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Costume Party Ch. 01

By: nastystoryguy



The following totally fictitious writings and are intended for the sole readership of those of LEGAL AGE. The ADULT ONLY material contained within is also for personal use only where local standards permit scenes of violence and sex. Please do not read further if any of these subjects offend, or if you are not of legal age.

This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone violence of any sort.

The following is under Copyright and is for your sole enjoyment. Your cooperation in not using the material in any other application without the express permission of the author is requested. Thank you.

I noticed her almost the moment I walked in the door. Initially it was her costume that attracted my attention, or more accurately her lack of costume. I wasn't sure what it was supposed to be, but that was mostly because there was so little of it. It barely came below her ass, and a nice, tight, round ass it was. For her relatively short height, not more than 5' 5" I guessed, she had rather long legs, and very attractive ones too. She wore sandals that had almost no heel, but her legs still had that sculpted look I love. The outfit had a tight belt that showed off a narrow waist above her curvaceous hips.

However good all that looked, what most drew my gaze were her tits. Say what you will, I'm an incurable tit man, for which I make no apologies. Hers were truly spectacular, and the outfit left little to the imagination. They were very large, especially for her small frame. Globes of flesh that the costume exposed nearly down to her nipples. From where I stood I could easily see the points, which led me to believe she was braless. Even more impressive since without a bra and in spite of their size, no discernible sag existed. 

Forgive the fact that I've started with a description of her body before saying what she 'looked' like. She was, in fact, extremely pretty too. Blond hair, shoulder length. Eye color undetectable from my distance, but I would bet blue due to the very fair skin. Little makeup, which is something I always like in a woman. All and all, very nearly a 10!

In spite of all her physical attributes and the costume, which are assuredly what caught my attention in the first place, it was her behavior that had me continuing to observe for quite a while. 

But I've gotten way ahead of myself. I said costume, and didn't mean it figuratively. It was a holiday costume party being given by one of my better customers. An annual event he threw for employees, vendors, friends and good customers. I'd been invited in the past, but this was the first time I'd accepted. I'm generally not big on costume affairs. I'd decide to accept this year since Sonia, the woman I'd been in a tight relationship with for many months had been offered a job on the West Coast that was simply too good to pass up. I understood that, and we'd had a very open relationship, but I still missed her.

She'd been gone about four months. We'd stayed in contact. Frequently at first, I even flew out to spend a weekend with her not long after she left. But as these things tend, the contact had been less and less frequent and we hadn't written or talked in several weeks. I'd been out with a few women since, but no one particularly interesting. At least not interesting enough to invite to this party, so there I was, stag.

Frankly, I'd decided to come because I hadn't had a date in a couple of weeks and this party had a reputation for being large and a lot of fun, with many of the attendees, both men and women coming alone. I was hoping I might find someone interesting with whom I might even spend the night. So here I was, in a pirate costume I'd rented because it was comfortable and not really much of a costume. I had the accompanying hat and sword so it was clear what it was, but other than that it was basically a puffy shirt and baggy pants with a pair of boots. 

Anyway, one of my favorite things is people watching, so I'd moved to the bar, got a beer and was just sitting observing the sexy blond. As you can imagine, many guys were hitting on her and she was clearly enjoying it. I had no intention of 'getting in line'. Don't misunderstand, at 6' 2" and apparently ruggedly attractive to most women, I have more than my fair share of success, but being one of the panting dogs, sniffing around 'the hot item' in a situation like this just isn't my style. 

So I contented myself with watching the action around her and kept glancing around for something else that might be of interest.

There was a DJ and a very busy dance floor and she was really something else. She'd dance with a guy for a dance or two and usually would grind against his crotch before she'd laugh and move on to someone else. She'd even let some of the guys get their hand on her ass, but then she'd put a stop to it and move away. Definitely a hot little cock tease, and absolutely not my type. 

Watching her had become increasingly boring and I was spending more time looking for someone that I'd rather invest time in. But like being present at a car wreck, I found myself glancing back to her every now and then.

I finally spotted a fairly tall, willowy brunette, dressed as a nurse. She was attractive, but not what I'd describe as extremely good looking, like the blond was. She also had the 'skinny model' body type. Definitely a feminine figure, but not the nice full bodied, curvy type I tend to prefer. Nevertheless, she seemed to be standing around alone and uncomfortable so I decided to go ask her to dance. 

As I headed toward her I noticed the blond nearby. She was trying to pull away from some guy who had her by the arm and was apparently trying to drag her off to sit at a table with him.

"OW! Don't! Let go of me!" I heard her calling out.

It seemed as if no one else in the room was even noticing, maybe because I'd been nursing a single beer so far and there was a lot of pretty heavy drinking going on, or even more likely she'd spread around her teasing to the point that some guy got tired of it and the other guys figured she was getting what she deserved, which was probably true, but still.

You see, I own a beer distributorship, hence the invite to the party. So I've seen way to many folks get in serious trouble from over drinking, and therefore, while I enjoy a drink as much as anyone, I just try really hard never to overdo, especially if I have to drive.

Call me old fashioned, and I am in many ways. I'd even admit to being a sexists and a chauvinist, but it always rubs me the wrong way to see a guy forcing himself on a woman. Don't misunderstand, I can, and do, get plenty rough with a woman. Especially in a sexual way, but never if they really don't want me too. It's surprising how many women do find a little rough treatment to be a turn on.

In any case, cock tease or not, the guy was going over the line and she was NOT appreciating it. I knew I'd probably regret it, but I changed directions and headed toward them.

I came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder, none too gently either.

He spun around.

"I think the lady wants you to let go of her arm," I said in my best tough guy voice.

Now, before you think I like confrontation, I don't. In fact I try very hard to avoid it. And at my size I usually don't have to get physical in a situation like this, but I can handle myself if I have to. I was definitely much bigger than this guy and hoped that was all it would take.

"She ain't no lady, and who the fuck are you anyway? Mind your own fucking business!" he barked drunkenly.

"Why don't you just let her go and go sit down and stop causing trouble, okay?" I said as evenly as I could, but quickly getting very angry.

With that he let go of her arm and started to take a swing at me.

SHIT! I thought as I prepared to block his punch. But I didn't have to. I'd been wrong about no one else noticing. 

As he started to swing George grabbed his arm and wrenched it downward.

George works for Henry (the owner of the bar who was throwing the party) as his bouncer. Now if I'm a big guy George is a giant, not gentle when someone pisses him off. I wouldn't want to mess with him. George and I have visited on more than one occasion and I knew any potential problem had just been solved.

"Hey Scott, is this jerk bothering you?" George asked with a menacing smile.

"Not me, but I think he might be bothering the lady here" I replied evenly.

"Ma'am?" George asked in her direction.

"Yes, in fact he was. Thank you" she replied obviously a bit shaken.

"Okay pal, out you go!" said George as he quickly escorted the man to the door.

That was the end of that.

She took a breath and looked up at me, "Thank you. He really was hurting me."

She was even more stunning up close that I'd first thought. I'd been right about the eyes. And from my current vantage point the cleavage was even more impressive too. I was sure I would regret it, but figured what the Hell, as long as I was here.

"Would you care to dance?" I asked softly.

"Very much!" she cooed in return.

The first song was fast, but it didn't keep her from rubbing up against me quite a bit, managing to brush against my crotch once or twice in the process.

To my pleasure, the next song was slow and she melted into my arms without me saying a word. She smelled wonderful and felt even better and I now knew I'd also been right about the bra. 

Not surprisingly it wasn't long before she'd worked her thigh between my legs and was doing her best to rub it against my cock. Due to our height difference, she couldn't be very effective at her attempt however. Part of me wanted to squat down some and let her, but mostly I was glad she couldn't achieve her objective since I knew I would have sprouted a hard-on.

I suppose this is as good a time as any to tell you a little more about myself. To cut right to it, I'm what is undeniably well endowed. My cock is about 7 or 8 inches when soft, aroused it grows to nearly 12 and gets quite thick. And it gets hard, rock hard.

Now at first most every guy thinks they wish they were hung like that, but let me tell you, it's as much a curse as a blessing. Don't believe that bullshit about size doesn't matter, it does! But it isn't ALL good. Oh, yeah, it never fails that when a woman first sees, or even feels my cock they get a look of lust. Sometimes there is anxiety or even fear, but ALWAYS the lust is there. When it gets hard the look becomes one of amazement. Most women have simply never seen a cock that big, or even close. 

There is part of the old adage that is true however, and that's the part that goes it's not what you have, but how you use it. If I hadn't learned a long time ago how to administer my monster cock gently and with care, I'd have a very sorry sex life I'm sure. I don't. But, having said all that, some women are extremely reluctant to even give it a try. Happily I can say all who have were damn glad they did, but it takes extreme patience on both party's parts and great self-control on mine, most of the time. You don't take a cock like that and just dive balls deep into a pussy for the first time unless you want a woman screaming and running out the door! AND, one of the most frustrating things for me is the fact that most women just cannot handle giving me a decent blowjob, if any at all. I've known a few who could but it petrifies most to even try. Lastly, imagine what anal sex is like. On the rare occasion where a woman is willing to try, I have to be extremely careful not to rip her apart. Most won't hear of it.

Anyway, now you know. And I think the blond, who's name I still didn't know, already had some idea from our dance. The look in her eye was one of curiosity at least. 

When the dance ended I asked her if she'd like to go sit and have a drink. She agreed.

Once we were seated and each had a fresh drink I finally got around to finding out what her name was. Callie (rhythms with Sally).

"I'm Scott" I responded.

"Thanks again for the help back there" she said, seeming to be sincere.

I let it pass, for the moment at least.

"I love your costume, but what is it supposed to be?" I went on.

With a very mischievous glint in her eye she responded, "Why I'm a slave girl of course!"

With a chuckle I cleverly (in my mind) replied, "Pirates are very good at capturing slave girls!"

I've already given you some insight into my sexual preferences, but what I haven't told you is that I seem to have a sixth sense for women who have a bit of sub deep inside. My instincts told me that was the case with Callie, but I wasn't at all sure. I would have bet, however, that she'd never let it out before, if she did. I thought her teasing ways might just be a defense mechanism.

Now if that sounds like a lot of psycho-babble from a beer salesman, it is. One other thing I haven't told you is that I graduated magna cum laude from a very prestigious school with degrees in psychology and business. I do what I do because I like it and it gives me a great deal of freedom, not because I had to. Not to mention, it cranks out a pretty good income too!

So I was watching her reaction pretty closely. I was letting my mind wander into fantasyland. At bit of a session with this hottie could be very interesting indeed, especially if she was as inexperienced as I suspected. Those nice full tits just begged for the kind of attention I'd give them if I had the chance.

In any case, I sensed nothing and she didn't reply. As I usually do, I plunged ahead. Nothing ventured, nothing gained I feel. If this didn't work, I wouldn't be crass about it, but I wasn't going to play the game by her rules, that was for sure.

"You know, even though what that guy did was inexcusable, you did bring it on yourself" I gambled. 

Looking smug rather than offended she replied, "I most certainly did not! Whatever do you mean?"

"I mean I'd been watching you for a while and you are a cock teasing little bitch who thinks she can wiggle her ass up against a guys cock and then just walk away when you feel like" I said calmly. 

She looked a little flustered now. I doubted anyone had ever called her on her bullshit in an objective way before.

"I don't know what you are talking about!" she said, trying to be indignant, but failing miserably.

"Oh yes you do. Just the way you tried to rub your thigh in my crotch when we were dancing. Someone should teach you a lesson for that behavior!" I said, unable to keep from chuckling.

"Someone like you I suppose?" she said haughtily.

I thought I caught a hint of excitement as she said this last.

"Someone exactly like me! If you want, I'll take you home and we can start!" I said, probably being too smug.

"I think not! I've listened to just about enough from you. I appreciate what you did earlier, but that's no cause to talk to me like this. Thank you and good night!" she said, appearing to be angry, but I wasn't convinced.

It didn't matter. She got up and stormed off to the other side of the room.

I just sat there laughing. 

Oh well, guess I was wrong about that one!

I finished my drink and went looking for the brunette nurse. I wasn't about to mope over the blond, but my juices had started flowing and I was optimistic I could find someone to help me out before the night was through.

I found her soon enough, surprisingly, I thought, still alone. After all, as I said earlier, she was rather attractive. I observed her for a couple of minutes before approaching, and reasoned that she was extremely shy. I wondered why she'd come to a party like this alone. I also noticed that her 'costume' didn't seem a costume at all, but a real nurse's uniform.

I decided to take another chance with an icebreaker.

I walked up to her and said, "That's cheating!"

She looked confused and replied, "Excuse me?"

"I said that's cheating, you are supposed to wear a costume, you just came in your work clothes!" I said with a friendly grin.

She smiled and with a giggle asked, "How did you know?"

"The truth?" I said still smiling too. 

She just nodded.

"Well, it looks like a real uniform and I just guessed" I said simply. "Wanna dance?"

Sometimes the truth does wonders. In this case it seemed just right. I saw a moment's hesitation then she responded.

"Sure"

"I'm Scott"

"Becky"

I lead her to the floor and we danced to about three fast songs, then I was ready for a break. Once the dance was over I asked her if she wanted to sit and talk. She hadn't had a drink either time I'd seen her earlier. I offered, but she declined, so we found a table and started to chat.

We were just making small talk. What do you do, how do you happen to be here, etc. It turned out she'd come as the guest of a girlfriend named Nina, who worked for Henry as a cocktail waitress, but right after they'd arrived she hooked up with some guy and Becky hadn't seen her since. She didn't have her own car, which was the only reason she was still around. It explained what I'd observed earlier, and also held out what I figured was pretty good prospects for me.

I was positive that there would be no rough fun and games with this girl, but it could turn into an enjoyable evening and possibly more enjoyable night!

We'd been talking for about ten minutes or so when damned if Callie didn't show up at the table, plop down in a chair, and turn to Becky.

"Would you excuse us. Scott and I have some unfinished business!" she said rather rudely.

I was completely taken aback and didn't even react at first. Finally I came to my senses and realized I had about one second to make a choice. I knew I should tell Callie to go to Hell and leave, but my mind wouldn't let go of wondering what in the world was going on.

My curiosity gets me into trouble on a regular basis and I was sure this was going to be one of those time, nevertheless I didn't say anything. 

Looking rather stunned, Becky started to get up as she said, "Uh, well, sure"

Not wanting to be a complete jerk and heel I stood and spoke to her, "I really don't know what this is about, but I think I'd better talk to her"

Dumb I know, but well, I already explained.

With class, more than Callie or me, Becky simply said, "No problem" and walked away calmly.

"That was pretty fucking ballsy! Just what the Hell was it about?" I said too loudly.

"You were really going to just let me walk away and that was that, weren't you?" she asked in what seemed a sincere tone.

"Damn straight!" I replied, my curiosity still aroused.

"I'd seen you watching me earlier, before that guy grabbed me" was all she said.

That was a surprise, I really didn't think she'd noticed me at all before I intervened. 

I just waited for her to go on.

"You wouldn't have approached me if that hadn't happened either. Why not?" she asked.

Give her credit, she didn't ask if I would have, she'd figured that out and wanted to know why.

Time for another straight answer, "I'm not into having to elbow other guys out of the way to meet a woman."

"I don't imagine you have to, either. I'm just not use to either one of those reactions from a guy" she added.

I chuckled, "No I don't imagine you are, that's one of your problems!"

She rather shyly looked down and softly said, "You were right. About me being a tease that is. What did you mean by 'teach me a lesson'?"

Suddenly I realized my hunch had been bang on correct before. Not only that, but I had her! This could turn out great, I thought.

"Let's get out of here and go to my place and I'll show you!" I said firmly, standing up and offering her a hand without waiting for a reply.

I could see the emotions warring in her eyes. I'd seen it before. The lust versus the apprehension and fear of the unknown. She swallowed hard and hesitated for just a second before taking my hand and standing up.


Costume Party Ch. 01



Without another word I led her to the front door. On the way, somewhat to my embarrassment I saw Becky. She looked at me with a waning little smile. I felt like a real jerk, but as I said before, make a decision, live with the consequences. I gave her a sincere smile and kept moving, promising I'd try to make it up to her.

As we approached my truck Callie asked, "What about my car?" 

"We'll get it later" I said simply.

I could tell this further unsettled her. She'd really be stuck once we reached my place.

I opened the door for her and as she climbed in I said, in a very serious tone, "The teasing is over right now. Once I close the door we're in this for real!"

I was sure she didn't fully understand what that meant, but after another moment of indecision she just nodded her agreement. I closed the door and went around to the driver's side.

My place wasn't far and we drove the few minutes it took to get there in silence. When we arrived I came around and got her door and helped her down. Still in silence I led her to my front door by the hand.

To be continued

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Costume Party Ch. 02



The following totally fictitious writings and are intended for the sole readership of those of LEGAL AGE. The ADULT ONLY material contained within is also for personal use only where local standards permit scenes of violence and sex. Please do not read further if any of these subjects offend, or if you are not of legal age.

This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone violence of any sort.

The following is under Copyright and is for your sole enjoyment. Your cooperation in not using the material in any other application without the express permission of the author is requested. Thank you.

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Once inside I turned on a couple of lights and headed to the bathroom. I'd worn some costume makeup and it was starting to drive me nuts.

"Make yourself comfortable, I need to wash this stuff off" I said over my shoulder. I indicated where the guest bathroom was in case she needed it.

I kicked off my boots and stripped off the shirt to my costume and tossed it in a chair. I went in the bath and washed up, returning to the living room in only a couple of minutes wearing just my pants. Callie was still standing, just looking around. She'd kicked off her sandals I saw, making her look even shorter than before.

"Very nice place you have" she said, not knowing what else to say I suspect.

In silence I walked over to her and grabbed her. Not roughly, but not gently either. I kissed her hard on the mouth. She was very responsive. Quickly her hands were caressing my chest and our tongues were dueling in each other's mouth. We stayed locked in our embrace for a long time. When we finally broke we were both breathing hard. I was unquestionably getting very worked up.

I moved her to arms length and undid the rope belt that was cinched at her waist. With that gone her costume was nothing more than a flimsy cloth shift that hung from her shoulders. I reached down and grabbed the bottom of it slowly raising it upward.

She smiled at me as she raised her arms over her head to facilitate its removal. She'd evidently taken the end of any teasing agreement to heart, which was good. My eyes followed the hem from her thighs, up over her hips. Her stomach was flat and hard, but I already knew that. And as the dress exposed her chest I got my first glimpse of her large dark nipples. Her tits were, if anything, even more spectacular than I'd imagined. 

She was left with just a white lace thong, which I hooked with my thumbs and slid down those fantastic legs, at which point I learned one more thing. She had a totally bald, and quite beautiful cunt

She is an astounding, sexy broad. Positively made for sex!

I dropped the material behind her and grabbed her ass, one cheek in each hand, pulling her to me and our mouths devoured each other again. Her massive bare tits pressing against my naked skin for the first time. Once more we held our embrace for a long while. 

I released her ass and slid my hands upwards around her hips and over her flat stomach on their way to her tits. Not breaking the kiss just yet, I started kneading her tit flesh and rubbing her already hard nipples. She started to moan into my lips.

Finally I pulled my tongue from her mouth and started licking one nipple while continuing to tweak the other. Her moans increased. 

Slowly the licking turned to nibbling, the tweaking to pinching. Still the moans increased. Her nipples had become little steel nubs that stuck out nicely from the middle of the dark areolas. I would alternate, mouth to one, hand to the other. Each time I switched I increased the pressure which I applied. After several cycles I was biting and pinching rather hard.

Her moans continued, while there was a bit of a catch in her breath, the sounds were still those of sexual excitement and pleasure. Just before I moved on to the next part of my plan I pinched one and bit the other HARD. She yelped, as much in surprise as pain, but it certainly had to hurt. I didn't hold it though, just applied the assault to her nipples for an instant.

As I looked back at her face I saw a turmoil of emotion. Lust to be sure. Excitement. And still a measure of fear at the unknown of what was to come. 

I knew the next few minutes would be crucial. 

"Remove my pants" I ordered.

Her mouth turned up as she complied and slid them down my legs and held them for me to step out of. 

"Now my boxers" I continued.

She quickly complied and as she lowered them exposing my cock for the first time, her face was near at the level of my crotch. I smiled at her reaction, one I've experienced many times.

She gasped, as if seeing something she didn't quite comprehend.

"My God! I felt you were large when we danced, and just now as we embraced, but I had no idea! It's so BIG!" she almost panted. 

I was semi-erect. I suspected she didn't realize I wasn't fully hard yet, but I knew it had more to grow. About two more inches and it would swell more too, and get even harder.

"Touch it, it isn't completely hard yet" I instructed.

She hesitated, out of disbelieve I imagine.

I repeated, "Touch it, I said!"

She did. Gently, as if it were fragile. She ran her fingertips from the base to the tip. She used one hand to cup my balls and began to feel the large mushroom head. I couldn't help it, it was my turn to moan. That was all the encouragement she needed. She began to stroke it with both hands, slowly and sensuously, as it continued to expand. 

"My God!" she exclaimed in a whisper, "It's amazing. It's beautiful!"

She was enthralled. I'd experienced it before. 

"Now lick it!" I directed.

There was no hesitation, she added her tongue to the experience. Licking up the shaft, around the head, over my balls, then repeating it. The second time she licked right around the corona and then treated the darkening head as if it were an ice cream cone.

I couldn't help but shudder. She immediately did it again, clearly pleased at the reaction she had caused.

I needed to move forward, I was in such a state I wasn't going to last long under her ministration. Normally, I have excellent staying power and control, but this first time with this beauty and the extreme erotic atmosphere of it all was not going to allow me the control I wanted just then.

"Suck it, take it in your mouth and suck it!" I demanded.

She whimpered, then spoke, "God Scott, I can't. It's too big!"

"You are going to take it in your mouth and suck until I cum!" I said loud and stern.

She looked up at me with total lust, "Really, I don't think I can!" she said with a quiver in her voice.

"You have me so turned on I couldn't last long in your cunt right now. The first time I fuck you I'm going to do it long and hard. So much so that you squeal! Now suck the cum out of my cock before I ram it down your throat!" I nearly yelled. This was going to be the moment of truth.

And then she placed it to her lips and started to engulf the head. She had trouble at first, just barely able to get her lips over the end of it. But she kept trying, and stroking, and soon she had the entire head in her mouth. She licked and pumped and it felt fucking wonderful, even though almost none of the shaft was inside her lips.

After a minute or so she was able to take a little more so that an inch or two of the shaft was inside her mouth. I could feel the head against the back of her mouth, she was struggling, but clearly dedicated to the task. It was all I could do to resist grabbing her head and fucking her mouth brutally.

I was moaning and couldn't help thrusting my hips, but I let her control the pace and depth as much as I could. Finally she slipped her tongue under the head and licked that spot right where the cleft joins the shaft. That was too much!

"FUCK! I'm going to cum!" I warned her.

She didn't let up.

In another instant we could both feel my cock start to spasm. I could tell she was about to pull away. I grabbed her head and held it on my cock, not shoving any deeper, but not letting her pull off either.

"SWALLOW!" I roared.

There was a garbled noise that came from her throat, but I wouldn't relent.

"SWALLOW!" I howled again. 

And then it began. My balls contracted and the first glob of cum erupted from the tip of my cock. I felt her choke but still I held her head tightly.

"SWALLOW!" I yelled yet again.

And swallow she did. She began to suck and swallow for all she was worth. Shot after shot of thick cum filled her mouth and she gulped and sucked as best she could, managing to control the choking and gagging. 

The sensation was extraordinary. The force of my orgasm, the feeling of her mouth, and especially the powerful feeling of knowing I had conquered this sexual animal, were all positively narcotic. 

Finally the contractions stopped and I released her head. She was gasping for air and choking slightly. Cum was running down her chin, but she'd managed to swallow most of it. She may never have had one that big in her mouth before, but this girl was no stranger to cocksucking!

I was barely able to stand.

I finally sagged into a chair.

"That was fantastic!" I exclaimed.

I was rewarded with a smile of pride. She more or less crawled to where I was and draped herself over me. 

"That was incredible, I've never experienced anything like that in my life!" she said.

After another moment she spoke softly, "Was that the lesson you were going to teach me?"

"No, that comes next, while I recover enough to fuck you senseless!" I said still catching my breath. 

She got that look of fear and lust combined, again.

As I continued to recover I started to fondle and play with her breasts. Then for the first time I touched her cunt. She shivered. She was sopping wet, as I'd expected. I persisted for a few more minutes, getting her even more worked up for what was still to come. 

I decided it was time. I went into the bedroom to get a couple of things. When I returned holding them she looked apprehensive to say the least.

"Stand up" was all I said.

She did.

"Hold your hands out"

Again she complied in silence.

I attached a pair of cuffs to her wrists. Without any delay I led her to a part of the room where a plant hung. I took it off the ceiling hook and set it aside.

"Raise your arms," I said firmly.

She hesitated, but after only a few seconds slowly lifted her hands over her head. I attached the cuffs to the hook. She had enough slack to move slightly and could stand flatfooted, but wasn't going anywhere until I released her. 

Without a sound I began to tweak and pull on her nipples. Not hard enough to hurt, yet, just enough to get her moaning again. I kept it up until she was squirming, then paid some attention to her wet snatch. I slipped a finger deep inside her searching for her G spot, which I easily found. I was rubbing it as my thumb stroked her clit. She was positively gushing juices by then. 

It didn't take long before she was wantonly thrusting her hips trying to increase the stimulation on her clit. I made sure to keep the pressure light and frustrating. I had no intent of letting her cum before I buried my cock balls deep inside her, but I wanted her frustratingly close.

I could feel my cock starting to swell slightly. I was very fortunate in that my recovery time between cumming and being able to get fully hard again was usually quite short, but after cumming recently, my staying ability was extraordinary. I really did intend to do as I'd told her and fuck her long and hard. I wanted her to know she'd been royally fucked when I was through. If she could walk normally in the morning, I'd have fallen short of my goal. 

When I figured she'd cum with much more stimulation I pulled my hand away. She groaned loudly. Her eyes were glazed.

"You see now that it's not nice to be teased" I chuckled as I started to pinch her nipples again. 

"Oh GOD Scott, please make me cum!" she pleaded.

"Oh no sweetheart, you have a very long way to go before that!" I teased.

"You still have an important lesson to learn!" I continued. 

"I've learned my lesson, really!" she moaned.

"Oh no, this pretty ass of yours, that you so love to grind into guy's crotches needs a little object lesson too!" I laughed as I move around behind her.

And with that I started to slap her ass. I'd decided not to give her a safe word because I figured with no experience at this, she'd use it before she'd had the full experience I felt she needed. I trusted myself to be able to tell how far I could go.

At first I was barely even slapping her, more like patting. After the first few she started to moan again. Certainly not in any pain or even discomfort. I kept it up, moving around so that I was covering both cheeks. After a while the skin was starting to barely get pink. As time went on I very slowly increased the strength of my strokes.

Soon the slapping noise had increased and I was sure she could feel a bit of sting, though she was moaning even more than before. Once her ass was nice and pink all over, and quite sensitive I was sure, I really stepped it up. Slapping her hard enough to leave handprints.

Now she was moaning but there was a mixture of 'OWs' in there as well. She was also starting to squirm and dance around a bit. That's when I really turned up the heat.

Now I was slapping hard, really hard. It was stinging my hand so I knew what it must feel like on her ass. In fact her ass was getting quite red, and also warm to the touch. 

"Scott, stop! That hurts. It REALLY hurts!" she was getting quite vocal.

I didn't ease up one bit, in fact while I didn't hit her any harder I was raining the blows down even faster.

"GOD Scott, PLEASE! It hurts, PLEASE STOP" she begged as she jumped around trying ineffectively to avoid the blows.

"NO MORE, PLEASE! OH PLEASE!" she wailed, clearly in real pain now.

I continued just a minute longer and then stopped.

Her breathing was raspy, her eyes watery, but she hadn't actually cried.

Menacingly I moved in front of her and nearly nose-to-nose I growled, "Maybe next time you want to wiggle that ass against some poor aching cock, you'll think twice. If I ever catch you doing it again it will be the belt next time!"

"And the way you show off and jiggle these tits. Rub them up against a man. They need a little lesson too!" I sneered. 

Her eyes went wide as the realization of my meaning sunk in.

"No! Not that! Please anything but that!" she cried out.

I hefted the left one in my left hand and smartly brought my right hand down catching the top and most of the nipple.

She let out a scream.

I applied two more to her left tit before switching to her right and giving it the same treatment. Since I didn't intend to give her very many, they were hard stinging blows right from the get go.

She was screaming, but nothing coherent and tears were streaming down her cheeks by the time I stopped. Her chest was heaving with labored breathing. The whole thing had turned me on so much, I was hard already and ready to bury my cock in her hot little box.

I looked in her eyes and in an even voice asked, "Have you learned your lesson?"

Still sobbing she just nodded her head up and down.

"If I stop now and untie you will you behave?" I asked in the same voice.

Her breathing was becoming more regular and she'd stopped sobbing.

"YES, OH YES, I promise!" was her quick reply.

Then with a slight grin I went on to what would be the most critical part of the night, "Are you ready to get fucked now?"

I held my breath, believing, but not certain, that I knew how she'd respond.

A small grin came to her face and she simply nodded yes.

I quickly undid her and swept her up in my arms, carrying her into the bedroom and laying her gently on the bed. I wasted no time in crawling up between her legs and slipping a finger in her lovely twat. As I'd hoped, she was absolutely drenched.

She instantly began moaning loudly, all attention to her tits and ass temporarily forgotten. 

I fingered her clit a little before guiding my throbbing cock to her hole. She was so fucking wet I just pushed steadily and was balls deep inside her with a single stroke. At that point I started to stroke in and out quickly building speed.

"Oh GOD! Oh GOD! FUCK ME, SCOTT, PLEASE FUCK ME!" she wailed.

Naturally I was all too pleased to oblige.

It couldn't have been more than a minute before she came the first time, screaming out as her whole body shuddered and her cunt pulsed around my cock. It felt like she was milking me, but I knew I could keep it up for quite a while before I'd cum myself. 

I just kept fucking her harder and faster. As soon as her first orgasm passed she started fucking back too! I swear she had an orgasm about every two minutes. She was getting looser and looser and I was pounding hard and fast.

"Yes, Oh FUCK YES!" she kept yelling over and over in between cumming.

Sweat was pouring from my body with the effort, as it was from hers. I kept fucking and fucking and she kept cumming and cumming, each one seemingly stronger than the last. She was shaking so hard when she came that her tits were wobbling like big mounds of Jell-O.

I swear we fucked like that for a solid 30 minutes before I felt it start! It didn't start in my balls, it started in my toes. I felt a flush creep up my legs and into my groin, and then with a primal scream I started to pump what felt like quarts of cum deep inside her cunt.

I kept pounding away and she started to cum again too. Without question it was the most violent orgasm of them all. She started to tremble and then shake and finally she nearly bucked me off she was cumming so hard.

Finally when we had both stopped cumming, which seemed like it lasted for a minute or more, I collapsed half on top and half beside her, trying not to crush the air out of her. My cock was still buried deep inside her spasming cunt. Both of us were gasping for air as if we'd each just run a marathon, which in a way, we had.

She was like a rag doll, fully spent. I was nearly the same. I figured she must have cum at least ten times.

At last we'd both started to breath normally and our hearts had stopped pounding. I pulled the covers over us and we were asleep almost instantly, my semi hard cock still inside her.

I woke in the morning, having slept like a log through the entire night. As I opened my eyes and gather in the sight of Callie, the memories of the night before came flooding in. She had been one of, if not THE best fucks I'd ever had. For a first time it was extraordinary to be sure.

I watched her sleep, the sheet covering her large breasts, rising and falling with her even breathing. She was unquestionably one of those rare women who looks fantastic first thing in the morning. I began to formulate my plans for the morning. I intended a little more action before taking her back to pick up her car.

I slipped out of bed quietly and went into the guest bath, so I wouldn't wake her. When done there I slipped into the kitchen to put on the coffee. I got out some equipment and toys I planned to use on her.

I was about half way through my first cup when she appeared, wearing one of the terrycloth robes that hangs on the back of my bathroom door. Even wrapped up in an amorphous, oversized robe she looked astoundingly sexy.

"Good morning, coffee?" I said lightly with a smile.

She returned the smile as she slid across the floor in my direction.

"Good morning yourself! No thanks, I never acquired the taste" she replied.

"I might have some tea?" I offered.

"No that's okay" she said.

By that time she'd reached where I was leaning against the counter. She wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a major lip lock on me.

When she withdrew, she said in a slightly husky voice, "I've NEVER been fucked like that in my life!"




Costume Party Ch. 02



I laughed, "I thought it was exceptional myself!"

I figured, what the Hell, go for it now. Better to keep her off balance.

"Okay then, I guess it's time for your final lesson!" I added with a somewhat evil grin.

"What lesson would that be?" she asked very guardedly.

"Just trust me, you'll see soon enough" was all I said.

"Trust YOU?" she giggled, but took my hand when I offered it and let me lead her into the other room. 

I believed I'd unlocked something deep inside her the night before, the fact that she didn't even appear to hesitate about whatever I had in mind was confirmation.

Sitting in the middle of the floor was a device I'd made that I call a horse. It is basically a well-padded sawhorse, which has a top about four inches wide. Her eyes went wide when she saw it, as its purpose is pretty obvious. However, she still didn't resist as I led her over to it and removed the robe.

"Lay over the top of it" I instructed.

As she did I fastened her ankles securely to one set of legs and her wrists to the other. I adjusted the straps and cuffs so she was quite immobile. The final touch was to fasten a belt around the small of her back so she could hardly move at all.

In this position her ass and pussy were fully exposed and available, her tits hung on either side of the thing, and her head dangled off the end. 

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Costume Party Ch. 03



The following totally fictitious writings and are intended for the sole readership of those of LEGAL AGE. The ADULT ONLY material contained within is also for personal use only where local standards permit scenes of violence and sex. Please do not read further if any of these subjects offend, or if you are not of legal age.

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I stood behind her and started to finger her pussy and rub her clit. To my pleasure, I found her already quite wet in anticipation of whatever was going to come. It was only a very short time before she was again moaning with pleasure. I got her good and worked up before I stopped.

As I pulled my fingers out of her she let out an involuntary groan. 

"Now sweetheart, I'm going to give you a little challenge. I'm going to feed you my cock" I began explaining as I removed my sweats.

"Your goal is to take the entire length down your throat!"

"You know I can't do that! You'll choke me to death!" she yelled.

"Shhh, I think you can, but to encourage you, I'm going to give you an incentive. If you are successful, I'll turn you loose and we can spend the rest of our time together however you please. But! if you aren't, then I'm going to put my cock in the other end! And if I do that, I'm not just going to stick it in and then take it out, I'm going to fuck your ass until I cum" I said rather evilly.

"NO! You can't! You'd tear me apart, besides, I've nev. . ." she stopped abruptly, but it was too late.

She'd realized that letting me know she was an anal virgin was a bad idea, but it had slipped out before she could stop in time.

"Wow, I might just get your anal cherry, huh?" I chuckled.

She didn't respond. 

"Well, in that case, maybe we should loosen you up a little first, just in case!" I went on.

I'd intended to do this all along, but used her 'virginity' as an excuse. I picked up some lube and a medium sized butt plug that I'd laid out, but she couldn't see exactly what I had. The plug was only about half as thick as me and not all that long, but it would in fact serve to loosen her up some. I had no doubt she was not going to 'win' this challenge and that shortly I'd be replacing the butt plug with my throbbing cock.

I moved behind her again and lubed up a couple of fingers. I started working on her rosebud with just the tip of one. I could feel her tense, but in spite of herself, after a couple of minutes she started to moan softly. She was every bit the slut I thought!

Slowly and gently I worked the finger inside her, twisting it and sliding it in and out. Then I added a second finger and did the same thing until I had two fingers clear up to the knuckle in her tush. Finally I pulled them out and took the plug. After a liberal application of lube I placed the tip at the opening of her ass and just held it there.

I could see her whole body tense.

"Relax" I said soothingly.

I continued to just hold it in place, not exerting any pressure. 

"Relax," I repeated, "It will hurt a lot less if you do!"

I could tell she was trying. Once she managed to make some progress I started to apply the slightest bit of pressure. 

"Relax," I said yet again as I pushed a bit harder. The plug disappeared about two inches, the widest part approaching her stretching asshole.

"OW! OW! Please stop!" she whined.

"Relax, or I'm just going to ram it home!" I said forcefully while still keeping a nice steady pressure on it.

Once again she worked very hard at relaxing, as she did the plug started to slide deeper and deeper. Finally as the widest part was stretching her sphincter it popped into place and the base smacked against her ass.

"AHHG!" she yelled, but it was now firmly imbedded in her.

I tapped on it lightly, chuckling.

She grunted. 

"PLEASE Scott, it hurts! Take it out, PLEASE," She begged.

So far, while I'd treated her a bit roughly, I hadn't given her the mean treatment. If I was going to achieve what I wanted, it was time.

"Too fucking bad! If you think that hurts, wait until I started pounding in and out of there. Now you really have a reason to get my whole cock down your throat, don't you?" I barked.

She sniffled a few times, but didn't say anything.

I moved to her head, "Open wide"!"

"Please, PLEASE don't do this!" she begged again.

"Look, do you want to try or shall I just pull out the butt plug and replace it with my cock right now?" I asked menacingly. 

"NO!" she shouted, "I'll try!"

"Then open up" I said

She did, as wide as she could.

Slowly I began to push my cock in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged almost obscenely as the fat cock head filled her mouth. Still slowly, but steadily I fed her more and more until I felt the tip reach the entrance to her throat. I paused for a moment, letting her get use to that much. It was already more than she'd taken the night before.

"Okay, here we go!" I warned.

And very slowly I started to stuff even more cock in her. I could sense she was trying to pull away, but it was hopeless the way I had her secured. Bit by bit I inserted more cock, a fraction of an inch at a time. I felt her start to gag and pulled back ever so slightly. She still had only about half of the whole thing. She was never going to make it I knew. 

"Okay, here is some more" I told her as I started to push again.

I got about another half inch in before she started to gag again. She tried to control it, but I kept pushing this time. It was too much, she was seriously gagging now. I waited a couple of seconds and then pulled all the way out.

She coughed and choked and gasped for air.

Without really giving her time to recover I started to move behind her, "Well, I guess I'm just going to have to fuck you in the ass after all!"

This entire situation was turning me on tremendously. I genuinely hoped she was going to want to do as much more of this in the future as I was. I'd know soon enough.

"NO! NO WAIT!" she screamed, "let me try again, please! PLEASE!"

She was really scared about me fucking her up the ass. Good!

More kindly than I'd been for quiet a few minutes I said, "Okay, rest a minute and you can try once more."

I walked away for a couple of minutes with a raging hard on while she recovered.

Finally I came back and still softly asked, "Ready?"

She just nodded her head.

I pressed my cock softly against her lips and let her open at her own pace, which she quickly did. 

"Just grunt when you want me to stop, and again when you want more, but I'm not pulling back this time. I'll go slow, honest!" I said, wanting to give her a chance that I knew wouldn't matter, but I was hopeful that in the future she might get as talented at this as two other women I could think of. She certainly was off to a good start.

Slowly but surely I inserted my cock between her lips until the head was approaching her throat again. She grunted. I stopped. I heard her take some deep breaths through her nose, her mouth was far too full to breath that way, and then I felt her relax a bit.

After a moment she grunted again. I started to feed her more cock. When the very tip of my cock started to enter her throat she grunted once more. As I'd told her, I stopped, but didn't pull back at all. I could feel her throat having little spasms, but she managed it and after a long pause she grunted once more.

I went very slow, loading more and more cock between her lips, a millimeter at a time now. I was deeper than ever before, more than half of my cock had disappeared between those luscious lips, but there was still a lot of meat to go. Suddenly she had a major gag. Even though she really hadn't grunted I stopped, but I still wouldn't withdraw one little bit.

I could sense her trying to get control of her gag reflex. She was swallowing and breathing fast and furious through her nose. I stood motionless, but the sensations on my cock were quite astonishing. I'm not sure I'd ever felt anything quite like it. I wanted so much to jam the whole thing down her throat and cum! But I restrained myself, with much difficulty I'll admit. 

Just as I thought she might actually be able to take even more she started to gag violently. I waited just long enough to know she was truly in distress before swiftly removing my man meat from her mouth.

She continued to gag and cough and actually wretched a bit, but other than coughing for a while she was okay.

I gave her almost no time at all to recover before switching back to my 'mean mode'. Long ago I'd learned that keeping a sub off balance, especially a newbie, was critical to success. Besides, it made me hot as Hell. That would actually work to her advantage when I started to fuck her ass, because I'd cum more quickly and the less time in her chute, the better. From her perspective at least!

She'd actually managed to take around eight inches, not at all a bad effort. I knew she had some significant experience with cocks in her mouth! I was confident that given the chance, we could get the whole thing down her gullet. I was certainly looking forward to practicing. 

I bent down and gently turned her head to the side. I planted a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"That was a very good effort baby. Maybe next time you'll get it all, but for now, I guess I have to put it somewhere else that's warm!" I said softly, but with a very evil overtone.

"NO! OH GOD, NO! PLEASE SCOTT! You'll tear me apart, you know you will!" she shrieked.

In my most soothing voice I said, "Not if you cooperate. I'm going to do this, but if you behave, you'll be able to stand it. Oh, it will hurt like Hell, but you'll get through it if you do what I tell you!"

Evidently resigned she said, "Okay, what do I do?"

"Just listen and do what I tell you!" I said firmly.

Since I hadn't, and wasn't going to, give her a safe word, I'd have to be careful. After all, I enjoy feeling the fear and pain of the woman. I'm definitely sadistic at times, but I'm not an animal, or worse a rapist!

She'd have a safe word, without knowing it. It would be up to me to tell if she'd used it. 

"First" I said unkindly, "I'm going to help you by giving you something to distract you from the pain"

And with that I went to the table and retrieved the nipple clamps I'd left there. They weren't particularly nasty, but they would be quite effective, especially when she moved, once I'd attached the weights on springs. I attached the clamps and then quickly hung the weights. 

"FUCK! Oh GOD those hurt!" she roared.

"Shh! You'll get use to them soon. And they will help, believe me. Now remember! LISTEN and do what I tell you!" I commanded.

There was NO WAY this wouldn't hurt like Hell, especially given that it was her first time. I hoped that the fear would do what it was intended to do. I also hoped that the eroticism would come through for her too! It was time to find out.

I moved behind her for real this time, and began to play with her pussy. I worked a couple of fingers in and out being sure to apply pressure to her clit as well. I found her G spot again and kept rubbing right over it. She was starting to squirm and moan with delight. 

I kept it up until she was flooding my hand with her cunt juice. Without stopping, I grasped the base of the plug with the other.

"Take a deep breath. Let it out, and relax as much as you can!" I instructed.

She did exactly as I'd told her. That was a good sign. I smoothly and quickly extracted the plug.

"Oh shit!" she moaned.

I reached over and poured a large amount of lube on the fingers of my right hand and started to work two into her asshole before it had completely tighten up after the removal of the plug. My left hand went back to her cunt. 

I was getting her thoroughly worked up as well as assuring her ass was well lubricated. If this was going to have any chance of working I couldn't under do the amount of lube in her ass.

It was time. I poured lube on my cock until it was dripping off onto the floor then placed the head against her opening. I felt her tense again.

"Now, RELAX! We can do this baby. I promise I'll go real slow, as long as you do what I tell you. Take deep breaths. Pant if it gets real hard, but not for too long or you'll get light headed" I said, wanting her to get through this.

She groaned again but said nothing. She nodded yes and I began to push. There was no point in going too slow until I at least had the entire head inside her. I kept up the pressure and watched the rather erotic sight of her asshole stretching around my cock head. It took a while but soon the thickest part of the head reached her anus and the skin enveloped the whole thing.

"Ow, oh OW!" she cried and started to pant like I'd told her.

I stopped and stroked her ass gently.

"You're doing real good sweetheart, just stay relaxed," I said softly.

She stopped panting after a little while and was taking deep breaths. Some of the tension went out of her so I pressed on, but slowly. I was able to very slowly keep pushing and burying more and more cock inside her. I had about eight inches in when I felt her tense up again.

"GOD SCOTT, It hurts soo bad! I don't think I can do this! PLEASE!" she yelled.

The fact that she hadn't actually asked me to stop or pull out was not lost on me. I stopped moving.

"Pant!" I said firmly.

She did.

While she was doing that I said, "Baby, you're doing great. We're almost there, just a little bit more!"

It wasn't quite true, but I figured she could use the encouragement. Then I decided to go for broke.

I leaned over her and whispered, "You can do this baby. You WANT to do this, don't you?" 

She stopped panting and went back to taking real deep breaths. At the same time she responded.

She nodded her head and even got out a "Uh hum"

Her reaction thrilled me, so much that I swear I felt my cock swell even more. We were absolutely going to finish this now! I was so cranked up that it was not going to take long to pump my load in her once I was able to start stroking, which was a good thing all the way around. 

I still had the bottle of lube in my hand and I poured so much more over the part of the shaft that was still exposed that it ran off. I dropped the bottle to the floor. Then I started to push. Harder and more steadily than before. I needed to get all the way in her so we could both move on.

"OW GOD!" she cried out, but nothing more.

It didn't take long until I was touching her ass and my balls were pressed up against her. Once more I started to gently stroke her ass cheeks.

"Good girl! I'm all the way in. Now pant one more time and really relax, then I'm going to start to stroke" I said.

Again she did what I told her.

I gave her a minute to adjust and then moved to the next phase.

"Here we go baby, keep relaxed!" I advised her.

I started to pump. Very slow, short strokes at first, but with almost every one I increased the length and speed a small degree. It wasn't long before I had worked up to a pretty good pace and stroking about half of my cock in and out of her ass on each stroke. I intended to maintain at that level, though I was going balls deep on every stroke.

She was groaning and grunting unintelligibly, but was obviously in pain. She was taking it however. We were almost there.

I was quickly approaching my release. I bent over her a little more so I could reach her clit. Griping it with my thumb and forefinger, I started to stroke it like it was a miniature cock.

A very different moan was added to her vocalizations. In spite of everything else I could feel her juices start to flow again and she was reacting to my hand.

At last I couldn't take anymore. The fact that I possessed this slut now, was clear. Between her stretched tunnel squeezing my cock so tightly and the fact that she was getting her ass reamed for the first time, and by the biggest cock she'd ever seen, yet was still getting turned on was such a mental orgasm that the physical one just couldn't hold off.

I felt my balls tighten and then it happened. My cock started to spasm and spew shot after shot of spunk deep inside her. It took all my concentration not to slam in and out deep and hard, but rather maintain the pace I had been. 

I kept working on her clit and once my own spasms had stopped and while leaving my cock buried all the way up her ass, increased the assault on her cunt. It didn't take long before the combination of reduced pain from the lack of stoking and my slowly deflating cock reducing the stretch of her insides, plus what I was doing to her sex had her cumming violently. 

She screamed out and her whole body convulsed, even though secured as she was she couldn't really move. She came and came and came as she screamed non-stop for God knows how long.

Once she was spent, I felt her body just sag over the horse as if all her bones had just been removed. Quickly I slid my cock from her ass and removed the nipple clamps. That caused a jerk and a different scream as the pain of the blood rushing back into her very tender nubs hit. With equal speed I undid all the restraints before her muscles knotted up.

One more time I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I set her on the bed and tossed a blanket over her. She was covered in sweat and her hair was plastered to her forehead. I gently brushed it aside and just looked at her gorgeous face.

I left her mewing softly as I went to the bathroom to clean up a bit myself. 

I pulled my sweats back on and went out to the living room after getting myself another cup of coffee and collecting the sports section from the morning paper. I sat back waiting to see what the aftermath of last 12 or so hours would be. It was hard to realize it HAD been little more than 12 hours since I first laid eyes on her.

It was over an hour before she appeared again. This time she wasn't wearing anything at all. The sight of her body caused a stir in me, even after all the things that had transpired. I set the paper and my cup aside as she approached me in silence. Without a word she sat in my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck and laid her head on my shoulder.

We just sat like that, holding each other for several minutes.

Finally I spoke, "You okay?"

There was no reply at first, then finally, "I'm not really sure."

Sitting up, she looked at me and simply asked, "Can I go take a shower?"

"Sure. There's shampoo, and everything else you should need in the cabinet over the toilet. You go get in and I'll bring in a fresh towel and set it on the seat" I said evenly.

Without further comment, she got up and headed to the bathroom. I sensed we were okay, but evidently that was still somewhat up in the air.

I gave her a minute and then fetched the towel. I also scrounged up some old cutoff sweatpants and a badly shrunken tee shirt. They'd both be way to big still but thought they might work. I laid them and a pair of tube socks on the bed.

I went in to the bathroom and put the towel on the toilet. With the steam and the frosted glass I could only see a sort of shadow form in the shower, still the word nymph came to mind. That and the word slut!

"Here's your towel. I put some old clothes on the bed that might work a little better than your costume" I called over the shower door.

No response.

I left her to her shower and went to the guest room to take a quick shower myself. I grabbed a quick shave too and went back to the bedroom. I could still hear her shower running. I pulled on some jeans and a sweatshirt and laced up a pair of running shoes. I went back to the paper.




Costume Party Ch. 03



It was quite a bit longer before she came out. She did look kind of funny in my old clothes, but even in them she was incredibly sexy. She looked significantly refreshed too.

She didn't sit.

"Scott, I think I should go now," she said directly in a very soft voice.

"Hungry?" I asked neutrally.

She just shook her head.

I wasn't going to drag this out if she'd decided to leave. I'd figure out soon enough where we stood.

"I'll go grab the car keys" I replied.

I went and got them and my wallet and was back in a flash. I got the front door for her and as I was locking it she started down the walk to the truck. I could see I'd been successful in at least one regard, she most definitely wasn't walking normally!

I opened the passenger door and helped her up.

We drove the few short minutes back to Henry's. When we got there the parking lot was pretty full. Being Sunday there would be a big crowd for the game. Henry's was a sports pub when he wasn't throwing a party. She pointed out which car was hers, but I had to park a ways from it.

Before I opened my door, I asked, "Can I call you?"

"Sure" she said unenthusiastically. 

It wasn't the time to make an issue out of it, I simply handed her a pad and a pencil. She wrote her phone number and handed it back.

I got out and came around to open her door. I helped her down and we walked to her car. She pushed the door lock button on her key chain and I helped her with that door too.

She got in and turned the key on then lowered the window.

I bent down and leaned in. My intent was obvious. She leaned toward me and we kissed. It wasn't an extremely passionate one, but it was certainly more than a peck.

"Scott?" she said.

"Yeah?" I responded.

"Please call," she said softly.

"Count on it!" I said trying not to be too enthusiastic but wanting it to show I was serious.

She smiled back, rolled up the window and drove off.

As I stood there I realized her reluctance that morning had been because she was afraid I'd view it as a one-night stand. It would turn in to a Hell of a lot more than that if I had anything to say about it. 

To be continued...

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Costume Party Ch. 04



The following totally fictitious writings and are intended for the sole readership of those of LEGAL AGE. The ADULT ONLY material contained within is also for personal use only where local standards permit scenes of violence and sex. Please do not read further if any of these subjects offend, or if you are not of legal age.

This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone violence of any sort.

The following is under Copyright and is for your sole enjoyment. Your cooperation in not using the material in any other application without the express permission of the author is requested. Thank you.

Once she pulled into the street and out of sight I turned and started walking, but not toward my truck, rather toward the front door of the bar. I had something to take care of. Being such a busy day, most of the staff would be on duty. I hoped who I was looking for was among them.

As I came through the door, I noticed the place was already filling up. I looked around and saw George before he saw me. I headed toward him. He turned toward me just as I got there.

"Hey man, thanks for last night!" I said reaching for his big paw and pumping it as well as slapping his right shoulder with my left hand.

"No problem! Fact I's the one should be thanking you. It's my job, keep peace 'round here. I seen what that guy was up to but you got der 'fore me. I's going throw his ass out anyway!" he laughed easily.

Then he added with a silly grin, "So, you have yourself some fun last night?"

I knew what he meant. I just laughed, "Yeah, it was an interesting evening!"

"I bet it was!" he laughed too.

"Is a waitress named Nina working today?" I asked him.

He nodded, "Yeah I seen her 'while 'go"

"How about Henry, where's he hiding?" I asked, knowing for sure he'd be there on a Sunday.

"Behind the bar" Henry gestured.

"Thanks man. You take care now, hear!" I said pleasantly.

George isn't the sharpest tack in the box, but he is a Hell of nice guy and staying on his good side only makes sense to me.

"Yeah, you too dude!" he said as he ambled toward the front door to check on something.

I scouted up Henry.

"Henry, thanks for the party last night. It was a good time!" I said, pretty sure he wouldn't know anything about the incident with Callie.

"Yeah, it worked out really well. Glad you could come this year" He replied.

Henry and I were associates, not really friends, but we got along well.

"Henry, which girl is Nina?" I asked.

"That redhead right over there" he said motioning to the far end of the bar.

"Could you seat me in her section, and one more thing. A favor. I'd like her to sit down for a couple of minutes, there's something I want to ask her," I said evenly.

"You got it, follow me" he said and walked off.

You may wonder why Henry didn't ask any questions. In the business he and I are in you learn 'need to know' real quick. You don't need to know, you don't ask!

He seated me at a table for two. Before he walked off he affably said, "Don't be a stranger!"

"I won't," I said with equal politeness, neither of us really caring one way or the other. 

I saw him go over to Nina and say something to her. She glanced at me and shrugged. When they parted she came over and sat down.

"Hi. I'm Scott. Ask you a question?" I said as friendly as could be.

Now Nina had that look of someone who'd had a hard life. The old expression, 'rode hard and put away wet' came to mind. She looked at me wearily.

"Shoot" was all she said.

Henry had obviously asked her to talk with me, that was good enough for a start.

No sense beating around the bush, "How do I get in touch with your friend Becky?"

Without batting an eyelash she levelly said, "So you're the asshole from last night."

It wasn't a question.

I wasn't going to get anywhere with this woman trying to bullshit.

I laughed softly, "Probably, yeah. Is that how she described me?"

Now it was Nina's turn to chuckle, "No, she actually said you were a nice guy, but she told me the story. Asshole is my opinion."

"Well, under the circumstances I'd say you're closer than she is, but I still want to get a hold of her. How?" I continued, unperturbed.

Then she surprised me, "I saw you talking to George when you came in. You friends?"

I had no idea what that was about, but like I said, if I wanted her to tell me about Becky I was going to have to shoot straight.

"We know each other pretty good. Friends might be pushing it though," I said.

"I'll be back. You want anything to eat or drink?" was her response.

"Just a diet Coke for now, maybe a sandwich later"

"Okay, you got it" and she stood and walked away.

I watched her head straight to George. They talked for a couple of minutes and she headed for the bar. George never even looked in my direction. It finally dawned on me that George was exactly the kind of person who someone like Nina would trust. She'd gotten his take on me. I was pretty sure that would be good, but you never know for sure. 

In a couple of minutes Nina returned with my drink and sat back down.

"So what is you want to know?" she asked without preamble.

I wasn't going to ask about her conversation with George, evidently I got a passing score.

"I don't even know her last name. I'd like her address and phone number too" I said flatly.

"Why?" was the one word response.

I'd anticipated some form of that question before I got what I was after. 

"Like I said, I tend to think your assessment is closer than hers. In any case I feel badly about what happened last night and I want to apologize. Please don't tell her, but I thought I'd send some flowers with a note and then follow up with a phone call. I'm really not a shit, it was just an odd situation," I explained.

I wasn't going to explain what caused it, but I thought candor was most likely to get me what I was after. Besides, it was all true. If I'd been Becky's friend, I would have thought I was a shit too!

She just nodded, "Her last name is Williams. I'll get you her number and address before you leave. Ready for food?"

That was that.

She stood and was back to being a waitress, pad in hand.

"Yeah, I'll have the French dip, salad with ranch, no fries" I answered.

She started to turn and get back to work.

"Nina! Thanks!" I added.

That actually got me a small smile. She may not have been real attractive, but I was willing to bet she was a damn good friend.

My food showed up shortly. I watched the first part of a game that was quickly becoming very one-sided while I ate. Nina brought the check and handed me a slip of paper with Becky's number and address. She asked if I wanted anything else. I told her no, but sincerely thanked her again. I got another smile. I had the impression they weren't bestowed on customers all that often. I put enough money on the table to cover the bill plus a VERY generous tip.

On my way out I waved to Henry and had a chance to exchange a short goodbye with George. 

I headed straight to a florist I knew to be open on Sundays. Roses seemed wrong somehow. I settle on a very nice, very expensive orchid arrangement. I hand wrote a short note of apology and signed it. 

That taken care of I went home and relaxed the rest of the day, had a simple dinner and went to bed early. It had been a long weekend and it promised to be a long week at work. I fell asleep thinking of two women, after not having had any of significance in my life for months. It had been quite a weekend indeed and the coming week would prove to be interesting, no doubt!

I'd decided to call Callie on Tuesday since I sensed an insecurity in her about whether I'd call at all. I figured I wait until Wednesday to call Becky.

"Hello"

"Callie, it's Scott. How are you?"

"I'm fine. It's good to hear from you!"

I breathed a bit easier.

"I called to see if we could get together this coming Saturday night. Maybe a movie and dinner"

Somehow, while it might have been what I had in mind, 'for some rough, hot sex' didn't seem like a good idea!

"I'd love to. Saturday works just fine."

"I prefer a movie then dinner. Okay by you?" I asked

"Sure"

"Anything in particular you've been wanting to see?"

"Well, I don't go to movies very often, but that new Tom Hanks' is supposed to be good."

"Okay, sounds good. It's playing everywhere so time shouldn't matter. How about I pick you up at 5:00, if we have time, we'll stop for a drink beforehand."

"Great!"

"I don't know your address?"

She gave it to me and we said our goodbyes.

One down, one to go. So far, so good.

Wednesday night I was frankly more anxious about the call I was going to make. I really didn't know what to expect. I certainly wouldn't blame her if she flat hung up on me, though I was pretty sure she had more class than that. Being the eternal optimist, I hadn't forgotten Nina's comment that she actually thought I was a nice guy.

In all honesty, I couldn't remember being this nervous about calling a member of the opposite sex since I was in high school.

"Hello"

"Becky?" I wasn't even sure she lived alone.

"Yes?"

"Hi, it's Scott"

PAUSE 

"Hi"

"You received the flowers I hope"

A bit warmer, "Yes, I did. They were beautiful. Thank you."

"Good, I hope you enjoy them. I'm calling to invite you to dinner."

"Scott, the flowers were enough of an apology, which wasn't really even necessary in the first place" she replied, still pretty neutral.

Remember, I'm in sales. I knew what came next was critical.

"Becky, the flowers were the apology, which in fact I definitely owe you. The dinner invitation is because I'd really like to see you again and get to know you better"

Hmm, I said to myself, you did that good, boy.

Another pause, longer this time.

"Well, that sounds nice, when?"

YES! I was screaming on the inside.

"Does Friday night work for you?"

"Actually, it does. What time?"

"I obviously have your address, how about I pick you up at 7:00?"

"Works for me, what should I wear?"

"Hmm, well, not your nurse's uniform"

That earned me a laugh, but I went on, "Let's go some place nice, I'll wear a coat and tie, does that give you enough to go on?"

I'm really bad at knowing what to say when a woman asks what to wear.

"That's fine. I'll see you Friday at 7:00. Thanks, I'm looking forward to it!"

"Me too. See you then."

And we hung up.

"Damn boy, you are on a serious roll", I said out loud, with a large grin on my face.

Thursday I worked my ass off so that I could knock off a bit early on Friday. It didn't work out quite the way I'd planned and I didn't get home until nearly 5:00 Friday afternoon. I'd planned on laying down for an hour, that was out now. I'd wanted to be well rested, just in case! However, I had the sense that nothing sexual would happen on a first date, especially after the previous encounter. Besides, after treating her so shabbily the first time I had every intent of being the perfect gentleman and showing her a great time. And yes, being a perfect gentleman is in my skill set, it just doesn't happen all that often!

I showered and shaved and got dressed. I put on my best slacks, a real nice dress shirt and topped it off with a silk jacket and tie. A pair of Italian tasseled loafers for shoes and I was ready to go. I checked out my outfit in the mirror and was satisfied I had the look I wanted. It dawned on me that I hadn't worked this hard to look good in a very long time. I decided not to even think about the why of that. Sometimes I can over analyze shit to death!

I still had a few minutes before I needed to leave so I paced back and forth for a couple of minutes and finally said to myself. 'For God's sake, get a grip!'

I headed to the garage, having decided to take my classic Porsche. I dearly love the thing, but hardly ever drive it, normally using the truck. I decided tonight was a good occasion to take it out for a spin.

I drove slowly because I had a few extra minutes and also because one of the reasons I don't drive the Porsche often is that I seem to get far fewer speeding tickets in the pickup. Funny about that. 

I had no trouble finding Becky's place and arrived just a couple of minutes after 7:00. I hadn't wanted to show up early, but didn't want to keep her waiting either. It was a townhouse in a rather upscale neighborhood, which I found a little surprising because I didn't imagine a nurse just starting out would make all that much money.

I rang the bell and only had to wait a few seconds for Becky to answer. I normally am pretty unflappable, but I simply wasn't prepared for what I saw when the door opened. I had been very wrong. This was not simply a somewhat attractive woman, she was absolutely stunning. She had a beautiful face and what I'd assessed as a lack of curves couldn't have been further off base. Oh she was tall and slender all right, but that nurse's outfit had certainly hidden a lot. The dress she had on, however, did not. It showed off a very ample amount of cleavage and was tight enough to show a very slender waist that gave way to nice round hips. The hem was fashionably above the knee, but not extreme, nevertheless as tall as she was there was plenty of leg to look at, and they were definitely worth a second look. Don't misunderstand, this was a very classy dress, but it was still very sexy too. My impression was that she was younger than I'd initially estimated too.

"Hi" she said simply.

I don't know how long I stood there with my mouth hanging open before I responded, but when I finally came to my senses I felt like an idiot.

"You look absolutely fantastic!" I managed at last.

"Why thank you. You sound surprised" she was grinning, obviously amused at me being quite so tongue-tied.

I regrouped and gathered my wits.

"No, not at all, it's just that your dress is quite a bit more flattering than your nurse's scrubs" I said, stretching the point a bit, but it didn't matter.

"Thanks, I'm glad you like it" she said with a great deal of poise.

I finally realized that the reason I'd so misjudged her looks the first time was of course the scrubs, but at the party she'd been wearing a lot of make up. I don't know if it was supposed to be part of the costume or what, but it had most certainly hidden her natural beauty.

"All ready?" I asked, back under control.

"Yup"

"Let's go," I said with a smile.

She locked the door and I took her arm as we headed to the car.

I closed her door and got in my side.

As I started to drive she asked, "What year?"

"'67, first year they made this particular model" I replied, wondering if she was into cars. In any case I was glad I hadn't brought the truck.

"It's in perfect condition. I really like it!" she said.

"Thanks, it's one of my little indulgences, so I try to take excellent care of it," I explained.

"You have a lot of those, indulgences that is?" she said mirthfully.

I glanced at her with a grin, "Actually not, so I tend to go overboard on the ones I do."

God was that an understatement.

To be continued...

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Costume Party Ch. 05



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We arrived at the restaurant just a few minutes early. I pulled up to the valet parking stand and got out. The kid helped Becky with her door. He looked about 16, though I'm sure he was older. He came around to get in and park the car. I had the keys in my hand, no way was I letting him drive my car.

"Where's Willie?" I asked him pleasantly. 

"Oh, he's here. I think he's taking a break. I'll get it for you" he said way too eagerly.

"Go get him. Please" I added as an afterthought.

I could tell he was disappointed, maybe even a little insulted, but you don't keep a job at this place by not catering to every whim of the customer. It was only a minute or so and Willie, a tall black man in a tux, came out the door.

"Scott! It's been a while!" he said with his patented smooth style.

"It has indeed. How's tricks?" I asked, tossing him the keys.

"Can't complain. I'll take good care of your baby" he joked with an easy smile.

"Thanks" 

And we headed to dinner. The doorman had the door before we got there. The hostess was waiting with menus and took us straight to the window table I'd requested. 

Once we were seated I asked Becky if she'd ever been to the place before. The name is Girard's. It's the original 'classy' place in town. In my opinion, and that of a lot of others, the best eatery we have. The food is exquisite, the atmosphere and service unsurpassed and the view of the lake is worth the price all by itself. That's why I asked for this specific table.

"No, I never have, but I've always wanted to. Is it as good as I've heard?" she said.

I sensed she was impressed, but by no means overwhelmed. She acted as if she was use to places like this. I figured she probably was. 

"I'm glad to be able to take you somewhere new then. I think it's that good, we'll see what you think" I replied.

By that time, of course, the maitre d' had arrived.

"Scott, so nice to see you again. Would you care for something to drink?" he asked, all style.

I didn't go there that often, maybe a couple of times a year, but I swear to God the man remembered the names of anyone who'd ever set foot in the place. It was a nice touch.

"Becky?" I still didn't know if she drank.

"I'll have a white Zin please," she ordered.

I personally am not a big wine drinker, though I do enjoy a nice glass on occasion, but have a thing about 'pink' wines. Oh well, to each her own. 

Instead I ordered my standard beer, "Heineken for me Peter"

"Very well" and he disappeared.

Moments later an Asian woman delivered two glasses. 

"Cheers!" I said, tipping my glass towards her.

"Cheers!" she repeated with a warm smile. 

We dined slowly, having several courses each. The food and service were as wonderful as always. The company was fantastic as well. She was extremely easy to talk to and we were getting along amazingly well.

I learned a great deal about her over the course of the evening. 

I'd been right earlier about her age. She'd only recently graduated from nursing school and was just 22. Seven years younger than me, and younger than most women I'd dated, but she was far more experienced and sophisticated than most women several years older.

She came from a very wealthy family. Her parents owned the townhouse and had let her live there while in school. She was staying on there while she got herself established in her career.

She admitted to a very limited social life. She'd been a bit of a tomboy when younger and a self avowed 'book worm nerd' in school. She'd certainly gone out some, but just hadn't ever met anyone to get serious about.

"In fact that party last week was the first time I've done anything in quite a while" she said.

"Well, since you've mentioned the party, I really feel bad about what happened!" I said, somewhat uneasily.

"Forget it, I have. Really! That's not why I brought it up. I'm just glad you tracked me down again" she said, clearly sincere.

"Thanks, me too!" I said with a big grin.

Neither of us ever mentioned the incident again.

We chatted on and on, the conversation flowing easily and covering just about everything. I don't remember the last time I got to know anyone so well in a single evening. 

By the time we finished desert it was a little after 10:00. I could hardly believe we'd been there three hours.

I paid the check and we headed to the door. Peter appeared and wished us well. The door opened as if it were the kind at the grocery store. It wasn't, of course, the doorman simply anticipated every customer's need.

Willie had the Porsche right in front, running and both doors open. He got mine and the young kid got Becky's. I gave him a large tip, as always.

"You have a nice evening and come back and see us soon!" he said.

"Thanks Willie, you take care" I replied.

And off we drove. We were back at Becky's house in just a few minutes, most of the trip driven in silence. We'd evidently already talked about nearly everything.

"So, what'd you think?" I asked, not fishing for a compliment.

"You were right, it's fantastic" she replied.

We pulled up in front of her place and I got her door and walked her to the house. She didn't invite me in, which I hadn't really expected to be honest. I held her and we had a very nice, but not overly steamy kiss.

"I had a great time Scott, thanks" she beamed.

"Me too! I'd like to see you again" I said.

"I'd like that. Give me a call," she said warmly.

"Count on it" I said happy with her reaction.

With that I was off.

It wasn't all that late for a Friday night, and even though I'd had a great time, maybe because of that, I didn't feel like going home to an empty house just yet. I headed over to Henry's for a nightcap and to see if I could catch the end of the game. When I got there the lot wasn't very full, so I parked well away from other cars. I tossed my tie and coat in the back and undid the top couple of buttons on my shirt. While I enjoy dressing up on occasion, ties just aren't me.

I walked through the door and glanced up at the big screen. The game had just ended and the good guys lost, again. Somewhat self-consciously I looked around to see if Nina was there. While it wouldn't have mattered, somehow I preferred that word didn't get back to Callie I'd gone to the bar after our date. I knew I was just being silly. In any case there was no sign of her and that red hair was hard to miss.

On the other hand, I most certainly didn't expect what I did see. Out on the dance floor was Callie. I wondered if she was with a date. I'm not at all the jealous or possessive type, and after all, I'd just come from a date myself, but I didn't want to go over and talk to her if she was. I decided I'd sit in a corner where I could watch her but not be seen until I figured out if she was with someone or not.

I ordered a cognac and sipped at it as I watched her dance. She was wearing a tight, short skirt and a skintight knit top. She looked VERY hot and I'm not talking about the temperature. As I watched for a while, it became clear she wasn't with anyone, at least not a date. She had danced with a different guy almost every song. Just like at the party the week before there was a large group clambering to be next. 

As I watched her, I started to laugh out loud. She was grinding herself against her dance partner every song and leaving each guy hot and bothered. I had never actually expected that she'd be cured of her teasing ways, even after last Saturday, but I was sure neither of us expected I'd catch her at it again, at least not so soon. 

I kept chuckling to myself as I watched. An idea started to form in my nasty little mind.

The DJ took a break and I saw her sit at a table alone. She had her back to me. A few different guys approached her and spoke. It was clear they each wanted to join her, but she evidently said no to them all. 

After a few minutes I could see that the DJ was about to head back to the booth, I decided now was the time. I got up and quickly walked across the room to her table. Approaching her from behind. Without saying anything I stepped around it and sat in the other chair. She looked up with an annoyed expression, but it quickly spread into a big grin.

"I certainly didn't expect to see you here tonight!" she said.

"Nor I you" I said smiling too.

"I was just on my way home and decided to stop for a nightcap," I explained, even though I didn't feel the need.

I wasn't going to waste any time.

"I see you didn't learn your lesson very well!" I said without smiling any longer.

First confusion, then apprehension clouded her face.

"Uh, how long have you been here?" she said, figuring where I was headed. 

"Plenty long enough to watch you wiggle that cute ass of yours against several different guys" I replied evenly.

Then without giving her time to react I continued, "I told you what was going to happen if I caught you doing that again. Looks like our date is going to start a little early. Let's go!"

With that I stood and reached for her arm, genuinely uncertain as to what her reaction was going to be. 

"OH God!" she exclaimed.

I took her by the arm, firmly but not roughly and put pressure on her to stand up. To my pleasant surprise she did exactly that. I guided her toward the door without another word and she moved without objection. We crossed the parking lot to my car. I opened the door and spoke for the first time since standing up.

"Get in!" 

Again she did as told, without hesitation or a sound.

I got in the car and started to drive.

Finally she spoke, "Wh, where are we going?"

"I think you know. I told you what would happen!" I said without emotion.

Again, "Oh God. Please no Scott" she whimpered.

I didn't respond.

When we got to my place I hit the garage remote and pulled inside. I came around and opened her door and again took her arm. I guided her into the house. The garage door enters onto a hallway right off the living room. 

Still in silence we entered the room. I released her arm and finally spoke again.

"Stand right there!"

I went to the closet and pulled out the horse.

It was as if she were hypnotized. I don't know if it was shock or what, but she was doing exactly what I said.

"Get undressed, now!"

This was going to be the final test. If she stripped then I knew she'd do whatever I said. Damned if she didn't start to pull off her top. I was now the one hypnotized. It had been less than a week, but it was as if I was seeing that magnificent body for the first time.

In a minute she was stark naked.

"Come over here" I ordered.

This time she didn't move, but I knew that she would.

"W, wh, what are you going to do?" she said shakily.

"Jesus! I know you aren't stupid! You know exactly what I'm going to do"

Pointing at the horse I barked loudly, "Over here! NOW!"

She started to walk.

"Lay over it!"

And again, she did.

Even as I was strapping her to it she started to beg, "Please Scott, don't do this! PLEASE DON'T!"

I ignored her. Once I had her secured, I went to the bedroom to get the belt I wanted. It was heavy leather and wide, designed for wearing with jeans. I was back in less than a minute.

I walked up behind her and started to rub her ass. After a minute I slid a finger down her crack and across her slit. I was very pleased, though not surprised, to find her juices flowing hard.

She knew I was about to beat her ass with a belt and she was getting very turned on. It was beyond doubt that I had unlocked the beast inside this beauty!

I kept playing with her pussy and teasing her clit until my hand was soaked and she was moaning and squirming as much as the restraints allowed.

I moved around in front of her and knelt down so I was looking her square in the eye. I put a hand under her chin and held her gaze.

"Listen to me, and listen good!"

I quickly explained safe words, and gave her my standard two. 'Yellow' for slow down, 'Red' for stop!

I ended with, "But I will be very, very disappointed if you use them!"

That, of course, wasn't true. In fact I intended to push her until she used her slow down word, so she'd learn from the experience, but I didn't want her to have to use 'Red'!

I moved behind her and picked up the belt. I laid it over her butt and slowly pulled it toward me until the end slipped off over her hip. Then I wound up and swung the belt hard, landing it squarely across the middle of both ass cheeks at once.

She screamed loudly! She wasn't prepared for the level of pain. No one ever is the first time.

I started into a steady rhythm, blow after blow, leaving little time between them. Some landing where others had before, some finding new flesh until her entire ass had turned a bright red. 

She continued to scream

"GOD! Scott! GOD IT HURTS!"

"OH GOD, IT HURTS TOO MUCH!"

"STOP! FOR GOD'S SAKE STOP!"

"OH PLEASE STOP!"

"SCOTT I CAN'T TAKE IT!!"

I hadn't counted but I must have landed about 15 to 20. I was actually somewhat surprised she was handling it as well as she was. I took very careful aim and not quite as hard as the earlier ones landed the strap exactly on the crease where her ass cheeks meet her thighs. As I'd planned, that did it!

She screamed louder than before, then after a second or two when the stinging really sunk in she yelled, "YELLOW! OH GOD YELLOW!"

I paused. I could hear her sobbing now. I think she thought I was finished. I wasn't

I swung again, not as hard and landing it on the fleshy part of her ass where it didn't hurt quite as much. I planned about five more, but I didn't want her to have to use her safe word again.

I told her so, "I don't want to hear you use your safe word again. I told you that makes me very unhappy!"

I paused much longer between each blow and they were significantly softer. I also avoided her thighs, which had received one or two of the earlier ones. I applied four more then dropped the belt.

I was unfastening the restraints before she realized I was done.

She just sobbed, hard.

Once undone, I took her in my arms and held her with her head against my chest. We just stood like that for a few minutes until the sobbing subsided. I reached down and tilted her face up and kissed her hard and passionately. She kissed back ferociously too.

When I finally broke the kiss, barely able to speak in a raspy voice she managed to croak, "Scott, take me to bed and fuck me, please!"

That was most certainly my exact intent, and she positively wasn't going to have to ask twice. As I had before, I swept her up in my arms and carried her into the bedroom, laying her on the bed and ripping my own clothes off as fast as I could.

I crawled on top of her and without preamble slid my cock inside her. She was so wet I just slid all the way in easily. Then we fucked! We fucked each other hard. It was pure, lusty sex. She started cumming almost immediately and had orgasm after orgasm. Soon they were coming so close together it was more like one big long one than separate ones. Her orgasms were far more intense and violent than the first time too.

I was so turned on that I didn't last very long. Certainly not nearly as long as the first fuck we'd had. Probably not more than five minutes. When I did cum I exploded. My whole body shook I came so hard. She continued to go from one orgasm to the next until I finally slumped down on the bed fully spent. 

I managed to roll half on my side and pull the covers over us. We quickly fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms with my cock still deep inside her.

I don't know what time it was, but during the middle of the night I woke to her small hand stoking my quickly hardening cock. Once I was fully erect she climbed on top and mounted me. It's one of my favorite positions. We fucked each other, but far more tenderly than before and with her doing most of the work. She still came several times, but not as explosively and they were clearly separate events. I lasted much long this time and when I finally started to buck up into her hard and cum, she came one last time.

Again we fell asleep with me deep in her cunt, but with her lying on top. We must have barely moved all night, because when I awoke again it was daylight out and Callie was still on top of me with my now soft cock still inside her, though obviously not nearly so deep as when we fell asleep. I didn't want to wake her, so I just lay there enjoying the feeling of my cock encased in her pussy.

After a while she woke. She tilted her head and looked at me, then smiled mischievously.

"Hmm," she purred.

Then the little minx did something amazing. She started to squeeze her pussy muscles and grip my cock.

"Lookie what I found" she whispered as she continued to massage my cock with her cunt.

"MMMM" I moaned, expressing how damn good it felt.

As she kept it up my cock started to grow inside her, it was a unique feeling. I couldn't imagine it was going to lead anywhere nonetheless. I underestimated the talent of that twat of hers. It took a while, but finally I was fully hard. She started to pump her hips. With my head on the pillow I could see her round ass globes rise and fall. It was quite an erotic sight and certainly was adding to my overall stimulation.

She was slowly and steadily fucking me. I chose to just lay back and let her do all the work and enjoy it. It took a while, but she reached her first climax. It wasn't earth shattering like the night before, but I could tell by the noises she was making that she was definitely enjoying it. 

I wasn't sure I was going to be able to get there, but it became an erroneous thought. After she came a second time, she started doing those muscle contractions with her cunt while continuing to pump my shaft with long slow strokes.

I couldn't help myself, I started moaning with pleasure. The sensation was fantastic. Watching her buns tighten and relax over and over was turning me on all the more. It wasn't much longer that I could feel my balls start boiling. Almost involuntarily I started to thrust up into her until finally we reached a climax simultaneously. The feeling of her pussy spasming around my cock just intensified my cumming all the more. It wasn't explosive, but the sensation of orgasm just waved through my entire body, and it lasted quite a while. 

After a few minutes she spoke softly, "Wow, that was pretty nice!"

"Pretty nice? I think it's all been amazing. You are one very sensual, sexy woman Callie!" I said meaning it.

She actually blushed, "Do you really think that?"

"Absolutely. As you get to know me better, you'll learn I don't bullshit people. I'll always tell it to you the way it is, even if I know you won't like the answer" I told her.

"I pretty much already figured that out about you" she said.

Then she went on, "Scott, can we talk about something?"

"Anytime, anything babe." I said easily "What's up?"

I sensed she was bothered about something.

"How about I go use the bathroom and then we go out in the living room? I don't want to talk about it in bed" she said, almost apologetically.

"That's fine. I'll go start the coffee you come out when you're ready. You want some tea, or maybe a hot chocolate?"




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Her eyes lit up, "Ooh, hot chocolate sounds wonderful. Can I borrow your robe again?"

"Of course, help yourself."

I grabbed my trusty old sweats and went to start the coffee. Once that was on I popped her chocolate in the micro and went to the guest room to take care of my morning needs.

A few minutes later we were sitting next to each other on the couch, drinks in hand. Damn that women looks good in the morning I thought to myself one more time.

"Scott, will there be times when we just make love, you know, like this morning without things like last night?" she said, clearly uneasy.

Well, I thought, that certainly sounds like she's planning on some kind of future, which certainly pleased me!

But as is my way, I will give straight answers, but often I take my own route to get there.

"Do you not like the rough stuff?" I asked.

She blinked, and blushed again, "I think you can tell it turns me on tremendously, very much to my surprise, and I certainly want to experiment and explore more, but I don't think that I want it part of every time we get together."

God, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven, but I managed to be cool.

"Callie, I know it probably hasn't shown yet, but I love gentle passionate love making too. Like this morning for instance. And while, sure I like the kinky stuff, I wouldn't want that to be all our relationship is about" I said sincerely.

She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me hard as she kissed my lips just as fiercely. 

"I'm so glad you feel that way!" she gushed.

"In fact, since we were going to get together tonight already, I was hoping we could just spend the rest of the weekend hanging around together, making love and getting to know each other better. Originally I was planning to take you out to dinner, but Chinese delivery and a movie at home sound even better now" I laid out.

"That sounds PERFECT!" she squealed and kissed me again.

With a twinkle in my eye I added, "As long as you behave, that is!"

Just as quick she snapped back, "Just don't take me to a bar then!"

We laughed together. It was going to be a great weekend. 

To be continued

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Costume Party Ch. 06



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We planned our day. I showered, shaved and dressed. We went to Henry's to get Callie's car, again, Drove to her house where she showered and dressed and picked up an overnight bag, stopped at a great New York style deli for lunch, the video store to rent a movie (I let her choose and she picked some chick flic that I imagined I wouldn't be all that interested in, but that would just free me up to concentrate on other things while the movie was on!) and were back at my place by the middle of the afternoon. 

Shortly after we got there Callie looked at me with a silly grin and said, "Scott, I think I need to practice something!"

She giggled at the confused look on my face, pleased with herself that she'd caught ME off balance.

"Well, I might want to try anal sex again, but I don't want to HAVE to do it!" she said, but she was clearly jerking my chain and had still had that silly grin.

She giggled even more as I looked even more puzzled. Suddenly the light went on, I'm usually quicker on the uptake than that. She was talking about the little 'challenge' I'd given her last time and promised to repeat.

"So what did you have in mind?" I asked with a big grin.

"Sit over here and I'll show you!" she said indicating a chair.

As soon as I did she came over and undid my pants and freed my cock from my underwear. She started to lick my cock and balls all over. As you can imagine, it didn't take long before I had yet another raging hard-on. 

She placed her lips over the end of my cock and after tickling my pee hole for a bit she started to engulf the whole thing. She easily got the head in her mouth this time and continued to lower her face over my pole. As I felt my cock reach her throat she paused and I could feel little spasms, but she didn't choke and she didn't pull back. After a minute to get use to it, she continued to lower her head and I felt my cock head start to enter her gullet. It was a very, very sexy experience. 

It took all my self control to keep from grabbing her head and stuffing the whole thing down her throat, but she was on a mission and I wanted to do my part to make this work. After all, the obvious goal was to be able to give me a balls deep blow job, I sure as Hell didn't want to fuck that up!

She took a little bit more, making it so she had about eight inches total, but of course that still left four to go, when she started to gag. She pulled back, but slowly, and got the gagging under control. She kept sliding it out of her mouth and I figured she was done, but when the head and a couple of inches were still in her she started back down again. This time even more quickly than the first. She barely paused at all when the tip hit the entrance to her throat, and she got maybe another inch in before the gagging got too much for her.

She raised her head again, and sadly this time she pulled all the way off, with a popping sound.

I couldn't believe how much she'd made me want to cum in just those two strokes, but the whole thing was just so fucking erotic! And frankly there is just something about a woman gagging on my cock that really turns me on!

She looked at me with those beautiful eyes and beaming smile and said, "I bet that made you want to cum in my mouth really bad!"

"Yes it did you fucking tease!" I said, but with a gentleness and smile that clearly indicated while I was serious, I wasn't about to retreat from our agreement.

This was her deal and I wasn't worried about being left frustrated, though cumming in her mouth did have a great deal of appeal at that particular moment.

As if reading my mind, she said, "Well, I don't want to be accused of misbehaving, so I guess I better finish what I started!"

She'd said it with what I can only describe as a shit-eating grin, though cum eating would be a more appropriate expression. And cum eating is what she did. 

She lowered herself over my cock again and started to slide up and down more and more rapidly. That woman can certainly suck cock. She was only taking about half of it, but it felt amazingly good and I was quickly building to explosion, even though I'd cum so much in the last day.

She could feel me start to tense and knew that my orgasm was imminent. To my great pleasure she redoubled her efforts. That did it, I started to cum and cum hard. I felt contraction after contraction in my very soul, but after the last day I didn't feel like the volume was huge. She kept sucking until I was so sensitive I finally grabbed her head and made her stop, but I did it gently.

She released me and looked up exactly at the moment my eyes fluttered open and I looked down at that pretty face. The smile on her face would've melted an iceberg in record time. There was a single drop of cum at the corner of her mouth, as I watched it started to slowly roll down the side of her chin. Damn it was sexy!

She looked me square in the eye and swallowed with a great deal of exaggeration! In spite of everything I still felt a twitch in my groin.

I reached down and taking her under the arms, pulled her up onto my lap. I kissed her deeply, sticking my tongue as far down her throat as I could. She returned in kind. I've never been one of those guys who is squeamish about kissing or even Frenching a woman who has just sucked me off. After all, what does that say about your appreciation for the act? I've always felt that if I were a woman and a guy did that, he would have seen his last blow job. Very much as if a woman was reluctant to kiss right after I used my tongue to make her cum, she'd damn sure never experience that again, in fact, she'd probably never see me again. 

"I know it wasn't perfect baby, but I'll get it. I'm going to keep practicing until I can give you the best blowjob you've ever had. I want to feel every inch of that lovely cock of yours down my throat!" she said with a big smile and obvious pride in how well she had done!

And not without reason. Other than Laura and Sonia, she'd given me what was without a doubt the very best BJ I'd ever had. Both of them had taken time to be able to do it really well, I had no doubt that Callie would accomplish her goal. I damn sure was willing to practice as much as it took!

"Baby, that was positively fantastic. But if it will make you happy, I'll let you practice however much you want!" I said without being able to keep from chuckling. 

It couldn't have been five minutes later that the little bitch showed me a bit of ulterior motive though. 

I have a very plush, thick sheepskin rug that sits in front of the fireplace. She striped off her clothes and laid back on it with her feet pointing at me. Spreading her legs very lewdly, she spoke in her huskiest, sexiest voice.

"Get over here and put that big cock inside me!"

Due to the size of my cock, I can usually work it into a woman's pussy even when it's fully soft, which it was right then, not that there is much occasion to do that. Especially if she's hot to trot, which Callie most certainly was at the time. And who was I to refuse a request of this hot bitch then!

I finished striping off my clothes and crawled on top of her. I worked my soft cock inside her. She looked up at me and grinned, and started massaging my tool with her cunt muscles again. MY GOD she is good at that. I couldn't believe it, but I started to harden.

Soon I was hard enough to start pumping her. 

"OH YEAH, THAT'S WHAT I WANT!" she cried out.

She started cumming immediately, and didn't stop the whole time I fucked her. One orgasm right after the next. Naturally, having cum so recently myself, I lasted a good, long time, which was exactly what Callie had planned on. We fucked for over 30 minutes before I finally deposited yet another load in that tight little pussy of hers. After which we both simply collapsed right on the floor and didn't move for a very long time. Frankly, I was exhausted. 

The rest of the weekend was far less rambunctious. We made, what I like to call, 'low key and gentle love' three more times before Sunday afternoon when I finally drove Callie home.

We agreed we'd each had one of the best weekends of our lives as we parted, but not before we'd already arrange to get together the following weekend.

I went back home and spent the rest of the day sprawled on the couch watching TV and dozing off and on. That woman had flat worn me out. 

I fixed myself an early, simple meal and decided to turn in. Almost as an afterthought I picked up the phone and called Becky. I told her what a great time I'd had on Friday (omitting the part about what happened AFTER I left her place of course!) and she assured me she too had enjoyed it immensely. I invited her to go out for pizza and a beer Wednesday night, which she enthusiastically accepted.

I cleaned up and turned in. It was especially early for me. I was exhausted. As I lay in bed falling asleep I reflected on what an amazing weekend I'd just had. I had begun a relationship with Becky, exactly what that was going to end up looking like I didn't know just yet, and cemented one with Callie. The later I did know about and smiled at the thought of how much good, hot sex I could expect with her.

Life was good! I was pretty sure I was going to be one busy guy for a while, but a very happy one at that. I'm sure I fell asleep with a big shit-eating grin on my face that probably lasted all night!

And so it went for the next few weeks. I got together with Callie almost every weekend, and though we didn't spend the night together each time, it was the norm. We always had great sex, but with one exception it was pretty vanilla. Oh, much to my pleasure Callie continued to work towards, as she called it, 'the perfect blowjob'. She was making progress, but wasn't quite there yet and still couldn't swallow my entire length.

In fact the one exception to vanilla sex had to do with one of her 'practice' sessions.

After doing her best to inhale my entire cock, Callie normally finished me off with a fantastic blowjob that covered only about half my total length, but on this particular occasion after trying several times she pulled off and stopped altogether.

She looked up at me and with a rather coy smile said, "Damn! I still can't meet your challenge. I guess I'm just going to have to pay the price!"

I was quite surprised, though I knew exactly what she was referring to. I'd been sticking to vanilla sex after our conversation that long weekend we'd spent together. I figured that I'd let her drive when we returned to more rough and tumble sexual adventures. This appeared to be a first step.

"So, you think you deserve to get your ass fucked again, huh?" I replied.

I was going to make her ask for it!

She just nodded.

I wasn't going to let her off that easy.

"Yes what?" I asked, knowing exactly what she meant.

She actually looked a little shy, but softly added, "I think since I still can't take your great big cock all the way down my throat yet, I deserve to have my ass fucked!"

She'd known precisely what I expected.

I chuckled. I sure wasn't about to disappoint her and after the sucking I'd received I was absolutely in the mood to cum.

Then, even more softly, she went on "Scott. Will you be real gentle, like last time?"

Kindly I replied, "Of course baby!"

"And do I have to be restrained?" she asked even more shyly.

"No not if you don't want, but it WILL be easier for you if we do it over the horse" I explained.

She just nodded again.

Without any further discussion I got out the horse and got a jar of AstroGlide.

"Okay baby, come over here" I directed once I was all ready.

She had a look of anticipation, but not apprehension. I believe there were two reasons for that. First, she'd learned to trust me and knew she could count on me to be as gentle as possible, second she'd learned that pain can be very erotic too! And to be sure, in spite of all the progress we'd made, it is always going to hurt to have something the size of my cock shoved up her ass!

She came and draped herself over the horse, grasping the front legs with her hands to hold herself in place. I didn't have to tell her what to do this time, she was clearly working at staying relaxed.

I alternated between playing with her pussy and clit, and working lube into her ass as deep as I could with my fingers. She was wet before I even started and I continued to work her up until I could tell she was right on the verge of cumming.

"Ready?" I asked softly.

She groaned, not wanting me to stop the attention I was giving her clit as I asked, but she nodded.

I started to push my cock through her little rosy asshole! I went extremely slow, stopping frequently for her to adjust. I went even slower than the first time, in part because I hadn't used a plug to loosen her up this time. She'd breath deep and pant occasionally. Every once in a while she let out a little grunt of pain, but she issued no complaints. As I pushed I could feel her pushing back on me.

It took a few minutes, but at last I was all the way in. I started very slow short strokes. God she has one tight ass. I increased the length of stroke and the speed as she loosened up slightly. I was already getting close myself.

Little grunts, moans and groans that were clearly a combination of pain and pleasure kept coming out of her mouth. 

Still I increased the pace.

"Yes, OH GOD! Fuck my ass, yessss, fuck it hard!" she finally cried out.

That nearly did it right there. I started to give her a good hard ass fucking while at the same time reaching around and pinching and pulling on her clit.

"OH FUCK!" She screamed and started to buck on the horse.

That was it, in just another instant we came together. Screaming out at the same time so that I don't even know what either of us said.

Once I pulled out of her she stood and turned to face me. We kissed hard, for quite a while.

With a big grin she said, "I liked that better than last time!"

I laughed and replied, "Yeah, I could tell"

It had been extremely erotic for both of us. Part of me hoped she never did master sucking my cock!

So that's how Callie and I were progressing. As for Becky, that was going well too, but very differently. I was seeing her almost every week as well, but we were doing very traditional dating things. Dinners, movies, a concert, things like that, but as far as our 'physical' relationship went, it was stuck in park. 

Oh most of the time when I took her home now, she invited me in and we'd regularly get into some serious necking, but that was it. She'd never even been to my place. I was developing a very serious desire to get into her pants and soon, but I was willing to be patient (something I'm not good at) because I really liked her and I didn't want to fuck it up.

Finally the occasion arose to try and push things with Becky forward a bit. Callie had told me she was going to be gone for a long weekend to visit family for the holidays. I settled on a plan.

I called Becky.

"You free Saturday night?" I no longer worried about whether or not we were going to keep seeing each other, that was well established.

"Sure, what do you have in mind?" she said in her normal bubbly way.

"Well, you've never been to my place and you have no idea what a fantastic cook I am, so how about we come here and I fix you dinner and we can watch a movie and just hang out?" I asked, figuring if I got her on my turf I'd have a better chance of making some progress.

She laughed, "Are you serious?"

"About what part?" I said acting indignant, but wasn't. I assumed she was talking about the cooking. 

"Oh, sorry!" she said, but didn't stop laughing.

"You really can cook?" she was still laughing.

"Well, you're just going to have to wait and see, but I am serious, and I am a very good cook!" I asserted. It's true too.

She finally stopped laughing, but the mirth was still in her voice as she replied, "Okay, I guess I can risk it."

"Good" I said, "I'll pick you up at 5:30, okay?"

I wanted to get an early start for a number of reasons, having time to cook was only one and not at the top of the list.

"Sounds great, see you then" and we hung up. 

Friday after work I did all shopping. I planned a scratch Caesar salad, Seafood Fettuccini and bought some crème brûlée from a place I know that makes them daily, to have for desert.

I also hit the video store and even though I have a pretty big collection of DVD's I'd decide to rent one anyway. The one I picked out was a recently released romantic comedy that got good reviews and I'd read had a couple of steamy sex scenes too. I figured if Becky hadn't already seen it she'd like to and reasoned that the subject and content might also be helpful.

Becky isn't much of a drinker, neither am I for that matter, but she does like champagne. I got a very good bottle and a bottle of red to go with the meal too. I figured some wine couldn't hurt what I had planned.

Saturday I was up early. I don't live like a slob, but it is after all essentially a bachelor pad. I cleaned house. I also did as much of the prep work for dinner as could be done in advance. I was all ready well before 4:00. I showered then just relaxed for a while.

I got dressed in jeans and a polo shirt, having told Becky to be sure and wear jeans too, and headed out the door after 5:00.

It was exactly 5:30 when I ran the bell. Becky opened the door, we shared a quick kiss and headed to the car. Becky always dresses nice, and sexy, but conservative, if you know what I mean. And I'd seen her in jeans before, but never this pair. My God! They looked like they'd been spray painted on and showed off her ass to perfection. The top she had on was pretty sexy too! It was very tight and showed plenty of cleavage. It also left a couple inches of bare skin above her jeans. She looked ready to be ravished. This could be a very good night I thought. 

We were back at my place before six. I opened the champagne and put on some soft jazz, then invited Becky to join me in the kitchen while I started to fix dinner. We sipped the bubbly and chatted away while I went about preparing the meal. 

I think Becky was still expecting me to pull something out of the freezer and pop it in the microwave. 

After about twenty minutes of bustling around I got my first reaction.

"Wow, you really can cook!" she said.

I laughed, "Maybe you should taste it before you decide."

"No, seriously, you clearly know your way around a kitchen, I'm impressed. I bet it's going to be wonderful. You are just one surprise after another" she said. 

I thought to myself, 'lets hope you find out about another surprise before the evening is over.'

I finally had everything organized and the sauce was simmering. 

"Lets go sit in the living room and enjoy the champagne and music. We'll have the salad in about a half hour and then it will take me about 10 minutes between courses to finish the pasta" I said as I opened the wine so it could breath and poured us each some more champagne.

By the time we sat down to eat we'd finished the champagne and were both pretty mellow. We ate slowly and sipped the wine, talking, but comfortable with periods of silence as well.

When we finished eating I asked if she was ready for desert.




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"I have to admit I DIDN'T make the desert" I smiled. 

She chuckled, "Maybe a little later, or maybe not at all. I'm stuffed. Scott that was really good!"

"Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. Feel like watching a movie now?" I asked as I poured us each some more wine.

"Sure, you want me to help you clear first?" she offered.

"Sure, that'd be great" I said.

It only took us a couple of minutes to clear, scrape and stack.

"I should wrap up the rest of this food. Why don't you go pick out a movie, they're in that tower right next to the TV" I suggested.

In a couple of minutes I joined her with the wine glasses. As I'd guessed, she'd picked out the movie I'd rented. Of course I'd put it right on top so she'd see it first.

I popped the movie in and turned the lights way down. As the movie stated I put my arm around her and pulled her closer. She laid her head on my shoulder and we cuddled as we watched the flic. It was a very good movie and it DID have a couple of very steamy scenes. I'd considered making a suggestive comment a couple of times during those spots, but thought better of it.

"That was really good, I enjoyed it," I said as the credits rolled and I turned off the set and hit the remote to start the CD player again.

"Yeah, me too. Kinda hot in places!" she said with a sly grin.

"More wine?" I asked.

"No, I think I've had plenty thanks" she replied.

That was fine with me, I wasn't trying to get her drunk and we were both very relaxed and mellow already.

I pulled her to me and we started to kiss. We were soon hot and heavy at it. I placed my hand on her bare midriff and started to work my fingers under the bottom of her shirt. She made no move to resist. I slid my hand up until I finally cupped her breast. She moaned into my lips.

I began to wonder if it was the wine, or if I'd been too much of a cautious gentleman before. She was clearly not of a mind to stop me. I found her nipple through the flimsy bra she had on and rubbed it back and forth with my thumb. She moaned some more.

Emboldened I reached down and grasped the hem of her top with both hands and started to lift. She raised her arms to assist my efforts. I removed her shirt and dropped in on the couch. The bra she had on was sexy and lacy. It was the kind I love, with the clasp in the front. I reach and undid and pealed it away exposing her breasts to me for the first time as I slid it off her shoulders and let it join the shirt. 

Her breasts were bigger even than I'd imagined, not huge, but lovely. Probably about 34C I figured. Actually, lovely doesn't cover it, they were perfect. Firm without the slightest bit of sag. I understood why she wore such a flimsy bra, she didn't need one for support at all. The skin was flawless, you could see some of the veins because it was so pale. It was almost as if they were translucent. Her areolas were small and pink and perfect. I cupped one tit in each hand and rubbed each nipple with one of my thumbs. She moaned still more as they stiffened into little half-inch erasers. She closed her eyes and let her head hang back.

I lowered my mouth to one and played with the other. I sucked and licked all over the nipple before finally taking it between my lips and sucking hard. She gasped and a deep growl escaped her lips. I alternated back and forth teasing and stimulating them for many minutes until finally she spoke.

Rasped would be a better description, "Oh God Scott, that feels so good. My nipples are so sensitive!"

That did it. I stood and held my hand out to her to take. The message was clear. She looked into my eyes and with a beautiful smile took my hand. I helped her to her feet and led her to the bedroom.

We stood at the foot of the bed kissing and caressing as we slowly and sensually undressed each other. Soon she was in just her panties and I had only my boxers, which were starting to form a sizable tent. I knelt and slid her panties down and she stepped out of them. She had a lovely, well-trimmed bush. I leaned in and kissed her sex.

She bent and placed her hands under my armpits, indicating I should stand, which I did. Now it was her turn to kneel and start sliding my boxers down. I wondered what kind of reaction she'd have when she saw me.

"MY GOD SCOTT!" she exclaimed with a combination of awe and trepidation that I'd experienced more than once before.

"You're huge!" she almost whispered.

But like a moth and a candle, she reached out and touched, then held and finally gently stroked me as I hardened the rest of the way. 

After a minute she stopped touching me completely and in a shaky voice said, "Scott, I'm so sorry. I don't think I can! I've ne . . ." she trailed off.

She looked up at me and a tear rolled down her cheek.

I now bent and raised her to her feet.

"Becky, I'll be very gentle with you, I promise" I said softly.

The tears flowed more heavily.

Finally she looked at me and through gentle sobs spoke again, "Scott, you don't understand. I'm a virgin."

"WHAT!" I exclaimed.

I know, I know it was tacky, but I was stunned. Obviously I knew she was shy, reserved and obviously somewhat inexperienced, but I never dreamed this.

"I'm so sorry" she repeated.

"No, no Becky!" I said taking her in my arms my throbbing cock trapped between us.

"I'm sorry, I just never imagined a woman so beautiful and sexy as you" I just let it trail off, not needing to finish.

"Oh Scott, I'm not beautiful" she said, regaining some of her composure.

And suddenly I realized what a huge self-image issue she had.

"Becky! You are one of the most beautiful and sexy women I've ever known!" I said emphatically. 

"You mean it?" she was obviously sincere and not fishing for compliments.

"Of course I mean it. I can't believe you don't know that!" I said gently.

I went on before she could speak again, "Becky, I can't imagine anything more wonderful than sharing your first time. I will be extremely gently with you, and we'll go very slowly. If it hurts, you tell me and we'll stop, okay? Trust me!"

"I just don't want to disappoint you!" she said so softly I could barely hear her.

"You let me worry about that. Come on" I replied and without allowing any further discussion I moved her over to the bed.

I laid her back on the bed and wasted no time burying my face in her lovely twat, sucking on her cunt lips and licking her clit. As I'd hoped, she was absolutely drenched. I kept licking and sucking her entire region, returning frequently to her clit. I was in no hurry, building her slowly.

In mere moments she was humping my face and moaning loudly. Pulling my head even deeper into her crotch.

"OH! OH GOD! SO GOOD, SO VERY GOOD!" she moaned.

I just kept at it as she built and built. Finally I slipped a finger inside her and located her G spot and started to rub. That did it. In less then a minute she started to cum hard. Yelling out.

"SO GOOD! OH GOD IT'S GOOD!"

It was like drinking nectar, I sucked and swallowed as much as I could get. Perhaps the mystic of the virgin is true, I don't know, but I'd never tasted anything so wonderful. I knew if I could bottle and sell it, I'd make a Hell of a lot more than selling beer!

Once she had finished and I knew she was extremely sensitive, I stopped moving and just held her clit between my lips. She was panting she had cum so hard.

I scooted up the bed a bit and held her as she caught her breath.

"God Scott, that was amazing. I've never experienced anything like that!" she sighed. 

I couldn't believe any woman as sexy and responsive as she was could be so inexperienced. Well, it just was my good fortune.

"It's time for you to experience something else new!" I said softly.

She looked at me with a crooked little smile and said, "Will it be as good as that?"

"Oh, it will be much better, trust me!"

She just purred. Evidently any reluctance she'd had, had been sucked out of her, so to speak. I positioned myself between her legs. I steadied myself with one hand while I guided my very ready cock between her pussy lips and worked it back and forth, coating it in her juices and flicking her clit with each stroke.

Finally I placed the head at the entrance to her love canal and started to push ever so slowly. She was so fucking wet I honestly thought I could have just plunged balls deep inside her with a single stroke, but that wasn't my plan.

Soon I had the whole head inside her. She was moaning loudly again. I kept pushing very gently, slowly feeding in a little more at a time until I had about two inches of the shaft in too. God she was tight, tighter than I imagined. I'd never been with a virgin before, at least not so far as I knew.

At that point I started to stroke in and out very slowly, just about an inch at a time, but each time I pushed back inside I went just a tiny bit deeper.

"Oh GOD! Oh GOD! Your so BIG!" she moaned. It wasn't in pain.

Slowly but surely I worked the whole thing inside her. Taking slightly longer strokes as I progressed. Finally, just as I felt my balls against her ass, I felt my cock head hit the end of her womb!

"OH FUCK! I feel so stuffed full of cock! God it feels good! OH YES! YES! FUCK ME!" she wailed.

She didn't have to ask twice. I started steady long, slow strokes. She felt stuffed full of cock to me too! Damn it felt good!

I kept at the slow pace, both wanting to be as gentle as possible, and never wanting the experience to end for either one of us.

For her first time, she seemed to be a natural. She was extremely responsive and was soon fucking me back with vigor. Somewhat to my surprise, it wasn't at all long before she started to cum. And cum she did! Screaming out how good if felt and thrusting back harder still.

She came several more times before I finally could last no longer. I tried, but failed to maintain the slow, gentle pace, but the urgency was just too much. I started to thrust harder and faster. Evidently she was loosened up enough that it wasn't a problem, for she came the hardest and loudest of all as I exploded deep inside her with my own visceral scream! It was the most powerful orgasm I could remember in a very long time. I just let my cock pulse until it finally was over and started to deflate.


I rolled on my side and held her as we both recovered this time. After a moment she hugged me hard and kissed me even harder.

Once she at last released me she sighed, "My God! I never dreamed it could be this fantastic!" 

I kissed her softly and whispered, "It will only get better sweetheart!"

"Couldn't possibly!" she cooed.

We held each other and as we fell asleep I couldn't help but think, 'My God, two virgins in less than a month!'

When I woke Becky and I still had our arms wrapped around each other. Her eyes were open and she was studying me. I wondered how long that had been going on. When she saw that I was awake she smiled.

I kissed her gently, then asked, "How do you feel?"

"Great!" she said softly.

"Want to feel even better?" I asked with a grin.

It took a moment for her to catch my meaning, but then her smile widened.

"Mmm hmm" she purred.

We started to caress and kiss. Soon we were engaged in a very erotic coupling that was quite a bit more vigorous than the night before. Becky came even harder than before, and more frequently too, if that's possible. It was incomprehensible that she was a neophyte at this!

We lay in silence, holding each other, for a long time.

Finally she spoke, "Scott?"

"Mmm" I barely emitted. 

"I'm really glad it was you!" she said tenderly.

"Not nearly as glad as I am!" I assured her.

It was a long time before we at last got out of bed. We were both stalling, not wanting to part, but finally Becky said she should go. I just nodded and got the keys.

We headed out to the truck and I drove her home in silence.

I walked her to the door and we kissed and embraced passionately.

As we reluctantly separated she asked, "Scott, am I going to see you again?"

I was almost pissed, "What kind of dumb question is that? Of course you are, well, unless you don't want to?"

"NO! Of course I want to!" she exclaimed.

Then continued, "I'm sorry, it's just that . . . Oh, I'm being silly!"

"Flat ass stupid is more like it!" I said, but not unkindly.

I gave her a peck and turned to go.

"Scott, please don't be angry with me," she pleaded.

I turned back and kissed her hard this time.

"I'm not angry with you. You just need to think more highly of yourself. You are one fantastic, beautiful, sexy woman. You just don't realize it!" I said, sincerely.

She actually blushed.

"Scott, thank you!" she whispered. 

"No, thank you!" I said softly.

Then I finally did turn and headed to the truck.

"I'll call you in a couple of days" I reassured.

I really was going to have to work on her self-image.

And so it went. I managed to get together with Becky and Callie each at least once a week. Sometimes more often. Callie and I would fuck, suck and more. Having wild abandoned sex virtually every time. Fairly frequently, but no more often than every third or fourth time, we'd include some BDSM in our games. It met both our needs and desires.

Becky was a different manner. We would be intimate almost, but not every time, we got together, but it remained straight vanilla. Oh, I'd regularly eat her to orgasm, but she had yet to so much as put her lips to my cock and the notion of any kind of kinkiness simply didn't occur. I was perfectly fine with it though. I was growing very fond of Becky, too fond I worried, but then I wasn't one to spend a lot of time fretting over the future, rather just let it happen.

Don't misunderstand, I was fond of Callie too, but she was wild and crazy and fun, Becky could get serious I thought. Anyway, for many weeks to come I was happy, busy and pretty tired, but I wouldn't have traded it for the world. Where it would lead I didn't have any idea, but I was positive I'd enjoy the journey!

The End.

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