. I wake, lazily stretching my body, careful not to disturb you. I watch you as you sleep, your hair partially covering your face, your breathing soft and regular. I put my head under the sheet and see your naked body in the gloom, the darkness of your nipples stands out on the whiteness of your breasts. I move lower, inhaling the aroma of our last night's sex, the mixture of our scents heady. My nose is close to your pussy, the smell of our cum and your pussy intoxicating, my cock stirs as memories flash in my head, of you, of me, of us. 

You moan softly in your sleep, do you feel my presence? I listen, trying to hear your words...too soft, a whisper. As I place my head back on the pillow, I move your hair off your face gently, gazing at you, my cock now hard, my desire for you, my need for you increasing. I reach to my groin, rubbing some of our scent on my finger from my cock, and bring the finger close to your nose. I watch as you inhale...the smell of us. Your nostrils flair slightly, and I see the ghost of a smile on your lips. 

You move, slow sleepy movements. I see your lips opening; the tip of your tongue visible and I place my fingertip near, almost touching your tongue. The tonguetip reaches and touches my finger, the ghostly smile widens. Your eyelids flutter, opening, looking at me. The mutual smile of welcome, of good morning. Your lips cover my finger, sucking, licking, tasting. 

It's my turn to moan, the sensual feel of your mouth on my finger...as your tongue caresses, your lips closing around it, the gentle suction. I place my other hand on your cheek, sliding around your neck, cupping. As I pull you to me, you release my finger as our lips close together, My tongue brushes the fullness of your mouth, I taste you, my kiss light, gentle at first, but my hunger, insistence grows...the urgency of my kiss, and you respond, returning the impending passion, our tongues colliding, stroking. I hold your neck tightly, as the kiss lingers, continuing. 

We shift our bodies closer to gain maximum contact; I feel your breasts against me, the diamond points of your nipples on my chest. You put your leg over my thigh, your heel against my ass, holding me, trapping me in your embrace. Your hand burrows between us, I push my cock against the palm of your hand, the heat exciting me more. You hold the shaft and begin to rub the head against your pussy lips; omg so wet already, the head glides on the shaved smoothness. I thrust a little, the head cleaving the lips apart; the warm wetness engulfs the head. The tip presses on your clit, a shudder goes through your body. I look in your eyes, the pleading look tells me everything, your wants meet my needs. I push against you, rolling you onto your back; my weight forces my cock half into you. The soft groan, was that you or me? As I lay on you, my lips at your ear, gently biting the lobe as I whisper, good morning. 

My push my cock completely into you, oohh, yes. I start to slowly stroke in and out, lost in the feeling of your pussy, your depths. Your arms and legs wrap around me, I am tied to you, not wanting to stop, falling further into you, deeper with each stroke. I hear your whisper, harder, fuck me harder. I use my ass and leg muscles to thrust into you, watching your eyes widen with each slamming penetration, feeling your nails biting into my back, breathing shallow and rapid. I feel the familiar rigidity in your body as you near orgasm, my pace increasing to meet you, my fucking harder as my cock nears the point of no return...the wild frenzy...increasing as I feel you start to cum, pussy grabbing, trying to hold my cock, fucking faster...that feeling, the blessed feeling of my orgasm as it builds to the peak...peaking, I feel you bite my shoulder as you sob, your release...as you feel my cock begin it's rhythmic pulsing, my cum shooting into you as I thrust to push it deep in you, pumped deeper, your pussy liquid with our cum. 

As I lay next to you, the sun shines into the room, I see you smile in the sunlight, wondering how I deserve you, what I have done in the past that was good enough to be with you. I kiss your cheek, look again into your eyes, oh those eyes...and say, again, I love you baby. You are my woman; you make me very happy, satisfied, and always wanting more, smiling.



The Morning



I woke up as the color of dawn peaked through the thin white curtains. There was a chill the air and I was mostly uncovered -- the sheets pulled to the other side of the bed and I was only wearing only a pair of boxers.

I rolled over, slipping both legs beneath the blankets and pulled myself into her back; one arm sliding under her pillow and the other I rested on top of her shirt in between her breasts, pulling myself even closer.

Still asleep, she nestled in, making herself comfortable.

I could smell her tiredness from the nape of her soft neck as I breathed her in. 

My breath tickled her skin is she shifted again, this time with more awareness of where she was. Letting out a soft moan, she let me know what she wanted.

I kissed her passionately but gently, squeezing her closer to me as I moved my right hand beneath her shirt. Her skin was so soft in the morning; smooth and warm to the touch. I massaged her large, soft breasts with my hand as I tongued her ear, trying not to move too much so not to wake either of us up too much.

My dick grew hard against her beautiful white skin as she grinded herself against me, moaning with want in her every breath.

She slowly rolled over to her other side, now face to face and smiled, kissing me with a deep passion. Still on her side, I lifted the T-shirt that she borrowed from me off of her, exposing her beautiful breasts as the room grew lighter with the morning. She returned the favor so our skin was now pressed against each other as we embraced, still not fully awake.

Slipping off each other's bottoms, I could feel the heat coming from between her legs as she pressed herself up against my hard shaft. In a fluid motion, she moved her left leg across my stomach and slid her now dripping wet pussy onto my dick, now on top of me as I laid my head back on the pillow.

She slid down and pressed herself against me once more, not wanting any space between our two chests. Kissing my neck and ears she worked her hips back and forth, grinding her clit slowly where my shaft met its base. Her moans increased as I could feel her wetness pouring out of her.

As her breathing increased as did her moans. Fully awake now, she started pumping herself quickly on top of me, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Once final grind and she collapsed onto my chest; wrapping her arms around my back, pulling her closer me. 

Still inside her, and still very hard, I let her catch her breath. She reached over to the night stand and grabbed a glass of water, taking a sip for herself before passing me the glass. I sat up a little, not wanting her to leave, and took a sip myself.

After, I wrapped my arms around her, and gently rolled her underneath me, positioning myself on top of her. Slowly at first, just to test her comfort, I started pumping in and out of her. Her juices allowed me in and out easily, and her smile and moans gave me assurance. 

Bending down, I took her right breast into my mouth. Embracing her soft skin and pointed nipple with my lips and tongue, I stayed there a moment, deep inside of her, grinding as she had done to me just minutes before. Releasing her from my mouth, I suggested with my hands that she roll over. Complying with a smile and a bite to her lip, she slid herself back and rolled over onto her knees, positioning herself in what she taught me to be the 'downward dog.' 

Placing my knees in either side of her legs, I positioned myself behind her. Reaching her right hand around her legs, she encouraged my cock into her awaiting, wet lips. With a moan from both our mouths, I entered. She kept her hand back there alternating between toying her clit and massing my balls; she was bringing me closer to orgasm with every second. I grabbed both of her hips tightly, thrusting myself deeper and deeper. My soft moans turned to screams as I matched her volume, and together we climaxed.

I stayed in her for as long as she'd let me, as I was too sensitive to move. After I gathered myself, I slipped my semi hard cock from out of her warm, tight pussy and collapsed onto the bed. She fell beside me and pressed her back against my chest as I wrapped my arms around her.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too."



The Morning After



Fiona woke up, rousing somewhat reluctantly from a deep, restoring slumber. She stretched languorously, relishing the feel of the soft sheets against her naked skin. She had been having the most vivid dream, no doubt brought on as a result of last night's activities. Unfortunately, she'd woken up just as it was getting to the interesting bit. Realising her dream had made her horny, Fiona smiled to herself as she became aware of a soft snoring sound next to her. The snore issued from Greg, who was clearly still asleep. Last night must haven taken its toll on him after all, she thought wickedly. Fiona pulled back the covers a fraction to stare at Greg's sleeping form. Had she really managed to coax four loads of cum from this fine specimen of a man? Or had it just been part of her dream? 

Fiona eased herself out of bed and stood up. She felt decidedly tender. So last night had been for real after all. She looked down at Greg and tried to reconcile the proud passionate lover of last night with the snoring, semi-comatose creature who was currently drooling onto his pillow. Suppressing a laugh, Fiona quietly made her way to the shower. 

Fiona turned the shower on and stepped in, wincing slightly as the hot jet of water assaulted her still sleepy body. As she became accustomed to the temperature she reached for the soap. She soon worked up a rich, creamy lather and her hands began to glide over her body. 

The hot jet of the shower felt like a thousand fingers massaging her skin. Without any conscious thought, her hands slid over her breasts. Fiona sighed and closed her eyes as her hands rubbed against their soft skin.. Her mind was immediately filled with images of the previous evening. As her hands continued to stroke and caress her breasts images became more and more vivid. She saw herself on her knees before Greg, his long, thick cock between her lips as her mouth slid up and down its length. The scene changed and this time Greg was above her, pinning her down as his cock thrust deep inside her pussy. Her knees began to tremble as scenes unfolded before her. Surely, she thought as she pictured Greg behind her, his cock buried deep inside her arse, I can't still be randy after a night like last night? 

Without even realising it, Fiona's left hand had found her pussy. With two fingers inside her cunt her thumb gently massaged her clit. Her other hand still caressed her breasts, massaging the rich suds into her skin while in her mind Greg's cock erupted, sending a final load of hot sticky cum over them. 

Fiona began to moan as her imagination and sensations from her clit gripped her. She drove her fingers deep into her cunt and began to pump them in and out. She leaned against the wall to steady herself as her passion rose. "Ohhh, mmm, ahhh," she moaned as she pinched her nipples with the fingers of her right hand, the fingers of her left hand twisting inside her cunt. 

With her body on fire, Fiona rubbed at her clit with her thumb. Her womb began to contract and she cried out as her climax rose up to claim her. Her body trembled so violently she had to grab the flannel ring to stop her from falling. "Oh yesss! she cried as she gave herself up to pleasure. Breathing hard, she let her fingers slip out of cunt. She used both hands to massage her breasts, rubbing them and squeezing the together as she rolled her nipples with her thumbs, Fiona savoured the moment as her climax subsided. 

Fiona opened her eyes she was greeted with the sight of Greg leaning against wall. The broad smile on his face announced that he'd been watching her for some time. "Good morning," he said, eying her up suggestively, "mind if I join you?" Fiona simply nodded. Despite her rapidly receding orgasm she was still highly aroused. 

As Greg climbed into the shower Fiona stepped aside to give him some room. She kissed him urgently as the hot water cascaded over their bodies, their lips pressed tightly together. 

Fiona reached for the soap and quickly worked up a lather. With her lips still pressed firmly to his she moved her body slightly to give her easier access as she reached down and began stroking his cock. She felt his pulse quicken as her hands, slick with the rich, creamy lather easily massaged his cock to its full hardness. 

Greg moaned into Fiona's ear as her hands stroked and caressed his manhood. He pushed her against the wall of the cubicle and began to kiss her neck. He nibbled lightly on her neck then dipped his head. "Oooh!" exclaimed Fiona as Greg's lips fastened around the nipple of her left breast. Her hand pumped slowly up and down on his shaft as his mouth explored her breasts. The flames of her desire rose up like an inferno once more. 

Reluctantly, Fiona pushed him away. Greg braced himself against the wall as Fiona knelt down in front of him. closing her eyes to avoid getting water in them, Fiona opened her mouth. "Oh God yes!" sighed Greg as Fiona's lips engulfed the end of his prick, drawing it deep into her mouth. He reached down and grasped her hair as she began to slide her lips along his shaft. 

Rocking her head back and forth, Fiona took as much of Greg's cock into her mouth as she could. She wrapped her left hand around the remainder and soon her mouth and hand were moving in unison as she feasted on his cock. Cupping his balls with her free hand, she began to squeeze them softly as her tongue swirled round the tip of his cock. 

Breathing heavily, Greg gripped Fiona's head and began to thrust his cock in and out of hr mouth Fiona sucked hard, knowing that Greg was already close to the point of no return. She felt his cock begin to twitch, his balls were heavy and full. "Oh fuck," breathed Greg as he felt the pressure build, "I can't hold on, I can't...aaah!" 

Greg's cock erupted. Fiona took the first surging jet of cum in the back of her throat and swallowed hard. She let her mouth go slack and pulled her lips back to the tip of his shaft as his cum boiled into her mouth. She savoured its hot, salty flavour, letting it pool in her mouth before swallowing greedily. 

Fiona sucked the last few drops into her mouth. Wiping her lips with the back of her hand she smiled. Greg smiled back then leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. 

Together, they got out of the shower. Fiona reached for some towels and handed one to Greg. They quickly dried themselves off and headed back to the bed room. Fiona threw herself on to the bed then rolled over on to her back. She glanced suggestively at Greg, who was watching her from just inside the door, then slowly but quite deliberately spread her legs. "Get over here and eat me out," she demanded as she slipped a finger between her labia and dipped it into her cunt. 

Without the need for any further instruction Greg climbed on to the bed and positioned himself between her legs. Fiona pulled her finger from her cunt and lifted it to her lips, sucking her own juices into her mouth. Greg's tongue flicked out and ran along the length of her slit. "Ooh yes!" moaned Fiona as Greg's tongue began its exploration of her most private flesh. His tongue darted in and out of her hot, wet hole and she squirmed with pleasure. She cried out as his tongue lashed across her sensitive clit, then his lips fastened around it and he sucked it lightly into his mouth. 

With her hands, Fiona began to cup and squeeze her breasts as Greg's tongue lapped at her pussy. Pinching her nipples, she cried out as Greg slowly inserted two fingers into her cunt. His tongue flicked over her clit as he pumped his fingers in and out. 

Fiona felt her body begin to shudder as Greg's move drove her closer and closer to her impending climax. Tossing her head from side to side, she writhed with pleasure as Greg's tongue lashed her clit. As her breathing became increasingly laboured she closed her eyes and let the sensations take over. Greg teased her clit with his teeth. Fiona's back arched. "Mmmmmaaaaah," she sighed as she slipped over the edge, surrendering herself to the waves of pleasure that washed over her. Greg slipped his fingers out of her cunt but his tongue continued to lap at her clit. each contact sent fresh spasms through Fiona's body. 

When at last Fiona opened her eyes she found Greg staring down at her. He smiled and with a single powerful lunge he thrust his cock deep into her cunt. Fiona responded with a lust filled groan as she brought her legs up, taking him deeper into her body. She rested her feet against his buttocks and clawed at his back with her fingers as he thrust his cock in and out. "Oooh yes, fuck me!" she cried as his dick plunged deep into her cunt. With every thrust she felt his balls slap against her. The walls of the cunt flexed, gripping his cock as it slid in and out with long, powerful strokes. "Harder!" she urged, "Fuck me harder! Oh yes! Oh Yes! Fuck me hard, mmmmm..." 

As Greg increased his pace Fiona responded by digging her fingers into his arse cheeks, forcing him in deeper. She moved her hips so that they met every thrust at its deepest point, increasing the friction against her throbbing clit. "Oh Greg, oh screw me! Screw me hard and fill my cunt with your cum." she cried as she came once more. Her cunt gripped Greg's cock even more tightly. 

As Fiona urged him on with her obscenities, Greg started to thrust harder and faster. He pulled his cock so far back that it almost slipped from her cunt before plunging it back in with all the force he could muster. In and out, over and over, his cock hammered at Fiona's cunt as she urged him on. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm almost there," he panted. 

"That's it, give it to me," moaned Fiona, "give me you cum. I want to feel you explode inside me." 

With an animal like groan, Greg thrust hard, impaling her on his dick as another load of cum was unleashed. Fiona closed her eyes and shuddered as she felt jet after jet of his sperm flood into her cunt. Greg kept thrusting. With every thrust he shot more of his load deep into cunt until, at last, he was spent. 

Pulling his cock from her pussy, Greg rolled away. Lying on his back and breathing hard, it was clear to Fiona that he was exhausted. And well he might be, thought Fiona to herself, I've managed six loads of cum out of him in the last twelve hours, no wonder he looks almost dead. Fiona turned her attention to his flagging dick. Even soft it as still an impressive size. She moved down. Resting her head on Greg's thigh she sucked the last drops of cum from it's end before proceeding to lick him clean. When that task was complete she moved back up beside him where he enfolded her in his embrace. 

They lay there for about half an hour. Fiona was hungry. It was almost 11am and she still hadn't had breakfast. Not unless you count a mouthful of cum, she thought wickedly to herself. She untangled herself from him and got up. "Where're you off to?" asked Greg wearily. 

"To get some breakfast," replied Fiona, "I don't know about you but I'm starving." She walked towards the door then turned and added coyly, "But first, I think I need another shower."



The Morning After



I woke up and looked over at the other body in the bed with me and it all came crashing back. I closed my eyes and willed it away until my partner shifted in her sleep and pressed her ass against my dick. It stirred and began to harden despite my efforts to stop it. Think of mom naked, old wrinkly people, the polar bear club, anything...but nothing stopped my erection, it was if it had a mind of its own. My cock reached its full length and as luck would have it the tip reached the warm wet lips of her pussy. I started to pull back just as she purred in her sleep and pushed against me, the tip sank into her without resistance. I honestly tried to free myself but all I ended up doing was sinking deeper into her fiery depths. She moaned in her sleep and started riding my cock, like some sensuous sleep walker I was caught up in her passion. I gave up and slipped my arms around her and went with it. I plunged as deep as I could into her and let go the guilt and fucked her silly. She began panting with the rhythm of our loveplay and her moaning drove me crazy. I rolled her onto her stomach and began pumping into her furiously now. Her orgasm woke her as I continued to pound into her grunting with desire. 

"Oh yeah! Fuck me! Oh that feels so good!" I love being talked dirty to and she knew it. "Deeper, oh god!" I changed pace and slowed grinding my dick against her clit. Now she simply growled as I pumped with nice long strokes in and out of her. Her second orgasm surprised both of us, it triphammered into her and nearly drove me over the edge. I pulled out of her and brought my cock to her mouth. After she had recuperated she took my cue and started licking and sucking the length of me, apparently she didn't mind the taste of her own juices. Her hand and mouth worked their magic once more, she cupped my balls with her free hand and slowed when she felt me getting close. She was going to milk me and make my orgasm as intense as possible. She flickered the head all the while she stroked the length and her eyes smiled at me. She alternated the speed and fervor of her technique. 

With a devilish grin she shifted her position and trapped my dick between her gravity defying 36 C's. Nestled between those warm pillows of flesh it was a dream come true. She was fulfilling fantasies that had poured out of my drunken lips last night. I pumped between those twin pleasures and watched as her tongue snaked out to tease the head of my cock as it pushed passed. I looked deep into her eyes and knew that my lust for this woman was wrong but didn't care. As long as she wanted me I would fulfill every physical pleasure she desired. I felt my orgasm rising and nothing was going to stop it, my expression must have told her because she lunged and snared my dick in her mouth sucking and licking for all she was worth. Her hand stroking hard and fast she wanted to taste my cum again. I closed my eyes and grunted as I erupted into her mouth and she swallowed in long musical gulps. She pulled me close and snuggled pressing her breasts against my chest threatening to start this whole thing all over again. I never really softened up a whole lot.

"Damn bro, you're still hard?! I am impressed, do I do that to you?" I could only nod. She rolled me onto my back and lay on top of me just snuggling for now. I felt myself harden again pushing deeper between her legs and she just giggled and shifted her body so she could take full advantage. "Hard again, that's why you're my favorite bother."

"I am your only brother." I replied as she snared me in her pussy again but she just sat there with me inside of her. 

"Yes that is true, but hey what's family for?" She rocked just a little feeling my shaft shifting and gliding inside of her. That stopped any reply, she felt so good wrapped around me like that. "Your face is just blissful you know. Admit it, you like fucking me." I opened my mouth to deny it but she squeezed me with her muscles just then. "Admit it." I shook my head and she shifted and squeezed at the same time. "Say uncle." I reached for her wrists but the sly little shit moved and I got two hands full of tit. "Say it." I squeezed her tits and pushed up deeper into her. 

"Okay, I admit it, you have the tightest most talented piece of ass I have ever fucked." She rewarded me with a little squeeze and off we went racing again for the orgasmic finish line. We moved in time anticipating each others moves easily, we were twins after all, and the pleasure just doubled. We never missed a beat and I think that made it more sinful, but that was far from my mind as I looked down and watched as I slid in and out of her. She was crying out her sexual mantra, "Oh yeah fuck me!" And I met each of her strokes with one of my own. Until neck and neck our mutual orgasms struck us like a crashing wave of body shuddering pleasure. 

"Fuck..." her voice trailed off and I just lay there panting. Yes, I had done it again, but you know what, who the hell cares. I kissed her and drifted off for a while still inside of her, still quasi-hard and satisfied. No other woman has come even close to pleasing me the way she did. In the dark stillness of early morning predawn I lay awake mulling over what has transpired and come to grips with it. A sinful little smile comes to my face as I drift off again with my sister next to me. Pleasant dreams!



The Morning After



Soft satin skin, glistening beneath the warm glow of candlelight, a faint flush to her skin a testament to her eagerness to please Him. Tousled crimson waves partially hiding her sweet face, causing Him to brush the curls gently behind her delicate ear, His wish for an unobstructed view of her almost as painful as His desire to use her again.

Watching her body quiver beneath the slight touch of His fingertips, He traces the gentle slope of her jaw, running His thumb over her red, swollen lips, His groin tightening at the memory of the delight those lips brought to Him.

Chuckling quietly to Himself as He watches her nails curl up into the folds of the sheets, thinking of the animal she became, as she gave her body and soul over to Him, losing herself in His passion. His fingers tracing lower, over the silver collar she now wears, His lips curving into a smug smile as He remembers how she crawled, naked, to His feet, her shapely hips swaying, her curls bouncing gently against her full breasts, eyes shining with unshed tears, slowly rising before Him to a kneel, widening her thighs, her glistening petals and musky scent proof of her desire to be His and His alone, remembering her pleas to wear His symbol of ownership, how she begged to be owned and used by Him.

His heart fills with pride as He slowly trails a finger over the faint welts crossing her back, to her ass, red from the paddling. His cock begins to throb as the memories flood His senses, of her whimpers and sighs, of her treasure becoming hotter and wetter, almost dripping, with each strike to her lovely ass. Closing His eyes and once again feeling her wiggle against Him, begging to be taken, her slick treasure brushing against His swollen cock, almost His undoing, causing Him to groan loudly.

Hearing the groan, she stirs, turning slowly over, allowing Him a full view of her breasts, nipples hardening as the silks rubs against her sensitive nubs, still cherry red from His sweet, seductive torture. A soft moan escapes her swollen lips as she turns her hips, the kef, branded into her upper left thigh, sore to the gentlest of touches, her brown eyes flying open at the pain, looking up and finding Him there. her eyes soften as she gazes into His brilliant blue ones, a soft flush creeping across her skin, remembering the previous activities as well.

Continuing to turn slowly beside Him, she winces at the multiple sore spots, knowing each hurt was placed with only a desire to heighten her own pleasure. He knows her body, her desires, better than she does herself. she rolls fully to her back and unashamedly provides Him a view of all He owns.

Looking down at her lush body, seeing its imperfections displayed before Him, yet loving it even more than the most perfect model, for the gift it holds... her submission. To Him, a perfect slave is one who serves from the heart, who supports and loves her Master above all, who looks to Him for guidance, and acknowledges His word as final. To Him, that is perfection, regardless of its casing.

As His eyes travel down her body, He grins, watching her coyly rub her thighs together as a soft whimper escapes those perfectly swollen lips. His eyes glance to hers, seeing hers locked onto His swollen cock, her tongue snaking out, licking slowly those ruby red lips. Grasping her chin, He looks deep into her eyes, feeling her thighs spread wide. He slowly licks His own lips, tasting the faint sweetness of her essence there. His gaze falls back to her shaved heat, seeing its pouty lips moist and swollen, like its twin set. A surge of excitement coursing through His veins as her fingers curl around His cock, hearing her soft intake of breath as His fingers dip lazily into her nectar, gently parting her petals. Waiting patiently, then hearing her soft southern voice whispering "Master, please... use Your girl again."

Looking at her lovely face, lips swollen and soft from His use, to the collar shining around her lovely neck, her nipples hard, her cunt moist and ready, nestled at the juncture of her creamy thighs, He nods, smiling, "Yes My slave. I think I will use you again, and again, and again..." as He bends over her body.



The Morning After



At seven-fifteen in the morning, an unbidden shaft of sunlight found its way through a gap in the drapes and illuminated Brendan's eyelids, resulting in a groan and a loud expletive including the word "Fuck!" 

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Brendan lifted his head from the pillow and gazed around the room The pink wallpaper and rattan furniture looked familiar, but for the life of him he couldn't remember where he was. Of one thing he was certain, that this was not his dorm room. 

When Brendan had a hangover -- a really bad, head-throbbing hangover -- he sometimes found it helpful to close his eyes and let his mind wander until he found something very clear and definite in his memory. This morning, the last thing he remembered clearly was his organic chemistry exam. So he concentrated on that, as distasteful as it was, and thought about balancing carbon-chain reactions. And soon the fog started to lift. 

First he remembered finishing his mid-term exams, and then he remembered packing his bag and getting into a car with his buddy, Joe. He remembered driving endlessly south on I-95, hour after hour and all through the night, until arriving in Daytona Beach, where thousands of oiled young bodies were laying on the sandy beaches and palm trees were waving in the breeze, and Harley Davidsons filled the air with lusty roars. Finally, he remembered checking into a grungy motel at the end of the strip called "Forty Winks, AAA-Approved," and going with Joe to the nearest bar where kegs were lined along the wall like foot soldiers, ready to sacrifice their lives for a noble cause. 

Brendan smiled. No wonder his head hurt and his bladder felt like an overstretched balloon. "Must have been a pretty good party, " he chuckled. 

Hearing the sound of a grunt, Brendan looked down and saw his roommate, Joe, on the floor beside the bed, and suddenly remembered something else that happened. Something between Joe and him. But his memory was so foggy--what was it? 

Joe had been Brendan's roommate and buddy in college for almost two years. Just now he was curled on the floor snoring peacefully with his curly-haired head on a beach towel. He was wearing only a pair of navy blue briefs which were tugged so far down that Brendan could see the crack of his hairy ass. That in itself wasn't too remarkable, but Brendan also noticed that his own underpants were lying on the floor beside the bed, and Brendan wasn't in the habit of sleeping in the buff. What had happened?

He picked up his briefs and sniffed them Definitely used. 

With growing uneasiness, he got a pair of clean underwear from his duffel bag and went into the bathroom. 

"My God!" he whispered, washing his face. "My God, tell me we didn't do what I think we did!" The shock of cold water on his cheeks seemed to bring back some details that Brendan would have preferred not to remember. Turning to the toilet, he pulled down his briefs and aimed a long, powerful stream into the bowl. When his bladder was emptied he shook himself and looked down, studying his penis for a moment before tucking it away. Then as he brushed his teeth and combed his fine blond hair, he thought maybe it was all a dream. Maybe nothing funky had happened with Joe, he told himself. Maybe he just had some fucked-up dream after drinking too much on an empty stomach. But certain images in his head seemed too real. The more he thought about it, the more certain, and uncomfortable, he became. 

When Brendan came out of the bathroom, Joe was sitting up on the side of the bed stretching his arms and yawning. He looked up and grinned. 

"Hey, dude, how you feeling this morning?" he asked pleasantly. 

"About like you'd expect," Brendan muttered. 

"We got pretty trashed last night, didn't we?"

"Yeah, I'd say so," answered Brendan. 

A long silence followed in which neither young man spoke, and the air in the room seemed so thick that Brendan thought he might faint. He walked over to the air conditioner and fiddled with the knobs without effect. 

"I can't believe it, this AC is broken," he said. "What a fucking dump."

Meanwhile, Joe went into the bathroom and splashed some water in the sink. "We can call the front desk. They'll send somebody to fix it, " he yelled. A few minutes later he came out and sat on the bed again, and looked at Brendan.. "Listen, dude. About last night ---"

Brendan felt a knot in his stomach and turned away to avoid Joe's eyes. "I was drunk out of my mind last night, man. I don't know what the hell I -- or you – were doing. Whatever happened, maybe we should just forget about it, okay?"

Joe pursed his lips. "Are you sure? Don't you think we should talk about it?" 

"No."

"It might be a good idea to –" 

"Forget it, dammit! There's nothing to talk about because NOTHING HAPPENED. Zip! Nada! Do you get it?" Brendan snarled.

"Whatever you say, dude," said Joe quietly. He looked as though he had been slapped in the face, and turned away.

After getting dressed, the boys left their motel room and walked to a diner across the street for breakfast. They sat in a small booth in the back of the diner and ate mostly in silence, exchanging only an occasional, recriminating glance. 

After the waitress refilled their coffee cups for the third time, Brendan couldn't stand it any more. He looked across the booth at his roomie and blurted, "Look, I'm sorry, dude. Okay? I didn't mean to snap at you this morning."

"That's all right," said Joe, in a calm, sarcastic tone. "I think I understand. Pretend that nothing happened and life goes on as normal. That's the Irish way, isn't it?"

"Fuck you," said Brendan. "I really hate when you take that tone. Maybe you wouldn't understand, being a dago and all, but I'm embarrassed. Nothing like this ever happened to me before. In fact, I'm totally freaked out."

"Which is why I thought we ought to talk about it," said Joe.

"I'm not even sure what happened last night, and I sure-as-shit don't know what we should talk about. How can you sit there and not be embarrassed?" 

Joe shook his head. "Dude, we're buddies, aren't we? Roomies? We've been through a lot together. We've cribbed notes for each other, we've smelled each other's dirty socks and bad breath, so please don't give me that crap about being too embarrassed to talk."

"Fine," said Brendan. "You wanna talk? We'll talk!" 

"We can't talk here. Let's go outside," said Joe.

They left the diner and started walking along the beach. Most of the college kids and motorcycle show-offs were still sleeping off their hangovers at that hour and the beach was mostly empty except for a few senior citizens walking their dogs. It was a beautiful morning with a clear, blue sky and a soft breeze blowing in from the ocean, carrying the plaintive sound of sea gulls. 

Walking along the edge of the water, Brendan sighed and shook his head. "I was so drunk last night, I'm not sure what happened when we left the bar. Just tell me what happened, okay?" 

"Sure, if I can. You weren't the only one blasted, you know," said Joe. "We stayed at that bar until the kegs ran dry and I think we left about two o'clock. There were a couple chicks outside with us. We were talking to them and they were laughing because you said you didn't know where our motel was. I'm not sure where they went. We were kind of stumbling around and holding each other up, you know? Then we finally found the room and started talking about which of us would get the bed. We started getting undressed and -- well, I guess one thing kind of led to another."

Brendan watched a line of foam and bubbles disappear into the sand. "We were fooling around," he said, "and you sort of hugged me or something."

"Yeah," said Joe. "And you hugged me back."

"And you touched me, didn't you. I could hardly believe you did that. But you started touching me. You know where." 

"Yeah," said Joe. "Maybe I got a little carried away."

They stopped walking and Brendan gazed toward the undulating waves on the horizon. He swallowed hard, trying to get the words to come out, but found it difficult. "So we were messing around on the bed and I think you---you went down on me, didn't you?"

"Yeah," said Joe. "I didn't think you'd mind." 

"Mind? Jesus Christ!" said Brendan. He grunted nervously and shuddered as he remembered how Joe tugged down his briefs and slid between his legs. "Jesus, I couldn't believe how that felt when you... well, you know." 

"I hope you liked it," said Joe. "It seemed like you enjoyed it." 

"Nobody ever did that to me before, dude."

"Really?"

"Unh-uh. That was like unbelievable! Was that your first time doing that? 

"Sort of," said Joe. "To tell the truth I did it a couple times before. Not many."

Brendan stared at his roommate with a look of deep disapproval. "Dude, you never told me you were gay." 

For the first time, Joe looked embarrassed. "I don't know. I think maybe I'm bi, but I'm not really sure. This is all pretty new to me. Lots of guys get turned that way, or so I've heard." He paused and looked at Brendan, but seeing no reaction went on: "I'm sorry, dude. I should have told you before. I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid you'd get mad or hate me. I guess I just lost control last night." His face clouded over. "Please don't hate me, Brendan. That would be the worst. I don't think I could stand it." 

"Don't be an ass," said Brendan. A small wave washed over their feet and his eyes suddenly filled with tears, whether of embarrassment or a release of tension, he couldn't say. He looked at his dark-haired roommate and knew they would always be friends no matter what happened. And on some level he knew that if he, Brendan, had been a better friend, maybe things wouldn't have happened this way. Part of him wanted to reach out and give his friend a hug, but another part wanted to turn away and hide. He felt, in other words, utterly confused. 

"What are we going to do now?" he asked.

The little room at the Forty Winks felt like an oven when they returned. Brendan finally got the air conditioner running with a couple of hard kicks, and as he stepped back from the window he bumped into Joe, which gave him a start. But he had no words to break the tension.

Silently Joe pulled the drapes closed and fastened the door chain, and when he completed those tasks he met Brendan in the middle of the room where they stared uncertainly at each other. 

Brendan punched Joe's arm. "Are you okay?" he asked. 

"Yeah, I'm okay," said Joe. "Are you okay? Are you sure about this?"

"As a matter of fact, I feel like an idiot," said Brendan. "I don't know what I'm doing." 

"Me neither," agreed Joe. "The important thing is to relax, I guess. Whatever happens happens." 

"You really should have told me, dude. This might be easier if you had told me."

"You mean, like -- 'Hey dude, I think you're hot, let's make out?" 

Despite his nervousness, Brendan laughed. 

When Brendan felt Joe's soft lips press against his mouth, the world again turned upside down. His stomach went queasy like it did on a roller coaster ride, and he had an urge to run and jump out a window. Then he felt a sudden heat and tightness in his pants and he began melting quickly into that forbidden world of man-love, where kisses occur behind locked doors and caresses seem more dream than reality. But this dream was real. It seemed as though all his senses had come alive. His skin prickled and his nostrils flared. 

Brendan heard Joe close to his ear, whispering, "You don't have to do anything if you don't want, Brendan. I'll go down on you again if you want me to. I'll blow you." 

"Fuck you!" said Brendan, and pushed Joe angrily onto the bed. Then after a few seconds he crawled onto the bed beside Joe so that they were facing each other, chests rising and falling in unison. He looked into Joe's intense, questioning brown eyes. 

"It's okay. It's just so fucking hot in here, " said Brendan, pulling at his shirt. "I'm sweating to death." And, indeed, rivulets of perspiration were dripping from his smooth face. "You've gotta understand, I'm only doing this if we're together on it. You and me, we do it together."

Watching Joe unbutton his jeans, Brendan bit his lower lip and ran a finger hesitantly along the side of Joe's leg. Joe could see where his eyes were going and pulled down his zipper. "It's okay," he said quietly. "You can touch anything you want. We're on spring break here, dude."

His heart pounding, Brendan slipped his hand inside Joe's briefs and touched his friend's manhood for the very first time. He held onto it and felt it throb as Joe clutched his arm. Then, almost frantically, the boys stripped off the rest of their clothes and rolled naked together on the bed, intoxicating themselves in the sweaty smells and hardness of each other's bodies. 

Later, when Brendan was feeling more relaxed and comfortable, he bent down and took the tip of Joe's penis into his mouth. He wanted to show Joe that they were still friends. Joe let out a deep, animal-like growl that sounded like a Harley Davidson gunning down the strip, and Brendan smiled. 

Spring break would never be the same.



The Morning After



Note to readers: This is meant to be a slightly more plot driven story, so if you're looking for hard and fast, try one of my other attempts. If you enjoy this story, please send me feedback, if only for the sake of my ego and remember to vote 5 before you leave. And remember folks: Do try this at home.

This story is dedicated to Holly, Ian and Carl. If Holly's reading this, then apologies for the reference, but thanks for the accidental inspiration you provided. If Ian and Carl are reading this, this is the story I was writing. Enjoy. 

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Twenty minutes before I was going to leave, the phone rang. It was Grace, my girlfriend, and she was phoning to have one of 'those' conversations. I knew what was coming before she'd even finished the first sentence.

"I think you're a really great guy, I just don't think we really connect, d'you know what I mean? It's nothing to do with you, it's me."

Yeah, like fuck it is. There's no surer way to crush a guy's heart than to fob him off with those kinds of weak excuses. Especially 20 minutes before a date. I hung up sullenly when she'd finished and stalked off down the hall.

"Who was that?" My sister Annie popped her head out of the living room. Seeing the look on my face, she realised. "Shit sorry Chris. Was that Grace?"

I nodded dumbly, still apoplectic. She pulled her head back in, recognising from experience that I'd appreciate some time alone. I continued down the hall to my bedroom and slammed the door. Sinking down on the bed, I squeezed by eyes shut to block out the tears of frustration and fury and started to beat the shit out of a pillow.

This was about the fourth or fifth time a relationship had ended this way. I was always "really sweet" and a "really nice guy," but "we never really connected, you know?" Yes I did know, but couldn't work out what I was doing that repelled women after 3 or 4 weeks in my company.

I'd resigned myself to a depressing evening trying to work out where I'd gone wrong, but there was a knock on my bedroom door before I could start properly wallowing in my self-pity.

"I'm going to rent a video in a couple of minutes. You wanna help choose?" Annie's voice floated through the door.

I considered for a second and the picked myself up off the bed. "Yeah, okay. I'll be there in just a sec."

Annie was my twin sister and we'd always had a kind of psychic connection. When we were younger, we used to finish each other's sentences and predict each other's moods. The bond had got weaker as we'd grown older, but we were still very good friends. Our parents had moved around a lot before Mum died, but we'd always have each other to talk to, wherever we went.

We'd decided to accompany the film with generous amounts of alcohol and so stopped at an off-license on the way back. Annie said it'd do me good to drown my sorrows for a night, "if only so I can see you smile for once."

Armed only with a couple of bottles of Smirnoff and under the influence of a god-awful film, we decided to have a Brother-Sister discussion about Life, the Universe and Everything, before we broached the discussion of relationships.

"So what happened with you and Grace then?"

I downed my shot of vodka before responding, partly to get it over with, but mostly in a vain attempt to put off answering. I hated vodka, but it was the easiest way to get drunk. "Nothing much. We just had a state-of-the-relationship conversation and decided it was best to break it off."

"Bollocks. Was it really that bad?"

"Pretty much." I shot her a rueful grin and she returned it with a flash of teeth. "Let's move on shall we?"

After a while we got onto the subject of first crushes. I'd admitted to Pamela Andersen (being a true child of the80s, Baywatch and a red swimming costume were the primary reasons behind that) and Annie'd confessed to Gianluca Vialli (God only knows the reasoning), before we got onto first crushes on 'real' people. I'm still a bit confused as to why I told the truth. Maybe it was the fact that I subliminally knew it was the right thing to do. Or maybe it was the vodka.

"Me?"

"Well attractive girl like you, impressionable sheltered lad like me. You'd been my best friend for years. If we weren't related, odds were we'd have got it on eventually."

I looked up from my shot glass to see Annie blushing furiously and realised the faux pas that I wouldn't have dreamed of making in sober conversation.

"Look Ann, I erm...look, I didn't mean anything serious by it, I just..."

I was saved from digging a deeper hole by her leaning over and kissing me. The shock rendered me speechless for a good few seconds afterwards, with a fizzing nerve recollection of her lips on mine hampering rational thought. Annie was watching me to gauge my reaction, chewing her lip and playing with a strand of her hair. My confusion extended to not knowing what to do next, so we sat there looking at each other for a minute, before I took the initiative, leaned over and kissed her.

It was incredible; twenty times better than it had ever been with any of my exes. Our mouths meshed, tongues tentatively exploring each other with the slight first kiss awkwardness enhancing the experience. My hands started off on either side of her face before working their way through her hair, down to her hips and then sliding up to caress her breasts, reveling in the warmth underneath her blouse, the alcoholic fuzz evaporating in an instant to leave every microsecond crystal clear.

After an eternity, we separated and my brain switched back on to deliver an unwelcome message: That was your sister you just kissed. From the look in her eyes the same thought was circulating in her head. Conversation openers, apologies, jokes and more flitted briefly through my mind as I searched desperately for something to say, before eventually coming out with the hideously inadequate "Goodnight then" and fleeing to my room, hands still burning from the illicit caress.

Breakfast was a stilted affair. Dad was still away on his 'business weekend' (long ago discovered as a euphemism for 'shagging his secretary'), so it was just the three of us, me, Annie and an uncomfortable silence that was growing harder to break with every further second that it persisted. Finally Annie broached the subject we were both thinking about.

"Did you mean what you said last night? About fancying me?"

I buttered a piece of toast furiously and avoided eye contact. With luck I could dodge the question.

"Cause I've been thinking about it and I've come to the conclusion that there's nothing wrong with it. Us, I mean. I mean if we both like each other, I don't think there's anything wrong with us having a relationship. I mean, I'm on the pill, so kids wouldn't be an issue and I just think if we're adult enough about it, there shouldn't be a problem." Long silence. "Are you going to leave that toast alone and answer me or what?"

I'd listened to her argument and could find no real flaw in her logic. Moreover the conclusion was one that I liked. I looked up at her and found my voice. "Okay then."

A long silence followed. Then another. Then my sister interrupted with "So do you wanna fuck then or what?"

We ended up in her room. Maybe because she was the instigator, but maybe also because my room was a mess and hardly conducive to a romantic atmosphere. There was still some awkwardness as we regarded each other, not quite sure how to start. Suddenly one of us moved and we were kissing again, the sensations enhanced by the taboo we were breaking. My desire for her was overwhelming and my hands were desperately trying to touch every part of her body at once.

We separated momentarily so she could relieve me of my T-shirt and I concentrated my hands on undoing her blouse. I slipped one hand inside the cup of her bra and fondled a breast, reveling in the feeling which more than equaled any of my feverish early-teen imaginings, her nipple an exclamation point against my hand as I gently squeezed. She reached behind her back and undid her bra while I extracted my hand to remove her trousers. I slid them down her bronzed thighs, enjoying the silkiness and warmth of her legs, dwelling there while she stepped out of her jeans, leaving her clad only in white knickers, the contrast against her olive skin making her near nudity much more erotic.

My erection was by now creating quite a tent in my trousers, so she helped me out of the last of my clothes and we collapsed on the bed. She straddled me and we continued our exploration of each other's mouths, her tongue rubbing over mine. My hands slid upwards from her hips, dragging across her stomach to run over her pert breasts. I cupped them, enjoying their weight and rubbed my thumbs across the smooth skin.

Her hands moved down my torso to explore my erect dick and I jumped slightly at her touch. Her hand cupped my prick and started stroking, squeezing, touching and teasing me. Go, she was an expert; the sensations she was causing were so intense as her hand rubbed my shaft before moving to brush the sensitive spot under my bell-end, the constant rhythm creating waves of heat.

All of a sudden she broker off the kiss, gave me a wicked grin and placed her head in my lap. I groaned loudly as her lips enveloped me, her practiced tongue lapping at the tip. I felt the suction create pressure inside me as the heat rose and I exploded, lost in a tsunami of pleasure as cum surged out of me.

"Jesus, where did you learn to do that?" I stammered once I'd recovered enough breath to speak.

She gave me another wicked grin. "Practice makes perfect. I assume that was good for you too?"

"Better than good"

I embraced her, glorying in her warmth and enjoying the way her breasts pressed against my chest. I rolled her onto her back and began using my mouth on her neck, my hands roving over her body, sliding slowly up and down her sides. My tongue worked as I licked and sucked, moving slowly down to her chest. Her tits bobbed as she breathed, her excitement clear as I applied myself to her soft cleavage.

I kissed all around, slowly working my way from the outside to the center, running my tongue around her dark aureolae, enjoying the feeling of erect nipple in my mouth before tightening my lips and beginning to suckle. She gasped as my mouth increased the pressure, my hands sliding underneath her body to stroke her back, which arched at my touch, pushing her breast into my face. My hands roamed her body, stroking and caressing, luxuriating in the touch of her skin, trying to pleasure every inch of her while my mouth worked at her nipple, eliciting gasps and moans.

After a minute, I reluctantly relinquished her nipple and moved down her body, my hands sliding into her knickers briefly before pulling them down. I used my fingertips, brushing the inside of her thigh, working my was up almost to her pussy before going back down, teasing, tantalizing, but never quite touching, my mouth just inches from her, blowing gently on her skin. Each time I moved up, she arched her hips, her body moving unconsciously towards my fingers, trying to gain the contact that she desired. I stayed there for a minute, enjoying her frustration and arousal, before finally going down on her.

She groaned at the first touch, a pent-up animalistic noise amplified from being stored for so long earlier. My tongue began to lap languidly at her folds, already aroused from my previous attentions, slowly and steadily licking, my lips working as I slid my tongue in and around her pussy. She was getting wetter every second and I kept up a steady rhythm, enjoying the excitement that I was causing. Her breathing became shallower as I moved my tongue onto her peal. The effect was electric as she arched her back again, pushing more of her pussy into my face. Her breasts bobbed as she began to pant; the noises she was making exciting me further.

I freed a hand from under her arse where it had gravitated and slowly slid a finger into her pussy, curling it find her sensitive spot, attending to her clit from two sides before withdrawing slightly to add a second finger, using hands to drive her to the peak of ecstasy.

I felt her orgasm build up inside her as her pussy tightened and she got much louder. Suddenly she cried out, a wordless moan of pleasure as she lost herself in the shudders of her climax.

We lay there for a second before I pulled myself out of her lap, casting an admiring glance at the sweat-sheened and still panting body of my sister. Part of my brain was trying to resume normal service and point out that this was incest, a religious and moral sin. My libido saw a very fit young woman and suspended normal service indefinitely.

Annie sat up, her cheeks still flushed, and flashed a thousand-volt grin at me. "Shit bro, if I'd known you could do that I'd had propositioned you years ago."

"You wanna...you know...do the whole thing?" Damn, I'd just eaten my sister out, but I was still nervous about asking for a fuck.

"You think after that, I'm going to say no?" she moved over to me and straddled me, slowly lowering herself onto my straining erection. I felt her warmth envelop me and shuddered as she hooked her hands around the back of my neck and began to rock gently up and down. My hands found their way to her back to stroke up and down her spine and my lips found hers again.

My senses seemed heightened, touch especially. Brief touches fizzled on my skin, her nipples brushing my chest, her hands in my hair, the warmth of her thighs on mine. I felt the delicious friction of her on me and the tantalizing rub of her tongue on mine, both of us venturing into each other, enjoying the heat that was building in both of us.

Our kiss broke and we contemplated each other. I stared into her deep brown eyes and felt my libido jump another notch as she looked back at me. Suddenly she shuddered, her eyes closing as her body shook.

"Oh my God" I gasped as she began to move more energetically, her torso writhing as she went faster. Friction built inside of me and I felt the heat surging, centring in my loins and growing with every movement and every moan from my sibling as our bodies bucked together, one organism in search of pleasure.

She collapsed first, her pussy contracting around me, squeezing my penis and my senses whited out in a neural overload as I felt the tide overwhelm me, wringing my body dry and leaving me an empty husk.

We lay there for a while, entwined in each other's arms, enjoying each other's warmth and basking in an shared post-orgasmic afterglow. We fucked several more times that day and again the next day, but however good the sex was, we realised that it wasn't right. After a few days we decided to put our physical relationship in the past, putting it aside as an enjoying, but never to be repeated mistake.

Like fuck we did!

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The Morning After



I wake and stretch, looking over at your sleeping form with a smile. I toy momentarily with the idea of waking you, but dismiss it--remembering the activities of the night before. You must be tired! I roll out of bed slowly so as not to jostle you and make my way to the bathroom. I brush my teeth while I wait for the water in the shower to heat up, smiling in reflection of the previous evening. I step into the steamy shower and sigh as hot water cascades down my body soothing away the kinks of the night. 

I reach for the soap and begin lathering my body with the fragrant, creamy soap. As my hands glide over my breasts, I feel my nipples harden under my touch and close my eyes, enjoying the sensation. I lightly squeeze the soapy globes beneath the palms of my hands and moan softly, wishing now that I had awoken you a few moments before. The water running down my body reminds me of the caressing touch of your fingers last night and my breath quickens. The growing moistness between my legs is no longer due just to the shower and I lower one hand to touch my increasingly tingly pussy. My middle finger slips between my smoothly shaven lips and I gasp at the tenderness of my clit as my finger brushes over it. I lean back against the shower wall and abandon myself to the pleasure of my own touch--my left hand pinching and rolling my nipples, as my right hand increases its circular motion on my clit. I pause for a moment to insert my middle and ring fingers inside my now aching hole and pump, wishing stronger now for your presence. 

"Oh God," I gasp involuntarily as I feel my knees weakening with my growing arousal. My fingers move back to firmly rub my hard, swollen clit and a wave of pleasure washes over me arching my back and leaving me breathless shaking, and weak from the intensity of it. I begin to recover and open my eyes. You are standing at the side of the tub, shower curtain pushed aside. The evidence of your arousal is clearly visible. 

"I see you started without me, " you say. "But, we'll finish together." 

You step into the tub and take me into your arms, lowering your mouth for a slow, deep, tongue-twirling kiss that takes my breath away. Your hands trail lightly up and down my back, caressing my ass, dancing up and down my spine. Your swollen, rock hard member is caught between our bodies. I reach for the soap and begin lathering your back, my hands kneading your muscles, massaging the tension from them. Our lips still locked, I then reach for your cock and take it into my small, soapy hand. I stroke it between my hand and belly slowly, loving the hard, smooth feel of it and torn between my desires to have it in my mouth and to have you filling me. I break the kiss, stepping back a little to allow the water to wash the soap residue from your body and locking eyes with you, slowly lower myself to my knees. You smile in anticipation of your favorite wake-up call as I take your cock into my mouth in one hungry swallow. Your hands caress my cheeks—brushing the water off of my face—as I greedily suck you deep into my throat, while my nails lightly trace over your balls-feeling their taut heavy fuzziness. My velvety soft tongue strokes your cock and my cheeks move in and out, sucking you hard. My hands move on your ass to hold you steady, since I feel your body rocking as the sensations of my warm wet mouth and soft caressing tongue overtake you. As I taste the precum oozing from the head of your cock, I start sucking you more softly and slowly, easing off so that you won’t come just yet. After one last firm lick of your shaft, I stand. 

I pull your head down to mine with one hand as I move back against the wall. My other hand is on the small of your back, guiding you with me. My back against the wall, I pull your body to mine, my breasts crushed against your chest, our tongues dancing a sensuous waltz. Your hand works in between us grasping a nipple between your fingers and pinching it lightly. I moan into your mouth while your other hand slides into the wet, hot slit between my legs. I open my thighs and grind lightly against your hand as our kiss becomes an urgent effort to devour each other. I raise my right leg and wrap it around your waist, and your hand moves from my cunt to grasp your cock. You begin stroking it lightly along my sopping silken slit. 

“Oh God, fuck me NOW,” I urge, begging you to fill my aching void. 

“Not yet,” you murmur, and continue stroking me, teasing me while I squirm beneath you trying to guide you into me. At last you begin to enter me slowly, holding my hips firmly against the wall, stilling my efforts to force you in faster. With agonizing slowness, your cock enters me an inch at a time, until I feel your balls touch my skin. You rest within me, luxuriating in the creamy heat surrounding your cock. As always, I marvel at the perfection of our fit. You begin kissing my eyes, forehead, cheeks and neck—oblivious to the water streaming between us. 

“Please……” I manage to gasp, squirming between your restraining body and the wall. You begin pumping almost all the way out slowly and then ramming your cock back into me quickly. I gently suck on your neck, moving down to kiss your chest, lightly biting your nipples. I can feel the quickening of your heart and your ragged breathing as you begin fucking me faster. I am pushed against the wall, held still by your hands, overcome with the pleasure of your huge pounding cock gliding smoothly in and out of me. At last your hands release my hips, moving to cup my breasts, and I arch my hips toward you more, urging you deeper inside me. I grab your ass, digging my nails into you as I pull you in tightly. 

“I am soooo close, don’t stop now,” I beg, knowing you, too, are close. You begin thrusting furiously into me, fucking me hard enough to slam me into the wall, but I am too far-gone to feel anything but pleasure. My leg tightens around your waist as my orgasm begins. The waves of pleasure make my pussy contract and swell, squeezing your cock like a hot, wet fist. 

“Oh Damn,…Oh God” you moan and I feel the spasms of your cock exploding inside me as you thrust as deeply as possible shooting your massive load. I feel the hot liquid dripping from my cunt, running down my legs, while you slowly pull out of me. I lower my leg, and you place your head on my shoulder and we rest against each other for a moment. 

Feeling mellow and oh so satisfied, I pick up the soap and slowly begin lathering you, washing away the residue of our lovemaking--knowing you will return the favor once I am finished.



The Morning After



Foreword:

Before you read this story we think it is important to point out a few things. This story was actually written by two people myself and my friend Helen, and is part of an ongoing role-playing scene. Having logged our scene we decided it would be fun to submit it to Literotica, and so we edited the logs to make them nice and presentable and this is the result. When this role-play was written there was no pre-planned outcome, only a general idea of what we wanted to happen, hence each pose is in response to the one before. Before the main RP starts you will see a description of both characters and of the room they are currently in. This was actually our second RP together and starts with us both in bed the morning after our first RP. You might like to note also that both Conner and Fionuala are a little more than human, Fionuala can morph into a swan at will (the nubs you will read about are the nubs of her wings in her human form and are extremely sensitive) and Conner can morph into many things, some of which you are sure to come across in other RP’s that we post. And now without further ado, the RP.

Conner:

Age: 23 
Height: 5'11" 
Gender: Male 
Weight: 161 lb 
Species: human 
Hair: Longish, Wild 
Caste: - 
Skin: Tanned, somewhat hairy 
Eyes: Black 

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Profile: The first thing you notice about this man are his eyes, almost fully black they seem to stare everywhere at once, taking in every detail of his surroundings. His nose flares often, as if he has a keen sense of smell, and his ears, somewhat pointed seem to twitch as if he hears all. He seems very in touch with his surroundings, perhaps helped by his keen senses.

He stands quite tall, almost 6ft in all when stretched out, however often he is seen, crouching low to the ground, as if ready to dart away. His movements are fluidic, almost animal like, for when he moves it is with a grace not often seen in humans. Upon his back he wears a loose shirt, unbuttoned with many tears upon it. His pants are not in much better repair. Loose and baggy allowing for freedom of movement and silence when doing so.

His hair is a dark grey, longish, sticking out messily at all angles. upon his face a lighter coloured goatee grows from his lip to his chin, widening upon his chin as if it were and upside down T. Upon his arm is something far stranger than all this, it seems to be a band of some sort. It looks like some sort of jelly, but also seems to flow around his arm, quite unlike anything you have seen before.

He turns his head to you and gives you a grin, and you notice that his teeth are all points, like that of a carnivore.

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Fionuala:

Age: 24 
Height: 5' 
Gender: Female 
Weight: Light 
Species: Seemingly Human 
Hair: long straight white 
Caste: Morphic 
Skin: very pale almost white 
Eyes: yellow 

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Profile: Before you stands a slender young woman with small yellow eyes and long straight, slightly feathery, white hair. Her eyes, although unusual in colour, are not piercing by any means, they are compassionate and caring. She has dainty dark circles around her eyes and she wears lipstick in an orange hue. Her neck is very long and slender. She is willowy in stature, despite being short, her arms and legs thin, with very white skin. 

Dressed: She is dressed in a white knee length dress, adorned with white feathers and clear beads, especially around the back, giving the impression of large folded wings. She walks a little awkwardly, almost a waddle. Her feet, held in shoes of orange leather, are oddly shaped. If you removed her shoes, you would find slightly webbed toes. She has an affinity for water, and is happiest in natural environments close to water.

Nude: Standing completely naked, she is completely hairless and her skin is very pale, almost white. Her breasts are small but adequate with slightly orange nipples. Her feet are oddly shaped with slightly webbed toes. On her back are two small ridges along her shoulder blades, which seem even whiter than the skin on the rest of her body... these are the location of her wings when she morphs. This part of her body is very sensitive.

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Beneath the Roots:

A large room constructed from the roots of a great tree. The ground below you is all soil. It seems to have been dug out to make more headroom, and so drops quite significantly from the soil outside. Roots sprout up from the ground, providing makeshift walls, any gaps between them have been filled with mud, partly to help keep the warmth in, partly to stop prying eyes. 

The only entrance into the room is covered with a drape of cloth. The room itself is rather sparsely decorated a few rugs cover the floor, comfortable to sit or lay on, and in one corner a rather simple looking bed has been constructed from springy bracken and thick, furry warm looking rugs. Across the other side of the room a few logs have been laid, covered with more rugs for comfort.

The room would be in constant darkness, were it not for the few flickering candles placed around the room, poking from holes in the wall, the light soft and occasionally flickering as one moves about, disturbing the air. The rooms itself seems unnaturally warm, as if something were providing heating, if you were to search around you might see a Trapdoor fairly well hidden beneath some leaves, with slight tendrils of steam rising up from it.

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Conner wakes slowly, realizing with a pleasant dreaminess that he is lain next to a beautiful woman, he smiles lazily and pulls the covers back slowly, ensuring not to wake her, and as she lays on her front, he slowly slides his fingers down over her spine, tracing the outline of it lightly.

Fionuala stirs softly in her sleep, a soft mewing sound escaping her still sleeping form. Her back arches slightly as his fingers run down the centre of her spine. She shuffles around a little in her sleep as the gentle action starts to wake her.

Conner strokes down her spine to the small over her back, then traces random patterns across it with a single finger, he runs his eyes over her lithe body, particularly her pert little ass, and traces a finger lightly down the crack

Fionuala stirs more, beginning to wake slowly, making soft quiet humming noises at the actions down her body. She slowly opens her eyes, realising she is not in her own home, and closes them again. She smiles as she feels him trace her crack and hums a little louder.

Conner leans over her, and still rubbing her ass gently with one hand, begins to kiss the back of her neck, he kisses down her spine, following the same path as his fingers did, as he passes them, he softly kisses each little nub on her back, then continues down, he reaches her lower back and slides his tongue out, tracing patterns on her skin, then following the wet trails with a soft blow of air, sending shivers throughout her body.

Fionuala is now awake, but lies in the same position, letting him touch her as he wishes. Her ass gently wiggling under your hand. She purrs as he kisses her neck and the kiss and trace her spine with his lips and fingers. As he kisses her wing nubs, she moans as her body starts to pulse with pleasure running through her spine and down into her stomach. She purrs again as he traces her lower back with his tongue and when he blows on the cooling wet trail she shivers with delight, goosebumps appearing on her skin. She moans a soft "Morning" and gently pushes her bottom up into his hand.

Conner smiles down at her, "Morning," he replies and squeezes her ass playfully as she pushes it up against his hands, then he kisses both cheeks all over, down one and up the other till he is at her lower back again, then he slides out his tongue and slides it down towards the crack of her ass, he wriggles it down between the tight cheek, then slides his head downwards, pulling his tongue from her lower back, all the way down to the top of her legs, which he licks playfully too.

Fionuala giggles softly, twisting her upper body just a little to be able to watch him, her swan like neck giving her an advantage with this. She purrs as he squeezes and kisses her cheeks and back and squirms just a little when he run his tongue down towards her crack, moaning softly as he runs it down the crack, her bottom lifting a little more. She lets out a happy sigh as his tongue runs down her body to her legs, licking. "Mmmm, that is good" she murmurs.

Conner grins softly, "Ah, you haven’t felt anything yet." using both hands he parts her cheeks, and makes her part her legs a little, exposing both her tight little asshole and the puffy lips of her sex, his head drops down and his tongue starts on her sex, licking it over and over upwards till finally he brings his tongue up in one long smooth motion till the tip of his tongue is circling around and around the sensitive skin of her asshole, he laps at it playfully, making it nice and wet, then blows softly on it.

Fionuala smiles at his words "Is that a promise or a threat? Either way, it sounds good." she teases as she shivers slightly at his gentle parting of her cheeks and legs. She moans softly as he licks her sex, squirming gently as he starts to circle her asshole, making it wet. She gasps as he blows on it. "Oh" she moans.

Conner rolls his tongue and presses it against her asshole. Slowly it begins to slide in, parting her ass. It doesn’t get very deep, but then he pulls away and brings a finger to her, he slides it around her wet puckered asshole, then slowly pushes it fully into her, up to the second knuckle, using his saliva as lubricant. He twists it around and strokes her inner walls with his finger tip, then pushes it till it is in her as far as he can make it. Slowly he slides it out again, then back in, building up a slow pumping motion, as he does so, his tongue continues to lick and flick over her sex, occasionally up to her ass, licking around the skin there as he slides his finger in and out.

Fionuala moans softly as his tongue slides in, her smile getting bigger. She whimpers as he removes it and watches as he starts to put his finger where his tongue had just been. She moans as the finger slowly slides around then pushes into her, feeling him push deeper and feeling the strokes, she lets out a gasp and a moan. Whimpering as he pulls out and then moaning as he pushes back in. She feels him start to pump and lick and grins and moans louder.

Conner laughs softly, "I guess you like that, eh? How about this then?" he brings another finger to her ass and slowly pushes that in, along with the other one, slowly pushing them both in as deep as he can, spreading her tight little ass wide, then as he begins to fuck her ass with both fingers, he wriggles them inside of her, stroking her insides in a fast motion as he does so. His tongue returns to her pussy and he thrusts it in deep, tasting her juices as she becomes more and more turned on. He laps at her eagerly and begins to move his fingers faster in and out of her ass, his free hand grabs her hips and pulling her up till she is on her knees, her ass pointing up in the air, her face still on the pillow, and as she looks back she can see his large cock, stiff and erect, practically dripping with precum.

Fionuala chuckles softly as he speaks, nodding "Mmmm, I do" she mumbles softly and moans louder as he pushes another finger into her. She moans as he wiggles and strokes, feeling it through the thin walls, making her pussy throb. As his tongue thrusts, her pussy gets wetter and wetter, giving him more and more to lap. Her body trembling softly at the double penetration. She moans more, in anticipation, as he lifts her, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. She licks her lips subconsciously as she gazes on his erect cock. "Oh, that looks good." she moans with a wink.

Conner pulls his fingers from her ass and kneels up straight behind her, "Well, I guess if you want it, I better give it you then, eh?" He moves closer, one hand still on her ass, holding it open, the other at the base of his cock guiding it. He moves close and she can feel the tip of his cock brush over her moist pussy lips, feeling the wet stickiness of his precum mixing with hers, creating little strands between her sex and his. He slides it up over her sex, then up to her asshole, which remains slightly open now with no fingers in it, he brings the tip to her asshole and slowly glides it around and around, teasing her. "Do you want it? Do you want to feel my hot shaft sliding up your ass?" he asks, his voice a low growl.

Fionuala whimpers as he pulls out his fingers and she smiles brightly as he speaks. She sticks her cute ass up higher in the air as an answer. She purrs and smiles as he brushes his cock up the lips of her pussy, and the lips squeeze gently, forcing more wetness from inside her moist hole. She whimpers as he teases her asshole with his tip and nods, growling softly back to your growl "Yes, I want it. I want it bad. Fill me with your cock. Fill my ass up." she begs.

Conner gives a little grin, then slowly plunges his cock into her ass, stretching it even more, sliding his cock in till it can go no further. His balls rest against her pussy lips now, and she can feel them pulse slightly with the beat of his heart against her wet lower lips. He holds himself there for a few moments, letting her get used to the size, then slides back, pulling out completely till just the very tip of his cock remains within her. Then, without warning, he slams in hard, filling her up once more, almost instantly, his balls slapping once hard against her sex. Again he pauses, then slowly pulls out and pushes in, beginning to build up a rhythm as he slides his hot cock in and out of her ass, making it twitch each time he buries it, the thick veins on the shaft itself pulsing as his blood flows with the beat of his heart.

Fionuala groans a little with the size as he stretches her, a slight pain soon replaced by pleasure and she moans "Oh, that's good" as he slowly slides in as deep as he can. Her pussy jumps slightly at the feeling of his balls against her lips and at the beat of his heart. She breathes deeply in the calm moment. A whimper issues as you pull out and then she squeals softly at the sudden slamming and slapping, her pussy contracting as you plunge. As you start to build a rhythm, her hips and bottom move to meet him and she starts to pant and moan continuously as her pussy and ass muscles contract and release around him, her body shaking slightly.

Conner continues slamming deep into her ass, building up the rhythm till he is plunging in and out hard and fast, filling her fully each time. His balls slapping against her wet pussy with a wet slap each time he plunges, little stands of her pussy juice linking them together, as he fucks her. He slides his hands up her back till he reaches her little nubs, and, then, with the lightest of touches he can manage while moving his body so wildly, he circles around them with his thumbs, then begins to stroke them one at a time, in time with each thrust into her ass. Moaning as her ass contracts hard around his rigid shaft.

Fionuala moans louder as he slams deep into her, filling her. The feeling of his balls slapping against her, making her lips bounce and pussy judder. Her body moving to meet him each time he plunges and her pussy and ass muscles tighten and release around him. She trembles and moans as pulses of pleasure runs from her ass into her pussy through the stroking of the thin walls. And the touch of his hands on her back makes her twist and squirm in delight. But the final action of his hands stroking her wing nubs sends pulses of pleasure running down her spine, rippling through her stomach and into her pussy, joining those coming from the action of his cock. She screams as her body starts to shake uncontrollably.

Conner slows his movements as she starts to squirm and wriggle beneath him, not wanting to cum just yet and her actions almost sending him over the edge. Instead he slides his hands down and grabs her hips hard, holding them still as best he can while she cums. He slowly pulls his cock from her ass then slides it back in, waiting for her to calm down slightly before he sends her over the edge again.

Fionuala wasn't quite there yet, so the fact that he stops playing with her wing nubs quickly stops the uncontrollable shaking and leaves her body softly trembling, the echoes of the pulses of pleasure still rippling through her body. Her scream stifled by moans much more soft. His hands on her hips interpreted as a sign to stop pushing to meet him. She whimpers softly as she feels him slowly pull out and then squeals softly with glee again as he slides in. Her body full of small ripples of pleasure just ripe to be intensified.

Conner slowly starts speeding up again, enjoying taking her to the brink then denying her the opportunity to collapse over it. Once more he slides a hand up her back, just one this time, and begins to circles and strokes those little nubs. His other hand disappears for a moment, not touching her at all, and all the time he continues to slam his cock deep into her ass, occasionally twisting his hips to screw it in deeper. Suddenly she feels something smooth and cold against her lower back, tracing patterns. Once more his thrusts slow down till he is slowly driving in and out of her, and the strange coldness upon her back slides down, over one asscheek and towards her sex. It is in fact a smooth wooden dildo, carved meticulously, nice and thick and long too. Without any hesitation he finds the opening to her sex and drives it in deep, then leaves it there, pulling his hand away and starting to slam hard into her ass again, and as he does, each time his balls slap forward, they push against the base of the dildo, stuffing it up into her dripping pussy.

Fionuala moans again as he steps up the speed, not quite frustrated with his earlier actions, but now relieved. The hand on her nubs forcing the echoes of pleasure to build up quickly till they are pulsing and coursing through her body. She starts pushing back as her muscle contract around him, then shivers slightly at the strange coldness against her back. She whimpers again as he slows down the pace, and squirms slightly at the strange feeling object sliding along her body, but squeals with surprise as he drives the dildo deep. And as he starts slamming into her ass again, with his balls slamming against the dildo as well, filling both holes, her muscles clenching as her body starts to shake again and she starts to moan louder as her pleasure starts to rise again.

Conner continues slamming into her, this time, as her body starts to shake, both hands move to her nubs and pinch them softly, then stroke and caress them, his cock slides smoothly in and out of her stretched ass now, filling her back tunnel fully as the dildo fills her pussy. He screws in and out of her hard and fast, and she can feel his cock twitch and grow within her, swelling as the blood rushes to his organ, his breath catches in his mouth and in between gasps of breath and pleasure he growls out, "That’s it baby, I’ve filled both holes now, cum for me, cum violently till you pass out!" he punctuates each words with a hard thrust of his hips, stabbing his cock deep into her.

Fionuala moans louder as his hands move to her nubs, stroking and caressing. She trembles and shakes as her pleasure increases, the ripples in muscles becoming a storm as she heads rushing up towards a peak. Her moans turn to quiet screams as the feelings take over, her pussy and ass becoming like vices clenching onto the dildo and his cock inside her, filling her up. And then her spine twists and her body goes rigid and she screams out loud as the waves course right through her, building up to the top of a chasm that has to be plunged. She screams even louder as she hears his words and her body starts to shake uncontrollably as she pushes right to the edge, she pants out "Cum.... with.... me." as her body becomes a quivering mass of muscles, centred in her pussy and ass.




The Morning After



I looked over at you in the early morning light that peeped through the edges of the closed curtains and cast a soft glow across the bed. Your chest rose and fell with the rhythmically breathing of a deep relaxed sleep. I smiled as I watched you sleeping so soundly. It was almost a shame to wake you up but I knew that ultimately you were going to enjoy the surprise that I had for you. I leaned over and softly kissed your cheek. It was scratchy with five o'clock shadow. I gently lifted your arm from across my body, careful not to wake you. I watched and listened, trying not to make any sudden moves as I silently slid out from under your arm and lowered it back against the bed. I didn't want you to waken just yet. 

I tried not to giggle as I slid off the edge of the bed onto the floor and reached underneath. My eyes remained watching you for any sign of alertness and my hands searched for the stuff I stashed under the bed yesterday, before you came home from work. I found what I was looking for and pulled the soft cloth out from underneath the bed. Four silk scarves, perfect.

I had to work quickly even though you were a pretty sound sleeper; this was going to be tricky because I would have to move you several times without waking you. First I made my way around the bed and tied the end of each scarf to one corner of the bed, securing them tightly to the metal frame under the bed. Then I started at your feet. One leg was closer to one side of the bed so I took the free end of the scarf at that corner and tied it carefully around your ankle there. Luckily you were already lying on your back. I tied the knot securely, but not tight enough to wake you; the knot would tighten slightly when you pulled on it. This is why I had to work quickly; if you pulled your leg away and it tightened around your ankle, you would most definitely wake up before I had a chance to finish what I was doing. Your other leg I had to untangle from the blanket and pull it over a bit. That done I moved up to the head of the bed and did the same with your wrists, pulling them gently towards the corners of the bed and being careful not to create too much tension. You must have been really exhausted after yesterday. You didn't flinch. I picked a clean towel off of the floor and folded it several times lengthwise and placed it over your closed eyes. You moved your head slightly back and forth in your sleep. The weight of the folded towel was just enough to hold it in place over your eyes. You would need your hands free to actually remove it. If you woke up and tried to remove it you would realize that you were securely bound to the bed. Now came the fun part.

I stood at the foot of the bed and picked up the edge of the blanket and slowly dragged the blanket off of your body, letting the edges of it tickle you lightly as it slid down your chest, over your stomach, brushing against your manhood; which incidentally, began to swell of its own free will. I smiled to myself and dragged the blanket all the way off of you and deposited it on the floor.

The bed creaked lightly as I let my knees down on it and crawled slowly up between your legs. Even in your sleep you must have sensed something because your member lay already hard and swollen against your abdomen. I lowered my head and tentatively dragged the tip of my tongue up the underside of your cock from the base to the head. I wrapped my fingers around the base and my lips around the head, taking the top of it into my hot mouth. You let out a deep sigh and tugged slightly at your bound ankles. The knots tightened. I felt your body go stiff as you began to drift out of your dreams and to awaken to the sensation that something wasn't quite right. 

I let my tongue caress the head of your cock for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of my wet tongue sliding over the smooth skin of your swollen member. I flicked my tongue along the ridge and noticed you beginning to squirm, shifting your hips and pulling on your bound wrists and ankles. I slid you further into my hot mouth, moving my lips slowly down the length of your hard cock and sliding you right to the back of my throat. You were fully encased in my wet mouth, your arms and legs bound tightly in place. The knots tightened as you pulled on them. I looked up while you were still in my mouth and saw you moving your head from side to side like you were trying to shake off your blindfold. I knew then that it had had the desired effect. You awoke to darkness and bondage, to the feel of someone sucking your cock...but because you couldn't see who it was you were caught a little off guard. I continued to massage your cock with my tongue, sliding you slowly in and out of my mouth. You moaned softly as I reached down with my free hand and cupped your balls. I pulled on them slightly, squeezing very gently as I continued to suck and lick along your hard length. A nervous breath of laughter came from your mouth.

"Shanna?" you questioned.

I continued what I was doing without answering. That nervous laugh came again.

"That IS you, isn't it?" Again I didn't reply. That was the whole point of the blindfold. I wasn't going to answer. I wanted you wondering. Although logically you would have to assume that the person loving you with their mouth while you were spread eagle and tied to the bed would be the same person you fell asleep with last night-that was the thing about waking up blindfolded and not being able to verify that for sure--take away certain senses and others are heightened. Not only would your sense of touch be heightened because you couldn't see or hear me but not being able to verify anything would add to the intensity of the moment. 

You began to squirm in an almost uncomfortable way but the feel of your swollen member throbbing inside of the confines of my hot mouth defied that minor sense of unease.

I sat back on my heels. "Shhhh." I said softly. I reached up and ran my nails lightly down your chest and over your stomach; not hard enough to scratch, just enough to make you shiver. I licked at one nipple, as I pressed my hips against yours, letting you feel the heat between my legs as I did so. When you began to squirm again I knelt back on my heels and ran my fingernails gently up the inside of your thighs. Your member jumped. When I got to the top of your thighs, I pressed the pad of two fingers against the soft flesh between your anus and your balls and I massaged there in a circular motion for a few seconds before dragging my fingernails very, very lightly up over your balls. You stiffened and then moaned as I wrapped my hand around the base of your now aching cock. I smiled to myself; delighted with the effect I was having on you and then lowered my head and took you back into my mouth. I wanted to tease you as much as you had teased me last night in the hot tub. Every time I felt you were close to cumming I would draw my mouth away and leave it for a few seconds until I saw your body relax again. You were panting hard, frustrated growls escaping periodically between your lips. But you said nothing.

I thought about what had happened last night as I slid you slowly in and out of my mouth, feeling your cock pulse against the caress of my tongue. 

Last night had been your birthday. You had come home from work, tired as usual. I had everything all set up for a nice relaxing evening. I took you by the hand and led you outside into the back yard. From the backdoor we could see the steam rising out from around the gazebo. I had uncovered the hot tub and set up candles all along the railing of the gazebo and their flames flickered golden in the mist of steam and cast a warm and inviting glow around the gazebo even though it was February. When you saw what I had set up, you smiled at me, a weary but grateful smile. I even had a bucket of champagne chilling and two glasses set on the ledge of the tub that served as a tabletop.

We stepped into the steamy room and slipped off our clothes. I helped you with yours and then we slid into the hot soothing water. 

I sat behind you on the bench inside of the hot tub and wrapped my legs around the outside of your thighs and began kneading your shoulders, digging my fingers in to loosen your muscles and release any tension you held there. Your skin felt warm and pliable and soon you relaxed back into me, sighing. I kissed the back of your neck and then slid my tongue up your neck as you shivered. I giggled and wriggled out from behind you, slipping around to face you, dragging my wet slippery skin against yours. You looked much more relaxed now, the tension gone from you face as if it had evaporated up into the air with the steam from the tub. You reached up with both hands to caress the roundness of my breasts. I arched forward. My nipples hardened under your touch. I reached up and grabbed you by the wrists to stop you.

"Wait," I said smiling. "Champagne?" I asked nodding towards the bucket of ice-cold champagne I had chilling up on the ledge of the tub. 

Sure," you smiled and nodded. I reached over and handed you the bottle so you could pop the cork as I held the two glasses. You poured the champagne into the glasses and put it down on the edge again. I handed you your glass.

"Cheers," I said clinking my glass with yours. "Happy Birthday, baby."

"Cheers," you replied, "and thank you." We took a sip, as the bubbles rose up in the glass, tickling our noses.

"How was your day?" I asked. 

"It's better now," you replied with a smile. We talked and joked as we each finished our glass of champagne...and then had another. 

"Okaayy, one more," I said, waving the bottle in front of your face. "There is only enough left for one more." We had both become very relaxed by this time. I held up my glass for you to pour. You smiled mischievously and then grabbed me by the hips and lifted me slightly out of the water in front of you. You then proceeded to pour the rest of the bottle of champagne down over my chest and into the water. My nipples puckered and I gasped in shock as the cold liquid hit my hot skin but I didn't have time to recover before the cold chill was replaced with the feel of your mouth, hot on my breast as you licked the champagne off and sucked my nipples. I squirmed and tried to wrap my legs around you. You put your arms around me and brought me closer, smiling and saying 'well...it is MY birthday.' I smiled back and leaned in to kiss you deeply on the mouth. Our tongues met and we kissed hungrily even though it had only been morning since we had last seen each other. We kissed for a while, our kisses getting deeper and wilder when I suddenly realized I still had my champagne glass in my hand. I laughed when I accidentally bonked you lightly in the head and I pulled back and motioned that I was going to put my glass over on the edge. I was startled by the look behind your blue eyes. Passion and heat radiated from you gaze with an intensity that made my breath catch in my throat and made it hard to tear away from your gaze; to put my glass down. There was no hint of a smile on your face now; no playfulness, only a burning light that radiated from your eyes and made me wonder what you were thinking. I tore my gaze away and turned my back on you, moving to put my wine glass on the side of the tub. I heard the water move behind me as you came up and grabbed the glass from my hand and put it beside the bucket. Without saying anything you grabbed me from behind and lifted me so that I was bent over the opposite side of the hot tub. I was standing on the bottom and leaning over the submerged bench, my hands on the sides of the tub and my ass out of the water. You were standing behind me and you leaned over and covered my hands with yours. 

"Don't move your hands!" you ordered in a harsh whisper beside my ear. You reached under and began to massage my breasts, squeezing and caressing with the palm of your hand. You began to get a little rougher. I squirmed. You pinched one of my nipples hard. I gasped and jumped back removing my hands from the side of the hot tub. You removed your hands and grabbed me by the hair. Not hard, just securely. You knew how much that turned me on. What happened next though was unexpected. As you tugged my head back, your free hand came down hard against the damp skin of my bare backside.

"I told you not to move your hands," you growled. I put them back. You let go of my hair and I felt another slap land on the other cheek. It wasn't a violent smack, but was hard enough I could feel the flush of heat where my skin began to turn pink. You slapped a few more times watching as my skin reddened beneath your slaps. 

My ass was now burning hot but I had not let go of the sides of the tub. A familiar ache was beginning to spread through my pussy and you stopped slapping and reached down between my legs to rub a finger along my now slippery slit. You massaged my clit and then drew you finger down away from it and slid it inside me. I moaned. You slid it in once and then out and back up over my clit and then back inside of me. I began to squirm and as I did so, you slapped me again.

"Please," I begged, thrusting my hips higher, my ass back towards you.

"Please, what?" you answered with another stinging slap, hot against my backside. "Please stop slapping you?"

"No," I said. You continued to play with my wet pussy, as you slapped me again, lighter this time.

"Pleaaasee," I begged again.

"Please what? You have to tell me what you want, Shannie," you replied. Your voice had an almost wicked, delighted quality to it. I was beginning to get frustrated, but my head was too foggy to focus.

"Please, I need you inside of me," I whispered hoarsely. "Please....fuck me," I pleaded.

Your fingers had stopped their rhythmic pattern and you leaned down across my back, reached under and squeezed one of my nipples fairly hard.

"Why should I?" you asked. I whimpered in frustration. You licked the back of my neck while you pulled on my nipple. I could feel your cock pressed hard against the side of my reddened backside. "Why should I?" you asked again. "Are you wanting to be my little slut, Shanna?"

"Yes," I replied and then again. "Please, Chris, I need you so badly." 

You chuckled, gave my breast a final squeeze, and then stood up behind me. Your hand was replaced by the head of your hard cock. You began to rub it up and down my wet slit, pressing it up against my clit, rubbing it back and forth. Your cock slid down towards my opening and you let it rest there but didn't enter me. You rubbed back and forth teasingly. I was breathing really heavy now, trying hard to control myself, trying hard not to let go of the side of the tub. But you just continued to tease me, never entering me, just rubbing back and forth. 

Then slowly, I could feel the tip your cock enter me. I moaned and tried to thrust back harder to make you fill me faster. But you grabbed me by the hips and held me still as you entered me with excruciating slowness. My face was hot with steam and exhaustion. The hot water lapped at my upper thighs, tickling and taunting. I was ready to burst into tears. But you continued to enter me slowly. I could feel myself fill with you inch by slow inch. My muscles contracted around your cock, trying to pull you further inside of me. 

I moaned loudly as your hips came up hard against my reddened rear end. Then to my aggravation you pulled out just as slowly....and then slid back inside of me just as slowly again. I wanted release so badly that I tried to wiggle out of the steel grip you had on my hips that held me still while you slid the length of your cock slowly in and out my slippery heat. My attempt was answered by a sudden emptiness as you pulled all the way out and stopped, but still held tight to my hips. I began to whimper. You were breathing heavy by this time too, and I could tell you were fighting for control as well. This time when you entered me, I squeezed my pussy muscles as hard as I could. Your fingers on my hips suddenly gripped hard and your body stiffed and you pulled all the way out of me again. Your hands move down over my backside as you gripped one cheek in each hand and squeezed, spreading me further apart as you groaned and plunged deeper inside of me than you had gone so far. You started slamming all the way into me over and over again, the length of your hard cock plunging hard into my hot wet pussy. My legs were shaking and my moans were verging on screams now, as I tried not to think about the fact that the neighbors could probably hear me. I pushed my hands hard against the side of the hot tub for leverage so that I could thrust back towards you as you thrust into me. You stiffened and I could feel your cock swell even bigger inside of me.

A final thrust inside of me and I could feel your engorged cock begin to pulse hot liquid up inside of my pussy. It was all I could stand. My muscles began to involuntarily squeeze around you. I felt the orgasm spread up through my body making it tingle with release.

You pulled out of me and we both sat side by side in the hot tub trying to catch our breath. You looked over, smiled and then kissed me. Then we both got up out of the water wrapped ourselves in big fluffy towels and headed back towards the house. Even though we were both spent, I offered you a massage before bed, seeing as how it was your birthday. You accepted and afterwards we both fell into a sound sleep. Too much heat, exertion, and champagne had not allowed us the energy to do anything after the massage. But that was okay, cause I knew you would wake up horny--making my plan for morning all the more delicious. I smiled wickedly to myself as I drifted off to sleep.

And now here we were. Now I was repaying you for last night in kind. Teasing you with my hot mouth and tongue as you lay blindfolded, spread eagle, and tied to the bed. Waking up like that with the feel of your cock warm and wet inside my mouth. Sliding in and out of my mouth to the point of release and then being denied. I could see the tension in your arms and legs. I could feel you press harder into my mouth as you strained your hips upwards. I could hear your breathing loud and ragged in the room, hear the moans that escaped from between your lips. But still you said nothing. I continued to suck on your cock, sliding you in and out of my mouth enjoying the power I had as your cock throbbed and swelled to the point of a release that I wouldn't let happen. I drew my mouth away and down between your thighs, licking the soft skin there. I took one of your balls into my hot mouth and sucked gently on it. Licked the other and then sucked on them both while my thumbs massages your inner thighs. Your cock jumped again, demanding attention. Finally you spoke the words I had been waiting for.

"Please," you said, your voice coming out in a ragged groan. I slid up and licked some precum off the tip of your cock but didn't put it back in my mouth.

"Please what?" I asked. With some effort you smiled crookedly from under the blindfold.

"Please," you groaned again, begging.

"Please what, Chris, you have to tell me what you want."

"Please let me cum...I want to cum inside your mouth," you gasped.

I smiled and slid the length of your cock deep inside of my mouth. I moved my mouth faster this time; up and down your length, making circles with my tongue. I felt you swell in my mouth as your hips strained forward and you groaned. I let you cum this time, feeling the hot juices pump from your pulsating cock into the back of my throat. I swallowed them all, licking at the head of your cock as your as I drew you out of my mouth and your body relaxed. Drunk with power I untied your ankles and reached up and untied your wrists and removed the blindfold. I kissed you softly on the lips and cuddled against your side, my head on your chest. "Happy morning after your birthday," I sighed pressing up against you. 




The Morning After



I had to admit I got turned on knowing one of my neighbors had seen my naked backside. 

When I walked in the house that morning I was surprised by a friend of my oldest son who was waiting for him in the living room. I don't know if he had been part of my gangbang, but I'm sure he had seen the pictures from that night by the way he grinned at me. I said "hi" and turned to go upstairs to my bedroom. He said "Nice ass, come talk to me." 

In my surprise to see him there I had forgotten I was only wearing an apron. I turned back around and walked to where he was sitting. He slid forward on the couch and put his hands around my waist. 

"Jay's in the shower so we have a some time," he said as his hands untied the back of my apron. He then moved one hand down to my naked ass, the other he brought forward and slid up between my thighs to my slit, slipping two fingers right inside me. I moaned softly. He told me to take off the apron as he dipped his fingers in and out of my wet pussy.

I slipped the apron over my head and tossed it on the floor. Now totally naked I smiled and asked "what do you want?" and licked my lips. 

He answered "take out my cock and suck it slut." 

I said "just a minute" and pulled away and went upstairs. I had to make sure my son was still in the shower, and grab something from my room. I got what I wanted and went back downstairs.

I think he was a little surprised to see me holding a good sized dildo complete with balls. I knelt down on my knees in front of him and went for his zipper. I pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles and gave the tip of his cock a little lick. I started fingering myself with one hand as I licked up and down his shaft, also licking his balls. I grabbed the dildo and positioned it under me, lowering my now dripping pussy down all the way to the base of this rubber cock. His eyes widened as I started riding my toy. Once I got a slow, steady rhythm going, I leaned forward and put my mouth down on his dick, moving in time with my dildo fucking. When I slid down all the way on the dildo I would go down on his cock. 

He grabbed my head, pushing his cock easily into my throat. I knew I would cum any minute and started riding faster. He moved my head up and back down at his own pace now, going into my throat on every stroke.

"Oh you're a good slut aren't you," he said as he started moving my head faster. 

I moved one hand to my clit and started rubbing fast as I felt my orgasm building. I started sucking harder as I got closer to cumming. I knew he would blow his load any second now. I started pumping my mouth up and down even faster, burying my nose in his pubic hair with every stroke. I felt him tense up and his first shot of spunk let go in my throat, before I had a chance to pull back, his second caught the back of my tongue as my own orgasm hit me, though not as good as I had hoped. I continued to suck on his cock until his spurting stopped, savoring the taste before swallowing it down. 



I heard the water shut off upstairs, so I knew we only had a few more minutes before my son would be down. I lifted myself off the rubber cock and handed it to him. 

I got on my hands and knees and said "fuck my ass with the dildo." 

It was nice and juicy from my pussy. He put is against my asshole and pushed it all the way in. I moaned out loud! He pulled it back all the way out and immediately shoved it back in to the balls. Then he started pumping it in and out with long steady strokes. 

I felt another orgasm building up. He started pumping me fast and harder, smacking the balls against my pussy with every stroke. With out warning he pulled the dildo out of my ass and buried it in my dripping cunt. He was pounding away on my pussy, when he paused for a moment and slipped his cock in to my asshole, with the dildo still in my snatch. I guess he must have gotten hard again fucking me with the dildo. I came, this time it was a good one. I could feel my juices dripping down my legs. He started moving his cock in and out while moving the dildo in time with his thrusts. I was on a constant peak, moaning with every thrust. 

He stopped suddenly and pulled his cock out of my ass. He then did something I did not expect. He started pressing his cock in to my pussy with the dildo still in place. I could feel myself stretching to fit the second cock. It felt tight, but soooo good. Once he got his cock all the way in he started to slide the dildo out, stopping about halfway. Then he slid his cock halfway out and pushed them both back in together. He started pounding me with the dildo and his cock, and even slipped a few fingers into my asshole. Then he tensed up as I felt his cock start to spasm deep in my pussy. I let out a really loud moan as I came hard again. He pulled his cock out of me and I just rolled over and collapsed onto my back with the dildo still firmly planted in my pussy, totally exhausted. I looked up to see my oldest son standing at the foot of the stairs, staring at me. 





The Morning After



The bright sun streaming through the windows of our bedroom and the billowing of the sheers covering the sliding doors to our patio outside the bedroom awakes me. As I stretch lazily, I turn to seek your beautiful face on the pillow beside me but you are gone.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee approaches the room and you enter carrying a tray with two cups, the carafe thermos keeping the coffee warm and some delicious croissants fresh out the oven.

"How long have you been up, my darling?" I ask

"Only about an hour; I heard the babe and went to change and feed her and she fell right back to sleep again so I brought us some breakfast in bed as well as the Sunday paper"

You handed me the tray to steady and slipped out of your robe; you were wearing my favourite sheer nightgown. As you slipped under the sheets after fluffing up your pillows, you grinned at me saying, "Food and the crossword puzzle first, my beautiful husband. Then we will talk" You laughed your throaty sound I adore so much at this last word as I placed the tray over both our closely cozied hips.

We spread butter on the croissants and took turns feeding each other, never missing the chance to kiss the fallen crumbs from each other's mouth and chests. The coffee was pure ambrosia and as we sipped it, we whispered quietly (so as not to waken babe) about our plans for today and our glowing future together. We often share our hopes and dreams with each other especially as we lay in bed after a long satisfying session of lovemaking or the morning after such as this one.

The night before, we had gone out for dinner as a family. It is always a joy to see other patrons in a restaurant compliment us on our beautiful baby. And she was so good; she as usual charmed everyone around us and we were so much the proud parents. After dinner, we went for a stroll along the path circling the lake in the nearby park – it was a balmy night after several weeks of hot and humid nights; a very welcome change.

As we neared home, the baby fell asleep so I bundled her into my arms and carried her up to her room. While you drew yourself a hot bubble bath, I undressed our sweet one, put on her PJ's and tucked with a kiss into bed for the night. I closed her door after ensuring that the baby monitor was turned on and followed the sound of your humming down the hall. I had stopped in the kitchen for a glass of ice water to put beside our bed, as is our custom since we often wake in the night after a session of loving thirsty and parched.

As I glanced into the steamy bathroom, I spied you now naked and standing with one foot up on the vanity while you shaved your legs and clipped the longer hairs on your pussy. From the rear, I could admire the flawless taut outline of your butt through the steam and then watched fascinated as you wiped the shaving cream from the engorged lips of your pussy – so full in fact that I could see them peeking through your spread legs!

You dropped the facecloth into the sink and ran your fingers lightly along your almost completely smooth mons and into your wet slit. Drops of your juices were running down your thighs as your fingers brushed your clit lightly. As I listened to your moans of self-induced pleasure, I could only wish that it were my tongue and not your fingers that were so wonderfully buried in your now streaming cunt. You thrust your hips against your hand as your orgasmed in ripples and cries.

As you let your foot fall to the floor, your eyes opened enough to see me reflected in the mirror standing at the bathroom door in a pile of my clothes holding the glass of ice water in one hand. You looked down to my rampant cock and the fist stroking it as I gazed into your eyes. Precum dripped to the tile floor between my legs as I approached you next to the sink. Putting the glass of water on the end of the counter, I gripped your slim waist and hefted you up onto the wide and deep vanity next to the sink. I lifted your feet until they were resting on the rounded edge of the counter and the pulled over the chair we keep in the large bathroom.

First shutting the door to keep our noise from waking the baby, I drew the chair almost to the counter top and sat down. I reached your knees and spread them wide until they were over your spread feet. As I leaned to rest my head on your warm thigh, I blew lightly across those ruby red stretched labia; the coolness of my breath – having just sipped some of the ice water – as it struck your steaming hot pussy, sent shivers through your body.

I reached over to the glass and withdrew an ice cube and ran it slowly over your taut nipples causing them to pucker and grow even harder and longer. In the heat of the bathroom, the ice quickly melted and the cool water ran between your breasts, across your tight tummy and through your gaping pussy. By the time it reached those most sensitive spots, it had warmed on your skin so the shock wasn't that great.

Reaching for yet another ice cube, I put this one in my mouth before leaning down to run my cold tongue inside your burning pussy. This time, you cried out as your hips arched high off the counter in a body thrashing orgasm. When that had passed I fished out the remaining three ice cubes and, one at time, fed them into your heated pussy. The effect of the intrusion of such cold into an area that was so hot set you off over and over again as I attacked your inflamed clit, sucking and rolling it around between my lips.

The ice quickly melted inside you and you gushed a burst of cum and water over the edge of the counter and into my waiting mouth. I stood and pushed the chair back across the floor and, wrapping your legs around my waist, drove my rigid cock all the way into your flowing pussy! God, my darling! I love to feel your velvet pussy grip me in its loving grasp!

Fully imbedded in you I placed your arms tightly around my neck and with you fixed to me at neck and groin with my hands supporting your ass, I stepped into the hot bubble filled tub and carefully sank us into the soothing water. As I leaned back against the sloped end of the tub, your freed your legs from around my waist and knelt on either side of me. With one dropping motion, your pussy – so open and hot – dropped down onto my cock and you started to ride me like a stallion. Lucky for us we have an old-fashioned claw foot tub that is very deep else we would had flooded the whole floor of the bathroom (and the kitchen below). As it was, water and bubbles did splash over the edge of the tub each time you sunk deep onto me and very soon, I could feel you starting to shake and tremble as you felt the start of another orgasm.

"I'm cumming!" you screamed before biting down on my shoulder to muffle the sounds. "Oh my god!"

As you collapsed against my chest almost sobbing with relief, I shot my pent up load over and over filling you totally and you shook with a series of mini orgasms as you felt me bathe your insides with my cum.

You slipped off me and lay at my side as we cuddled in the still hot water. We slowly kissed each other and stroked one another's tender privates until we almost drifted off. We climbed out of the tub, and after towelling each other off, I drained the tub, turned out the lights and we walked arm in arm to crawl into our cozy bed. 

This was the night that preceded our breakfast in bed. That morning, the crossword puzzle was forgotten as I lifted your gossamer nightie over your head and feasted once more on the most beautiful body in the world. 

You are my wife and I love you to the end of time! 



The Morning After



It was nearly 9:00 when Sharon rolled over and looked at the clock. The party the 

night before went on well into the morning, and to say the least, Sharon had had quite a night. As she lay there in her bed, eyes half closed, she remembered the feel of Janet's hands on her body. She could feel the way Janet took control and the way her own body responded to it. Not since she and Jeff were first married had she felt this kind of fire. Sex with Jeff had always been good, and there was nothing he didn't know about her, that is until now, but last night was like something out of a dream; a very erotic dream. 

With her eyes still foggy and feeling half dazed, Sharon remembered Jeff had mentioned an 8:00 tee time. He was gone for the day. She giggled as she thought to herself. "With all that went on, I'm surprised it even registered." 

With both arms raised high over her head and the soft pillow cradling her, Sharon extended her body into a hard stretch and yawned. "God!" she said it almost out loud. "That was just too good to be true." As she lay there thinking of the previous nights events, the sudden tingle between her legs reminded her just how true it had been. It wasn't long before Sharon inched her fingers down over her mound and into her already dampening slit. Her clit was almost instantly hard and in seconds she was gliding her long slender fingers into the wet tunnel and dragging juices around the stiff pink nub. Her moans were soft and sensual as she remembered the feel of Janet's hands caressing her body, undressing her. They became louder as once again she could almost feel the sting of the woman's hand on her backside. 

"Oh, God." She whimpered. Her body was on fire once again and with her nightie pushed up over her hips and thighs, Sharon was now furiously massaging her clit. With her legs bent at the knees and her hips rocking, she plunged two fingers hard and deep inside herself and began to moan frantically. Fantasy had always been a vital part of Sharon's sex life and this morning was no different, except that this was no fantasy. 

"Oh, Janet. Please, fuck me." Sharon heard herself begging. "Please, fuck me hard" 

With her fingers diving and pumping in and out, Sharon brought herself to a hard climax. With her legs spread wide and her pussy soaked, she lay there smiling. 

"Mmm, it truly was amazing." She whispered only to herself. 

It was the ring of the doorbell that jolted Sharon back to reality. As she crawled from the bed and smoothed down the nightgown, she grabbed her short kimono and tied it at the waist, mumbling as she padded down the hall toward the front door. "Now who in the HELL comes ringing at 9:00 a.m." She grumbled. 

She was more that pleasantly surprised to see Janet standing in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear, a small velvet jewelry box in her hands. 

"I thought you'd probably want these back." Janet smirked as she handed the box to her friend. 

Sharon smiled as she opened the box and saw her single strand of pearls curled against the satin lining. 

"Oh, Janet. Where did you..." Her voice trailed off as Janet interjected. 

"I thought of them this morning, so, after Charlie left, I made a flying trip to the cabin and sure enough, they were on the floor next to the bed." 

Sharon beamed. "Oh Jan, I don't know how I would have ever explained to Jeff.." 

Again her voice seemed to fade as Janet stepped inside. 

"You don't mind if I come in, do you?" 

Sharon tried desperately to compose her thoughts as she spoke. 

"Oh God! You must think I'm a complete idiot. Of course I want you to come in. I was just about to take a shower and make a pot of coffee. I take it Charlie's gone for the day as well?" 

Janet smiled as she watched her friend scamper toward the kitchen. 

"Tee off at 8:30." 

Sharon turned to face the woman. Her face suddenly flushed pink as she spoke. 

"Looks like it's just you and me today, Jan." 

As Janet approached, Sharon loosened the tie at her waist without a second thought. The kimono dropped open softly, revealing her already hardened nipples and the soft glistening mound between her legs. 

Sharon's voice was soft as she spoke, her eyes lowered to the floor. 

"I was wondering...no actually I was secretly hoping you'd call today." 

Again her face flushed hot and pink as Janet stood staring at her naked body. 

Jan's voice was low and almost rasping as she pressed Sharon back against the edge of the countertop and slid her hand between the womans' slightly parted thighs. The warm stickiness of Sharon's lips gave her away immediately. Jan chuckled softly as she parted Sharon's lips and slid her fingers along the wet sticky tunnel. 

"Been a naughty girl this morning, Sharon?" 

Sharon's legs parted almost instinctively as she leaned back against the counter, her eyes closed and her head dropped back. Her moan was soft and low as she felt Janet's fingers exploring her. 

"Janet, I...I couldn't stop thinking...feeling...the way you...we" 

Her words were short and her breath becoming ragged as she tried to put her thoughts together, but she couldn't concentrate on anything else right now except the feel of Jan's fingers buried deep inside her throbbing cunt.

Maybe this was the moment that she realized completely just how much she wanted this. Maybe it had been this morning as she lay on her bed masturbating herself frantically. Either way, one thing was certain. Sharon wanted to give herself up to Jan again, and there was no denying it. 

"Take it, Jan. Oh please...take me!" Sharon pleaded as she felt the woman's fingers exploring deeper and deeper. Her legs were parted wide as she clung to the counter and curled her fingers around the edge to brace herself. 

Jan moaned softly as she felt Sharon's juices flow over her fingers. "Mmm, what's the matter honey? Isn't Jeff taking good care of you?" 

Sharon's voice was barely a whisper as she panted. "Not like ...not ever like this!"

Sharon's need to release was driving her wild. It seemed an eternity that she stood braced against the kitchen counter, with Janet's fingers exploring, teasing, and tormenting her once again into submission. 

"Tell me what you want, Jan. Please! Anything! Just make me cum." 

As Sharon begged for relief, Jan felt her own juices flowing hot between her legs. She was certain her panties were soaked and could feel her clit throbbing hard in the soft V of her pussy.

"You know exactly what I want, Sharon." Janet rasped as once again she plunged her fingers deep into her lover's wet cavern. You know exactly how to turn me on." 

"Oh, yes Jan. I'll do anything for you. Just take it. Take me!" Sharon's voice was begging now as she felt her need become stronger and stronger. "Jan, please! I'm begging with you" 

Janet never said a word as she slowly withdrew her fingers. With Sharon's juices dripping, she took the woman's hand and silently led her down the hall toward the bedroom. 

The door to the bedroom closed with a soft click, and once again Sharon could feel the woman's hands on her body as she slipped the kimono from her shoulders. She shivered as Jan's mouth came down on the back of her neck, just like the night before. She stood, silently pleading for Janet to take her back to that moment; the moment that left her helpless and breathless with desire. 

Without a word, Sharon crawled quietly onto the bed. She felt her body tremble as she knelt on her hands and knees and waited. It seemed an eternity before she felt Janet's hands on her, caressing her bare bottom, sliding gently up the middle of her back. 

With both hands planted firmly on her lover's ass, Janet began to grind against Sharon's flared, wet pussy. Her own clit still throbbed hot as she pressed herself up against Sharon's ass and rotated her hips. It was the hard, sudden slap of Janet's hand on her bottom that made Sharon arch her body and almost scream with erotic pain. 

"Again, Jan. Please! Harder!" 

Janet groaned softly at the way Sharon's body responded and another sharp slap left the pink imprint of her hand on the woman's ass. 

Sharon's body rocked back, involuntarily. Her body moved in perfect sync with Jan's, her hips pushing back hard each time she felt Jan lunging forward into her. Her back arched and her head flew back in complete abandon with each spank of Janet's hand on her ass. 

Janet's voice was low and almost rasping as she continued to torment her lover closer and closer to orgasm. "You're such a slut, Sharon, My slut!"

With each smack of Janet's hand, Sharon's body arched harder and her hips rocked back for more. 

With each thrust and grind up against Sharon's ass Jan felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She came hard. Her whole body shook as she allowed herself the pleasure. Her hips jolted into Sharon's as she felt the thick pool inside her own pussy. With her own desire temporarily satisfied, Janet moved quietly from the bed. 

"Sharon, do you have a toy?" She questioned quietly. 

Sharon's reply was nearly breathless as she pointed toward the nightstand drawer. "Yes...in there. Oh God, Jan, please!" 

Jan opened the drawer silently, her fingers fumbling to find the dildo. With the smooth, hard latex in her hand, she climbed back onto the bed and gently rolled Sharon to her back. Her movements were fluid and graceful as she lifted the woman's legs up against her chest and watched Sharon's pussy flare open once again. With slow, easy strokes, she slid the toy up and down in her lover's slick juices, coating the shaft and head as she teased and pressed the toy against Sharon's hot, needy cunt. 

Jan's voice was still low and rasping as she spoke. "Want it, Sharon? Do you want it real bad?" 

Sharon was nearly in tears as she replied. "God, YES! I want it so badly. Please Jan....please. Put it in me. PLEASE!" 

The thrust was hard and deep. Sharon felt her hips lift high off the bed as she took the sudden plunge into her pussy. Janet's thrusts were determined and steady as stroke after stroke she pummeled Sharon's cunt with the thick, hard latex. 

With her fingers gripping hard on the bed sheets, Sharon spread her legs wider and wider, her voice almost a scream as she took each plunge of the cock. 

"Oh God...Oh my God! Janet...Janet please! Harder! Do it harder. Make me cum. I want to cum. I need to cum!" 

With her hips jolting and bucking, Sharon felt the firm push of Janet's finger as it came down on her clit and begin to circle. With deep steady massage, Janet manipulated Sharon to a frenzy, still thrusting the toy in hard, determined strokes. 

"Go on, baby. Let it go." Jan whispered. "You know you want to. It's ok, honey. Let it go." 

Sharon gasped at the sound of Jan's words. Her desire to release, coupled with Janet's encouragement took her hard over the edge. Her body quaked with the orgasm, arching hard as she heard herself scream. 

"Janet!!!" 

With her hips still bucking wildly, Sharon came for the second time that morning. 

"Janet...I don't....can't...Oh God, what are you doing to me?" Sharon panted as she felt the woman's hands on her hips, easing her slowly onto her stomach. 

"Shh, it'll be ok, Sharon. I promise." Jan whispered. 

With the latex still dripping with Sharon's release, Jan began the slow, gentle, but determined entry into her lover's ass. Sharon moaned softly as she felt the pressure against her tight puckered hole, and Janet's hands deliberately guiding the toy. 

"Jan, please. I can't!" Sharon pleaded. But even as she denied wanting it, her body gave her away as her hips pushed back for more. 

With slow, steady pressure, Janet penetrated her lover's ass. Her strokes were slow and easy but deliberate as she fucked Sharon's ass. Another resounding slap on her bottom reminded Sharon that she was not in control. She had submitted to whatever Jan wanted, and had done it willingly. 

With each thrust of the toy, Sharon felt her asshole throb and stretch, clamping down and drawing it in deeper. 

With her own body catching fire once again, Janet began to thrust her hips in sync with the stroke of her hand. With each pump of the toy, Jan pushed her hips and mound up against Sharon's ass and thighs. Their bodies moved in one perfect rhythm until neither of them could stand it any longer. 

Their orgasms came hard and strong. Janet felt the hot gush between her legs as she watched Sharon's body once again stiffen and arch in release.

As she slowed the strokes and gently withdrew the toy from Sharon's ass, Janet watched as the woman's body collapsed face down onto the bed. With tears streaming from the corner's of her eyes, Sharon rolled onto her back and reached for her lover. 

With soft, tender kisses, Janet brushed the tears from Sharon's cheeks and pulled the woman's body against her as they lay silently. 

With barely a word spoken between them, they had once again discovered each other, and Sharon was quite sure, had defined their roles as lovers. In her heart and mind, Sharon knew this was what she wanted. She would always submit to Jan, anxiously and willingly. Just as she knew that it was Janet's need to control that had brought them this far. 

As she curled her body back against Jan's she whispered softly. "Where does it stop, Jan?" 

Janet pulled her in tighter and held her. Her voice was no more than a whisper as she responded. 

"I don't know, Sharon. I really don't know. Maybe it doesn't" 

Hearing the answer she'd hoped for, Sharon closed her eyes and sighed. 

Once again, Jan kissed the back of Sharon's neck as her own eyes drooped heavy. Her voice was low and soothing as she spoke, more to herself than to Sharon. 

"Maybe it doesn't, lover. Maybe it just can't."



The Morning After







The Morning After



He dumps her before the chair, and attaches her wrists to the chair legs. After securing her legs to clamps in the middle of the floor, he removes the ball gag, and sits before her. The chain he used to secure the dildo in her ass is still attached at one end, and the other is in his hand. He positions her over his cock, and without explaining what he wants, jerks the chain. Jane doesn't need any explanation, and quickly takes his shaft in her mouth. With each tug, she bobs her head. In the beginning, she is doing well, but he continually increases his pace, and eventually, she hears him say "One," and shortly after that, "Two. Jane. My bad little Jane. I can't stop in the middle of an assignment, but, how can I inform you of addition infractions if we are done with punishment for this session? I guess we need to make you work at a more constant pace." He begins applying a constant pressure. Afraid that he will rip her nipples and clit right off, she works her mouth as fast as she can. When his cum finally fills her mouth, she is happier than she has ever been.

He roughly pushes her head back as soon as he is finished, and places the hilt of the whip before her. Knowing that her teacher only punishes her out of love, and that her tasks are only as harsh as necessary, she lovingly cleans the hilt accepting it as willing as she would the dick that has just provided her with immense joy. When she is done, he stands to retrieve the dildo, and she begs, "Teacher, please. Let me do extra credit to prove that I want to learn. I did not mean to waste your time again. I know that your time is too valuable to waste on my constant failures." 

Without answering her, he places the dildo before her, which she cleans as she did the whip hilt. As she finishes, he releases her ankles, and pulls them back till she is lying face down, with her mouth in the puddle that formed below her vagina. She is thrilled that he is not too angry with her to allow her to prove her dedication in this way, and licks up every drop. "Acceptable, you've earned a small treat. He releases her wrists, and drags her to her feet. With her still facing the chair, he sits, and attaches her ankles to the chair legs. He releases a length of chain attached to the cuffs, and pushes her to her knees. He attaches her wrists to the chair arms, and releases the chains there in the same manner. The ankle chains are forcing her upper legs to press firmly against the chair legs, as he guides her hands to his cock. "Begin," he commands unnecessarily, she knows what he wants, and she needs to please him, no longer to avoid his punishment, but because she requires his approval. She strokes him slowly at first, gradually increasing her pace. Her desires have built to a painful level since this morning, and she looks at him hungrily wanting another taste, but knowing her constant failures make her unworthy of one. Suddenly, he forces her head down to his lap, just in time for her mouth to receive the explosion of his cum.

Her need to please and pleasure him was becoming all consuming, and she felt so rewarded by the gift of his cum in her mouth that she cried in joy, "Thank you teacher, you reward such a poor student as me too generously."

"Perhaps I was premature in my reward, since you still call me teacher. You have obviously not yet learned the proper respect for me, but one day you will, and then you will call me master. You will have no desire to know my real name, and you will gladly accept the name I bestow on you as your only name. Then you will have no desire except my pleasure, and will not require rewards for good behavior, and will rarely need to be corrected. But until then, you must be taught to respect the need to keep me happy." By the time his speech was over, she was back on the bed, trussed and blindfolded as usual, and he had activated the sound of the angry dogs.





The Morning After



Master begins to lead her off stage, and as she attempts to stand, the bouncer places his foot on her back, keeping her down on all fours. He removes his foot, but she has learned she must walk like the dog that she is. There is an empty table up front, with a sign reading "New slave." He lowers the chains above the table and attaches them to her wrists, and removes her leash. The chains are raised, pulling her off the floor. Once her feet, are at table height, she is swung over the table, and her ankles are attached to the edges of the table, forcing her legs as wide as they will go. He then lowers her to her knees, so that he pussy is at a comfortable height for him. He has denied her so long, that her orgasms are intense and non-stop. During the night, each member of the club comes over at some point. For each visitor, she is raised to a standing position, and the member swats her ass with the leash. Some members also bring their slaves, and after the swat, she is lowered, and slaves are exchanged for a performance of services. 

They stayed till closing as her master wanted to give everyone a chance at her. He did not even bother to refasten her dress when he led her home. Once home, she is led back to her cell so that master can enjoy his nightly routine. She is so exhausted that she sleeps through most of it. He is so hot that he does not notice.





The Morning After



As her eyes flutter open, she yawns and stretches before thoughts of the previous day come rushing back to her all at once. Had they really declared their love for one another before bringing each other to intense orgasms in such a public place? The delicious ache in her pussy tells her she hasn't dreamed it and she immediately feels her nipples harden at the memory. Did that mean they were now having an affair? She supposes they are as she tries to clear her head of the remembered passion and concentrate on the potential dangers of such a liaison. Her mind is muddled though and she decides there is nothing else she can do – she needs to think it through in the one place she can be guaranteed to be alone without interruption. She rises and pads naked to the bathroom and bends to turn on the water as she pushes the plug and adds her favourite musky scented bubble bath to the downpour. Even without images of yesterday running through her mind the combination of privacy, steam and the heady musky scent never fails to make her clit throb in anticipation.

As the tub fills, her thoughts drift to the feel of his touch on her skin causing shockwaves to run through her body. She moans at the memory and as her fingers lightly brush her already erect nipples it is as though they are directly connected to her clit as it too responds. Sliding her hand down her belly and across her mound she is amazed at how wet she is as she slides her finger easily inside her dripping pussy. She wishes he were here to witness the intensity of his effect on her and as his image fills her mind she moans again before putting a halt to her self-exploration in favour of prolonging her pleasure. Stepping into the tub she slides down beneath the bubbles as the water causes a lusciously intense heat against her pussy - all thoughts of danger are pushed from her mind.

Leaning against the back rest she is grateful for her forethought in choosing the extra deep tub during their last remodeling. Sinking down to her neck in the hot, bubbly water causes enough movement to make tiny waves lap at her nipples peeking out above the water's surface. Grabbing the sponge she carefully pours body wash in to its centre while more of the musky fragrance invades her senses and she inhales deeply. Who would think the very scent of something could conjure up thoughts of intense love making yet that is exactly what flashes through her mind now. Slowly kneading the sponge with her hands, her body trembles at the thought of the pleasure the soapy sponge will bring before she allows herself final release.

Starting at her shoulders she rotates the sponge in tiny circles as she caresses her soft skin with the creamy bubbles. Lazily swirling it down to her fingertips before making the return trip up her arm and slowly and seductively repeating these motions on her other arm. Lifting each leg in turn she massages her ankles and calves before allowing the sponge to find the more sensitive skin between her thighs. Repeating the same circles his hand had made the day before, she groans as she again wishes he could be here watching her enjoyment in the sexy images coursing through her mind. She tries to imagine him encouraging her and guiding her hand with his as he helps her find all her most sensitive spots. The thought of him nearby is almost enough to push her over the edge yet she holds back as she brings the sponge to her breasts and begins to massage them teasingly, encircling them one at a time before brushing its coarseness against her nipples and feeling again the reaction of her throbbing clit. Unable to bear it another moment she abandons the sponge as her hand finds her pussy again. Rubbing the heel of her hand against her clit, she slides two fingers in and out of her wet cunt. Withdrawing she teases the opening to her ass with her own juices before plunging her fingers inside her pussy once more.

Unable to hold back her need for release she reaches for the massaging shower head as she adjusts the temperature of the water to produce a hot, pulsing spray. Needing him more than ever now, she moves the head down between her legs and feels the pulse against her clit. Moving the spray slightly back and forth as her other hand busily fingers her pussy produces almost the same sensation she had felt the day before as his talented fingers fucked her to oblivion. Closing her eyes she throws her head back and imagines that the motion she feels is him, here with her, bringing her to forbidden heights once more. As she cums in great shuddering waves, she screams his name before collapsing back into the water and becoming lost in the tiny aftershocks coursing through her body. 

Turning the water off, she realizes she didn't come to her private sanctuary to think about the dangerous situation she is in at all. She came only to secretly relive her stolen moments with him. Immediately two things become crystal clear to her; the first is that this would never again be "her" private sanctuary it would be "theirs", since here, she is able to imagine him with her as clearly as if he were. The second thing that is achingly obvious is that the only thing she ever wants to "think" about from this point on is how to feel his throbbing cock inside her over and over again, that is all that matters to her now . . .



The Morning After



Bedsheets strewn aside, thin shafts of morning sunlight filtered through the blinds and streamed over her sensuous curves. Our bodies were nestled together, spooning, as I soaked in the sight and feel of her silky smooth warm skin against me. My senses slowly aroused, feeling the soft warmth of the back of her thighs and firm ass pressed against my awakening cock. Savoring the scent of her hair intermixed with the light aroma of the massage oil we had spread over each other last night. The subtle musk of our sex ignited erotic images of last nights storm of sexual passion, causing my cock to warm and swell, softly pressing against her ass, seeking her attention. 

I gently pulled her hair away from her neck, lightly kissing below her ear, I couldn't resist nuzzling against her neck, my lips grazing softly down her neck, tracing over her shoulder. I caressed my hand over the curve of her hip, then lightly massaging over her thigh and leg, enjoying the warmth and feel of her smooth skin. Her legs clasped together, my fingertips could only brush over the top of her mound, softly circling, wanting to rub over her pussy, arouse her heat, feel her wetness. I slowly caressed my hand up her stomach, cupping over her breast, gently trapping her nipple between my fingers. Lifting my hand from her breast, I licked two fingers and lightly teased my wet fingertips around her areola and nipple, grinning as I watched her bud rise and harden to my touch. 

Teasing her nipple, my cock twitched and swelled against her ass, and the erotic memories and sensations of last nights sex play reeled through my mind...the feel of spreading and massaging warm oil over each other, exploring and tantalizing each others erogenous zones...the sight and sounds of her playing her vibrator over her swollen wet pussy and clit, while feeling her lick and suck my cock as I teased her nipples...her thighs tightening against my head, grinding her slippery pussy against my lips and tongue...the lust in her eyes as she straddled me, riding my cock, her pussy sliding and clenching around my hard shaft as I rubbed and squeezed her nipples...the sound of her gasps and moans as she trembled against me in orgasm, soaking my cock and thighs with her cum...her sexy grin as she looked up into my eyes, licking and massaging my cock, while she strummed her clit...the gleam in her eyes, lusty enthusiasm and sultry voice as she coaxed me to cum for her...the intensity of her excitement as I thrust against her in orgasm...the sight and feel of her milking the cum from my cock, then continuing to stroke and suck me back to hardness as she rubbed her pussy against my leg...the feel of her pussy as I pumped my cock into her from behind, my balls slapping against her lips, hands over her hips driving our rhythm...the passion in her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at me, spanking her ass, urging me to fuck her harder, faster...feeling her shiver against me in orgasm, her hot juices flowing over my cock...my hips thrusting against her ass, her hand between her legs fondling my tightening balls, feeling my cock pumping against her pussy wall...the electric surge of my orgasm shooting through me as my cock pulsed, spurting cum for her. 

The memories of last night caused the warm pleasurable ache of my lust to flow through me. My balls feeling heavy as my hardening cock strained, pushing firmly up against her ass. She sighed and stirred slightly, slowly shifting her thighs, pushing her ass against me, pressing against my shaft, squeezing out pre-cum. I kissed her neck as I wrapped my arm around her, caressing over her breast, once again capturing her nipple between my fingers. Her eyes still closed, she smiled lazily and subtly tilted her head to expose her neck for me as I nuzzled and grazed my lips down her neck and over her shoulder. Arching herself against me, she moaned softly and rubbed her ass against my cock, teasing "Mmmm, is that for me?" 

My lips at her ear I smiled and whispered, "Shhh, it's your present." 

She giggled, then slowly gyrated her ass against me and whispered "I think I know what it is...when can I have my present?" 

I didn't answer as I kissed down the nape of her neck, slowly sliding my hand down from her breast, tracing over her ribs, then teasing my fingers between her thighs and over her mound. Massaging over her clasped thighs and hips, then caressing the back of her thighs, my fingertips explored over the moist folds of her pussy lips, exposed between her thighs. She moaned softly as I lightly traced over the length of her slit, then teasing a finger around her rim, she inhaled sharply as I nipped her earlobe, and I finally replied, "When you're ready." 

Grinning seductively, she rolled back slightly towards me, looking into my eyes as she parted her thighs, spreading one leg over mine, I slid my hand over her moist pussy, massaging over her slit, moaning softly at my touch she whispered, "I'm ready for my present" as she reached behind her and grasped my cock, throbbing for her. 

I couldn't resist teasing, "Hmmm, I'll be the judge of that", as I caressed my fingers over and around her clit, circling her mound, she raised her hips to meet my touch as she stroked my cock. Our lips pressed in a deep kiss, I eased a finger into her slippery pussy. She playfully nipped my lower lip, pushing against my finger, coaxing me deeper, grinding her pussy against hand.

I slowly pumped my finger into her wet hole as my hand massaged over her pussy lips, spreading her juices, brushing over her clit, her hips thrusting and gyrating against my hand as she stroked my hard cock against her ass. My other arm was wrapped around her, hand clasped over her breast, fingers circling and teasing her hard nipple, squeezing and pulling her bud between my fingers. 

Our tongues played wildly between our lips as I dipped two fingers into her, massaging against her pussy walls, thrusting deeper, she moaned, squeezing her pussy around my fingers. Fucking her with my fingers, my palm rubbed and bumped over her clit, sending hot shivers of pleasure through her, her pussy grinding against my hand. 

She raised and shifted her hips, freeing my cock and spreading her legs further, then reaching over my hand she guided my pre-cum slickened cock between her thighs, pressing my hard shaft against her lips, stroking my cock against her pussy. 

I slowed my pace and eased my fingers out of her pussy, she drew in a sharp breath at the loss of my touch and quickly plunged her own fingers in, finger fucking herself with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. Our eyes locked as I licked her juices from my fingers and with a wicked grin she arched up and kissed along my neck, pumping her fingers deeper into her pussy. The taste of her essence fired my lust for more. Leaning over her, I kissed over her neck and cheek to her lips, then teasing my tongue over her lips I whispered deeply, "I want to taste more of you." 

Her eyes widened and she playfully nipped my lower lip, moaning "Mmmm, yessss!".

I slid down alongside her and lifted her legs up, pushing them back towards her, and she reached up behind her knees, pulling her legs back, spreading herself open for me. Kneeling in front of her, I leaned over to kiss and lick down the back of her legs, massaging my hands over her hips and thighs, my hard shaft rubbing over her pussy. Tracing my tongue down from behind her knees, I kissed and licked over the back of her thighs and over her ass, teasing closer to the heat of her pussy, playfully nipping her ass. 

Massaging her ass, I licked along the crease between her thighs and pussy lips, then rubbed my thumbs over the glistening folds of her slit, fingers spreading her wetness down to the rim of her ass. Teasing my tongue along length of her swollen lips, I pushed her legs back further and she leaned back, her knees pressed against her breasts, she raised her hips as I tucked a pillow below her. 

Admiring the beauty of her wet pussy, I rubbed my hand over her slippery lips, fingers brushing over her clit. Our eyes locked as I slowly lapped along the sides of her lips, then broad tongue strokes over the length of her slit, occasionally flicking my tongue around the hood of her rising clit, but not touching. She moaned, "Mmmm, yess babe, lick my pussy!", gasping softly with each tongue stroke as she watched me lap over her pussy, pushing her hips up, spreading herself open further for my touch. 

Tracing my tongue down the length of her slit, I flicked over her sweet spot between her rim and pussy while lightly circling my fingertips over her clit, her hips shivering at the sensation, she moaned out "Ooooh, fuuck yeeaahh...feels sooo goood!". 

Licking up to her clit, I teased a wet finger against her rim, circling her asshole, pressing against her rim as I flicked my tongue around her clit, alternately kissing and sucking over her slippery pearl. She drew in her breath sharply at the feel of my finger rubbing her rim, her hips grinding, trying to push her pussy against lips and tongue. Flicking her clit, I firmly grasped her ass, spreading her cheeks wide, pressing my thumb against her wet rim with one hand, stroking two fingers into her pussy with the other. 

Rolling her hips against the rhythm of my fingers and tongue, she groaned as her breathing became rapid and shallow, closing her eyes she tilted her head back, still holding her legs spread, juices flowing down her ass. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her vibrator laying within reach. Keeping the rhythm of my tongue flicking and finger fucking, I grabbed her vibrator and turned it on, the pressed the tip against her wet rim. She gasped sharply, pushing and squirming her ass against the vibrator, moaning "Mmmm, yesss...oohh don't stop!", as her wetness flowed. 

Her warm juices lubricating the tip of the vibe, she groaned deeply as I eased it into her ass, gently inching it deeper with short rhythmic strokes. My tounge flicked passionately over her reddened clit, fingers stirring her pussy, I felt her body tense, then she suddenly shuddered against me, groaning as she releasing her grip on her legs, pushing her hips up, arching against my face, cum gushing, the vibrator slipped out of her ass as she rapidly ground her pussy against while squeezing and pulling her nipples. I wrapped my arms around her hips, lapping her flowing juices, savoring the essence of her hot swollen pussy. Lust surged through me at the thrill of her orgasm, my hard pre-cum covered cock throbbing, aching to fuck her. 

Her orgasm still subsiding, I rose to my knees, lifting her legs up to me, then spread her legs as I rested them against my chest and shoulders, rubbing my cock over her slit. Our eyes locked and I leaned forward over her, pushing her legs back, then spreading them as I lowered myself over to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me down to her lips in a deep passionate kiss, moaning as she tasted her juice on my tongue. 

My hard shaft pressed against her cum soaked pussy, sliding over her swollen lips, teasing against her still sensitive clit, she wrapped her legs around my ass, pulling me tighter, grinding against my cock. I broke our kiss, then kissed over her neck to her ear, I whispered, "I think you're ready for your present now." 

She giggled, then grinning as she squeezed and pulled her nipples, she teased, "Oooo, I can't wait...how are you going to give it to me?"

Nuzzling against her neck I whispered, "I need to slide it inside you...fuck you with it." 

She nipped my earlobe, kissing my neck and ear, and whispered, "Mmmm, my favorite kind of present...give it to me...fuck me...I want to feel you cum."

Pushing myself up, I slid back and knelt between her legs as I said, "Roll over, on your knees."

Her face flushed, she smiled luxuriously as she rolled over and raised her ass to me, looking back into my eyes with a nasty grin she spread her legs, pulling her nipple with one hand as she rubbed her other hand over her pussy and murmured, "Give it to me." 

My stiff cock ached for her pussy, throbbing as I grabbed her hips, pushing my tip into her slit, her hand cupped my heavy balls and I couldn't resist my urge to thrust deep into her. She moaned out, "Ooo, yeah babe, fuck me...fuck me hard!" 

Her words stoked my lust and I pumped hard into her, my hips slapping firmly against her ass, thrusting deep into her, feeling her squeeze around my shaft, my cockhead bumping against her pussy wall. Her hand reached between her legs, massaging my sac and coaxing the cum from my balls, I pumped faster, feeling the hot ache of my orgasm boiling, she pressed a finger against the rim of my ass, passionately urging me on "Mmm, yeah, fuck me...Oooh, feels sooo good...come on, cum for me!" 

Her wet finger pushed into my ass, sending me over the edge. The white heat of my orgasm rushed through me as my thighs shuddered against her ass, I let out a deep groan, thrusting hard into her, my weight pushing her ass down onto the bed, swollen cock pumping cum deep into her pussy. Slumping over her, chest heaving, pressed against her back, my hands clasped over hers I nuzzled and kissed over her shoulder and nape of her neck. Hips slowly grinding against her ass, feeling the heat and wetness of her pussy around my cock as my orgasm ebbed, cum flowing from her slit, soaking the sheet.

Easing my weight off her, my semi-hard cock slipped out of her, we both sighed at the loss, then laughed together at our reaction. I nestled alongside her and she turned to spoon against me. Bedsheets strewn aside, thin shafts of morning sunlight filtered through the blinds and streamed over her sensuous curves.



The Morning After



My mind was cloudy when I woke, but the weight of Barry's hand on my hip brought the previous night clearly into focus. I laid still, listening to his breathing, his hand on my hip, his relaxed cock pressed against my ass. It didn't take long for my head to fill with questions and thoughts of quickly getting out of bed, dressing and asking this guy to leave. But instead I slipped from beneath his hand and quietly got out of bed. Walking to the kitchen I started the coffee.

Back in the bedroom Barry was still sleeping, the sheets covering him from just above the waist. I went into the bathroom, switched on the light and pushed the door half closed. Opening the glass shower door I turned on both showerheads. Dual showerheads, I thought to myself, must be man's greatest invention. The warm water felt great. I stood in the middle of the shower. The water from the front hitting me mid-chest, while the stream from behind struck me on the head and neck. I closed my eyes and tried to figure out what happened last night. I felt tired. There as a soreness in my ass that was uncomfortable and yet, somehow pleasurable. I just stood there letting the water run over my body.

The squeak of the shower door startled me. Opening my eyes I saw Barry stepping into the shower. Another Rubicon moment presented itself, but this one I crossed quickly. As he stepped toward me I opened my arms. We stood beneath the running water in a gentle hug. It actually felt very peaceful. When Barry broke the contact he picked up my sponge and, without saying a word, lathered it with liquid soap and began to wash me.

He began on my chest with gentle strokes, the sponge in his left hand, his right wandering behind in a gentle caress. I closed my eyes as he moved from my chest to my stomach. His touch was magic, soft and sensual. I felt myself getting hard. From my stomach he pasted down to my semi-hard and hardening cock. Here he took more time, his right hand catching up with the left so he could wash and stroke simultaneously. I heard a low moan emanate from my throat. Then, as my cock stood erect, he moved to my left thigh and continued washing me.

His hands moved slowly down and around my thigh, brushing my scrotum has they did. He moved down my left leg and then back up my right. Soon he was back at my waiting cock. But instead of giving it the attention it clearly wanted, he placed his hands on my hips and guided me to turn around. He was standing now and washing my back. Just as before he used a circular motion, working from my shoulders he moved down to the small of my back. My arms hung limp at my sides. I don't believe I could have been more relaxed. Then he was washing my ass. Both his hands were gently rubbing and massaging. His right moved between my legs seeking that area between my balls and asshole. Once there he tenderly massaged it letting his fingers drift to my asshole, the soreness I had felt was replaced by pleasure. Again my cock stood looking for attention. This time it would not be denied.

Barry moved closer to me, his cock pressed against my ass. He put down the sponge, reached around me and with his right hand began stroking my cock. I responded by thrusting my hips forward to meet his strokes. As I fucked his hand each backward thrust pushed my ass against his hard cock. His left hand now reached around me and began rubbing my chest and nipples. My eyes were still closed, my moans were becoming louder. His hand and my hips were in rhythm as both moved faster. My head fell back on Barry's shoulder. My moans turned to short gasps for breath as I felt the pleasure overwhelm my body. My thrust became slower as I came, shooting cum toward the back of the shower, some oozing on to Barry's hand. He continued to stoke my cock. Then, when he was sure I was finished, he brought both arms and hand up to my chest and pulled me close to him. The feeling was fantastic, if he hadn't been holding me so tight I might have collapsed. I just stood there, Barry holding me, the water running over me; trying to regain my senses.

I moved my arms up and held Barry's tightly. When I finally came back to earth I gently pulled away from him. Picking up the sponge I turned to him to return the favor. I started slowly at his shoulders and worked my way to his chest. Holding the sponge in one hand, I actually used both hands to wash him. Using slow circular strokes I caressed his chest letting my fingers tangle in the hair and massage his nipples. It didn't take long to reach his stomach. Slowly I worked my way down his body. I purposely brushed over his semi-hard cock and proceeded down his left leg. I took my time letting my fingers brush his cock and balls, drifting softly between his legs toward his ass. As I washed the backs of his thighs I let my hands caress the cheeks of his ass. I could tell he was beginning to enjoy his sponge bath. Then I knelt in front of him and continued washing his legs. Finishing his left I began the right, moving slowly up the calf to the knee and then to his thigh. Reaching his groin I let the sponge drop. Still on my knees in front of him I looked up into his face. Barry smiled and closed his eyes. I took his semi-hard cock in my mouth.

As I slowly worked my tongue over Barry's member I felt it grow. Soon I was sucking on a throbbing, hard dick. My movements became quick as my head bobbed over his cock. With one hand I caressed his balls, with the other I reached around and gently massaged his ass cheeks. While I continued to work his cock with my mouth and tongue, I began to explore his ass, letting my fingers slip between the cheeks and massage his asshole and along the flesh behind his hanging balls. Barry rested his hands softly on my head. He made no effort to control my efforts, but rather ran his fingers through my hair and caressed my ears. I took more of him into my mouth and moved my other hand to his ass. Now with both hands working his ass I felt him meeting my mouth, thrusting his hips forward as I dove down on his cock. Suddenly I heard him groan loudly as his ass cheeks tightened. He came. Hot cum shot into my mouth. He continued to shot has I pulled my head back, keeping my mouth open. I brought a hand around from his ass and grabbed his cock aiming toward my mouth and face. His hot cum landed on my tongue and lips, dripping down my chin. Barry's moans subsided and he started taking deep breaths. I stood up and, with his cum still on my tongue and lips, kissed him deeply.

We hugged each other under the warm running water for a couple of more minutes. Then I used the sponge to clean us both off again. Turning off the water we stepped out and dried each other off. We still hadn't spoken.

While Barry started to dress I went out to the kitchen and came back with two cups of coffee. Barry's first word to me was, "thanks." We both smiled, I knew it wasn't just for the coffee. He took a sip and continued dressing. Still nude, I stretched out on the bed with mine. We started a conversation about our plans for the day. Neither of us brought up what had just happened, or what happened last night. When he finished dressing I got up and retrieved his coat from the closet when I put it last night. Then we walked to the kitchen as he finished his coffee. He put the empty cup in the sink and I moved close behind him. "I hope you'll drop by for a drink again sometime." I said smiling. He turned and put his arms around me. "Soon, very, very soon," was his reply. With that I walked him to the door.

I stood in the picture window as watched as he brushed the snow off his car. When he finished he turned and waved to me. I smiled and waved back, realizing I was standing naked in front of my window and in plain view. I finished my coffee and turned back toward the kitchen. It was going to take a couple of more cups to help piece last night and this morning together.



The Morning After



I opened my eyes to see the frosted glass shell of the light fixture in the center of our bedroom ceiling within arms reach. My cheek feels cold. I turn my head to side and see the light blue lace crown wallpaper and our mahogany dresser below me. The lights are off and our bedroom is painted with shadow blues and grays. Only in a dream do you realize you're floating above your bed without a stitch of clothing on and you aren't especially bothered by it.

I roll over and see three naked people directly below me on our bed; one of them my wife Heather. She is leaning against the headboard with eyes closed while a petite blonde woman licks her pussy. The woman eating my wife is being fucked doggy-style by a man I don't recognize. He's really pounding her. 

I look down at my penis. Considering the activity below me I'm surprised to find him flaccid. A bead of ejaculate has squeezed itself from the deflated tip and has entered the air in a perfect sphere. 

Turning back I see a birthmark on the woman's shoulder and quickly identify the blonde as Kristy my wife's friend from Yoga. She takes a break from my wife's clit and opens her sexy mouth for a moment focusing on the cock filling her up from behind. The man is gentle but firm. His hands grip her hips as he drives forward slapping her ass with each thrust only to pull back out and repeat himself.

Understandably, Kristy finds it harder to lick my wife as the man quickens his pace. Heather begins to frig herself determined to reach orgasm. Kristy pushes back to meet his thrusts and cries out as her own orgasm hits. A minute later Heather shakes with pleasure followed by the man. He raises his head while holding Kristy still as he comes inside her. 

It is only then I see myself behind Kristy. I am the man. Like watching yourself in a three dimensional video being played out in front of you. Only in a dream I guess 

I glance again at my penis only to see more ejaculate taking flight. 

I open my eyes and see the frosted glass shell of the light fixture in the center of our bedroom ceiling but this time is farther away. My face feels warm from the sunlight coming in from the window. I squint and see the wallpaper, the dresser and the rest of the room glowing in warmer palette.

'Oh, yeah. Give it to me baby!'

My wife's voice. I sit up and slip off the bed in one fluid motion. I leave the bedroom and tip-toe to the edge of the living room. Three naked people are on the couch in a familiar position but this time Heather is in the middle. She is kissing Kristy who is massaging her breasts while her Kristy's husband Brad is pushing his thick long cock into my wife's pussy. 

'Awww, fuck you are tight!' Brad bellows as his cock bottoms out. He holds a leg in each hand trying to stuff more cock inside her. Heather moans into Kristy's mouth while she rubs her clit. 

I look around and made sure not to be noticed. I step back and think about last night. Drinks at the club and more drinks back at home. Brad passed out and slept on the couch. Kristy followed us to bed.

'Ohhh, my god!' yelled my wife. 

I looked back into the living to find Brad plowing Heather with his manhood. My, god, this man was big. It was the stuff of porno. His member was surely stretching her as it drove down deep inside her. Heather looked up with submissive expression while he looked down with a look of commanding strength. Kristy kissed my wife again and Brad pumped away.

'Fuck me with that cock! Fuck me! Oh! Oh, my god!' my wife cries out.

I look down at my penis and feel a twinge of jealousy but I guess I can't be too angry. I did come in Brad's wife last night.

'Fuck!' Brad hisses as he dumps his seed into Heather. Kristy leans forward and kissed her husband as Heather caught her breath. I stepped into the bathroom and turn on the shower.

A moment later Heather joined me. She softly bit her lower lip and put her hand on my chest.

'You okay?' she asked in quiet voice.

'You still my girl?' I asked.

My wife put her hand on my cock and smiled.

'Yeah.'



The Morning After



The sunlight streams through the window, enveloping you in its warm glow, as I sit up in the bed, watching you, remembering. Your hair, rumpled and tumbling around your face, as you lie there so peacefully, a slight smile on your sleeping face. I smile as well as I remember grabbing that hair, pushing myself deeper into that sweet mouth...

My eyes trace your body, covered only by the soft linen sheet, a bare arm and shoulder teasing me with the nakedness that lies beneath, as I remember that body, covered with the sheen of sweat, your voice crying out my name...

I watch as you shift in your sleep...is that a slight moan I hear, perhaps your own remembrances of our night of passion entering into your dreams? You are so beautiful as you lie there, peacefully sleeping. My mind races a bit faster as I watch you, my cock lifting in response to all of the delicious thoughts that are running through my head. I ache to touch you, to wake you, to kiss you, our bodies merging together once more; but I can't bear the thought of waking you from your much-deserved sleep.

To clear my mind a bit, I slip out of the bed, careful not to disturb you, and walk quietly over to the washroom. I close the door behind me, and start the water running in the shower, waiting for the water to warm up, hoping the sound of the water isn't disturbing you. I let my boxers slip to the floor, my still semi-hard cock stirring a bit as the fabric slides over it, and I step into the hot shower, sighing as the water pours over me. I grab the soap, and lather myself up quickly, trying not to prolong this, although my hand does linger a moment on my cock, feeling it harden fully, remembering our bath together the night prior, our hands everywhere, enjoying every crevice of each other's bodies, remembering pushing you onto your back right there in the tub and mounting you, fucking you with abandon, the water swirling around us, lapping against our bare skin, your head thrown back in ecstasy...

I turn off the shower, stepping out and grabbing a towel, quickly drying off. My body is tingling with arousal as I silently open the door to the washroom, the cooler air of the room outside raising goosebumps on my skin. I slip into an armchair at the foot of the bed, still naked, and watch you again. You've shifted onto your side, the curve of your hip evident through the thin linen sheet, the tops of your breasts now slightly exposed. My mind is a tumbled mix of desire and tenderness as I think about how I had treated those sexy hips, bending you over the side of the bed, nudging my cock against your asshole, teasing you with it a bit, my hands firmly holding onto you, rotating your hips against me, then shoving my cock all the way into you with one push...

My cock is now straining, a drop of precum even standing out from the tip, and I can't resist you any longer. As I think about the many sumptuous ways of waking you, you shift again in your sleep, rolling onto your back, your knees slightly bent and splayed to either side, and a slow grin develops on my face as I decide on my plan...

I reach out, slowly untucking the bottom of the bed sheet, careful not to disturb you too much...yet. I then slip my head and shoulders underneath, and slither up into the bed, carefully spreading your legs a bit wider as I slide up. I can't resist kissing one smooth thigh, and I linger there for a moment, my lips and tongue enjoying the feel of your soft skin. You stir slightly at my kiss, but you remain in a deep sleep, and I kiss further up your leg, spreading your legs yet a bit wider...

I smile as I see your sweet pussy come into view, remembering the feel of it clenching around my hard cock as it thrust deep inside you, my cum spurting out, our voices both raised as we cried out together...

I blow gently on your pussy, smiling bigger as I imagine how what I'm about to do may affect your dreams, wondering when the stimulation will get too strong for your body to let you stay asleep...

I reach out my tongue and very softly lick you in one full swipe from perineum to the top of your sweet pussy lips, letting the saliva trail out of my mouth, moistening you up. I enjoy the raw taste of you, the remnants of our lovemaking last night evident, as I turn my head slightly to the side and lick my way back down, fluttering my tongue over you slightly. You stir again and a slight moan escapes your lips...I pause, not yet wanting you to wake. Satisfied that you are still sleeping, I press my tongue more firmly against you, pushing apart your pussy lips slightly, again licking you from bottom to top and back down again. My hands slide up, and gently slip under your ass, as I shift your position slightly, giving you a bit of a squeeze for good measure. I suck at the folds of your lips, my tongue now fluttering against you. I am already starting to taste some of your fresh juices and realize that you had to have been a bit aroused already, and imagine again what must be going on in your dreams...

I work my way up to your clit, which is already starting to poke its way slightly out of your lips, and I stroke the tip of my tongue over it. That definitely provokes a reaction in you, your body twitching and a slight gasp coming from your mouth. I smile to myself as I lightly swirl my tongue around it, my right hand slipping out from under your ass, the thumb pressing against your opening, not entering but rubbing in a circular motion at your entrance, feeling the wetness growing between your sweet lips. I place my lips around your hood and suck on you, my tongue continuing to tease your now fully exposed clit, careful not to overstimulate you at the same time.

I release your clit, and kiss up over your mound, my thumb now pressing gently inside you to the knuckle. I moan a bit myself as I feel the heat and wetness inside, my cock grind a bit against the mattress, itching to be inside you. Your juices are beginning to drip down into my hand, and I press my now-lubricated index finger against your asshole, teasing it a bit. Your body is definitely stirring and I know I have very little time before you wake...

I lick again at your sweetness, my tongue lapping just above where my thumb is entering you, tasting you, swirling around your clit at the top of each stroke. You let out a moan as you stir, the sensations coursing through your body no longer letting you sleep, as you instinctively reach for my head, holding me against you, fingers stroking through my hair and guiding my head to where you need me to be, still waking up and your mind just registering what has been happening to you while you slept.

I hear your breath coming faster and faster, as you moan and thrash, your hips beginning to buck against me as I latch on to your clit, my thumb thrusting in and out of you, fingers still teasing the opening of your asshole. You scream in ecstasy, your orgasm surprising even yourself with its intensity, as I hold onto you for dear life, still licking and sucking you lovingly, fully enjoying the pleasure I am giving to you. Your hands grab onto my hair, insistently pulling me up, my mouth reluctantly leaving your sweetness but my body eagerly sliding up you, my rock hard cock slipping naturally into you as I begin to fuck you with abandon, our cries mingling together....



The Morning After



I'm confused.

After a little fight, we end up going out to a club with Lucy and Jim like we planned. It's fun but I can tell you're still a little upset. We crash at Lucy's dorm room for the night. I can't help but wonder what you were thinking as we lay more than a foot apart on her floor trying to sleep. I felt throughout the evening that despite our argument you still wanted something to happen between us. But whenever I made any kind of move, you'd push me away.

The next morning we're the first to rise. You tell me you want to go for a walk. So we decide to walk to my dorm since you didn't get to see my room last night.

We head over, not really talking on the way. We make our way upstairs to my room.

I start to turn my dorm key when you stop me.

"Wait. I don't want to go in there if your roommates are asleep."

"Angela, it's 10 in the morning on a Saturday. Of course they're gonna be asleep."

"Then I don't wanna go in there, Jay."

I look at you and know there's no way you're going to change your mind. "Fine." We go downstairs and sit in front of the television. It feels like we're the only ones in the building, eventhough I can hear people milling around behind us. I purposely sat really close to you. That way, I can feel the warmth of your body and smell your perfume. I catch myself looking at you. I can tell you know that I am, but you pretend not to notice. I slowly draw my eyes downward. Your legs, eventhough a night old, still look smooth and soft. I wanna touch them, but I don't dare. I look into your face again and I can tell you're sleepy.

"Jay, lets go back to Kerr."

"I need to change first. I reek of smoke."

"Fine."

We go back up to my room. You're still hesitant about going inside, but this time I convince you that it would be okay. We go in and sneak past my roommates who are sound asleep. You sit on my bed, worried that they'll wake up.

"Just lie down and I'll open the closet door. You can't really see the bed if I do that."

You lie down and I open the closet door. You seem a little more at ease now that you're partly sheltered. I retrieve some shorts and a T-shirt from closet and begin to undress. As I unzip my pants, I notice that your eyes are closed. A part of me is glad that they are. I feared that my now long, but still soft, cock would be visible coming out from my small boxers. But then again, another part of me wishes that your eyes aren't really closed. That they're slightly open hoping to catch a glimpse of my cock. Something that you've fantasized about seeing again ever since the first time it was revealed to you.

I finish changing and begin to tell you that we can leave, but you have fallen asleep. I know that you should be getting back to Kerr, but I really don't want to wake you. I gently crawl into the small bed along side you. There is hardly any room to breathe. I spoon up to you, really having no choice but not really feeling like I'm doing anything I don't want to do. The warmth of your body is much more intense now. Which oddly does not bother me even with the heat of the morning sun pouring in through the window.

I lay so close to you that I can smell the shampoo in your hair. I can feel my heart start to beat faster. I begin to stoke your hair. It's so soft. Much like how I imagine the rest of your body to feel. I feel a surge of bravery. I place my hand on your back hoping to feel your heart beating as fast as mine. I feel nothing. How can you tease me even when you're asleep?

I begin to move my hand along your spine. I feel that you have no bra on. A part of me starts to grow hard. We're so close together that I worry that you can feel it starting to press against you. I want you to turn around. I want you to look at me and tell me without words that you want what I want too so I won't have to worry anymore....

That's when I feel your hand take mine. You place it on your thigh. I'm confused. It seemed like up until then you didn't want anything to happen. So many opportunities in the past were passed by. But now this. I don't want to push my luck, so I cautiously begin to move my hand in small circles on your leg. You don't stop me. I even more cautiously move my hand up pushing back your shorts. You don't stop me. I can feel that you're not wearing any panties. Just these little shorts. I become more excited. I still can't believe that you haven't stopped me yet. I keep thinking that you will. But even as I move my hand deeper into your shorts, you remain quiet. I can feel your hair how, and the recently shaven area around it. I run my finger tips on the lips of your pussy. It feels so warm and moist.

I start to kiss your neck. I can smell your hair as I do it. But you still lie motionless. Like you're pretending to be sleeping. It somewhat annoys me. I want you to show me that you're liking what I'm doing. So I take my hand away. I pull my body away from yours so that I'm no longer touching you. It hurts to do so. My cock is bursting through my shorts. But I won't let you play games with me. So I push myself against the wall, trying not to touch you. Each second feels like an eternity. But I won't give in. I won't give in. I won't give in....You turn around.

"Have I ever told you, you're the worst pussy tease I've ever known?"

I smile at you. You turn your back on me. I spoon up against you again only this time having no fears. I press my big cock hard up against you and run my hand under your shirt. Your skin is so soft. I run my hand up and cradle your right breast. Your nipple is so hard. I start to play with it. Teasing it. I kiss your neck. You begin to move. You start to rub your body against mine. Your ass stroking my cock, making it bigger and harder. You move your hand into your shorts and start playing with your clit. I kiss your neck again. I move my hand to your other breast and begin teasing that nipple. You let out a little moan.

I look at the closet door in front of us knowing my roommates are on the other side. But I don't care. It somehow makes what we're doing even more exciting. You turn your head slightly and shoot me a look. As to say that you're thinking the same thing. I kiss your lips. You taste so sweet. Like raspberries.

I roll you over on top of me. I know that you can feel my cock now. You start to rub yourself against me even harder. We kiss and kiss. I can feel your tongue against mine and it sends a chill down my body. You stop kissing me and sit up, peering down at me. You take your hands and run them under my shirt. You feel my stomach and my chest. My heart pounding. Then you run your hand down. I think you're going to undo my pants but you go past my belt. Another tease. You start to stoke the now very large bulge protruding from my jeans. You run your hands back up and finally undo my buckle. You slowly unzip my jeans and allow my cock more room to grow. But it still strains against the fabric of my small blue boxers. You reach for the top of my boxers and slowly start to pull them down. My cock explodes out into the open gasping for air. It's so swollen. I look down at you and see you looking right back at me. You're shooting me another look. Like as to say "good boy."

You take your hand and wrap it around my cock. You can barely get your hand around it because it's so thick. You begin to jack me off slowly. It feels so good. That's when you start to kiss the head of my cock. Slow, deep kisses. Like as if you were tasting a peach. My cock begins to throb as your kisses get deeper and deeper. Soon you have my whole cock in your mouth. I don't know how you did it. I thought my cock was too big. But you did it. You start to suck on my cock, making it longer. Getting me to a size only you can get me to. Your tongue feels so good against my cock. I can feel it running from top to bottom. You're so good. I can already tell that I'm going to cum hard. But I don't want this to end right now. I'm enjoying it too much. So I fight not to cum. I grab the sides of the bed. My back arches. I know that you can feel all the pleasure I'm getting.

You stop sucking my cock. I look down. You sit up again and pull your shirt off. Then you pull my pants all the way off. You go back down, this time putting my cock in between your breasts. You start to rub them up and down, tit fucking me. I can hardly take it anymore. I don't know how I've been able to keep from cumming. But I don't want to take any chances. So I put my hand on your cheek, motioning for you to stop. I maneuver you so that I'm now on top of you.

I kiss your lips again. Enjoying the taste. I kiss you more and more each time getting lower and lower. I kiss your neck. I kiss your nipples. I kiss your stomach. I kiss your thighs. I kiss your legs and your feet and back up to your thighs. I take the top of your shorts in my teeth and slowly pull them off. You open your legs wide. I take off my shirt make my way in between them. I can see your clit. It's hurting for pleasure. I take my finger and rub it. You react right away. But that was just a test to see how sensitive it is. Now it's time to really give you pleasure. I take my tongue and begin to tease your clit. It tastes just as sweet as the rest of you. I can feel your muscles flexing. I really start to tease it now. Making little circles with the tip of my tongue. I run my hands on your thighs then reach up and play with your rock hard nipples as I continue to play with your clit. Kissing it. Licking it. I then take my tongue and put it inside you. You moan. I start to thrust it in and out, making you feel some of what I'll do with my cock in a minute. You moan louder. I almost want to check to see if my roommates are still asleep, but at this point I don't care if they're listening or even getting excited themselves. For a moment I think of how much you would enjoy that. Making three guys hard at one time, pleasuring one and teasing the other two. But my mind quickly focuses back to the task at hand...er, tongue.

"I wanna feel you inside me."

I look up at you. Your back is arched and your muscles are tense. I sit up and move in further between your legs. I put my cock on your clit and start to tease you.

"Put it in. Please."

I can't stand hearing you suffer. I take my cock and slowly put it inside you. You're so tight that I can barely move in and out. But the longer I'm inside you the easier it becomes. You're so wet that I start to glide pleasurably in and out of you. I can't believe that you can take my huge cock. You're wrapped so tightly around it, you make it feel like it's a foot long. It start to go faster. Your legs start to tighten around me. Squeezing me so I can't breathe. You whisper "Deeper."

I position myself so that I can turn you over. Now you're on top again. My cock is now deeper inside you. You bounce on top of me hard. Almost hurting me, but in that good way. I put my hand on the side of your face then touch your lips. You begin to suck on my finger. It arouses us both. You start sliding up and down on my cock harder and faster.

"Jay, you have such a huge cock." I almost lose it. "Are you ready to cum?"

"Yeah."

"I want you to cum inside me right now."

You jump on my cock and I start to cum. I can feel my heart pounding against my chest. You start to moan loudly. I can feel that you're cumming too. You fall down on me. We're both so hot and sweaty. I gasp for air and I can feel your chest moving against mine as you look for air too. You look up at me. I kiss your lips...raspberries.

"And to think you weren't happy to see me last night."

I look at you and smile.

You slide off my cock and lay next to me. I still hold you close. I take a peak past the closet door. My roommates are still sound asleep. I smile thinking how we got away with it. You roll onto your side again and I spoon up against you. I pull the blanket out from underneath me and cover us. I feel a great sense of relaxation go over my body. I close my eyes and pull you closer.

"Jay."

"Yeah?"

"Jay!"

I open my eyes.

"Wake up, Jay. We have to get to Kerr."

I look at down. We're fully clothed. I can't believe it. It was just a...

"Are you awake, now?"

I look at your no longer naked body.

"Unfortunately."

"What?"

"Nothing."



The Morning After



When I woke up I could feel a warm arm draped over me, a warm body nestled up behind me, and warm breath on my neck. For a moment it felt wonderful...I hadn't awakened in a man's arms in a long time...too long.

In an instant however that wonderful feeling was replaced by nausea as the events of the previous night replayed in my mind. I gently rolled out of bed, went into the bathroom, shut and locked the door, knelt in front of the toilet and began to cry and puke my guts out.

When I'd wretched all I could wretch I sat on the bathroom floor, my back against the wall wondering...trying to figure out...trying to remember exactly what happened.

How had I ended up fucking my 18 year old son Thomas for most of the night? 

I was searching for answers. The events rolled through my mind.

I'd gotten home a little bit later than normal and to my utter astonishment Thomas had made dinner for us...something he never did.

"Well...what's the occasion?" I asked.

"It's 'You take such good care of me every day that today it's my turn to take care of you' day. I know you've been working your butt off these past few years to keep this house and keep the life you wanted for me from slipping away. I wanted to do something to show you how much I appreciate it. I even tried to make your favorite food." Thomas said.

"Oh...so this is supposed to be lasagna? I'm just kidding sweetheart, it looks and smells delicious." I said.

The meal was very good for a kid who could barely microwave leftovers the right way. I could tell that he'd put a lot of effort into it...which really made me feel good. 

After dinner we moved to the living room.

"Here, go ahead and lay down on the couch." Thomas said.

Who was I to argue? I was dog tired and my feet were killing me so I kicked off my shoes and lay down on the couch. I was surprised when Thomas lifted my feet and sat at the far end of the couch with my feet in his lap.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You don't even have to say it...I can tell that your feet hurt...they always hurt. I figured a nice relaxing foot massage would do you some good." Thomas said.

He began massaging my feet. I don't know if it was his first foot massage or not, but damn was he good. All of the pain, the tightness, and the tingling were gone in just a few minutes. He even massaged up my calves, which also hurt a lot of the time.

It felt a little weird having my own son give me something as personal as a foot massage, but it felt so damn good that I let those thoughts slip away. He massaged my feet for almost an hour.

"Feeling better? More relaxed?" Thomas asked.

"Absolutely. Thank you...I feel a lot better now." I said.

"We're not done just yet. Come with me." Thomas said.

He took me by the hand and led me to my bedroom. I started to get a little worried about his intentions at that point.

"Okay. Take your clothes off..." Thomas said.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Take your clothes off, put on your bathrobe, and meet me in your bathroom in a few minutes." Thomas said.

He went into the bathroom and shut the door. I thought about just walking back out to the living room, but instead I got undressed and pulled on my bathrobe. I knocked at the door to the bathroom and stepped inside.

The lights were off, but there were two dozen candles all around the room giving it a warm glow and Thomas was just turning off the faucet in the bathtub.

"A nice warm bubble bath for the lady...enjoy." Thomas said.

He knew that I loved bubble baths. As he walked past me to the bathroom door I grabbed him and hugged him.

"Thank you so much for this...it really means a lot." I said.

"Hey...you've been taking great care of me for 18 years. This one night doesn't make up for all of that." Thomas said.

"It does to me. It shows me how much you love me. I love you." I said.

"I love you too. Now you'd better get in there before the water gets cold." Thomas said.

He left the bathroom and shut the door behind him. I slipped out of my robe and into the warm water. God that bath felt great. I was so relaxed that I fell asleep. I woke up gasping for breath and splashing around trying to get my head above the water.

I guess I yelled for help because Thomas opened the door, grabbed me, pulled me to my feet, and stabilized me as I coughed the rest of the water out of my system.

"Are you okay?" Thomas asked.

"I think so. I guess that bath was a little too relaxing...I fell asleep." I said.

"Next time I'll have a life guard on duty." Thomas said.

"You were on duty." I said.

He was still holding me so my breasts were up against his chest. When he let go of me and backed away from the tub he saw me naked for the first time. He gazed at me for a few moments.

"Well...I should let you dry off and everything. I'll be waiting outside." Thomas said.

"Okay." I said.

Thomas walked out of the bathroom; the door closed but didn't latch behind him. I stepped out of the tub and began drying off. I let the tub drain and finally pulled on my robe. When I walked into the bedroom Thomas was sitting on the edge of the bed. I walked over and sat down next to him.

"That was some night you treated me to...thank you." I said.

"It's not over yet. There's one more thing." Thomas said.

"Oh? What's that?" I asked.

He leaned in and kissed me. At first I was too surprised to move...then his hands held my head in place as he continued to kiss me...then I found that I wasn't fighting him...I was kissing him back.

I shivered as I felt his hand slip inside my robe to caress my left breast...but I did not push his hand away.

He untied the front of my robe...but I did not push his hand away.

He opened my robe revealing both of my breasts and the rest of my body to him...but I did not push his hand away.

He moved his hand down over my stomach, between my legs, and began gently rubbing my pussy...but still I did not push his hand away.

He kept his lips locked on mine as his hands roamed all over my body. It was as if he was afraid that if he broke our kiss I'd say no and make him stop. Perhaps he was right. 

Any chance I had of resisting was blown to pieces when his fingers, which had done such an amazing job on my feet, brought me to orgasm. After that orgasm I was putty in his hands...he could have done anything he wanted to me and I wouldn't have tried to stop him.

After my orgasm I became an active participant for the first time. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head then dropped to my knees by the bed and opened his pants. He raised up enough for me to pull his pants and his boxers down at the same time.

The last time I had seen Thomas' penis he was a little boy and had a little boy's penis. As I knelt in front of him looking at his erection I knew that Thomas was no longer my little boy...he was a man...and he had the penis of a man...I'd say at least 8 inches and super thick. I was impressed and a little scared at the same time.

I took his cock in my hand and began to gently stroke it. I cupped his balls with my other hand feeling their weight.

I leaned in and licked the tip of his cock and swirled my tongue over the head. I took him in my mouth, but I couldn't get much because I have a bad gag reflex and his cock was almost too big to get into my mouth.

I felt one of his hands on the back of my head as I sucked and stroked him. After about 5 minutes I could tell he was about to cum and he was polite enough to tell me. I didn't pull away...I brought him over the edge in my mouth and swallowed every drop.

I pulled back and sat on the floor looking up at him on the edge of the bed. Thomas kicked his pants the rest of the way off then offered me his hand. He helped me up and pushed me gently down onto the bed.

He dove between my legs...god it had been a long time since someone had gone down on me. The things he did with his tongue were incredible. I had 3 orgasms all within a few minutes of each other. I would gladly have let him stay there all night, but his cock had recovered and he was ready to go.

He moved up over me and looked down into my face.

"If you want me to stop just say so." Thomas said.

I wanted him to stop...but then again I also wanted him to keep going. He took my silence to mean that I didn't want him to stop so he eased forward and his long thick cock slipped into my pussy. 

It was a tight fit...I hadn't been with anyone in more than two years and my toys weren't nearly that thick. Even though it was tight it felt incredible.

I don't know if it was inexperience or if it was simply because he'd been looking forward to it for so long, but he fucked me hard and fast the first time. He had climaxed before I really got going.

I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised...he was only 18 after all.

Again I took a leading roll. I pushed him over so that we rolled over on the bed. Once I was on top of him I sat up and started riding him. One of the benefits of being 18 is that your cock can recover almost instantaneously so he was still hard as I rode him.

I rode him to my own orgasm.

"Get on your hands and knees I want to do you from behind." Thomas said.

I climbed off of him and got in position. He moved up behind me and pushed his cock into me. It felt even bigger from that angle.

He grabbed me by the hips and rocked me back and forth to meet the thrusting of his cock. I resorted to bighting a pillow to keep from screaming out with absolute ecstasy. 

I moaned into the pillow as I had another orgasm. A few moments later he thrust deep into me and held me back against him as he pumped his cum into me again.

I was expecting him to pull out so I pulled forward, but he held my hips and pulled me back as he started fucking me again. My whole body felt like it was on fire...an intense tingling ran from head to toe.

He took his time...either he was tired or he was learning to make things last...either way the next 20 minutes were a heavenly combination of sensations. The feeling of his hard cock in my pussy and the strong but tender touch of his hands as they explored my body.

All god things must come to an end and he started to increase the speed and intensity of his thrusting as he built towards his own climax. I was approaching one of my own.

We both moaned together as we reached orgasm together.

Out of breath and exhausted he slumped forward onto my back. He kissed the back of my neck as his arms encircled me. I could feel the warmth of his body and the strength in his arms as he lay on top of me. It felt wonderful to have someone hold me like that again.

Finally he rolled off of me onto his back beside me on the bed.

I moved down his body and took his cock in my hands and began licking our juices off of it as I gently stroked it. He gently stroked my back as I ran both of my hands up and down the length of his cock.

When he was completely hard again he pushed me over on my back, rolled on top of me, and slid his cock into my now very accommodating pussy.

As he fucked me he kissed me on the lips, on the neck, on my breasts, it felt wonderful.

I had another orgasm about two minutes before he had his. After he had pumped his cum into me he rolled off of me, snuggled up to me, draped his arm over my body, and kissed me.

"I love you." Thomas said.

"I love you too." I said.

We were both exhausted and drifted off to sleep.

It still seemed like a dream; there was no way it had actually happened. But I knew that it wasn't just a dream. Dried cum was stuck to my inner thighs, my pussy was red and swollen; no it had happened...it had really happened.

I didn't know how to feel. What happened was so wrong, but it felt so good. I sat naked on the bathroom floor with questions swirling in my mind.

When something like this happens; how do you face the morning after?

How do you face your son the morning after he has given you the most incredible night of sex of your life?

How do you face the morning after knowing that your relationship with your son can never be the same again?

How do you face the morning after?



The Morning After



As I lay in bed thinking of our time together I become aroused. Remembering how your touches, so soft, gentle, teasing and yet in another breath turned firm commanding. I remember how your whispers so raw with a need that only you could have filled by being in complete control, of the situation and of me. Hearing this in your voice, seeing it in the way your body moved, seeing it in your eyes, I give you the control, I give you all of me. 

The day before started as any normal day for us... we go to work, come home, have dinner and relax with one another. I decide to test you, to push a few of your buttons as only I know how. I watch you sitting on the couch dressed in your jeans and a light tan colored button up shirt that brings out the dark brown in your eyes. I crawl over to you, wearing a pair of denim shorts and a long, dark green t-shirt. Kneeling before you I push your legs gently apart, my body nestled in between them, looking up at you silently asking permission to continue. 

You look at me, smiling, running your hand over my cheek, so warm and so much strength in it as you move your hand to the base of my head and wrap my hair into your fist. Using my hair you slowly pull until I am looking up at you and you lean down to kiss me. Using your tongue to open my mouth, tasting me as I taste the wine that you were drinking on your tongue. 

I know this is your way of giving me permission to continue with what I had in mind. You break away from our kiss and let my hair go. Still kneeling before you, I pull your shirt out of the waistband of your jeans. Pushing the shirt up to expose just a small bit of your stomach I begin kissing you. You feel my breath so hot on your stomach, as I feel your muscles jumping underneath my mouth with each feather-light kiss. My tongue teasing its way along the top of your jeans, feeling your breath catch and then coming faster as you gain control again. 

I begin slowly unbuttoning your shirt starting at the bottom working my way to the top. Pressing my body against you, moving, feeling you growing hard against me. I place my hands inside your shirt and as I go to push it off of you, I let my fingernails graze across your stomach, your chest and your sides. Hearing your intake of breath as I lean down to kiss your chest. 

Kissing my way up your chest, to your neck, biting gently, kissing your ear as I push my body a little more against you, making sure to rub against you. I feel your hands move around my body, moving to pull my shirt over my head. I kneel before you, my eyes cast downward as you look at me, my pale skin even more white against the blackness of my bra. My breasts pushed up, the lacey top of the bra barely covering them, my nipples so hard, brushing against the bra. 

Still kneeling before you I look into your eyes as I begin to unbutton and unzip your pants. Watching the desire, the need and the heat build in your eyes. Wrapping my hand around your cock I feel it immediately begin to grow hard. The feeling of the soft, smooth skin against the steel hardness of your cock is a sensation that I love to feel. I bring my mouth so close to your cock, so close that you can feel the moist, hot heat of my breath on you. Placing a featherlike kiss across the tip and then around the head and on the underside of your cock I see you give a small smile as you lean your head back and close your eyes. 

I close my eyes and give a small sigh as I lick across the slit of your cock and then wrap my lips around the head. Sliding my mouth down on you, further and further until my lips are wrapped around the base of your cock. As I start to suck harder I begin to choke on your cock feeling it as my throat tightens and squeezes around it. Sliding back up your cock catching my breath, licking around the head again, my tongue circling, teasing you. Sliding back down, sucking harder and faster, choking myself around your cock as tears start welling up in my eyes. 

Looking up and watching you start to breath faster, your chest rising and falling in time with me sliding up and down your cock. My lips wrapped tightly, sucking and massaging your cock. 

My hand cupping your balls as I feel how heavy they are in my hand. Holding them and massaging them Taking your cock in my hand and stroking it slowly at first and then faster as I lick across your balls, gently biting and sucking on them. Feeling your cock start to throb in my hand as I keep stroking it. 

You lean up and grab my hair at the base of my head pulling me up to you. Kissing me on my mouth none to gently almost bruising my lips forcing my mouth open as your tongue enters my mouth. Our tongues desperate to taste each other, teasing one another as I start sucking on your tongue and hearing your moan so deep as the kiss continues to deepen. 

With my hair still in your hand you pull me to my feet. Standing before you my head pulled back, looking into your eyes and seeing this smile come across your face. A look that says you know I am yours, my body is yours, all yours, totally and completely. You kiss me once more on my mouth, a quick but passionate kiss, and a kiss that leaves me wanting more. 

You tell me in no uncertain terms to get rid of the sweats. I take two steps back from you, watching you that smile still on your face as I slowly lower the sweats from my hips. I give a shy smile back to you as I stand before you in black, lacy boyshorts style of panties that hug my hips and ass. 

Standing before you in the black bra and boyshorts, my skin tingling, as I know you are looking over every inch of my body, inspecting me from head to toe. My nipples become even harder as I notice your gaze lingering on my breasts. My pussy feeling like it is on fire and becoming even wetter as I stand there, the anticipation building just from a look. 

I start to walk toward you but with one look I know better. It's a look that says so much more than just no. It's a look that says you have plans in mind for me, that while I may have started the play, you will take charge and you are in control of things now. 

You tell me not to move to stay there and wait for you. Standing there, knowing better than to even look behind me to see what you are doing of what is about to happen. I hear you open the closet door in the next room. I hear you gathering things but I don't know what toys, what instruments have struck your desire for the night. My body becoming more excited, my imagination going into overdrive as I start to wonder, fantasize and then the reality hits me, almost immediately as you walk into the room. 

You roughly pull me over to you as you sit back down on to the couch, across your lap. Holding me down with one arm, I struggle some, knowing this is only a position for when I am being punished. Thoughts racing through my head trying to discover what I am being punished for, what I had done wrong or what I had forgotten to do. 

You lean down and whisper to me, "This isn't for punishment. This is because I desire to see your ass redden, to feel it getting hot under my touch. I desire to feel you squirm and struggle against me. You are not in trouble, you have done nothing to disappoint me, this is only what I desired to do and have done to you. I want to leave marks upon your body. I want my marks on you so that when you look upon them, you know that you are mine, your body is mine and that your body will always be mine."

With the anticipation built up and my body screaming for your touch I feel your hand coming down on my ass. First the right cheek then the left, back and forth, harder and harder. You aren't showing me any mercy as you watch my ass become pink then red, so hot to the touch. You don't ease up on me; you continue to come down hard on me. 

When my ass is a nice shade of red you gently rub it, feeling the heat and hearing my whimpers that were drowned out by the slaps from your hand. Tears falling freely down my face, my voice almost hoarse from the begging and crying out. 

You still aren't done with me. You pick up a leather strap and let it caress against my body. I tense up as I feel you lift it up and then the harsh smack as it falls upon my thighs. I scream out as you continue to let the strap slap against my thighs and my ass. Leaving reddish, purplish marks. You keep going until you are fully satisfied with the nice coloration on my body. 

As you massage my thighs and ass your hand slides up between my legs and even though you know the spanking hurt and I begged you stop, my pussy shows that I enjoyed it. My pussy is dripping wet and as you rub my pussy I move my hips so that I show you I am enjoying. 

Your fingers sliding into me, first one and then another, are moving in and out of me. You hear my moans, soft at first then becoming louder and faster, panting as you bring me closer to an orgasm. I am begging you to let me orgasm that I can't hold back. You keep teasing me, moving your fingers faster in and out of me. You tell me I am not allowed to cum just yet, not until you say so. You slide another finger in, three fingers filling me up, my pussy stretched around you and as I can't hold back anymore, you know I am past that point you give me permission to cum. As I give into that need I cry your name out over and over as my body convulses across your lap. 

When you feel my body slow down to just a shudder you pull me up and hold me in your arms like you would a small child. Kissing me, wiping the tears from my eyes and telling me I did great. Thinking tonight is not over you carry me to the bed and lay me down on it. 

The sheets so cold against my body that I begin to shiver, watching you finish undressing. Once you are undressed you lie next to me in the bed, curling your body against mine and pulling me tightly to you. Nestled in your arms I realize that you never came. I mention this to you and you tell me that you did exactly what you wanted that was exactly what your body needed. There is always another night for the attention to be on you but tonight was about me. Kissing me gently on the cheek I wiggle back into place against you and drift off to sleep.



The Morning After



A Victoria and Jacqueline Story

Author's Comment: This story is the sequel to "Punished on Valentine's Day". It might be helpful to read it first but it's not necessary to understand this short piece. I hope you enjoy it, and please let me know what you think. Rose.

Jacqueline opened her eyes to the early morning light. Victoria was lying almost on top of her, and she relished the feeling of complete trust it conveyed. Her right hand rested casually just beneath the small of the Counsellor's back, and the tall artist followed her impulse.

She wriggled from under Victoria's body until she was seated with her back against the headrest. She gently manoeuvred the toned but comparatively light body of her beloved across her outstretched legs and studied the distinct marks of the cane. Jacqueline gently retraced every single one of them, but there still was no sign that her lover was awake.

An impish smile stole on her face while she readjusted her beloved's position on her lap. The next few minutes she gently stroked her lover's hind globes, but very soon it was not enough. So, she started to spank the luscious buttocks, gently at first, not more than a caress. Every smack was a tiny bit harder than the next, but not enough to hurt. She often woke Victoria this way when she was in an especially playful mood, but she never had done it right after a punishment. This morning, however, her partner's reddened behind was just too enticing.

The changed breathing rhythm told Jacqueline that Victoria was awake, but it took fifteen of the light smacks to get her to react. "Good morning, Mistress."

"Good morning, my love." Jacqueline said and stopped the spanking in favour of gentle caresses.

"Please don't stop, Mistress. It feels so good, please spank me."

Jacqueline resumed the playful swats. She took great care not to cross the boundary to giving her beloved pain and interspersed the spanks with soothing caresses.

"Harder, please, spank me harder, Mistress. Please."

There was a real need behind Victoria's words but her Mistress was stalling. "You were very brave during your punishment yesterday. I'm very proud of you. You don't deserve to be hurt again this soon."

"Please, Mistress, spank me harder. Spank me to orgasm. You will never hurt me and I can take the pain. Please, Jacqy, I need it; I need you."

"Are you sure, my love?" Jacqueline asked.

"Yes, I'm sure. Please spank me to orgasm. I need to feel you. Please Mistress. Show me to whom I belong. Spank me."

Jacqueline heard the urgency behind her lover's plea that had not really been a plea. There had been times, notably in the first year of their life together, when she would have stopped everything, sent Victoria in a corner, and thought about a suitable punishment for her submissive's attempt to top from the bottom. Countless play sessions, however, had taught her that Victoria sometimes needed more than the gentle dominance they both preferred in their daily life.

"Alright, baby. I'll give you three hard smacks now, and you will tell me how many of those you think you can take before you'll be sufficiently aroused to be able to cum."

Jacqueline administered three quick and hard blows that left the firm buttocks in front of her slightly quivering. Her eyes wandered down to the apex of her lover's spread legs and the glistening wetness told her what the answer would be.

"I could come right now. I don't need more than your permission, Mistress, but I think that I could take about thirty of these before the urge would become too strong and I might disobey your orders."

"I want you to count, Tory, and I want you to take at least forty-five smacks before you'll ask for permission to cum." Jacqueline said.

They quickly fell into a rhythm; one hard slap, a gentle caress; two hard slaps, a gentle caress; three hard slaps, a gentle caress. Despite being grounded to the here and now by the obligation to count, Victoria had a hard time not to get lost in her own world.

"Eleven."

"Fifteen." The softly exploring touch of her Mistress' hand wandered to her upper right thigh and touched, almost inadvertently, Victoria's nether lips which were still swollen by the treatment with the flogger the night before and thus extremely sensitive. She moaned deeply, and almost jumped from her lover's lap when the next hard smack hit the fleshiest part of her glowing red behind.

"Sixteen," she said belatedly.

Jacqueline relished Victoria's reaction to every single one of her constantly hard hits, the slight moans, the groans, the infrequent yelps. She noticed the increasingly laboured breathing, but it was not a reaction to the pain. The steady voice now counting slap number twenty-two, right after a longer stroking intermission that once again brought the artists strong hand close to her submissive's glistening centre, told her that Victoria was almost painfully aroused.

After slap number twenty-eight Jacqueline bent forward and put two soft kisses on her beloved's nether cheeks which were starting to turn purple.

"Please, Mistress, please..."

Jacqueline stopped her by putting her index finger on Victoria's lips, but the other woman turned her head and said, "Please, Mistress, please hit me harder."

There had been so much desperate need in Victoria's voice, short of permanently maiming her Jacqueline would have done everything for her beloved. So, she increased the force of her blows, but she kept the rhythm up and after eight more strokes put a whole flurry of butterfly kisses on the tortured behind.

"Thirty-seven."

Victoria had brought her knees under her and pushed her dark purple buttocks towards the next stroke from Jacqueline's calloused hand. She shuddered slightly under the strength of the blow, but her languid moans told a very different story.

"Forty-four."

"Forty-five. Please, Mistress, please allow me to cum, please."

"Since you're begging so nicely... Yes, Tory-baby, cum for me. You are allowed to stop counting."

Jacqueline kept the force of her blows up but allowed longer intervals between them. Victoria's open abandon to the pain she was still giving her and the orgasm she had been allowed to finally unleash let her Mistress' own juices flow abundantly, but she was not yet ready to give in to her urges. Jacqueline had something else in mind.

She stopped the spanking after the fiftieth smack and let Victoria ride out the last wave of her massive release. The raven-haired woman's legs finally gave way and she once again lay flat over her Mistress' lap, still shaking with the force of her convulsing inner muscles. Jacqueline used the moment to press down on the swollen, pulsating clit with her index and middle finger of the left hand while the other index finger simultaneously pushed past the barrier of Victoria's sphincter.

Victoria bucked against Jacqueline's hands and thigh. She tried to get back on her knees to give her Mistress easier access to her clit and nether lips in the hope that she would be entered deeply and fucked to within an inch of her live, but the trembling had taken over her whole body and her Mistress could easily keep her down without stopping her ministrations.

The raven-head came a third and a forth time, crying out and then whimpering her Mistress' name. Jacqueline removed her hands, cleaned them with one of the paper towels they kept on the night stand for such situations and began to gently caress her beloved's back and sides. The gentle, regular motions never failed to calm her down after a heavy release. The trembling and shaking slowly subsided, her breathing returned to a measured rhythm, her muscles relaxed.

~*~

Lying limply over her Mistress' lap she undoubtedly would have quickly fallen asleep, but Jacqueline had something else planned. She needed relief herself, and the last of her beloved's need had yet to be driven out of her. Nevertheless she allowed her a few minutes recovery time while her hand caressing the bruised arse cheeks kept her from drifting away.

Jacqueline kissed her way up from the glowing buttocks, along the spine to the shoulder blades. She whispered in her lover's ear, "I want you to get on your hands and knees; face the headrest and close your eyes."

The artist slipped out of the bed as soon as Victoria started to comply. She walked over to the dresser where they kept a few of their toys for impromptu sessions just like this one. She fastened a harness around her slim hips and selected a very long but rather slender phallus. Jacqueline wanted to fill her submissive deeply but she didn't want to stretch her in any way. All in all, its circumference was not more than two of her fingers.

She returned to the bed and lubricated the strap-on with Victoria's love juices. The sphincter didn't resist and she entered the anus with one smooth move. Victoria's hips moved backwards, eager to accept more of the intruder. She moaned but kept her eyes obediently closed.

"You're not allowed to cum before I tell you to, and you're not allowed to beg."

A disappointed groan was her answer.

Jacqueline then began to take Victoria in earnest. She started slowly, took her time with every tiny movement of her hips and made the shaft inside of her beloved describe a rough circle, at least as much as possible considering that the kneeling woman in front of her was quickly approaching another orgasm. Jacqueline increased the pace.

The tension in Victoria's body changed from the tell-tale signs of someone craving more stimuli to someone desperately fighting to stay in control of her body's reactions. Jacqueline quickly reached a level of hard, fast thrust that slammed her pubic bone against her partner's tortured buttocks, and still Victoria was trying to meet the thrusts half way.

Jacqueline bent forward and closed both hands around Victoria's breasts. Her firm globes still bore the marks from the riding crop and were further sensitised by the friction from the bed sheets during the spanking session. Jacqueline rolled the already perked-up nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, getting them rock hard in seconds. The palm of her hands and the other fingers cupped the undersides, and suddenly Victoria's torso was pulled up- and backwards, her hands no longer found purchase on the mattress and she felt her Mistress' breasts pushing against her back.

That also changed the angle of the phallus. It now pressed harder against the barrier keeping both internal areas apart and so indirectly stimulated Victoria's vaginal walls. Jacqueline held them up with the strength of her muscular thighs. She continued the deep thrusts, and put a lid on her own impatience and growing arousal to make sure that Victoria really felt every single one of her movements.

Experience told her that it would not take much longer before Victoria would succumb to the abundance of emotions and impulses. A single tear dropped on her right hand, quickly followed by many more. That was what she had been after and allowing her own need to peak, she ordered,

"Cum for me, my love, cum with me."

They lost their balance at the apex of their release and Jacqueline only barely managed to keep them from falling to the floor. They landed sideways on the mattress and the last remnant of their orgasm dissolved into giggles. Jacqueline pulled out of her beloved, removed the harness and closed her strong arms around Victoria who snuggled against her and clung to her as if to a lifeline. She knew that her beloved now was extremely vulnerable and gave her all the comfort she needed to compose herself.

~*~

This morning it took Victoria longer than usual to regain her composure, only when she was completely relaxed did Jacqueline loosen her tight hold and pulled her from the bed to a standing position. She scooped her up in her arms as if she were nothing more than a doll and carried her to the bathroom. They stood for five minutes under the warm water before Victoria raised her head and kissed her taller partner's lips. One could have called it a chaste kiss but to Jacqueline it conveyed her beloved's feelings better than a long discourse would have.

So, she respected Victoria's silence and allowed both of them to fall into their familiar routine of gently washing the other's body. They didn't speak, not under the shower, not when they dried themselves and slipped into their robes. They didn't speak when they prepared and ate breakfast with Victoria seeking the comfort of her lover's arms by sitting on her lap.

With only a look from Jacqueline Victoria cleaned the kitchen and the other woman disappeared towards the back of the house. A few minutes later Jacqueline came back and led her beloved to the porch. A mattress had been put on their favourite desk chair, a special design that could easily accommodate two grown women. There also were a few pillows and a thick down comforter. Jacqueline and Victoria stripped their robes off and slipped under the comforter.

They snuggled against each other and Jacqueline whispered, "I love you. I love you more than anything or anyone else, my Tory."

Victoria sniffled and tried to hold back her tears.

"It's alright, my love. Cry if you need to. There's no shame in tears. I'll hold you, forever and ever. Cry baby. It's alright."

The gentle words made Victoria burst in tears, and the arms holding her close, the hand stroking her back allowed them to fall freely and unembarrassed. Jacqueline, nevertheless, kept her reassuring words up and from time to time put a soft kiss on her lover's forehead and eyelids.

Eventually Victoria calmed down. She dried her slightly swollen eyes with the corner of the down comforter and changed her position until she was able to look her Mistress in the eyes.

"I'm sorry that I'm such a wuss, Mistress."

"You, my love, are not a wuss. You're strong and independent, and I'm very proud that you allow me to see, to hold you even in your times of need. I love you."

Jacqueline's words were greeted with more tears and she continued to soothe Victoria with reassurances and gentle caresses. The crying intensified until her wandering hand found the tortured arse cheeks of her beloved and began to stroke them. That did the trick and she started to calm down for real.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Nothing is wrong with you, my love. You just needed release in more than one way, and now that we have it out of your system, we can talk about it, Jacq and Tory, not Mistress and sub. We will take our time and cuddle and talk about it and try to find out what we both can do to not let it go this far in the future."

"I love you, Jacqueline DeNorlan."

"And I love you, Victoria Katherine Lerner."

Victoria sought the comfort of her partner's arms, secure in the knowledge that Jacqueline had meant every word, and that if need be they would stay on the porch for the rest of the weekend. Jacqueline's left hand still rested on her throbbing buttocks and her sensitised breasts were pressed against the length of her partner's body. She instinctively pressed her swollen nether region against Jacqueline's thigh, and with sudden insight she knew what had been bothering her and brought her to need this morning's session.

"Yesterday was the first time you punished me since we had to tell my parents about us three months ago," she blurted out.

A few weeks before Christmas a junior partner in her father's law firm had gained access to Victoria's computer and had copied her diary and her punishment book. He had planned to make them public and use the scandal this undoubtedly would have caused to cover his own tracks. Over the course of three years he had embellished close to 900,000 Dollar from Victoria's father's law firm and feared that an audit would find him out. They had caught him just in time to advert further damage to the firm and retook Victoria's file before he had a chance to distribute them, except for one copy that found its way to Victoria's mother. So, they had been forced to admit to the true nature of their relationship and Sarah Lerner still had a hard time to accept that her daughter sought and needed the dominance of another woman.

Jacqueline's gut reaction to her lover's words had been to deny their veracity. They had had a lot of play sessions of which quite a few had been very intense, including a session of anal training that had left her in awe of her submissive. She had caned her once for being late and not calling but by her usual standards she had been very lenient. She had not punished her when she had lost her temper with a sales woman during their Christmas presents shopping spree. She had not punished her when she had refused to participate in the boot licking contest at the Warehouse a couple of weeks ago.

Victoria was right; the night before had been the first time she had punished her submissive since this fateful day she had found out about the hacker having cracked Victoria's desktop computer because the young Assistant District Attorney had neglected to change her passwords and update her internet security regularly.

Victoria was right; she had not been a conscientious mistress. She had neglected her duty to her submissive. And she knew why.

"I was afraid, Tory. I was afraid to once again lose control, just like I did when I bent you over your desk and caned you and then punished you with the paddle." Jacqueline said softly.

"You didn't lose control, Jacqy. You didn't give me even one stroke more than you said you would, and you moderated the force of your blows enough to allow me to take my punishment in full. I deserved it and you did nothing wrong, my love."

"It felt a lot like a loss of control to me, Tory, and it took you almost two weeks to get over the last effects of the punishment. Don't think that I didn't see you flinch every time you had to sit down. I'm your Mistress but I love you too much to be your executioner."

"You are my Mistress, Jacqueline, and you will always be. Even if you never again will pull me over your knees and spank me, even if you will never again let me feel the cane or the flogger or the riding crop, even if you never again will fuck me in the ass and make me cry out like a bitch in heat, you will always be my Mistress." Victoria said emphatically.

She was rewarded with a hard swat right on the centre of her buttocks that made her yelp in surprise more than in pain. "You know what I think about this kind of language. I won't allow you to disrespect yourself this way."

"See! I told you, you will always be my Mistress because you always have my best interests in mind, even if it's something as minor as a few crude words. Yesterday was so perfect that I just needed to feel it again to believe that it was real. You were so firm and gentle at the same time, and this morning waking up with you spanking my butt, it was like a wish come true. I needed to feel your dominance; I needed to feel that it was not only a dream. That's why I asked you to spank me to orgasm and why I asked you to hit me harder and harder.

"Before I found you I was empty and I never want to feel empty again. You are the fulfilment of my wildest dreams, Jacqy, but I needed this morning's session to remind me of that. You are my best friend and my lover and my Mistress. You can make my insides melt with one look, and I can't even imagine a time when I would not want to serve you. I love you."

"I love you, too, Tory. And I promise to be more attentive to your needs in the future. These last three months I let quite a few things slide. I'll do better from now on." Jacqueline said solemnly.

Victoria studied her Mistress' face. The genuine regret and self-recriminations she read in the beautiful green eyes made her heart hurt.

"What I said earlier, that yesterday was the first real punishment in three months, I was wrong, Mistress. You punished me but it were no corporeal punishments. Instead of punishing me with a switch when I lost my temper before Christmas you banished me to one of the guest rooms and didn't allow me to touch you for five days. That was harder to take than the switch, and to be honest the effects of this punishment lasted longer than a beating would have. Since then there was more than one occasion when I stopped myself from saying something completely inappropriate just because I didn't want to be banished from your presence once again."




The Morning After



"These five days and night were very hard for me. The second day I even cut a switch and was standing in front of your door, but then I threw the switch away. The picture of your almost beaten raw behind popped up in my mind and I could not do it." Jacqueline said ruefully.

"You are too hard on yourself, my Mistress. I should have told you that I need a more physical, more hands-on approach. It's part of my duties as your submissive to tell you of my needs. You can't take the blame when I chose to keep my needs to myself." Victoria said.

"And it's my duty as your Mistress to see your needs before you even know about them, my love. From now on I will keep a closer eye on you and I won't let my fears gain the upper hand."

And so it came that Victoria found herself at the receiving end of a solid cane two days later because she once again had forgotten to keep her cell phone fully charged. Just when the pain from her Valentine's Day punishment and the spanking session the next day began to subside, her behind was once again blistered without mercy, but the tears streaming down her cheeks were less for the pain than for the fact that the time of her Mistress' experiments with alternative punishments was apparently over.

T H E E N D

Comments welcome.



The Morning After



When I woke up I got the shock of my life. I was lying naked in bed, next to my naked eighteen year old daughter. Needless to say, I was hung over. The last thing I could remember was sitting in a restaurant with my daughter drinking what was obviously too much for me. We had been "celebrating" if you can call it that, my twentieth wedding anniversary. On every previous anniversary I had celebrated with my wife at that restaurant. We went there on our first date. This year I dreaded the approach of the anniversary, because my wife had recently died. 

When my daughter learned what was troubling me, she suggested going to the restaurant with me. That was thoughtful of her. I tried to be cheerful. Unfortunately, as soon as we got to the restaurant I was flooded with memories, once pleasant, now painful. I killed the pain with glass after glass of wine. My daughter tried to cheer me up. Now she was lying next to me, sleeping peacefully, looking as beautiful as a Playboy centerfold model, and unfortunately, just exactly as naked. 

I fearfully woke her. She opened her eyes, smiled at me, kissed me on the lips, and said, "Good morning, Dad." 

"Did we ... do It last night?" I asked. 

She laughed, kissed me again, and said, "No Dad, we did not do It last night. I admit I wanted to. I told you that I had saved my virginity for the perfect moment, and this seemed like the perfect moment. I'm glad you refused. It would have been the wrong thing to do. You had three times as much to drink as I did, but you still kept your moral bearing." 

"If my moral bearing was so high, why are we lying in bed together, completely naked?" 

"Good question. I wanted to make love to you. You refused. I held your erect penis and asked, 'What are we going to do with this?' 

"You said, 'You can't put it in your vagina, your mouth, or your rectum'. 

"I asked, 'What about a hand job?' 

"You didn't refuse, so that's what I gave you." 

"Wait a minute! Why was I naked in the first place?" 

"That's a long story." 

"We've got time." Fortunately, my wedding anniversary fell on a Friday this year. I would not have been much good at work. 

"You had far too much to drink in the restaurant to drive home," my daughter said, explaining what was obvious. "I am too young to order alcohol in a restaurant, but I am old enough to drive, and I just turned old enough for a man to..." 

"Yes, I know. So you drove us home I guess." 

"Yes, and when we got home I wanted to have some wine myself, so I opened a bottle and shared it with you. We both talked about Mom. Then I opened and shared another bottle of wine with you. I drank four glasses, which was the most I have ever had. You..." 

"I can imagine." 

"Anyway, when you got up to go to bed you took several steps and fell down. I helped you get into your bed room which was hard, because I sure can't carry you. I pulled back the sheets, and helped you lie down. Then I removed your shoes and socks. With them off, I decided you would sleep more comfortably if I removed everything but your underpants. When that's all you had on I noticed that you had turned your underpants into a tent. 

"I had never looked at you sexually before," she continued, "but I had never had four glasses of wine either. I took my clothes off, removed your underpants, and was fascinated by your penis. I had not seen one since I last saw yours when I was nine years old. I had never seen an erect one at all. While I was admiring your male organ you sobered up enough for us to have the conversation I already told you about. Can't you remember any of this?" 

"Some of it's coming back to me." 

"Anyway, after you climaxed, I got some toilet paper to wipe you off. Then I got under the sheets with you. You turned me around so that my back was against your chest, and rubbed my clitoris until I had my own orgasm. That's the way I masturbate, but it felt a lot better when you did it. You told me, 'This is what your mother and I did together before and after we got married. Our wedding night twenty years ago was the first time we made love with anyone. I have been faithful to her ever since'. Mom told me the same thing, Dad. I think that's wonderful." 

"I guess I'm not so immoral after all." 

"You're not immoral at all, Dad. A lot of fathers would have planned an event like last night. They would have done what you refused to do." 

"I sure didn't plan it. I almost got heart failure waking up next to you." 

"Now, don't get a heart attack on me Dad. I don't think I can lose two parents in a few months like that." 

"Don't worry, Sweetheart. I want to stay alive." 

"If you want to stay alive, Dad, I wish you wouldn't stop at bars on the way home from work every night. When Mom died I took over responsibility for getting dinner ready. Sometimes you come home more than an hour late. You've obviously been drinking. Mom's death has been painful for both of us, but think how I'll feel if a police officer knocks on the door some night and tells me that you got killed in an accident because you had too much to drink, or that you are in the hospital after causing an accident that killed some other people. 

"Dad," she continued, "I need to take better care of you. If you want to drink after work, buy a bottle of wine, and bring it home. Wouldn't you rather drink with me than the patrons of some bar? I don't want you to get into an accident, and I don't want you to get picked up by some woman either. I'm sure Mom wouldn't want that." 

"Sweetheart, I would much rather talk to you. My drinking buddies are getting tired of hearing about Mom anyway. That's all I ever want to talk about. If you don't mind I can tell you about the places we went to when we were dating. I can take you to some of them." 

"That would be wonderful, Dad. I can never get tired of talking about Mom, and hearing about her. One more thing, Dad: from now on I want to share your bed. You've established the restrictions of our relationship, and I agree with them. What happened last night between us was beautiful. I want to do it again." 

"Keep your bed room for appearances sake. If we have friends over, make it look lived in. If we change it to a guest room, people will wonder." 

"That fine with me, Dad. Now you just lie here. You must have a bad hangover. I'll get some aspirin and an ice bag. Relax, Dad. I'm going to start taking care of you right now. Oh!" she exclaimed, "I'm so glad you agreed to let me sleep here."

"We must never tell anyone about this," I warned.

"Yes sir, Father." 

As my daughter walked out of what was to become our bed room, I admired the way her hair flowed down her softly rounded shoulders, the turn of her back, her small waist, her slender, athletic thighs, her perfectly formed calves, and of course, her beautiful, bare bottom. She looked like her mother did when she was that age. Actually, my wife still looked that good when... 

Now don't let me get started on that. Anyway, as I watched, I began to get an erection. I hoped my daughter would still be naked when she came back. She was. Mutual masturbation with her was certainly better than the solitary kind. This time I remembered it.



The Morning After



Candace Mitchell woke up in stages. She felt her eyes slowly crack open, looking first straight up at the hotel room ceiling before turning her head slightly to the left in attempt to catch the time from the big digital display on the bedside clock radio. Her temples were throbbing and her mouth was dry as she swallowed hard, running her tongue over lips. The air conditioner was running on high and she felt a chill realizing that she was completely naked. When she pulled the covers up over her shoulders, she was startled when the figure lying next to her stirred and rolled over. The first shock was that she wasn't alone. The second was that the man sleeping next to her was not her husband.

PART ONE

Candace Mitchell was the Vice-President of Human Resources for a large electronics firm. Although in her mid-forties, a strict diet and moderate excercise, including weekly yoga classes, kept years from her figure. Her light brown hair was cut in stylish short fashion, just off her shoulders, and her green eyes seemed to sparkle when she smiled. Her full breasts had fallen just a bit but her waist was trim and she had the long, slender legs of a dancer. 

Married for over twenty years,her daughter had just started her freshman year at Notre Dame and her twin boys were juniors at Middleton High School.

Her company's awards banquet was being held in Columbus this year and she had decided to stay the night since she was able to get a room in the same hotel. Her boys were perfectly fine on their own and her husband and a few of his buddies had previously made plans to go to South Bend for the Irish opener.

Wearing a matching black lace bra and thong panty set, Candace slipped into her V-necked navy dress smoothing it out over her luscios curves. Adjusting the neck line in the mirror, she was somewhat concerned that she was showing a bit too much cleavage. She brushed her hair and reached into her purse for a tube of lip gloss. She was known to have a weakness for the stuff, and was seen constantly applying liberal amounts to her pouty lips throughout the work day. She stepped into her peep toe slingbacks with the four-inch heel and turned her back to the mirror, looking over her shoulder at her reflection.

She smiled confidently, knowing she looked terrific and wished her husband was with her. They always let their hair down when they stayed in hotels together, and the sex while always good at home, whenever they could get to it, got markedly hotter when they were out-of-town.

Candace walked through the crowded ballroom, stopping often to meet with co-workers and their spouses moving further into the room. When she finally made it to the bar, she ordered a gin martini with extra olives, pleased to catch the young bartender staring at her chest as she placed her order. She had to hand it to him, he made a damn fine drink, its bite distinct on the back of her throat. She was so impressed that she returned a half hour later for a second one which she took out on the balcony.

The balcony was long and nearly empty when Candace stepped outside. Hearing her name called, she turned to find Randi Boehmon sitting alone several tables down. Randi was one of the top sales executives and she and Candace tried to have lunch together at least once a month.

When Randi invited her to sit, Candace noted a glass of white wine was on the table in front of her next to a hard pack of Virginia Slims Menthol 120s topped by a tiny gold lighter. As usual, Randi looked incredible with her long blonde highlighted hair hanging straight over her shoulders, her striking blue eyes set against dark, smoky eye make-up, her lips glistening in a cinnamon shade. Randi's oldest was a few years behind the twins and their families attended the same church.

"Candace! Don't you look fantastic. I love your shoes, are they new?"

As they chatted, Randi told Candace that she was also "single" for the night since her husband was in L.A. on business. Candace noted that Randi kept looking glancing over her shoulder, back into the ballroom as if she was looking for someone. Moments later, Randi abruptly got up from the table and excused herself saying "I'd better get back inside." before grabbing her wineglass and clutch and walking quickly away. Candace noticed that she had left her cigarettes but when she turned, Randi was already gone. Candace put the cigarettes and lighter in her bag intending to return them to her later.

Back in the ballroom, Candace ordered a third martini, scanning the crowd for Randi. She spotted her across the floor talking with a young, black man named Marcus who worked in Randi's department. Marcus was leaning over talking directly into her ear and when he raised his head she saw Randi beaming up at him, a gorgeous smile illuminating her face. Before Candace could head over towards them, Greg, the CFO of the company, was on the stage at the podium asking everyone to find their seat.

Candace's table was near the front but off to the side, and as she settled in, the lights were lowered casting the table into darkness. Candace introduced herself to the others at her table finding out that they were from the parent company in Atlanta. There was an empty chair next to her, and as the evening got started, Candace saw a young man making his way towards her.

She had met Jon Roberts a few times previously. He worked out of their San Digo office and had been a surfer or some reknown.When he smiled in greeting, she couldn't help but notice his athletic V-shaped build and the way his pants clung tightly to his muscular thighs. His long,blonde curly hair was pushed back over his ears and he had an infectious grin which immediately put you at ease.

As the evening progressed, Candace found herself talking almost exclusively to the younger man. She found him incredibly charming and funny and very attentive, making sure that she always had a fresh drink in her hand, the two of them even sharing a small piece of cake from the dessert tray.

Candace was more than a little drunk when the last speech was given, and as her co-workers began to move about the large ballroom, she found herself alone at the table with Jon.

As she was applying a fresh layer of gloss to her lips, Jon leaned in close to her, smiling brightly and asked "So what are you up for!"

Candace felt a little giddy smiling back at the handsome young stud "What do you mean?"

"What are plans for the rest of the night?" he explained.

"Oh . . . Well, I've got a room here. My husband couldn't make it and I didn't want to drive home alone."

Jon leaned even closer to her. Candace could smell the musky scent of his cologne.

"Well, that certainly opens up some options for us. Don't you think?" his voice lowering in a manner Candace found much too intimate.

Candace felt Jon's hand lightly slide over her knee which was under the table, hidden from view by the tablecloth.

She looked deeply into his cool, blue eyes and heard herself whisper " You really shouldn't be doing that." Her pussy already tingling from his light caress.

Jon's strokes became even more pronounced, his fingers running softly up the inside of her slender thigh and Candace felt her breath catch in her throat. Looking at her with a confident glint in his eye, Jon said " Ask me to stop and I will. I promise."

Candace's pulse began to rise, Jon's hand moving even further up her bare thigh. Neither said a word for several moments, Jon's fingers sliding back towards her knee before starting a slow tantalizing trek up her smooth skin. 

With a soft sigh, Candace spread her legs slightly, allowing Jon to move his hand completely up her dress, drawn to the warmth coming from between her legs. He ran a finger up along her silk panties, not at all suprised to find them already wet with her juices. He smiled as Candace closed her eyes, spreading her legs even wider, anticipating his touch.

Jon was moving the the thin strip of her thong to one side when Candace heard her cell phone ring causing her to jump. Jon quickly pulled his hand out from under the table, looking around to see if anyone had noticed the two of them as Candace reached into her purse.

Breathing heavily, she flipped the phone open. "Hello? Oh . . . Hi honey. How are you?" Candace looked at Jon, clearly embarassed by her actions and got up from the table saying "I"m sorry. It's my husband." before turning and walking away holding the phone to her ear. "Baby, let me go somewhere less crowded so I can hear you better." Grabbing her purse, Candace took the first door and headed out into one of the hotel's hallways, her heart pounding in her chest as if she had just been caught.

PART TWO

Candace found a deserted hallway and leaned against the wall listening to her husband on her new cell phone. He asked how her evening was going and told her about the game. Feeling incredibly guilty, she caught herself overly interested in what her husband was saying, quick to reassure him that she was happy he was having a good time and that he was enjoying his trip with his friends.

"I miss you too, Baby. Can't wait to see you at home. Love you." she added before closing her phone. She let out a huge sigh as she returned the phone to her purse.

Candace was startled by the voice at her shoulder. "Is everything okay?"

She turned quickly to find Jon standing behind her, a killer smile spread across his smooth, handsome face.

Candace felt her knees tremble as he slid his hands softly over her firm hips. His head slowly lowering towards her. Candace's lips parted and her eyes closed as she felt herself raising her chin as his lips sought hers.

Jon kissed her softly, his tongue darting into her warm mouth, tasting the gin on her breath. When his arms wrapped around her, pulling her tightly against his muscular body, Candace melted, her arms now flung across his broad shoulders. The two kissed passionately, their tongues dueling, their mouths opening and closing in a lust filled dance.

Trying to compose herself, Candace pulled away from his lovely lips, panting "Jon . . . I can't do this . . . I mean . . .I'm married and I can't cheat on my husband . . ."

Jon kissed her again, his tongue pushing past her wetly shining lips, a low moan escaping Candace as she returned his passion with her own, her hands now sliding down to cradle his face, his hands gripping her tight, little ass.

With a groan, she pulled away from Jon's hot embrace, grabbing him by the hand. Looking down the hallway, afraid that they would be caught, she pulled him quickly towards the stairwell saying " We can't let anyone see us like this!"

Just inside the stairwell, Candace was suprised when she nearly ran into another couple who were backed into the corner. A tall, muscular light-skinned black man was passionately kissing a petite blonde and it took a few seconds for Candace to realize that it was Randi Boehmon with Marcus, the young man she had seen her talking to earlier in the evening.

Marcus turned quickly to see who had interrupted them, and Randi's beautiful blue eyes briefly flashed in alarm before she noticed her friend was holding Jon by his hand. A knowing smile lit up her sexy face as she raised one hand to the side of her young lover's face, pulling him back to her. "It's okay, Baby." she reassured Marcus as her lips parted, her tongue extending as he leaned down to kiss her, one of his hands up under her skirt.

Candace watched them for a few moments, tranfixed by the sight of Randi's wedding band glinting as she pulled Marcus' head to her, her wetly shining lips pressed hard against his.

PART THREE

Her room was only one floor below the banquet hall and once inside, Jon pinned Candace against the wall, kissing her deeply. She pulled his tie off as he shrugged out of his suit coat, kicking off his shoes. His hands found the zipper of her dress and he lowered it slowly towards the gentle swell of her ass. 

They continued to kiss as they made their way into the luxurious suite and Jon sat on the edge of the king sized bed and removed his shirt and socks as he watched Candace slip first one, then her other lovely shoulder out of her dress, allowing it to pool on the floor. Jon stood and pushed his pants down and Candace could see his rock hard cock peeking out the top of his boxers. Now clothed only in her black lace bra and thong, Candace walked slowly and seductively towards her much younger co-worker. Although she had been a faithful wife for her entire marriage, Jon had gotten her seriously worked up. Adding to that, her discovery of Randi and Marcus and the erotic images of their likely coupling that were flashing through her mind, Candace quickly realized that there was nothing that was going to stop her from fucking the young surfer silly.

She took in his broad shoulders, smooth deep chest and washboard abs. She was filled with lust as she drank in his tan, muscular form, her pussy already soaking wet.

Jon took her in his corded arms, and she kissed him deeply, her french-manicured hands squeezing the thick pads of his chest muscles, before wrapping around to grab his tight, round ass cheeks. As they kissed, Jon cupped her heavy breasts in his hands, his thumbs feeling her nipples pushing through the thin lace of her bra.

With a sexy smile on her pouty lips, Candace slowly kneeled in front of her young stud, her hands sliding gently up his muscular thighs and disappearing under his boxers. He felt her fingernails tickling his ball sack before she pulled his shorts down around his ankles. His thick cock sprung free and Candace eagerly reached for it, running both her hands softly down his long, hard shaft, a pleased look upon her beautiful face as she studied his manhood, noting that he was quite a bit larger than her husband.

Cupping his balls in one of her hands, Candace leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue slowly up the front of his hard cock, from his balls to the sensitive area just under the fat mushroom head. When she heard Jon groan, she repeated this several more times, finishing each tantalizing lick with a quick flick of her tongue, tickling the head of his stiff dick.

Lowering her head, Candace moaned as she sucked one of his heavy balls into her mouth, the vibrations sending bolts of pleasure pulsing through her young lover's body. She lovingly alternated between both his nuts as she sroked him with her left hand, Jon's eyes drawn to the large diamonds in her wedding bands as he watched the MILF make love to his thick cock with her mouth.

"AAAAhhh . . . Shit! That feels so good Candace! Suck my cock, Baby! Suck my cock!"

Candace eagerly took the head of his cock through her wetly shining lips, her head bobbing a slow, steady rhythm, one hand again cupping his ball sack as the other worked his shaft in conjunction with her mouth.

"MMMMMmmmmmmfff!!! MMMMMmmmmfffff!!!' she moaned as she slobbered over his dick.

She pulled her lips off with an audible pop, breathing heavily as she studied her handiwork. Candce ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, smiling up at her young boy-toy.

"You like that, Baby?!!!" she asked in a sultry voice. "You like watching me suck your big, hard cock?!!"

Without waiting for a response, she took him back into her mouth, her head now bobbing more rapidly, loving the taste of his young, thick cockmeat. She grabbed his muscular ass cheeks and eased his cock down her throat, her nose pressed against his closely trimmed pubic bush. She held him there for a few moments before shaking her head and removing her mouth altogether, sucking wetly at the saliva that had built up while she was blowing him.

As she got to her feet, she kissed Jon hard on the lips, their tongues dueling. She pulled away from his luscious lips, her hands on his thick shoulders and locked her lust-filled eyes on his, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. She peeled her thong down over her shapely hips and long, slender legs revealing a trimmed landing strip.

"Fuck me!" she whispered. "Fuck me!!"

Jon crushed her against his thick, smooth chest, his hand behind her head as his tongue reached deep into her mouth, her arms tight around his neck. Candace was suprised when he bent his knees and she felt the thick head of his young cock push against her swollen pussy lips. With his hands now under her slender thighs, Jon easily lifted her off the floor, his cock quickly sinking into her warm, soaking wet, tunnel, his hands now sliding up to hold her by her ass. Candace locked her ankles around his slim waist as Jon began to bounce her up and down on his long, thick cock. She had never been fucked like this before, but she was quickly overcome with desire.

She kissed him as he continued to fuck her, moaning into his mouth, suprised at his strength and impressed with how easily he was able to hold her upright and continue to fuck her.

As his passion began to rise, Jon bounced her harder and harder down onto his thick shaft, Candace's mouth locked onto his, her breasts rubbing deliciously between them. He raised her higher and higher as he fucked the lovely MILF, his hard young meat slamming into her previously faithful pussy.

At one point, he raised her to high and his cock slipped from her tight, wet tunnel. Candace quickly reached down under her ass to grab his his hard cock and bring it back to her sloppy pussy, inhaling sharply as he slid back in causing her to moan.

"Aaaaah!!! UUUUuuuummmm!!! Oh my God! Oh my! OOOOOOOOOooooooohhhh MMMmmyy GGGGGooooddd!!"

Jon slowly walked her backwards so that her ass was resting lightly on the top of the dresser. Candace shook her head and ran her hand back through her hair, a contented smile on her lips. Jon slowed the pace of his thrusts, withdrawing his cock completely from her pussy lips before slowly pushing it back in until he was buried to the hilt. Candace was able to look down and watch as his thick, wetly shining shaft disappeared between her legs, his six pack rippling as he plunged into her.

Jon reached down and lifted one of her legs up on top of his shoulder, her other leg now bent at his waist with her foot angled towards the floor. Candace wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and tilted her chin upwards, her mouth open expectantly, her tongue reaching for his. They kissed softly as Jon continued to slowly pound his thick meat into her married pussy. She could feel the first pulses of her orgasm building as she sucked lovingly on his tongue.

"AAAAaaaahhhh . . . Shit!! Baby . . . You're making me cum!! Your cock feels so fucking good!! Cum in my pussy, Baby! I want you to cum im my pussy!! Fuck me, Baby! FUCK ME!!!"

Candace couldn't believe she was talking so dirty. Usually she was much more reserved when she made love to her husband, but Jon brought out a slutty side of her that she didn't know existed.

Smiling down at the gorgeous MILF, Jon withdrew his hard shaft from between her legs and eased her off the dresser top. Candace reached behind her back to unsnap her bra and threw it on the floor before turning and bracing herself against the dresser, her tight, little ass presenting a target impossible to ignore. Smiling sexily as she looked back over her shoulder at her young lover, she watched as he spread her ass cheeks, before feeling the thick head of his cock push past her swollen pussy lips.

Candace inhaled sharply, her head arched back, her eyes squeezed shut as Jon started to thrust deep into her warm, wet, tunnel.

"AAAaaaahhh! OH GOD!! OHHH JESUS!! OOOHH FUCK!!! OOOOooooohhhh!! OOOOOOoooh!!! FUCK!!" Candace groaned as he fucked her, his thick cock seemingly hitting every tender spot in her overheated cunt.

She opened her eyes and caught the reflection of their coupling in the large mirror, her breasts swinging lewdly with each of her lover's hard thrusts, her mouth open, breathing heavily, Jon's face straining as he concentrated on giving the older woman a fucking she would never forget.




The Morning After



Candace was stunned by the force of her orgasm when it hit, the heat between her legs bursting, her body shuddering as if she was having a seizure.

"Fuck me!! Fuck ME!! FUCK ME!!!" she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her lithe body. She felt Jon's cock stiffen and moments later the first strong jet of his cum ripped into her, extending her own orgasm beyond anything she had ever experienced.

Jon continued to pound into her pussy as rope after rope of his sticky seed shot into her faithless pussy, both of them now breathing heavily. When Jon's orgasm began to wane, he opened his eyes to find Candace looking back at him in the mirror, her cheeks flushed, a sexy smile spread across her beautiful face.

Keeping his cock buried in he sticky pussy, Jon reached down to turn her face back over her shoulder and towards him. As lowered his face to hers, Candace craned her head around to try and kiss him, their tongues having to bridge the short distance remaining between their lips.

"That was incredible!" she whispered breathlessly. "Fucking incredible!!!"

PART THREE

Jon mixed a couple of strong gin and tonics from the mini-bar and joined Candace who was sitting up naked against the headboard, a plush pillow behind her.

After taking a healthy pull from her drink, Candace reached for her purse wanting to reapply her lip gloss. Jon watched closely as she ran the thin applicator brush expertly over her luscious lips leaving them glistening in a soft, red shade. Putting the tube back in her purse, she noticed that she still had Randi's cigarettes. Barely a social smoker, who might light up if she had too much to drink, Candace felt an overwhelming urge come over her. 

She flipped the top of the hard pack and removed one of the long, white cigarettes. Jon took the lighter from her and she brought the cigarette to her wetly, shining lips a hand resting gently on his as he thumbed a spark. She took a long, deep drag and exhaled a thin stream up towards the ceiling in the dimly lit room as Jon reached for her purse to return the lighter.

His eyes caught her phone and he removed it.

"Very nice! Is this new?" he asked.

Candace took another long draw and exhaled before responding.

"Uh huh! I'm still trying to learn all the functions. I'm only a little way into the manual."

"I've seen these." Jon replied. "You know its got a ton of memory, and" he added with a mischievious look in his eye " a video camera!"

A thin smile crept across Candace's lips.

"No . . . I know what your'e thinking. You are not going to take a video of us. Are you crazy? Am I crazy?! I can't believe we're having this conversation! I can't believe I just had sex with you!"

Jon leaned over and kissed her softly, her mouth quickly open to accept the probe of his tongue. As they continued to kiss, Jon's hand crept lightly up her thigh, his fingers parting her pussy lips as he gently tapped her clit.

Candace took a last drag from her cigarette and dropped it with a hiss into her glass. Turning back to Jon, kissing him passionately, her hand reaching for the thick hose that was stirring on a muscular thigh. 

Jon jumped from the bed positioning the phone on the bedside table, grinning.

"Baby!" Candace pleaded with a laugh. "Don't do that! Come back to bed!!" Then becoming much more serious. "I want you to fuck me again!!"

Jon quickly climbed back in beside her, pulling her hard against him, feeling her breasts pressed against his thick, smooth chest.

"Oh, I will!" he whispered between hot kisses.

THE FOLLOWING WEEK

Candace was at her desk watching the short video clip Jon had taken on her phone. Even in the poor lighting afforded by the hotel room, Candace was still tantalized by the images of his young, hard body thrusting his thick cock deep into her willing pussy. When he leaned down toward her, she was struck by the passion with which she returned his kisses, her hands reaching up to cradle his face as her tongue snaked towards his. She watched as she drove her hips frantically off the bed to meet his anxious thrusts, moaning like a wanton whore.

A slight ripple pulsed through her body and she realized that she had been playing with her pussy as was viewing the clip, over and over.

She was stunned that her husband did not immediately sense what had happened in Columbus. She was sure that her guilt was written on her face. That first night home, she had made love to him hoping to drive the memories of her adultery into the deep recesses of her mind, but it had the opposite result. While her husband was on top of her, she closed her eyes and her thoughts turned to Jon. Within moments, she was fantasizing that it was her young lover, not her loving husband of twenty years who was pleasuring her pussy. Afterwards, her husband commented that she hadn't fucked him like that since their college days.

Candace shook herself, turning off the phone and reached for her purse, suddenly aware that someone could have walked into her office while she was fingering herself. Noticing that she still had Randi's cigarettes, she removed the distinctive green and white package and the tiny gold lighter and got up from her desk.

Walking into Randi's office she was suprised to find her talking with her husband, Bill.

"Oh . . . Hi Bill . . . I didn't mean to interupt . . . I was just . . ."

"No . . . Your'e fine. I was just leaving. Did you two girls behave yourself in Columbus?" he asked jokingly.

Initially off guard, Candace replied "What? Oh . . . Well, you know . . . those banquets can get pretty boring. I don't think you missed much."

Candace caught Bill's eyes drifting down to the cigarette pack she was holding.

"Those things will kill you . . . you know."

Glancing over his shoulder, she saw Randi's eyes widen in alarm, shaking her head slightly, mouthing silently "No!"

"Oh . . . These . . . Yeah, Well I'm trying to quit but you know . . . stress . . . work. You won't say anything to Mike will you?"

"Your secret's safe with me." Bill smiled. "Bye Honey!"

Randi exhaled deeply as Candace took a seat in front of her desk.

"Thank you! Bill would kill me if he found out I was smoking again. I quit before we were married."

Noticably relaxing, Randi smiled cooly at her friend.

"So . . . Did you have a good time?" an eyebrow slightly arched.

Lowering her voice, Candace leaned toward her.

"Oh my god, Randi! It was incredible! I mean . . . I never dreamed I'd find myself in that position . . . Christ, I'm 45 years old. I'm married for goodness sake . . . I'm old enough to be his mother . . .!"

Randi raised her hand, trying to calm her down.

"Whoa . . . whoa girl! You're making this way too complicated. You are a gorgeous, sexy woman. Jon obviously didn't care how old you were, did he?'

Candace warily nodded in agreement.

"There were plenty of younger girls there, but he chose you. He was attracted to you. And the rest of it . . ." Randi looked away briefly before shrugging her shoulders "It's just sex!"

She laughed adding "Incredible . . . Hot, steamy sex . . . but sex nonetheless!"

"I know . . . I know . . . But what about my husband." Looking at Randi, "What about Bill and your children?"

Randi waved her hand dismissively. "Look, Bill and I are doing it more than ever. He doesn't suspect a thing. It doesn't change the fact that I'm still a wife and mother. To me it's like having a great dinner or an expensive bottle of wine. You don't deny yourself the things you really enjoy . . . Do you? Of course not, so why deny yourself opportunities like these? Let's give ourselves some credit, we can still get the young ones to sniff after us. What's the harm?"

Candace let that sit for a bit, wondering if she could ever compartmentalize her slutty behavior like Randi did.

Sensing her friend was still uneasy, Randi turned their conversation to their children before Candace left to prepare for a staff meeting.

Back in her office, Candace was staring blankly at the a report on her desk when the phone rang.

"This is Candace." she answered. "Oh . . . Hi, Marcus . . . What can I do for you?"

"Lunch? . . . Well . . .um . . . Let me check my schedule." she said flipping through her day planner.

"Would tomorrow work for you? Great . . . I know exactly where that is . . . Noon is perfect."

Turning her chair towards the back of her office, Candace lowered her voice and in a sultry tone added "I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to his, Marcus!"



The Morning After



I woke up from the most amazing dream to the sound of a quiet slurp. At first it was intermittent and then became steadier. My head was still buzzing from the dream last night, my wife seduced me and we had the most amazing sex in a very long time. I was half awake, half asleep and felt my morning wood getting stiffer and stiffer. As I reached down to adjust myself in my sleepy stupor, my hand ran into hair, bobbing up and down slowly and deliberately. 

I was fully awake and fully erect now and realized that it was not a dream I had experienced. My wife was licking my shaft slowly and flicking her tongue at the tip. I just kept my eyes closed and started to moan while I enjoyed her mouth engulfing my throbbing cock. She was playing with my balls, rolling them in her fingers, licking them, sucking one then the other into her mouth. Her hands started to rub the area between my sack and my ass. Slow, long strokes then light touches with her nails. She stopped sucking for a minute to lick her fingers and then went right back to kissing my shaft. Her fingers made their way to my ass and very unexpectedly, she slipped her finger into my ass up to the second digit. Holy Shit! She had never done anything like that. It hurt a little but the sheer ecstasy I was feeling took over. I could feel my balls tighten and my shaft harden a little. "I am going to cum!!" I moaned. She never likes me to cum in her mouth but this time, she sucked me even harder and pushed her finger in a little more. 

I exploded unlike any other orgasm I've ever had. I was moaning and groaning, I could barely breathe. Sweat was beading on my chest and forehead. The tongue licked around the head of my cock. She took it all in her mouth and sucked and sucked. Her finger held me tight in my ass. She moaned as I exploded into her mouth, wave after wave of cum spewing from my cock as she started to swallow it all. I could barely breathe as I came down. My eyes were still closed as she continued to suck and lick my now softening shaft and withdrew her finger from my ass. 

"Did you like that?" my wife whispered in my ear as someone still sucked on me. 

I nearly jumped off the bed, eyes wide open, fully awake and fully not erect any more. I looked at my wife next to me and then down to where my cock was a few seconds ago and saw thick midnight black hair attached to a gorgeous body. Her skin was not quite pale but contrasted so sensually with her hair. As she smile, a little cum ran down her chin. 

My wife explained, "This is Sam. We met a few months ago at the health club. She's new to town and didn't really have any friends until I started talking to her. Seems we have a lot in common except one major difference. She moved here to start over, an abusive boyfriend, no one really treating her as a woman. I said that my husband is just the opposite of what she was running away from. Anyway, after she saw you she felt sad that 'all the good ones were taken'. I had discussed with her a few fantasies you had and she thought she could help. You know I love you but don't want you to cum in my mouth and I always wondered what you would look like when that happened. Now I know. It was unbelievably sexy and I may give it a go at some time." 

I sat there, incredulous. My wife was talking so matter of fact and I had 2 amazing naked women so close to me. 

My wife continued, "And for the next part of the fantasy. You shared that you would love to watch me with another girl. Sam agreed to perform oral on me but I am still not sure I will on her. I guess it depends. You always said you just wanted to watch. You can touch, fell, squeeze, lick but you cannot penetrate Sam's pussy. I know it seems like this a lot of rules but I know you'll behave." 

Instantly, my shaft was hard again. I could not believe what I was seeing, what I was hearing, or feeling. My wife lay back down and spread her legs as Sam crawled on the bed towards her. I just sat back to enjoy the show. 

Sam started kissing my wife calves, slowly licking and sucking on them while intermittently leaving soft wet kisses on them. She worked her way up to the backs of my wife's knees and my wife moaned a little. Sam lingered there for a few moments as my wife closed her eyes and moaned some more. I was so turned on that I had a pretty good amount of precum starting to form at my head. Sam moved slowly up my wife's thighs with her tongue and lips, soft kisses, light breathes, slight flicks from the tongue. My wife started to breathe heavier and shallow. Sam reached up and grasped one of my wife's nipples, rolling it in her fingers and pinching it a little. My wife arched her back so only her head and shoulders and feet were on the bed. She screamed as her orgasm pulsed through her body, she was rigid and shuddering at the same time. Sweat glistened on her lip as she screamed and gasped. I could see her labia swollen and shining as her wetness was flowing out of her. Sam didn't miss a breath and immediately went to my wife's lips and started lapping up all her juices. My wife started to come down and had her torso back on the bed when Sam sucked her clit into her mouth and started to suck and hum and flick it with her tongue. My wife had another burst of fluids as she came again. Her hands were clenching the bed sheets, her mouth open and panting, her legs spread wide as Sam unmercifully unleashed her tongue on my wife's clit and then started to finger my wife's wet pussy with 3 fingers. She began to rub her own clit and pussy at that point. 

I couldn't help but stroke myself as I watched this display. And then I realized Sam was trying to service 2 pussies at once. I went behind Sam and started to lick her throbbing pussy. She was moist and swollen and moaned as my tongue licked her lips, up and down. Gently taking her labia between my teeth, I started tug on them as inserted 2 fingers into Sam's vault. This had great benefits as Sam came and I lapped up a torrent of cum and made Sam suck on my wife harder and finger fuck her faster making my wife cum releasing a gush of fluid for Sam to lick. My wife finally called for a break to catch her breath. For the first time, she saw what I was doing to Sam and looked devilishly pleased. With Sam on all fours and me licking her pussy and clit, my wife crawled underneath Sam and came to a stop with her face near Sam's pussy. 

After watching for a few moments, she whispered in my ear that she wanted to feel my cock in her as she licked Sam. I backed off and watched my wife start to lick and caress Sam's pussy with her tongue. She was so sensual and gentle I nearly came just watching her. Then she started to go at it with wild abandon thrusting her tongue into Sam's pussy, licking her clit, sucking on it, gently biting it. Sam was on the verge of another orgasm when my wife started to moan and thrust her tongue more wildly. Sam had regained enough composure to start licking my wife's pussy again. 

I jumped into action, not wanting to disobey my wife. I went to her pussy and started to put my throbbing shaft near her labia. Sam took this as an opportunity to suck my cock for a few strokes before I entered my wife's throbbing pussy. After a few minutes, Sam pushed me back and rolled over and my wife followed. With my wife's ass in the air and Sam under her, I started to enter her pussy once again. My wife continued her assault on Sam's clit and Sam began to moan even loader. I just pushed the tip of my cock into my wife's pussy and moved in and out, only using the tip. Sam started to lick my balls and my wife's clit. My wife started to moan and groan which made Sam groan more as they both approached another orgasm. My wife threw her ass back and took me all in and screamed "Give it to me hard and deep, I'm going to cum!!!!" I started pumping her primed pussy as fast and as hard as I could as Sam licked my balls and shaft and my wife's clit. I could not go for very long as my wife's pussy began to spasm and held me so tight I could barely thrust. My wife was moaning so loudly into Sam's pussy that Sam sucked both my balls into her mouth as they started to tighten up. Sam stuck her finger in my ass as I stuck my finger in my wife's (which caused her to moan even more) as my wife stuck her finger in Sam's ass. With one last thrust, I burst, wave after wave of cum jetting out of me and filling my wife's pussy as Sam and my wife both came with such force that for a moment all that was touching the bed were my knees, Sam's shoulders and feet and my wife's knees. After several moments and many grunts and moans, we all collapsed on a heap on one another. 

I felt like I slept for days when I woke up to a familiar sound of slurping. This time I opened my eyes and saw my wife's beautiful eyes smiling at me. 

"Thought this would be a great way to wake you up," she moaned softly. 

My cock was throbbing again as she went back to licking my shaft. 

I looked at her and said, "I wanted to talk to you about Sam..." 

She cut me off quickly and stopped sucking for a bit. "Sam is a woman I met at the gym a few months back. I'd really love for you to meet her one day....." 



The Morning After



I lay here in bed beside you in our dimly lit bedroom, the suns rays filtering in through the curtains shinning in my eyes. Lying on my back I look up and see the ceiling fan spinning in a vain attempt to cool the room. 

Rolling onto my side I watch you sleep, staring hungrily at your slightly parted lips, your breast rising and falling with every breath you take.

Propping up on one elbow I stare lustfully at your nipples still hard with excitement from our hours of love making last night.

Watching your breast rise and fall, your nipples hard, your areolas still flushed a dark red in the dim light of the bedroom excites me. I can feel my cock hardening and my mouth salivating at the thought of sucking your nipples like I did just hours ago. 

You moan shifting your body so the thin cotton sheet barely covering your naked body slips down a little farther, my cock now fully erect at the thoughts of the passion we shared mire hours ago come flooding back in. As my gaze follows the curves of your body downward I see the treasure that the shifting of your body has uncovered. 

Your dampened pubic hair surrounding the still passion engorged lips of your pussy causes my hard on to throb. 

I lick my lips and can still taste the sweetness of your juices from the night before. My cock throbs even more as I move down to the foot of the bed.

Moving slowly I ease between your feet. Gently taking one foot in each hand easing them apart as I slowly spread your legs open to my lust filled gaze. 

Leaning down I press my lips to the inside of your left calf kissing and licking my way to your knee, then back again, then back and forth with your right leg. I freeze momentarily as you moan softly and spread your legs father apart. 

Seeing you're still asleep or at least I think you're still asleep I start licking and kissing the inside of your left knee. Kissing and caressing the inside of your thighs I work my way upward, nibbling and licking left then right, back and forth. I kiss then I lick, I nibble then I kiss, sliding my hands up and down your legs as the head of my cock pulses even more intensely with excitement and a desire to slide into your invitingly delicious pussy. 

Leaning forward I lie between your legs. Resting my head on your leg I feel the soft smoothness of your inner thigh pressing against my cheek. 

Taking a deep breath I savor the intoxicating aroma of your pussy, the sweet musky smell of your essence inhaling deeply. Your sweet musky sent driving me even wilder with a lustful desire for you that mere words alone can never express. 

Pressing my mouth to the outer lips of your pussy I tenderly kiss my way up and down your slit. With the tip of my tongue I gently tease the gossamer like hair surrounding the outer lips of your pussy.

I lovingly trace the outer lips of your deliciously sweet pussy with my tongue. Inhaling your sent I tremble with excitement as I run my finger tips through the silky strands of your neatly trimmed pubic hair, my touch causing you to spread your legs even farther and moan deeply as you shift in your sleep. 

Pressing with the balls of my thumbs I slowly spread the outer lips of your pussy open licking the inner most folds. Moaning deep in my throat with pleasure I savor the ambrosia like droplets of your juices as I start to tease your pussy. Licking upward and then downward to your perineum then back up I delight in your taste, your smell, the very texture of your pussy. 

With the tip of my nose I nuzzle your clitoral hood my tongue probing beyond the inner folds of your pussy penetrating you as deeply as I can. 

I moan my tongue tickling the inner walls of your pussy as your juices flow across my lips in a vain attempt to quench my lustful thirst. Each delicious droplet succeeding only in firing the flames of my desire higher as I continue to slurp and suck up every drop. 

Teasingly I lick the tip of your clitoris, grazing your little love button as it rises from the delicate pink folds of your clitoral hood. 

My tongue stroking and caressing the pearl like tip of your clitoris as it pushes up from between the passion inflamed lips that surround it like the dew covered petals of a delicate pink flower. 

Lifting my head slightly I grind my chine into your perineum, my three days growth of beard stubble tickling you. Sliding my tongue under your clitoris I give it a long slow lick, savoring your juices beaded like the droplets of morning dew. I move my head up and down slowly, your sweet wetness coating my lips as I trace the softness of your inner lips with the tip of my tongue. Then pressing my lips to the lips of your pussy I slip my tongue inside French kissing you. My tongue swirling around as I pull back ever so slightly, curling my tongue I wrap it around your passion inflamed clitoris enfolding it in a meaty sheath. 

Slide my hands up your body I take one of your heaving breasts in each hand and kneed them as I start to bob my head up and down.

I savor the taste and feel of your clitoris as it slides up and down between the folds of my tongue. My mouth moving up and down on your clitoris, my lips puckered so that your hardened clitoris slides between them like a miniature penis in the folds of a hot and willing pussy. Feeling you grind your pussy against my face only excites me more. Knowing your now fully awake makes my cock throb to the point where it feels like the head will explode. 

Feeling your hands on the back of my head, your fingers laced in my hair as you grind my face into your pussy.

Flicking the tip of your clitoris with my tongue I take it between my teeth and start to hum so that the vibrations from my lips and teeth cause you to jerk and your breath to catch. Squeezing your breasts and taking your cherry sized nipples between my thumbs and forefingers I roll them around hearing you moan even louder. Looking up I see your head thrashing back and forth. I kiss my way up your lower tummy kissing and licking my way up your body savoring the taste of your skin. Pausing only to kiss your belly button I swirl my tongue around it slowly in ever shrinking circles until I slip my tongue inside. I can feel you thrusting your hips upward at me, grinding your throbbing pussy against me, the heat from it like a roaring inferno of passion.

Your nails raking my back as your thighs grip me to pull me inside you.

Inching my way up your body I bury my face between your lust swollen breasts, I turn my face first left then right, licking first one nipple then the other. I work my tongue up, down and around each of your succulent breast licking from the underside to the sensitive outer side along your arm causing you to shutter.

Feeling you tremble beneath me excites me even more, but I keep my excitement in check so that I can devote all of my attention to making love to you. I know from your reactions and mine that this is merely the beginning of something beyond extraordinary if extraordinary can even begin to describe the act of making love to you. 

Licking and kissing my way up the cleavage of your magnificent breast I feel your hands clutching my ass, your nails digging in as you pull me up closer to you. With my throbbing cock inching its way closer and closer toward the engulfing rapture of your pulsating pussy I kiss your neck and nibble my way along your collar bone to lightly bite your shoulder. 

With an explosion of desire you begin to thrust your hips upward harder grinding yourself on me trying to engulf my cock with your lust inflamed pussy.

I bury my face in your neck biting and sucking as I reach underneath you, sliding your hips up closer to me so you can wrap your thighs around me. Slowly I press my hips forward, the tip of my hardened cock barely grazing the outer lips of your pussy. With your hands clutching my ass tightly, your thighs pulling, pressing me deeper and deeper between your legs you raise your ass off the tangled sheets to take me inside of you.

An almost animalistic cry of lust and desire escape your lips as the head of my cock slides between the velvety folds of your pussy. I moan into your neck as your wonderfully hot pussy engulfs my cocks head. With a lust and desire I can no longer contain I lung forward impaling you with my cock.

Our eyes meeting, our lips locking in a kiss so hot they feel as though they will ignite in an unbridled passion, our tongues swirling around and around, our hands roaming each others bodies, our love, lust and desire rising higher and higher in an all consuming inferno of our lust.

I moan even louder as you tighten your pussy around my thrusting cock.

My balls make a wet slapping noise on your perineum as I thrust into you over and over, again and again the burning heat of your fully erect clitoris searing a path of desire along the length of my shaft. 

Our excitement rising with every thrust of my cock, the sensations heightened with every movement of our bodies. I drive my hardness into your wetness and you thrusting your pelvis upward to meet my every downward stroke. 

Our senses bombarded by passion, lust, desire, and love, the smell of sex filling our nostrils with its sweet aromatic sent of pure animalistic pleasure. The smell of flesh and hair dampened with our exertions to pleasure each other. The rumpled sheets tangled beneath us clinging to our dampened skin, the nearly overwhelming heat of our love making turning our bedroom into a sauna with its intensity. Our withering bodies barely feeling a kiss of air stirred by the over head fan in its vain attempt to cool the steam bath our bedroom has become. 

We fall into an orgasm inducing rhythm that only two practiced lovers can achieve, lost in an orgy of sensual delights we tremble with lust and desire. 

The urgency of our love making intensifies as we feel the building of our impending orgasm, an orgasm building and building with every thrust.

Thrusting into you harder and deeper I can feel the tightening of my balls and the throbbing head of my cock swell to the point I feel as if I will explode, the velvety prison of your pussy clinching and unclenching around my cock on every upward and downward stroke. 

My rhythm momentarily interrupted as I feel your hand cupping my balls. 

A moan of animalistic ecstasy escapes my lips as you pull me all the way inside you. Your lips locking on mine as I bury my cock deep between the folds of your tightly clinched pussy, so tightly clinched I can feel your clitoris pulsing against my shaft as we both explode in orgasm. 

Your legs locking me deep inside you as were wracked with wave after wave of pleasure. We climax in the burning intensity of love making our combined lust, the shared passion and desire exploding in a ferocity all its own. 

Cum erupting form my balls coursing the length of my shaft, spewing for the tip like a molten stream of lava from a volcano, each jet spurting deep into you, your throbbing pussy clutching me in its grip, milking my cock for every last drop. 

Our mouths still locked together in a kiss so fiercely passionate that our lips seem almost fused together. My body collapsing on to of yours as your trembling thighs release me from their hold. Lying on top of you I feel the hardness of your nipples against my chest, our lips reluctantly parting so we can catch our breath. 

The dampness of our skin gluing us together in a bond almost as strong as our passion and desire for this not to end, our hearts beating together in a tempo and rhythm only a love making like ours can achieve.

With my face buried in your neck I kiss and lick my way along your collar bone to your shoulder and back again. I feel you bite my neck as I start to slowly move down ward, my semi-hard cock slipping from your still throbbing pussy like a liquorish whip from between the lips of an eighteen year old girl. 

Feeling your hands on my back and the tantalizing sensation of you lightly grazing my skin with your nails excites me, the head of my cock sliding down the cleft of your ass cheeks as I work my way down your body.

I take your swollen breast in my hands pressing them together as I lower my lips to first one and then the other of your diamond hardened nipples. 

Sucking each nipple I swirl my tongue around the aureole teasing it with kisses and licks. Kneading and fondling each breast as I take its nipple between my teeth and lightly bite it, before humming so the vibrations send little shock waves all the way down to your still twitching love button.

Feeling you start to grind yourself against me I slowly lick my way down the moist valley of your cleavage kissing and caressing the sensitive undersides of each breast as I go. Scooting down farther I nuzzle your tummy with the tip of my nose until I reach your belly button. 

As you grind your pussy on my chest I start to lick circles all around your tummy, moving in closer and closer to your belly button with each shrinking circle of my tongue, until I'm kissing your belly button and sticking my stiffened tongue in side and swirl it all around. 

Feeling your hands on my shoulders I move down kissing your lower tummy licking my way toward the top of your pubic mound. My tongue tickling and teasing the matted hair of your pussy as I move lower over the swell of your still orgasm engorged outer lips. 

The feeling of you flinching from the slightest touch of my tongue on your sensitive clitoris makes me salivate.

My mouth waters as I press my lips to your pussy, slipping my tongue inside you I can taste the musky delight of our mingled juices. The taste driving me into a feeding frenzy I begin to eat you out, hungrily lapping and sucking up all the sweetness produced by our love making. 

Hearing you moan softly I look up and see your playing with your nipples and start to lick my way up your body, until I'm laying between your legs once more. Gazing down into your eyes I smile as you smooth my hair. We both smile and speak for the first time, your hand caressing my cheek as you say in a husky voice "Good morning darling".

I moan in reply "Good morning my love" before kissing you deeply, sharing with you the sweet musky taste of our love making.

Rolling onto my back I put my arm around your shoulders as you snuggle up close laying your head on my chest. With the rays of sunlight filtering in through the drapes making patterns on our naked bodies we gaze upward with out uttering a single word. We lay there watch the ceiling fan as we drift off knowing that once we awaken it will start all over again as we spend the whole day together in bed like this the morning after.



The Morning After



I wake, keeping my eyes closed to the diffused morning light. In a flash I remember where I am, but resist opening my eyes, wanting this sleepy, sexy feeling to last. Shifting slightly on my side, I feel your arm tighten around me and I stretch happily, conforming myself to your sleeping body. I can feel your chest rising and falling with deep, regular breaths and I decide to lie quietly until you wake up on your own.

I feel a throbbing and stickiness between my legs and a hot flush washes over me as I remember what we were doing only a few hours earlier. Images of my legs around your shoulders, a view of you taking me from behind that I caught in the mirror, and me on my knees in front of you, flood me with desire. An involuntary moan escapes me and you stir slightly at the sound. I look up and kiss you under your chin, not caring if I wake you now, but you remain asleep for the moment. Unable to resist I slide my palm down your chest and belly until I bump into the base of your cock which is lying half hard across your groin. You stir again at my touch, but seem to fall back into sleep just as my fingers encircle your member, still slightly sticky with our juices. I can feel you start to stiffen and I moan again; my pelvis pushing into your thigh a little insistently now.

Suddenly you are growling and awake and pushing me over onto my back, your body settling on mine between my legs. Giggling up at your sleepy, smiling face I pull your head down to mine and kiss you. Inhaling the lingering scent of my sex on your face I wonder if you can detect the faint bitterness of your seed on my tongue. I can feel your erect prick against my swollen cunt lips and I arch my back slightly against your weight. Pulling back from our kiss, you hold me down with your weight and we stare at each other. 

"Good morning," you growl. "And what is it my greedy American consort wants this morning?" You wriggle your hips slightly and the head of your cock parts my lips and I'm left whimpering and speechless. "What do you want?" you demand gruffly, lowering your ear to my mouth. 

"Fuck me?" I plead, pressing my hips to yours. With a groan you push into me and I wince slightly and cry out into your neck, remembering the many thrusts of the night before. Pain gives way quickly to pleasure and we're soon fucking in earnest, though with a languor that we couldn't manage the night before. 

Your constant murmuring in my ear drives me mad and I cry out continuously, feeling myself begin to climax just as you demand "Do you want me to come inside you? Do you?" 

I cry my assent and we both tense, our bodies merging in a flood of sensations and nectars.

Rolling off me and onto your side, you prop your head and smile down at me. "Oh, we're a filthy pair, aren't we?" you say, a giddy laugh in your voice. 

"Yes, we are," I agree, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of bed and towards the bathroom. "Let's get clean!"

"Ooooh, a shower for two. How could I say no to that?"

"You can't!" I exclaim, pulling you into the tub after me and turning to run the water. As I bend to adjust the temperature before turning on the shower, I feel your arms wind around my waist and your cock against my ass. I wiggle a little, grinding into you with a giggle. "You're insatiable. And I love it."

"Hold on a moment," you say, starting to step out of the tub. "I have to..."

"No, wait..." Grabbing your hand, I keep you from leaving the tub. "What if you...I mean, you could..." I stammer, biting my lip, my cheeks flushed.

A broad smiles breaks across your face and I notice your cock twitching to half attention, which makes me smile in turn. "You want me to piss here in the tub, with you?" You are looking at me a little incredulously and I mumble, "Well, sort of, but..." and I reach to lightly grasp your cock and gesture at myself with it.

"Oh!" you growl, "You are a very dirty girl." 

"I am," I breathe.

"Come here and kiss me first," you murmur, wrapping me in your arms and planting your lips on mine. Our bodies press against each other, your cock standing up between our bellies. "I'm not sure I can when I'm hard," you caution.

"Try," I whisper, feeling lightheaded and feverish suddenly, taking your cock in my hand and pushing it downward. 

"Uhhnn," you groan slightly, moving to kiss me again, our bodies close, your prick pointing downwards now.

I feel your stomach muscles contract, hear a catch in your throat, muffled by my tongue and lips, and suddenly feel a gush of hot liquid on my skin. Your cockhead, pressed against my bush, releases a flood of piss, running down my inner thigh, making a trail along my calf and splashing to the porcelain at my feet. In my excitement I nearly bite your tongue, trembling and panting with arousal. You seem transfixed and I can tell you are enjoying the sensations unleashed.

"Stop for a second," I say as I step back, gazing at you dreamily. "Here?" I ask as I turn and bend over slightly, offering my ass and my pussy to your stream.

"Oh fuck, yes," you growl. I cry out as I feel another stream splashing at my cunt lips and down my legs, my hand going to my clit, feeling your piss soaking my fingers as I stroke myself. "Oooooh, you are a dirty wench, my American consort."

At your words, and the waning stream of golden nectar, my back arches and my hand clutches at myself, an orgasm coursing through me, my cries echoing in the tiled room.

You pull me up and turn me round, enveloping me in your arms. "Oh, my dirty, dirty girl. Let's get that shower on and get clean. Then we can get filthy all over again."



The Morning After



After a little fight, we end up going out to a club with Lucy and Jim like we planned. It's fun but I can tell you're still a little upset. We crash at Lucy's dorm room for the night. I can't help but wonder what you were thinking as we lay more than a foot apart on her floor trying to sleep. I felt throughout the evening that despite our argument you still wanted something to happen between us. But whenever I made any kind of move, you'd push me away.

The next morning we're the first to rise. You tell me you want to go for a walk. So we decide to walk to my dorm since you didn't get to see my room last night.

We head over, not really talking on the way. We make our way upstairs to my room.

I start to turn my dorm key when you stop me. 

"Wait. I don't want to go in there if your roommates are asleep."

"Angela, it's 10 in the morning on a Saturday. Of course they're gonna be asleep."

"Then I don't wanna go in there, Jay."

I look at you and know there's no way you're going to change your mind. "Fine." We go downstairs and sit in front of the television. It feels like we're the only ones in the building, eventhough I can hear people milling around behind us. I purposely sat really close to you. That way, I can feel the warmth of your body and smell your perfume. I catch myself looking at you. I can tell you know that I am, but you pretend not to notice. I slowly draw my eyes downward. Your legs, eventhough a night old, still look smooth and soft. I wanna touch them, but I don't dare. I look into your face again and I can tell you're sleepy.

"Jay, lets go back to Kerr."

"I need to change first. I reek of smoke."

"Fine."

We go back up to my room. You're still hesitant about going inside, but this time I convince you that it would be okay. We go in and sneak past my roommates who are sound asleep. You sit on my bed, worried that they'll wake up.

"Just lie down and I'll open the closet door. You can't really see the bed if I do that."

You lie down and I open the closet door. You seem a little more at ease now that you're partly sheltered. I retrieve some shorts and a T-shirt from closet and begin to undress. As I unzip my pants, I notice that your eyes are closed. A part of me is glad that they are. I feared that my now long, but still soft, cock would be visible coming out from my small boxers. But then again, another part of me wishes that your eyes aren't really closed. That they're slightly open hoping to catch a glimpse of my cock. Something that you've fantasized about seeing again ever since the first time it was revealed to you. 

I finish changing and begin to tell you that we can leave, but you have fallen asleep. I know that you should be getting back to Kerr, but I really don't want to wake you. I gently crawl into the small bed along side you. There is hardly any room to breathe. I spoon up to you, really having no choice but not really feeling like I'm doing anything I don't want to do. The warmth of your body is much more intense now. Which oddly does not bother me even with the heat of the morning sun pouring in through the window.

I lay so close to you that I can smell the shampoo in your hair. I can feel my heart start to beat faster. I begin to stoke your hair. It's so soft. Much like how I imagine the rest of your body to feel. I feel a surge of bravery. I place my hand on your back hoping to feel your heart beating as fast as mine. I feel nothing. How can you tease me even when you're asleep?

I begin to move my hand along your spine. I feel that you have no bra on. A part of me starts to grow hard. We're so close together that I worry that you can feel it starting to press against you. I want you to turn around. I want you to look at me and tell me without words that you want what I want too so I won't have to worry anymore....

That's when I feel your hand take mine. You place it on your thigh. I'm confused. It seemed like up until then you didn't want anything to happen. So many opportunities in the past were passed by. But now this. I don't want to push my luck, so I cautiously begin to move my hand in small circles on your leg. You don't stop me. I even more cautiously move my hand up pushing back your shorts. You don't stop me. I can feel that you're not wearing any panties. Just these little shorts. I become more excited. I still can't believe that you haven't stopped me yet. I keep thinking that you will. But even as I move my hand deeper into your shorts, you remain quiet. I can feel your hair how, and the recently shaven area around it. I run my finger tips on the lips of your pussy. It feels so warm and moist.

I start to kiss your neck. I can smell your hair as I do it. But you still lie motionless. Like you're pretending to be sleeping. It somewhat annoys me. I want you to show me that you're liking what I'm doing. So I take my hand away. I pull my body away from yours so that I'm no longer touching you. It hurts to do so. My cock is bursting through my shorts. But I won't let you play games with me. So I push myself against the wall, trying not to touch you. Each second feels like an eternity. But I won't give in. I won't give in. I won't give in....You turn around.

"Have I ever told you, you're the worst pussy tease I've ever known?"

I smile at you. You turn your back on me. I spoon up against you again only this time having no fears. I press my big cock hard up against you and run my hand under your shirt. Your skin is so soft. I run my hand up and cradle your right breast. Your nipple is so hard. I start to play with it. Teasing it. I kiss your neck. You begin to move. You start to rub your body against mine. Your ass stroking my cock, making it bigger and harder. You move your hand into your shorts and start playing with your clit. I kiss your neck again. I move my hand to your other breast and begin teasing that nipple. You let out a little moan.

I look at the closet door in front of us knowing my roommates are on the other side. But I don't care. It somehow makes what we're doing even more exciting. You turn your head slightly and shoot me a look. As to say that you're thinking the same thing. I kiss your lips. You taste so sweet. Like raspberries.

I roll you over on top of me. I know that you can feel my cock now. You start to rub yourself against me even harder. We kiss and kiss. I can feel your tongue against mine and it sends a chill down my body. You stop kissing me and sit up, peering down at me. You take your hands and run them under my shirt. You feel my stomach and my chest. My heart pounding. Then you run your hand down. I think you're going to undo my pants but you go past my belt. Another tease. You start to stoke the now very large bulge protruding from my jeans. You run your hands back up and finally undo my buckle. You slowly unzip my jeans and allow my cock more room to grow. But it still strains against the fabric of my small blue boxers. You reach for the top of my boxers and slowly start to pull them down. My cock explodes out into the open gasping for air. It's so swollen. I look down at you and see you looking right back at me. You're shooting me another look. Like as to say "good boy."

You take your hand and wrap it around my cock. You can barely get your hand around it because it's so thick. You begin to jack me off slowly. It feels so good. That's when you start to kiss the head of my cock. Slow, deep kisses. Like as if you were tasting a peach. My cock begins to throb as your kisses get deeper and deeper. Soon you have my whole cock in your mouth. I don't know how you did it. I thought my cock was too big. But you did it. You start to suck on my cock, making it longer. Getting me to a size only you can get me to. Your tongue feels so good against my cock. I can feel it running from top to bottom. You're so good. I can already tell that I'm going to cum hard. But I don't want this to end right now. I'm enjoying it too much. So I fight not to cum. I grab the sides of the bed. My back arches. I know that you can feel all the pleasure I'm getting.

You stop sucking my cock. I look down. You sit up again and pull your shirt off. Then you pull my pants all the way off. You go back down, this time putting my cock in between your breasts. You start to rub them up and down, tit fucking me. I can hardly take it anymore. I don't know how I've been able to keep from cumming. But I don't want to take any chances. So I put my hand on your cheek, motioning for you to stop. I maneuver you so that I'm now on top of you.

I kiss your lips again. Enjoying the taste. I kiss you more and more each time getting lower and lower. I kiss your neck. I kiss your nipples. I kiss your stomach. I kiss your thighs. I kiss your legs and your feet and back up to your thighs. I take the top of your shorts in my teeth and slowly pull them off. You open your legs wide. I take off my shirt make my way in between them. I can see your clit. It's hurting for pleasure. I take my finger and rub it. You react right away. But that was just a test to see how sensitive it is. Now it's time to really give you pleasure. I take my tongue and begin to tease your clit. It tastes just as sweet as the rest of you. I can feel your muscles flexing. I really start to tease it now. Making little circles with the tip of my tongue. I run my hands on your thighs then reach up and play with your rock hard nipples as I continue to play with your clit. Kissing it. Licking it. I then take my tongue and put it inside you. You moan. I start to thrust it in and out, making you feel some of what I'll do with my cock in a minute. You moan louder. I almost want to check to see if my roommates are still asleep, but at this point I don't care if they're listening or even getting excited themselves. For a moment I think of how much you would enjoy that. Making three guys hard at one time, pleasuring one and teasing the other two. But my mind quickly focuses back to the task at hand...er, tongue.

"I wanna feel you inside me."

I look up at you. Your back is arched and your muscles are tense. I sit up and move in further between your legs. I put my cock on your clit and start to tease you. 

"Put it in. Please." 

I can't stand hearing you suffer. I take my cock and slowly put it inside you. You're so tight that I can barely move in and out. But the longer I'm inside you the easier it becomes. You're so wet that I start to glide pleasurably in and out of you. I can't believe that you can take my huge cock. You're wrapped so tightly around it, you make it feel like it's a foot long. It start to go faster. Your legs start to tighten around me. Squeezing me so I can't breathe. You whisper "Deeper."

I position myself so that I can turn you over. Now you're on top again. My cock is now deeper inside you. You bounce on top of me hard. Almost hurting me, but in that good way. I put my hand on the side of your face then touch your lips. You begin to suck on my finger. It arouses us both. You start sliding up and down on my cock harder and faster. 

"Jay, you have such a huge cock." I almost lose it. "Are you ready to cum?"

"Yeah."

"I want you to cum inside me right now."

You jump on my cock and I start to cum. I can feel my heart pounding against my chest. You start to moan loudly. I can feel that you're cumming too. You fall down on me. We're both so hot and sweaty. I gasp for air and I can feel your chest moving against mine as you look for air too. You look up at me. I kiss your lips...raspberries. 

"And to think you weren't happy to see me last night."

I look at you and smile.

You slide off my cock and lay next to me. I still hold you close. I take a peak past the closet door. My roommates are still sound asleep. I smile thinking how we got away with it. You roll onto your side again and I spoon up against you. I pull the blanket out from underneath me and cover us. I feel a great sense of relaxation go over my body. I close my eyes and pull you closer.

"Jay."

"Yeah?"

"Jay!"

I open my eyes.

"Wake up, Jay. We have to get to Kerr."

I look at down. We're fully clothed. I can't believe it. It was just a...

"Are you awake, now?"

I look at your no longer naked body.

"Unfortunately."

"What?"

"Nothing."



The Morning After



 (Please read 'Damn That Game' to get a better understanding of this story.)

*

I woke up the next morning in a daze. Why is the fan different? I looked around myself. This isn't my bed. For a moment I couldn't fathom where I was. I sat up in the bed and then I saw him. Pujan was on the bed beside me. The sight of his naked body, under the same bed sheet that was over me, brought back all the memories of the previous night. Oh shit, so that wasn't a nightmare! 

Removing the sheets from over me, I moved towards the edge of the bed, but couldn't get far. Pujan had woken up; he reached out and caught hold of my hand.

"Good morning, baby," he smiled and pulled me back towards himself. 

I smiled back at him, "Good morning, Pujan." I couldn't make myself call him 'baby' or 'sweetheart' or something like that. 

He was looking at me and smiling goofily. 

"Stop staring at me, Pujan," I said.

"I can't help it," he said. "It's so fuckin' unbelievable that I'm waking up with you in my bed."

Yeah, it's fuckin' unbelievable for me too that I'm waking up in your bed, naked and with your naked body touching me. Never thought I would see this day. 

"You know, when I saw those lingerie ads you did," he continued, "I was really turned on by them. I always wondered how you would look naked... I have to admit, I even wanked myself off thinking of you. And now, you're my girlfriend, I fucked you last night and I'm gonna fuck you as much as I want. Wow, it really is unbelievable. I love you, Neha."

Did he just say he loved me? I knew he didn't love me and I hoped he doesn't expect me to say it back to him. Pujan was looking at me expectantly. I realised he did want me to say it. But I couldn't. At least say something, anything. 

Fortunately for me, I was saved by a ring. My cell phone went off and I looked around for it. Pujan saw it on a side-table and reached for it. But instead of passing it on to me, he answered it himself. 

"Hi Kinjal... yeah, it's Pujan... Neha? She's in the loo... wait, here she comes..."

"Hi Kinjal," I said into the phone when Pujan handed it to me. I scowled at him, but he just grinned back at me. Kinjal's questions were what I had expected. Anuj had told her that I was with Pujan. Yes, I told her, I had spent the entire night with him. I told her what Pujan and I had decided to tell everyone, that I had fallen in love with him and was his girlfriend now. Kinjal wanted to know more – the whys and hows and wheres. I told her I would talk to her later and hung up.

"Why the hell are you answering my phone?" I shouted at Pujan, sitting up on the bed.

"Huh? Why? Why can't I answer your phone? You're my girlfriend now... if I can fuck you, then I can answer your phone too."

Every time he reminded me that I was his girlfriend, he left me speechless. I hated that I couldn't argue with that. I had given the guy access to my entire body, access to my phone didn't seem much a big deal compared to that. 

"Looks like you've woken up in a bad mood," Pujan said. "Come here, I'll give you a good morning kiss and you'll feel better."

"We haven't even brushed yet," I said.

"So what? My breath's fine, I have been chewing gum... here, you chew it as well," he said, indicating for me to take the gum from his mouth. 

I moved up next to him and borrowed his gum directly from his mouth. I expected it to be gross, but it didn't feel that way. Once he had let me chew the gum for a minute or so, he took me in his arms and puckered up. As his lips met mine, I wondered how amazingly easily he was able to take me in his arms. My feelings from the previous night returned and I realised that being in his arms did feel quite nice. 

As Pujan kissed me, I kissed him back too. His hands started to tour my body. When his hands reached the insides of my upper thighs, I started to tickle. I laughed out in his mouth and he started tickling me more. I had to break away from him, but he held my hands with one hand and kept on tickling me with the other. I was laughing out loudly and crying for him to stop. He was enjoying it too and started tickling me in other places as well. When I started kicking out with my legs, he came up on top of me and held my legs firmly under him. He had stopped tickling and my laughter had subsided. I was panting heavily. Pujan smiled at me and lowered himself to my boobs. He took my right breast in his mouth and flicked my nipple with his tongue. My panting stopped and I sucked in my breath.

Pujan was switching from one breast to another and I was starting to love it. I squirmed against the bed, moaning and whimpering. His body weight didn't allow me to move a lot, which just added to the pleasure. After he had had enough of my boobs, he moved down, licking my navel and reached my pussy. He kneeled down next to the bed and pulled me towards the edge. 

"You know Neha," he whispered, "I've to say this again. You have a really sexy pussy... it's so cute." 

I mumbled an embarrassed 'thanks'. No one had ever complimented my pussy before and it felt nice to hear him appreciate it again. Pujan's head was between my legs, which were hoisted on his shoulders. He licked my thighs before moving to my pussy lips. The moment his tongue wiggled its way into me, I gasped out loudly and pressed my legs around his head. It felt so good. Pujan continued licking my pussy, pushing his tongue inside and sucking the clit. He clamped his mouth down on my clit and that was enough for me, I felt an orgasm run through me. I caught hold of his hair and pushed his face down as I came. I pushed my hips against his face as he licked and sucked me faster. As my orgasm subsided, I felt Pujan lapping up my juices. He came up to me and kissed me, making me taste myself on his mouth. And for the first time, I kissed him feverishly. I held his face in my hands and pulled out his tongue. I was suddenly feeling very passionate about him and was kissing him madly. When I finally let go of him, he wiped his mouth with his hand and said, "Wow, you really enjoyed that, didn't you?"

I was embarrassed at the way I had displayed my emotions. I had kissed him the way I would kiss my boyfriend. Well, he was my boyfriend, but I didn't love him. 

"You loved it, didn't you?" he asked again.

"Yes, I loved it," I replied sheepishly. 

"Man, and the way you kissed me... that was an awesome kiss. I think you're really falling for me."

He really is gullible. I had kissed him because I was feeling the after-effects of my orgasm, not because I was falling for him. But I obviously couldn't tell him that. And I had to tell him something. So I told him what he wanted to hear.

"Yes, Pujan, I think I'm falling for you."

He leaned to kiss me but I broke the kiss and asked him, "Are you falling for me too?"

I don't know why I had to ask that, but I just had to. And the minute I asked it, I dreaded the answer. 

"I've totally fallen for you, babe," he replied. "I've fallen madly in love with you. Who wouldn't fall in love you? I love you like crazy."

I kicked myself mentally for asking that. Pujan had told me he loved me again. Last time, the cell phone had saved me. This time, I couldn't see a way out. 

"I love you too," I said, and oddly, it didn't feel bad or wrong. I felt unusually liberated after I had said it. 

Pujan and I kissed again, a long one this time. Then he took my hand and placed it on his rock-hard cock and asked me to ride him. Well, that was my favourite position so I didn't mind the request at all. I positioned myself over his cock and as I slid my pussy over it, Pujan threw his head back and groaned. He had his cell in his hand again and it looked like he was going to film me riding him. I just closed my eyes and concentrated on the task at hand. 

I began to ride his cock slowly, taking every inch inside me and then taking almost all of it out. "Look at me na," Pujan said. So I opened my eyes and looked at him, at the camera in his cell phone. I gave it my best smile and blew a kiss. Pujan reached out with one hand and started to rub my boobs. This got me excited again and I started to ride him faster. His cock inside me felt great. It was thick and the position was hurting me a bit as well. But it was the kind of pain that is pleasurable. I could feel his cock grazing against my insides. As I rode him, Pujan kept reaching out for my boobs. To give him easier access, I placed my hands flat on his chest and leaned towards him. Doing all the work was taking its toll on me and I started perspiring. I could feel my hair getting wet, strands sticking to my face. Pujan saw this too and pulled me down over him. I couldn't ride him in that position and so the fucking stopped momentarily. Pujan started licking and kissing my face and neck. After a moment, he probably realised that I wouldn't be able to ride him, so he started thrusting into me. I fell down heavily on him, feeling the sweaty wetness of his body mixing with mine. At that point, I had completely given up. I simply stayed in position for him to fuck me. And fuck me, he did, kissing and biting and licking my shoulders and neck. 

Finally he rolled me over to come on top of me and started thrusting like crazy. Thank god, he's going to cum. I'm tired as hell. Pujan filled me up with his jism for the second time in less than twenty-four hours before falling down beside me. He buried his face in my neck, both of us panting heavily. 

We laid together for a while. I thought Pujan had fallen asleep, so I didn't move until I really had to. I could feel the need to use the bathroom building up inside me. Finally, when I couldn't hold it in any longer, I pried myself away from him as gingerly as I could. I was sitting on the commode when he walked into the bathroom unannounced. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, shocked that I hadn't locked the door, "I'll be finished in just a minute."

"It's ok," he said, apparently not ashamed of walking in on me. "You finish, I'll brush my teeth meanwhile."

"I can't finish if you're also inside the bathroom, Pujan," I cried. "I need my privacy."

"Relax sweetheart," he said, turning around towards me. "It's no big deal. We're a couple now... we can use the bathroom simultaneously." 

He was standing right in front of him. His bulging belly and his cock were at my eye level. His stomach is so huge; I bet he can't see his feet standing up. I finished defecating as quickly as I could. 

Pujan had finished brushing and before I could get away, he took me in his arms from behind. Kissing my neck, he turned me towards the mirror and said, "See how great we look together."

We looked pathetic. Even though I was in front of him, my body couldn't conceal his large frame. I look like a delicate flower, and you like a big tree trunk. But of course I couldn't say that, so I smiled back and said, "Yeah, we do look great together."

Pujan was planting kisses on my neck and shoulder. His hands were lightly massaging my navel and boobs. I didn't want him to get hard and start fucking me again. I decided to divert his attention.

"Pujan," I said, as lovingly as I could, "I need to go home."

"Home? Why? It's a Sunday, anyway."

"Yeah, but my parents would be expecting me na."

"By the way, what've you told them? I mean do they know where you are?"

"Of course not, I messaged my mom last night only... told her I was staying over at Kinjal's place."

"Oh great, then call her up now and tell her you're spending the entire day at Kinjal's place. Even I'll call up home and make some excuse. That way we'll get to spend the whole day together."

Oops, this is trouble. I immediately started to think of some excuse. But I think Pujan read my thoughts. Before I could say anything, he told me he didn't want to hear any excuse. He wanted to spend the day with me and that's what I was supposed to do.

I resigned. "Ok, but you'll need to go and get some condoms and I-pill."

"I've some condoms with me," he said, "and we'll get the I-pill when we go back tonight. You've to take it within 72 hours na?"

"You had condoms and you didn't use them?" I was shocked.

"I didn't wanna use them, baby."

"I don't know what to say," I sighed. "But please go and get the I-pills, the sooner I take it the better."

"Sooner or later doesn't make any difference, you just have to make sure to take it within 72 hours."

"How do you know that Pujan?" I was getting anxious again. The idea of pregnancy was like a life-ending threat. I turned around to face him. "Please go and get it, please... at least do this much for me. Why do we need to take any kind of chance?"

"Ok relax, I'll go and get the pills."

Wow, that's the fastest I've managed to convince him. I was relieved. I hugged Pujan to show him my appreciation and excused myself. 

"Do you know how to cook?" he asked, following me out of the bathroom. 

"Cook?"

"Yeah, I'm hungry."

I realised then that I was hungry too. 

"I can make a few things," I said.

He asked me to go check out the kitchen and see what I could make. He gave me one of his t-shirts to wear; I wasn't allowed to wear a bra or panties. I went down to the kitchen as Pujan went in to use the bathroom. I called up my mom and told her about my plans. Allright dear, she said, have fun.

The kitchen was as lavish as the rest of the house. I opened the big fridge and looked in. Ok, here's some bread, cheese, milk, vegetables, fruits... enough for a breakfast of sandwiches. Pujan came down and said he didn't mind sandwiches. He went out to get the pills and I went on to prepare our breakfast.

A couple of vegetable sandwiches along with cheese slices and milk shakes were ready when he came back. The first thing I did was gulp down an I-pill and heave a sigh of relief. 

"Hmmm tastes good," Pujan said, taking a bite of a sandwich. "You are a good girlfriend, good in bed and good in the kitchen."

Bloody chauvinistic pig! It didn't take long for Pujan and me to gobble up the sandwiches. After we had finished breakfast and I had put the dishes in the sink, I followed him into the living room where he was lying down on the sofa in front of the TV. Not knowing what to do or what he wanted to do, I sat down on a chair. 

Apparently, that's not what Pujan wanted me to do. "Hey, don't sit so far away from me, baby... come, lie down next to me."

Smiling obediently, I went over to him and laid down beside him. Pujan placed an arm over me, one under me and pulled me closer to him. His hands started to tour my body once again and went under the t-shirt I was wearing. I could feel his cock getting harder against my butt and it became clear to me that I was in for another pounding. Why is he so virile! 

Pujan's hands cupped my breasts and his mouth nuzzled in between my neck and shoulder. I relaxed myself, closed my eyes and prepared for the inevitable.



The Morning After



Please note: I originally posted this story on another website. I have modified it slightly for submission to Literotica.

Introduction: Sometimes things can get a little out of hand when I drink too much.

*

When I woke up, I was confused at first. I wondered who had fixed the crack in the ceiling over my bed. Then I looked for the ceiling fan. It wasn't there. I looked to my right. There was a poster on the wall that I didn't recognize. I looked to my left, which was a big mistake, since there was a window where one wasn't supposed to be. The morning sun caught me squarely in my bloodshot eyes. It was then that I realized that I had one hell of a hangover.

Being the genius that I am, I finally figured out that I was not in my own bed. The problem, other than the shitty taste in my mouth, a sour stomach, and the ever-increasing pounding in my head, was that I didn't have a clue as to whose bed I was in. I had no memory of how I got here. In fact, as my sluggish brain tried to recall the events of the night before, I realized that I had no memory of leaving the party. The last thing I could remember was playing beer-pong with some of my buddies in Joe's rec room. I had been losing, but I hadn't been that drunk. Had I?

Frank, Donnie, Mike, Joe, and I all work at the tractor assembly plant in town. We had gotten into the habit of going out bar-hopping once a month. All of us except Mike were married, but our wives indulged us, because it gave them a chance to have a girls' night out. We all were friends, many of us having graduated from the local high school together nineteen years ago. Some of us, like my wife and I, had been high school sweethearts.

We all drink pretty hard when we are together. I guess you could call it binge-drinking, since we tend to get pretty stupid. Lately, I've been wondering if I, at least, am overdoing it, since I've had a few black-outs. I was starting to realize this had been one of those nights, since things were starting to come together, but they didn't really make sense. I had been the designated driver for the bar-crawl last night. That's why I hadn't had anything to drink while we were out, and had only planned to have a few beers at Joe's house when we got back. I knew I could drink three beers and still be below the legal limit, so why didn't I remember anything after the beer-pong game, and why did I feel so lousy? Had we switched from beer-pong to whiskey shot-pong again? Joe had gotten seriously shit-faced the last time we did that. And where the hell was I? The only thing I could figure out was that I must have drunk a whole lot more than I had expected to, and someone had put me to bed at Joe's house.

But, why was I naked under the covers? I normally sleep in my shorts and a t-shirt. The guys all knew this, since we all went hunting together, and we had shared motel rooms when some of us couples took vacations together.

Shading my eyes from the sun, I looked over the side of the bed and saw all my clothes on the floor. They all looked okay. I picked up my t-shirt and shorts and saw that they were dry and reasonably clean. That meant that I hadn't done something really dumb and gross, like puking on myself or shitting my pants like Donnie did the one time. We still gave him grief about that one. So why had I taken all my clothes off?

I heard the door open. Joe's eighteen-year old daughter Mindy was standing there, wearing a long bathrobe which she had tied tightly around her.

"Good morning, Poppa Tom," she said brightly. "I thought you might want this." She walked in carrying a folding bed-tray. On it was a big glass of tomato juice, a plate with three pieces of dry toast, a bottle of spring water, a big mug of black coffee, and, God bless her, a bottle of aspirin.

I sat up in bed, carefully keeping the covers over myself, and she unfolded the legs of the tray and positioned it over my lap. Then she sat on one corner of the foot of the bed.

"What the hell happened last night, Sweetcheeks?" I asked. I've always called Mindy Sweetcheeks. I've known her since a few hours after she was born. I was the first one, other than Joe, his wife, and the hospital staff, who got to hold her. I've always loved this child, almost as though she were my own. When she was a baby, I sometimes changed her diaper. When she was a young girl, I helped teach her how to ride a bike. Now that she is a beautiful young woman, she sometimes confides in me about boys. My wife and I are unable to have children (I produce plenty of cum but no viable sperm, due to a childhood fever, the doctors say), so we've always treated her like the daughter we'll never have, having her over to the house all the time, buying her stuff, and taking her places with us. My wife really loves her and spoils her rotten. Her parents indulge us, since they know about my "condition." Our inability to have kids is part of why they made us her godparents, I think, and they taught Mindy to call us Poppa Tom and Momma Jean.

Mindy gave me a little smirk. "Don't you remember?"

I gulped down four aspirin. "Considering they way I feel, I assume that I got pretty drunk."

"You could say that," she laughed. "Drink your tomato juice and eat your toast. I'm going for a shower. I'll be back in a few minutes and then I'll tell you everything." Shaking her pretty head and laughing, she left the room.

As soon as the first bite of toast hit my stomach, I realized that the contents of this tray were exactly what I needed. I also discovered that I was pretty hungry, and more than a little dehydrated. By the time I had polished off everything, the aspirin were starting to work. I was beginning to feel a whole lot better, but I was really tired. I put the tray on the floor next to the bed, and grabbed my shorts and t-shirt. I put them on and looked at my watch. It was only 8am. Since it was Saturday, I didn't have to be anywhere until late this afternoon, so I settled back under the covers to wait until I was sure I was well enough to drive home.

At least I didn't have to face an angry wife when I got home, I thought. My wife had left right after work yesterday for the vacation house we had rented at the shore for the week with Frank, Joe, and their wives. Since last night was our traditional monthly guys' party night, we had agreed that the girls would go ahead so they could have a night without us boys underfoot. Frank and Joe were supposed to leave at dawn to meet them, and I was to drive there alone tonight, after the little league team I help coach played their game.

I guessed that I must have drunk a whole lot more than I planned to, and that someone decided it would be a good idea to have me stay at Joe's house to sleep it off. I was anxious for Mindy to come back and fill in the details. 

A moment later, Mindy walked in. She was still wearing her robe, but her long, wavy dark hair was damp. She was combing it with her fingers. "Feeling better?"

"Much, Sweetcheeks," I said. "Thanks to you, I'm pretty sure I'm going to live. Now please, tell me what happened last night."

"You got stupid drunk. Dad and Frank weren't as bad as you, and Donnie was sober enough to drive himself and Mike home. I made you and Frank stay here. Frank stayed in the guest room, and you wound up here in my room. I told Dad that you should be in a real bed and that I would sleep on the couch. That way, I could be sure that they got up and got on the road as scheduled. I said I would play nurse for you this morning and make sure you got home in plenty of time for your game this evening.

"Thanks, honey, you really know how to take care of a guy."

Mindy flashed me one of her heart-meltingly beautiful smiles and said, "That's exactly what you said to me last night. And I want to take care of you again, right now."

She pulled down the covers. This was the first time I noticed the wet spot on the bed. There appeared to be drying cum-stains, and there was a definite bloody tinge to the area.

I looked at the sheet stupidly for a moment. Then I looked up at Mindy. She had untied her robe and was slipping it off. Stunned, I realized that she was naked. "Does this jog your memory?" she said.

I gaped at her. Even though she had recently shot up to about 5'6" tall, and she had recently celebrated her eighteenth birthday, making her "officially" a woman, I still thought of her as a little girl. I knew she had grown up, but I had just not realized how much. Her breasts were firm and beautiful, probably somewhere between a B-cup and a C. Her areola were fairly small, perfect dark pink circles surrounding a pair of pretty, erect nipples. Her overall figure was lean and athletic. She had shapely legs, narrow but beautiful hips, and a clean-shaven pussy. Her flawless skin was lightly tanned, showing the tan lines of a skimpy bikini. In other words, she was hot as hell!

"My God, Mindy," I said, "What are you doing? Put some clothing on!"

As she lay down next to me and slid a hand to my crotch, she said, "That's not what you said last night. Last night you couldn't wait for me to take my clothes off."

Horrified, I said, "What are you talking about?"

She gave me a pouty look. "Last night, you begged me to strip for you, which I did, just before I gave you a blow-job and then my virginity."

Again, I said, "What are you saying, Mindy? Are you telling me we had sex last night?"

"Yes, we did, Tom. It was wonderful. You were so gentle with me when you took my cherry. You made sure I was ready. You made me orgasm twice before you ever tried to enter me, and then you made sure I was ready to cum again before you broke through. I hardly had any pain at all. At least, I was so lust-crazed by the way you had eaten my pussy and teased me with your big cock that I knew the pain would be worth it to have you inside me. And let me tell you, it was! That's why I want you to make love to me again."

"I can't do that, Sweetcheeks! You're like a daughter to me. You're too young. Your father would kill me!"

Mindy said, rubbing her delicate hand over the growing bulge in my shorts, "He doesn't have to know. I'm sure not going to tell him. This is our secret. Now let me have that wonderful cock of yours."

"Mindy, please!"

"Please, what, Poppa Tom?" Mindy said, giving me the sultriest look I had ever seen. "Please suck your cock? Please let you do me doggy? Please sixty-nine with you? Please jerk you off so you cum on my tits? Anything you want, I'll do. I've always loved you, Poppa Tom. I want to make you happy."

My head was spinning. My big head knew this was wrong. It was saying that I should shove her off the bed, grab my clothes, and run as far and as fast as I could, and that I should pray that I would wake up in my own bed to find that this was all a dream. My little head was saying I should fuck this little girl six ways from Sunday. It was telling me that I had already done all that was necessary for me to wind up in divorce court, or even the morgue if my wife or my best friend decided to take a more direct and efficient approach to the situation I had put myself in. It reasoned that, since I had already done the unthinkable with this woman-child, I had nothing to lose by doing it again. And again. And again!

When Mindy took my hand and placed it on her tit, and then fished my dick out of my shorts so she could stroke it, the battle inside me was over. My little head declared victory and demanded unconditional surrender from my big head. I decided that, since I was already going to Hell, I might as well enjoy the ride.

I pulled Mindy to me and kissed her. She responded by sucking on my tongue, while reaching deeper into my shorts to fondle my balls. God, for a virgin (until last night, anyway), this girl sure knew how to get my attention!

"Play with my tits, Tom," she whispered as she licked my ear. "None of my boyfriends ever made me as horny as you did last night. You play with them just right. When you suck my nipples, it makes me so wet!"

It sounded like a pretty good idea to me. My wife's tits are still pretty nice, and she always likes me to spend a lot of time on them, but it takes a while to get her nipples erect. Mindy's were already looking like the erasers on a pair of new pencils. I rolled the left one gently between my thumb and index finger, and started licking, sucking, and nibbling on the right one. Mindy let out a little squeal, and started jacking my cock harder.

"Oh God, I love that!" she said. "My nipples are always so sensitive. When I play with myself, that's always how I start. And I always think about you."

"Me?" I said.

"The first time I ever felt myself get wet down below was when I was ten. You were tickling me and you put your arms around me to hold me down. Your fingers brushed my one nipple and it made me go all warm and tingly. I felt myself get wet, but I didn't know what it meant. Now I know that I've wanted you ever since I was a little girl. I've always loved you."

"I've always loved you, too, Sweetcheeks, but I never thought of you like this," I said.

"I've been thinking of you like this for years, Poppa Tom," Mindy breathed. "Now stop talking and fuck me!" 

She grabbed my shorts and started trying to pull them down. I lifted my hips off the bed to make it easy for her. As soon as my cock sprang free of the waistband, she grabbed it again and started stroking it. Then she climbed on top of me and rubbed it against her wet pussy, lubing it up with her moisture. Before I could really comprehend what was happening, she had lined us up and was lowering herself onto me.

She stopped when only the head of my cock had penetrated her. "This is going to be really good, Tom," she panted. "Last night, we did it missionary position. This time, I want to control the pace. Not that you weren't gentle with me. Not at all. In fact, you were almost too gentle. Now I'm going to fuck you. And you better be ready, 'cuz I'm going to fuck you hard!"

She slowly ground herself down onto me. I had forgotten how tight a young girl could be. I couldn't believe this wasn't painful for her, since the snugness of her near-virgin teen pussy was almost painful for me. She was very wet with her excitement and she took her time so she could stretch to make room for me, but still! When I was sixteen, my cock had been a lot skinnier than it was now. It probably would have fit her nicely, but the added length and especially girth of my late teen growth spurt had left me, at the ripe old age of thirty-seven, relatively well-endowed. Compared to her still-maturing teen pussy, I seemed huge.

With what seemed like considerable effort, she gradually forced herself onto me. When she could finally rest her weight on my pelvis, she said, "Now, don't move. Let me do all the thrusting. I'm so close to cumming right now, just feeling so full. You're so deep inside me, deeper than last night." She leaned front and said, "Lick my nipples, Poppa Tom, suck on them. I know that will make me cum."

I was happy to do that for her. Her breasts were perfect. Not too small, not large enough or old enough to have any sag at all. They were all firm, perky, youthful femininity. I strummed on one nipple with my fingers, gently rolling and tweaking it, while licking, sucking, and nibbling on the other. Apparently, she loved it. Even though her pussy stayed clamped tight and still on my shaft, her breathing was now coming in gasps and pants. When she started moaning, I swapped nipples and used my mouth on the one I had been fondling, while using my fingers to tease the one that was already wet with my saliva.

Still not really moving on my cock, she began to rock her pelvis back and forth, her chest heaving with her labored breathing, and her pussy muscles rippling around me. By this time, she was moaning loudly, and I knew she was almost ready to cum. I figured I'd help her along by rubbing her clit.

That did the trick. She sucked in a huge gulp of air and went rigid. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as a fine spray of girl-cum shot out onto my sack and lower abdomen. After an impossibly long time, she exhaled and then went limp, collapsing on top of me. I thought I had killed her.

Slowly, she started to stir. Then she raised her torso by pressing her hands against my chest until she was again sitting upright on my still-hard cock. "My God, Poppa Tom," she gasped. "What happened? Did I just squirt? I've seen videos of girls squirting when they cum, but I've never done that before, no matter how much I play with myself. I've never cum half that hard, not even last night. I think I almost blacked out there for a minute!"

"Sweetcheeks," I said, "you looked like you were screaming, but you didn't make a sound. You held your breath for a really long time. And, yes, you squirted. I'm soaked. That was awesome."

"Now I want to make you cum that hard," Mindy said. She slowly raised herself up and then lowered herself again, massaging my entire length with her tight teen pussy. Over and over she did this. It was heavenly. I watched her as she gradually increased her speed, her firm tits bouncing only slightly and her clean-shaven shiny wet lips stretched tightly around my pole. I was so mesmerized by this sight that I couldn't stop watching her. Sex with my wife had never looked this good or felt this intense.

Mindy was breathing pretty hard, and her body was covered by a thin sheen of sweat. With each downward stroke, she would make a little moan, and each time she pulled partway off me, she would inhale noisily with a sort of gasp. The faster she went, the louder she got. I looked at her beautiful face, and saw that her eyes were wide open with almost a surprised look. It was pretty obvious that she was enjoying this as much as I was.

Suddenly, she went too far on the upstroke, and my cock slipped out of her. She let out a cry of disappointment and grabbed my dick to insert it into her again, but then paused. "Would you eat me out again like you did last night?" she asked, breathlessly.

"I'd love to, Sweetcheeks," I said. She crawled up my body on her knees, leaving a trail of her moisture on my stomach and chest. When she was positioned over my face, I could see her sopping wet pussy. It looked delicious. Her labia were very full and pink, her clit was fully erect and poking out from its hood, and her tight teen fuckhole was slightly open, inviting my tongue to enter it.

Agonizingly slowly, she lowered herself onto my waiting mouth. For just a second, I wondered how a girl so young and supposedly innocent could look so hot and ready. This was so dead wrong, and yet so absolutely right.

When the tip of my tongue first made contact with Mindy's clit, she shuddered violently. "Oh, Poppa Tom, I'm gonna cum!" she moaned.

"I hope so," I replied. I licked her clit a few times, then her lips, and then curled my tongue to push it inside her as far as I could. This was wonderful. She tasted so good and fresh. I had forgotten the difference between the taste of a young girl and a mature woman. It's not that my wife tastes bad, not at all. I love to lap at her moisture, and I think her aroma and flavor are divine, but she had slowly changed over the years. Mindy, however, was fresher, sweeter, and much wetter than I think my wife had ever been. I wanted to lap at her until I was an old man.

When I inserted my index and middle fingers into her tight channel, she groaned. When I locked my lips around her clit and sucked on it, she gasped. And when I curled my fingers to massage her g-spot, she shrieked. Suddenly, I was nearly drowning in the girl-cum that spurted from her with the force of a geyser. I drank as fast as I could, but the sheer volume of it soaked my hand, arm, face, and hair, dripping onto the pillow under my head.

I grabbed Mindy as she was starting to collapse so she wouldn't smack her face on the headboard of the bed. For a moment, she was dead weight in my hands. Thank God she wasn't any heavier than she was, because it was awkward lifting her off my chest to lay her on the bed next to me, and she was no help at all. I had never been with any other woman except my wife, and even though Jean would sometimes cum very hard, she never lost control of her body like this.




The Morning After



As Mindy recovered lying next to me, she shuddered and grabbed at her own sex, her eyelids fluttering. Finally she opened her eyes and looked at me. "Holy fuck!" she whispered. "I didn't know sex could feel like that! Wow! Does every girl cum like that? Does every guy make a girl feel that good?" The intensity of this girl's sexual response and appreciation for what I did for her made me feel like a king.

"I doubt it, Sweetcheeks," I said, rolling on my side to hold her. I pulled her sweat-soaked hair off her face so I could kiss her on the forehead. "I've only ever been with one other girl, my wife. She can cum pretty hard, and she cums a couple of times every time we make love, but it doesn't look anything like this."

"Oh, Poppa Tom, if I had known it would be like this, I would have tried to fuck you years and years ago when I first started to think about sex. I'm so angry at myself that I waited."

"Sweetcheeks, with as beautiful as you are, how come no guys your age ever made love to you?"

"They try, but I won't let them. They're all so immature. I just know they wouldn't know how to please me. Some of my girlfriends talk about their guys, and they usually have to make themselves cum, 'cuz their boyfriends don't last long enough and don't know enough, or maybe don't care enough to make them feel really good. Hell, my last boyfriend was feeling me up the night I broke up with him. Before he could even get his finger in me, he came in his pants. I hadn't even touched him yet. I told him he was a stupid little kid and made him take me home."

I said, "When I was that age, I had a hair-trigger, too. I remember sitting in history class one time. This really cute girl sat next to me. She was built kind of like you, slender, nice boobs, tight ass, and a beautiful face. I used to get a hard-on every time I looked at her. She knew it, too, and she was known as the class cock-tease. That day she kept looking at me and licking her lips. When she was sure I was looking at her, she opened the top two buttons of her shirt and then dropped her pencil on the floor. She turned sideways in her chair and bent over to pick it up. I could see right down her top, into her bra. She stayed down really long, looking back and forth between my face and my crotch. Then she reached into her shirt and hooked a finger into the strap between her bra cups, pulling it out so I could peek at her nipples. She held that position for a second, and then sat up. She spread her knees so I could look up her skirt at her panties. Right then and there, I came in my pants so hard you could actually see a little bit of white spunk pump through to the outside of the cloth. She started to laugh and had to pretend to have a coughing fit to keep the teacher from knowing what had happened."

"That must have been really embarrassing," Mindy said. "That was really cruel of her to do to you. I hate chicks who tease guys. I don't do that kind of thing. I always figured, when the time came, if I was going to make a guy want to cum, I wanted to cum, too. Speaking of which, I said I was going to fuck you really hard, which I did, but you didn't cum." She looked at me with total lust in her eyes and started to lightly tickle my cock with her fingertips. Almost instantly, I was hard as a rock again, and beginning to leak pre-cum. "Hmmm," she murmured, "it feels like I owe you something. Let's see, what could it be that you need?"

Saying nothing more, she shoved me onto my back and started kissing my face. She worked down my neck and throat, kissing, licking, and nibbling like a seasoned pro. Moving slowly southward, she played with my nipples, sucking and play-biting them, never stopping her feather-light stroking of my manhood. When she reached my belly, her kisses and bites slowly became more aggressive. Suddenly, I was very glad that I worked out and kept myself in shape. I would have hated to have this hot little nymph playing with a mess of flab.

After she had thoroughly tongued my navel, she gently grasped my cock and started painting her erect nipples with my pre-cum. "I wish my breasts were bigger, Tom. I would so like to titty-fuck you. I saw that on a web-cam video one time, and it looked totally hot. Speaking of the internet, after you passed out last night, I did a little research. You said I did really well when I gave you my first-ever blow-job, but I hope I can do better now. Let's see."

Mindy started out by licking my shaft from the bottom to the top, paying special attention to the super-sensitive spot where the underside of the shaft meets the head. When she had coated all of me with her spit, she puckered her lips and started to work me into her sweet teen mouth. Using one hand on the base of my shaft, she stared sucking me slowly, working her tongue all over the head of my cock. Her other hand busied itself gently fondling my balls. I couldn't figure out if she was just a natural at this, or if her self-tutoring on the web had been really effective, and soon, I didn't care. I just knew that she was a better cocksucker on her second try than my beloved wife was after almost twenty years, and I had always told my wife, truthfully, that I thought she was fantastic.

All too soon, I began to feel that unmistakable rumbling in my balls, and it was intense enough that I knew I was going to cum a whole lot. "Mindy, Sweetcheeks, baby," I groaned, "I'm about to cum. A lot!"

She paused for a second, pulled back, smiled, licked her lips, and said, "I should hope so!" Then she went back to work, even more sensually than she had before. In no time, I felt a thick column of jizz exploding out of my fabulously tortured cock and into her pretty teen mouth. She began to swallow, her eyes wide. To her credit, she didn't spill a drop. When I was done cumming, she resumed licking and stroking me, getting the last of my fluids from me and cleaning me up thoroughly.

As I lay there, drenched in sweat, trying to get my breathing back to normal, Mindy moved up next to me and lay her head on my chest. "I love you, Poppa Tom. I want to do this with you all the time. I want to practice with you so I can get better and better at it. Would that be OK?"

I had no idea how I could do that without her folks or my wife finding out, but I sure wanted to try.

"Poppa Tom," Mindy said, lifting her head to look at me, "say something."

"Sweetcheeks, I have always loved you. You know that. And I would never do anything to hurt you. But I also love my wife. I'm not sure how I can have an affair with you and give you the attention you deserve without her finding out. I don't want to hurt her either. I've been in love with her for twenty years. What we have is good. I don't want to jeopardize that. And there's also the issue of your parents. Your dad has been my best friend since second grade."

"Yeah, my folks could be a problem. We have to be really careful around them. But I bet if the three of us put our heads together, we can figure out how to keep them from getting too curious," Mindy said.

"The three of us?" I repeated, confused.

"Yeah, silly, you, me, and Momma Jean. Who do you think told me to seduce you last night? Momma Jean and I have been messing around for a while. She's the one who gave me my very first orgasm. She told me you would be the perfect one to take my virginity and introduce me to the pleasures of the cock, as she called it. When you get to the beach house tonight, she's going to have a million questions for you about what we did. I hope you'll be able to tell her that I did OK for my first time."

I was speechless, and I guess I had a pretty stupid expression on my face.

Mindy started to laugh. "Make love to me one more time before you go, Tom. Don't worry, though. It won't be the last time by a long shot. When you get back from the beach, Jean wants me to come over to your house to spend the night with the two of you. I can hardly wait!"



The Morning After



For awhile I just lay half-awake, with no awareness except pure sensory relaxation. I coast along the sea of waking, slowly emerging back into the real world. I feel warmth, and then I become aware of the sound of a fan. I sigh mentally as I tip the first hill of the inevitable rollercoaster that is a hangover -- yep, ouch, there's the blasting headache. It makes me wish I could have stayed back in the depths for at least another two days.

Then my tongue suddenly pops into my awareness when it moves, and I realize that it's really sore and tired. I move my face, and realize that my skin is a strange kind of dry sticky. I breathe in, and a deep, faint, musky aroma floats into my perceptions. I move my fingers, and find that my arm muscles are all sore, and my fingers are that same kind of dry sticky. Most of all, I feel a deep, blanketing, body-filling satisfaction and relief of some kind of powerful formerly pent-up pressure.

Random flitting sense-memories fill in the picture before I even turn over. The warmth I felt is more localized now, on my leg. Turning over gently to avoid angering my headache, through my unkempt long brown hair, I spy another leg lying across mine. Oh great, Angela, you've done it again. You got unbelievably blitzed and had another one night stand with some random frat guy. Why do you always do this to yourself? Tara's going to be pissed again.

I never really thought about why Tara, my best friend of eight years and former college roommate, always got pissed when I brought home some random guy. I just figured she cared about my health, or self¬-respect. I suppose I should have given it more thought, because I might not be so shocked now to find, instead of some random guy, in bed with me... Tara!

Her bright blonde hair, messy with dried sweat, covers her face, but I know it's her. She lies with her face buried in the other pillow on my bed, as if she just collapsed there at some point last night. My heart races painfully with shock. My eyes trace her bare back down to the blanket wrapped around her waist. I don't quite see her with new eyes, but I definitely feel myself noticing how attractive her smooth skin is. I swallow heavily, the dryness in my throat passing for a brief moment. A slight unfamiliar taste fills my mouth, and that musky smell fills my breath, and both are definitely sexual. I don't really want to think it out loud, but it's pretty obvious to me what happened last night.

Or is it? I almost leap out of the bed in surprise when I look a little further over Tara and realize there's a third girl in the bed. Ok, I think to myself, you're straight, Angela, don't worry, this is all some sort of crazy embarrassing confused mess. You've never even thought about being with a girl before!... well, maybe you have, but still...!

I slap myself on the forehead mentally as a few more random images come back to me. The girl at the bar! Of course! The third girl in the bed is... what was her name? A leering image of her stunning breasts wrapped tightly in a revealing shirt hits me... wow, Angela, what has gotten into you?... She had perfectly done wispy platinum hair, not natural blonde like Tara's... that's it! Erin! That's her name! I'm a genius! And Erin came up to us, offered to buy us both drinks, and she was so flirtatious and friendly, and crazy gorgeous, and then there was dancing, and a long string of different drinks in my hand, and...

Tara and I had sex with her.

Jesus christ.

A general outline of the night comes back to me. Tara and I didn't do anything at all with each other. I can't remember exactly, but I know both of our attentions were focused on Erin. I find myself relieved and yet... secretly, slightly, strangely... disappointed. I shake off the feeling for the moment. How the hell did Erin seduce both of us? I'm straight, Tara's straight... I wince against the pain in my head as I struggle to move slightly higher and see more of Erin.

Oh, that's why. The girl's stunning body could literally have leapt off of the pages of some lurid sex magazine. She lies on her back, blissfully asleep, no blankets covering her whatsoever. I could never have the courage to sleep so exposed. Her feet are next to Tara's head, and I get a full view along the girl's tan, smooth skin and utterly perfect body. My eyes touch on the bottoms of her round tits, then travel along her shapely legs and linger for a moment on her sex, which I find stunningly... attractive.

I lick my lips, tasting the flavor left on them, and I realize that -- wow -- I licked this gorgeous girl there... I licked those perfect folds, hanging there attractively... I slid my tongue into another girl last night! Oh my god! I can actually still feel, on my cheeks, how it felt to have her sex pressed against my face, bucking against my tongue as I licked rhythmically for as long as it took to make her... orgasm. I made another girl orgasm last night with my mouth...! Wow... ok, Angela, you've really done it this time...

Somehow, the word 'lesbian' doesn't occur to me, at least not as a problem or label. My initial shock has passed, and I actually don't feel too bad, other than the hangover-spike in my brain. I go over what sensations I can remember in my head, deciding to relish the excitement now and worry about it later. Damn... out of context, I'd say I feel pretty damn sexy. I feel the story settling in as part of me, that my best friend and I got picked up by and had sex with the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen. I've... had a lesbian threesome! I feel a little like a freak, in a good way! I only wish I could remember more than random sensations. It's kind of unfair, to have this once in a lifetime crazy experience and not really remember it. Then again, it's not like I'm going to tell anyone...

I slide out of the bed softly so as not to wake them, and grab a blanket off of the floor. I step gently across piles of discarded clothing and head straight for the bathroom, downing four painkillers and a glass of water before I keel over. I sit down on the closed toilet, naked but wrapped in the blanket, and, for a few moments, fight the feeling that I just got hit by a truck in every way possible. Is my whole life supposed to be different now? Isn't that how these things work in those overblown lesbian stories on TV? I don't feel any different. I'm not feeling any particular sublime awakening. I feel my damp crotch with my hand. I can't quite wrap my head around the fact that I had sex with somebody who had the same organs as me, but I'm definitely still me.

"Hey," I hear Tara say softly from the bathroom door.

I jump and pull my hand away under the blanket. I hope she didn't notice me touching myself. A brief pause in my thoughts makes me realize just how silly that embarrassment is, after last night's... events. I look over at her, tracing her disheveled blonde locks that spill down the sheet wrapped around her. I'm only a tiny bit surprised to find myself attracted to the shape of her body underneath the sheet. Is this what guys feel? A kind of daring hope to see what's hidden?

She closes the door silently, and shuffles over to sit on the edge of the tub, close to me. Her blue eyes meet my gaze with apprehension. She sits up nervously, wrapping the sheet a little tighter around her. I bite my lip, briefly incredibly nervous, until her lips suddenly crack a restrained smile. I rush my hand to my mouth to cover my spontaneous laughter, the result of a rush of sudden relief. She laughs too, her eyes locked on mine, trying hard to suppress the noise.

"Holy shit, Angela!" she whispers, sharing my sheepish embarrassment.

"I know!" I practically scream in hushed tones, enormously glad that this isn't weird at all between us. I find that my gaze keeps lingering on her lips, or her strangely catching eyes.

"How do we get her OUT OF HERE?" she whispers worriedly, referring to the gorgeous blonde sleeping in my bed in the next room. I hardly expected that to be her first question, but it suddenly seems very relevant and perplexing.

"I don't know!" I whisper back. "What the hell happened last night? How did this happen? How did she get us into bed?! I don't even remember how we got back to my apartment!"

"Well, I kind of drove us," Tara admits quietly.

"You drove drunk?" I ask, wide-eyed, more shocked and worried at her driving drunk than the fact that my best friend and I, together, just had sex with a girl for the first time. She looks around evasively.

"Not exactly," she replies slowly.

I just look at her for a moment, confused, but unable to really think clearly. My pounding head spins a little bit, and I realize that dealing with Erin will probably be incredibly awkward. Yeah, she's mind-blowingly gorgeous, but, still... what do either of us say to her? Thanks for the crazy drunk lesbian threesome sex, but we're straight, now get the hell out? I grimace widely, wishing Erin would just get up and leave while we hide in the bathroom.

"Come on, let's just get this over with," Tara says, and then sighs. "Ready?"

I laugh quietly. My pounding head punishes me for laughing, but I can't help it. This situation is absolutely insane. I never imagined I'd find myself doing anything like this at all. I touch her hand briefly to steady my spinning head, and she smiles.

"No, I'm not really ready," I reply. "But let's do it anyway."

She stands, and I get up and follow her. She opens the door, and we shuffle like fragile hospital patients back into the bedroom. To my surprise, Erin is awake, already wearing her pink panties, and walking around looking for her clothes. Her round, gorgeous breasts sway as she walks, and her flat, toned tummy catches my eye. Again, Angela, I think to myself, what has gotten into you?

"Hey you two," Erin says, smiling. "How'd you like last night?"

"It was... pretty damn amazing," Tara says sincerely, and I look at her in surprise. "But, ah... we're..."

"Straight?" Erin asks. "Honey, me too. Don't worry about it. I've got to run, hope you two don't mind."

She finally dons her shirt, and I find myself a little disappointed as her perfect breasts disappear beneath it. After tugging her tight jeans on, she gathers her things and heads for the door.

"You two have fun," she says suggestively, and winks, before letting herself out. Tara and I just stand there, surprised, watching the closed front door. A few long moments of silence pass, until I finally speak.

"Wow," is all I can say.

"Yeah," my best friend replies, looking at me. She looks like she's about to say something, but, suddenly, the door pops open again, and Erin pops her head in. Somehow, amazingly, she has fixed her hair back into near perfection in the two seconds she was gone. Figures, with a girl like that. I wonder how many guys she has slept with and run out on in the morning, like she's doing to us now. I'll probably never know.

"You know, silly me, I suppose," Erin says, looking at Tara. "I have no idea where we are. Can you drive me home?"

"Um, yeah," Tara replies in momentary confusion. "Yeah, I'll be right out."

"Okay, thanks!" Erin says cheerily, and closes the door. Tara starts wandering the room, looking for her clothes and keys, and slowly starts to dress. I watch her, catching a glimpse of her perky tits when she drops the sheet to put on her bra. When I look up, she is looking right at me watching her, but she doesn't seem awkward or bothered at all. She just... watches me, watching her.

Finally dressed, she fixes her hair and heads for the door. Neither of us have spoken a word since she started getting dressed, but I feel definite tension to say something rising as she gets closer to actually leaving. I can see her growing more nervous, too. Finally, she reaches the door, but she doesn't open it. She just stands there, her back to me, frozen.

"Tara," I suddenly say, surprised that I'm speaking first. "You weren't drunk last night, were you?"

She doesn't respond at all. She just turns around and looks at me, an unbelievable worry in her pretty blue eyes. She looks like she's about to cry. I wonder briefly what might be going on with her, but it occurs to me that the first thing she thought to do when we woke up was get rid of Erin. Whatever happened last night, it wasn't about that girl, no matter how gorgeous she was.

"You didn't really want her last night, did you?" I ask, stepping closer to her, keenly aware of my nude body under my tightly held blanket, and afraid to hear the answer to my next question, because of what it might mean. "That's how this happened. You helped it happen, you bought me so many drinks, you suggested to Erin that we come back here. Did I pass out before we got to the... part you really wanted?"

Tara's pretty blue eyes grow misty, and I see a tear starting to form in each eye. She bites her lip. Last night starts to make perfect sense. In fact, our growing and deepening bond over the last few years makes this not nearly the dramatic situation it might have been. I'm not freaked out. I'm not madly in love, but I'm not disgusted, either. I'm just... interested. Pleasantly, excitedly... interested. I'm still straight, she's still straight, we're both just... interested... in seeing where this friendship and bond might go.

She seriously looks like she's about to have a break down. Come on, Angela, I tell myself, pull on that inner freak you felt earlier! Do something to make this okay! My heart pounds quickly in my chest, but I somehow manage to pull on that sexiness I felt earlier and move forward.

I take her free hand. While she just watches me, I slide her hand under my blanket and down my tummy. She didn't get to touch me last night like she wanted... I want her to know I'm in this, too. I want her to know I'm still her best friend and this is just one more thing we're going to try together. My eyes flutter compulsively and my body tenses as her finger enters me. Her touch feels soft, tender, and very different. It feels far more intense than the scattered sense memories I have of last night. Wow...

I lean forward and kiss her quickly on the lips, hitting home the real impact of what we are considering exploring with each other. When I pull away, her pretty blue eyes watch me in shock and excitement. I see her hand curl, the rest of her hand feeling the finger that was just inside me as if in disbelief.

"Okay, go drop off Erin," I tell her breathlessly. "And get the hell back here quick, okay?"

She nods, and I lean forward slightly, and then she leans forward slightly, but I move back, confused. We laugh nervously, and, finally, kiss on the lips briefly again. My heart begins to pound even faster, but it's not nervousness anymore.

"Ok," she says, excited, obviously dazed. "Ok... rush back here... right."

She gives me an excited 'wow! I can't believe this!' look, and slips out the door. I close the door, lock it, and lean my back against it, waiting, reeling, breathless, and in shock from the overwhelming anticipation. Sense memories from last night dance across my fingers and tongue and cheeks and breasts, and I can't wait to feel the real thing, especially with her, my best friend, someone experiencing all these new things with me. Sharp excitement makes my heart feel like it's going to explode, but I know I want this. I wouldn't have believed it if I had been told even just yesterday, but, when Tara gets back... I want to have sex with her! I watch the clock, knowing that time could not possibly pass quickly enough.

Wow, what do I do now? The question keeps swirling in my thoughts. Tara will be back in an hour or so, which seems like an eternity. I wander my apartment, fixing the mussed up bed, cleaning random things, and thinking about the events of last night. I keep closing my eyes and reliving the sensations as they wash over me. I can almost still feel Erin's soft wetness pressed against my mouth and chin, and I can still vaguely taste her and smell her all over my hands. I'm no longer in shock about what happened; instead, I'm excited and terrified about what I will do when Tara gets back. Will she still want to... do what we promised?

What if she doesn't want to do it still? Or worse... what if she does?! What do girls even do with each other... sexually? Angela, think! You did it last night while drunk! Or did you? You can't remember if you were any good! You were completely smashed! What if you just spent most of your time on the sidelines and Tara was the one who got her off? Wow, wait... the thought's never occurred to me before. What if Tara has had s-... what if Tara has done things with girls before? And if I can't even think the word 'sex' right now...

I really want things to go well with her. I don't want to screw it up or disappoint her. I can't be sure how long she's been attracted to me, or even if she consciously knew about it before last night, but I desperately want to keep our deep friendship. In a way, I'm attracted to her, too. I love her personality. After last night, I find myself thinking about her body, too... but what will I do with it when I... have it? I'm so overwhelmed. I need to clear my head!

I head to the shower and drop the blanket I've been hauling around without thinking about it. I climb in, turn on the water, and sit. Ok, Angela, just relax, I tell myself. I listen to the warm water falling on my tummy and legs, as I lean against the back of the tub. I love sitting in the shower. It's always been the place I go to when I really need to get away for a few minutes. I start to think about what will happen when Tara gets home.

Ok, I think the first thing I need to do is to get turned on. Whatever I'll need to do, it'll be less scary and easier if I'm really turned on. Hah, I've done some pretty crazy things while horny, now that I think about it, though this might still top the list. Keeping my eyes closed, and feeling the water run over me, I try to think of something stimulating. I think of my last boyfriend, but that just makes me feel bad. I think of a hot guy I saw in a magazine once, that I always fantasize about, but my nervousness kills my vibe.

It occurs to me that there might not be as much pressure as I thought. Tara's my best friend, after all. She wouldn't possibly give up on me that quick, right? I start to think about her naked body, and the parts of her I saw this morning in passing, and her smile. Taking from what I remember of last night, I try to imagine what it might feel like to kiss her body, especially her tummy. I think about kissing her on the lips just before she left this morning, and her finger inside me. Pretty soon, that familiar warmth and excitation stirs inside me.

I slide my hand down and into me, pretending that it's her finger. With my eyes still closed, I imagine her pressed against me, feeling me inside. My thoughts jump around to various areas of her body, until I finally get to the one idea I've been avoiding mentally. Kissing and fingering is less intense, less personal, than what I know I will have to do. I slowly creep up on the idea, toy momentarily with the sensations, and imagine what she might look like down there... the one area I didn't get to see... and I drift onto an ocean of pleasure, under the gentle rain of the shower, until it really hits me. I'm going to have to lick my best friend's pussy!

I almost orgasm when I think that phrase. Angela, I tell myself, calm down. You can't orgasm now and lose the horniness and blow the whole thing! I squirm and fight to stop myself, and it takes all of my energy to keep my hand off of myself even as my insides pulse gently in disappointment at my almost-orgasm. I fight not to think about the idea, but I can't help it. I keep envisioning what Tara's sex might look like, what it might taste like, what it might feel like on my tongue. In an even deeper manner, I imagine what it would feel like to her when I lick her there, and the insane thought occurs to me that I can actually imagine it pretty well because I'm a girl, too! I twist my legs and push against the side of the shower to force my body to drop the pleasure down a little, afraid that I'll orgasm purely from the erotic idea alone. After all, I have pretty powerful sense memories of pleasuring a girl last night, sense memories that, although they weren't Tara, definitely keep intruding on my thoughts.




The Morning After



I decide that it's finally time to get out of the shower. I turn off the water and dry myself off, wrapping a towel around me. I stand in indecision for what seems like ten minutes, unsure of what to do with myself. The thought occurs to me that I might need to learn a little bit of... technique. I won't know what to do with Tara when she gets back if I don't look something up. I go sit at my computer, and hesitantly get online.

With some trepidation, I search through several 'lesbian' guides, but they are very tame and just mention names I don't recognize, and stress being safe. Every time I read the word 'lesbian,' it makes me feel a little weird. I'm not a lesbian, I just find one girl attractive. What does that make me? I read a guide for 'first time lesbians,' but it has the same problem of being too general. I don't even know what some of the things they mention are, like 'tribadism.' When I do look it up, it sounds pretty strange.

By now, my horniness has definitely tapered off. Other thoughts start to intrude, ruining my mood. Realizing that I have to do something, I decide to take the 'guy's way', and look up lesbian porn. I've seen it once or twice while with my ex-boyfriend, but I never really looked at it. This time, I'm determined to watch some and see if I can't get turned on by it. Hah, I think to myself, I bet you never thought you'd end up doing something like this!

To my surprise, there's a huge number of videos all over the place that are free. I thought people had to pay for this stuff. I don't get it. I open a few videos, but they're all very odd. Finally, I come to one with two normal looking but very pretty girls who are just talking. Intrigued, I listen to their conversation, realizing that this video actually has a 'plot,' or as much as a porn can have. The two girls are best friends, and decide to try sex with girls for the first time by doing it with each other. My eyes widen as I realize this, as it's exactly my situation.

Watching their slow foreplay, emotional connection, and nervousness really starts to get to me. I watch them gently touch and kiss each other, slowly undressing, and approaching that big moment. When one girl finally has her face in front of the other girl's sex, I find myself holding my breath. I've forgotten to masturbate entirely, but it doesn't matter. When her tongue touches those folds for the first time, my body jumps a little. That's what I'll be doing soon! Oh my god! I watch in fascination as her tongue slides in and around those folds. To my surprise, both girls seem to be in ecstasy. Is she actually enjoying licking her friend that much?

Suddenly, I hear keys at the door. I quickly close everything out in my laptop, and act nonchalant. I'm still sitting in my towel, hair kind of wet, but there's nothing I can do in time. Tara comes inside and closes the front door. She stands there, looking at me, unsure what to say. Her blue eyes seem very pretty to me right now, for some reason. I'm not sure what to do at first, but I think about what I just saw in that video, and decide that I want it to happen.

I stand up, still in my towel, and sit on the end of the bed. I pat the spot next to me, and Tara nervously puts down her purse, walks over slowly, and sits down beside me.

"So...," she says, looking around nervously.

"You still want to do this?" I ask her, watching her reaction.

"Do you?" she asks quickly.

I nod gently, and she catches my gaze for a moment, noticing my sincerity.

"Ok," she says, biting her lower lip. "How do we start?"

I think about everything that I read, saw, and thought about while she was gone. I take one of her hands, undo my towel a little bit, and place her hand on my exposed breast.

"First off, no pressure, okay?" I tell her. "We can do anything we want, and there's no expectations or judgment. Okay?"

She nods nervously, her eyes on her hand, which slowly kneads my breast. It feels strange to have a girl's hand massaging my nipple, and touching the underside of my breast, but it quickly turns from strange into pleasant. My towel drops a bit further, exposing my other breast. She slowly brings her other hand up, playing with and feeling my upper body. I watch her pretty blue eyes, but they are locked on her activities, as she explores me for a few minutes. My gaze lowers to her breasts, hidden behind her shirt, and I'm surprised to feel myself wanting to see them.

I whisper something calming as I reach out and gently lift off her shirt. She reaches over her head to get it off, and undoes her bra, dropping it on the floor. This is surprisingly like the video that I watched. What did the brown-haired girl in it do again? Oh, right, she leaned forward and... I briefly lick the nipple in front me, and a little shock in my tummy hits me as I realize that I'm exploring my best friend's body, something which seems completely alien to me yet very familiar and inviting at the same time.

I look up, and Tara smiles sheepishly back at me as I suck gently on her nipples and massage the undersides of her breasts. Wow, Angela, I think to myself, there's no turning back now! I play with her breasts for a really long time, and find myself actually starting to enjoy it quite a bit. I keep trying to wrap my head around the fact that they're breasts -- another girl's!

Finally, Tara pushes me back a little bit, and bites my ear gently. How did she know I love that? Oh, right, because I've told her before! I feel momentarily dizzy as the impact that I'm about to have sex with my best friend settles in. I get the feeling that this is going to be really, really fun. I hear her laugh softly, but before I can ask what's so funny, I feel her hand land on the bottom of my tummy, where my towel's ends cross.

I fight back the tickling sensation of her hand being there unexpectedly, and she slides her hand slowly between the ends of the towel, forcing them apart as her hand reaches my sex. I lock eyes with her for a second, and she moves in to gently kiss me on the lips, recreating our position just before she left an hour ago. She doesn't say anything, but I nod gently to confirm her unspoken question.

Finally, her soft finger enters me. My body clenches tightly for a moment, until I get used to her finger. She starts to play with me gently, feeling around, exploring, and enjoying. She continues to kiss me, her tongue lightly touching mine. The harder I kiss her, the faster her finger moves. The feeling is really interesting, and I feel a heat growing inside me.

Wanting to feel what it's like to kiss her while exploring her with a finger, I slide my own hand down her pants. She uses her free hand to undo her buckle and unbutton her pants for better access, never taking her other hand off of me. Our kissing grows a bit more passionate and energetic the moment my finger finds its way inside her wetness.

Maybe it's just the fact that I am already being pleasured, but she feels absolutely amazing. I've never felt anything so soft, moist, and intimate. Sliding my finger in as far as it will go feels so... wow, I don't even have a word for it. I feel closer to her than I ever have. I feel around inside her, then pull my finger out somewhat to focus my palm on her clit. I find the wetness that remains on my finger very erotic.

For awhile, I have no thoughts other than the sensations that roll through me. We kiss very deeply, and, as I feel a tight ball of pleasure building in me, our kissing grows almost frantic. I start to sweat, trying to feel the pleasure, finger her, and kiss her all at the same time. I feel an orgasm approaching... so, suddenly, I pull out of her, and grab her arm to stop her.

"What's wrong?" she asks. Her pretty blue eyes frown with embarrassment. 

"Nothing, nothing at all," I breathe heavily. "I just don't want to lose this intense passion quite yet. Let's try... other things, before we... you know."

She nods slowly, smiling again. Her wet hand touches mine.

"Was it good so far?" she asks brightly.

"Amazing," I reply, still panting. "So I think this will be even better..."

I find myself thinking about that video again. What did the girl do? She pushed her best friend down on the bed gently. I follow suit, laying Tara against the pillows, and pulling her pants off. I kiss up her leg, like the girl in the video did, and kiss her panties once, before sliding them off. I find myself amazingly excited for what I'm about to do. I move up the bed, positioning my face right at her sex. I look up for a moment, seeing Tara smile back at me excitedly.

I look down, examining my best friend's sex for the first time. It's different than Erin's, but, in a more intimate way, far more attractive. The bed squeaks as I adjust my position to be more comfortable, and Tara laughs nervously. I smile back up at her for a moment to help quell her nervousness, and then return to taking in the sight of her gorgeous folds and the alluring scent of her wetness. Wow, I could really get into this, I think to myself.

Nervous myself for a moment, I think back to that video. That girl put on a wicked grin, and then kissed all around, teasing her friend. I found that to be a big turn on, so I mimic it. I smile wickedly at Tara, and she responds with an excited tensing of her body. I kiss the small patch of blonde hair above her sex, and then the sides. She tenses again, urging me to do it. Finally, I do. I open my mouth a little and kiss near the top of her folds, letting my tongue slip out a little bit to taste her for the first time.

Wow! Her flavor is so complex and intimate, I absolutely love it! I open my mouth more to slide my tongue deeper in her, getting an even stronger taste. She jumps a little as I do this. I realize that my tongue is now in the little tunnel where my finger just was, and I try to connect the vastly different sensations. I roll my tongue around inside her, drinking in the flavor and scent. I really, really like this!

I explore around for a few more moments, letting my tongue reach every part of her. I look up and see her watching me, ecstatic. I keep my eyes locked on hers as I move to her clit, mimicking the technique of the girl in the video. I suck on it gently for a moment, and then establish a gentle up and down rhythm with my tongue. Tara nods gently, breathes in a long heavy breath, and... moans slightly. That surprises me, hearing that from my best friend. As my mind sinks fully into licking up and down and I fill with the taste, textures, and scent of what I'm doing, it really hits me: I'm licking my best friend's pussy!

Tara squirms, and I get lost in eating her out. For many long minutes, I utterly enjoy pleasuring her. After awhile, the newness of it all fades, and it becomes simply licking her over and over, feeling her building orgasm in her tensing muscles and soft moans. Something about this turns me on even more than the first few moments. I roll the situation around in my thoughts, until I realize that I'm so turned on by the sheer fact that I am working hard to make a girl, my best friend, orgasm! The more tired my tongue gets, the more turned on I become. I'm making a girl orgasm! I can't wrap my head around it! Sense memories of doing the same thing to Erin come back to me, and the thought that I'm now making my second girl orgasm spurs me on even further. The more I enjoy pleasuring a girl, the more turned on I become. There's something really subversive about all this, and I think that's what turns me on the most!

Tara suddenly stops me, her hand on my head. I look up, licking off a bit of her juice and sweat from my lips.

"I want to save it, too," she pants. "I want to have a turn before I orgasm, okay?"

I nod, slightly disappointed. I really wanted to make her orgasm. I wanted to feel her walls clenching my tongue, and see her body flush and twitch. God, the things I'm thinking, I would have never believed even yesterday!

We quickly switch places, and she kisses down my body, excited. She breathes heavily from excitement, and I notice that her hair is damp from sweat. She quickly moves down and immediately starts passionately kissing and licking my sex, something which I find intensely erotic. No hesitation, just pure lust!

Her firm, warm tongue swirls against me, causing my legs to tense. I concentrate on feeling the sensations of her tongue and soft lips dancing with the folds of my sex. The sight of her between my legs, matted hair, bright blue eyes, and lustful expression, drives me wild! We should have started doing this years ago! Well, maybe our friendship didn't have the particular quality to make something like this a possibility back then. Still, it feels so good, I'm certain I'll be doing this years from now.

Yeah, that's what makes this feel as good as it does, our friendship. It's so free, so trusting. It feels good, and she enjoys licking me, and neither of us is embarrassed or hiding how much we are loving it. She explores me with her tongue frantically, but I'm not surprised. After all the trouble she went through last night trying to get her tongue in me... I touch her hair gently, and smile at the thought. She returns a grin momentarily, then goes back to licking me.

Soon, she uses two soft fingers to tease my clit out, and starts focusing her sucking and licking on it. Suddenly, my pleasure goes from fun to downright wild. It's hard to focus, think, or pay attention at all. I start to twitch uncontrollably, trying to keep my legs positioned well for her to eat me out. The pleasure jabs me in different directions, and, almost without warning, I feel my insides freeze up, and then a throbbing orgasm runs through me like lightning. My desperate panting grows, and I squeeze my eyes shut tight. She keeps sucking on my clit, threatening to overwhelm me. I open my eyes long enough for the the image of her face on my pussy, as I thrash about in pleasure, to be seared permanently in my mind. God, she's beautiful. Her blue eyes watch me until I finally calm down, and collapse against the wet sheets with a sigh.

Sweaty and exhausted, I breathe in and out slowly. Wow, that was amazing! I look down, and notice her watching me with hesitation. Is she afraid I won't want to do it anymore now that I've orgasmed? I should show her how baseless those fears are. I smile, and beckon her up. She clambers up, unsure of what I mean, until I position her on her knees above me. I rest my head on the pillow, and she leans down a little bit, positioning her sex right above me. I watch her heated wetness approach with a deep satisfaction. As I kiss my best friend's pussy for the second time, and start licking again gently, I feel like I'm coming home, somewhere warm, pleasurable, and safe.

That feeling continues as I lie and relax, taking my time to leisurely enjoy licking her pussy. She looks down from above, and we share a laugh or a smile every so often. I absolutely love this. I watch my tongue probe her sex, and I can't get enough of the taste. The sights and tastes and scents and feel of her body turn me on immensely. The minutes pass, but I don't get tired of it at all. In fact, the more I experience and feel her sex, the more I seem to enjoy it.

At some point, it occurs to me that I've had my wet face pressed up against another girl's pussy for almost half an hour, and the thought doesn't seem weird to me at all anymore. When she finally closes her eyes for the final time, arches her back, and orgasms against my mouth, I revel in the feeling of her walls clenching my tongue. She lies next to me for a few moments, recovering, until we share a smile and a quick kiss. She turns over, still lying next to me, but with her pussy near my face again. I feel her firm tongue begin pushing into my sex again, and I take a moment to feel truly and sublimely happy. The feeling stays with me as I take her clit between my moist lips, and flick the end with my tongue.

My mind drifts on the currents of pleasure, and I don't have a care in the world. This is it, this is amazing. I know that I'll never stop loving pussy after this, and the soft curves of a girl's body. Even better, I have a best friend who will fill that need in endless amounts. I realize that, in some ways, it isn't even about girls in general. I didn't feel any different after having sex with Erin. It's just about Tara, my best friend. I look down across our two sweaty, feminine bodies for a moment.

"I love you," I tell her cautiously.

I feel her freeze, and then smile against my sex. She lifts her head up.

"I love you, too," she says, and then laughs happily. She goes back to licking me, but a little more energetically this time. The passion between us suddenly seems to increase, and I dive back into licking my best friend's pussy, happily knowing that I'll probably never stop.



The Morning After



She awoke with a feeling unlike any she had known. Safe, warm, secure and satiated. Still she sported a slight hangover and it took a while for her to take in the different surroundings. She opened her eyes a little. A different room, a nice room, soft colours and nice decor, masculine but not cold. 

Vague memories from the night before teasing her foggy mind. 

The feeling of soft silk on her skin. A silk pillow case, so soft. Silk sheets surrounding her, caressing her naked body. She had never slept in silk before. It always seemed tacky but now she understood. The way it was cool and still kept her warm. So light and yet cosy. Soft and yet shiny and sensual to the sight and touch. Teasing her senses and skin as it surrounded her.

But it was not quite surrounding her. Now she could feel him behind her. Spooning her, his body wrapped around her, his chest against her back, his knees into the back of her knees. An arm under her neck and then round her front with his hand resting on her left breast. Another hand on her waist. God he felt good. Breathing slowly into her neck. That would usually annoy her, instead it was warm and sensual and reassuring as he slept next to her.

Ohh, now she could feel him. She wriggled her butt back gently so not to wake him. His hard cock nestled deep in between her cheeks. Gosh he was hard! He moaned a little as she moved back against him, but still slept.

And now, dim memories of the night before as she sank back into a light contented sleep.

She had been out reluctantly with her friends clubbing. She never liked the "meat market" feel of clubs on a Saturday night and now she was in her late 30's she felt more and more out of place. But she went along, dressed sexy but classy as always, in a silk satin blouse and her soft Versace leather skirt. She remembered being hit on by about 3 guys as the evening went on. All lame, all self centred arses who know nothing of what a woman wants! Then she remembered him. She had gone to the bar to get a drink and she stood next to him, waiting to be served. She didn't pay much notice as she wanted to get the barman's attention. She "felt" him first, their arms brushing each other. She looked casually over to him, his linen shirt was classy, nice expensive jeans. No bling, no tattoos! Nice! Then she caught his scent. That's what first did it, a warm smell – how can a smell be warm? – soft and inviting, a mix of musky cologne and warm body. Not a bad body odour but sexy and sensual. The barman came and asked them who was there first. She indicated that he was but he told the barman to serve her first. Jees, a gentleman!! She looked at his face for the first time and smiled a "thank you". Warm green/brown eyes smiled back. A soft, strong sexy face, around her age. Slim, attractive, deep, inviting, so soft, kind, sensual....

"Madam! Madam! What do you want??" said the barman impatiently. She was actually staring and day dreaming at this man. DAMN! The bar man was getting annoyed. She snapped out of it and ordered her drinks in a fluster, feeling very silly. 

"My name's Richard. Really pleased to meet you. And I'm sorry but that is my only chat up line." he said to ease the obvious tension.

"I'm Kari. I hate chat up lines anyway. Um, and err, sorry for staring".

"It's ok, I thought I had something stuck on my face! Please come dance with me a little."

It was not quite a question. Not a command. More of a polite supplication with a subtle expectation that there was only one answer!

They danced, talked, drank, talked and danced until he asked if she wanted to leave. She never ever went back to a guys place on the first date. Not until now that is!

She woke a little again. They hadn't moved. He was still sound asleep, his warm breath making the back of her neck tingle with pleasure. His cock still hard (even after the night before) against her warm butt. She could feel herself getting wet. She peeked at the clock – 8:30am. She figured they would be in bed for a while yet and she certainly had no intention of going anywhere. He kissed the back of her neck. Now the tingles went right down her back and she closed her eyes and smiled. But he was still asleep. He kisses in his sleep! Oh my! 

She wondered if she could slide his cock down against her pussy. She'd never done it with someone who was asleep before. Maybe if she just moved it a little..... She reached down so slowly, not wanting to wake him. Her heart beating harder in her chest with the excitement. She felt like a naughty little girl! She took his cock gently in her hand. So hard and hot. As she did the memories of the night before slid into her mind, feeling him inside her again and again, the passion, the lust, the crazy orgasms! 

She realised she was gripping him too hard; she softened her grasp and slid his cock down gently between her legs. The head was now resting and pushing up against her wet sensitive pussy. She moaned. 

He stopped his breathing. Had she woken him? She didn't move. Her heart beating, holding her breath. The head of his cock just pushing into her lips of its own volition. Time seemed to stop. And then he was breathing slowly again. Deeply and slowly, back in his world of dreams. Her pussy grew wetter, her juices making the head of his cock wet as he rested just inside her lips sending streams of heat down her legs. His cock twitched as he moaned a little in his dreams. Maybe he was dreaming of the night before. She drifted again, her memories trying to join with his as he slept. 

They had started kissing on the couch with a Gin and Tonic each in their hands. The passion had taken them and spilt the drinks over their clothes and the floor but they hadn't cared. She remembered feeling his hardness under his pants, straining for release. He had broken off the kiss to explore her more. Now the memories were coming back to her as she drifted deeper into her morning dreams. 

On the couch, he slid his hands up her legs as she felt his hard cock throbbing. His hands reached her panties, already moist and he moaned as his fingers slid up and down the moist satin. Her favourite black leather skirt was already up round her waist as his hand caressed her pussy with a confidence and gentleness that hand in hand took her on a flight of a lifetime. Her hand just gripping his cock. She couldn't concentrate on moving it because of the sensations flooding her. His other hand caressing her back through the pink satin blouse. The softness, sleekness caressing her in waves as his hand moved over her until it rested on her breast. He played with her nipple through her clothes as his other hand continued to play her like a beautiful instrument. 

Then he was on his knees in front of her. His shirt was off and his slim chest was glistening with sweat and the spilt gin and tonics. He slid her panties down her legs and looked up at her. His deep eyes asking her permission. She simply smiled, her eyes now glassed over with desire and need. He led with his hands sliding up her thighs as his mouth followed with kisses. Instinctively her legs parted for him and she leant back on the couch with her eyes shut. When his mouth at last kissed her wet lips she spasmed and shook. Moans escaping her mouth as her eyes shut tightly trying to hold in the feelings of pleasure. His tongue and fingers worked in unison sliding up her lips as his finger stroked her clit. The first orgasm burst through her within a minute. She'd never come so quickly. Her hips thrust against his mouth, her hands on his head holding him still against her while she came. As she slowly came down and released his head, he gently kissed and licked her pussy more, keeping her in a constant state of arousal. Now his mouth was on her clit, gently licking and sucking as his fingers slid into her soaking pussy. He pushed them in and up, caressing her inside, touching somewhere amazing as his mouth started moving faster. His tongue orchestrating the most incredible feeling throughout her body. Faster his tongue moved as the intensity grew. His fingers sliding out and in and up. More intense, more intense, more, more as the orgasm grew and grew like a tidal wave. Not yet breaking, not yet, nearly. "YES, YES, Oh GOD YES" she screamed as she bucked against him. Totally lost, completely gone as suddenly the wave reached the shore and broke in a thunderous crash. She screamed, his fingers rubbing inside her making her gush all over his face. She had never gushed before. It was running off his face and down her thighs and all over his couch. She would have felt embarrassed if it hadn't felt so damn good. Wave after wave crashed against her as he expertly rode them like a trained surfer reading each wave and taking it under his control. She lost count of her orgasms as she ground into his face and fingers again and again, until eventually after minutes of the most intense pleasure he let her settle back and relax. Just gentle kisses over her pussy and soft licks as he lapped up every last drop. 

She awoke again and she was soaked. Her thighs drenched and the silk sheets wet under her. His cock was inside her. His arms tight around her and his mouth kissing her neck intently. She had come in her sleep! His cock had slid in and woken him up and now he was slowly fucking her from behind. His hard cock buried into her throbbing pussy and moving so slowly. "Oh god!", she moaned softly. "So beautiful", he whispered into her ear from behind as he slowly fucked her. 

"Hold on tight", he said. 

Then with his arms tight around her waist and chest he rolled onto his back with her still on top of him facing the ceiling, his cock still hard inside her from behind and his mouth still kissing her neck. His hand moved down to her clit and again like a master musician he started playing her. His cock thrusting inside her and his fingers caressing her clit and pussy in time. She felt like every part of her was being touched. Breasts, clit, legs, pussy inside and out and kisses and soft bites on her neck. His fingers moved quicker and harder and suddenly she was coming again. His cock deep inside as she clenched around him. Floating, flying, soaring! Then he brought her down again. Slowly, moving gentle and soft he caressed her body from behind. Like a harp between his legs. Then when he chose he lifted the pace and passion and brought her to another orgasm. Countless times he did this until she was totally satiated and exhausted and pleaded for him to stop. Then they lay there, her body on his, her head resting back on his shoulder. His cock still throbbing and hard inside. Insufferably, he hadn't yet come this morning, although he had at least twice the night before! Again she drifted off to sleep.

She awoke at 10am. She was on her side, her nakedness snuggled in the silk sheets. Still a faint damp patch under her reminding her of the early morning, her swollen and satisfied pussy throbbing between her legs. She looked around and he was no longer in bed. Sounds of movement downstairs as she could hear him in the kitchen. The aroma of fresh coffee drifting up the stairs into the bedroom. She looked and her clothes were at the bottom of the bed. He had brought them up from the couch, knowing she had no pyjamas to wear. She smiled at his thoughtfulness and reached down for her satin blouse. It would have to do and it wasn't like he hadn't seen her in all her glory already! She slipped it on over her naked top and did up just a few buttons to hold her breasts inside. She felt sexy. She felt very, very sexy! This man had done something wonderful with her that made her feel everything she should feel. 

He wandered upstairs carrying two coffees on a tray with milk, sugar and sweeteners, wearing a black silk robe tied very loosely round his waist opening just enough so she could glimpse his semi hard cock. 

He walked to her side of the bed and put the tray next to her. Standing before her she could smell their sex and what a glorious smell! His cock barely inches from her head, still on the pillow. 

"Hi gorgeous, did you sleep well?" he asked. 

"Morning!" she replied dopily. "I certainly did!"

He stood looking down at her in just her pink satin top and smiled. She melted. Her hands reached out and slid into his robe grasping his cock. Keeping it in her hand she slowly sat up and slid her legs over the edge of the bed so she was facing him. She undid the robe with one hand and slid her other up and down the shaft of his hardening cock. 

"Oh god!" he moaned. 

She remembered the night before. The way he worshipped her with his mouth and then fucked her in every way until they fell asleep and so without any restraint she plunged her mouth over him. Sucking his length into her mouth she bit slightly and felt it grow and twitch. Her hand held his shaft and pulled up in time with her mouth. The other hand felt underneath and caressed his balls. God they felt good. His cock grew more and became solid as she slid her hand under him. "Hmm he likes that!" she thought. 

She consumed him. Ate him with a passion. Her head moving faster and faster over his stiff cock as her hand slid between his legs and caressed around and under his balls. Her other hand now round his arse and gripping his butt. Her fingers digging into him. 

"Agghhh" he groaned in pleasure.

This only spurred her on more. He tasted amazing. The flavour of his cock mixed with the faint taste of her sex. Her hands moved faster now all over him, up and down his balls and under him. Rubbing up and down his butt from the front and behind. Sending waves of pleasure through him. He was groaning and shouting now as she continued to fuck him incessantly, her hands and fingers rubbing him, scratching him and probing him and feeling him respond begging him to come in her mouth. Wanting to swallow him and take him. 

"Oh god. Oh god" he screamed and she could feel him building. And then she dug her nails in his butt and pushed her finger against his hole and instantly he exploded into her mouth. Furiously she swallowed and sucked. Fingering him to make him come more. She wanted all of it. More and more and more. She slid her mouth up and down draining him of every last drop until he was finished.

"Oh my god!!" he said breathlessly. "That was amazing."

"My pleasure!" she replied.

He slid into bed next to her and held her beautiful satin clad body next to his now naked flesh, neither of them wanting the day to end.



The Morning After



This story involves the two characters from my One Night Only? story but can be read on its own also. Enjoy. 

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Ashleigh squinted at the light sneaking through the curtains and surveyed her bed. It was empty save for her. Edward, her one night stand, clearly hadn't stayed. 

She sank into the pillows in relief. She had never been the type for one night deals, partly because the morning after was just too awkward. The sound of a door opening had her sitting bolt upright and her jaw dropped as Edward emerged from the on-suite bathroom. 

His hair was still dripping from the shower and he had a towel slung loosely around his hips. Ashleigh watched one bead of water run slowly down his chest and flushed at the thought of her being so clichéd. She lay on her front and turned her head into the pillow to smother her giggles. Edward lay down on the bed next to her and propped his head up on his arm. 

He brushed a strand of hair from her face and grinned at her. 

"Did I wake you?"

Ashleigh gave a tentative smile in return and shook her head. Edward's hand skimmed over her bare shoulder and down her back, pushing the bedcovers out of the way. Ashleigh turned over onto her back. Edward chuckled and repeated the movement, running his hand from her neck to the top of her mound. He twisted his wrist to cup her gently in his hand. Ashleigh arched herself into his touch, moving her knees apart slightly to encourage him to move his hand over her more thoroughly. 

He stroked his thumb on her clit slowly, not touching her anywhere else. Ashleigh wiggled her shoulders, bringing his attention to her breasts. He obliged by running his tongue over her areola, quickly bringing her nipple to peak. His lips closed over it and rubbed his tongue roughly over the tip. His thumb continued rubbing small circles over her. He dipped one finger into her wetness and drew it over her clit, varying the small movements of his hand. 

Edward leaned over to turn his attentions to her other breast. As his tongue swept over her, his finger pressed into her. Ashleigh bit her lip, fisted one hand in the bed sheet and gripped his shoulder with the other. She kicked the sheets from where they were twisted around her legs and spread her knees wider. Another finger joined the first one and Ashleigh gasped at the sensation of being stretched delightfully. 

Edward curled his fingers within Ashleigh, enough to rub the small nub of flesh that was her g-spot. Her orgasm came swiftly and she clenched herself around his fingers as his name spilled out from her lips in a long moan. 

He moved his thumb from her now over-sensitive clitoris and stroked it over the rest of her, leaving his fingers buried inside her. Edward pumped his fingers several more times before removing them and holding them to Ashleigh's lips. 

She eyed him uncertainly, never having tasted herself before. He kept his eyes steady on hers until she opened her mouth enough to flick her tongue out over the tips of his fingers. He took this as encouragement and steadily pressed his fingers into her mouth. 

Ashleigh sucked on them and swirled her tongue over them, imitating what she would do if it was another part of his anatomy that was within her mouth. She barely registered the taste of herself so intent was she at watching his reaction. His cock certainly seemed to react. 

He discarded his towel and shifted over her on the bed, pulling her off the pillows by the hips until she was lying completely flat on the bed. Edward then lifted her legs by the calves to urge her to put her legs over his shoulders. He leant forward and pressed his cockhead to her opening. 

The feeling was a little overwhelming, Edward felt much bigger in this position and she was a lot tighter around him. He kept his pace slow and sure, making certain all of him was pressed tight into her before withdrawing to the point where he could feel her outer lips on his sensitive cockhead. 

The friction of his movements was playing havoc on her clit and her breath shortened as she came close to her second quick orgasm in succession. 

He stopped. 

Ashleigh opened her eyes to look at him and he was smirking down at her.

"Problem?" she managed to gasp out. 

"No, just want to make you wait."

Ashleigh groaned and tried to fuck herself onto him, it was tricky in that position though so she tried to move her legs that he still held tight in his hands. That too, proved futile and she eventually gave up and lay panting under his watchful gaze that exuded amusement at her efforts. 

Eventually she let out a breathless laugh and relaxed. It seemed to be what Edward was waiting for and he resumed his rhythm, fucking her faster than before. It didn't take long for her orgasm to return in full force and crash over her. Colour exploded behind her eyes as she squeezed them tightly shut. She dug her nails deep into Edward's upper arms where she held on tight. 

This time he didn't stop. Instead he brought her legs down and pressed her knees up and open, leaving her wide for his attentions. Edward brought his weight down onto his elbows, bringing his mouth close enough to claim hers. Ashleigh wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs round his waist, grinding herself slowly up and down his length as she kissed him back deeply. 

The pace slowed. Edward's thrusts became long and slow, pressing all the way into her before slowly withdrawing. Ashleigh matched his pace, bringing her hips to his, enjoying the feel of him within her and over her. She sucked lightly on his tongue before giving it a gentle nip. He responded with a series of hard, quick thrusts into her dripping wet orifice. 

Grey eyes met her brown ones and held her gaze. Edward slid his hands up her arms, removing them from where they were wrapped around him. He pushed himself deep inside her and held his position, pressed against her cervix, bordering on painful. His fingers linked with hers and he held her hands pressed against the bed, much as his hips pinned her to the bed. 

His tongue flicked out and swept over her parted lips. Ashleigh giggled and gripped his lower lip between her teeth, giving it a gentle tug. Edward withdrew from her again and this time slammed roughly into her. He set a furious pace that she couldn't match so she simply allowed herself to be taken by him. Feeling his hard, thick length slide in and out of her, well lubricated with their combined juices. Juices that were spilling out and running down her ass and covering his thighs. The sound of wet flesh slapping together filled the room, joined with her moans and pants and Edward's grunts. 

Edward's dark head tilted down to capture one of her nipples in his teeth. Her breasts continued to move from the force of his thrusts into her body but he held tight to one nipple, not allowing it to move. Ashleigh bit her lip against the pain, clutching Edward's fingers tight in her own. He removed one hand from her hers, bringing it between both their bodies to where her clit was jutting out, desperate for attention. 

He gripped it in two of his fingers, tugging roughly on it.

"Cum with me." He released her nipple long enough to growl at her. 

The speed and force of his cock entering her increased, if possible. Her hips began their own rhythm, every part of her seeking the release that was so close. The feel of him expanding within her was enough to send her over the edge. One hand squeezed his tight, the other raked it's nails down his back. Her head shot back and her back arched, forcing him deeper within her. She could feel the hot spurts of his cum within her and it only prolonged her orgasm before plunging her headlong into the next. 

Breathless pants in her ear brought her back to the moment, Edward had collapsed weakly on top of her, obviously having felt as strong an orgasm as she. He rolled off her onto the bed and they lay gasping for breath. 

Ashleigh looked at her hand. Still joined with his. She brought her eyes to his face and caught the grin spreading over his face. She couldn't help it, a grin of her own followed suit. She deliberately drew her gaze over him. From his still wet hair down to his feet. She licked her lips.

"Looks like you're going to need another shower."



The Morning After



I awoke with an urge to pee, got up out of the bed and walked to the bathroom. There I saw Annie in profile, nude, and staring at herself in the mirror. She turned her head, smiling and exclaimed, "They're beautiful!" She turned her back to me and I saw her nearly solid purple ass, completely covered in bruises. Part of me winced, although my cock suddenly twitched. Before I could say anything, she turned to face me. Her tits were bruised but not as severely as her ass. Her inner thighs, pussy and parts of her tummy were also covered in deep purple bruises. She pointed at her still puffy pussy lips and said she couldn't believe how yummy it felt to get such a wonderful beating. She also said she never did get to cum and hoped I was in the mood to help her with that.

Grinning, I told her I'd be happy to help her. "Do you need to pee, Annie?" I asked.

"Well, sort of," she replied. "How did you know? And why did you ask?

"I'm going to make you cum hard, maybe even make you squirt, and I want you to pee first so you'll know you're not about to pee when it happens. Now, sit on the toilet and pee for me."

"Um, Uncle Johnny, it hurts too much to sit down."

"Then you'll have to squat over the drain in the shower. Go on. Get in there and pee."

Annie looked at me strangely but stepped into the big shower stall and with her back towards me, squatted over the drain."

"Turn around, girl. I want you to see me looking at you when you go. And hurry it up - I have to pee, too!"

Annie stood up, turned to face me, and then squatted again. This time she tilted her head back, opened her mouth and stretched out her tongue. I didn't stop to ask any questions. Instead, I placed the tip of my cock on the end of her tongue and let my pee flow into her throat. To my surprise, she gulped it all down! When she was finished swallowing it all, she screwed up her face and said, "Ewww - that was nasty!"

"You'll get used to it," I told her matter of factly. "In fact, I predict you'll be asking for it in less than a week." I didn't really think that, but I felt like saying it just to get her reaction.

Annie looked up at me just as she started to pee and said, "Uncle Johnny, if you'll keep giving me beatings that leave pretty marks on me, I'll do whatever you want!"

Smiling like a teen aged boy who just saw his first naked girl, I told her to get up, wipe herself good, grab several towels, and follow me into the living room. When we got there, I told her to lay a towel from the edge of the carpeting into the kitchen, and to fold the rest of the towels in half and place them on the carpeting leading to the kitchen. 

When she'd done that I told her to lie on the towels in the living room and spread her legs open. Once she was positioned, I kneeled beside her, placed my left hand on the mound of her pussy, and then inserted the two middle fingers of my right hand into her pussy as if it was a bowling ball. She was obviously still aroused because my fingers slid in easily. "I want you to relax and enjoy this. If you feel like you have to pee, remember that you just did and don't be concerned about it. Don't try to hold it back. Just let it happen. Understand?"

She nodded "yes," and I started pumping the hand with my two fingers in her up and down, stretching her pussy open vertically and pressing up against her inner wall. I pressed downward on her mound with my left hand as I continued to pull up and then release the pressure with my other. After a minute or so, I started pulling up harder, banging into her g-spot with more force. Annie moaned and occasionally her body would jerk. She got wetter and wetter. Her juice began to flow out of her pussy and trickled down to her asshole. I kept working her pussy, telling her to relax and enjoy it. In another minute or two her body jerked hard and she sprayed my wrist. I kept working her. I heard something near me, looked away from Annie's pussy and saw Suzie standing next to me with an expression of awe.

"Can you make her do that again?" Suzie asked.

"I think so. If you want, I'll move my hand out of the way so you can get to it. Why don't you go ahead and kneel between her thighs so you'll be ready when it happens?"

Annie was oblivious to the conversation. Her legs were starting to twitch and moans gurgled up from her throat. With Suzie's face a few inches from Annie's pussy, I began to rub Annie's clit with the thumb of the hand that was doing the pumping. I knew it was just a matter of seconds before she was going to squirt again. I gave her a few more firm pumps against her g-spot, pulled my fingers out of her and rubbed her clit with my pussy juice covered fingers. A fraction of a second later she was squirting a steady stream of her ejaculate right into Suzie's face and open mouth! Her body started jerking uncontrollably so I held her thighs down. I told Suzie to move in closer and lick her clean. At first Suzie licked all around Annie's inner lips, and then she gave one long lick up between her lips and over her clit. Annie jerked hard and squirted again, soaking Suzie from her chin to her tits. Suzie mashed one of her nipples against Annie's clit and started rubbing, causing Annie to cum again. 

I was wondering if we had enough towels between Annie and the carpeting. I told Suzie she'd better let Annie catch her breath, so she stopped playing and just stared at the soaked, purple pussy. After a few moments, Annie calmed down and started breathing normally. She lay there repeating the word "fuck" over and over. Suzie looked up at me and said, "Uncle Johnny, can you make me cum like that?"

"I think so, Suzie. I can certainly try. Do you want to try now, or later?"

"Let's wait until Annie is back on earth," she said, giggling. "I want to give her a faceful." She laughed again. After a pause, she asked, "You know how I asked you not to hit me?"

I nodded "yes."

"Well," she continued, "I don't think I can take a beating like you gave Annie, but she sure looked like she was enjoying it! Could you maybe give me a spanking sometime, but promise to stop if it hurts too much?"

I assured her I could do that for her. I explained the traffic light color system of safe words and how I'd honor her use of them, regardless of what we were doing. While I was explaining all this to Suzie, Annie propped herself up on her elbows and started listening. Since I had both their attention, I went on to say that there were many things I wanted to do with them and that I wanted both to use the traffic light system of safe words. I also added that if there was something one of them wanted to do, to please feel free to ask me. I saw Suzie grin at Annie and Annie grinned back, and in almost perfect unison they said, "Will you fist us?"



The Morning After



I lay there in the warm comfy bed, knowing I'd drunk far too much and that a hangover was now almost a certainty. The night before had been eventful to say the least; and I'd fallen asleep through sheer exhaustion. 

I open my eyes to the light and found myself in an unfamiliar room; the sun came in through the curtains but I had no idea of the time. Looking down, I saw your gorgeous face and head of red hair on my chest and a contented and peaceful look. 

I carefully moved down and kissed you gently on the lips, carefully pulling your naked body onto mine.

"Sleep well?" I ask.

You slowly wake from your slumber and look me in the eye.

"I think you two exhausted me! I blacked out..."

I laugh and think back to the previous night; much now a drunken blur. We had been out clubbing and had picked up this guy called Derek. He'd bought us drinks and asked us to make out and gave him a show on the dance floor before we all made the decision to head for his place. 

The sexy strip tease that you gave upon arrival certainly set the scene and before long you were being treated to the joys of two men giving you their entire sexual attention. 

"Did you enjoy it?" You ask me.

I nod and smile, kissing your neck and running my hand over your spine, making you shiver. My cock is now exhibiting the full effects of morning glory and I feel you gently rocking on me as we move to make out. Your naked body caresses mine and my now solid cock is rubbing on your clit. 

I feel you slip your hand down and suddenly I feel my length fill your entire pussy. I thrust into you, feeling the ridges of your pussy around me. I doubt I will last long so pull your hips onto me hard and make your clit rub on my pubic bone. I hear you moan as your hips grind on me, riding my entire length. 

Suddenly we both cum intensely, at the same time and you moan loudly. As I cum inside you, I begin to wonder if Derek can hear us...

Shortly after this, I wake up again unaware of how long I'd been out for and notice a wet patch on my stomach leading onto the sheets. The bed next to me is empty and the bedroom door is wide open. I slowly get up and walk into the hallway towards the stairs; heading down them, I hear you and Derek talking in the lounge. 

I peer in and notice you stood looking out of the window at the stunning sea view. I hear you tell him that I fell asleep again and that you felt the need for some naughty fun. He walks up behind you and slips your silk dressing gown off; pulling you into his body, as he begins to kiss the back of your neck from behind and run his hands over your bare breasts. I watch as you make out, using tongues as you slip a hand into his dressing gown and pull out his swollen cock, running your hand up and down his length. Suddenly you catch a glimpse of me in a mirror; I give you a cheeky nod and you realise that I want a show.

You pull him over to a wall so that his back is to me stood in the doorway and before he pins you to the wall and begins to kiss you, using his hand to stimulate your clit, making your tight pussy ready for its second cock of the morning. His fingers are soon replaced by his tongue as he crouches, lifts your legs over his shoulders and gives you oral pinned to the wall. 

You grab his hair and throw you own head back against the wall before looking over to me and using a single finger to beckon me over. I obey, slowly moving towards you, wondering how Derek will react to me catching him seduce my girlfriend. 

"Good Morning sleepy head, I wondered when you would catch us..." You suddenly say. 

Derek looks startled and begins to apologise to me. I silence him by grasping his solid cock and pointing it towards you. Derek instantly lifts you into his strong arms and pushes his swollen end against your pussy. 

It slips in with ease and you sink onto him before he lifts you again and his length slide out of your pussy; I watch as a string of precum stretches from your pussy to his swollen tip. Before it can break, Derek pushes back into you and begins to thrust his hips against you, letting his cock ride up and down in your bare wet pussy.

I kiss your neck and lips as you begin to moan loudly; then I push your willing mouth onto Derek's waiting lips. Derek then pulls you off his cock and stands you between us. We look down on you as he stands behind, pushing his wet cock into you back.

Suddenly he bends you over, pushing your head down, spreads your legs and waves me over to position myself behind you; allowing me to push my throbbing cock into your pussy. Derek is now stood in front and pulls your head against his cock, rubbing it on your cheek before pushing it into your willing mouth, sucking him deeper than ever before. 

After a few minutes, I pull out and sit on the three seater couch; pulling you onto me. You straddle me and let my cock slip back in and we continue to fuck in front of Derek. Suddenly he gets behind you and begins to kiss your neck and face, you reach for his cock and notice it is covered in slippery lotion. 

I look up to see you smiling into his eyes before you arch forward a little and make a deep moaning noise. Derek eases forward, grabbing at your hips and pushing your head into my shoulder. I run my hand up over your bum and notice that Derek is giving you anal sex as you continue to ride me. 

We all begin to enjoy the moment in unison and I feel Derek thrusting into you as you grab a hand up onto the back of his neck, letting his entire length slip inside you as I hear your breathing rate increase with this new sensation. My cock is fully in your pussy and you begin to move your hips in rhythm to Derek's thrusts so that we both have our full lengths in you at the same time. 

I open my eyes and look at your slender body mounted on my lap, Derek has a hand firmly placed on your left breast as his other hand rubs your clit; he tells you forcefully to make as much noise as you climax. You obey him and begin to moan loudly as I feel your pussy tighten on my cock. 

You begin to shudder as you throw your head back into Derek's chest, gripping the back of his neck with your nails and using your other hand on my chest to keep upright. I suddenly start to cum inside your pussy as Derek thrusts harder than before; slapping his hips into yours before pulling out and letting his cum shoot over your back and cute ass. 

I look up as you pull Derek in for a hard kiss before letting out a heavy sigh and pulling me into the kiss; your lips moving between us as we all catch our breaths together.



The Morning After...



It all began after a normal drunken night out in a university town in England, Jess and Tom had been good friends for years, they had met in halls at university and now in their second year lived in different houses but regularly went out drinking together. More than once they had stayed at each other's houses, usually sharing a bed in a completely friendly way. 

Jess was a pretty girl, she had had numerous boyfriends during her time at university, but at that time she was single. She was 5'6" with short blonde hair and blue eyes. She was always exercising and was proud of her slim body, but even more proud of her 34D boobs! 

Tom was a rugby player, but not the usual laddish type. He was quite shy with strangers but had a very good relationship with Jess. He had an athletic build, broad shouldered and toned all over. 

This particular night they had been out until about 3am with a group of friends and Jess had invited Tom in after he walked her home, time dragged on as they sat around chatting and eventually Tom ended up staying the night as he had several times before. They cuddled down in Jess's double bed, Tom in some borrowed shorts and a T-Shirt and Jess in her PJs and fell asleep for the night. 

Tom didn't sleep well, he had been single for about 6 months and other than a one night stand a few weeks back had had no action in all of that time. For the first time in their friendship he began to struggle to keep Jess out of his mind especially spooned up as they were. As the morning came he was dozing and had a vivid dream of the two of them playing truth or dare, a game he had played as a kid but never since. But he awoke with a start to find Jess propped up laughing at him. 

"What?" he asked rubbing his eyes sleepily, 

"Nothing!" she replied "it's just you were smiling and muttering in your sleep and you looked cute, what were you dreaming about" 

"Oh ha-ha!" Tom laughed nervously "it was nothing honestly!"

"No tell me!" Jess insisted "or else..." and she reached across as if to tickle him (a frequent punishment between the two of them) 

"You don't want to know..."Tom said dodging away 

"Ooo was it dirty?? Tell me!!!" Jess replied, sitting up now 

"You really want to know??" he could tell when she got in this mood she never backed down 

"Yehhhhhh!" she smiled and bounced a little 

"Ok fine... well I was dreaming... that we... well we were playing truth or dare... ok...sorry it's nothing!" 

Jess giggled, looked thoughtful, and then smiled "hmm wellllll you seemed to be enjoying the dream... so let's play!!" 

"Really??" Tom look amazed at her 

"Yeh" she said, "it could be fun!" and she smiled her winning smile.

They lay back down facing in towards each other and Jess still smiling started straight away asking Tom if he wanted truth or dare. For the first few games both chose truth, Tom learnt that Jess had last had sex 3 weeks ago with her ex, that her favourite position was to be on top, and that her boobs were 34Ds!! Jess asked him about his favourite position (doggy style), had him describe a fantasy (sex on a beach and in the sea) and wanted to know how often he masturbated (usually most days). 

On the next round Tom decided to bite the bullet and took a dare, giggling Jess thought for a few seconds and dared him to act out a sex position with her. Nervously Tom agreed and carefully hiding his growing erection had her come up on her hands and knees while he pretended to come from behind doggy style. As they lay back down again Jess opted for a dare too. Tom with hardly any hesitation dared her to remove one item of clothing. Jess stuck her tongue out and reaching under the duvet slipped off her PJ shorts. 

After that they had a couple more nervous rounds of truths. Jess had to admit that she too masturbated most days and that she did own a pink "rabbit" vibrator. Whilst Tom described the wildest place he had had sex (behind a small hill in a local park one summers evening) and then embarrassingly for him tell her how big his cock was hard. At 7.5" he wasn't worried about it but he had thought Jess would stick to more simple questions.

Jess was having a hard time controlling her excitement, she knew Tom was an attractive guy but she had always just considered him as a friend. Now though she could hardly control her mind as it pushed forward idea after idea for truths and dares. When Tom chose dare next though, she knew exactly what she wanted and dared him to take off one item of clothing too. Tom looked resigned and slipped off his t-shirt to revealing inch by inch his rugby players physique. Jess could feel the dampness spreading between her legs and wondering how far this was going to go asked for a dare back. 

Tom laughed, "Well if you can check me out I should be able to too" he said "I dare you to take another item off!" 

Jess looked at him, pretending to be annoyed and then had a sudden brain wave, " fine!" she said, and reaching behind her back unhooked her bra, she slid the straps of both arms and pulled it out triumphantly, "taadaaaa!" she flourished and lay back down giggling. 

Tom looked un-impressed but promptly picked a dare again, he was hoping that she would pick dare too and he could get her top off. Jess though had a sudden mental blank; her brain which had been swimming with the greatest ideas for dares was suddenly empty other than daring him to take off his shorts which she didn't think she was quite ready for as it would only lead to her having to strip too. 

Finally she settled on a bit of a cop out and dared him to hell her how turned on he was by the game. But she was happy as his face turned a bright shade of red and he was forced to admit that he was fairly turned on!! 

A few truths followed as both gamely tried to ignore what was probably going to happen next, Tom was made to describe his favourite types of porn, which clearly embarrassed him all the more, and then admit that he had only had sex with 3 girls in his life. Jess though had possibly an even more embarrassing time of it, having to admit that she always swallowed after a blowjob because actually she kind of liked the taste and then describe the drunken threesome she had once had with two guys on Tom's rugby team (which she definitely regretted). It was this last one and the fear of more truths like it that made her pick dare next.

There was a moments silence as they both looked at each other then Tom suddenly smiled "I'm not going to go with the obvious..." he said pausing again "I think I have a more embarrassing one for you!!" 

"Go on..." she replied, "I don't think I'm going to like this!" 

He laughed again "oh I think you will like it, it will just embarrass you... I dare you to masturbate under the duvet for 30 seconds!!!" 

Jess's jaw would have hit the bed if it could; she could barely even think, shy Tom suggesting something like that... "Errrrm I dunno" she finally came out with, 

"CHICKEN!!" teased Tom reaching across as if to tickle her. She tried to fight it a little longer but really Jess was incredibly excited by the idea and was dying to touch herself to relieve a little of her tension, finally she gave up and slowly and obviously slid a hand under the covers and seductively down her tummy, she slipped her fingers gently under the elastic of her French knickers and over her outer lips immediately feeling how soaking wet she was. Staring straight into Tom's eyes and sticking her tongue out again she slipped her finger deeper and gently began to masturbate 

"There!" she said, hardly believing that she was doing it. All too quickly Tom called time and reluctantly Jess stopped.

Tom couldn't believe that she had gone through with it, he had thought that would be the end of the game and in a rush of excitement he chose dare too. Jess looked thoughtful and then decided "I'm short of ideas..." she said "off with the shorts mate!!" 

Tom laughed and reached down to slide them off, staying well under the duvet even though he still had is boxers on. Jess took a truth next and had to admit that she too was really turned on by this game. 

Tom though decided to stick with dares and Jess had to think for a bit before rolling over onto her sTomach, "I want a back rub!" she said, and pushed her face into the pillow "I promise no peeking!" With some difficulty Tom climbed on top of her and began to rub her shoulders. He knew he was good at massages but today he just couldn't focus, it didn't help that he was staying very upright to keep his rock hard cock away from Jess's back and he was quite relieved when she called time and he rolled off catching a glimpse of her gorgeous bum clad in purple French knickers before she pulled the covers back up. 

Jess was torn, she had loved her back rub and had been so excited when a couple of time she felt his erection press into her back, but she knew what he would want next if he chose dare... but she also wasn't ready to stop playing. In an instant she decided "dare!" she said scarcely believing she had done so. 

Tom looked delighted "well I only have one left so you should too!" he teased "loose the top missy!" Jess rolled her eyes and carefully adjusting the duvet reached under to pull up the hem of her top, with a little wriggling she got it off without showing him anything and threw it at him. Tom smiled and immediately asked for another dare. 

Jess decided to dive for the deep end straight away "well I wanked, so you should too!" she said "one whole minute for you though!". Tom didn't need telling twice and his right hand dived beneath the covers, he kept his knees up so Jess couldn't really see what was happening but she could see his muscled arm moving above the duvet. 

Once again the minute was up before either of them expected and Tom moved his arm back above the duvet and popped the question "truth or dare?". Jess went straight for dare; she was really enjoying the game now, but felt the tingling of nervousness at what Tom might get her to do

Tom though had one obvious idea but wanted to save that, he thought hard for a moment then came upon an idea "I dare you..." he said teasingly "to get your pink friend out and demonstrate your blowjob technique on it!". 

Jess had not been expecting that, she had been preparing herself to show her boobs "good one!!" she said, and meant it, it was a good idea and the thought was definitely turning her on even more. Carefully she rolled over and took it out from the drawer by her bed, 

"I can't believe I'm doing this!" she laughed before starting in earnest, first kissing and licking her way down the shaft then beginning to take it all into her mouth. She knew blowjobs were one of her specialities and decided to really show off giving it everything she had and found herself incredibly turned on by the fact that this had been insider her only the night before. Slowly she tapered off though and laid it down beside her.

"Truth or dare?" she shot at Tom 

"Oh errrr dare" he replied "definitely more fun that way!" this had Jess worried, she was really short on ideas... well she wasn't but she was short on ideas that she definitely wanted. Really though she just wasn't quite sure what she wanted! 

"Fine errrrrrr..." she thought 

"Getting hard isn't it!" Tom replied,

Lightening fast as always she bantered back "I don't know you tell me!!" 

"Is that my dare?" He asked laughing. 

After a pause Jess gave in to her desires, "no" she said "I dare you to show me, pull the duvet off yourself and lie still for 10 seconds!" 

Tom gaped at her "are you sure?" he asked, 

She giggled back "yeh it's no different from swimming costumes is it??" 

"Well I suppose... but it is a bit, I mean you know..." he replied 

"The dare stands" she said forcefully "unless you're chicken!" 

"No no... Oh fine!" he replied and reaching up took hold of the top of the duvet, Jess carefully pressed her side down and then nodded at him. Slowly Tom slid the duvet down showing off his hard abs but he paused at the waistband of his boxers, a white pair of Calvin Kleins. 

"Ready!" he asked 

"Ha-ha just do it already!!" she teased, and in a flash he did. 

Jess's eyes followed the duvet down loving the display of chest and when he paused she knew she wanted more. When he whipped the duvet away she couldn't help it and her eyes shot to his boxers. His erection was painfully obvious, straining at the cloth of his boxers, he looked big and she had to stop herself from licking her lips at the sight. Instead she contented herself with memorising every centimetre before he pulled the duvet back up. 

"Times up!" he said winking at her, "like what you saw?" 

"Is that my truth?" she shot back 

"Well truth or dare??" he asked 

"Err ok yeh truth" she said 

"Well did you??" he grinned as he asked

"Yeh it looked good!" she teased sticking her tongue out "you know, good size, nice shape..." but they burst out laughing together after that! 

"Right truth or dare?" she asked when they had calmed down a little, 

"Truth" he said "I need a break!" 

"Ok when was the last time you used that thing?" she responded 

"Ha-ha, by myself or with someone else?" 

"Err both?" 

"Well not counting 5 minutes ago by myself was 2 nights ago aaaaand with someone errrrr about a month!!" 

"Awwwww poor Tommy..." she teased, he just rolled his eyes, 

"Truth or dare??" he asked thinking hard for ideas for both. 

Jess could guess again what was coming but had already decided it was only fair, and was actually really excited at the thought of showing him a bit more "dare please" she said innocently. 

"Well I showed you stuff..." Tom said thoughtfully 

"Soooooooo..." said Jess "ha you're chicken to even dare now!!" 

"I am not" he said "fine I dare you to play the rest of this game with your boobs on show". This was more than Jess had expected, she had thought it would only be a quick flash, but she had antagonised him after all 

"Hmmm ok" she said and without over thinking it too much grabbed the top of the duvet and slipped it down to her tummy.

It was Toms turn to take it all in now as his eyes jumped to her fantastic boobs, they were just the right size, and looked pert and firm above her flat tummy. Her nipples were a gorgeous pink and looked hard as bullets under his stare. 

"Happy now?" she asked "because we need to play on..." 

"Jess..." Tom said "they are amazing!!" 

"Ha-ha I'm glad you like them!" she said playfully reaching up to cup her left breast and tracing her fingers around the nipple "but it's your turn, truth or dare?" 

"Well after you have been so daring how can I choose anything but..." Tom said "dare please!" 

It was Jess's turn to think now, she knew what she wanted to say but wasn't quite ready yet then settled on an idea "well" she said "I think ill repeat an earlier dare, I dare you to act out a sex position with me, and you must kiss one part of my body of your choosing!" 

Tom laughed "oh really" he joked "well in that case we did my favourite so we should do yours, get on top!!" also laughing Jess moved across under the duvet and lifted one leg over Tom until she was straddling his tummy, 

"Hmm that doesn't seem much like a sex position!" teased Tom, 

Jess rolled her eyes "this is supposed to be your dare!" she said, but moved her body slowly down over his until she was straddling his hips but staying clear of him in the centre 

"Better?" she asked 

"Yeh" smiled Tom, "and now for the kiss I guess, errr lean forward!" Jess did and he reached his neck up so that his lips brushed against her right nipple then took it between them in a kiss. It was only quick but it sent an electric shock down her spine and she nearly gasped with the pleasure. Quickly she rolled off, hoping he hadn't noticed her arousal too much and lay back down beside him, her head on one arm, breasts proudly on display.

"My turn?" she asked 

"Yup, truth or dare?" countered Tom. 

"Well i think as you said dares are the most fun" she winked as she said it and he laughed again 

"Fine ok, I'll have to think..." he was in fact full of ideas but didn't want to be the first to take the next step just yet! "Oo I know, so I can remember this even more, I dare you to take a naughty picture on your phone and send it to me!" 

"Ha-ha cheeky" Jess replied "are you not going to remember this anyway??" 

"Yeh, but... you know I'd just like it!" said Tom turning red again 

"Ha-ha relax" Jess was only teasing again, "its ok ill do it!" and she reached for her phone, "it's just what to take..." she wondered aloud, sizing up a couple of angles on the screen. Finally she settled on a view down from her neck, her amazing boobs were in full view and her hand was resting just at the top of her purple lacy knickers, which were poking over the top of the duvet. "There" she said as she sent it to him.

"Niiiice!!" he said when he got to see it for the first time, "I'll be saving that away for a rainy day..." They both laughed again. 

"Right truth or dare>" Jess asked.

"Do you even need to ask at the moment?" Tom joked "dare please!" 

Now Jess had to think but it didn't take long for her to make her mind up, "right time to take the next step Mr., off with those boxers!!" 

Tom had kind of been expecting this and looked at her silently for a second before reaching down and slipping them off, passing them up to her to prove he had done it "ha-ha whoop whoop!!" she pretended to cheer him and keeping the moment silly 

"Right you now" Tom said "truth or dare?"

Jess had already decided she would tease him a bit in this round "truth!" she said sticking her tongue out. Tom had been planning everything on daring her to strip too so now he was a bit stuck, thinking hard he asked her how many guys she had slept with in total. It was Jess's turn to go red now as she tried to add up, "Erm 12 I think she said" looking sheepish "good one to embarrass me" she said suddenly nervous again "truth or dare?" 

Tom took a truth too and had to describe the wildest place he had ever had sex (on a tent in a busy campsite with an ex.) and then it was back to Jess's turn. Her heart was racing as she selected dare and as she expected Tom dared her to lose her knickers, slipping both hands under the cover she carefully slid them off and couldn't resist the temptation to slide a finger over her small hard clit as she did so sending another shudder down her spine. She passed the knickers off her feet and handed them to Tom as he had as proof! 

Tom suddenly laughed and threw them across the room "now you're stuck!" he laughed as Jess looked shocked and then grabbed his boxers and threw them too, 

"So are you and I am going to get you back for starting that, truth or dare?" Tom was still laughing as he chose dare. 

Jess was still smarting from the last truth and him throwing her knickers away and wanted to get him back with a good one, she had a couple of ideas but really wanted something that would either embarrass him or finally make him chicken out. Then a really nasty idea popped into her head 

"Right" she smiled "this will either embarrass you or you will chicken out massively!!"

"Oh god" said Tom, "I know what your mind is like..." 

Jess laughed "well this is right from the depths of it; I dare you to wank for one minute..." 

"Ha but I've done that before!" interrupted Tom 

"Ah" said Jess "let me finish... wank and then get some of your pre-cum and taste it!!"

"Ah nooooooo" cried Tom, "that's horrible, I mean it's almost gay!!" 

"tough!" said Jess "its either that or you're chicken!" she had her stubborn face on, even though she had managed while he was distracted to sneak a hand under the duvet and was very gently playing with herself. 

"Damnit!" said Tom "you are not going to give in on this are you?" 




The Morning After...



"Nope!" she smiled at him 

"Fine!" he said "I guess I'll do it, but only dares from now on?" 

"Ha-ha ok ill take that rule, but we get a veto if it gets too personal, I want to stay friends not be fuck buddies!!" 

Tom agreed and reached under the duvet to wrap his hand around his rock hard cock. The minute of wanking slid by in silence as he gazed at Jess's gorgeous boobs and thought about what was coming. 

"Right Mr." she said smirking "minutes up, let's see if you have the balls!!" Tom felt over the tip of his penis and found a nice glob of precum, he brought it out on his thumb, glistening 

"Do I have to??" he asked 

"Just get on with it scaredy cat, you get to dare me next remember!" and with that encouragement he stuck the end of his thumb in his mouth and sucked his own precum off. Jess grinned as he pulled his thumb back out clean 

"How was it?" she asked 

"I wouldn't make a habit of it" Tom replied sarcastically "now what shall I dare you..." 

Suddenly his eye fell on the pink vibrator still lying where Jess had left it beside her. "Now it's my turn for payback!" he said 

"Mmm I don't like the sound of this!" said Jess though really she would have been up for almost anything at that point 

"Right" Tom started "I dare you to use your vibrator and play with yourself until you cum, we can keep playing but you keep going until you are finished!" 

Jess gawped at him "but then... you know you'll see me..." 

Tom grinned "well are you chicken?" he said, "Have I won??" 

"I didn't realise it was a competition!!" Jess responded "fine you're on!" and she grabbed the vibrator. If she was honest with herself Jess wasn't that worried about the dare, it was going to give her so much relief to cum soon, sitting with her boobs out fooling around with Tom had her incredibly turned on and she had been planning on a long session after he had left. Under the covers she switched on the vibe which made a very quiet hum and using her left hand gradually began to work it up and down her pussy. 

"There" she said "it's going; now i can get you back... what to make you do??" In a way she knew exactly what she wanted and knew that unless she took the step Tom wouldn't have the guts to go for it. So she made her mind up 

"Ok" she said, "this is the last one each because I need to get up and get on with my day..." 

"Ha-ha yeh good point!" Tom responded 

"Right..." she said "well I dare you..." she hesitated 

"Oh are you chickening on yourself??" Tom teased 

"No" she said "I'm just worried you might, I dare you to come fully out from under the covers and wank until you cum too!!!!" Tom just stared at her and she burst out laughing 

"You are definitely going to chicken out on this one!!" she said between giggles. 

He kept staring at her but she noticed his hand had disappeared beneath the covers "no" he said, "I'm not; if you think we should..." 

"Ha-ha Tom we aren't 15, we can do what we want, and right now I dare you to wank in front of me until you cum, if you can't handle it then apparently you lose..." 

"Hmm fine!!" said Tom 

"But if that's what is happening you should know your last dare is to come out from the covers too, and I mean before you finish your last one!!"

Jess smiled again "I thought you might say that" she said "you're on, but no touching, this is just between friends... oh and I dared first so you drop the covers first!!" 

Tom looked at her then smiled "this is the best game ever" he said "are you ready??" 

"Hell yes" Jess replied, "show me what you've been hiding Tommy!!" and slowly he slid the duvet away down his body. For the second time that morning Jess traced the duvet down over his gorgeous abs and then finally as it lifted slightly she found herself staring at his cock. It was just as she had imagined it, big but not too big, nice and thick and topped with a purple head which just looked so inviting "go on..." she managed to get out "play with it for me!!" and Tom reached down with his right hand, grasped it by the base and began to slowly stroke up and down. 

This carried on for about 10 seconds before Tom suddenly stopped "hey this isn't a free show!" he said "now it's your turn!" smiling Jess put her hands on the duvet and shoved it all the way off. Toms eyes were drawn downwards to settle between her legs, Jess kept herself neatly trimmed to just a small landing strip, which mean that legs spread as she lay he could see every detail of her pussy, then she too slid her right hand down and began to toy with herself. 

Tom started stroking again too and soon they were both masturbating furiously Jess with the vibrator buried deep inside of her and Tom with one hand on his cock and the other toying with his balls, both entranced in watching the other. 

Very soon Tom began to feel his orgasm coming on "Jess!" he gasped between strokes "I'm so close!", 

"Me too Tom, lets cum together!" she cried back stifling her moans as she gazed longingly at his gorgeous dick wishing she hadn't made her earlier statement about touching. 

Just at the thought she felt herself begin to cum, she moaned as she felt the powerful impulses flooding through her and suddenly saw Tom stiffen too. Then suddenly he was Cumming, great spurts of cum leaping from his cock onto his muscular torso and she was too panting and moaning and bucking on the bed. 

There was a few moments silence then as they both drank in the last few seconds of each other's bodies 

"That was amazing!" said Jess 

"You're telling me..." was all Tom could reply.



The Morning After?



"Well which one's are your favorite then?" my wife Tanya asked, pushing me away playfully.

"I don't know... maybe the non consent ones."

A few days earlier she'd found where I'd been on the net and had spent most of the time since reading stories.

"I read some of those too," she confessed.

"And?"

"And what?"

"And did you like them?"

"Some of them were ok I guess..."

"Any with more than one man?" I teased and she blushed.

"Well, it's only fantasy! It's not like anything would really happen like that."

"Of course not! I mean there's no way... but what about the ones where the girl would just flash a little bit? You know... just letting other guys get a bit of a look?"

"Hmm... and you'd die if I did something like that," Tanya giggled, getting up and going for more wine.

We were staying in a hotel suite overlooking the moonlit Pacific. It was our first of three nights. I guess we were both a little relaxed. We'd had a bottle of wine with dinner and a few cocktails at the bar.

"I wouldn't die!" I complained. "I'm not sure, but I think I'd like it."

Tanya didn't respond. She studied me curiously for a moment.

I went on carefully. "There have been times you know... like when Rick was staying over last New Year, and when you'd come out after your bath with one of your little nighties on."

"But I never wore anything revealing," Tanya defended, though not vigorously.

"Sure but enough that he caught the occasional flash, either down your front or from between your legs... You noticed didn't you?"

"Well Rick's like a brother. It's not like he's a total stranger or anything!"

"True. But still, I didn't mind him checking you out," I said, holding my wife's steady gaze and lightly touching her knee.

She blushed and her eyes averted as she began toying with her glass. I didn't know exactly where the conversation was heading. We both were of course aware, but we'd never spoken about that one weekend when our friend Rick had stayed over. And not that it was anything significant, it had only been a matter of Tanya's dress code being comfortable and carefree. Only there was definitely the knowledge that Tanya had allowed Rick some liberty and that I knew about it. I guess it was a relief yet a little awkward getting it out there.

"So, have you decided about tomorrow yet?" Tanya asked.

"Thought I might catch a few waves in the morning, but I'll come with you after that if you like." 

"I don't mind going alone. And that way I can take my time instead of having you nag me to hurry up all day."

"I don't nag!" I complained, meeting her smile.

"When we shop, you nag!" she retorted simply.

Next morning the surf was flat but I enjoyed a few hours doing my best. I'd left Tanya sleeping and when I returned to the hotel room it was empty so I found a game on tv and started on the beers I'd lined up for the afternoon. I didn't expect my lovely wife any time soon.

By mid afternoon I'd had enough of the room and strolled down to the bar we'd been to the previous night. There I met up with a guy stopping over between flights and we found a pool table. Arthur was the guy's name. He told me all about his nine children, all under eighteen, as we shot a few games.

Tanya checked in finally. It was getting on dinner time and we arranged to meet in the main restaurant with Arthur agreeing to join us for a meal. Arthur and I were seated and on our second beer. 

"My wife Tanya... meet Arthur, father of nine!" I started as Tanya approached. She had on a new outfit, a sweet little pink fitted dress to mid thigh, modest yet very sexy, one of those ones with no shoulders that seem to defy gravity. She met Arthur with a warm smile and shook his hand as I pulled out her chair.

"Nine children!" Tanya got around to declaring after a few minutes of greetings chat.

"Yes and that's it. I'm in for the snip in a few weeks."

"So how long have you been married? You don't look old enough," Tanya went on.

"Fifteen years, but we had two before that. The first when we were both sixteen."

We chatted while we ate and the conversation moved on to work and vacations then back to family. I guess being only passing acquaintances made openness easy and the subject of fidelity came up.

"Well, not entirely," Arthur was explaining. "It's a bit of a stretch when getting together so young and my wife and I have both strayed a few times... Then again, she's a beautiful woman and I've been away a lot so I've only myself to blame for her part."

"You don't seem too upset," Tanya probed.

"Nor is she... As I said, we were always going to be curious. And at the end of the day we're still together and going strong."

And so the conversation went on through various topics surrounding marriage and fidelity and we even confessed to our shared interest in erotic stories on the net. Arthur was interested. He wasn't really into the internet but he wrote down the web address and laughed about the possibility of getting some private computer time at home.

After desert he excused himself to use the bathroom and Tanya and I made our way into the lounge where there were these incredibly comfortable leather sofas. They were deep and soft and as Tanya sunk into one I stood holding her drink and staring at the little triangle of white I could see between her legs.

She glanced up at me while fiddling with the top of her dress, which was gaping loose across her breasts. "Little white ones..." I smiled, tilting my head to one side and she blushed a little.

"Do you want me to leave my legs uncrossed?" she asked nervously.

"Would you? I definitely want you to!"

"Will he be able to see if he sits over there?"

"Yeah... with your legs straight like that..."

I watched while she settled fixing her dress. She smoothed it beneath herself and tugged it down but still her panties were easily viewed with the seat of the sofa being so low.

Two men walked towards us. They were passing behind the sofa opposite to where she was sitting and I placed our glasses on the small table in front of her and turned to watch them. I didn't make eye contact but I saw that they both looked as they passed by.

"Your first customers," I whispered into her ear as I sat down beside her.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she whispered back to me, her warm little hand slipping within mine.

"I bet Arthur won't be shy about looking," I teased playfully. "And I bet those two guy's will be back too."

"Can you really see that much?"

"And if you'd lean forward we'd see a bit too," I tried but Tanya pushed my head away when I tried to lean in for a look down her front.

Another man had started in our direction and beyond him I saw Arthur at the bar buying more drinks. This man would have been about sixty I suppose. He was walking unsteadily and had obviously had a few. He swaggered along and I nodded as I met his eyes. His eyes then lowered to my wife's legs and her fingers clutched at mine but she didn't look up. The guy stopped and fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette. He swayed unsteadily but his eyes were focused and set. He lit his smoke and kind of lurched around a bit then he almost collapsed into one of the sofas across the walkway.

He was virtually out of site then and Tanya was about to say something to me but Arthur approached with our drinks, his eyes flashing down at her legs as he placed the drinks on the table. "Nice view," he grinned up at us and Tanya went so red she almost caught on fire.

"That's what the old guy thought... is he ok over there?" I asked Arthur.

He checked back over his shoulder. "Yeah. He's fine." His gaze then returned to Tanya's legs and he sat blatantly look down between them.

Tanya watched him with her little fingers squeezing onto mine again.

"This is like trying one of the stories you've been reading is it?" Arthur asked, meeting our eyes then tilting his head for another look. "I don't mind helping out..." he smiled.

Tanya's knees held together. The back of my hand was pressed against her thigh and I could feel her trembling slightly as she turned to me. "Are you ok?" I asked her and I kissed her lips softly.

"I'm ok..." she answered and she glanced across at Arthur again. He was sitting forward in his seat, kind of squatting on the edge of it and leaning up over the little table.

"So, do you actually know the other men your wife's been with Arthur?" I asked.

"Kind of... there's been two that I know of, both neighbors but they've moved since. And one other, which was a friend of her father, but that was when she was only nineteen and she was forced.

"Oh my god she was raped?" Tanya exclaimed.

"Umm... kind of..." Arthur replied with a grin. "Only I didn't find out about it until years later and Lisa confessed to encouraging him. Apparently he used to come around while I was at work and it went on for a few months. We were going through one of those down times I guess. I was sleeping in the spare room and it felt like we were breaking up. The old guy took advantage of the situation I suppose... but the first time he did force her physically. Or so she teases me..." he ended with a chuckle.

Tanya edged forward to exchange her empty wine glass with the fresh one Arthur had bought. Arthur raised his head to have a look down her front and I touched her back, sort of massaging a little and holding her forward. She didn't resist. She peered back at me and smiled lightly. 

"So have you guys ever done this before?" Arthur questioned.

"No, not really..." I answered.

"Not even topless at the beach?"

Tanya shook her head as she peered down at her breasts then back up at Arthur.

"Do you want to lean over a bit more so I can see them properly?" Arthur went on and I checked around to be sure no one was watching.

Tanya edged further forward in her seat and leant over a bit. "Like that?" she uttered nervously.

"Yeah... and nice firm little nipples too..." He was craning his neck and his eyes were wide. "Nothing like getting a look at married tits," he smiled.

I guess I experienced my first doubt, my first little pang of jealousy while Arthur examined them. Tanya's breaths were measured. She was peering up at Arthur's face. She had her hands clasped together around her wine glass, which curled her shoulders forward and accentuated the gaping of her dress a little.

I continued gently massaging her back. Her eyes were glazed and wandered to settle upon the two men from earlier who were again approaching. I found myself touching her shoulder and almost pulling her gently back into the sofa but I didn't. I waited until the two men had viewed her breasts as well. They had slowed and had both deliberately checked her out, one of them even nodding and offering me a smile.

Tanya's body had softened. To my touch she had completely submitted. She virtually slumped back into the sofa with Arthur's attention returning to her legs, which were no longer holding together.

He leant across and touched her knee, moving it aside a little, and I quickly checked again to be sure no one was watching. Tanya sat still and allowed him to examine her panties. She held her wine glass in one hand and pulled at the hem of her dress with the other but she didn't try to close her legs. I kept watch until finally Arthur released her knee and sat back with his beer.

"So how did that feel?" he asked me with a grin. "Letting another man open your wife's legs..."

"I don't know but I might find out later tonight. I'll be sure to think about it when I'm fucking her..."

"When you hope to be!" Tanya corrected, pushing me away playfully.

"What, you're not letting him have a bit tonight?" Arthur chuckled. "Seems a bit unfair..."

"Well, if he behaves himself and stops being crude he might get lucky," Tanya smiled.

"Damn lucky I'd say! I can see how wet you are all ready... the way your little panties are sticking to you. Can just imagine pealing them aside and getting a big juicy load up in there."

"Now who's being crude!"

"Well it's not as if I've got anything to loose is it?"

"Maybe. Maybe not." Tanya laughed.

"So there's a chance of a fuck then?" Arthur went on more seriously and I met his eyes steadily.

"We haven't talked about going that far..."

"Fair enough. And you probably shouldn't either. I mean, as I said Lisa and I have done it but that isn't to say it'd work for you guys... It's an interesting idea though isn't it?" Arthur concluded with his easy smile returning. "I mean, not with me as such, but the idea of watching her get it from some other man..."

"Interesting for me, but I don't know about Tanya," I ventured, lightly as had Arthur.

We both waited and Tanya took a moment to respond. She'd turned to me and I lifted her chin and kissed her but as the kiss ended I saw that Arthur had her legs open again.

He sat back as a couple approached. The woman glanced and the man turned his head to have a look. We waited until they'd passed.

"Is this what you wanted?" Tanya whispered into my ear.

"I'm not sure what I wanted..." I said and I placed my hand over her knee. I don't know who was trembling more.

"Yeah that's it, show me!" Arthur said and I moved my wife's leg aside again.

She didn't resist. She was clinging to my arm and I reached back along her inner-thigh and touched her panties. I could feel her heat and I pealed them aside as she arched up against the back of my fingers. I held them open and watched around while Arthur leant in closer. "Looks inviting," he grinned and I cut my finger through her lips and started slowly working her clit.

"Someone else is coming," Tanya said to me and I quickly smoothed her panties back into place. It was one of the bar staff and he came in and collected the empty glasses. Tanya had crossed her legs that time. We waited until he'd finished and moved on.

An awkward silence followed where Tanya kept her legs crossed and we all sat gazing around. Maybe I'd gone too far...

"Can I just say, that was amazing!" Arthur finally declared.

"Well now I'm just embarrassed," Tanya replied, blushing and fiddling with her glass.

"I think it was amazing too," I offered and Tanya smiled lightly.

"No need to be concerned on my account," Arthur went on warmly and he leant over to pat Tanya's knee. She looked up at him. "I'm just an old pervert who dreams and jacks off over stuff like this... And don't forget you'll never see me again!"

"Do you really?" Tanya grinned.

"Really what?"

"Really jack off?" she pressed.

"Umm... yes! Often!"

"And do you?" she turned on me.

"Me? Umm... yeah, I guess..."

"Well show me!" Tanya went on, grinning at us both.

"Show you what?" Arthur stammered.

"Show me how you jack off. It's my turn..."

"What, here?" I almost pleaded but she just kept grinning and she placed her glass down and sat back folding her arms.

"Come on boys. I want to see how you stroke them!" she went on mercilessly.

I looked to Arthur. He was a bit red in the face and I could feel the heat rising in my own neck. We both checked around and worked our trousers. I was completely flaccid and I stretched it out. Arthur was obviously experiencing the same problem. "Helps if there's something to look at," he grinned at Tanya and she uncrossed her legs and let them stray a little.

I checked around again then looked back to Arthur's cock. It had firmed and Tanya was staring at it. My own cock began to harden and extend and I touched Tanya's thigh and moved it a little further, then I reached back under her dress but as I touched her panties she stopped me and squeezed her legs together. "Ok that's enough now," she said.

I fixed myself back into my trousers but Arthur didn't. He just released his cock and left it standing there with Tanya staring at it. "You like?" he grinned and she immediately blushed and looked to me.

"Do you?" I whispered into her hair.

"Do I what?" she uttered. Her confidence had faded away.

"Do you want him to fuck you?" I breathed into her neck.

Arthur was putting himself away with the approach of another couple along the walkway. "Another beer?" he asked me, and he stood.

"We might go upstairs..." I answered, squeezing Tanya's hand and lifting her with me.

"Oh... ok... well..." Arthur extended his hand.

"Do you want to come up?" I asked him and Tanya dug in behind my shoulder.

Arthur looked to her and then met my eyes again. "Are you sure?"

Tanya walked quietly between us to the elevator. She didn't look up.

I could see the bulge in Arthur's trousers and I was again fully erect myself. Once inside our room we placed Tanya on the couch where she sat peering up at us. I met Arthur's eyes squarely. "I just want you to service her then leave ok!"

"Yeah, sure! But I haven't got a rubber. Is that ok?"

I nodded. My heart was pounding but I just nodded. Arthur turned to my wife. She was sitting there with her dress falling forward and her tits bare. He touched her face and slipped his other hand down her front to feel a tit. "Do you want me to fuck you in that little dress?" he said to her and my heart thumped at my chest. He guided her back and reached beneath to rip her panties from her legs. Her legs splayed and he got between them, freed his cock and thrust it up into her.

Her tits jolted from the top of her dress. He had her wrists pinned above her head and he thrust up into her again. Tanya moaned and writhed up against him. He held firm and let her fuck herself against his shaft. Within a minute she was convulsing. Her entire body was taught and arched up against him pulsing with her contractions. 

Arthur began to move in and out of her. He would withdraw until only the head of his cock held her up from the couch then he would roll his hips and impale her with it. I collapsed back against a chair where I could no longer see my wife. Arthur's body was completely covering her and all I could see was her legs and her stretched open pussy with his cock sliding in and out of it. Juice was seeping from her and dripping down into her anus. His rhythm quickened. His balls were tightening and suddenly he thrust up into her and held firm. Again Tanya was convulsing but this time Arthur also let out a groan and my heart sank at the realization that he was cumming inside of her.

She held him close for a moment, her fingers touching his hips. He lifted his body and his spent cock slurped from within her. It was red and still swollen though soft and it settled between the cheeks of her ass. Their combined fluids dripped from it and had formed a little pool on the hem of her new dress.

He didn't get up off of her right away. He remained supported above her talking softly and casually rubbing his cock into her opening until it firmed enough then he tried to stick it back into her again but it slipped up and over so she arched up and split her lips against it. He speared between her lips a few times, trying to get into her, but the angle was wrong and finally her fingers appeared and guided it in.

I watched my wife being fucked a second time. He pounded her solidly and relentlessly through two more of her orgasms before she collapsed and just laid there for him. Her legs were limp and rocking back and forth upon each of his thrusts. Her fingers had slipped from his hips and gripped the couch. Suddenly he pulled back. His cock was glistening and absolutely solid. He closed his fist around it and lurched up over her, forcing the head into her mouth and crying out as he erupted.

Tanya drank from him. Her soft sweet lips remained pressed over the head of his cock while he pumped his semen into her mouth. He didn't try to force his cock in. He just held it firmly in his fist and milked the last of his cum while her slender neck gulped and accepted the fluid.

I walked out onto the balcony and watched the moonlit waves rolling up onto the sand. After a while Tanya slipped beneath my arm. She was warm and her hair was wet. The sweet aroma of soap and perfume lifted from her. "Are you ok?" she asked softly.



The Morning After



Looking out the window, I watch the sun come up. Smiling, I look next to me and watch Mike; still sound asleep. Snuggling up to Him, I wince. Last night is still on my mind (and my ass). I just can’t believe my incredible luck finding someone so vibrant, so strong, and so masterful. 

Watching Master sleep is so peaceful. His lithe body rising and falling with each breath is like watching the ocean waves breaking on the beach. Not being able to help myself, I lightly trace my fingers down His backside. He raises His ass as my hand moves towards it; it’s as if He knows I’m there, watching Him.

Continuing to brush my hand on His body, I let it rest on His ass. Gently, I bring it between the cheeks, making sure I don’t wake Him up. Carefully I draw circles around His anus, and from the sounds that I hear, He is enjoying it. Not wanting to wake him up just yet, I stop. Watching Mike settle back down, I nudge him. He turns on his back, still asleep. 

In the dawn light, Master looks so peaceful, like an angel. I kiss Him lightly on the mouth, and then brush my hair down the length of His body. Master moans and begins to stir, and not wanting Him up quite yet, I pause. He settles down again, His hardening cock lifting off of His body. Hovering over it, I let my hair fall around it. My hair brushes against His now hard cock. Putting my mouth near him, I gently blow, my warm breath reaching between His legs. Master instinctively rises up as if fucking the air itself. Smiling to myself, I lean over and kiss the top of His cock. Lightly, I trail my tongue down His bulging shaft, tickling his balls as I go. Instinctively Mike opens His legs, exposing everything to me. I position myself between His legs. Naked and wet, I lean forward and take Master’s entire cock into my mouth. Slowly, hungrily, I inhale His cock, my mouth engulfing the entire shaft. Master starts fucking my mouth; His thrusts slow and rhythmic.

Suddenly, I feel a hand grab my hair. Pulling off I look up; Mike is waking up and smiling. I smile back and bury my face into his crotch. My tongue finds it’s way to His anus and I start teasing it; first by drawing circles above it and then by lightly inserting it. Master wraps His hand around my hair tightly and pulls my head into His crotch, forcing my tongue deeper. The deeper my tongue goes inside His ass, the louder Master moans. By now He is completely awake and hard as a rock.

I wrap my hand around Mike’s rock hard cock and begin to pump it as I fuck His ass. Slowly, methodically, I fuck Him. Each time my tongue goes deeper inside His ass reaches higher towards the heavens. By now I am so hot that I am dripping with the excitement that I am giving to my Master. My pussy and ass aches to have Him inside me; wanting, no begging me to put his cock in me. I smile to myself; telling myself no, it’s not time just yet.

Spreading Master’s ass wider, I can finally fuck Him completely. I can feel my entire tongue inside His ass; probing him, fucking him, exploring every inch of Him. My breath is hot and fast, tickling His balls with each breath. Mike’s cock is encased within my hand, which is slowly pumping it. What was once asleep is now alive, awake, and straining to release itself. I stop momentarily and look up; Master is looking at me smiling. He pulls me on top of Him, and in one fast stroke buries his cock deep inside my pussy. My breath catches; feeling His cock fill me, stretching me, must be like being in heaven.

Slowly, we fuck. I rise up just until Master’s cock is almost out, and then lower myself back on top of it. Hotter and faster we fuck, turning the bedroom into a sauna. Sweating and moaning, we pound the bed, each stroke threatening to break the rafters. My body begins to spasm. I don’t want to cum just yet, but it is too late. My pussy pulsates, driving Master to the brink. He too begins to cum, His cock shooting his gift deep inside me. Fulfilled and exhausted we fall to the bed; our sweat mingling with our juices.



The Morning After



This story is the fifth in the Jen and Jason series, which covers the relationship of two college seniors. It would be useful to read part 4 before this one.

Crutches (First time)

Booty Call (NC/Reluctance, and currently highly rated!)

Ride Home (Exhibitionist & Voyeur)

One Night, Two Parties (Erotic Couplings) 

*

Jen awoke with a start, disoriented in the darkness. It took her a panicked moment to realize the arm lying across hers was Jason's, and then the memory of the night before bolted into her mind. Jen swallowed a retch as she recalled people leering at her, Jason manipulating her nude body in front of them. She struggled to sit, pushing his arm off of her. 

"You okay?" he asked groggily as he woke.

"Yeah, fine," she mumbled, wishing he had remained asleep. "I...need to use the bathroom." Jen started feeling around aimlessly in the dark for her dress.

"I'll go too," he whispered and slipped out of bed. Naturally, he seemed to find pants immediately. "You ready?"

"I can't find my dress."

"Here," he offered, draping his dress shirt over her shoulders, "wear this."

Jen complied quietly, her head down, and allowed Jason to take her hand and lead her into the silent hallway. The house seemed quiet and she detected no one as he opened the bathroom door and allowed her in. Mercifully, the bathroom had a little night light. She slipped in and closed the door behind her, stifling a sob with her hand as she found her way to the toilet.

Jen contemplated her predicament. She was practically naked. She had no idea where she was. She had no car. She didn't know what time it was. She didn't even have her phone with her. The closest thing she had to a friend was the man who had essentially raped her in front of a cheering crowd. A tear escaped as she quickly washed up. She looked at herself in the mirror, a ghost in the dim light, and steeled herself. She would just have to make the best of it, playing along with him until she could get back to the safety of campus. She opened the door, passing Jason as he slipped in. Her eyes looked wistfully down the darkened hallway to the stairway, momentarily entertaining the idea of making a run for it. She heard the toilet flush and shook her head. She was completely trapped. 

Jason emerged and took her hand, leading her back into their bedroom. In a quick moment he relieved her of his shirt, and she was too exhausted physically, spiritually and emotionally to object. Moments later he joined her on the bed, also naked, and pulled her into a spooning position.

"You want to take off now or sleep more?" he whispered into her ear.

Jen was too spent to answer and offered only a feeble shrug in response. A wave of revulsion swept over her as she felt his...thing...pressing against her bare bottom. She tried unsuccessfully to move to away from it, but the bed was too small and she gave up. Moments later, she became aware of his peaceful breathing and realized he was asleep. Jen fought a bout of nausea and stared out into the empty blackness with sightless eyes. She felt absolutely filthy and was disgusted with what he had done to her. All she wanted was to get away from him, to get a shower and hide in the safety of her own bed for the rest of her life. 

Something soft was stroking her arm. Jen slowly began to awaken, remaining in the state just below alertness. Jason was lightly stroking her arm. She willed herself to stay semi-conscious, unable to face him. A light kiss on the nape of her neck caused her to twitch, eliciting a chuckle from him. She could feel the soft heat of his body enveloping her. She heard him inhale her hair deeply as his fingers gently wandered her body. Worse, she could feel him start to stir against her. Jen refused to allow her mind to wake, remaining limp and somnolent to his advances. Her mind drifted, imagining this was a lover and not Jason, trying to stay calm. He seemed willing to take his time, his hand lingering all over her body. Occasional kisses fell on her neck and shoulders, his soft breath in her ear. 

Jason shifted, allowing more access for his hand, and brought his cheek next to hers. She felt the roughness of his stubble press against her as he kissed her sideways. Foolishly, she offered no resistance as he pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it gently, gently rubbing his face against it. She realized her mistake when his hand slipped down her arm and cupped a now defenseless breast, causing her to flinch. Jen tried to stay in her dream state even as her arm fell and essentially trapped his hand on her boob. He was unhurried, gently squeezing her breast. He rose up on an elbow, his other hand stroking her hair, and she felt him growing harder against her.

Jason shifted again, rolling her passive body on to her back. His lips found her neck again, and he began leaving a slow and leisurely trail of kisses down her body. Some kisses were chaste, sometimes he brushed her delicate skin with his stubble, sometimes his tongue slipped out to taste her, causing her to spasm. She turned softly and winced into her knuckle as she tried to stem the rising tide of arousal in her body. A mantra arose in her head,  I don't want this, repeating over and over to give her strength. His tongue ran up her sternum and Jen couldn't resist a whimper. 

His unhurried kisses resumed, falling on the sensitive underside of her breast, moving teasingly at a slow pace. Jen now had her whole knuckle in her mouth, trying desperately to stay silent. Minutes later she felt his hot breath on her hardening nipple. Oh God, she heard herself hiss and she arched her back, seeking contact. His lips descended on her breast instead, and she placed a weak hand on his shoulder and shook as his tongue snaked out again. His attention turned to her other breast, his hot breath lingering as she started to squirm, her breathing now clearly audible in the otherwise silent room. His tongue darted out again, leaving a searing line across the bottom of her breast. Jen fought the desire to beg, trying to hold on to the last vestiges of her resistance. Instead, her hand reached down to hold his head and pull him to her. 

Jason gave a wicked chuckle and kept his head still, allowing her increasingly desperate hand to struggle uselessly against him. Finally, his hand drifted to hers and pulled it off, placing it back beside her head. Please, she whimpered. Suddenly his mouth was completely around her nipple, touching nothing but her breast, as his sucked it up, his devilish tongue staying hidden in his mouth. Both his hands were on her wrists, pinning them to the bed. He slowly lifted up, increasing the vacuum, causing her to arch with him until her breast released with an audible pop.

Jason released her hands and she moved to hold him again, but he slammed them back to the mattress in a clear demand. His hands drifted down to encircle her breasts, cupping them up for his pleasure. His evil tongue began a dance all around her throbbing nipples, coming close but never completing the act. Her entire body shook as his tongue finally flicked her nipple. Seizing it gently between his teeth, he proceeded to flick it with his tongue. Moments later, the finger on his other hand began stimulating her other nipple. 

Jen's foot curled around his leg, trying to pull him into her. His mouth detached from her breast and he kissed her again on her ribcage. Moving ever so slowly, he worked his way down to her belly, and then her hip, and then kissed his way to her thigh. Suddenly his hands gripped her behind her knees and lifted them up, opening her most private place to him. His enticing kisses fell on her inner thighs, interspersed with his hot breath between her legs. 

The tip of his tongue touched her first, just a teasing attack on her center before his attention returned to her legs. She reached down to hold his head, trying to guide him into place. Her hands pulled uselessly for a few moments before he took possession of them and placed them under her knees, forcing her to hold herself open to him and freeing his hands to roam. His first lick up her slit was as unexpected as it was intense, a quick, firm stroke of his tongue that elicited a yelp from her. His hands found her breasts and took custody of them, followed moments later by his mouth descending on her clit. 

His mouth began to work on her as only he could, his evil tongue doing things to her pussy that she couldn't fathom. He inserted a finger into her and began pumping it in and out slowly as he licked her. Her climax arrived suddenly as she came on his face, jaw clenched, trying to hold down her moans. She released her knees and grabbed his hair as he sucked her through her orgasm until finally she could bear no more. She pushed him off and then pulled him up to her. His tongue dove into her mouth and they battled in lust, his erection rubbing slowly on her thigh. She thought he tasted like passion unrestrained, seasoned with her own juices. His kisses fell on her lips, on her eyes, on her cheek, rapid and insistent, and she returned them in kind. Their lips locked and she gave herself to him. 

Jen's hands gripped his shoulders, begging him to rise on her, as her legs wrapped around his waist to bring him in. With a swivel of his hips he lined up and mounted her fully, eliciting a soft moan. His motions were slow and deliberate, seemingly out of sync with the fire of their kisses. Jen rocked her body against him, feeding her own arousal, growing more eager with each passing minute. 

Jason finally broke their kiss and pressed his cheek against hers. She could feel his face break into a smile.

"You little vixen," he hissed into her ear. "I see what you're doing."

His measured pace remained unchanged as Jen looked to him in the darkness.

"You think you're pretty smart, don't you?" he whispered with a grin. "That's a neat little stunt," he added with a peck to her cheek.

"What are you talking about?" she finally asked.

"What are we doing, dollface?"

"Um, having sex?"

"Yeah," he agreed, and timed his slow words with equally slow strokes. "Having sex," he paused. "Missionary position," another pause. "Under the covers," a pause with a kiss. "In the dark," he grinned, allowing the words to sink in. "As if I was your boyfriend."

Jen opened her mouth to argue, but wasn't quite sure what to say. Having sex was his idea, not hers, and he had made it perfectly clear he was not going to be her boyfriend. 

"We can't have that can we," he chuckled and pecked her confused lips.

Jason wrapped his arms around her back and twisted. She found herself astride him, her face cheek to cheek with his. His reached out and flicked on the lamp and he kissed her again. Jen took control of their tryst and started rocking her hips on him. He finally broke their kiss and pushed her up. Jen looked down at him His face was smiling and handsome as he adored her. His hand rose and softly cupped her cheek, and she turned to kiss his thumb.

"Why would you be so cruel, Jen?" he sighed as he caressed her face. She looked at him askew, his eyes soft as he stared into hers.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Why would you deny your boyfriend the joy of seeing your face?" Jen shrugged at him. "When he feels closest to you, when he is at his most tender, why would you withhold the pleasure of your beautiful face?"

The passionate tone in his voice pierced her soul, as if he was making a confession. Jen lunged forward and kissed him as an orgasm exploded through her body. Her hips picked up their pace as she came, driving her through her climax as his powerful arms embraced her tightly. The throes ebbed and her hips slowed to a more even pace as she kissed him. He pushed her up again and smiled softly at her face as she rode him. Her eyes held his for long, silent minutes, their labored breathing the only sounds in the room. 

A tremor ran through his face and his hand drifted down to grip her hips. Moments later his face trembled again as he tightened.

"Kiss me," he begged.

Jen dropped her lips to his and dove into a kiss as she felt him stiffen inside of her. His hips started to slam into her and she orgasmed again as he came, a hand crushing her lips against his. Spent, her head slid off of his to lay cheek to cheek as they caught their breath.

"Jennifer," he sighed, his fingers gently stroking her spine as he slowly softened in her. 

Jen gently rubbed her head against his shoulder, at peace, and held back three little words that she knew would change their relationship forever. The moment seemed to last, them laying together in post-coital bliss, pressed so close she could feel his heart beat. A door opened down the hall and Jen watched their door as a pair of footsteps passed. 

"You want to get going?" Jason whispered as he kissed her shoulder.

Jen nodded silently. "Yeah, we should," she finally answered, but neither one made a move. 

Eventually Jason slid her hips off of his. He turned, and they lay face to face on their sides, kissing. His hand drifted to her hair, clearing imaginary strands from her face.

"Alright, let's go," he finally said. 

They sat in unison and started to find their clothes. 

"God, I need a shower," Jen observed absently as she spied her dress. 

"Take one," Jason suggested as he threw on his shirt.

"Oh, no, I couldn't."

"It's fine, that is a guest bathroom. It'll be fine."

Jen looked at him as she struggled to close the clasp on her dress. His eyes were on her. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked as she straightened her dress.

"You know perfectly well why I am looking at you like that."

Jason stepped to her with a smile and kissed her softly, his tongue parting her lips for a few tender moments. He finally pulled away with a wicked grin, twinkling eyes in hers, and stuffed something in the back of her dress.

"Calm down, big boy, we're heading out, right?" she grinned.

"Yeah. Or I could head...in and out."

"Pervert," she retorted as she recovered the item he had placed in her dress. She held them out and her eyes widened to see her missing panties.

"But...how? Where did these come from? You said you gave them to somebody..."

"Dollface," he smirked, "You shouldn't believe everything I say."

She met his grin with hers as she shook her head. Jason stepped forward to embrace her again before turning her. They faced the mirror together, Jen wrapped in his arms for a few minutes of silence. With a kiss to the top of her head, he turned and led her out to the bathroom. 

"Towels are right here, don't take too long," he said and left her with a kiss.

Jen took a quick shower, keeping her hair dry, her heart singing as she washed away the evidence of their love making. She had almost finished drying off when she heard a knock on the door. 

"Can I come in?" a woman asked. 

"I'm just drying off," she replied.

The door opened anyway, and Jen quickly stood and wrapped herself in the towel. The girl who had challenged her last night slipped in, her face lethally serious. She locked eyes with Jen and stood silently for a moment.

"Are you okay?" she finally asked softly.

"Um, yeah?" Jen replied, a little confused.

The girl appraised her quietly for a few moments. "Okay," she nodded, and let herself out. 

Jen's shook her head in bewilderment and finished dressing, carrying her heels as she left the bathroom to go downstairs. A guy was collecting cups and didn't notice her immediately. As Jen reached the bottom of the stairs, she looked to the kitchen. In it, she saw the girl, obviously angry, jabbing her finger forcefully at Jason, who was leaning casually on the counter. Something caught his eye, and he turned to her.

"Here she is," he beamed as he turned to her.

The other guy stood and noticed her and offered a good morning. Jason embraced her and then turned them to the other girl.

"Jen, this is my sister, Annie, and her husband Jeff."

"Oh, hi, nice to meet you," Jen smiled, holding out her hand.

Annie shook it politely and nodded with a forced grin.

"Okay, bye!" Jason offered and led Jen out to the car.

The drive to campus was remarkably quick, as early on Sunday meant the interstate was clear and fast. Jen slipped on her heels and Jason escorted her into the elevator of her dorm, her hand in his. Jen smiled contently and rubbed her head against his shoulder. Jason leaned in and kissed her again. 

"I'm really quite sore," she commented absently.

"Hmmm," Jason grinned. "Guess I'll have to do you in the ass."

"Ew, gross! No way!" Jen shook her head in disgust.

In an instant he slammed her up against wall of the elevator, his mouth on hers, his savage tongue attacking her, her toes barely touching the floor. The elevator slowed and he pulled away with hungry eyes.

"Damn, you know how to turn me on," he growled.

The elevator door opened and he slowly backed up, his eyes locked into hers. 

"Jason, that's freaking disgusting and we're not going to do it," she hissed, not wanting her dorm mates to hear.

Jen's protest seemed to have no effect on him, the lust in his eyes clearly visible to her. Nonetheless, there was no way she was going to let him do that, it was revolting. They walked the few steps to her door in silence, a weird tension suddenly between them. Jason turned her and kissed her again, ignoring her dorm mates walking down the hall. His kiss was passionate, the hands around her waist strong and demanding. He finally broke their kiss and stood forehead to forehead with her. 

"Thanks for asking me out," she grinned shyly. "I'll call you later?" 

A smile formed on Jason's face. "Su...," he started before catching the word in his throat. The smile left his face and he glanced down. When his eyes returned to hers they were harder. "You know the rules, dollface," he stated quietly. 

The smile slowly left Jen's face as she considered his response. "Okay," she nodded in a barely audible whisper and flinched a smile as she waved, entered her room, and gently shut the door. 



The Morning After



Marilee groaned softly as she woke up. Her head hurt and her back hurt. She opened her eyes in stages to a sunlit view of her hands and a white wrinkled sheet. There was an empty wine bottle just past her left hand and her right hand had a fist full of sheet. She groaned again as she realized that just her arms, head, and shoulders were on the bed. She was on her knees next to the bed, with her back dipped down.

Now she had some idea of why her back hurt. She looked farther than her hands and saw a jumble of pillows and an unfamiliar wall. Looking across the bed, it looked well used, the top sheet was all tangled up, and the bottom fitted one partially off the mattress. Then her eyes locked onto a second bed in much the same shape as the one she was resting against.

She groaned even louder than before as she pushed up on her elbows. The wine bottle explained the pain in her head. It was the mother of all hangovers. She did not drink much and this was the very reason why. Her hangovers always hurt too much. She lowered her forehead back to the bed and sighed as the stretch on her neck muscles seemed to push the pain away some.

Marilee held her head still and flexed her back up and down. Her eyes popped open and she looked at the bare breasts pointing down by the side of the bed. Where was her red party dress? She had bought it special for New Years Eve. Between her breasts, she could see her panties down around her knees. She shifted her hips from side to side and groaned as she realized two things. One, she was naked and two she had that very well fucked feeling between her thighs.

Slowly she moved backwards, her eyes locked on the gauzy panties stretched between her knees. Then a red high heel by her left knee distracted her as she wondered where the other one was. Those had been expensive shoes for her. Then as she moved farther back, she felt the toe of a high heel move on her right foot. She whimpered softly as the shoe put pressure on her toes. She turned her foot outward like the other one and raised her head and upper body a little higher.

Her eyes moved back to the panties and then came up to her sex. The outer lips looked red and swollen and her clit was well above her inner lips and looked swollen and raw. She groaned as she tried to remember what she had done and who she had done for that matter. Then she remembered the older man she had met at the club around the corner from her apartment.

She had been sitting at the corner of the bar with a glass of wine when he came in. He was tall, dark, and very handsome in an older sort of way. That he wore a tuxedo in that little corner bar that rarely ever saw a suit was enough to make her smile. He had sat down on the stool next to her with a smile and a nod. 

Marilee ran a hand over her breasts. Her nipples were sore. She shivered as she rolled one around with her fingertip. They felt like they had been licked and sucked for hours. There was even the start of a finger bruise here and there she realized as she watched her hand move over them a moment later.

Her eyes darted to one hip and then the other. There were finger bruises there also. She groaned and then shivered. Yeah, she had been well fucked for sure, hard and deep from the looks of those marks. There were also shiny streaks running down the inside of her thighs. Hers or his, she wondered suddenly and shivered hard as she leaned back over to rest her elbows and head on the bed.

When Marilee licked her dry lips, her eyes flew open in surprise. She licked her lips again and the licked down toward her chin. She groaned and then whimpered as she licked her lips again. She could taste her pussy and the salty taste of semen mixed on her lips and just pussy down toward her chin. What the hell had she done and with whom?

There was a soft groan from across the room and Marilee looked that way. A moment later, a tousled blonde head appeared on the far side of the other bed. Then arms appeared and naked boobs as the blonde crawled halfway up on the bed. She collapsed there and sighed deeply. A moment later, she whispered loud enough for Marilee to hear, "What a way to start a New Year."

"Hangovers are a bitch," Marilee replied in a hoarse whisper.

The blonde pushed up on her elbows and looked at Marilee. "What hangover? I was referring to all the orgasms I had last night. I lost count early and then I ended up in the middle of the bed with a mouth on each nipple, a tongue on my clit and a big dick up my ass. After that, it was just one big orgasm that never seemed to end."

Marilee groaned and laid her forehead against the cool sheet. "I... uh... don't remember much about last night. An older man early and that's about it."

"Oh hey, you're the new girl with Roy. You're the one that stuffed her pussy in my face when I started yelling as I came." She paused to chuckle. "A mighty fine tasting pussy it was. It sure made me quit yelling. Of course, once I started licking, someone had to stuff a dick in your mouth to shut you up."

Marilee's head jerked up and her eyes were wide as she stammered, "I... uh... you... uh...."

The blonde laughed. "I think every woman here last night ended up with a pussy on her face at one time or another and several different dicks in her mouth. I know I had at least a half dozen in mine. I have an oral fetish that goes both ways."

"But... but... but...." Marilee sputtered. "I don't do women, I only do men, and I'm very selective about that."

The blonde giggled and shook her head. "Not anymore. The last I remember see of you, you were about where you are now. Old Roy was pounding you from the back and your face was planted in Connie's sweet little treat. You must have been doing something right because I had to sit on her face to shut her up."

"No fucking way!" Marilee protested hotly.

The blonde giggled again. "That tongue of yours was dancing over her clit like you had done it all your life. And then when her hips rose up as she came, you unrolled one of the longest tongues I had ever seen and jammed it as far up her pussy as you could get it. Connie went to yelling even with my pussy on her face."

Marilee looked at the woman with her mouth open. She had a long tongue but she had never--. 

"I even considered giving it a try myself but I got distracted by David's long skinny dick getting stuff down my throat."

Marilee moaned and whispered, "I don't remember a damned thing."

"Oh don't worry, John and his bunch were here filming everything. I'll get you a copy. I'm pretty sure Roy has your address. He's good about things like that."

Marilee stared at the blonde with her mouth open and her eyes wide. Someone had filmed everything, kept running in a loop around and around in her mind. 

Finally the loop was interrupted as she blonde asked, "Hey, do you want something for that hangover. I'm pretty sure there are aspirins in the bathroom. If Roy is still around, he makes one mean hangover remedy."

"Around?" Marilee asked. "Exactly where am I?"

The blonde giggled. "New Orleans, silly."

"What!" Marilee yelled and then groaned as the top of her head tried to come off.

"Where did you think you were?" The blonde asked with a serious expression.

"Uh, not New Orleans. Uh, farther north and west," Marilee said cryptically.

"Yeah, that big old plane of Roy's does get around. Last year we had the New Years Eve party in Paris. He flew about fifteen or twenty of us over there."

"How did you all get home?"

"Roy flew us all back. That is except Connie. She was the new girl last year. She missed the plane so he sent her a boat ticket."

"A boat ticket?" Marilee asked in surprise.

"Yeah, it was an around the world cruise, all expenses paid. If I had known that, I would have missed the plane also."

"No shit!" Marilee whispered and then looked around as she heard footsteps behind her. The older man was approaching her. She assumed he was Roy. He had her red dress over one arm and her purse in that hand. In the other hand, he had a tall glass with what looked like tomato juice in it.

"I have a feeling you're going to need this," he said in a deep voice as he held the glass out toward her.

Marilee turned sideways and nearly fell over. She righted herself and then crawled farther up on the bed. Her panties limited the distance she could move her knees. 

"Hey, there's where your panties went and your shoes too. I was looking all over for them."

With a groan, Marilee turned a little sideways and reached for the glass he still held out. She had a million questions but she was suddenly thirsty beyond belief. She chugged down about half the glass and then lowered. 

"Drink it all," Roy said. "Otherwise you don't get the full effect."

Marilee was looking at the blonde as he spoke and she nodded. "Do as he says."

"Good Morning to you, Frenchie," Roy said with a nod in her direction. "How's your head?"

Frenchie giggled and replied, "My heads fine but the rest of me feels like it was run over by a truck."

"Good sex and lots of it has that effect," Roy said with a grin. "And from what I saw, you got your fair share and then some."

With a grin, she nodded and replied, "I was doing good until I ended up in the middle of the bed. Then all bets were off. Too many hands, lips, mouths, tongues, pussies, and dicks. I went up in flames, as the saying goes."

Roy chuckled. "Yeah, I saw part of that. Our little newbie here was riding your face like a pro."

Marilee groaned and Frenchie laughed. "She doesn't remember much about last night. Maybe you should show here the movies on the flight home."

With a frown, Marilee rolled over so she could see Roy and held out the empty glass. "You brought me to an orgy?" She asked accusingly.

Roy laid her purse and dress on the end of the bed. "You agreed to come after I made the invitation."

"You just picked out any girl in a bar and invited her to an orgy in New Orleans of all places and she accepted just like that?"

Roy looked from her to Frenchie and then back. "You really don't remember anything do you?"

"What should I remember?" Marilee said hotly. "Should I remember a bunch of strangers screwing me silly or maybe some woman I don't even know stuffing her pussy in my face."

"Uh, honey, Connie didn't stuff her pussy in your face. You stuffed your face in her pussy," Frenchie said slowly.

"Connie was sitting on the side of the bed where you are now, twisted around watching the couple behind her when you came in the room. You had your panties down around your knees like you had had them most of the night and your heels back on. That's when I noticed the Champaign bottle in your hand. I went to take it away from you but you tossed it on the bed next to Connie and dived head first between her thighs," Roy said. 

Frenchie giggled. "Talk about your shocked looks. Connie had one for sure. Then she kind of melted back on the bed."

Roy chuckled. "And later you did your duty in keep in the noise level down."

"Well, I'm greedy that way," Frenchie said with a wink. "You didn't waste any time taking advantage of someone's upturned ass, as I remember correctly."

Roy laughed. "What can I say, I'm a sucker for a well turned ass." Looking at Marilee he added, "And you do have one fine ass."

Marilee groaned and lay back down on the bed. 

Roy laid her purse and dress down on the foot of the bed, and walked behind Marilee to place the glass on the bedside table. His eyes were on Marilee's ass as he passed by. "Yes, one very fine ass," he whispered.

He walked around the ends of the beds and leaned over to kiss Frenchie gently on the lips. "You two need to hit the shower. Everyone else is about ready to head home."

Frenchie slowly got to her feet and groaned as she worked her shoulders, hips, and back. "Make that two trucks," she said with another groan. 

Roy laughed and slapped her lightly on the ass. "Like I said, it's your own fault for being so greedy."

Frenchie looked at Marilee and grinned. "Want to share a shower with me? I give great back rubs."

Marilee looked at Roy and shook her head. "I've still got some unanswered questions and I intend to get the answers."

Roy looked at Frenchie and said, "You go on. I think I need to dig myself out of a hole."

Frenchie grinned and shifted her hips subtly. "I feel a little used and abused but if you need another one to crawl into, I'll give it a shot."

Roy chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind."

Still grinning, she turned and walked toward the bathroom door, her hips swiveling and swaying provocatively. Roy and Marilee both watched her until she was out of sight.

Roy sighed and turned toward Marilee. "You were not picked up at random," he said as he sat down on the foot of the bed she was laying on. "I explained it all that night at the bar."

"That night? It wasn't last night?" Marilee asked with a start.

"No, it was night before last." He replied and then went on, "I had seen you several times where you work when I came in to see the owner."

Marilee studied the man sitting in front of her. She did not remember seeing him at work and she was the secretary for the owner of the company. "I don't remember you and I make all of Paul's appointments."

"That's because I only do business with the CEO's and the chairmen of the board. Paul runs the company but his dad Peter owns it and Peter handles all my business personally."

Marilee's eyes grew wide. She had only seen Peter one time as he walked directly into Paul's office. She had protested as he did but he waved her away and then Paul had waved her away. Later, Paul had explained who Peter was and apologized for not forewarning her.

Roy smiled. "So you have encountered Peter. He's not that nice of a guy but when you spend the money I do, he gets real nice in a hurry."

Marilee's eyes narrowed. "So you're a rich man who thinks he can have anything and anyone he wants," she said sharply.

"Yes, I'm rich and yes, I wanted you, but the choice was yours. I told you about the party and gave you the invitation with your name on it dated several months ago so you would know it was not just a pickup line. I even told you that there would be an even more intimate party later on but you did not have to attend unless you wanted to."

He paused and reached for her purse. He opened it, pulled out an engraved envelope, and handed it to her. "Here is the invitation," he said as he held it out to her.

Marilee took the envelope and opened it. It was just what he said, a three day invitation to a party in New Orleans. It had her name on it, her full name.

When she looked at him, Roy smiles and said, "I asked some questions of Paul. I also arranged for you to have some time off with pay if you needed it after the party."

"Uh, why is that?" Marilee asked with a confused look.

"After I drop everyone off, I have some business in Australia. It's summer down there and I thought you might enjoy the trip and being able to wear a bikini in January. Denver will be snowed in and freezing."

Marilee shivered. That was the main thing she hated about Denver. She was from South Georgia and they got very little in the way of snow. She was always freezing during the winter in Denver. "That sounds, uh, interesting," she whispered.

"Take him up on his offer," Frenchie said from the bathroom doorway. "You're only the second person I've ever heard of him inviting anywhere other than our get-togethers."

"Hey, I needed a good pilot and John is one of the best," Roy said looking around at Frenchie.

"Are you going to offer her a job?" Frenchie asked with a grin.

"Maybe," Roy replied and then looked at Marilee. "My personal secretary got married and retired a few months ago. I had not been looking for a replacement until I heard about you. Paul might be sorry for opening his big mouth and bragging on you like he did."

Marilee's mouth dropped open and Frenchie laughed. "Shocker huh."

"I... uh... I...." Marilee stammered as she looked at Roy. Finally, she got out, "I do my best but...."

"Your butt don't hurt in a job interview with Roy, he loves it. I can see it in his eyes," Frenchie said with a grin.

Roy looked at Frenchie. "Quit doing me favors, will ya. You'll scare her away before I have a chance to see if she is a good girl Friday or not."

"Since you're the only one who made it with her, I thought it would be a done deal," Frenchie said and winked at Marilee.

"Only one?" Marilee asked with a surprised look. "I feel like I was fucked by everyone several times."

"Nope, just him," Frenchie said with a grin. "That is except for that one time you tried to jam David's long slender dick up your ass but that's nothing new. I think every woman in our group has tried that at one time or another. Some several times, like me."

Marilee groaned and laid her head down on the sheet. "I wish I could remember last night," she whispered softly.

Roy chuckled. "I'll arrange a private screening of it for you after we let everyone off the plane."

Marilee quickly looked up at Roy and asked, "Just you?"

Frenchie giggled. "Wait until you get him out of those jeans, your eyes will bug out."

Roy gave Frenchie a hard look. "Don't you have some clothes to find?"

She laughed and walked over to bend at the waist and kiss him on the cheek. "If I can't find them, I'll just ride home the way I am."

"And you nipples and ass will crack and fall off when we drop you at the airport in Toronto," Roy replied with a grin.

"Hey my long coat and over boots are still on the plane," she said with a wink. She looked at Marilee and blew her a kiss. "I'll see you later I hope."

Marilee nodded and then watched as she walked across the room and out the door. When Frenchie was out of site, she whispered, "My God that woman has the most erotic walk I think I have ever seen."

"You should see her dance. In her younger days, she was one of the top ballerinas in the world," Roy said, still looking at the doorway. Then he gave a shiver and looked at Marilee. "Your turn in the shower. We have places to go and people to deliver, so chop-chop."

Marilee chuckled and pushed up with her arms and then slowly stood up. She wiggled her knees and felt her panties hit the top of her feet. Stepping out of them, she realized that her head did not hurt anymore. She stepped back and bent at the waist to pick them up. Even straightening back up quickly did not make her head hurt.

"That hangover remedy of yours works miracles," she said as she tossed the panties on the bed. Then she asked a question that had bugged her. "Why did I keep my panties on around my knees?"

"Something about not wanting to be completely naked and something else about being able to put up the shields if you felt threatened. I think the second was some kind of Star Trek reference."

Marilee almost giggled. "I was something of a geek and Star Trek fan in my younger days."

"I figured as much," Roy said standing up.

He came around the end of the bed, took Marilee's hand, and led her over to the bathroom door. Then he stepped aside and motioned her inside with a flourish of his right hand. This time Marilee did giggle as she walked through the doorway. "Thank you, kind sir," she said formally.

Roy swatted her on the ass lightly and said, "Never call me sir. I've never been, nor will I ever be knighted."

Marilee gave him a funny look and he laughed. A moment later, he said, "I pissed off the Queen too many times in my younger days."

"Of England?" Marilee asked with big eyes.

"Do you know of another one?" He asked with a grin. Then he turned away and walked across the bedroom to the door. He blew her a kiss and walked out.

Marilee shook her head slowly as she stared at the vacant doorway. "What have I gotten myself into?" she asked as she turned around and headed for the shower. "Whatever it is, it sounds like it's going to be one hell of a ride."




The Morning After



Then she grinned and opened the shower door. 

*****

Marilee walked down the hall from the bedroom. She had the red dress and high heels on and her damp hair combed back. She had rinsed out her panties and used the blow dryer on them. They were folded up in her purse. At the door of the living room of the old house they were in, she paused and looked around at the dozen people there. It was an interesting looking group.

She only really knew two of them. Roy was standing near the front door talking to two men and a woman and Frenchie was leaning against the wall to her left. She was now wearing a tight fitting knit dress that clung to her curves and breasts. There was obviously nothing but her under it. Marilee moved that way and leaned on the wall next to her.

"Red looks good on you," Frenchie said with a smile as her eyes wandered up and down Marilee's body.

"Thank you," Marilee replied and then grinned as she ran her eyes up and down Frenchie's body. "That dress doesn't hide much does it?"

Frenchie grinned and whispered, "Who wants to hide anything? If ya got it, flaunt it."

Marilee chuckled but before she could reply, Roy turned toward the room and said, "It's time to go."

Everyone stood up and headed for the door. As they filed out, Frenchie and Marilee fell into the rear of the line. As Marilee passed Roy, he slipped his arm around her waist and followed her outside. The weather was warm and humid, so different from cold, snowy Denver. 

People were getting into three cars as Roy escorted her to a fourth. A young looking redhead was getting into the front seat as they got into the rear. As they got settled, the redhead turned and looked at Marilee. "Hi, I'm Connie."

Marilee froze for a second and then whispered, "I... uh... don't remember much of the last couple of days."

Connie giggled and whispered, "I remember everything so...."

A large man got in on the driver's side and started the car. "John has the plane serviced and the flight plans filed. We can get airborne as soon as we get to the airport."

"Good," Roy said. "Let get this circus on the road."

Connie giggled and turned around in her seat.

*****

At the airport, the car Marilee was riding in went straight to a private terminal and stopped next to a medium sized twin-engine jet. As they got out, she wondered where the other cars were. When she asked Roy, he replied, "They're rentals. Everyone should be along shortly. We can go ahead and board, if you'd like."

They followed Connie across the apron and then followed her up a set of portable steps. She had on a very short tight black skirt and a yellow silk blouse. She had on short heels and her hair was pinned up. It was an odd outfit for party clothes.

By the time they got inside, Connie was nowhere in sight. Marilee looked up and down the cabin and asked, "Where did she go?"

"She's probably getting the galley squared away and making sure everything got loaded," Roy said and then grinned. "She's part of my fight crew."

Marilee blushed as she realized that if she took the job with Roy if he offered it, they would be traveling together. "She... uh. She's the one that I... uh."

Roy chuckled and nodded. "The one and only one."

Marilee groaned and shook her head. "I can't believe I actually did that. I've never...." She let the sentence hang.

"There's a first time for everything," Roy said as he escorted her to a pair of seats toward the back wall. 

The back wall had a door in it. A regular door, not the kind on the side of the plane. She looked forward and the part she could see only look like half of what she saw outside. "What's back there?" She asked even though she had an idea.

"My office and my bedroom," Roy said with a grin. "I live on this damned plane six or seven months of the year. Our four little parties and a couple of vacations are about all the time I take off."

"You have four of these parties?"

"New Years, Valentines, 4th of July, and Halloween," he replied with a grin. "Maybe you'll be a little more sober for the next one."

Marilee groaned. "I don't normally drink more than a glass or two of wine."

"How about Champaign?"

"I... uh.... I was going to say I had never had it but then I remembered you saying something about taking it away from me. That and the Champaign bottle on the bed."

Roy grinned. "You fell in love or rather lust with the stuff after the first sip."

"With a morning after like this one, I'm breaking it off," Marilee said with a grin. "Spank my bottom if I even look at another glass of that stuff."

"It would be my pleasure," Roy said with a wink as he stood up. The rest of the group had arrived and were filing in. He went forward to check on everyone and to get the plane on its way.

Marilee sighed and leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes. "Champaign huh," she whispered and then shivered. "Maybe I should have a full bottle handy while I watch that movie they were all talking about."

"Better yet, invite Connie to watch it with you while you sit straddling Roy's thighs naked. You won't need any Champaign, believe me," Frenchie said from above her.

Marilee's eyes popped open just about the time Frenchie's lips touched hers. She made a little yelp of surprise and then Frenchie's soft lips were kissing her and she found herself kissing the older woman back passionately. When she moaned into Frenchie's mouth, she broke the kiss and straightened up.

"I've wanted to do that ever since I first saw you this morning," she said with a grin as she sat down in the seat next to Marilee.

"I... uh... I...." Marilee stammered and then stalled.

"I'm pretty sure you kind of liked me kissing you from your response. Don't worry, you'll probably be kissed by every woman and man on this plane before we all get home. You played with us last night so you're part of the group now."

Marilee groaned and sighed. "I just wish I knew how much I played and with whom."

Frenchie shrugged and held up the fingers on one hand. Using a finger on the other hand she said, "Let's see what I remember. "Sitting on one.... No, make that two ladies faces. Sitting on Carl's face, that's three."

"Who is Carl?"

Frenchie grinned. "Roy's driver."

"The really big guy?"

"Yeah, that's him. Now, where was I. Oh yeah, three face sittings, a face plant in Connie's pussy, and Roy eating your pussy while you were so deliciously occupied and then he fucked you royally. Five people in all."

Marilee groaned and covered her face with her hands. "How am I going to face all these people?"

Frenchie pulled her hands away from her face and said, "I don't understand the problem."

Marilee whispered sharply, "I had sex with five people. Five strangers at that."

Frenchie laughed. "I had sex with all of them and a couple of them, more than once."

When Marilee gave her a shocked look, Frenchie laughed again. "And it ain't the first time, nor will it be the last. These four parties are the high points of my year."

"Are any of these people married?

Frenchie looked thoughtful for a moment. "I think there are four married couples out of the twenty or so members. Everyone else is single."

"Well what about STD's?"

"We all get a checkup a few days before each party. No doctor's report means no party. It's only happened a few times over the last ten years or so."

"Ten years? How long has this been going on, for heavens sakes?"

Frenchie grinned and leaned over to whisper, "For more years than I want to admit too. I'm the second oldest member next to Roy. He was rich even back then but the plane was smaller and slower. He stole me right out of the dressing room one Halloween night, tutu, leotards, toe shoes, and all. We ended up across town at a dress Halloween party. He was the Phantom of the opera. We won first place for the costumes."

"How did the rest get involved?" Curiosity was burning a hole in Marilee's mind.

"The next New Years Eve, he picked me up after the show. There was another couple with him. They were married. We went to a New Years Eve party somewhere up on the west side of New York. Afterwards, we all ended up in the same hotel room with only one bed. Roy had forgotten to make reservations. We were lucky to have what we had."

Frenchie paused to giggle. "The couple had failed to mention that they were swingers and one thing led to another and we ended up in a big pile on that bed. We broke it, if I remember correctly," she said and then laughed. "After that a new person or couple was added every year. We have lost some to marriage, accidents, and personal problems over the years. That's how you got here this year. Roy's secretary married and her husband wouldn't have understood."

"Fact is stranger than fiction," Marilee whispered. 

"Strangers make the best fact and fiction," Frenchie replied with a wink.

"So what happens now?"

"Not much. The flight home is usually very quiet and laid back. A little cuddling and hugging. Most everyone is so worn out that most couldn't do anything even if they wanted too."

"That makes sense. I'm a little sore and tender in some very interesting areas," Marilee whispered and then sighed. 

"Nipples, clit, pussy, and asshole," Frenchie whispered. "I'm my case anyway. But all that means is that I had a really great time."

Marilee sighed and leaned her head back against the headrest on the seat. "That movie should be very informative in a lot of ways," she said with a sideways glance at Frenchie. 

"I'll get a copy in the mail in about a month. It will be the finished memento of this year's party. I'll add it to my collection after I watch it a time or two so I can see what I missed or who I missed doing who or what. It's always fun and it will whet my appetite for the Valentines party."

Marilee nodded with her eyes closed. "I feel a nap coming on," she whispered and then yawned.

Frenchie smiled and leaned back in her seat. "A nap sounds like a very good idea," she whispered softly, dreamily.



The Morning After



The phone's catcall squirmed its way under the covers. The ringing passed over the hills and valleys of Aurelio's fluffy black comforter and worn green sheets. The sound found the soft corners of his skull and nestled in there, curled around itself like a small dog and settled down for the wait. 

The phone was so fucking loud, and it hurt like a son of a whore. 

Aurelio groaned and floundered his way up through the covers and to his phone, left charging on his bedside table. 

"Aurelito!" Over the phone, Max's voice sounded even more tinny than usual. "Buenos días, princesa!"

Aurelio struggled around in his bed, then finally emerged as if rising up from his grave. He struggled to find words to express the anger he felt thrumming in every bone, on topics ranging from his hangover to Max calling him a princess. He came up with a groan. 

"Fuuuuuck." 

"The caf's closing in thirty minutes," Max said. "Get your ass down here, ahora."

"Your awful Spanish..." Aurelio moaned. "'S making my headache worse..."

"Your vodka-redbulls last night," Max countered far too cheerfully. "They're making your headache much worse. Now drink some agua—"

"Agua," Aurelio corrected his accent.

"Ah-goo-ahhhhhh?"

"Shuddup."

"Drink it, deal with my still-in-Spanish-102 accent, and get down here before you miss out on a free meal."

"Th'food sucks anyways," Aurelio said. He thought he sounded remarkably cogent and reasonable, for all that he was still hiding under the covers and keeping his eyes screwed shut. "We should jus' go out."

"Do what you want," said Max. "I'm not going with you this time."

"You really won't come, even—"

"Not happening," said Max. "Not again. I have shit to do. Reading. Studying. Problem sets. You might have them yourself."

"Hmph," Aurelio grumbled. "We could go to that place with the blueberry pancakes..."

"I'm not doing it this time!" said Max. "You'll go alone! I don't care if—"

Max kept rambling as Aurelio held the phone away from his ear, glared at it, and punched the end call button. He flicked the phone to silent, turned off vibrate, and threw it back on his table. Just five more minutes. 

"It is no matter," said a voice from the floor. "I shall escort you to any mid-afternoon breakfast of your choosing."

Aurelio froze for a second, giving himself a chance to process this new information. His brain, a loose sack of pain stuffed unceremoniously into his too-tight skull, was still pounding. His bones felt hollow, and his mouth tasted bitter. He wanted a solid hunk of Exedrin HangoverTM. He wanted to add pillows to pad his joints, block out the invasive sun that stabbed through his blinds, and put the rest of the world on hold in a separate universe for a few hours until he was ready to face it. 

But he couldn't, because there was a guy in his room that he didn't actually remember meeting, let alone taking home. 

Aurelio kicked the covers off, and in the process noticed his pajama pants. He plucked at the pants, soft and black and smelling of coriander and cedar and just a hint of something that Aurelio barely remembered from his childhood. The first house he had lived in, before his parents divorced, had a mess of this plant growing wild next to the back door.

Romero, his mama had called it. Rosemary. 

Aurelio loved these new pajama pants, but he did not own anything that smelled like rosemary anymore. 

"'s this yours?" he asked of the floor. 

"All that is mine is yours," said the voice without a hint of irony. "You need not be concerned."

"Uh...thanks," said Aurelio. "But, uh..."

The voice on the floor hadn't revealed itself. His voice—well, it sounded like a him, all low and a bit gravelly like a Strokes song—was all that Aurelio knew. He hoped that seeing this guy would jog his memory. 

Aurelio sat up in bed and let the waves in his head and the grey clouds in his vision slosh and then stabilize. He remembered hanging out with a group of girls, getting dressed down for the party with a Coke (unspiked) in his hand. Then stopping by the power hour for maybe 20 minutes—that's 20 shots of beer, 1.5 ounces each, 30 ounces total, so less than 2 real actual drinks. Then Max dragged him away for a game of king's cup with his CS friends, and maybe that was the problem, because he still had some Coke but now it was with rum. Lots of rum, apparently. And didn't Max say something about vodka redbull? And judging from the lingering taste of lime and salt on his lips, tequila had been involved. Probably not even the good stuff. 

The party had been on the top floor of Maddox dorm, and Aurelio remembered that there had been a line for the elevator. So...so he took the stairs, and someone barfed on his shoes at some point, and—oh! He danced with Marco, which was great, but then Marco got carted off by his over-protective cockblocking roommate and Aurelio was still dancing. Aurelio was still dancing and Max must have left with Jen because they'd been together for a while, long enough to leave the parties early, and Aurelio was still dancing, running his hands over his chest and laughing to the ceiling. And Aurelio was still dancing and that's the last thing he could remember.

Aurelio could feel the memories floating just out of his reach. The more he tried to catch them, the farther away the memories seemed, until Aurelio wondered if he had only dreamed the last night. 

But there was the guy lying on his floor. Aurelio crept forward on his bed. He swung his feet to the cold wood and sat, looking at the guy on the floor. 

The stranger lay back across Aurelio's floor, with his spare pillow tucked behind his head. He held up in his soft hands a copy of Never Let Me Go, which Aurelio had been meaning to read for a long time now. His smooth sun-kissed blonde hair fell in waves across the pillow and his hand. His arms, tucked behind his head and holding up the book, were fit but not bulky. His smile was sweet and sensuous, his eyes dark and smoldering, his nose aristocratic, his clothes perfectly mussed. He was gorgeous, unreal, like something out of a gay man's fever dream sent into Aurelio's bedroom. 

He was so not Aurelio's type. 

Aurelio was still perched on the edge of his bed, shirtless, sans underwear, with his new pants hanging low on his legs. Nervously he ran his hand through his hair, and his fingers came back dusted with glitter. 

Aurelio had a flash of memory from the night before. He was standing in the bathroom, amongst a crush of people gathered around the keg that was balanced precariously on the toilet. He was pressed up against the counter and took the opportunity to check himself out in the mirror. The chick next to him, who was shaking the sparkles out of her chemically straightened hair, leaned over and spoke. Her voice was far too loud and her lips moved around Aurelio's ear like a kiss. A sloppy, drunk, awful kiss. 

The girl had said, "Glitter—it's the herpes of craft supplies."

Now, sitting in his bed facing his apparent Prince Charming, Aurelio chuckled lightly. The boy smiled back at him, and his teeth reflected so much light that Aurelio winced. Aurelio snatched his phone and rolled over while he texted Max.

"stranger in room. dont remember last nite. please advise."

Aurelio's arm was glitterified now, as was his worn pillowcase. 

"I don't even know what happened," he mouthed his explanation to the pillow, judgmental bitch that it was. "I didn't drink that much, right? And I've never forgotten anything before."

His phone buzzed with Max's text: "fuck man thats scary. dont no what to tell u."

Aurelio closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Max's helpfulness aside, it was almost two in the afternoon: time to face the day. 

Aurelio crawled out of his bed and stood up for the first time. His blood momentarily forgot where it was supposed to be going, opting instead to run around like some kind of frantic intern. His vision tilted and he reached out to stabilize himself, but the guy was right there. 

"You are not well," he said. "You should rest; I can get you what you require!"

"I wasn't gonna faint or anything," said Aurelio. 

"Please?" the stranger asked. His eyes made him look like a cartoon woodland creature. 

"Right, OK, whatever," said Aurelio. He pointed at his purple camelback buried from within a mess of semi-clean clothes and old problem sets. "OK, see the water bottle?"

"Yes, of course!" he said. He sounded like a puppy gone to retrieve a tennis ball. "It's only half full, shall I—"

"It's fine," said Aurelio. He snatched it from him and gulped it down greedily. The water tasted like kissing a man who didn't take care of himself. Eric also handed him a bit of mouthwash, which solved that problem. "Thanks."

"Any time," he said sincerely.

"Right," said Aurelio. "So..."

"Yes?" The guy's eyes were wide, open, trusting. 

Shit, Aurelio thought, running his fingers over his forehead, smoothing away the wrinkles that were several decades from appearing there. This was going to be brutal. 

Better to do it fast, though. Like ripping off a bandaid or taking a shot of 151-proof rum or confessing unrequited love.

"So," Aurelio said again. "Did we fuck?"

"I'm sorry?" The guy winced.

"I'm sorry yes or I'm sorry no?" said Aurelio. "Look, I'm sure you were great and memorable and whatever. But I must have lost count last night, and I don't remember anything, OK?"

"I didn't—you would truly think that of me?"

"That you were capable of having sex?" said Aurelio. He grinned lightly. "Should I reconsider?"

"Well, um—" the guy hesitated, and Aurelio felt his delayed-reaction guilt kick in. He shouldn't be accusing this stranger of taking advantage of him. What if Aurelio had been the bad guy last night? 

"Shit, I'm sorry," said Aurelio. "It's just—this has never happened to me before, OK? And you're in my room and I don't know your name and I'm so hungry but I'm too sick to eat and—"

"Eric," Eric said, sticking out his hand. Aurelio shook it from his place on the bed. 

"I'm Aurelio, but I probably already told you that."

"Several times, in fact," said Eric. He grinned, flashing a hint of his perfect teeth from between his perfect lips, and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "May I—"

"Oh, yeah, 'course," said Aurelio. He scooted over on the bed and shoved the comforter back so that Eric could sit. "Sorry, the desk chair's like a bed of nails."

"Oh, thank you kindly," Eric said, and he sat down, one arm on either side of Aurelio's bare chest. Aurelio wondered if this guy was trying to pull something, go for broke now that he was sober enough to make it good. Like that shit would get him anywhere with him. This guy was no Marco, he was all light and soft around the edges—not physically (the guy was actually ripped), but emotionally. 

"But that's not what I was asking about," said Eric. "I meant to say, may I ask you a personal question?"

"If it's about last night, I won't be able to answer, 'cause believe me, I don't have a clue—"

"Why did you do it?" Eric asked, earnestly. The man was nothing if not earnest. "Why drink so much if it makes you feel so bad? Why try to go out and have fun if you're not going to remember it?"

Aurelio opened his mouth and stared for a second before he found the words to say, "Excuse me? Who are you to tell me how to live my life? Fuck you very nicely up the ass. I didn't go up to you and tell you that you look like a fucking Ken doll and you're boring and you talk funny and your love life is helpless, did I? I could have, but I didn't."

"All right," said Eric, shrugging. "What else?"

"What?" Aurelio looked at that last statement, looking for the anger, looking for the bait. 

"I'd love to hear what I should improve on," Eric said earnestly. "Real, honest feedback is incredibly difficult to come by."

Aurelio shook his open hands next to his own skull, miming a head explosion. His face twitched indecisively from expression to expression, unsure how to do justice to the righteousness of his anger. 

"All right, Eric—it was Eric, right?"

"I thought you already knew—"

"It's for effect Eric," Aurelio hissed. "Eric, something is very off about this. I want to know who you are, and how you ended up in my room."

Eric nodded wisely. Aurelio had jumped off the bed, heedless of headache, and was learning against the wall next to his desk with his arms and legs crossed so that his bare torso was protected my a thick layer of bent limbs. 

"I'm Eric Stiles. Junior, Psych major," he said. "I live in Maddox, third floor. We met—"

"Wait, wait..." Aurelio whispered. "I can remember...we met because I accosted you in your room." 

He tucked his knees up to his chest, holding his head in his hands. His skull wasn't doing a good enough job holding things in; it needed assistance from his hands. Aurelio remembered things now. He remembered knocking on some random door, searching because someone told him there was good riot punch in room 327, but this was 372 and there was a guy in there sleeping. Eric. With his blond hair all mussed and sleeping shirtless and he had—

"Oh God," Aurelio moaned. "Prince Charming."

He'd grabbed Eric around the neck and asked to kiss him, and then he'd fallen on him. And he was blonde and sweet and cute, no matter Aurelio's type, and he'd dragged him on the dance floor and called him Prince Charming and danced around him. 

"I'm so, so sorry," Aurelio said to his knees. He'd bang his head on his knees like some kind of penance, but everything already hurt enough. "I'm never drinking that much again. Ever."

"It's all right," said Eric, and Aurelio jumped and almost hit him with the force of his whiplash. Eric was right next to him. Eric's hand was on his back, rubbing happily at the top without his hand moving even an inch lower. He was looking right into his eyes. Aurelio was wearing no shirt, no underwear, and what he realized must be Eric's pants, and the guy was still being crazy nice! 

"To be honest," Eric said. "It was actually pretty flattering. No one's ever done that before, you know?"

"What, forced themselves on you?" Aurelio asked. "Oh God, I'm a horrible person."

"Hey, you didn't force anything," said Eric. "And you listened when I said no. You just...you pursued me. No one's ever done that. No one's ever—"

"Demanded—"

"Asked," Eric corrected. 

"Asked you to come home and sleep with them, and when you wouldn't, asked that they sleep on the floor?"

"Yeah," said Eric. "That. And there was a reason that I, um, that I went along..."

He sat back on his heels so that both of them were curled up in themselves, on Aurelio's floor, needing a bit of comfort. Aurelio realized then that he had a bit of an idea, but he needed to tread carefully, this time. 

"I would like to take you up on that offer for lunch," Aurelio said. "Very much. But first, I'd like to kiss you."

By the time he'd finished speaking, Eric was right in front of him, Then Eric was there, and their lips touched. It started off gentle and innocent, one of those kisses that said, "we're waiting for marriage."

Then Aurelio ran his tongue across the seal of Eric's lips, and then both of their mouths were open. Aurelio was bold, but Eric met him in the middle, sucking on his tongue and exploring the other man's mouth.

Eric's hands were the first to wander, as they inched down Aurelio's back. Aurelio threaded his fingers in that ridiculous blond hair, tightening his grip when Eric's hands grabbed his ass and squeezed. 

Aurelio broke away, gasping. His hangover was completely forgotten—lust was a better cure than painkillers. He ran his fingers across Eric's wrist and up to his bicep, under the sleeve of his shirt. Who sleeps in a shirt, anyways? Aurelio would have to remedy this. 

"May I?" Aurelio asked. 

"God, please," Eric moaned. Aurelio took a while to divest him of the shirt, because his hands were shaking with want, and because Eric kept interrupting him with kisses. 

Before Aurelio could get his own clothes off, Eric picked him up and deposited him on the bed. Eric's hands were steady and sure as he ran them over Aurelio's chest, tweaking his nipples and grinning when his cock visibly jerked. Eric's hands moved down to knead the entirely un-subtle bulge in Aurelio's pants, and the brunette lifted his hips invitingly. 

Eric peppered Aurelio's skin with gossamer kisses as he slipped his pants down with agonizing slowness. 

Aurelio growled with impatience, hooked his legs around Eric, and rolled them over—not an easy feat on a twin XL bed. 

"How did you—ohhhhh fuck," Eric lost his trail of thought as Aurelio quickly slipped his pants and boxers down and began to stroke what he had uncovered. 

"Oh, did I not mention?" said Aurelio, grinning eagerly as his hands reached lower, to caress Eric's balls. "I've been doing yoga for years. I'm very flexible."

Eric moaned, tugging at Aurelio's pants in hurried, distracted little jerks. Finally Aurelio ripped them off and tossed them to the side so that they were pressed together, skin on skin, kissing 

Eventually, Aurelio tore himself away to rummage in his bedside drawer. He pulled out a condom and bottle of lube. Eric lay on the bed watching him with hazy, unfocused eyes. It took Eric a second to pull himself together and remember that his mouth could be used for speaking too. 

"Your, um...your hangover?" he asked. 

Aurelio flipped his hand to the side as though tossing the concern aside. 

"Not a problem," Aurelio said. Then he remembered that Eric was nicer, nicer than probably anyone he'd ever dated, and he might be using Aurelio's hangover as a polite way to decline sex. "But that doesn't mean...if you don't want to..."

"Oh, I want," said Eric. 

"Oh, gracias a dios," said Aurelio, and he jumped back on the bed, landing straddled on Eric's legs with his weight on his knees. He rolled the condom down Eric's prick and spread the lube in slow, agonizing strokes. 

Aurelio prepared himself quickly, reaching a few slicked fingers back to his ass. Eric stopped him, grabbing his hands. 

"Hey," Eric said. "There's no rush."

Aurelio laughed and tossed over the lube, trying to act like the way Eric looked at him and held him was normal. Like it was just lust curling in his stomach, and not something altogether new tightening his chest. 

Eric took his time opening Aurelio up, adding one finger then two, scissoring them and stroking until he found that spot that made Aurelio's knees grow weak. Only when Aurelio was a shivering pile of nerve endings did the blonde lie back down and help Aurelio settle on him. Eric held Aurelio's hips while he thrust slowly into the other man. 

Aurelio felt gloriously full, and the slight burning was nothing compared to that sensation. He started to move, rocking his hips back and forth, but Eric held him still. His hands were soft, and his fingers moved across Aurelio's skin in tiny caresses. 

"Wait," Eric said between his unsteady breaths. "Give yourself time. I don't want to hurt you."

Aurelio smiled, almost sadly, at the sweetness of the gesture. He remained still until the pain of waiting outweighed the pain of stretching, and then he began to move again. 

Aurelio rode Eric, keeping his eyes locked on the other man's form. Eric still looked like a Disney prince, but one that had been stripped bare, exposed down to the wiring and set free. He was bucking wildly, his hands racing across Aurelio's skin like he wanted to be everywhere at once. The feather-light touches on his dick made Aurelio groan with frustrated desire. 

Their movements became frantic, and Aurelio felt as though he could sweat out all of last night's toxins. 

Eric gasped out, "I'm close—I...I want..."

"Me too," Aurelio's voice was rough, scratched like an old record. He reached down and began to stroke himself along with Eric until his eyes went glassy and his breath stopped.




The Morning After



Aurelio collapsed as he came, and his channel spasmed around Eric's dick, milking him until the other man followed him into pleasure. 

They lay together, sated and messy in the mid-afternoon, cuddling close until Aurelio's stomach growled. Even if his neighbors hadn't heard the sex, they definitely heard that. 

"No, todavía no," Aurelio murmured to his own gut. Eric stopped drawing lazy circles on Aurelio's back and sat up. 

"We need to get some food in you," Eric said. 

"Better idea!" said Aurelio. "We could skip that, and get you back inside me."

"Nope," said Eric, struggling to slip out from under Aurelio and off the bed. "Not until you've been fed."

"Aw, but I'm all sweaty," Aurelio pouted. "Shower first?"

A slow, brilliant smile spread across Eric's face. 

"All right," said Eric. "But then I'm buying you lunch—or breakfast. Or—"

"Food," said Aurelio. "You can buy me some food."

Aurelio reflected, as he dragged Eric to the shower, that he'd never had a first date on the morning after. He never even stuck around much, to be honest. But then, he'd never met anyone like Eric before.



The Morning After



Slowly opening my eyes I hear the rush of the water from the bathroom. The sprays of water hitting the sides of the shower as you move. Smiling wide, closing my eyes picturing my perfect sexy Master in all his naked glory washing away the left overs of our night together. I moan as I move, the delicious ache between my thighs from your attentions during the night reminding me of every mind-blowing moment with you. The ache has become a new friend.. there to greet me when I awake after each amazing night spent with you; like a whisper from you in my ear confirming your love for me. Your love, that has made me shine brightly, glowing in my day to day activities, vibrant for the first time in as long as I can remember. All because of you.. my lover.. my Master.. the Man I have given myself to so readily. 

My eyes open as I once again attempt to move, my body aches and groans at me. But just as I do.. it wants more. I slip your t-shirt off - a favorite of yours I stole during the night when I slipped off to the washroom; knowing it would still smell of your own scent and not combined so completely with mine as our bed had become through our love making. 

Leaving your shirt on the bed, I walk into the washroom. Opening the door of the shower I keep my eyes cast down, and quickly get onto my knees. My body relaxing in the warm water, I place my hands on my thighs, palm up, thighs parted.. open and Yours to command. Looking down just in front of your feet. Quiet and patient awaiting your acknowledgement. 

With a soft good morning from you my body melts and all is right. I am exactly where I need to be, so complete and filled with awe of the Man that choose me. I sweetly say good morning as your hand cups my chin, and I tilt my head into your palm; the need to feel more of you so great. 

Your strong fingers flex and pull my chin up further. My eyes meet yours, your other hand pushes the wet hair from my forehead; eyes closing as the water cascades over my face. I feel you pull my chin and I instinctively open my mouth.. leaning forward you slide your cock between my lips and along my soft warm tongue. Closing my lips around you, pulling back and sucking you in further.. Moaning as I feel you grow inside me. Your desire for me growing, evident in my mouth. I begin to move faster, pulling my cheeks in against your shaft as I want more.. I want to feel how hard your cock becomes with my attentions. 

But you don't want me eager.. not just yet. Your hand pulls my jaw down and you slowly thrust through my lips. Dropping my hands completely to my sides, laying bare my submission to You.. I am Yours completely, Always. 

I feel you step back, your hard cock slipping from my disappointed lips. The water washing over me, but I am no longer relaxed; awake and excited - my body, YOUR body - alive and wanting to serve. Your big hands grab me at my sides, pulling me up to press against you. The smile on your face matching mine. I cant help but confess for the thousandth time "I love You Master," as you take my lips, a grin on your lips delaying the kiss just long enough to make me sigh into your mouth. Your lips take mine in a ravishing, deep and passionate kiss. Each movement like a choreographed dance, so in tune with one another. 

Your right hand comes down to my thigh and pulls my leg up your body, pushing my mound tightly against the base of your hard cock. My stomach feeling your erection, does flips inside. Moaning softly, I feel your hands move over me.. my back and thighs. Smiling at the feel of the bar of soap in your hands. My mind swirls and swoons at how spoiled I feel. How I ever came to deserve you is beyond me but I push the thought away, not wanting to leave this moment with you. From behind, your hand and the soap, press against my lips and pucker. I gasp a little too loudly and you move your hand back. Your eyes concerned and questioning. I whimper not wanting you to stop.. the ache, the dull pain is a concern for you, written in your eyes; but its everything to me, something I cherish so deeply - so deeply it has become a basic Need to me. I shake my head, whispering "Just tender Master.. Deliciously sensitive," meeting your eyes with a confident smile. You shake your head slightly and smile, "My girl, you can tell me if you're too sore," your hands move down between my thighs in front of me, you crouch and softly wash up and down the insides of my thighs. 

"I am perfect Master.. you make me perfect," I say clearly, praying inside that you're not going to start going easier on me. The soap slips through my pussy lips and hits my clit, forcing a gasp from my lips. My body trembles. My mind has been so caught up in the feelings you've already created in me that the slightest touch at the very center of my arousal has my eyes rolling. 

You shake your head at my obvious dismissal of the state my body is in, but also trusting me in that if I was really too sore I would tell you. Your hands turn my body around to face the water, your gentle commanding fingers moving over my body and rinsing the soap from me. My thighs part as you press yourself against me and slip your hand between my thighs, parting my lips to let the water in. Swallowing hard as your fingers move between them and caress me. The soreness morphing into an erotic display of resolve.. wanting to pull away, yet wanting more.. wanting to curl back into you - my Master my safe place. I remain as you have placed me and I feel the familiar flood inside me. My walls coating themselves, lubricating even further as my mind and body both combine in pure need for you - all other thoughts pushed away. 

Your right hand moving deftly between my lips, so erotically overpowering, I barely notice your free hand moving up through my hair from the back. Your fingers curl and pull up on my head, forcing my body to stretch out. The bottom of the stall wet, I'm on my toes with my legs spread. Completely under your control and at your mercy. You push two fingers inside me and I cry out. The pain mixing with radiating pleasure. Your fingers become rough and torturous. I'm so close to cumming - knowing it's partly punishment for me denying your concern over my soreness from the night before. 

"Please Master! I beg... please.. may I cum?!" My toes squeak on the floor, ready to lose my balance, and your arm pulls my body against yours, your fingers not missing a beat as your wrist moves to thrust your fingers inside me. Feeling your fingertips pumping against my cervix, feeling it soften, feeling my walls stretch.. feeling so full every time you force them so deeply inside me. 

"No," your simple yet dark denial in my ear causing an involuntary violent shudder to course through my entire body from head to toe, knotting in my stomach..swallowing hard as my eyes begin to water. 

Focusing.. my eyes squeezing tight.. I place one hand on the shower stall, reaching for strength outside myself, not wanting to disappoint, wanting only to follow your commands - your every word. 

Two more thrusts of your fingers - a test. I pass, but barely.. gasping and panting as you open the shower door and guide me to stand on the mat just outside. Astounded at my ability to stand on my own. My brain in a fog, my body wanting to fall at your feet.. so unconditionally Yours. 

Barely feeling the towel against my skin as you casually pat me down. My eyes catch site of your glorious erection and I moan. Your denial of an orgasm making me covetous and desperate. 

Moments later you lay me down across the center of our unmade bed. My legs spread out over the edge, your warm hands part my thighs further and you get down on one knee. I turn my head knowing I must glow a bright red down there, raw from being with you all night. 

"A beautiful color on you my love," you whisper before slipping your tongue inside me. 

Oh my god.. my mind explodes without warning. My body lost to me. Its yours. My body begins to shake and I've reached my limit, unable to stop any result of your attentions. 

Your hands slide under my ass and pull me to the edge, your tongue slipping from me. 

One hand guiding your cock to my entrance, the other placing a gentle hand over the collar around my neck. Not a threat but a show of your power, your control. Your naked shaking submissive lover below you, ready for you, on the sharpest edge of the biggest orgasm.

Holding there just a moment, before you plunge deeply inside me.

Screaming out, groaning, my voice catches in my throat as I writhe. My body bowing and tensing, flexing and convulsing under you. Cumming, a rush of liquid coating your cock inside me and streaming down your balls and between my cheeks to the bed. 

Abandoning the slow erotic undertones of our morning you begin to thrust wildly inside me, taking of me all that you need.. all that you desire. Your hand flexing on my neck with your excitement, Your intoxication of the power you wield over me - mind, body and soul.

Both hands move to grab hold of my hips, your thrusts becoming feverish and rapid. The soreness now a constant clamp inside me, have complete hold over my brain, slipping me into an overwhelmed and subconscious state. 

You grunt and groan, your fingers pressing deeply into the sides of my cheeks. Short... hard.. powerful thrusts over and over.. your body tensing and I feel it. You're cumming so deeply inside me. I cum silently around you, as I watch your face. Seeing my Master, my lover tumbling over the edge of a powerful orgasm. 

Suddenly gasping in hard, not having realized I was holding my breath through your intense strokes into my body. 

You collapse over me, your warm hot body against me. Your arms encircling me and pulling us up into the middle of the bed. Words barely spoken to one another... but so much was said. Nestling back against you. My body spent, I fall deeply into another long sleep right along beside you. Right where I need to be. In your arms. 

Yours.



The Morning After



To really understand this story -- You need to go back and first read: Their drinking leads to my pleasure. 

*

The feeling of John exploding into me was like nothing I have ever experienced before. I felt so full from his sheer size and then when he erupted into me, I felt like his load was never going to stop pumping into me. When he finally stopped filling me beyond full, I fell forward and out of burning desire I started kissing John full on with as much passion as I could muster. I am not sure if he realized who it was that was riding him and who he was even kissing but he returned my kisses with as much passion as he was receiving. I opened my eyes long enough to look into his eyes and all I saw besides his glassy pupils was the fire in his eyes. 

The next thing that I felt was his large hands firmly grabbing my ass cheeks and squeezing them. It sent shivers up and down my spine to imagine that he enjoyed it even half as much as I did. We continued kissing as he continued squeezing my ass, when he started lifting me up by my ass cheeks, my first thought was that the fun was over and that John must have realized who was kissing him. I was sure that the shit was about to hit the fan. Only when he thrust up into me as he aggressively pulled my ass back down onto him did I realize that he was again hardening for another round. The intensity of his thrust and the feeling of being filled beyond full, broke the kiss and had me reeling and struggling to keep from passing out. I threw my head back and moaned from deep within, as he continued driving his wonderful cock into me again and again. He was now the one that was in total control. I no longer had any will other than to serve him sexually, to be his wanton slut. I swear that I could feel every single ridge and bump, every vein and valley as his magnificent cock swelled to full erection. 

I had completely forgotten about his wife Satana until I heard her moan almost as loudly as myself. I looked over to find her with her pants and panties around her thighs and her fingers thrusting in and out of her beautiful shaved snatch. She must have realized what was happening and seemed to be enjoying the show. I was having a hard time concentrating on watching her show and the feeling of being used by John. Before I knew it John had turned him legs over the side of the bed and stood up with me still impaled on his amazing cock. He walked over to the end of the bed with me now bouncing myself on his cock again. When he was near Satana, he simply laid me down on the bed on my back with my legs in the air and his cock still fully impaling me. Moments later I felt the bed move and saw that Satana was now completely naked and climbing over me to straddle my face. 

As she lowered her smooth glistening lips to my waiting lips and tongue I felt John quickly withdraw his cock before slamming back into me with more force than ever before. His cock reached places never touched before by anyone or anything. I was now rock hard again and was quickly on my way to another mind-blowing orgasm. It took all my power to concentrate on licking Satana's slit as she started riding my face like I rode her husbands cock only moments before. It seemed like days had flown by, but in reality -- it was merely an hour since the fun had begun. John thankfully slowed his pace and intensity as Satana increased hers. My own erection crying out for attention as it tented the pink panties of Satana's that I was still somewhat wearing.

As soon as Satana started squirting into my mouth and all over my face, John slowly pulled out of my ass, leaving me completely empty and longing. When Satana lifted off my tongue and face, she turned over and lay next to me on the bed. John reached down and pulled me up to his lips as we once again began kissing. He placed his huge hands on my hips and turned my body around. I was now facing the bed and his beautiful naked wife, spread out wide and now waiting for more. It was at that point that I realized what they both wanted. I stepped closer and Satana grabbed the sides of the g-string panties and slipped them over the head of my erect cock and down my legs. As soon as they hit the floor -- Satana reached out and took my hands and gently pulled me to her. I slipped up on the bed as she grabbed my erection and guided me to her wet waiting slit. I had hardly entered her when I felt John grab my hips from behind.

I may not be as large as John but I still heard Satana moan as my balls hit her ass. I was amazed that she was still as tight as she was considering just how large and amazing John cock is. I had very little time to enjoy the sensations of her internal muscles and her talent with them before I felt John started feeding his monster back into my overjoyed ass. It took he a few tries to bury it balls deep again. With every thrust from him I could both feel and hear the response from Satana as my entire length was now being driven into her, again and again. I kissed her with the same passion that I had been kissing John with and she showed me her approval with her many talents. In this new position, John was really able to hammer into me like I never imagined before. As John started increasing his pace and depth, I was reeling from the feeling of both John and of the wonders that Satana was capable of with her body. All too soon I felt my balls tighten and my cock swell inside Satana. If she did not want my load inside of her -- it was certainly too late for that as I lost all ability to hold out. My load shot out of me in rapid-fire succession into her open cervix. Shot after shot seemingly stronger and stronger with each thrust from John hips into my ass. Satana's moans became screams as I filled her with everything that I had in me. 

John's pace quickened to more of a blur as I was about to come down from my orgasmic high, I felt John unbelievable cock swell and throb even more as it once again was coating my insides. The remarkable feeling sent me over the top again and I could feel another orgasm of my own crashing down on me and Satana. I am not certain that my balls had anything left to give, but they were certainly trying their best. I screamed out like a bitch in heat as we all collapsed into a single heap on the bed. Normally I would not want someone as heavy as John laying on me but with his cock still embedded in my ass and my cock still inside of Satana, I was in pure heaven and wanted to be nowhere else but there at that very moment.

To be continued???



The Morning After



.....The Morning After

By TG Stone

I'd got a job on the East coast, and had to find somewhere to live pretty quick. The web makes that a lot easier these days, and within a day I'd not only found Lloyd's lovely 3 bedroom house, but moved in. He was away quite a bit with his job in engineering, and was renting out 2 rooms – so, a house share. Great, much better than a tiny little bedsit, and hopefully I could have some laughs with people who already knew the town.

Sadly, the other sharer was Danny – who was a typical 22 year old lad. Either in the pub or on the X Box, hogging the tv. Didn't get the concept of washing up, didn't talk much due to having headphones in most of the time, and wore t shirts with slogans like 'I don't do uglies'. Charming. We sort of ignored each other, by mutual consent.

After a couple of months, it was the 30th birthday of one of the girls at work, so on the Friday we got our nails done, fished out the killer heels, and hit the town hard. Much wine was drunk, many songs were strangled in karaoke, there were some tears at the end, and a heck of a lot of laughter throughout. A proper good girl's night out. I even found a very fit young doctor in the last bar, and had 15 minutes of quality snogging and arse groping in the shadows, until the girls pulled me off to the taxi. Shame, it's been a while, and I was seriously up for fucking him. Then again, I was absolutely full of white wine, which does bring out my inner slut pretty effectively.

The taxi dropped me off outside Lloyd's house, but the girls made the driver wait til I was inside. Good job really, I nearly went crashing through the door when I missed the step. I grabbed the edge of the wall and steadied myself, turned round, and gave the girls a full military salute. The taxi went, with the sound of women cackling inside fading down the street.

After finally getting the key to do it's job, I gingerly tottered up the hall, using the wall for support. I'd cracked a nail when I nearly made an emergency entrance....and was stood staring at my hand repeatedly saying 'Fuck', when Danny walked through from the kitchen. He started to laugh, eventually saying 'So, good night out Liz?'

'Excellent night thank you' I replied, but this made him laugh again. 

He said 'Well, you're swaying, you can't really talk properly, and your dress is all over the show – so it was definitely a top night. Come sit down, if you can. I'll get you a glass.'

'Why not?' I thought, and after carefully rounding the coffee table and a lamp, collapsed down into the armchair. Danny returned with a wine glass, and poured me a drink. He was smiling, and after he'd sat down on the sofa opposite said 'It's good to have a bit of a blow out now and again eh? So, let's see what state your memory's in – tell me all about it then.'

Apparently, for the next hour, that's exactly what I did. Helped on with more wine, I replayed every moment, every bar, every sad pick-up line we'd suffered, every emotional confession we'd uttered while in a group-hug at the taxi rank. I went into great detail about the young doctor. Danny was laughing again, saying 'Right, that explains the dress!' 

Sometime after 3, my eyes must have started to close. Danny came over, put my glass on the table, and said 'Come on Liz, I think it's past your bedtime. You go first, I'll catch you if you have an incident on the stairs.' 

So I stood up – well, Danny helped me up – and once my legs felt like they were going to play ball, strode off up the hallway. Holding firmly on to the rail I eventually made it upstairs, Danny behind me, and both of us giggling. At the top he turned right to his room, and said 'G'night Liz, glad you had a belter.' That was that, his door closed, and about 10 seconds later I was asleep on my bed.

Saturday morning was truly, truly horrible. I felt like I'd been in a boxing match, and the sun coming through the window stung my eyes. 'Shit, this is not good' I said outloud, but knew that what usually helped after a night on the razz was a very long soak in a hot bath. I rolled to the side of the bad - and looking like a little old lady, slowly got up. My dress was lying on the floor, so at least I'd taken that off. I padded out to the bathroom, my head pounding with every step.

Each drop of cheap white from last night seemed to be crystalised in my mouth. The bath could wait a minute, I had to clean my teeth. I rested against the sink, and reached for my brush, trying not to look in the mirror – I knew it wouldn't be a pretty sight. I'm brushing away, trying to be gentle with my poor head, and the door opens. At this I do look into the mirror, to see Danny walk in. He's wearing just grey joggers, and a smirk as he looks me up and down. Shit. I'm in last night's bra and thong, and nothing else. Stationary tooth brush in my mouth, panda eyes looking back at him from the mirror, and my butt on display.

'Gotta take a leak Liz, I'm bursting' he says. He turns to the toilet, lifts the lid, and I hear liquid hitting the water hard. He sighs a big thankful sigh.

Oh well, there's only one bathroom I suppose....but I'm not over the moon about the situation. Seconds tick by, me still not moving, it seems like the longest piss in the world. I'm looking in the mirror at his shoulders. They're good, broad; and still a bit tanned from his last holiday. I'd never thought about Danny's body, him not really being my type.

The waterfall stops, and I see the unmistakeable triple shrug of his arm as he shakes himself dry. Through my head runs, 'Great, now even if you were a nice housemate last night, fuck off Danny and don't check out my arse again.' But he doesn't leave – he turns, leans his head over a little, and stares right at my ass. A smile creeps across his face. Oh brilliant, I'm cornered here, and he's gonna have some fun at my expense. 

Eventually he walks up behind me. I'm staring hard into the mirror at him, hoping his little joke ends soon. Quietly he says 'Fucking quality rear Liz.' I take the toothbrush out of my mouth and am just about to politely ask him to go forth when his finger brushes gently down my ass cheek. Jesus, what the fuck is this? For a 'Take the piss out of the nearly naked girl with a hangover moment', that's going a bit far Danny. 

Then he leans over a little, and starting just above the back of my knee, slowly runs the tips of his fingers up my thigh. He trails them down again, then back up. His head's really near mine now, his chin almost on my shoulder. Four fingers reach my arse, pulse on my skin for a second, then slide forward. He rests one finger on my sex through the cotton. I gasp. Christ, having Danny's hand on my cunt this morning was certainly not on the cards.

Maybe because I hadn't slapped him – even though that had crossed my mind - the finger stayed there. Then he started to push gently on my folds in a circle, opening me up through the flimsy material. I'm shocked, but surprise myself by letting out a very small moan. Maybe it was the last of the wine still in my body, maybe the unfinished business with the young doctor, but Danny's finger probing me felt good.

I relaxed, and parted my feet a little. One finger was joined by another, both drawing circles on my lips. The thong was disappearing into me, and Danny hooked his fingers inside it. I was getting wet, and he slid his fingertip into my cunt. Fuck, that made me moan properly.

He kept on with the circles, sliding the tops of his fingers just into me on the down stroke, then spreading my juices out on my lips on the up. He was teasing me – just enough to keep me building, keep me wanting more. Every time he came so close to my clit, but steered away. The poor thing was begging for Danny to reach up and touch it, but he kept massaging my lips.

The thong was getting in the way. I raised my hands to my waist to take it off, but in my ear Danny whispered 'No.' He pulled the crimpled material to the side. It was soaked, and just stuck there. 

He had free access now, and ran his finger up to part first one lip, then the other. He slid that finger inside me, coating it with juice, then at last trailed it slowly up to my clit. When he rested it on my bud I nearly cried out. I'd been made to wait too long for that. He started drawing tiny circles on my bead, occasionally pressing down harder. Christ, Danny was playing me the way I do it myself. My breathing got deeper, thoughts were blanked out as the waves of pleasure slowly started to build.

He'd go back to my cunt and gather up more juice, then up again for more circles on my clit. A thumb and finger were holding my lips apart now, making the skin a little tight, bring out my swollen clit even more. This unhurried massage went on and on, until I felt myself bite my lip. I started to shudder lightly, and had to grip on to the basin. Danny went a little faster and firmer, staying that way patiently, till my quivering built into a single moment of my body clutching completely tight. Then the surge overtook me. 'Fuck, yes!' I cried out, as the spasms and shudders pulsed through me.

Danny slowed to a gentle caress, barely touching me. The tingles were delicious. I expected him to stop, slide his hand away, but he kept tenderly stroking my clit. Jesus, after a bit of this I felt another wave start to rise. Danny sensed this and pressed a little firmer, more and more. The next explosion came quick inside me, and nearly made my knees give. I'm not used to having a second orgasm with a guy. I had to hold even harder on the sink not to fall. Completely spent, exhausted but fucking glowing, I slumped forward and rested my forehead on the cool glass of the mirror in front.

After a moment I sprang up with a jolt, and hissed 'Where the hell is Lloyd?' not wanting to be caught out by another unexpected bathroom guest. 

'Er, visiting his mum' Danny said. Phew, I rested forward again, breathing heavily.

I sensed Danny straighten, and pull away for a second. Then the hot, hard head of his cock nestled against my arse cheek. Jeez, the thing felt full. Then I could feel his hand, gripping himself, easing the skin back and forth against me. I glanced in the mirror, Danny's eyes half shut, as he slowly rubbed his cock on my butt.

He wasn't in a hurry, and just kept massaging the base of the head between finger and thumb. Smooth warm flesh burned into me. A little twitch, Danny groaned, and his wank picked up pace. He was sliding his hand up and down the whole shaft now, using my skin on one side, lingering at the bottom of his cock as his fingers squeezed.

I reached behind me, and cupped his balls in my hand. Another groan. I started to roll them lightly from one to the other. His cock stroke got faster, more urgent. Using my nails, I gently clawed up and down his very full sac. I watched in the mirror as Danny tilted his head back, eyes shut tight. His hand began to feel like a blur against me.

He started to move away, a low voice muttering 'Liz, I've gotta cum, now.' I held him in place by his balls, and pulled him back onto me. 

'Well....cum on me then,' I said.

A few moments later, a hot jet hit my arse cheek, Danny moaning 'Fuck' over and over. Then a second jet of thick liquid landed on me, just as the first began trickling down my cheeks. He rubbed his cock head into my ass, squeezing the last drops out of himself, spasming every few seconds.

Eventually he leant forward, resting his head on mine. We were both holding on to the basin now, heads down, breathing slowly. We must have looked a right picture - bloke with joggers round his ankles, spent cock nuzzling between my butt; and me with knickers to one side, and a happy throbbing clit.

Against the odds, me and Danny were an item for a few months. It was never that serious, we weren't gonna end up buying furniture together in Ikea. But we had a lot of fun, and did a lot of filthy things. He was never going to give up the pub and X box, though I did manage to get him to buy a few nicer t shirts. It was a little bit weird for Lloyd, having two housemates spending all weekend in one bedroom giggling, with occasional groans coming through the floorboards.

Eventually I got posted off to a new position on the other side of the country, and we kissed and waved goodbye. Danny was spot on with what he said just after our first episode in the bathroom though.....'There's no better hangover cure.'



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Many, many thanks for reading. Hope you had fun ;)

(c) TG Stone 2013

All rights reserved.



The Morning After



Sam picked up the phone after the first ring. It was early and Gloria would not be in for another half hour.

"Foster," he said cryptically. They call this early, they better know who they're calling.

"Sam, it's Brady. Sorry to call so early but the clerk of the court just called to tell us, the final decree was signed. We have a messenger on the way to pick it up."

"So, that's it, Huh?"

"Yep. You're a free man."

"Did you mention to her that there is a potential deal in the air for Foster Concepts?" Sam said, "It could mean a lot of money for her if she delays the divorce."

"I went over that with her a hundred times. She signed a release form, acknowledging she had been briefed."

"No shit? She signed?"

"Yep."

"She's really in a hurry to get away from me. Isn't she? You'd think I beat her like a stepchild."

"It's hard to believe. I still think you were too hasty to agree to her terms. You could have gotten by with a much smaller settlement, especially when it came to her claim on Foster Concepts. In reality, what did she actually contribute?"

"I know. But as I said before, if she's unhappy, then she should go. I made a choice sometime in the past that put the corporation ahead of family. We chose not to have children because I spent so little time at home. Looking back, I feel that I decided for both of us and Angela was just drug along. That being the case, she is entitled to equal consideration."

"Some consideration, yes. Half the corporate stock is too much, especially since she wants her half in cash."

"It's okay. I can borrow the money." 

"Is the bank going to be okay with that?"

"Why wouldn't they be?" Sam said, even though he knew the bank was constantly reviewing the company's financial indicators, especially their debt-to-net ratio. 

"You know them better than I do. I just know how sticky my bank is about the numbers they watch."

Sam knew he would need to go talk to his team at Wells Fargo and bring them fully into his thinking. He had excellent rapport with them, but he still hated to discuss the potential deal that was looming on the horizon. It was very much like counting chickens before they hatched. He could be orders of magnitude off in his estimates - both in potential value and in the time it would take to develop a final prototype and then a production design. Applications software for the smart phone depended on a multitude of factors beyond his control. Everything hinged on absolute secrecy. His competitors were working on countless apps, anyone of which might deliver the same capability he was offering. In that unfortunate case, a million dollars of research, development and test and evaluation (RDT&E) would go quietly into the drain and Sam Foster and his little group would join the lines of unemployed "could have beens." 

Apps developers at Samsung, Motorola, Apple and Google could each absorb a million dollar loss. No big deal, Cost of doing business; For Foster, it was sudden death. 

The initial testing was this evening - assuming last night's burn-in was successful. Sam planned to put off going to the bank until the results were finalized and properly documented, pass or fail, he would go day-after tomorrow. With so much on his plate, Sam hardly had time to think about the divorce. 

When he did think about it, he felt a deep sense of loss and personal failure. He couldn't bring himself to blame Angela. She was right to make the most of her opportunity to be happy. He felt bad that he didn't feel worse about it. A huge part of him was glad that he no longer needed excuses to work late into the night or to feel bad that he could not take her to special events at the club or even to church on Sunday. He had become so engrossed with growing Foster Concepts, that he had not realized how far from Angela he had let his life drift until he discovered that she was having an affair. For her part, Angela did throw tantrums or go out of her way to make Sam feel bad. But she did not try all that hard to hide the affair. He was LTC. Clark Cates, US Army, stationed at Fort Meade, Maryland with orders to report to duty at the US Embassy in London. Part of Angela's hurry to get a final divorce was to enable her and the colonel to marry and travel to England together. Sam could see that, wished them all the best. He found a set of designer luggage and had it sent to the colonel's residence at Fort Meade. It was nicer than anything Angela would buy for herself. And now it was part of history. Good.

Gloria interrupted his train of thought, "There's a Larry Thurston for you on line one. Says it's urgent."

"Thank you, Gloria." Sam said and put the phone on speaker. "Larry, my friend, what's happening?"

"Take me off the speaker."

"Okay. You've got it," Sam said with growing apprehension stirring up his ulcer.

"This is your friend, Sam," Larry said, "I'm not speaking for Motorola." 

The ulcer took another big bite in Sam's stomach. "What's up for Christ's sake?"

"The app you're testing is passing with flying colors on all the target platforms. You've got a winner."

How the hell did Larry find out about the tests before Sam? A couple of the developers and some of the T&E guys were old Motorola engineers but everyone associated with the project had been sworn to secrecy.

"Sam?"

"I'm here."

"When do you plan to announce it?"

"I don't know yet. Marketing is still working on alternatives."

"Is that why you and Karl had dinner at Morton's with VALUETRUST last Thursday?"

Goddamnit, That was supposed to be a secret meeting, also.

"Sam, you know that if there is anything you guys need to bring the app to market, we're standing by to help. And that is Motorola speaking, in addition to your friend."

"Now, how the hell do you know that? That was supposed to be a secret."

"Come on, Sam, this is Washington. There are a countable number of finest restaurants. There aren't any secrets. You're a beltway veteran. You know that." 

That was true, back in their days, Sam and Angela would run into someone from their business circle any time they had dinner at any of the area restaurants. In Alexandria or Reston, Chevy Chase or Frederic, Maryland or anywhere in The District, they were like swimming in a goldfish bowl. 

"Yeah, you're right," Sam admitted. "But no one was supposed to know about our testing schedule; much less, the results. Those kind of leaks can ruin us."

"Well, don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. In fact, that's why I made this call."

"Yeah?"

"If you're thinking of being acquired and were waiting to see how this app worked out, my division is authorized to make you an offer that is not contingent on the results of testing."

"That's interesting," Sam said. But deep inside he was thinking that Motorola and his friend, Larry, were in the catbird's seat against any other bidders to buy Foster Concepts, now that they knew the app worked. Good thing he talked to the folks at VALUETRUST.

"Anyway, congratulations, Sam. "Think about what I said, Okay?"

"I will. Thanks for calling, Larry, Sam said and hung up.

He still had the receiver in his hand when Gloria buzzed him again. "A Mister Blake on line two, for you, sir."

"Hey, Mel, what's up?"

"Hello Sam. Congratulations. I've got good news and better news.

"Oh?"

"The good news is that both Google and Samsung are ready to make non contingent offers. The better news is that Motorola says they will beat the higher of Google or Samsung by twenty percent."

"We haven't heard from Apple?"

"Not yet."

"I don't want to sit too long on this. Should we go ahead without them?"

"Can you meet with us on Thursday to go over the whole strategy?"

"I think so. Let me check with my team and call you back this afternoon."

"Great."

The meeting took place at the Ritz Carlton Hotel in Annapolis Thursday afternoon and ran until well past midnight. On the table were a total cash offer by GOOGLE to acquire all two million shares of Foster's stock at $403.40 per share. Sam had been hoping for a decent offer, but the Google offer was more than he had hoped for. Karl Ewing, Foster's chief financial officer, thought the offer was a little on the low side, if anything.

The meeting adjourned with a unanimous decision to tell Motorola about Google's offer and let Apple know they had 24 hours to respond to Motorola's bid. 

The meeting resumed Friday morning at seven with a light breakfast offering from the hotel. Sam's ulcer was acting up and he felt more nervous than he remembered feeling when he came close to losing the company a few years ago. So much was happening and so little was under his control. Nonetheless, he smiled and greeted everyone with his trademark casual enthusiasm. 

He had just started his remarks when Karl handed him a sheet of plain white paper, folded in half. Printed on the page as a one line note:

APPLE OFFERS ONE POINT TWO BILLION ALL CASH 

Tom Burns, Head of Marketing read a draft press release but the board voted unanimously to withhold releasing anything until the acquiring entity approved and made an announcement of their own.

Lawyers for each of the participants in the auction of Foster Concepts, Inc. argued for a month before Motorola prevailed. A month later the deal went to closing and Sam Foster was suddenly 980 million dollars richer. 

Sam called Mary Joiner of one of the district's larger realty firms and asked her to find a reliable family to lease his house in Great Falls at, or slightly below, the prevailing rate. It was better, he thought, than having the house stand vacant for extended periods of time. Although in his new financial situation, Sam could afford any house he wanted, he still clung to Angela's conservatism when it came to money. And he hated waste in any form.

He looked for the closest Chevrolet dealer and bought a new Silverado. He selected one with minimal exterior decoration but with all the bells and whistles offered by GM. He had a protective grill installed to make it slightly more deer proof. He left his Mercedes on consignment with a dealer in Falls Church and was ready to go by the first Monday of the summer.

His general plan was to go west until he reached the Pacific and then north to British Columbia. But in truth, he had no specific destination and no appointed time to get there. He drove by his house in Great Falls and found Mary Joiner arguing with his housekeeper, Carmen Mendoza.

"Mr. Sam is coming home. I have to finish cleaning and make his supper."

"You don't understand. Sam is gone and will not be coming back."

"That can't be true. Mr. Sam he don't say nothing to me about going away."

"Well that may, be but he's asked me to put the house up for rent and I'm showing it to a nice young couple this afternoon. You don't have time to clean and make supper. Sam is not coming back."

"I don't under estand why he no say nothing to me."

"I didn't say anything," Sam said, walking unannounced into thr conversation, "because I've been so damned busy I've forgotten my manners. It's all my fault. Let's go to the den. I'll tell you all about it."

"Boy, am I glad to see you," Mary sighed, "I have a prospective long term renter. Young doctors, both of them. They have a five year old and a new born, both girls. They have afive-year-old Shi tzu and you didn't say how you felt about pets."

"I wouldn't like to see a house full of pit bulls or great Danes but a well-mannered peke, or toy poodle or shi tzu would be okay. Ven, Carmen."

Sam took a chair at a small marble table in the den and motioned for the young maid to join him.

"I'd like some tea. Can you pour us some tea, please?"

"Do jew want cold or hot, sweet or unsweet?"

" Iced tea, Unsweet, please."

Carmen went for the tea and Sam felt thoroughly shitty for having treated her so badly. When had he become such an asshole? No wonder Angela left.

"Here jew are, fresh, dark and unsweet jus' like me."

"Oh no. You're very sweet. I feel terrible for not telling you what was going on. Where's your tea?"

"I don't need tea. I don't feel right sitting with jew."

"Why?"

"Jew are 'El Senor' and I am just a peasant girl."

"Nonsense, please go get yourself a glass of tea and come sit with me."

"Is that true what jew want?"

"Yes that's truly what I want."

"Carmen," Sam said when she returned and they were each sipping their tea, "you know Senora Angela left me two months ago and has remarried and moved away."

The beautiful young lady looked at Sam with eyes about to cry and nodded softly. 

"We sold the company and I don't have a reason to live here anymore."

The clarity of his reason surprised him, so Sam took another sip of tea and continued. "Someday, I may have a reason to come back."

"And La Senora, too?"

"No. She is gone forever."

"Carmen, I am going to pay you through the end of the year. That should give you a chance to find a new house to work in. Somebody else will be living here. If you think you would like to work for them, I will speak to them for you. Would you like that?"

"Si, si. I will like that very much.

"In that case, I'll make it happen. I see you're still driving that old Nissan."

"Jes. It's a good little car."

"Would you like a new car?"

"Well in the winter it would be nice to have one with calificacion. And plus the tires are getting old."

"Finish your tea and let's go see what you might like in a new car."

Sam knew he was overcompensating for having neglected her, but what the hell, if it made her feel even a little better it was a bargain. 

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Claro. I will do anything for you. I mean anything. Jew just say it." Carmen stood and smoothed her white blouse over her magnificent breasts.

It gave Sam some uncomfortable ideas, he was thinking of her as a niece or a daughter, but he said, "No. Nothing like that."

Carmen smiled and pretended to pout. She was a beauty, Sam noticed for the umpteenth time.

"I'm going to call Henderson's dry cleaners and laundry to come pick up all my clothes. I will tell them to take the clothes to your church - It's Christ the Redeemer, right - you and your friends take what you need, or can use. Give the rest to anyone who needs it. Can you do that?"

"Claro."

Sam made the call while Carmen put the glasses away and picked what little else was out of place throughout the house. 

Sam was surprised to see Mary Joiner in the living room. Sam had not noticed how pretty she was in a gray pinstripe suit, straight skirt, trim little bolero abbreviated at mid-tummy. Under the jacket, she wore a butter-yellow chiffon blouse with soft ruffles at the neck. Prim, proper, business-like. 

"Doctors Craig are meeting me here in ten minutes. Would you like to meet them?"

"Don't see why not."

Sam took the time to tell Mary about his plan to get his wardrobe out of the house. She thought it was a little over the top. A lot of Sam's clothes appeared to be brand new. All were top quality. 

"Are you sure you're not going to need some of this stuff?"

"I'm sure. I'll take some Levis, a couple of dockers and some polo shirts to get me to my first stop."

"Do you know where that is going to be?"

"Not really."

"Then how will you know when you've arrived?"

"I'm hoping I'm going to recognize it."

"What if you don't?"

"Then I guess I'll just keep going."

"That sounds exciting. I'm jealous."

"Don't be. Just grab your tooth brush and an extra pair of panties and get in the truck."

"You're bluffing."

"Am I?"

"Do I really need a tooth brush and an extra pair of panties?"

"Now who's bluffing? We can buy you a new toothbrush at the first gas station and I don't care if you wear panties at all. You want to go, go get in the truck."

"My clients are here. Don't leave without me," Mary said, and skipped to the front door. 

Sam's heart was thumping. What the hell are you doing asking a total stranger to come along? It was not like him. Not like him at all. She might be a dangerous psychopath for all he knew. How would he get rid of her if she got to be a complete bore? 

What if he, Sam, turned out to be the bore? Was this a sex thing? He had not even thought about sex since he didn't know when. God, no wonder Angela gave up on you. It couldn't be a sexual thing. He had no sexual feelings toward Mary, had gotten her name from the Long and Foster homepage. Before today, their only interaction had been on the phone. He closed his eyes and found he did not have a mental image of her. Was she blond? Brunette? A redhead? No, not a redhead and Did she have a good figure?

Sam liked soft full breasts. Did she have decent tits? Does it really matter? Is she a prude? It did not seem like it, judging from their unfinished conversation. Was she promiscuous? One could always hope.

"... and this is the owner of the house, Sam Foster. Sam, these are Bert and Jane Craig." 

Both Bert and Jane had strong friendly handshakes. Sam liked them right away. 

"I take it you've read the terms of the lease. Any questions?"

"We have few. We are responsible for upkeep and maintenance but you'll pay for any repairs. So what is our responsibility?"

"Something breaks or isn't working one hundred percent. You call a repairman from the authorized list and inspect the work when it's done. If you approve, I'll pay. That goes for the grounds as well. The grounds keeper reports to you. You adjudicate anything he says he needs to do or get done. If you approve, I'll pay. 

I am trusting you to treat this home as if you meant to pass it down to your children.

I am making an exception to the no pets rule because you already own a shi tzu. Or he owns you. I would not be so understanding of a larger animal. Speaking of which, there is a barn with a fully equipped tack room. You are allowed to keep up to three horses. That's a Fairfax County restriction of one horse per acre. If you decide you want horses, you must provide adequate liability insurance that absolves me of any blame when your tame little trigger takes a plug out of the neighbor kid's ass."

"Oh, Bert, I've always wanted a horse." 

"Any other questions?" Sam said. 

"Why are you giving us such a good deal? Are you laundering money for the mob? Are we going to get some surprise visitors one of these nights?"

They all laughed except Mary. The smallest comment can start a deal unravelling. But Sam put things back on track. "I just sold a small software company and for personal reasons I want to leave the area for a while. If I come back, I want it to be to this house because I designed it and a friend of mine built it. I'm hoping you will consider it a personal favor that you get it at favorable terms. Now just one more thing."

"yessir?"

"The young lady upstairs has become unemployed with my leaving. This house is too big for one person to care for, especially a mom with a newborn baby, if you are to have any sort of work or social life, you are going to need a full time house-keeper. Carmen worked for us for three years, she knows the house and what it needs.I highly recommend her. I have promised to pay her salary for the rest of this year. At the end of that period, I think you will find her as indispensable as we did. I will consider it a personal favor if you will take her on on a trial basis.

"We've already thought of that. And we're delighted to give her a chance. But we will be glad to cover her salary from the beginning." 

All that being settled, they all shook hands again and Sam stepped out to look for Mary. She was standing by Sam's pickup with a small duffel in her hand. "Panties and a toothbrush," Mary said, holding up the bag. "I just returned from visiting my folks. In Philly I haven't unpacked yet."

"Shucks," Sam said, "I was looking forward to helping you find some replacements." Mary laughed and climbed into the Silverado. "Nice truck."




The Morning After



"Just got it today," Sam said. "By the way where is your car?"

"It's Carmen's car now. That's what she and I were doing while you entertained the doctors Craig."

"Did she get a good deal?"

"She thinks so."

"How about you? Did you get a good deal?"
 "I'm happy."

"Good." Sam was glad he didn't get between the two women in that transaction but he wondered what kind of arrangement they made and how Carmen was going to pay for a late model Prius. "Okay then," Sam said, turning to his new travelling companion, "what do you say to an early supper at the Red Mill in Leesburg?"

"Sounds great. I've heard good things about it."

They lingered over their meal until Sam thought the worst of the rush hour traffic had died down, then continued on Interstate 66 to Gainesville where they picked up I-15/VA211 toward Warrenton. Driving west and southwest, they were facing a fierce sun as it settled on the Blueridge Mountains. Sam pulled into a Pilot gas and service center to top off their fuel supply and to get relief from the sun in his eyes. Mary sat sideways in her seat, smiling warmly at her companion. Her skirt rose a couple of inches above her knee. She had smooth shapely legs and she wasn't wearing hose.

'Want a soft drink, tea or a cup of coffee? I'd like to keep going for another couple of hours."

"I'm good, thanks for asking."

"You sure?" 

"Yes. You go ahead and get something."

"A friend called me this morning to tell me there has been a cancellation at The Inn at Little Washington. I reserved a suite there for four days. Is that okay?"

5-star inn and restaurant? That Inn?"

"The very same."

"Oh, I guess we can put up with it."

Sam called the inn and confirmed the reservation and gave their estimated arrival time.

"Are we a little under-dressed for such auspicious accommodations?"

"I've never been here. But at their prices, nothing will surprise me. Actually I think you look quite sophisticated. If anyone says anything, you can tell them I'm your manservant."

They need not have worried. The reception, when they arrived at the inn was warm and courteous to the point of obsequious. The suite was fit for royalty. A bottle of Dom Perignon and two crystal flutes were waiting for them on an elegant side table in the living room.

When the bellman left, Mary said, "Wow."

Not a word had been spoken about what was expected of her. How was she supposed to earn her share of this extravaganza? Was she here to provide sexual favors? She had always been quiet, shy little Mary. Although she was no longer a virgin, she was not in the habit of paying for anything with her body. She completely surprised herself by taking Sam Foster up on his preposterous dare. For his part, Sam acted the perfect gentle since the moment they left Great Falls. He made no attempt to kiss her, or even touch her. They were in the same suite but there were two king beds, each in its own bed room. She was totally committed, no turning back now, but she was still amazed that she acted so far out of character. Even if she didn't consider the sexual implications, It was not in her nature to drop everything, put her life on pause and take off for nowhere in particular with a man she met just a week ago. Insane, that's what it was. The danger in her situation made her giddy. Sam was a big man, perhaps six-two, two hundred pounds. He could easily overpower her. But she was not afraid of him in a physical sense. She felt sure he would not force her against her will. It was what she would want him to do that caused her worries. With just his presence he had lured her into his truck. What more would she want to give him?

And here he was pouring champagne in the most relaxed and casual manner.

"To happy wandering," he said and handed Mary a flute. 

"To happy wandering," Mary said and downed half the flute in one gulp.

"Shall we see what's on the telly or order a movie? What kind of shows do you like?"

"Just anything and everything. I'm not too much into late night TV."

"Gosh, it is late, isn't it?" Sam poured each of them a new drink.

"Time flies when you're having fun."

"Are you having fun?" Sam said, "You seemed kind of pensive there for a minute. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"Truthfully, yes. I was thinking how much unlike me this is. I am not usually impetuous by nature and here I am, just dropped everything and took off with the first tall dark handsome man that asked me."

"And you were wondering if I was going to demand sexual favors as a form of paying your share. Weren't you?"

Mary could feel her cheeks getting red. Was she that obvious? "Yes."

"Let's finish this fine champagne and talk about that. Or would you rather go down to one of the bars where there will be witnesses in case I try to get physical with you?"

"Here's fine."

Sam poured the last of the champagne and leaned back in the easy chair.

"I'm sure it hasn't escaped your notice that my wife left me some months ago. I haven't been with anyone since a year before she left. So it's been a pretty long drought. On that basis alone one could say you are right to be worried about me. On the other hand, I'm sure you did at least some due diligence on me before agreeing to be my realtor. And therefore you know I am not prone to push myself on people. It was not my overactive sex drive that my wife found unbearable. I asked you along for companionship. I don't promise a purely platonic experience for us. You are a beautiful young woman and I find you very attractive. I hope you will develop feelings for me before the trip is done. We are not always going to share five-star accommodations and may wind up thrown together more than you like. I will never ask anything of you that you do not freely offer. But 'm not likely to turn down even small favors."

"So we don't have to share a bed tonight?"

"Not tonight, But it looks like we share the bathroom. Do you want to shower first, second, or in the morning?"

"I'll go first if you don't mind."

"Apres vous"

Sam found some Johnny Walker Black Label in the mini bar and fixed himself a drink. He wondered what Mary was thinking now and how she would have reacted if he had demanded his pound of flesh. He was glad he took the opportunity to set her mind at ease. He drank his scotch and soda and let the events of the past few months ply through his mind like a carousel of slides. Angela, the software team, the new app, the sale of the company, the lease of the house, the...

"Sam, Sam." Mary shook him gently "It's all yours now." She leaned over him with her right hand on his left shoulder. 

Sam awoke to find the most gorgeous breasts waving inches from his face behind a thin silky night shirt. They were perfectly conical with silver dollar- areolas and hard nipples the size of a fingertip. Was Mary aware that Sam could see her tits? If she did, she did not react but stood in her leaning position as Sam appreciated the beauty of her breasts and the finely toned belly beneath her ribcage.

"Thank you, I must have fallen asleep."

"No problem. You've had a few hard days lately."

"Few hard weeks more likely."

"Okay be right out." Sam stood and was mortified to see a tent in the front of his dockers. He walked briskly to the bathroom hoping Mary had not seen it.

The shower was perfect and relaxed all but one part of his body. That part took a little more effort but, thanks to Mary's little show and his racing imagination, Sam brought that also under control. He expected Mary to be in bed so he came out of the bathroom wearing a new pair of boxer shorts.

"Oops. Sorry Mary. I thought you would already be in bed." 

It's okay. Turnabout's fair play. You saw me. I should get to see you."

"I got by far the better end of that bargain." 

"Oh yeah?" How so?"

"You are so much more beautiful to look at and there's so much more of you to see."

Mary had never before seen a man in just his shorts, and Sam was certainly a fine specimen. He had massive arms and shoulders and chest muscles that looked like breasts that were flattened and stretched tightly above bulging abdominals that appeared to ripple even when Sam stood still as he stood now. Mary had the greatest urge to go wrap her arms around his waist and push her face into that muscled belly. Although he obviously did not have an erection, Mary could see clearly how his member rested against his leg. She wondered if he would get hard if she let him see her breasts again. These thoughts sent twinges from her vagina to the tips of her nipples.

Finally, Sam turned toward the rear bed room. "I guess I'll take this bed. Call me if you need anything."

"I'll be fine, Have a goodnight."

"You, too. Goodnight."

Mary crawled between the sheets and felt as if someone was caressing her all over. The sheets were satin and smelled of lavender. A person could definitely get used to this. She rubbed a pillow against her chest and torso and imagined it was Sam's body pressing hard against her. In the shower, Mary had stopped herself from inserting her finger into her sensitive slit. Now she realized that stopping had been a mistake. Now she was hungering for something to ease the yearning emptiness. She pressed her forefinger between her outer lips. She was totally wet. She added her middle finger and pushed in and out in a hailing motion. A tingling sensation crept in synch with her fingers toward a spot deep in her womb. Mary was not totally new to masturbation but the orgasms she normally achieved were fleeting tremors that left her far from satisfaction. Tonight she was feeling something different, much more intense. The harder and faster she applied pressure, the more intense the sensation grew. Several times she had to bite the pillow to keep from screaming. "Oh,Yes, harder. Hit me harder. Oh God. I'm coming." She was squirming and rocking through a different kind of orgasm. And then realized that she had dropped the pillow. Oh my God. What if Sam is still awake and heard me? How am I going to face him in the morning? I wonder what would happen if I were to go right now and get into bed with him.

She lay flat on her back, her right hand still in her panties, and fell asleep.

Sam was awake through Mary's private escapade and tried to imagine what she looked like at each stage. He might have been more tempted to go give her the relief she obviously needed if he had not so recently released his own tension. Tomorrow promised to be an interesting day.

He awoke at six, as usual and discovered that several newspapers had been delivered to their suite along with a carafe of coffee and an assortment of fruits and pastries.

He wrapped a heavy terry cloth robe about him, grabbed the Washington Post and a Danish and stepped out to a little veranda hidden among the wisteria.

Mary joined him a few minutes later. Good Morning, Sunshine," Sam greeted her, "Sleep well?" 

"Just great, Thank you. What is on the agenda for today?"

"A friend of mine owns a vineyard not far from here. If he's home I'd like to pay him a visit. Would that be okay with you?"

"Of course," Mary said, "This is your trip. You don't need to consult me or make any concessions for my sake. But in any event I would love to visit your friend's vineyard."

"They serve a breakfast buffet that I'm sure is going to be super. Do you want to partake or just eat what the gods have provided and catch the buffet perhaps another day." 

"Yeah," Mary said "let's catch the buffet another day. Those rolls look scrumptious."

"Yeah. And so do you."

"Have you been peeking at my boobs again?"

"No. just imagining. But I would like to." 

"I'll try to remember that," Mary said, the added, "Too bad we finished the champagne, this orange juice would have made great mimosas." 

"Hold that thought," Sam said, and picked up the house phone. "Could you please send us a bottle of Dom Perignon?"

The champagne arrived before Sam and Mary could grab another pastry.

"What does one wear to a winery?"Mary asked.

"I'm not sure it is a winery. It was about forty acres of vinyards about twenty years ago. I don't know if Tomaso has finished the winery. In any case, I'm wearing dress jeans and cowboy boots. You look good in anything. Do you have a red skirt and a white peasant blouse?"

"Not with me, why? Is that what you think I should wear." 

"Oh no. I was just remembering an episode from 'I Love Lucy' where she and this other ditzy dame climb into a vat to crush grapes with their bare feet. The girls wore red skirts and white blouses."
"You're funny."

"You think so?"

"I do."

"You think I'll be okay in jeans and a t-shirt?"

"Absolutely."

Sam finished the rest of the mimosas while Mary changed.

She wore skin-tight jeans and a t-shirt cut off right below her breasts

"Wow. You look terrific."

"thank you. You have a way of making me feel terrific even when I really know better."

"I'm just calling them as I see them."

"Are you still talking about my boobs?"

"Yes and no."

"What?"

"Yes I admire your breasts. But I admire the whole package, including your boobs. You are more beautiful than you know."

"Now you sound like you're trying to get into my panties."

"Maybe I am."

"We'd better go or a certain vineyard isn't going to get visited."

Mary brought the crystal flutes inside out of harm's way and noticed the tent in Sam's robe. You're playing with fire, she thought.

The chef put together a picnic for four, including two bottles of fine burgundy and Sam drove about fifteen miles north to Tomaso's vineyard. Tomaso and his wife Carina were picking the last of their cabernet sauvignon and tying back their cabernet franc.

"We brought goodies," Sam said after introductions, "I hope you haven't eaten."

"How about that," Carina said, "We were just fixing to break for lunch."

"Great timing," Mary said and spread a table cloth on the back of a flatbed wagon close by. They had hard salami sandwiches, buffalo mozzarella and dried tomatoes with an assortment of Greek and Italian olives. 

After lunch, Mary teamed with Carina in picking grapes while Tomaso and Sam continued where Tomaso had left off tying vines back to the trellis to make way for the tractors to do the heavy harvesting. As they worked they could hear the women occasionally, talking and giggling. It gave Sam a curious feeling between loss and pride. "Sorry to hear about you and Angela," Tomaso said, "must have hit you pretty hard; You were pretty tight."

"Yeah," Sam said, "I'm still sorta reeling."

"You sure got a pretty one this time. Is it serious?"

"Too early to tell, I just met her last week." 

They reached the head of the row they were working and Tomaso said, "that should do her. Let's go see how the girls are doing with the cab."

Two long rows of cabernet sauvignon had been picked clean and the grapes piled high in picker boxes in the shade of the vines.

"Mama mia," Tomaso said, "These women did a ton of work.". 

"She's a fast learner and a hard worker," Carina said.

"I had a good teacher," Mary replied.

"That's enough fun for one day," Tomaso said and gave Carina a gentle slap across her shapely ass.

Mary looked at Sam expecting Sam to touch her. Even a slap across the ass would be welcome. But Sam only smiled at her.

There was something in the way Sam smiled at her that disconcerted Mary. 

She felt at once that he was proud of her and at the same time there was a sadness in his eyes that Mary knew was a yearning for his lost wife. Was he comparing her to Angela and finding Mary wanting in some quality? She wished they could be alone right now so she could talk to him. She felt a need to approach Sam as she had never felt before for any other human being. She needed him to hold her and to mold her to fit the hole that exists in his life. What the hell, she finally admitted she was horny and it was her hole that needed filling. 

"Follow us to the house, Sam, Let's see if we have enough energy left among the four of us to make a decent pot of spaghetti."

"Lead on," Sam said, and headed toward the Silverado. Mary ran to catch Sam and offered her hand for him to hold, fearful beyond reason that he would spurn her. But he held her hand instead and gave her a gentle squeeze. He opened her door for her and put his hand on her ass to give her a little boost up to the seat. The truck was so quiet, Mary was sure Sam could hear her heart beating against her ribcage. "Tired?" he said, and patted her thigh just above the knee.

"A little," Mary said and trapped his hand on her thigh. His touch was electricity that travelled instantly to her heart and to a spot between her legs. She felt the dampness increase between her thighs and wondered if he would get an erection. Mary felt a perverse pride in the knowledge that she could stimulate him just by being near. Of course, what really seemed to get him going was seeing her breasts or even talking about them. What funny creatures men are. Mary caressed Sam's hand. It was softer and smoother than she had imagined. But what did she expect? Sam was an engineer, then a business executive. The hardest thing he did with his hands was swing a golf club. Not that Mary was critical of business execs. Sam certainly succeeded from what little she heard. 

"You got awfully quiet again," Sam said, "something bothering you?"

"No, not really."

"But what?"

"I wish we could talk." Mary's heart was racing again. Was she getting to something better left alone?

"What would you like to talk about?"

"You, me, us, everything."

"We're here. Let's take a rain check on the talk, okay?"

"Okay," Mary sighed. It was really better that they could not talk right now. She needed time to think of what to say and what to ask. In her heart she knew she would only get one chance. She wanted most of all to know what had Angela done wrong? What did Sam do wrong? What did the two of them do wrong together? But answers to those questions were not like cherries on the tree, waiting to be picked. One or more of those answers depended on this trip. Her only hope was to survive the trip without becoming part of the problem. And to do that she had to make herself as indispensable as the air around him and just about as intrusive. But the one truth she was already starting to discern was that she will never know the answers to the magic questions until she knows who Sam is and she will not know that until she knows who Mary is. 

"Come on in. It's not the Inn at Little Washington, but you are just as welcome," Tomaso held a bottle of red wine and four large goblets .Carina stirred something in a pot over the stove. It smelled delicious.

Mary rinsed her hands under the faucet at the kitchen sink and said, "how can I help?"

"You can make a salad," Carina said, "lettuce, tomatoes and other veggies are in that fridge. Tomaso poured wine for everyone without further consultation.

Mary apportioned the salad into four bowls provided by Carina and the four sat at the table to enjoy the wine and wait for Carina to serve the rest of the meal. 

"I read where you sold Foster Concepts. Are you going to be okay with that?'

"I have to, don't I?"

"But are you?"

"Let's say I'm working on it."

"Are you going to join the Bill Gates Club?"

"I'm not in their league."

"The Post said you cleared close to a billion dollars," Carina said, "was that not true?"

"I don't trust the post," Tomaso said, "never have."

"So?" Carina insisted.

"Yeah it's true it was close to a billion, believe it or not, I don' know the exact figure. It's higher than I can count in one lifetime and higher than I ever hope to spend."

Mary worried that these personal questions would irritate Sam. But Sam seemed not to be phased by them. It was as if they were asking about any other large number. She was surprised how little regard Sam seemed to have for his personal wealth. She had sensed in her real estate dealings that he was overly inclined to be generous, but often, generosity is a long range strategy that yields greater rewards than strategies built around short term gains and short term milestones. Sam appears to value things beyond money. But what? Mary noticed that Carina was working with three buttons of her blouse undone and she was obviously not wearing a bra. Sam did not appear to be paying too much attention to Carina's breasts but Tomaso hardly took his eyes off them. Was she getting an object lesson?




The Morning After



Toward the end of supper, the subject everyone seemed to avoiding came up when Carina said, "So, Sam, does it appear that Angela is gone for good?" 

"It's more than appearance. The divorce was finalized on the 20th of April.

She remarried on the 15th of May and left for London with her new husband before Memorial Day Weekend."

"Were you lucky, or what?" Tomaso said.

"How so?"

'If she had stuck around a couple of months you would have had to split the billion with her."

"I told her the sale was in the mill and very likely to happen. She either didn't believe me or didn't want the money. Even her own lawyers weren't able to convince her. Looking at the way things turned out, she may have made the wiser choice."

"How could you say that?"

"Well, assuming they are truly in love, and who can say about those things. I mean, I thought Angela and I were truly in love, and I still fucked it up. Any way, her new husband is a light colonel in the Army, probably a spook, makes roughly a hundred k per year. And suddenly his new wife has half a billion US Dollars. What kind of marriage can survive in that stress? As it was, she carried over a little over 25 million."

"Where did that come from?"

"I bought her half of Foster Concepts. She wouldn't be any better off with half a billion. No way."

"You are weird," Carina said.

"More like one sick puppy," Tomaso said. 

"We better get out of these sweet people's hair," Mary said.

"Unless you want to spend the night," Carina said, " It's not the Inn at Little Washington, like Tomaso said, but we have an extra bed, upstairs"

"Do you have two?" Sam said.

"Oh? Is that the way it is?" Tomaso said.

"Would you like us to come help you again tomorrow?" Sam said.

"Yeah," Mary added "today was fun."

"No. We got it. But you both were a world of help today." Tomaso said.

On the way back to the Inn, Mary tried to understand all she heard at the supper table. Sam feels his marriage fell apart because of something he did. Or maybe didn't do. He doesn't feel that a billion dollars is necessarily a blessing. At least part of him wishes he could have Angela back. 

"There you are. All quiet again. Are you okay?"

"I still want to talk."

"Let's wait till we're in the suite."

Too soon for Mary's liking, they were at the inn, Sam gave the keys to the valet and they went into their suite.

The suite was a sparkling oasis, just as they knew it would be.

"Champagne, chardonnay, something stronger?"

"I'd like some Riesling, if they have a good one."

"I'm sure they do," Sam said and picked up the house phone. "Bring us a bottle of your best spᾅtlese and two goblets please."

"I think you'll like this." Sam said when the wine arrived. He poured each a glass and clinked Mary's glass with his. "To answered questions," he said, not quite smiling. It worried Mary but she said, "To answers."

"Okay, ask me anything you want to ask. If I know the answer. I'll tell you."

Mary thought it was still too early for serious questions. And being in his shadow all day had left her feeling amorous. Her rowdier friends would say Mary was horny.

"If I show you my breasts, will you kiss me?"

"Try me."

Mary reached for the hem of her t-shirt and swept it over her head in one fluid motion.

"Oh my God, they're gorgeous," Sam said as he sat on the couch beside Mary and kissed her deeply. She responded with the passion that had been building since early Monday. She unbuttoned his shirt and brought her face to his chest. He smelled of sweat and a fragrance she didn't recognize. She felt herself being pushed back on the couch and the day's growth of whiskers as his face pressed into her bosom. His hands were all over her breasts, pinching her nipples and sending signals to her thighs and beyond.

Sam felt his erection rising too fast. This was his chance for the proverbial first impression. It had to be his best. He sucked Mary's nipples until he could feel her tensing up for an orgasm. He worked his way down her belly to the top of her jeans. He unsnapped and unzipped them then pulled them straight down her thighs. Mary raised her hips to allow the jeans to continue down to her ankles. Sam pushed them all the way off and brought his face to within half an inch of her outer labia. He licked her outer lips from the bottom up to where her landing strip of red curls marked the way to heaven.

Mary was experiencing for the first time a man's breath on her vagina. It was driving her insane with anticipation. She wanted to grab his head and shove it hard between her lips. Her pussy was dripping and throbbing. It had been that way since Sam started biting her nipples. Inexperienced as she was, she thought she was having an orgasm. Whatever it was it felt divine. Now she felt Sam's hot tongue on the plateau between her pussy snd her anus. The tongue moved upward, stopped to delve into her love canal and finally ended up wrapped around her clitoris. The sensation was more powerful than she had ever imagined. She arched her back, felt her legs stiffen involuntarily and a white hot glow began to form deep within her womb. It grew whiter and hotter with every lick of Sam's tongue on her clitoris. Suddenly the light was like a flashbulb and it exploded with an intensity almost too great to bear. "Oh my God," she screamed.

Sam picked her up and carried her to the bed he had slept in the night before. He laid her on her back and swiftly got out of his jeans and boxers. His cock was so hard it hurt. It looked blue in the indirect light.

Mary spread her legs to allow Sam between her thighs. He placed his weight on his knees to keep both his hands free to caress her as he wished. He used the fingers of his left hand to open her hot wet slit and with his right, he slid his cock up and down just inside the outer lips. It felt so delicious, Sam struggled keep from thrusting immediately into her depths. He slid the shaft up and down along her slit in a rhythmic pattern adding his precum to her copious girl juice. He put the head of his cock on her clit and applied pressure to both with his right hand. His mouth found her nipples and he sucked on them and bit them gently.

With her body barely recovered from the strongest orgasm of her life, Mary could hardly believe the pleasure she felt in her pussy. They were driving her insane. On one level her brain was still functioning and it told her the best was still to come. She raised her hips, tried to trap Sam's wonderful rod. "Please Sam, quit teasing me. Give it to me now."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to make love to me."

"I am making love to you."

"I want more. I want you inside me."

"Tell me specifically what you want."

"I want you to fuck me. Put that long hard cock in my pussy. See how hot and wet and ready it is for you."

"We don't have to do this, you know."

"Why are you stopping?" Mary could barely keep from shouting.

"You are under no obligation to compensate for this trip or any other reason."

"Sam, will you please get down here and fuck me?"

Mary grabbed Sam and pulled him on top of her. She remembered how she sometimes abused her pillow and grabbed Sam's ass and pulled him roughly into her crotch. Sam held his cock to align it with Mary's waiting hole but he resisted her efforts to thrust it in completely on the first stroke. He let her take the first two inches past the head and used that to stretch her without excessive pain. He wanted their first time to be pure pleasure for both of them. Mary wanted it all and wasn't willing to wait.

Sam finally relented, let his muscles relax when he sensed Mary was as open as she could be he plunged savagely to the hilt. His cock crushed painfully agains Mary's cervix and he felt her body flinch and heard her moan. "Sorry about that."

'Don't be," she said, "I love it."

Sam lay with his body over Mary, but keeping most of his weight on his elbows. They were both perspiring profusely and Sam slid up and down, hydroplaning as he shoved his cock like a piston rhythmically in and out of her pussy. 

The heat and pressure were so delicious, Sam could feel his balls beginning to churn in preparation for his climax. He thought he could tell from the rhythm of her breathing that Mary was climbing toward her own grand finale, but he wanted to be sure. "I'm very close, sweetheart. How close are you?"

"AAH, I'm there, Oh my God," Mary said, "come with me."

Sam felt her shudder and felt the spasms in the muscles of Mary's pussy, then his own climax took over and he felt his balls burning hot as jets of steaming semen, shot against the back of Mary's cervix.

The violence of Sam's climax increased the intensity of Mary's orgasm almost to the point of painful. She might not have been a virgin before, but she had certainly never before experienced anything like this. 

"Okay," Sam said, "next question."

"Is that what making love is supposed to be like?"

"Did you like it?"

"I loved it?"

"Then, yes."

Mary hugged him tightly and laid her head on his chest. Sam curled around her and fondled her tits, stroking her nipples softly. She looked up and he kissed her deeply. "Let's get under the covers," Mary said, "or at least, let's take off the duvet. I feel myself draining and I'd hate to ruin such a beautiful thing."

"Unlike you, it is beautiful but not unique and can be replaced," Sam said and reluctantly let her go, then got up after her and walked, naked, into the living room. He discarded the Riesling remaining in the bottom of their goblets and poured each of them a fresh drink. Then he sat on the couch to wait for Mary. She came in completely nude. God, she was even more beautiful than he had imagined. But she was completely the antithesis of the reason he took the trip. The idea had for Sam to get out of DC, to go where any woman he met would be I be interested in him as a man and not in his money. But his own gregariousness had foiled that plan. He brought his baggage with him. But wow, what luggage.

"Okay I see your beautiful breasts, ask me anything you want to know."

"What is you favorite ice cream?" Mary sat primly on the edge of the couch, sipped her wine. 

"Pistachio - almond," Sam said, "why?"

"Tomorrow, If I am especially good, will you buy me an ice cream cone?"

"If you are especially good or even better, if you are especially bad," Sam said.

"I hope you will not be angry," Mary said, "if I tell you something."

"Tell me."

"Today is my birthday. I am 24 years old," Mary said, "and today has been the best day of my entire life."

"Why didn't you tell me? We could have done something special," Sam said.

"Don't you think what we did was special?" Mary said," "I can't imagine anything better than spending the day with friends you love. And the lovemaking was absolutely the best I've ever had,"

"I'm glad you feel that way," Sam replied, "It was quite special for me too."

"Is that how lovemaking is for you every time?"

"If it's with someone I love," Sam said and immediately he heard warning bells and sirens. This was moving way too fast. One good fuck, even an exceptionally good fuck, was not the same as falling in love. He was old enough to know better. 

Mary could not believe her ears. Did Sam say 'with someone I love'?" She was afraid. She was nowhere near ready for this. It was crazy for her even to entertain the idea of falling in love. Danger lurked behind every thought or deed now. This was no longer a trip taken on a lark, just for the hell of it. The greatest danger was doing something stupid that turned him away before he even got to know her. She shuddered.

"Cold?"

"Not at all."

"I can get the robes for us. We probably look ridiculous."

"Not you. You look delicious."

"That's supposed to be my line. I can't believe how beautiful you are."

Sam stood, reached for Mary and kissed her deeply. She responded with a passion that surprised both of them. They stood kissing and caressing each other, growing more excited by the second. 

Mary couldn't believe how lucky she was to have this wonderful man in her arms. It had been so long since Mary dared to think of a dream lover that she almost didn't recognize him when he impaled her on his love spear. She felt Sam's turgid member pushing against her belly, spreading slick delicious cream all over her abdomen. It was great but she wanted him thrusting deep into her pussy. She raised her left leg to the back of his ass opening hersel to give him entry. Sam helped her rise even higher and worked his slick hard member past her inner folds into her love canal. "Yes, that's it. Give it all to me. I've never had anything this good inside me." fuck me hard, please"

Sam put his hands on Mary's ass and thoroughly impaled her on his rock hard cock, then walked her to the bed they had so recently vacated. No woman Sam had ever fucked had been so thoroughly hot, wet and ready. The walls of her pussy clamped down on him so that he was barely able to piston in and out of her. He lay still between her legs and enjoyed the massage she was administering. Mary's breathing became jagged, her body stiffened and she started jerking and twisting beneath him. Sam worried that Mary would hurt herself. Then he understood that she was in the those of a powerful climax. He thrust twice, three times, four and the he too, exploded in the strongest climax of his life. He held Mary and she held him as they came down from their tumultuous heights. Their breathing slowly returned to normal and their bodies relaxed and unwound to a state that permitted Sam to shower Mary with kisses and caresses without sending her into another frenzy. "Ah, Little Darling," he said, "You certainly know how to ring my chimes. Where did you learn the art of love?"

"Right here. You are literally the first man to make love to me."

"Do you mean to tell me you were a virgin before tonight?"

"No. I lost my virginity to a fumbling, drunken teenager on my high school graduation night. It was horrible. The only thing I learned from it is how selfish and cruel some people can be."

"Well, you've certainly overcome that bad experience."

"All thanks to you."

"That was what? Six years ago? Have you not been in any serious relationships, since then?"

"None that I'm proud of."

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to pry. It is just so hard to believe that someone as beautiful as you are could remain unattached for so long."

"O h, I don't mind. I've never thought I was all that special."

"Well you are."

"Sam,?"

"Can I stay here for the night?"

"Stay as long as you like."

Sam wondered why his mouth was hell bent on making promises. He practically told this young virgin that he loved her and now he was telling her she could stay forever in his arms. Talk about reckless abandon. Sure, she had a hot pussy. Possibly the sweetest he had ever tasted but was she good enough to last forever? Somehow, he knew he would never have the nerve to send her away. He would never hurt her. It would break his heart to make her cry. Just thinking about it brought tears to his eyes. He would be careful from now on. Mary sighed deeply and settled her head on his shoulder. Damn. How long had it been since he felt this complete? 

Mary was so afraid she was trembling. She felt so happy she was sure she was dreaming with her head on a pillow and her breasts tight against the sheets. Did Sam really say she could stay in his arms in his bed for as long as she wanted? All day and all night, Sam has been saying the nicest things. Things no one had ever said to her before. Sam turned toward her, kissed her gently, caressed her breasts. "Perfect," he said, kissed her again and fell asleep. "Perfect," she repeated, licked his salty chest, and dozed off.

Mary awoke to the sound of water running in the shower and the aroma of fresh coffee. She was sore around her mound of Venus and all her muscles hurt like after a race. Her jeans were neatly folded on a chair. Her bra and panties were on top of the t-shirt she wore yesterday on top of an antique chest of drawers. Was Sam a neatness freak, or did a third party come gather things up as they slept?"

May I join you?" Mary said and stepped into the bathroom. 

"Any time, sweetheart, anytime,"Sam said before he could stop himself. How could he keep himself from making even innocent promises of a future to her?

But it was too late. Mary caught the implication and her heart beat with a new vigor. She stepped under the raincloud showerhead and let the hot water cascade over her breasts and run in rivulets across her belly and between her legs. Mary took his semi-erct cock in her soapy hands and worked his pubic hair to a fine lather, then used his precum with lather to stroke his cock to granite hardness.

"Mmmm, I've heard a lot about this, but I've never had a real desire to put a cock in my my mouth. Please tell me if I'm not doing it right." Theirs was no ordinary shower stall as they might have guessed. It was a floor-to-ceiling marble enclosure with a teak bench on one wall. Water pulsed out of several jets on three walls. The glass doors sealed tightly in case monsieur and mademoiselle would enjoy a steam bath. Mary sat on the bench and pulled Sam by the cock until he stood in front of her, with his granite bar at perfect height. She rinsed all the soap off and licked the glans and all around the shaft to be sure. She protected her treasure from the water continuing to fall from the ceiling showerhead. Spreading the clear precum oozing from the weep hole in the glans, Mary stroked and caressed the massive member, then sucked the head fully into her mouth. It pulsed in her mouth like a living lollipop. She remembered one of her bolder friends claiming she could deep throat a nine-inch cock. It didn't seem possible to her. But her friends showed her some porn videos of women doing the impossible. She had not asked to measure Sam's penis, It was plenty big, but perhaps not nine inches. She was determined to get as much as possible in her mouth. And then she remembered this was not about her. This was about how much pleasure she could give Sam. He had selflessly brought Mary to her first-ever orally-induced orgasm, and it had been magnificent. She had to do this for him. She wanted to do this for herself, too.

Sam could not believe that Mary was about to give him a blowjob. He had not had one since before Angela. Angela did not like to give or receive oral.

Mary had a cheek of Sam's ass in each of her hands and was pulling him hard into her throat. Sam resisted the urge to fuck her mouth in steady rhythmic strokes, but the temptation was too great.He found himself moving faster and faster in and out of her mouth until he felt his balls contracting.

"Mary, sweetheart I'm going to come."

"Mmm, Mmm," Mary nodded, even as she sucked harder and took him into the back of her throat.

"Oh God, I'm coming. Oh God, That's so good." Sam shouted as streams of cum filled Mary's mouth. She stifled a gag reflex when Sam first started ejaculating, but she quickly adjusted to swallowing rapidly as one chugs a glass of milk. The warmth of Sam's caresses as he started his orgasm filled Mary with a sense of being loved like no other feeling she had ever experienced. She wondered if she would ever have a friend she could trust enough to share the feeling with. She wondered if she would ever tell Sam.

Sam's knees were like rubber and he had to reach to brace himself on the wall above Mary's head to keep from falling. After a minute Mary pulled Sam's cock out of her mouth and held it gently in both hands as one would hold a little bird.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Sam said, "That's the sweetest loving anyone has ever given me."

"I was my pleasure Sam," Mary said, "we can do it again anytime you want."




The Morning After



- A follow-up to The Library.

* * * * * 

A shaft of sunlight crosses my eyes, stirring me from sleep. The whisper of your breath across my cheek makes me smile as you bend to kiss my neck, your teeth biting me gently. I run my fingers into your hair and pull you closer to me. I take your mouth with mine, sucking your tongue into its depths, the lingering taste of you in my mouth is intoxicating. 

I open my eyes with a start, dreaming again of you lover…Looking over to the mantle piece above the fireplace, I see your picture looking down at me and I smile, the scent of you lingers in the room and on my body. My flesh tingles at the memory of you from the night before as you tormented me in your library before letting me fall asleep there. Turning my face into the back of the couch I take in a deep breath and savour the smell of the leather, oh how lovely, it reminds me of you as I remember the feel of your hands on my skin.

The library is cosy and warm so I push the blanket away from me. Looking down over my body I see the evidence you have left on my skin from your teeth and your crop, as if you where branding me as your own. Smiling to myself, I run my hands over where you have left your marks and I think of what you did to me and how excited you made me feel. Closing my eyes, I let my fingers explore my skin, feeling how smooth it is and how warm it is and I imagine your touch again as I run my hands down over my thighs and back up again, over my belly and up to cup my ample breasts.

I love my breasts. I love you loving them. Pushing them together and up, I bend my head forward to lick them, lovingly laving my nipples with my own tongue, remembering you doing the same to me with your own tongue earlier. It was so lovely. Electrifying sensations shot through me, explosions of sight and sound, smell and touch and taste, and naked lust. My mind is rife with the pictures you paint for me, the exquisite delight of you attentions. You have enthralled me.

My hands rove over my body, touching myself as I would have you touch me, exalting in the heady narcosis of my desire for you. My breasts swell under my hands as I caress them. The firm ripe flesh is begging to be kissed. The nipples are hardening to tight peaks, pink and solid, contracted nerve endings so sensitive that the air blowing in from the open French doors is almost painful on them. I gasp as I touch them, rolling them between my fingers as the exquisite fire burns signals down my nerve fibres straight to my clitoris. This is how you make me feel, wanton and abandoned, revelling in the hedonistic pleasures of my own body.

My hand moves down my body over my hot flesh, scorching a trail to the apex of my thighs and the golden curls there that hide me from your eyes. I separate my folds and feel the heat that you have generated there that makes my flesh engorge in readiness for you. As I stroke myself I think of you, of your fingers touching me, of your hot mouth across my skin, of your body pressed against mine, of your hot silk filling me, of your life force ebbing into me. I raise my hand to my mouth and taste the essence of my sex on my fingers. I remember the taste of your mouth after you had kissed me intimately there, and how the scent of me had clung to your beard. My body trembles in response.

I moan softly as I slide the tip of my fingers over the hood of my clitoris, it grows hard like a man would, a tiny reflection of the complimenting half of me. My body ripples with the joy of knowing my own weaknesses and yearnings, the knowledge that you also know me so well that you may satisfy my hunger. My knees fall apart so my fingers may gain entry into the hot, tight passageway that cocooned you so lovingly in our frantic coupling of the night before. Gently I spread my fingers wide in mimicry of you penetration, the tenderness of my tissues confirmation of your total possession of me.

My body quickens of its own accord with the increased stimulation. The nerve bundles in my spine tingle and come alive, spreading glorious ripplings up over my skin and up over the top of my scalp. The muscles in my abdomen rhythmically contract as my breathing increases with the heightened excitement of sexual arousal. My mind is controlling my body that is controlling my mind. Panting, I feel the pressure building in my belly to almost unbearable heights. My mouth is drying as my cunt is flooding. My skin glistens with perspiration and the exertion of my activities. Faster my fingers move. My pulse is racing wildly as my heart tries to escape my chest, and all the while I am thinking of you, the texture of your skin, the smell of your hair, the taste of your lips, the slickness of your cum. My release is imminent. Sweat beads on my forehead as my body jack-knifes on the couch. My back arches deeply as my chest expands and my orgasm rips through me, making me shudder and convulse. I shout your name as the passion overwhelms me and I grind my teeth together as the flush of colour creeps over my skin. My juices flow into my hand as I come, writhing and moaning in ecstasy, the hot stickiness of my liquid a sweet smell in the air.

As I melt back into the couch, I turn my head to the French doors. I see you standing there watching me, a smile of pure indulgence spread happily across your handsome face. You move into the room and kiss me hard on the lips, holding me to you in reassurance of your affections. Sitting, you pull me onto your lap and rock me gently, soothing me back to normality. It is so good. You have affection for me, and I love you.



The Morning After



As soon as I started coming to I knew I wasn't home in my own bed and that I wasn't alone! But I had no idea where the hell I was or who I was sleeping with! All I knew for sure was that I had to take a wicked piss and I was naked!

I slowly rolled over on my side to see if I knew who I was sleeping with! Hopefully then I could figure out where I was! When I saw the naked woman sleeping beside me, I thought to myself, Holy Shit! I must have really gotten lucky last night because she wasn't only attractive, she was extremely attractive, in a womanly sort of way. But sadly I didn't recognize her.

By the way she was lying there it looked as if she had gotten undressed, fallen on the bed, and passed out. She was breathing deeply causing her chest to raise and fall as she inhaled and exhaled making a soft snoring sound.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was a fair skinned freckle faced beauty. Her long thick copper colored hair was splayed out on the pillow around her face. Her black eye makeup was smudged over her eyes and on her cheeks making her look like a raccoon.

As I admired her, I noticed that she was somewhat overweight, not fat or obese, but nicely rounded in a very feminine sort of way. Her smallish breasts had some stretch marks on them probably from breast feeding. She had a lewd set of red lips with a tongue hanging out tattooed on her left breast.

Her little tits were tipped with small haft dollar sized pink areolas and nipples. As I ogled her breasts, my mouth was starting to water and my dick was beginning to pulse with desire despite how badly I needed to drain my tube.

She also had some stretch marks around her navel and on her abdomen from child bearing. Her mound of Venus and womanhood were covered with a neatly trimmed thick mat of red pubic hair. She had a trail of fine red hairs on the insides of her milky white thighs that ran halfway down to her knees. Her legs were thick but well-toned making them pleasant to look at.

I had all I could do to keep myself from leaning over her and sucking and nibbling on her nipples and slipping my hand between her soft looking thighs and cupping her cunt. But somehow I managed to control myself and resisted my innate primal urges.

Unfortunately, I still couldn't remember who she was or what we did the night before! But on the positive side, I didn't have one of those horrible freaking hangovers that I usually get when I drink too much.

I would have been perfectly content just to lie there admiring her physical charms and fantasizing about coupling with her but I had to piss so freaking bad. I was forced to pry my leering eyes off her to look for a toilet. As I glanced across the bedroom, I spotted a door on the opposite side of the room and hoped it was the master bathroom.

So I gently slipped off the edge of the bed trying not to disturb her. As I stood up, I noticed that our clothes were strewn all over the floor. Then I spotted a pretty pair of red panties on the floor by the foot of the bed. I instinctively bent over and picked them up.

I was just holding them up to admire them. But I lost control of myself and rubbed them against my face and sniffed the slightly soiled crotch. While I was savoring the musty scent of her womanhood, I smiled as I sucked in my breath and thought to myself we must have had a hell of a time last night!

Then I frowned as I exhaled because that's when it occurred to me that I couldn't remember a fucking thing about what we did or didn't do the night before! Then I dropped her panties as they fluttered to the floor I headed for what I hoped was a bathroom. 

By the looks of her bathroom, it was obvious this woman wasn't the neatest person in the world. It appeared as if she just dropped her clothes wherever she took them off and left them there. Not surprisingly, the countertop around the sink was cluttered with a woman's makeup and toiletries.

I tried to pee as quietly as I possibly could so I wouldn't disturb her. But once I started my bladder just let go and my urine came rushing out the end of my dick like water out of a freaking fire hose. It shot out of me so fast and furiously, it sounded like Niagara Falls was crashing into the toilet bowl. To make matters worse, I didn't think I was ever going to stop.

When I finally finished draining my tube, I washed my hands and splashed some cold water on my face to wake myself up. I was standing there trying to clear my mind when I spotted a bottle of mouthwash amongst the clutter on the counter. I helped myself to a capful hoping to freshen my breath and get that horrible morning after taste out of my mouth.

When I returned to the bedroom, the woman was awake and sitting up. She had her legs tucked up against her chest with her arms wrapped around them with her head resting on the tops of her knees. She looked at me curiously like she was trying to remember something. Then she said, "Good morning, Stud."

Then she asked before I could answer, "How are feeling?"

"Aah, okay, I guess," I replied sounding kind of embarrassed due to my alcohol induced lapse of memory.

Before I could say anything else, she looked at me strangely and asked sounding kind of embarrassed herself, "What happened last night? The last thing I remembered was my mother telling me she was going to drive us home because we were too drunk to drive!"

"Huh, oh, really. I'm sorry but I don't remember much about last night," was all I could think to say.

She went on to say, "Holy shit, Stud, I didn't think you were ever going to stop pissing. But now it's my turn. I have to piss so freaking bad, it feels like my teeth are floating and my ears are sails." Then she slipped off the edge of the bed and scooted across the room.

I'm an ass and leg man and needless to say I wanted to see hers. I turned my head and watched as she scampered across the room. She had a lovely large heart sharped butt that bounced and jiggled ever so nicely as she hurried across the room.

As she entered the bathroom, I flopped back down on the bed trying to bring back the events of the night before. But all I could remember was shooting pool and drinking beer with the guys that hung around in Billy Bob's.

So I just lay there listening to her loud sigh of relief as she began emptying her bladder. Then I heard the toilet being flushed followed by water running in the sink and then I heard her gargling. It seemed like she was in there forever.

When she finally came out she was still completely naked. But I could see she had washed her face, pulled her hair back into a pony tail and put on some fresh pink lipstick. Her little boobies were bobbing up and down and she was deliberately swaying her hips from side to side as she casually strolled across the room.

I couldn't take my eyes off her red bush. And I was completely mesmerized by the way her thick freckle covered thighs brushed against each other as she walked.

As she approached the bed, my cock was beginning to pulse and got rock hard again. But this time, it wasn't because I had to piss!

As she sat down beside me she grinned at me lasciviously and said, "You don't remember anything about last night either!"

I replied honestly, "No I really don't remember much about last night at all." Then I admitted shamefully," Ever since I woke up, I've been trying to figure out who you are"

She had a shocked, surprised expression on her face as she said, "Danny, I'm Easy Eva Dickerson, We went to high school together!"

My mind was still a total blank. While I was trying to recall my high school days, she went on to say, "When we came into the bar last night, you were shooting pool. After your game, you brought us a round of drinks and asked if you could join us. Then we all started flirting with you. That's when you told us you were going to screw us all silly!"

"Huh? All of you. No, I didn't." I stuttered nervously. Then I groaned, "Oh, God, did I really say that?"

She was laughing as she said, "Oh, hell yeah. "

She was still smirking as she added, "That's right, Stud, you said you were going to fuck all of us bowlegged"

She had tears in her eyes and was laughing hysterically as she went on to say, "That's right, lover boy. You told us you were going to take care of all three of us, me, my daughter, and even my mother!"

She was still giggling, as she went on to say, "You told us after we've been fucked by you. We'd never be happy with any other man."

As I tried to apologize, she stopped me and said, "It's alright, Stud. We wanted to have some fun last night. So we went bar hopping after work!"

She paused briefly. Then she went on to say, "Anyway, that's when we ran into you. "

"Oh, yeah, now I think. I remember you!" I said as the vague memories of her started coming back to me.

When I started high school and tried out for the football team, she was one of the cheerleaders. I thought she was hot so I asked around about her. 

All the guys I asked about her called her easy Eva and they all claimed to have had sex with her.

Then I really wanted to meet her! But before I could work up the courage to talk to her and ask her out, she'd gotten knocked up and was forced to leave school. So that was the end of that.

Eva stretched out on her side beside me. She bent her arm and was resting her chin in her hand as she bowed out her upper leg until her knee was lightly touching the side of my thigh.

She casually put her other hand on my knee and slowly ran it upward over my thigh as she said, in a deep sultry sounding voice, "You know, Danny Boy, I think we really must have had a great time last night. It's a shame we can't remember anything about it!"

She was grinning at me as she leaned over and stuck the tip of her of tongue inside my ear and swirled it around sending wicked shivers of pleasure and passion up and down my spine.

Then she blew in my ear as she asked in a very slutty sounding voice, "What do you think, Danny Boy? Wanna to see if we can remember what we did last night?"

Before I could answer her, she reached over grabbed my dick and squeezed it, as she asked, "Are you really going to screw my brains out? Or are you all talk?"

I didn't bother to answer her. Instead I rolled over on my side facing her and put my arm over her waist and grabbed the soft spongy cheek of her ass and pulled her firmly against me.

Our body's instinctively molded together. As I nipped her ear lobe and kneaded the cheek of her ass, Eva was already beginning to rock her hips back and forth in the innate fucking motion and she was starting to breath heavily.

When I began kissing the side of her neck, Eva cooed softly, "Oh, oh," and gently began pumping her hips back and forth against mine.

When I nipped the soft flesh between her neck and shoulders and started sucking on it. She went nuts and began slamming herself against me as she cried out, "OH, God, don't give me a fucking hickey. Oh, baby, stop, stop sucking on my neck. Oh fuck that does feel good."

While I continued sucking on her neck and kneading the soft rubbery cheek of her ass, Eva was making, loud gasping sounds and franticly pumping herself back and forth against me.

Eva finally lifted her leg over my hip and wrapped it around the back of my thigh. As she struggled to pull me over on top of her she sighed, "Danny, I can't wait any longer. I need you in me now."

I rolled over on top of her as I got between her legs. I lifted myself up with my arms and bent my head down over her chest and began licking around her areolas and flicking the tip of my tongue back and forth across her taut nipples.

When I nipped the tip of her harden nipple between my teeth and gently began nibbling on it, she started squirming around under me moaning, "Oh, God, Oh, God, Danny, you're driving me crazy."

Then Eva pushed my dick between her thighs and rubbed it up and down over the length of her pussy as she said in her husky lust choked voice, "Danny, I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it any longer. I need you in me now. But, we need to be quiet! I don't want to wake up my mother and kids."

"Okay," was all I said? When I felt her rubbing the head of my dick between her moist pussy lips, I instinctively started pushing it against her but it wouldn't go in. She gasped, "Slow down. Wait a minute it's not in the right place yet."

Then she lifted her hips and wiggled around as she guided the head of my dick against the snug opening of her vagina.

When she got it in place, Eva whispered, "That's it. Now shove that big thick dick of yours into me. Shove it all the fucking way into me and fuck me silly!"

As I started going into her she lifted her hips, taking me deeper and deeper into her unbelievably soft snug cunt. As my cock was sliding into her, she began rolling her head from side to side muttering, "Oh, God, Danny it feels so good."

"Holy Christ, Eva," I groaned in disbelief, then I sighed, "you're still as tight as a teenager,"

Eva's eyes were half closed and she was breathing though her mouth as she asked, sounding quite pleased with herself. "What's the matter, Stud, didn't you expect me to be this tight?"

I didn't know how to answer her so I said honestly, "OH God, Eva, my cock feels like it belongs in you."

"Do, do you really like being in me?" she cooed,

I answered excitedly, "Yes, yes. Oh, hell Yes. I've wanted to... be with ever since I was a kid in high school."

"That's Good, because I've wanted you ever since we were in high school too, "she replied.

Then she said, "Now fuck me."

I slowly began lifting my hips withdrawing myself from her and gently easing myself back into her. 

After a few strokes, Eva lifted her knees up by my sides and wrapped her arms around my neck and began making, mmm, mmm, mmm sounds every time I pushed and pulled myself in and out of her soft warm cunt.

I knew Eva, was on the verge of cumin because I could feel her getting wetter and wetter and she was moaning louder and louder as I drove my dick in and out of her clinging cunt. The next I knew Eva, began jerking her hips up with each of my downward thrusts forcing me deeper into the depths of her vagina. 

I knew I was also on the verge of cumin because I could feel my balls beginning to tighten and tingle with every stroke of my cock. I couldn't contain myself any longer, even if I wanted to so I began slamming myself into her like a lust crazed maniac. 

Her cunt seemed to be gripping my dick tighter and tighter with each and every one of my downward thrusts. It felt like she was trying to hold me inside her with her pussy muscles.

Eva was rolling her head from side to side with her mouth open gasping for breath. Her eyes were rolled back into her head. Then her body started jerking and twitching under mine. Before I realized what was happening, she arched her back up as her body started to tremble.

Then she went totally berserk and began digging her fingertips into my back. As she cried out at the top of her lungs, "OH, God, I'm gonna cum, I'm going to fucking cum." 

Suddenly Eva, pushed her feet into the bed lifting her hips higher driving my dick deeper in the depths of her womanhood. Eva's pussy muscles began contracting and releasing my pecker milking it as she continued to rake my shoulders with her fingertips.

She was holding my cock so tightly with her pussy muscles I couldn't pull my pecker out of her even if I wanted. So I just let myself go and exploded inside her splattering my seed against her cervix.

I came so fucking hard I thought I was going to pass out. But I didn't want to collapse on top of her or take my dick out of her!

Somehow or other I managed to roll over pulling Eva on top of me, with my dick still inside her. 

Then the bedroom door burst open and a teenage girl stormed into the room. The girl looked around and made a face, as she pinched her nose and said sarcastically, "What's that nasty smell? It stinks in here."

As soon as the door banged opened Eva, rolled off me, jumped off the edge of the bed and was on her feet yelling angrily, "None of your business, Foxy. How many times do I have to tell you to knock before you come into my room when the door closed?"

The girl seemed to be dumbfounded, and just stood there with her mouth hanging open as her mother continued her verbal assault on her and said, "I don't go barging into your room when your boyfriend is here do I?"

Eva looked in my direction as she said nastily, "Danny, this nosey little bitch is my oldest daughter, Foxy."

All I could say was, "Hi, Foxy."

As I looked her over, I noticed that she looked just like her mother did when she was in high school.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. Probably because all she was wearing was a skimpy black nightie that barely covered her crotch and clung to her perky little upturned breasts and the swell of her hips. 

To make matters worse! The little fuck tart was staring at my dick with an undeniable look of lust and curiosity in her big bright blue eyes.

Then Eva said in a threatening tone of voice, "Now got out of here, Foxy, or you'll be sorry."

Foxy was looking back and forth between me and her mother as she said sounding frightened, "But Grandma only wants to know is if you're going to go to work today!"

Foxy paused momentarily then she said sarcastically, "Or if you're going to stay in bed fucking all day?"

Before Eva could respond to her daughter's comment, Foxy turned on her heel and headed towards the door deliberately shaking her firm little ass from side to side as she went.

When Foxy reached the doorway she looked over her shoulder to see if I was watching her. I was. She smiled at me and blew me a kiss as she closed the door behind her.

I thought to myself, Holy Shit, this little fuck tart could be big time trouble spelled with a capital T. Then I looked over at Eva and said nervously, "Maybe I better go."

Eva looked over at me and said with a sigh in her voice, "It's alright, my mother's probably pissed off because you didn't have sex with her."

"Huh, okay," I said. Then we got dressed.

As we went down stairs I saw an older woman sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee. She was a whorish looking woman with long dyed jet black hair, big dark brown eyes, puffy ruby red lips, wearing a purple satin nightgown that showed off her ample breasts.

She reminded me of that classic porn star Kay Parker form the Taboo movies!

The older woman gave me that you can fuck me if want to look as she glanced down at my crotch and licked her lips. Then she said, sarcastically, "Well, Stud, I can tell from that stupid look on my daughter's face that you already fucked her brains out."

I just stood there dumb founded with my mouth hanging open because I didn't know what else to say or do.

The woman was chuckling and had a sparkle in her eyes as she glanced at Eva, then back at me as she asked brazenly, "Well, stud, which one of us are going to fuck bowlegged next?"

I could feel my face turning red and my ears were starting to burn, as the woman burst out laughing.

Eva looked at her mother and said, "OH, Mother, really you're such a ball breaker."

As Eva was saying that, Foxy interrupted and said excitedly, "Grandma, Grandma, he's got a big dick too! I know because I seen it when I went upstairs to get mommy up."

I was so embarrassed when she said that I wanted to crawl under the table and hide. 

When they saw how embarrassed I was, they all burst out laughing. Eva must have felt sorry for me because she said, "Danny, don't mind them, they're just having fun with you."

However she was still chuckling as she said, "Danny, I've got to go to work and I'll drop off at Billy Bobs on my way."

As we got in the car Eva turned towards me and asked, "Are you married or have a girlfriend?"




The Morning After



"No." I replied,

"Good," she said. Then she stated, "I don't like fooling around with married men."

I just nodded my head to let her know I understood.

Then Eva asked, "What were you doing in Billy Bob's last night? Trying to get lucky?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Something like that."

Then I admitted, "I don't like looking for women in bars and I'm not much of a drinker either."

Eva looked at me curiously as she said, "OH, really? I don't like going to bars looking for sex either! Maybe we could help each other out with that. What do you say, Stud? Want to be my fuck buddy?"

I couldn't believe what she said but I replied excitedly, "OH, Hell yeah, I'd love to be your fuck buddy."

She leaned over and brushed her lips against mine as she whispered my between our parted lips, "You better watch out for my mother. Her sexual needs haven't been taken care of in a very long time. So she'll probably jump your bones the first chance she gets."

She slipped her tongue between my lips into my mouth and swirled it around my tongue. As I started to swirl mine back around hers, she pulled mouth off mine grabbed my dick and squeezed it as she said, "You'll also need to be very careful around my daughter too because she's like just I was when I was her age."

Eva paused for a moment then she said, "But then again something tells me you wouldn't mind taking care of all three of us, would you?"

As we exchanged phone numbers, I thought to myself Holy Shit, I must have died and went to Pussy Paradise.



The Morning After



She could feel the morning light illuminating her face. She slightly opened one eye and squinted at the rays pouring through the window. She quickly clenched her eyes shut. The light was too bright, and she didn't quite feel like getting out of bed or waking up at the moment. 

A smile spreading across her lips, thoughts of last night flooding into her mind just as pervasively as the sun ray's. She made a soft sound as she stretched out her entire body. Her fingers linked together, as they reached above her head, pushing her still erect nipples to brush against the coolness of the sheet. She continued to tease herself, allowing her back to arch, and she squeezed her rounded ass cheeks as she lengthened out her curvy legs. 

She finished stretching and settled onto her side, one leg stretched straight out, the other bent at the knee, her foot nestled into the back of her kneecap. She snuggled her face into the pillow, tucking both of her hands underneath it, her tousled hair falling slightly over her face. 

The small smile returning to her lips as her thoughts wandered to the events of last night. It had been their first actual night together and it had been even better than she had ever imagined. Her body thrummed from their activities. She rubbed her inner thighs together, her pussy made a moist sound as the images of last night flooded into her memory. 

She replayed the first time he had kissed her. He was tentative and his soft lips barely touched against hers. His tongue slipped between her lips searching out her tongue, and then tangling with it as the kiss deepened. 

She remembered how her body instantly reacted. Her insides warming as she moved closer to him to feel his body pressed up against hers. His hands moving from her shoulders, down the curve of her back to settle on her rounded ass cheeks. His hands gripped them, pulling her tight against him. 

His lips now firmly pressed against her, their tongues feverishly entangled with each other, his right hand sliding up her back, underneath her hair, holding the back of her head firmly within his hand as his tongue expertly explored her mouth. 'Fuckkkkkkkkkkk' she remembered groaning into his lips as her clit throbbed in want. And that had only been their first kiss. 

Her thoughts being interrupted as she heard the door handle rattle. She peeked through the fallen strands of her hair, watching him come back into the room. She brushed the fallen strands out of her face. "Hi Baby" she said as he got back into the bed. 

He kissed her on the forehead and uttered the same words back to her. She went to snuggle up against him and he gently pushed her away. She questioningly looked up at him and noticed the evil glint mirrored in his blue eyes. She blushed slightly knowing what that look entailed. 

He laid himself out on the bed, situated himself on his side, and propped his head up with his one hand, his other hand slowly peeling the sheet away from her naked body, revealing it inch by inch. Her blush deepening across her face as his gaze followed the path of the sheet. 

Catching her gaze with his, he says "I so want to lick and kiss every fucking inch of you." 

All she can do is clear her throat at hearing his words; the blush becoming even redder as she drops her gaze away from his. 

"Gonna drag my tongue slowly from the crack of your ass to the back of your earlobe." he utters as he moves closer to her. 

Her reply a soft 'oh my' followed by a swallow and a nibble on her bottom lip.

He reaches out and pulls her over onto her stomach as he positions himself above her. She closes her eyes and sighs as she feels his warm breath waft over the curves of her bottom; uttering an 'oh fuckkkk' as his tongue makes contact with her warm flesh, the tip of his tongue starting at the top of her butt, slowly traversing up her backside, to the dip of her lower back, and up her spine. 

His hand sliding up the back of her neck, gathering a handful of her hair within it, before his tongue continues its journey along the path his hand just cleared. She shudders beneath him as this is a highly sensitive and erotic spot for her. He presses his body down against hers, his cock nestling against the crack of her ass as she grinds up against it and him. He returns the grind and begins to suck, lick and nibble at her ear. 

His hand continues playing in her hair, tightening his grip on it, pulling her head back as she lets a gasp escape between her slightly parted lips. He moves his mouth to her now exposed neck, gently kissing along the neckline. His other hand sliding to the front of her body, finding an erect nipple, his fingers beginning to tease and pinch the hardened bud. 

Her breath begins to increase and release from her mouth in small pants. She can feel his cock throb between her ass cheeks as she presses and grinds it up against him. 

He huskily whispers into her ear "Everything ok, My babydoll?" immediately followed by a chuckle. 

He already knows the answer as she moans out her response. He starts to softly kiss her lips and playfully nip at her lips. His fingers tighten upon the erect nub, twisting and tugging at it. Her moans increase against his lips. 

He quits kissing her and slides back down her warm quivering body, placing tiny kisses and nibbles along her flesh. She closes her eyes and shivers, her fingers clenching and unclenching, her heartbeat now racing. 

He continues dropping the kisses and nibbles along the top and curves of her ass. She feels his hands at the top of her thighs, pressing them apart, exposing her glistening wet bald slit. She feels the tip if his finger slide between the wet lips. She gasps and moans at the contact, arching her back, her bottom lifting slightly off the bed. 

He continues to drag his finger up and down her very wet slit as he bites down on her left bottom butt cheek. She groans out loud and pushes back, wanting his finger to slide in further and deeper. 

He traces his tongue along the prominent curve of her rounded ass to her inner thigh as his finger finds her clit and flicks at it softly. 

She shudders at the contact. The little nub hardens instantaneously at his touch. 

His hands move to grip the cheeks of her ass and his thumbs part the pink swollen lips. He teasingly drags his tongue up and down the exposed soaking slit a few times before flicking the tip of it against her hard clit. 

"Oh god, please!" she utters between pants of breath. 

His only response is to grip her hips, pulling her up to her knees, lightly smacking her inner thighs indicating for her to spread her legs, exposing herself more to him. 

He begins to rub the palm of his hand and fingers against her wet lips. "My little bald cunt is all ready for a good hard fucking, but not right now because I'm not done playing with it quite yet." 

She groans out loud at hearing his words and then yelps as his hand firmly lands upon her ass cheek. She instantly clenches and a small gush of fluid flows out of her exposed cunt. 

He positions his mouth upon her drenched pussy and begins to move his tongue very slowly in and out of her soaked little cunt. 

She moans and groans out loud, pressing her ass back, grinding it against his mouth and lips. 

He continues to tongue fuck her. Each time his tongue pushes in deep, his hand lands a crack upon her ass cheek, alternating between each rounded cheek. 

Her inner walls clench and squeeze around his embedded tongue at each smack. Liquid copiously forming and dripping into his awaiting mouth. Her moans being muffled by the pillow that her head is now buried in; her fingers gripping the sheets tightly as she is so dam fucking close to cumming. 

He can feel her inner walls pulsate around his cheeks; the hot juices pooling inside of her. He slips his tongue out of her now drenched aching cunt and flicks it a few times at the tender flesh between her asshole and pussy. 

She cries out in frustration as she feels his tongue slip out of her dripping cunt. Her breathing now very ragged as her chest heaves with each breath. She feels his hands grip her ass cheeks, raising her ass up higher. She releases a long drawn out groan at feeling him rub the head of his rock hard cock along her now very warm and red ass cheeks. 

He then pushes it between them to teasingly drag the tip of his cock up and down her dripping slit. He smacks the head of his cock against her clit. "Ready to fuck, aren't you My babydoll?" he asks. 

She murmurs an answer, but it's muffled by the pillow. 

He smacks her across the ass, "What's that? I don't think I heard you correctly." She rears up at the unexpected hit and answers him, 

"Yes, fuck me; gawd, please; pretty please fuck me." She cries out in relief as he pushes his throbbing cock inside of her pussy; the inner walls instantly gripping it, tightening around the rigid rod. 

He digs his fingers into her hips and he holds himself deep within her, feeling her soft flesh spasm around his embedded cock. "God, fuck!' he utters. 

"Please!" she utters between ragged intakes of breath. 

He pulls the tip to the opening of her cunt, glances down to see his shaft is now covered and glistening with her juices, before pushing it all the way back in. He starts a steady pace, thrusting in harder and deeper with each thrust. His hands locked on her hips as he pulls her back towards him each time he slams into her. 

The words she utters not even distinguishable between her gasps, moans and groans which erupt from her lips. She can feel his balls smacking against her aching throbbing hard clit. 

He returns to smacking each ass cheek, matching them with each thrust. 

She utters innumerable and extended "fucks!" 

He reaches up and grabs a fistful of her hair, forcing her to arch her back, pulling her back to him, turning her head so he can kiss her deeply, his tongue mimicking his cock as he continues to fuck her mercilessly. 

Her moans and groans being swallowed within his mouth. 

He slows his pace as he feels her inner walls clench and grip his cock, knowing this is a sign she's close to erupting. "You want to cum, don't you?" he asks. 

She nods in answer. 

He yanks her hair positioning her ear near his mouth. "I asked you a question and I expect an answer NOW!" he demands. 

She whimpers and whines at first, and then cries out her answer as he thrusts hard and deep within her tight soaked cunt "Yes, I want....I need to cum", she stammers.  

"Mmmm" he murmurs "be My good girl and beg Me.". 

She groans out loud as he continues to tease and taunt her, alternating between slow and long fucking and fast hard thrusts. "Please," she begs and pleads, "Please, let me....fuck, tell me to cum." 

She can envision the satisfied smile upon his lips as he says "Mmmmm, I want you to explode all over My cock and balls, baby." 

This is all she needs to hear as she slams back against him. Her inner walls clamp down hard. The hot liquid surrounding his deeply embedded throbbing rock hard cock squirts out, soaking both of them.

He releases a long drawn out "FFUUCCKKK!" as her squirting cum surges past his shaft. His own release quickly follows hers, causing her to orgasm once again; their juices combining deep within her. 

She collapses on the bed and he with her; both out of breath; his cock twitching inside of her as she quivers and quakes under him. He gathers her within his arms, placing kisses upon her face, last one upon her forehead before he squeezes her tightly against him. Seems like the morning after was even better.



The Morning After



For part one of Carrie and Dave's story, read "A Gift For Her Teacher"

*****

Dave was having a fantastic dream. There was a girl - warm, and naked - her hair smelled like flowers, her skin was so soft, and it had been so long since he'd had warm softness in his arms, he could hardly remember what it felt like. His eyes opened drowsily, in the faint grey morning light, and it wasn't a dream. Wavy brown hair was spread over the pillow, tickling his cheek, and he had a lush armful of curvy, naked Carrie. She snored softly, like a kitten. So damn cute, he thought. I hope...

...shit, I hope she doesn't regret last night. He rubbed the back of his neck, his brow furrowed with worry.

Maybe things had moved too fast, but it wasn't like they hadn't known each other for a long time. Two years ago, though, this would have been impossible. He had been 25, fresh out of college, teaching a 12th grade Honors English class. Carrie was one of his brightest students - inquisitive, perceptive, funny, sweet, cute in a nerdy-girl way...and he'd been undeniably attracted to her. Sure, she was 18, but she was also one of his students, so that made her completely, absolutely, off-limits. He'd kept his inappropriate feelings to himself, made it through the year with his integrity - and his fucking CAREER - intact, and didn't see her again.

That is, until a few weeks ago, when he'd seen her stranded in the rain at a bus stop. He gave her a ride that night, and offered to help her with a paper she was struggling with for a college lit class. Strange, only a couple of years had passed, but the age difference between 20 and 27 seemed like nothing now - and she was no longer his student. They had both been alone and lonely on Christmas Eve; one thing had led to another last night, and now she was naked and asleep in his bed this morning. He kissed her gently on her neck, right below her ear. She stirred a little and her eyes fluttered open.

"Well, hi," he whispered, "Merry Christmas."

"Hi," she replied, her voice slurred with sleep. "Merry Christmas to you, too...oh God, what time is it?" She sat up and rubbed her eyes, then self-consciously tucked the sheet up around her ample bosom and tried to smooth her hair. "Ugh, I must look awful."

Dave took her hands in his and kissed her knuckles gently. "No, you look beautiful. How do you feel?"

"Okay, I think." She shifted a little, winced, her intake of breath was a sharp hiss through clenched teeth. "A little bit sore, but okay."

He tentatively stroked her bare shoulder, not entirely sure what was the appropriate thing to say. "I...uh...think that's normal, but it shouldn't last too long."

She smiled shyly, "Oh, I'm fine, just not used to it. I'll get more used to it, the more we...I mean, if you ever want to...again...sometime...I mean..." She groaned in embarrassment and flopped back on the pillows. Covering her face with her hands, she mumbled, "I'll just shut up now, okay?"

Dave suppressed a laugh as he gathered her into his arms. "Aw, honey, don't be embarrassed. Yes, I want to again, of course I want to again, I..." He felt her stiffen nervously in his embrace, and then realized his hard cock was rudely and insistently poking her hip. Great, the poor, sore girl probably thought he wanted sex again RIGHT NOW and expected her to hop right on. He cleared his throat, somewhat awkwardly. "Oh, no, not right this minute, just ignore that," he shifted onto his back, and rolled his eyes as his dick erected a pup tent under the blankets. "It's just a morning thing, it'll settle down." He pulled her reassuringly against his side, and felt her relax a little.

"Does it...is it like that every morning?"

"Well, probably more so since I have a sweet, naked girl in my bed. Don't worry, I know you're..." he cleared his throat and searched for the right words. "You're going to need a little recovery time. He can wait; if nothing else, I can beat him into submission." For emphasis, he flicked the tent pole with his middle finger, then yelped in mock pain.

Carrie giggled and buried her face in his shoulder. 

He drank in the moment, just holding her, gently stroking the soft skin on her arm. Then, untangling himself, he got up, sliding on his boxers to try to contain his raging morning wood. Carrie scrambled up, too, saying, "Oh wow, I'm sorry...do you have to go somewhere?" His heart ached a little when he saw her visibly cringe and heard her mumble, "God, how stupid of me, of course you have plans, it's Christmas." She dutifully began sorting through the scattered clothes they had discarded on the floor last night, searching for her bra.

"Nope, no plans at all, nowhere to go. I'm in the same boat as you - none of my family is close by, and my friends all have things going on with their own families." He had an inspiration. "Um, hang on a minute, don't get dressed yet." He tossed her a thick terrycloth robe he kept hanging on a hook behind the door. "This will keep you warm if you are cold."

Dave went in the bathroom and started a warm bath. He rummaged under the sink and found a bag of Epsom salts, and poured in a small amount under the running water. That always helped when he overdid it and had sore muscles. 

He went back in the bedroom and saw Carrie, wrapped in his robe, standing in the middle of the room, looking uncertain and kind of lost. "Oh, I thought you went to take a bath."

He grinned lopsidedly and took her hand, leading her into the bathroom. "No, this is for you. Maybe it will help the soreness." He kissed her on the forehead, and left her to her bath, shutting the door to give her some privacy. 

Dave went to the bed and pulled back the blankets. The evidence was there, a few dark pink spots on the sheet, but not so bad. He had tried to be gentle, to make it as good for her as he could, as easy as possible. He'd never been anyone's first before, and he wasn't sure what was the proper etiquette and protocol for the morning after. After a moment's hesitation, he stripped off the sheets, stuffed them in the washer, and made up the bed with fresh linens. Then he started a pot of coffee, lamented that there was really nothing to offer for breakfast, and went back to check on Carrie. 

Dave knocked on the door, and heard a slight splashing, and a hesitant, "Come in?"

"Are you decent? Sure hope not." He waggled his eyebrows in his best Groucho Marx impression, then wondered if she even knew who that was.

"Yeah, right, Groucho." Carrie snorted derisively, "No, I'm not exactly decent." 

Dave laughed. "Here, lean forward a little, I'll wash your back." He grabbed a clean washcloth from the shelf by the sink and knelt by the tub, working up a lather with the bar of soap. 

Carrie leaned forward, hugging her knees to her chest modestly, glad for a chance to shield her nudity. He already saw everything last night...EVERYTHING...but it had been pretty dark, and they were in the moment. But now it was in the bright light of day, and maybe he wouldn't like what he saw. Her boobs were big, but certainly not perfect and perky, her belly wasn't flat, her ass was huge -

Dave interrupted her well-rehearsed mental list of self-criticism with a kiss on her neck. "Hey, no fair," he whispered in her ear, "You're covering up some of my favorite parts."

Carrie stared at him, disbelieving. "Well, speaking of not fair," she stammered, squeaking a little as he deftly slid the washcloth around to soap her breasts, "I'm the only one naked here."

"True, that," he admitted. He dropped the washcloth, pulled the plug on the tub to drain the water, and stood up. Carrie rose, too, still half-shielding herself with her arms, and started to step out of the tub.

"Oh, don't get out, I'm coming in," he said, stepping out of his boxers. He turned the water on, adjusted it for temperature, and pulled the lever for the shower. "Ah, that's better," he said, slipping in next to her and pulling the shower curtain closed. "And please...don't do this," he added, taking her wrists and gently pulling them away from her body. He placed her hands on his shoulders and held her by her hips, at arms' length, almost as if they were dancing. He slowly, deliberately, dropped his gaze from her green eyes; to her soft pink lips; to her full, round breasts, capped with rosy nipples almost the same color as her lips; to her cute belly button; to the curvy handful of her hips; to the sweet little triangle of fur between her thighs. He could feel his cock stirring to attention, and with great effort, he dragged his attention back to her face. "For a long time, I imagined how you'd look, but never thought I'd ever see you like this. I like the way you look, Carrie - please don't feel like you have to hide from me."

She could feel heat rise in her cheeks, but she nodded, and said, "Okay, I'll try."

"Good." Lazily, he slid his hands from her hips to the small of her back, pulling her closer. He kissed her softly at first, then more urgently. His hands slid down to cup her ass and pull her tight against him. His hard cock was trapped between their bodies, and the satiny friction against her soft skin, warm and wet from the shower, was maddening. He groaned deep in his chest, and buried his face in her hair, damp from the steam. "See what you do to me?" he whispered in her ear.

"Is this still the morning...thing?" she questioned. Carrie pulled away from him slightly, just enough to run her fingertip delicately along the under-side of his achingly hard shaft. Dave felt his knees get weak.

"No, no, I'm pretty sure this is the 'kissing a slippery, warm, naked, girl in the shower thing'," Dave breathed, nuzzling her neck. Reluctantly, he stepped back to break physical contact. "Look Carrie, I'm not impatient, I know you are still pretty sore..."

She lowered her eyes demurely, and asked softly, "Well, there are other things we can do, aren't there?" 

Dave froze for a moment as his mind raced, pondering of all of the other things that they could, indeed, do. 

She peered up at him through her lashes with those ivy-colored eyes and smiled sweetly.

SNAP OUT OF IT MAN! he yelled in his head, and mentally slapped himself. Really hard. 

"Yes, Carrie...yes there are." He immediately turned off the shower, and grabbed towels, quickly drying her and himself, briskly toweling her hair, stopping only to kiss her deeply and feel the erotic contact with her skin all over again. "Many things. All kinds of things." He kissed her again and grabbed her hand and pulled her enthusiastically through the bathroom door back to the bedroom. "You're such a smart girl to think of that. Brilliant, really," he murmured against her lips, pulling her down on the bed in a giggling heap. 

"So," Dave said, leaning back on the pile of pillows, "what sort of other things did you have in mind to try?" He grinned at her, and put his hands behind his head. "I'm open to suggestions - ladies' choice."

Carrie rolled to her belly and propped herself up on her elbows, her damp hair falling around her shoulders. "Well," she said, hesitantly, "I thought that maybe..." She kissed him lightly on his bare stomach and his faithful erection throbbed and jumped visibly in response. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, then she gently licked his cock from base to tip. He almost lost it right then and there. "I thought maybe you could show me how to..." she hesitated shyly, "...maybe you could show me what you like." 

Dave traced his fingers over her cheek and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. "I think you are doing just fine." His voice sounded shaky and a little rough to his own ears, but at least it didn't crack like a 14 year old boy's. "You just do what feels good to you, and I'll let you know if it feels good to me, too." 

Carrie quirked a half smile and ran her fingers lightly over his thigh, making his cock throb expectantly. "Nuh-uh. You said ladies' choice, so I want to see."

"See what?" Dave could tell she was searching for how to say it, and he raised an eyebrow questioningly, but waited patiently. 

"What you do when you are alone...to..." she swallowed hard and tried again, "when you are alone, how do you make yourself come?" Her words tumbled out in a rush and her cheeks were bright pink, but she was curious and determined.

Now it was Dave's turn to be embarrassed. "Uh...wow...okay," he stammered, and ran his fingers through his hair. "I've never done this for an audience before, but..."

And so, he showed her how it was done. Or, at least, how he did it. At first, he couldn't look at her - that made him too self-conscious and made it too hard to concentrate. He wrapped his right hand around his shaft, not too tight, and slid his hand up and down a few times. It felt really good - quite a relief, actually, since he'd had an unsatisfied, raging hard-on almost since he woke up this morning. He closed his eyes and settled into a familiar, slow, even rhythm. Instead of the usual anonymous females that fueled his stroke fantasies, models from magazines or pretty girls he'd glanced on the street, he found himself thinking of the warm, willing, real girl who was right there. Carrie, soapy and slippery in the shower. Carrie, straddling his lap last night on the couch, her sweater and bra off, tits in his face, panting sweetly and grinding her crotch against his dick - which was so hard, he felt sure it would rip through his jeans. Carrie, the brief look of uncertainty on her face that melted into intense pleasure when his fingers found the sweet spot deep in her hot little pussy, and he rubbed and rubbed until she was moaning and gasping and he could feel her clenching around his fingers and felt her wetness on his hand...

He ventured a glance, and saw she was studying his technique intently, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted. Fuck it, he thought, closing his eyes again, no sense in being shy now. He licked the palm of his left hand and, still stroking steadily with his right, he rubbed his wet palm over the super-sensitive head of his cock. The sensation made him groan with need, and lift his hips slightly off the bed. 

Stroking faster now, trying to reach the finish line, he lightly cupped and caressed his balls, which felt heavy and tight. He needed to come so bad, and he was so close...

Then suddenly, his shaft was enveloped in intense wet heat. He opened his eyes in shocked surprise to see Carrie, her hair in glorious disarray, sucking his cock. She may have been inexperienced in technique, but she sure as hell made up for it in enthusiasm. 

"Ohhhhh fuck..." he groaned, and realized he was teetering on the brink of no return, he could already feel his body tensing. "Carrie, wait, wait, stop," he begged, pushing her away.

She stopped abruptly, and looked up at him, alarmed. "Oh no, I'm sorry! Am I doing it wrong?" She almost looked like she might burst into tears.

"Oh, baby, no," he gasped, "you were doing it exactly right, and that's the problem." He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth, and thought of taxes, spiders, Monty Python skits, anything decidedly unsexy - until he felt himself no longer so close to orgasm. He opened his eyes again, to see her biting her lip, gazing at him with concern. "Carrie, you were - you are - amazing," he assured her, pulling her up into his arms and squeezing her tight. "I just didn't want to surprise you with something you weren't prepared for." She looked puzzled, but then realization slowly dawned on her face as he continued. "I was...right there...if you know what I mean, and I didn't know how you might feel about..."

"Oh that?" Carrie giggled with relief. "I really like the way you taste so far...it's okay if you come in my mouth, I'd like to try that, see what it's like." She slid back down the length of his body, planting little kisses along the way. "I got to come in your mouth last night, and it was pretty amazing." She flashed a quick grin at him and then resumed her efforts. 

Dave stroked the curve of her shoulder, gently ran his fingers through her hair, and lost himself in the exquisite feeling of her warm mouth enveloping his hard cock, sliding smoothly up and down the length of his shaft. She experimented a little, teasing the underside with long licks, playfully swirling her tongue around the head. Carrie lightly stroked his thighs and she felt his muscles tense as his climax built again. 

"Yes, god yes, that's good, so fucking good, I'm so close, just keep..." He groaned, and thrust upward, his fingers instinctively tightening in her hair. "Just keep...sucking me, just like that...your mouth is so hot, so fucking sweet, here it comes, baby..." Dave came harder than he could ever remember; it was like an ocean wave of ecstasy hit him and all he could do was ride it out, roll with it, feeling it in his whole body, from his toes to his scalp. Carrie's eyes widened a bit in surprise when he thrust deeper and the first spurt of semen filled her mouth, but she caught on quickly and swallowed until he had no more left to give. 

As she felt his body slowly relax, she gently kissed his softening cock and grinned up at him saucily, licking her lips. "That was wonderful."

Dave closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath as if he had just run a marathon. He replied, hoarsely, "Yes, it certainly was." He pulled her up into his arms again, kissing her tenderly. She laid her head on his chest, he stroked her hair, and it just felt so...right. "Well..." he admitted, "I was going to make you breakfast, but I don't seem to have anything here..."

"Hmmm, as delicious as that was, I don't think it counted as 'making me breakfast'," Carrie laughed, poking him in the ribs. 

Dave smiled sheepishly. "I did make a pot of coffee at least. I really am sorry about that, I would have gone shopping if I'd had any idea you were coming over; I've been living too long on takeout food."

"Well come on then," she said, purposefully pushing him toward the edge of the bed. "Let's drink your coffee, then go to my place. I DID go shopping - I'll feed us."

Dave kissed the top of her head. "Great idea! Smart, beautiful, funny, you give incredible head, and you cook, too? You, my dear, are a goddess." And he started thinking up the next way to work up their appetites...



The Morning After



"You like what you see?" He said with a glint in his eye.

I feigned indifference, "Eh, you're alright."

He growled and made a move towards me, but I backed away and put my hands up in front of me. "No wait!" I squealed, "Yes! Yes, I do like what I see. You're hot, you know that." I laughed and backed up further.

"That's better," he said as he sat back down on the bed.

I smiled at his playfulness. I had a feeling that he didn't let it show much, and I took the time to bask in the fact that it was with me.

Too bad my mouth didn't take a leave of speak because even though I was thinking about how hot he looked leaning back on his two arms I blurted, "Did we have sex?" As soon as I realized what I said I slapped my hand over my mouth.

He laughed. He actually laughed. "No doll, but not for your lack of trying."

I groaned and let my head fall. "Oh my god. This is so embarrassing."

"Don't be embarrassed. I like a girl who goes for what she wants. I just didn't want our first time to be when we were smashed off our asses."

Awe, that was cute. He had the same thought as me. I lifted my head and smiled at him before walking over to get my clothes.

"We did get married though."

When my brain understood what he said I whipped my head around and looked into his laughing eyes.

"You jerk!" I said with a laugh as I charged toward him and knocked him to his back on the bed. I slid myself so I was straddling his lap and pinned his hands to the bed. I was under no illusions, though, that he couldn't easily turn this around on me. "Take it back."

"No. Your face was priceless. I should have taken a picture of it."

"You're such an asshole." I said with a laugh, "I have no idea what I ever saw in you." I gave him a wink so that he knew I was joking with him.

"You love my body, and my humor. Probably too the fact that I'm the president of an MC." He chuckled to himself.

"Oh no, you're totally not full of yourself, are you?"

Dom got an evil glint in his eye and suddenly I was on my back. He was hovering over me and his hands were poised above my abdomen. Oh shit.

"No, no, no. Please don't. I take it all back. You're great, awesome, really. Just don't do what you're thinking."

Apparently my begging just urged him on more because his hands started a tickling attack on my midsection. I started laughing and wasn't able to stop. My laughs just spurred him on more. It got to the point where I was laughing so hard I couldn't get any breaths in and my face was growing hot. My eyes had tears streaming from them and I was making ungodly, unattractive gasping noises trying to get air to my lungs.

"Mercy, mercy!" I pushed out through my laughing. 

At this point his hands were losing steam because he was laughing just as hard as I was. Finally his hands stopped completely and he rested his forehead against mine and tried to catch his breath. I welcomed his weight on my body, and then realized the position we were in. His hips were pressed into mine and his chest was flat against my chest. His mouth was an inch or so away from my lips, and I felt his breath as he panted. When I brought my eyes to his face I saw that he was staring at my lips.

I could tell he was thinking some raunchy thoughts because I felt him grow hard against my thigh, and had to suppress a sigh. His hands went to the hem of the t-shirt I was wearing and he worked it up and over my head. I wiggled a little and his hands came up to grab my wrists, and he jerked them above my head. I took a few deep breaths, which made my chest press deeper into his. He shifted so that his thigh was in-between my legs and I wiggled again. 

He let out a pained sigh. "Stop squirming. It's not gonna make me let you go, it's just getting me harder." 

Well shit, that escalated quickly.

I pressed my lips to his and gave him a quick peck. He dropped his head into my neck and sunk his teeth into my skin, then licked away the sting. It was getting extremely hard for me to just lie there under a hot guy and not do anything. He pressed his erection into my thigh harder and growled into my ear, "Do you think you'd remember it now?"

Hmm, so we went from him joking that we were so drunk we got married, to ready to screw? What was that, like 0-60 in .23 seconds?

I snorted lightly to myself because of my thoughts and ground myself into his thigh to get some release.

He pressed his thigh tighter to me so I couldn't move, "I don't think so love. You'll get off when I want you too, not the other way around."

His lips crashed against mine and he took me into a brutal kiss. His teeth grazed my lips and he forced his tongue into my mouth. This was nothing like our kiss last night. It was sloppy, drunk and uncontrolled. This one seems calculated almost. He knew the one last night wasn't going anywhere, but this one he plans on having it lead somewhere. I have a feeling that I'm about to love where it goes.

I ripped my arms out of his hold and threaded them through his hair, grabbed a handful and pulled. This caused him to bite my lip harder, but only to soothe it with his tongue. I ran my hands down his sides and around to grab his ass. I pull him even closer to me than he was before and grind myself into his erection.

"Oh god," I moan. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Fuck me," I plead, "I need you to fuck me."

He slides his hands under my ass and pulls us up from the bed. I wrap my legs around his hips right as he slams me back into the wall beside his bed. I thrust my hands back into his hair and pull it sharply, wordlessly telling him that I needed more. He pulled his lower body away from mine and slid a hand inside my panties. He slipped a finger into my wetness then brought it to rest directly on my clit, flicking it lazily.

The way we were positioned had his face next to my head, which had this pants blowing against my neck and ear, only succeeding in making me hornier.

I used my hand that was in his hair to pull his head back from my neck and looked directly into his eyes. "If you don't fuck me soon, I'm going to go find someone else that will."

Apparently he didn't like that idea because within the next second my underwear were ripped clean off and thrown on the floor behind us. He set me down on my feet and turned me so I was facing the wall. I heard a soft whoosh which I took to be his boxers falling to the floor. He grabbed my hips with one hand and pulled me back while pushing my neck down with the other one.

"Hands on the wall," he demanded gruffly.

As soon as I planted my hands on the wall he thrust his cock into me while grabbing my hips impossibly tight.

God I hope I get bruises there. I need a reminder of him when I go home.

He dragged himself slowly out of my pussy until just the tip remained and slammed back home. I haven't seen his cock yet but judging by the feel of it, it was bigger than average and thick. One of his hands left my hip to snake around and play with my clit. My legs were starting to shake, from the strain and pleasure.

"You're so fucking tight," he bit out. "You feel like you were made for me, so good. So fucking good."

I gripped his dick with my pussy, "Harder. I need you to fuck me harder."

His hips started going faster than they were before, the angle we were was causing the tip of his dick to hit that perfect spot inside me. He bent his legs and thrust hard and deep into me. I bit my lip, but he kept at it and I let out a scream of pleasure. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back.

"Don't move."

He gathered some of the wetness that was running down my thighs on his finger of his other hand and started massaging my ass.

"Oh fuck," I groaned.

The hand that was yanking my hair back with each thrust slid down to cup my throat and squeezed at the same time he shoved his finger into my asshole.

"Oh god Dom. Fuck. I'm gonna come." The combination of the hair pulling, choking, thrusts that hit my g-spot, and him fingering my ass was way too much for me. I came with a scream, gripping his cock harder with each wave of pleasure that crashed over me. I had way too much stimulation going on and my orgasm felt like it was never going to end. I vaguely felt Dom thrusting harder into me, his hand around my neck going tighter. I could tell he was getting close, his thrusts were coming faster and jerky.

Every thrust he gave me had is balls hitting my clit, which coupled with the finger that was still thrusting in and out of my ass made me come again. This time I screamed out what I thought was something similar to his name. He thrust one more time and held himself there. His hands were gripping my hips so tight, and when his release started he milked himself using my body.

"Jesus Christ," he yelled out before collapsing on my back and biting my shoulder so hard I was sure he drew blood. His hoarse voice shouted out my name, and when he was done coming his legs gave out and he took me with him to the floor. 

His dick was still in me, I was laying on top of him while we tried to catch our breath. "That was-" I began trying to find the right words.

"Incredible," he finished for me. "Abso-fucking-lutely incredible."

I twisted and gave him a kiss, "Think we could do that again?"

"You don't even have to ask Sweetness."



The Morning After



I pegged my husband last night for the first time, popped his cherry as it were. 

Gawd that was fun!

Hank, my husband, had been looking at a lot of pegging themed videos on his iPad. I happened upon his browsing history by chance and decided to make his desires a reality. Fucking my husband's ass last night turned out to be an unexpected thrill for me as well!

Now as I awaken from my euphoric slumber I realize that my prosthetic penis is still deeply penetrating my husband's ass. The vibrating bullet has ceased to vibrate so I assume the battery has run down while we slept, but the bulb inserted in my still soaking wet pussy still feels hard and fabulous. We're still spooning and Hank is still in a deep slumber. As I assess the situation I'm torn between trying to slowly pull my cock out of Hank's butt without waking him and go start my day...or maybe I should start fucking him a little and see where it leads...

As I contemplated, Hank's butt began to push back against me and slowly grind against my cock. I guess we were both thinking that we'd like to go again then! I pushed gently against his grinding motion and he moaned softly as his eyes opened and he turned to kiss me.

I could still taste the cum on his lips from last night. It obviously didn't gross him out to taste his own cum and I found that to be terribly erotic. I started to think about what a turn on it would be to feed him his cum while I fucked his pretty ass...

My thoughts made my fucking motion increase. As I began to fuck Hank, he pushed back and his grinding became aggressive. 

Hank cried out in ecstasy as my thrusts became out and out fucking. We were still spooning and now we were fucking hard. I had my arms wrapped around him and I was pounding his sweet ass as hard and fast as I could. He was meeting my every thrust with the same vigor. I knew that neither of us would last long at this pace so I knew I'd have to change positions if I was going to feed Hank his seed.

I stopped suddenly and pulled my cock out of Hank. He let out a groan as an expression of his disappointment. 

"Don't worry honey," I said. "We're not finished here..."

"You know how it makes you feel when you pull out of me and feed me your cum?..."

"Well," I continued "I'm doing the fucking here so it only seems fair that you should get to eat the cum when we finish."

He started to act like he didn't want to do it, like he didn't want me to think he was gay...

"Hank" I said "this isn't about sexual orientation, I'm wearing a penis here - it's about a HOT sensual act...honestly I wouldn't care if you ARE gay - we still have great sex! Besides, you already showed me you liked it last night!" I said with a smug grin.

"Will you do this for me?" I asked.

He responded with a less than enthusiastic nod and a grunt but the way his cock bounced and grew betrayed his true desire!

"Great!" I said as I rolled him onto his back and propped his ass up on pillows. 

Now I had him at an angle that allowed me to easily plow my cock into his ass making direct contact with his prostate on every plunge. It also allowed me to grab his cock and jack it towards his mouth when the time came.

Once again I pressed my feeldoe against my husband's rosebud. We both took a breath and I eased it in slowly. I watched his face as the head of my cock pushed past his now well stretched sphincter. I watched as his expression became once again euphoric as I filled his man-pussy with my girl-cock. I began to fuck him gently.

His ankles now rested on my shoulders as I eased in and out and in and out... I grasped my breasts with both hands and squeezed them. I pulled hard on my nipples as I fucked him. I watched as my cock went into him deeply and pulled so far back out. I watched my long strokes, in and out and in and out... Now, even without the vibrating bullet, I could feel my orgasm begin to build. My clit rode the ridges on the base of my penis. The bulb in my pussy swam in my wetness. My hands pulled and squeezed my nipples.

I looked again at Hank's face. It simply radiated pleasure. His cock was huge and hard, sticking straight out from his body and dripping gobs of pre-cum as he watched me play with my nipples.

I scooped up some of his cream with my thumb and fed it to him. He made no attempt to avoid my effort. I fed him some more. The more I fed him the more he wanted! His cock was dripping a steady stream now and he was slurping his pre-cum off of my thumb as fast as I could feed it to him!

I grasped his fat dripping cock and began to stroke it hard towards his wide open mouth. My orgasm exploded as I watched my husband prepare for a mouthful of fresh man-milk. I continued to pound my husband's ass and stroke his cock feverishly as my eyes closed, I convulsed and succumbed to my orgasm letting loose a flood of pussy juice. It flowed down my cock and made Hank's asshole even wetter and slicker! I continued to cum and cum in wave after wave. 

"Oh gawd!!" I screamed. "Oh holy Jesus!!" "Oooohhhhhhhhhhh..."

I opened my eyes just in time to aim the first splatter of my husband's seed directly into his open mouth. Bullseye! He tried to swallow and his second blast splashed all over his face. He quickly opened his mouth again and caught spurt after spurt after spurt. Every time my dick hit his prostate he squirted until there was none left inside of him. I continued to pound him as my orgasm slowly subsided.

I pulled out of him and gobbled his softening cock in my mouth. I suckled all of the remaining cum from his beautiful organ and then slithered my way up his body until we were face to face.

His face was beautifully splattered with globs of cum from the spurt he missed. He looked so sexy to me right at that moment. I just stared at him. I truly love my man. I love seeing his cum splattered on his face. Now I know what he's always felt like looking at me.

I leaned in and kissed the globs from his cheek and around his mouth. Then we shared a wonderfully passionate kiss. Our kiss went on and on. He tasted so good. I swear I was starting to become aroused all over again as I enjoyed the flavors and feelings of our tongues wrestling in his sperm bath! A moment I wished could last forever.

We continued to kiss and cuddle all morning. We even fucked again and I fed him a cream pie after he came in me. We were totally spent. We didn't leave our bed until we eventually needed some real food...

Like I said before...we'll do this again! 

And I can't wait.



The Morning After



After a few hours of sleep, Lindsey's eyes opened of their own accord. She remained lying down, not really wanting to move just yet. At some point while they slept, she and Lucas had managed to position themselves properly on the bed and pull the covers over their naked bodies. 

A slow smile spread across her face as she turned her thoughts to the wild and intense lovemaking they had just engaged in a few hours ago. She had never in her young life met a man who could match her intense desires, who could leave her satisfied. Lucas had done both. And very, very well at that. Without a doubt the best lover she had ever had.

She turned to look at him, studying his features as he slept on. He was really quite handsome, and he looked a little boyish now as he slept. She had never met anyone quite like him before, and she doubted she ever would again. She could only hope that she didn't screw this up.

Opening his eyes, Lucas smiles as he finds Lindsey watching him as she remained on her side. Turning his head, he greets his new lover, "Good morning."

Feeling herself blush, Lindsey responds, "Good morning."

Reaching his hand over, Lucas gently clasps his hand around the back of Lindsey's head and draws her to him as he leans forward. Pressing his lips against those of his new lover, Lucas indulges himself as he increases the pleasure by prying her mouth open for an even deeper kiss.

Before he knew it, he was on top of her, feeling his manhood rising to the occasion.

Feeling Lucas' hard length pressing against her belly, Lindsey let out a muffled moan and reached down, wrapping her long fingers around the girth. Last night he had given his all to pleasure her and she was more than willing to return the favour. Giving it a gentle squeeze, she began to slowly stroke, rubbing her thumb gently across the tip.

His groan of pleasure sent a thrill of desire running through her and it took Lindsey no effort at all to initiate a change of positions. Before Lucas knew it, she had him on his back while she straddled him, still stroking his member. Pulling away from the intoxicating kiss, she smiled down at him before lowering herself to run her tongue along his jaw and down his throat.

Slowly she licked, nipped and kissed her way down his muscled torso, not stopping the smooth strokes on his length. Her tongue flicked across his nipple before she wrapped her lips around it to suck it and worry it with her teeth. With her free hand, she teased his other nipple before transferring her mouth to it.

Lindsey shifted herself slightly lower and traced her tongue down the soft line of hair that lead down Lucas' belly, pausing just above his pulsating length. She finally took her hand away, tilting her head down to kiss the head and was rewarded by Lucas' sharp intake of breath and his moan. She glanced up, smiling as she ran the tip of her tongue down the ridge to his testicles. 

Taking one into her mouth, she suckled on it, popping it gently in and out of her mouth. Her hands remained on Lucas' thighs, not touching him in any other way as she transferred her attentions to his other ball, giving it the same treatment. Lucas reached down to brush her dark hair from her face, leaving his fingers tangled in the roots of her hair as he let out a deep groan.

Lindsey trailed her tongue back up his length, still tasting herself on it. She wrapped one hand around the base, and circled the head with her tongue, coming across to taste the drop of precum that had started oozing out. She moaned softly, feeling a pleasurable ache between her legs and as she slowly wrapped her lips around his member, her free hand slipped up between her legs to explore her own inner folds.

She spent several long minutes stroking him as she sucked and licked the head. Lucas' grip on her hair tightened as he started to buck his hips upwards. Lindsey made the attempt to control herself, wanting to keep teasing him, but found she couldn't. She wanted to feel him lodged deep in her throat. 

At the same time as she slid two fingers deep inside herself, she lowered her head until she felt Lucas' length hit the back of her throat. And she began to finger herself at the same rate of speed, pushing her fingers deep in her sopping wet tunnel at the same time as she swallowed him.

Lucas' groans were matched by her muffled moans as she brought them both off, his hands holding her head still as he thrust himself in and out of her mouth. Before long, he tensed, shooting his seed down her throat at the same time as Lindsey came, coating her fingers with her juices.

Lindsey kept him lodged in her mouth until he grew hard again, sucking gently at first, then more rapidly as he hardened and grew. Then she pulled her head away, straddling him again and spreading her lower lips as she rubbed the head against her pussy. Then she positioned it at her entrance, pausing slightly to rub her slick fingers over his lips just as she lowered herself, taking him all inside.

Lucas immediately took her fingers in his mouth, licking and sucking her sweet juices off the offered digits as she rotated her hips, grinding him. Slowly raising and lowering herself, she began to ride him. She threw her head back, increasing her speed, loving the feel of him deep inside her hot tunnel. His hands gripped her hips tightly as she started to buck, her breasts bouncing. 

Leaning back on her hands, Lindsey abandoned herself to the incredible sensations of their lovemaking, her cries starting to rise in pitch as she came closer and closer to the edge. She leaned back far enough that Lucas could see his member plunging inside her. Bringing one hand forward and retaining her balance on the other, she began to rub her clit as she rode him, gaining a series of animalistic groans from her new lover that pushed her right over the edge.

Riding him hard now, her tunnel clenched itself tightly around him, her cries turning into screams as she came, coating his member with her juices. Before she realized it, Lucas had sat up, pulling her close to him as he captured her mouth, muffling her screams of pleasure as he kissed her hard, a kiss she returned with passion. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she gave way as he twisted them around so that he was on top. Lindsey found herself on her back with her head hanging off the bed.

Gripping tightly to his forearms, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as he thrust into her madly, quickly sending her into another intense orgasm. Like a man out of control, he pounded into her willing body and Lindsey encouraged him, begging him to do it harder, faster, deeper as she sank utterly into the lust of the moment. 

So intense was her next orgasm that her entire body stiffened and she was unable to breath. She barely heard Lucas' shout as he came with her, filling her womb with his seed. Her fingernails dug deep into his forearms, her tunnel clamped tight around his member and the muscles in her legs gave way as her vision dimmed, then blacked out, not feeling Lucas collapse on top of her.



The Morning After Always



She lay there thinking for some time after she had awakened. Her mind was ticking with randomness, centering on just one thing while her body still asserted itself to the feel and touch of the bed. How could a man do this to her? How could a man control her emotions without even trying? Never would she be able to understand how she could feel so elated yet miserable at the same time.

Both feelings were pitched to intensity in his presence. She died for his touch and died from it at the same time. Even now, with only memories of him, those intensities were doing battle in her mind. She fed on him with her emotions, making her feel empty most of the time. After all, how can one find fulfillment with something that is not there?

She pressed her head to the mattress; the silk of the sheet soothing her cheek was a poor substitute for the imprint left behind from last night. She could still smell him there. The scent of his hair on the pillow, the smell of sweat and skin on the sheets, the tinge of his essence on her own body; it was enough to drive anyone out of their mind.

Would she see him again? She was sure there would be another time. The torment of the whole mystery was that she could never really tell him goodbye. In his presence she had to be cold-hearted. It was self-preservation. He never took her seriously, he just expected her to always be there. 

It was enough to make her feel hollow inside. She needed him so she could breathe, but feared that he poisoned her with each breath. How could a man do this? Did he even know that he was killing her, slowly, a little every time?

Of course he didn't know. He only knew his own feelings. She turned away from his scent and rolled herself to her own side of the bed. Curling into herself for comfort she allowed her emotions to play havoc fully in her mind. She didn't like being this way. She wanted to be herself again. She wanted to be strong and willful, bold and powerful, she wanted to remember what it was to shine and have pride. As she lay there she worried that this was all that was left of her. A balled-up shell of a formerly confident woman who had been exposed to the fact that she was hollow on the inside. 

She needed him to fill her, but if she held onto him much longer, she knew with certainty it would be her end at the same time. Misery is the harsh aftermath of unsatisfied passions, and on this score she was quiet familiar. Her thoughts stopped racing, they began to focus. She was undone, empty for the last time.

It's a strange thing to hit rock bottom. And stranger still to know the precise moment when said event occurs. You are going along, business as usual when it creeps in on you like the afternoon tide. Things seem okay, then they get a little dangerous and before you know it, you're out to sea with nowhere to go or hide. The only course of action is to swim hard forever or to smash against the rocks, hoping you are quickly lost.

What does one do when there is nothing left to do? Where do you begin when you have no idea where you are? All that you know is that everything is a failure, every part of you is a loss, and emptiness takes on a whole new meaning. Times like these are beyond depression and the horrid suicide. Rock bottom is when there are no emotions, nothing left, nothing at all. There is no reasoning, and it takes reasoning to die.

You do have choices. You can lay silent with your mind racing, racing to the tune of regrets, doubts, fears, failures, and never agains, never wills. Or you can pick yourself up slowly and pray with desperation. That desperation will turn to passion, a passion to live. A passion to come up from your location on the ground floor and the lie that life has become.

With this comes a brief elation. After all, when you're at your lowest point, any small hope is an advance onward. What they don't tell you, however, is that there is a catch on this road to new revelation. If at once you fall, you find you will find yourself falling all of the time.

So here she is, our heroine, falling for the second time. She needs him for reassurance, for the strength he breathes into her hollow inside. But with the hope of finding strength in him comes the reminder that he is the reason she is hollow. Each time he breathes her back to life, he sucks more away. She's fading a little each time.

In her way she hates him. She hates him because she loves him. She hates him for being selfish, for being elusive, and mostly for knowing her mind. He assumes much of her, and she plays the part well. How can a man do this?

She lifts herself off the bed; she thinks a shower would be nice. As she passes into the bathroom she sees his towel hanging on the door. She will soak in the water and scrub herself red and clean, but it's never enough. That towel will still be there, as he will still be there. It's a haunting relationship that she knows leans more to one side. 

Days that start in this way never seem to have a bright side, do they? But getting dressed is a bright side. Clean panties and a bra that fit well are a bright side. Remembering to brush your teeth is - well you get the picture. On days like these staying in bed would be the best course of action. But the bed...no, his scent is still there.



The Morning After Bad Girl



This was the first story written by precious – before the book "Only in a fairytale does a girls dream come true" before Chris and Trish.

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The sun shinning through the window, it is still very early and waking up I feel his naked body pressed against mine.

I smile silently remembering the late night early morning thrills and happiness we spent together.

I still feel the moisture from that special time 

It was nice remembering. 

I scoot back to get even closer to him.

He presses himself against me, he moans softly and I wait as I hear his breathing tell me that he was back fast asleep again.

I sigh comfortably in his arms. 

I slowly begin to slip away from him quietly, not wanting to wake him, to go take a shower.

He rolls over as if reaching for me but stays asleep. 

I wait a moment then reach and pick up my towel and head to the bathroom for my shower.

I feel all warm and still very hot and wet and still wanting him very much so. 

I'm secretly hoping that after my shower he will be easy to gently wake so I can have more of the wonderful things he does to me.

Even though they are such sweet thoughts I began to feel more then just warm from my thoughts. 

I tried to fight it as I hung my towel and turned the water on.

I slipped into the shower and began moaning softly from the comfort of the hot shower. 

I reach up and wash my hair and face.

I reached for the soap and begin bathing rubbing the bar of soap all over. 

As I wash my nipples they began getting hard and I moaned slightly trying to resist the thoughts that were now flooding my mind.

I ran the soap over my stomach and then down between my legs. 

I am so hot there and I rub the soap longer then I should. Then reached up and ran my free hand across both erect nipples.

I tugged a little on one then the other moaning softly as I also rub my now hard clit with the soap. 

I try even harder to resist knowing the rules of the not touching without permission.

He is a very good Master and gentle but that is one rule he seems to enforce more then any other.

My body is his to do with as he please and is not to be touched by anyone not even me without permission.

As hard as I try I can not resist and I rub my clit even more. 

I raise my leg and place it on the side of the tub. I pinch and tug on my nipple as I continue to rub and pull on my clit that is now throbbing.

I want to cum so bad; I feel that warm tingle all over. I stop and try to catch my breath realizing how close I had gotten.

I not only was breaking the no touching rule but I was only moments away from Cumming without permission as well.

I rinsed my face and ran my fingers through my wet hair trying to regain my composure. Wanting to try and relax I laid down in the tub with the shower still on.

The hot water still feels very good. I was trying to relax but all I wanted was more. 

I reached and began rubbing my hand across my nipples tugging and pinching again.

I then lay down completely in the tub and spread my legs very wide letting the shower hit me. 

"Ohm it feels so good."

I reach down and spread my lips even wider and rub my clit hard and fast then spread and let the water hit it.

It didn't take long and sure enough I was Cumming.

I suddenly realized what I did and as good as it feels even still, I know if I had been caught it would have been really bad.

I stood up and begin washing again hoping to wash away any evidence of my recent play time.

Still throbbing and feeling good I couldn't help but close my legs tight around my hand and squeeze and let out a little moan.

I rubbed a little more with the soap. I tried turning the water to more cold to try and cool down and recover faster.

After a few moments I turned the water off, opened the sliding door and reached for the towel. 

As I stepped out of the shower I nearly jumped out of my skin because he was standing right in the doorway.

My first thoughts were to begin immediately trying to confess and beg for forgiveness but my fear helped me not do that.

Maybe he didn't see anything. 

Maybe he just woke up and just opened the door. 

I know this would have made him so angry that surely he wouldn't have let me go on. Would he?

He walked behind me and took the towel and slowly began drying me off. 

He rested the towel on my shoulders and stepped to the vanity door and picked up the brush and began brushing my hair back.

He leaned down and while pulling my hair away he kisses my neck and sniffs me and tells me, 

"Mmmmmmm my little pet you smell good, all clean now?"

"Yes Sir." 

My heart is pounding wondering just what did he see if anything at all.

In my mind I'm tossing with all these feelings and emotions, did he see me? 

If he didn't don't I need to confess?

What if he did see some and is just giving me the chance to confess. 

In hopes of a clue to all my questions I ask…

"Did I wake you? I tried to be very quiet so you could get your rest."

"No you didn't wake me. Not with noise or anything but I was missing your warm body and came looking for you. I was pleased to hear the shower running. 

I was pleased thinking about what I could do to and with a fresh clean little pet that belongs all to me."

I smile even though I do not think my questions were answered. Then suddenly my answer came.

"You do belong only to me right my little pet?"

I began feeling queasy in my stomach and weak at the knees. 

He was kissing my neck and started running his hand up the back of my towel to my butt.

I moaned and leaned back against him and answered obediently.

"Yes Sir, all of me is all yours."

"Very good answer my pet."

He squeezed my right cheek really hard and said, "I know what you just said my little pet but there seems to be a little problem somewhere.

Because when I first came to that door my eyes were showing me that someone was touching and playing with all of you that is all mine."

I nearly fainted under the sound of his voice. 

Even though I have no idea how much he seen, he obviously has seen something that has gotten him not happy with me.

I wasn't sure exactly what to say because I still have no idea what all he seen.

My luck if I open my mouth I will be confessing a lot more then he seen. I know confession is good but I also know by the tone in his voice that I am already in a lot of trouble. 

Logically speaking I'm sure whatever happens from this point on will be enough to cover all that I did anyway.

I went to turn and say how sorry I was and begin to beg for forgiveness when he placed his finger across my lips and shushed me.

I quickly hushed.

He reached inside of my towel and pinched my left nipple and told me to go get on our sofa in the bedroom and to sit until he gets there.

I lowered my head and said, "Yes Sir."

I walked in the room wrapping the towel completely around me, my stomach in knots, my heart pounding.

I was fussing at myself in my mind... How stupid that was… why couldn't I wait. Ugg!

As I sat on the sofa I could hear him in our closet. 

Though in a lot of cases that would be a good sound, there are not only toys in that closet there are also paddles, crops, cane, and more.

He came back to our room and sat next to me on my left side.

I hung my head as he sat next to me.

He placed the bag down on the floor at his feet and opened it and began digging looking for the tool or toy of his choice.

I just kept my head hanging. 

I saw him pull the crop and the cane and purple toy as well as the large paddle out.

He began speaking to me. 

"I am very unhappy with you my pet."

"Yes Sir."

I didn't know if I should begin my begging now or would it just make it worse.

He took me by my arm and pulled me and said, "Lay across my lap."

I do as I am told.

He raises the towel up and suddenly without any warning or talking he hit me really hard with the large paddle.

I yelp out and he hit me again even harder 2 more times. He laid the paddle down and rubs my stinging cheeks.

I try to hold back the tears. 

I think the not knowing what he is thinking or what he is going to do is the worse part. 

My not knowing is killing me.

He takes my arm and tells me to get up and he has me standing in front of him.

He begins talking to me.

"My pet, I try to be easy on you because you have to deal with so much and I think I am pretty fair in the rules I have set."

"Yes Sir, very fair" *Sniffle*

"Well, I am not going to ask why you did what I caught you doing because I already know and I also do not want to hear you beg me for forgiveness.

Then you would have the chance to try and soften me with all the reasons of you wanting me being the excuse why you did this."

"Yes Sir."

"Go get on the bed, on your back with no towel."

"Yes Sir."

I walked over to the bed and dropped the towel and he stood up and told me to pick it up and lay it on the bed, I did as he told me in a hurry.

I was now lying on the towel in the middle of the bed on my back.

He laid all the toys and the bag on the end of the bed. 

He reached in and pulled out the spreader bar we made out of an old broom stick.

He began talking to me again.

"I want you to pull your legs up and place this stick behind your knees and keep your legs bent and holding this stick in place with your legs open and up at all times understood?"

"Yes Sir."

As I did as I was told I became very open and exposed for him. Both of my openings were right before him.

He reached in the bag and grabbed the ropes and then tied my hands to the bar.

No matter what he does to me or how much I wiggle and squirm, my legs will stay up and open.

It also keeps them from interfering with what ever he has planned to do with what is all of his.

He petted my wet opening with his open hand.

"Yes all mine."

He reached up and placed both of my breasts out from under my arms that were reaching down because my hands were tied to the stick.

Because they are so big and my arms were close together they now are pressed together and my nipples are standing straight out to him.

He pushes both of my nipples together and sucks and licks them and moans.

"Yes all mine."

I look down and notice he is as hot as I have been and there is an apparent hardness showing through his boxers.

He noticed me looking and grabs it and stokes it through his shorts.

"Yes my pet it is hard, I get very excited when all that is mine is laid out before me."

"Would you like some of this my bad little pet?"

He drops his boxers to the floor then slides up on the bed and spread my lips open and run his hardness up and down my wetness.

He moves back and smacks my hardened clit with his hand and smiles as I moan out loudly.

"Yes Master, I want to cum for you and feel you inside of me filling me up."

He reached down and then grabs my clit in his two fingers and begins pinching it and tugging on it.

While tugging on it he then reaches up and pinches one then the other of my nipples.

In total pleasure I think to myself there is no way he could have possibly seen all that I did or even most of what I was doing.

Because he would not be letting me go through this if he had. It feels too good.

I moan loudly and begin to lift my butt off the bed to attempt to try and get closer to him.

He smacks my outer thigh really hard and told me to stay still.

Just to tease me he spread me wide then slips deep inside of me and grinded hard against me.

"Feel good my pet?"

"Ohh God yes Master yes! Ohm more please ohhmm, pump deep inside of me hard."

He draws out and does so very fast. 

I moan out as if in deep pain.

"You have been a bad little girl; I do not think you deserve to have me inside of you. 

I think you need to be punished. 

I can not let this go. I will not let this go."

He slides back down off the bed. 

He smacks my wetness again really hard with his hand.

He reaches up and rolls my nipples under his palm.

He begins pinching my hard nipples in his fingers. 

He tugs, pulls and pinches them both at the same time.

He reaches down and runs his fingers between my folds and massages my clit as he leaned down and sucked and licked my nipples one then the other.

"MMMM yes all mine"

He goes to where my clit is with his face and spread me open and begins licking my clit then nibbling on it. 

"MMMM yes all mine"

I so want to cum right now all over his face. 

I try not to but I lift up off the bed a little wanting more of his mouth on me.

He raises his hand and smacks my lips really hard.

"I said stay still."

Feeling the stinging I say, "Yes Sir, I'm sorry."

He gets the purple toy and turns it on and rubs it up and down my lips. Then he inserts it into me stroking it a few times with my wet opening.

I can't help but moan and to tighten around it. 

He removes it and turns it off and lays it on the bed. 

Then he gets the burgundy cane out.

"My pet you know I Love you very much but this is the lifestyle you wanted as much as myself and you agreed to following the rules.

We wrote the rules together and you know I have been what I think is very reasonable. 

You also know that of all the rules there are two that kind of go hand in hand that displease me more then anything and hold the more severe of the punishment, is that right?"

"Yes Sir."

"So there won't be any hard feelings when you are punished for playing with the soap and the water in the shower and Cumming without permission?"

My heart sank, He seen not only some of it but ALL of it! I must have suddenly become very flushed because he noticed.

"Yes my pet, I saw it all.

I sensed you were not in bed and I wanted to have my pet and came looking for you so that I could.

What do I find, my pet caressing herself with a bar of soap and her hands roaming all over.

Pinching my pet's nipples and spreading my pet's lips so that the water can make her cum and all without my permission."

I began to run on now wanting to beg for forgiveness. 

"I'm sorry Master I won't ever do it again, I was just cleaning and it just kind of happen and I was thinking of you…"

He shushed me again.

As he shushed me he reached up and pinched my nipples, one and then the other.

"I do not want to hear "I'm sorry" my pet, you will be punished and it better not happen again."

"Yes Sir."

"Now that's enough talking."

He grabs the cane again and brings it up and down on the bed a couple of times and flicks it in the air.

I close my eyes as I hear it swoosh in the air. (It is made from the top of a fishing pole - thin fiberglass with all of the metal removed)

He then raises the cane and brings it down across my legs, thighs and lips not stopping he brings the cane down across my opening and butt time after time.

Ohh the stinging! 

After about 10 times he reaches down and massages me and slides his finger in and out of my wet red lips.

He reaches up and starts pinching my nipples and reached for the crop. 

He begins smacking my lips hard with the crop and pinching my nipples one then the other.

He smacks my lips harder and harder. The stinging is nearly unbearable. 

I feel the tears that were nearly flowing freely from the cane.

He doesn't stop he brings the crop down on my open wetness harder and harder. 

After like 20 licks he stops then spreads me open and rubs my clit then leans in to lick it and suck on it.

"MMMM yes all mine"

He picks the cane up and begins swooshing it back down on me up and down my thighs and butt and lips.

He likes and admires the red lines and swelling marks of the cane and begins to speak to me as he stops 10 or 15 licks later.

"I love to see you all open to me but I hate that it has to be a punishment for you my pet."

"Will you be touching, rubbing and exposing for the water; my pet's little clit to pleasure yourself without my permission again?"

Through the tears I sniffle, "No Sir not ever again." *Sniffle* "I'm sorry Master."

He climbs back on the bed and begins to lick my thighs and butt and lick from the back all the way up to the front and open my lips and begin sucking on my clit.

"I'm going to take you my pet and you are not to cum do you understand?"

"Yes Sir"

"If you cum, and you know I will know, then you will get 50 licks on your clit with the crop and I do not mean pleasure hits. Is that clear my pet?"

"Yes Master, I understand, all of me is all yours and you will be having me for your pleasure."

"That's right my pet. Good girl."

He lies down on his belly and opens me as wide as he can.

He licks, sucks and pinches my clit and slipping a finger in then two then three.

He pounds me and then pulls them out as he feels me tighten around them.

He licks and sucks even more. 

He nibbles hard on my swollen clit and moans deeply against it.

He gets up on his knees and places his hardness against me.

While spreading me wide open he slips inside of me pushing very slowly then suddenly thrusting fast and deep and reaching up to pinch my nipples.

Then grabbing the bar between my knees grinding his pelvic deep and hard against mine he thrust even harder.

I moan deeply and loudly wanting so much to cum but knowing I better not. 

He moans and moans as he pumps harder and harder.

He keeps pumping and then his strokes slow as he pushes harder and deeper and his warmth fills me.

"Ohhh My wonderful pet, All Mine"

"Ohh Master, Ohh please let me cum, you feel so good inside of me, I want to please you and cum all over you and squeeze you so very tight inside of me."

As painful as it is even for him, he withdrew out of me.

"NO! My pet, it's all mine. Besides you had yours already this morning."

He was reaching to take the ropes off then said, "No I think I will leave you this way a little longer."

He turns the purple toy on and opened my lips and lays the toy against my clit then slid it up and down.

I'm wiggling on the bed wanting so much to cum for him.

"Master, Please let me cum for you."

He reached in the bag and grabbed two more toys. 

He got a smaller toy and slid it up and down in my wetness and got it all wet and slowly slipped it inside of my back hole.

I moaned not caring just wanting to cum I am so hot I can hardly stand it. 

After inserting the smaller toy he turned it on low. 

I moan deeply.

Then he reached up and placed the purple toy against my clit again.

He placed clothes pin on one nipple as he massaged my clit then one on the other.

He turned the purple toy up and slides it up and down and press the top hard against my clit.

I begin to shiver trying so hard to maintain my composure and can't help but moan and beg.

"Please Master, Ohhmmm Please Master let me cum."

"NO my pet!"

He begins sliding the toy in and out of me. 

Then he leaves the toy inside of me and starts sliding them both in and out.

Then letting them stay inside of me.

He begins to pop the back and sides of my thighs with the crop. 

The pleasure of the pain and stimulation of the vibrators had me nearly not even on this plane in my mind.

He reached over and took one clothes pin off and then the other.

I squealed out in pain. 

He leaned over and licked my nipples.

He reached down and took the purple toy out. 

He leaned in and just before he started licking me he whispered, "Do not cum until I say so my pet, do you understand?"

"Ohhmm uhh Yessss Sir Master... Yessss Sir."

"Are you ever going to play or cum without my permission my baby girl?"

"Noo ummm Noooo Master... Neeverr."

He slides my lips open with one hand and begins licking. 

He simultaneously starts sliding the smaller toy in and out slowly. 




The Morning After Bad Girl



He licked slowly and presses hard against my clit with his tongue.

I begin to wiggle and he looks up.

"Be still my pet"

I just moan and groan deeply wanting only for him to devour me.

"When I begin licking you again my pet you can cum as soon as you want, understand my pet?"

"Ohh thank you Masterrr ohumm yess Sir, thank you."

He slides the smaller toy out completely and then lay flat on his stomach.

He spreads me wide and flicked my clit with his tongue and made me jump and twitch.

He reaches up and began rubbing my nipples. As he rubs and tugs on my nipples he licked my clit and sucked on it.

It doesn't take long for the tingle to run through out my whole body and I shudder and groan out very loudly as he brought me to a full spasm of orgasms. 

I shudder and moan and groan loudly. 

"Thaaaaank you Massster, Ohhmm God, I love you."

I feel dizzy and weak and as if I am floating. 

I'm moaning and trying to catch my breath.

He slowly gets up and begins taking my hands and legs loose.

He allows me to curl up and then he lies next to me and held me close.

"I love you too my beautiful lovely pet."

All I can do is moan and whimper as he holds me until I drift back off to sleep a very content, corrected, satisfied, owned pet.