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Friends & Lovers

By: katherine



We arrived at their house shortly after 4pm knowing we had all placed some interesting expectations on the six hours we had been able to talk my mother into babysitting. Even having talked, joked, planned, and fantasized about this evening, practically ad nauseum, approaching their doorstep sent shivers of nervous excitement through me. I let my husband, Joe , take the lead, and he rang the bell. 

There were the usual hugs and greetings, but the atmosphere was definitely charged. Cocktails were hungrily consumed and smoke lingered just above eye level. We caught up on everyday events as Gillian and I prepared to leave the boys and spend an hour playing darts at the bar. Neither hubby was really thrilled with this idea, but it had been WAY too long since we had had a girls' night out, and dammit, we were going to get an hour! 

We drove the six or so blocks to the bar and found ourselves a small table in the corner near the dartboard. Gillian sensed that I was a little tense and nervous and made a crude joke about a guy across the bar, while she lightly rubbed my shoulders. Her touch was wild! Until she and I had begun , first joking, then waxing philosophical , then discussing preferences, and finally admitting interest, I had never considered feeling such a rush from another woman . Just thinking about it had opened up new sexual worlds for me. 

We started playing and drinking, brushing against one another in the cramped space. It was all very friendly and polite until I purposefully turned to face Gillian as we passed just close enough so our nipples made contact with one another. We both grinned mischievously, and the game took a definite turn . Small, carefully aimed touches, then more aggressive grabbing turned into longer caresses. I became uncomfortably aware of a number of men watching us from around the bar, intrigued smiles on their faces. Gillian said, rather loudly, "Let's give them something to look at!" 

And with that, she leaned over to where I was sitting, and kissed me full on the lips. Her mouth was so soft, nothing like a man's. I felt myself forgetting the men in the bar and being carried away in response. It could have been five minutes we went on like this, I'm not really sure. By the time we left, we had the attention and desire of every man in the bar, and more than a few remarks were made as we departed. We just smiled and walked out hand in hand. On the drive back, I asked Gillian to take a longer route so we could toke a little for courage. It dawned on me that we had just given two horny husbands a license to plan out everything their little hearts (or other organs) desired, in our absence. We decided to just go with the flow when we returned, and agreed we would put on a great show for them! 

The house appeared completely dark , and we joked that they must've gone out. Upon opening the door; however, we could see candlelight coming from the family room and the bedroom. We called out, but no one answered, then we saw the note. It read: Take off all of your clothes and choose a room. I looked at Gillian, and I'd imagine our expressions were identical, who had a puzzled, yet amazed expression on her face. Neither one of us thought our husbands had the balls to accomplish something like this in a year, let alone an hour! I flashed her a glance that asked "what do we do?" and she began removing her clothes. I was already wet with anticipation, so I muttered something about "when in rome!" and started to remove my blouse. 

All of a sudden I freaked out! My mind was spinning, my heart was racing, and every nerve in my body was at attention. Gillian just laughed at me as I tried to explain, and called out to the rooms, "Give us just 5 minutes -- sorry!" as she ushered me to the laundry room. I, again, valiantly tried to explain that I really did want to do this, I was just having a temporary brain overload, and she fished out the half smoked doob, lit it, and passed it to me. I took hit after hit of the sweet herb while I downed a whiskey and soda, and started to calm down. Amazing how well that works! We talked, and Gillian sat behind me, rubbing her hands lightly over my shoulders and back. She gently kissed my neck and earlobe, her breath warm and light in my ear as she whispered, "I think it's time we see what the guys have been up to, don't you?" I could barely stutter , "Uh - huh." and follow her out. I had goosebumps everywhere as wave after wave of desire spread through me. 

Gillian quickly shed her garments, but I hesitated. I needed to work into this more slowly. I wasn't really ashamed of my body; I just hadn't exposed it to anyone other than Joe and my midwife in over ten years! She gently guided my blouse over my shoulders, and went to unfasten my bra. I shivered as the fabric brushed my rock hard nipples, and I let the clothes fall to the floor. I tensed again as I felt Gillian's hands tugging at my panties as her breasts brushed my bare back. She wrapped her arms around me warmly, cupping each of my breasts in her hands, and I melted. I forgot to be nervous as a warm rush filled me from head to toe. I arched back against her wanting to feel more of her 

A voice from the bedroom called out, " Ladies; it's been five minutes. Unless you want to be disciplined for taking too long, you better get in here!" I could hear both men laughing at some joke we weren't supposed to hear. Gillian said, "That could be fun!" and winked at me. I quickly removed my panties, embarrassed by how wet they had become. Since we now knew they were in the bedroom, we wandered into there.

It looked like the "dirty store" had exploded inside her bedroom! There were plastics, leather, metal, fuzzy stuff, feathers...even some things I had never seen before, and, quite frankly, was a little afraid of! We were commanded to kneel on the bed. "For tonight, we own your asses!" Jake, her husband, declared with a broad smile on his face. Gillian and I looked at each other and burst into giggles. I heard the crack of a bullwhip from behind me, and Joe sauntered up alongside me saying, " Why, Jake, I don't think they understand the rules. First, speak only when you are spoken to. Second, do as you are told , when you are told, or suffer a punishment." 

"Yes sir!" I said, with a little salute, giggling. With a loud SMACK, I felt the sting of the bullwhip biting into my buttocks. I couldn't allow myself to think about what was happening. I mean, here I was receiving a spanking from my husband in front of our best friends! Not your average cocktail party by a long shot!

Without another word, the men wrapped silken scarves around our eyes. The cool fabric felt good, and I was incredibly relieved to be blindfolded. Somehow, stripped of my clothes, my dignity, and now one of my senses, I felt my self-consciousness melt away. It was as if by not being able to see what was happening, I was forced to tune into my other senses. And it was a thrill of no small sort to feel so helpless, so vulnerable, so exposed! 

I could feel myself being repositioned. I knew Gillian was right next to me as our legs brushed together while we were moved. Jake instructed us to "play with each other's tits". We obliged and began reaching forward to find one another's bodies. Although Gillian had done similar things before, this was my first time, and I could feel my hands quivering as they made that first exquisite contact with her full breasts. I felt Joe's hands squeeze my shoulders as he whispered in my ear, "reeelaaaaax!" As I explored her firm, soft flesh further, I felt how erect her nipples were. It was completely amazing to me to feel on another woman, what I had rarely even felt, in this context, on myself. I yearned to feel her naked body press against my own. I even began to think about what she might taste like. Joe started kissing my neck and running his hands softly over my body. I arched my back against him as I began to turn my attention to Gillian's hands on me. She started out tracing small circles around each one, never coming in close enough to touch the most sensitive nub. Now she was gently kneading, and tugging, and squeezing. Before I could stop myself, a soft moan escaped me. 

"Okay, girls," Jake laughed. "We'll definitely get back to this, but now it's our turn!" Gently, but firmly, I felt myself being pulled once again to Gillian's side. I could feel the imbalance of the mattress as one or both of the husbands climbed up next to us. Almost out of nowhere, I was surprised by the warm touch of a hard, hot cock against my cheek. Not sure of whom it belonged to, I resisted, thinking, "This must be Joe, but what if it's not? I need more time for this if it 's Jake!" But then I felt Joe's strong hands on my face, and he whispered, " I need to feel your mouth fucking me..." I reached out and took his large shaft in my hands, smiling. I brought my mouth to it and began to slowly lick around the glans, flicking gently across the top every so often. 

Before long, I was plunging him deeper and deeper into my throat, and I could hear the familiar, wet sounds just inches from me as Gillian did the same to Jake. "Are we doing it?" Jake asked Joe. I heard what could be conveyed as agreement, then the bed began, once again , to rock around as the men moved somewhere. Suddenly, I felt hands lightly touch my arms, and knew immediately this wasn't Joe. My mind whirled! All of my insecurities flooded back and I trembled. Something akin to the uncertainty and nervousness, combined with an intense "need to please", of a first date washed over me, but it was different somehow. Jake whispered to me, " You know we don't have to do anything you don't want to, right?" I nodded, and this gentleness along with his breath on my neck encouraged me to smile and reach out toward him. He ran his fingers through my hair as he pulled my mouth closer to his engorged member. At first, I just kissed and ran my lips along the shaft. Slowly, I edged closer and closer until I was kissing the tip. Firmly, he pressed me closer, and I parted my lips to allow him to enter my mouth. Softly and slowly, I moved back and forth in a rhythm set by the pressure on the back of my head, until Jake seemed satisfied I could handle this by myself, and released my hair to explore the rest of me. 

As I kept on stroking and licking and sucking, I gasped to feel his hands on my breasts. I arched into the caresses while I tried to keep my mind on satisfying him as well. His touch was different than Joe's. This alone was thrilling to me at that moment. I bobbed my head up and down as I reached out to explore what I could reach of his body with my hands. Suddenly, any shyness I felt was gone, and had been replaced by an intense curiosity. I wanted to know what Jake felt like, and wondered how I felt to him. His hands moved over each tit, then stroked my face and neck, then returned to my chest. 

Meanwhile, my senses reeled as the sucking, and slurping, and quiet moans, and the musky odor of sex filled the room. I knew that right here, right next to me, my best friend was filling her mouth with my husband's cock! Here we were, and our husbands were WATCHING their wives suck each other's cocks! All of a sudden, Jake pulled back and threw me on my back. I felt the bed bounce a little as Joe did the same to Gillian. I wasn't sure what to think, when Jake and Joe let out long, loud groans, and I felt something warm and wet sprinkle over my upper torso and belly, running down my sides. Joe said, "Jake, man, that's a beautiful sight!" and they both chuckled.

We were allowed a brief respite without the blindfolds to clean up a bit, and to renew our fading buzz. We were warned, though, that we still had to do as we were told. Punishment wasn't sounding so bad anymore! And the clock only read 6:45!

Friends and Lovers



Doc pulled in the driveway and sat looking at the dark house. She dreaded even going inside......and she dreaded even more another night of sleeping alone. He had been gone to a business conference for a week, but it seemed much longer.

Sighing, she got out of the car and unlocked the back door. As she entered, her heart almost stopped. She was greeted by the smell of steaks grilling, the aroma of flowers and soft music from the stereo system. 

"He's home!!!" she whispered, smiling. "OMG, he's home!" 

She threw her purse and keys on the counter in the kitchen, and called out to him.

"Honey? Where are you?

He came out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel, taking her in his arms and swinging her around.

"Damn woman," he breathed against her neck, "I missed you!"

"I missed you too, honey," she said, but it became a mumble as he kissed her hungrily....like a starving man. She could feel him growing against her belly, and giggled.

"Did he miss me too?"

"Almost as much as I did," he grinned, eyes twinkling.

His head came up and he sniffed. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, "steaks are burning!"

He hurried to take them off as she followed him laughing. "Its ok hon....they're just well done."

"Do I have time for a quick shower?" she asked, "or are you ready to eat?"

He nodded. "But you have to shower in the bedroom bath. I'll get clothes on while you are doing that."

She walked closer and put her arms around his neck, slowly rubbing against his erection. 

"No clothes, baby......I want you just like this." 

He grinned, shaking his head, as her eyes twinkled with mischief. 

"Ok, but hurry."

She walked back into the dining room in minutes, to find the table set and candles lit.

"Ummmmm," she said, as he turned around His eyes devoured her as a slow whistle came from him. The only thing she had on was his tie.

"Nice choice," he grinned. 

Doc nodded, as he grasped his tie, and pulled her to him. "You little minx," he said softly, "I never know what you're gonna do next."

Locked in his gaze, she whispered, "This," as she losened the towel and it dropped to the floor. He never moved as she trailed wet kisses from his neck to his thighs. She felt his cock twitch, but sucked and licked him as she pleased. 

He closed his eyes, letting her do what she wanted with his body.....for the time being,..... letting her have "control" .....at least until the time came that he would reclaim it and drive her over the brink. He felt his cock swell, and his balls tighten, as her breath whispered softly on his skin, and her tongue licked familiar places. He moaned softly as she touched his balls with her tongue, grasping his stiff cock in her hands. She nuzzled them with her nose, breathing in the scent of him...that she loved, and then sucking gently. She stroked his cock slowly, feeling it slicken with precum, and she licked the tip, tasting. UMMMMM.

Shuddering, he growled, "No more!" as he helped her to her feet and he sat in the chair. He pulled her to him, and feasted on her pussy as she moaned and pulled at his head, wanting him deeper. Within minutes, he spread her legs and had her straddling his hips. 

Doc turned to face forward as he coated his cock with her dripping juices and she sank down slowly taking him inside her. She moaned as she felt him hit her cervix, and she trembled. He held onto her boobs, tugging the nipples just enough to make them ache, and it sent sparks straight to her pussy. She turned to face him and he saw the fire of raw passion in her eyes as she took him deep inside her again, moving faster. Pulling her tighter against him, he nursed at her boobs, licking and sucking, then gently biting. She whimpered, and he smiled. She began the age old movements and he held on as she lap danced. 

She felt him jerk inside her and swell as he held her tight, pushing as deep as he could get. "I'm gonna cum, baby," he rasped against her neck, and she nodded, barely able to breathe. He exploded time after time as she trembled, cumming almost at the same time. 

She leaned against him, breathing hard as she calmed. "You are incredible," she whispered, kissing his neck. "You're pretty incredible yourself, sweet lady," he grinned. "We do pretty damned good in a chair.....wanna see how we do in a bed?"

"Do you think we've forgotten how in a week's time?" she asked.

"Its like riding a bicycle," he laughed, "You never forget how to ride."

Food was completely forgotten until Doc walked in the kitchen the next morning and laughed.

"Honey," she called, "We forgot something last night."

"What?" he asked as he came into the kitchen.

"We forgot to eat," she laughed, putting her arms around him.

He kissed her lightly and teased, "You may have, but I had everything I wanted to eat!!!"

She cleaned the kitchen up while he showered and checked e-mail, then she walked in the bedroom and put her arms around his neck.

"What, babe?" he asked.

"Its nice outside, would you go for a walk in the woods with me?"

He turned to look at her and her eyes were dancing. "You vixen," he laughed. "What'd you have in mind?"

"Seducing you," she whispered, as he pulled her onto his lap, laughing.

"Thats what I figured," he said. "And what else?"

"Nothing," she said innocently.

"Right!!!" he laughed. "I know you better than THAT!"

"Give me a minute," he said, "and I'll be ready to go."

Doc hurriedly grabbed her tote bag and gathered things and was waiting in the kitchen.

When he saw the bag, he chuckled. "Are we moving to the woods?"

"Stop it, " she giggled, "You'll have fun!"

They walked through the woods, holding hands, talking, until they came to the clearing beside the creek. It was their special place. It was on his property, so no one else was there, and it was one of their favorite places.

She pulled the blanket out of the bag and spread it as they sat down. He lay with his head in her lap as she ran her fingers through his hair. 

After a while, she said tentatively, "Hon, I have a question."

"Uh oh," he teased, "That always costs me money."

"No, I'm serious," she said.

"Ok," he answered, "I'm listening."

"Would you let me give you an enema out here?" she asked softly.

His eyes flew open and he looked at her. "What???" he exclaimed. "Are you losing it baby?"

She shrugged. "Ok, it was worth asking."

He wriggled, getting comfortable in her lap again and said, "Besides, we'd have to go all the way back to the house and come back. You didn't bring a bag."

She grinned and rummaging in her tote bag, produced a 2 qt closed top. Tapping him on the shoulder, she held it up for him to see.

He roared with laughter, and said, "Ok, you win. But if the water's cold, forget it."

She took the top off and he felt the water.....just the right temperature, so it must have been extremely hot when she fixed the bag to have not gotten cold.

He sighed, trying to get out of this. "Toilet paper?"

She held up a full roll with her other hand.

"I guess you brought a commode too?" he chuckled.

She grinned, saying nothing, but nodded to the bushes.

"Damn woman," he laughed, shaking his head. "The things I do for you!"

"Its because you love me, " she grinned.

Taking his pants off and his shorts, he replied. "I dunno if its cause I love you....or I'm just fucking crazy!!!!" He happened to think and looked up. "Lubricant?"

She put down the toilet paper and picked up a tube of K-Y.

He laid down on his left side, and sighed. "Ok, lets do it."

He was trying so hard to play it nonchalant, but inside he was shaking with anticipation and excitement. Somehow, she could come up with his fantasies, and fulfill them. This was one of them.....an outdoor enema. He just never expected it to be in broad daylight.

She skinned out of her shorts and shirt, and he realized she was wearing no panties. He had known she had no bra on....he could see that, but was surprised she had removed her panties.

She turned him on his back after hanging the bag and bleeding the tubing. She had bled it when she fixed the bag, but was taking no chances with putting air in him. He pulled his knees up and she laid down on her stomach to lick his balls and anus. 

He laughed. "Cutting right to the chase, are ya?"

"Watch it big boy," she teased, "or you won't get any lube."

"I'll be good," he chuckled as she rimmed his ass with her tongue then lubed the outside, then sliding her finger inside his rectum. She touched his prostate and he groaned softly. She set his feet on the blanket as she added another finger and fucked him gently.

In minutes, he was rocking his hips and groaning as she removed her fingers and slid the flexi nozzle in. He groaned as the whole 8 inches moved deep into his bowels, and she heard him gasp as she opened the clamp. The water filled him as she sucked his cock, bringing him to the edge, then backing off. As the bag gurgled, she heard him groan.

She let him up and when he was in their "bathroom" she removed the nozzle as he exploded. She stroked him until he was shooting all over her and the ground and himself. and he barely had to touch her clit to make her cum. Just hearing the expulsions from him was all that it took.

After he was finished, they rested for a while on the blanket, before dressing. 

"That was incredible," he said, leaning over to kiss her. "Thank you."

Smiling, she replied. "You're welcome."

Guess this makes us official now? he asked.

"Guess so, " she nodded. "Official what, though?"

Friends and lovers," he replied. "Couples have sex, lovers have enemas and sex."

"Only if they are kinky like us," she grinned, kissing him.



Friends and Lovers



Our room was extremely luxurious. The bed was king size, more than ample for our needs. In the bathroom there was a large bath together with Jacuzzi. Michelle smiled in my direction as the bellboy was given a tip and left us alone.

"Dauber certainly knows how to pick these places. I hope our bank account will stretch to it." Remarked Michelle, but I was sure she was only joking as we had just won a small fortune on the lottery.

"It's a fantastic room," I replied, "I can't wait to see Bridget stretched out on that bed."

"I bet you can't! As for me I can't wait to see Dauber's thick cock."

"Well you won't have to wait much longer; they should be signing in to the hotel in the next hour. I checked the airport; their plane landed on time. I've left a message at reception. They should get it as soon as they arrive."

We had thought very hard about how to welcome Bridget and Dauber. Michelle said that she would pander to Dauber's wish for the posh English woman look. She was dressed in a long red and orange velor dress. Lovely tan stockings clung to her legs, held there by a white suspender belt.

"I bet Dauber likes my panties," laughed Michelle and with that she turned to face me, grabbing the hem of her dress and lifting it to her chin. I could see a pair of silk red panties.

"These are the ones I took off when we chatted last month. They are the same ones you rubbed on my face and slid into my mouth on that video we made last year."

I really didn't know what to wear. Michelle came to my help. She looked through the luggage and pulled out a red thong, white shirt, socks, and blue Levi jeans.

"I don't know what Bridget will think of these, but they certainly turn me on."

I stripped in the bathroom. Michelle came round behind me and placed her fingers around my cock. I started to stiffen.

"Not yet!" I moaned, "We must wait."

Michelle let go with a show of mock anger. When she left the bathroom I quickly got dressed. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. We both looked at each other in surprise. My heart accelerated. We both hesitated. There was a second knock. Michelle went across the room and opened the door. I joined her to see a couple standing there. No one said a word. We all looked very red in the face.

"Come on in," stuttered Michelle.

"Yes" said Bridget, knowingly

After relaxing for an hour or so, we finally got around to the topic of sex. We all agreed that the idea of group sex was appealing, but that it might be too soon for that. Besides, we had the whole weekend! We all admitted to being voyeurs. I reminded Dauber about his wish to watch another couple making love. Michelle joined in at this point, laughing and saying that it might be the right time to start. With that she stretched out on the bed, beckoning me over. Dauber and Bridget smiled and moved over to the chaise lounge at the end of the bed.

"Can we take photos?" asked Dauber.

"No problem" we replied in unison.

I knelt on the bed. Michelle knelt up also, and we went into an embrace. I slithered my tongue between Michelle's soft lips, my hands reaching around her back and gripping her soft buttocks. I could sense the flash of a camera but took no notice. Michelle rubbed my back and then slid her hands to my waist. 

Breaking our embrace, she unfastened the belt and slowly unfastened the buttons of my Levi's. My trousers slipped down my thighs about six inches, showing the red thong straining because of my hard erection. Michelle started to rub my cock through the red material. I moved my hips in time to her movements. I took her dress hem in my fingers and slowly pulled it up her thighs. 

My hands slid up nylon, reached bare flesh and then reached the red silk of her panties. As Michelle rubbed my cock, I caressed the silk covered mound, gradually moving my fingers around the silken edges and into her wet cunt. In and out they slid. Michelle started to moan as she could feel her body respond to the stimulation of her cunt and clit. 

I then turned Michelle to face Dauber and Bridget. I knelt behind her, reaching into her dress with one hand, fondling her breasts under the lace of her bra. With the other hand hitching up her dress I reached down into the top of her panties and continued to stimulate her clit.

We had not really noticed Dauber and Bridget, but now we were met with a glorious vision. Bridget was sitting back in the chair, her left leg hooked over the arm of the chair and her right leg hooked over Dauber's legs. She was wide eyed watching us. Her short skirt was hitched up, her silk thong panties in full view. 

I could not take my eyes from them! Her panties were pulled to one side, three fingers inserted fully into the gaping hole of her pussy. The lips were spread wide and I could see the moisture glisten on her fingers. She was breathing heavily. Dauber had stopped taking photos. He was looking at Michelle's panties, hypnotised by the movement of my fingers under the red silk. 

Michelle was moving her buttocks against my cock as she looked at the stiff thick cock that was sticking out of Dauber's jeans. His right hand was sliding up and down, slowly building up a rhythm. His left hand was inside Bridget's blouse and bra, rubbing and fondling her breasts. I came around and sat next to Michelle. We were all facing each other now. Michelle lowered her left hand and pulled my cock out from my thong, sliding it up and down in the way that she does best. 

The four-way masturbation then continued. Dauber and I could not last out much longer. My balls were certainly starting to tingle. I could also sense that Dauber was about to explode. The girls could also tell. With a wicked grin they stood, breaking the contact with our cocks.

"Do you think the boys need some help?" Bridget asked with a smile.

"They certainly do. Care to trade though?" asked Michelle.

"I would love too!" Said Bridget with a smile.

With that Bridget came and knelt at my feet and Michelle went over to Dauber. This was totally unexpected. I smiled at Dauber. He had that smile on his face that said sit back and enjoy it. Bridget took her long nailed fingers and wrapped them around the base of my cock. Michelle did the same with Dauber. As one they lowered their heads and opening their lips slowly, gently swallowed our cocks. 

Bridget's velvet lips moved up and down, her saliva making the movement smooth and silky. I glanced at Michelle. She was doing the same with Dauber's cock. I couldn't see Bridget's ass but Michelle had her fingers up her own dress finishing off what I had started. I could tell by Dauber's gaze at his own wife's rear that she was doing the same. How we all exploded at the same time I do not know. Both girls raised their heads at the same time. 

With a final flourish of the wrist both Dauber and I gushed. Thick globules of cum stuck to Bridget's cheeks, chin and nose. Her own fingers must have been working hard as she let out a cry of ecstasy. Her body shaking as the orgasm ripped through her body. 

Not soon after I could see Michelle's body also shake as she thrust her fingers deeper and deeper into her cunt. When she finally turned to face me she was also covered in Dauber's thick white cum that slowly dripped down her chin and onto her breasts, which my buddy scooped with his fingers and fed to her slowly. 

Many hours later, after returning from our nightclubbing, we adjourned to the hot tub for even more fun. After which, we all sat back, exhausted. 

What a great start to the weekend and there was still so much more to cum!!



Friends and Lovers



The elderly cook gave a soft smile as she watched the lithe, blond whirlwind check and re-check all was in order for their guests. Rheumy gray eyes admired the willowy frame, golden tresses, almost restrained in a ponytail, that fell like a silk curtain when free and the intelligent blue eyes that sometimes seemed to be silver in certain light. Perfect pink lips curled into a smile for her as her attention was noticed.

"Relax, Kiran," she said. "All will be well. Everything has been organised and your guest will enjoy his time here." The cook could not help but grin at the blond. Their bright smile was like sunshine after shadow.

"I *do* know that, Olivia," Kiran said. "It's just ... just ... I want this to be perfect for Cole when he brings our visitor. I want him to feel at home."

"And so he shall," Olivia said, squeezing Kiran's arm. "Just as I'm sure you will be pleased that Master Cole is here again."

The remark resulted in blush-pinkened, sculptured cheekbones and effectively caused the unexpected strength of Olivia's grip to be forgotten. Then the blond was preoccupied with another check that all was ready.

****

Levon sat morosely, staring out of the plane window. He glanced at the empty seat next to him and sighed. Cole had been so very patient with him. But there were times his amnesia drove him almost insane. Not to know who you are, where you are from, whether anyone was grieving for you. His friend and medical advisor for the past six months had gone to the toilet to stretch his legs. Plane seats were unforgiving for men like Cole and him who were over six feet tall. Movement caught his eye and he turned to speak to his companion. However it was not Cole but an auburn-haired woman. For a brief second, another face was there, warm and masculine, but as Levon tried to focus on it; it vanished leaving the woman once more.

She was rounded and undeniably attractive. Yet Levon felt no attraction towards her. With a guilty start, he realised she was speaking to him.

"I don't mean to disturb you, but my name's Melissa."

Levon realised she was waiting for him to introduce himself.

"I...um...my name's Levon," he replied, hoping Cole would come and rescue him. He shook hands perfunctorily.

"I wondered if you might be interested in exchanging numbers and perhaps meeting up during the holiday?"

Melissa had waited most of the flight to get an opportunity to speak to the incredibly attractive man. She estimated he was in his mid-thirties, with a grace like that of a big cat and bearing she rarely saw. His body pushed all her buttons, tall, well muscled with short dark hair and intense blue eyes. He was gorgeous and she hoped he was available. She had watched the by-play with him and his companion. They seemed friends, not lovers.

"I'm sorry, Melissa," Levon said. "But I'm not holidaying, I'm convalescing."

"Oh, sorry," the woman muttered, chagrined.

"Excuse me, please?" The voice was low and well-modulated and Melissa turned to see the companion was back. This man was more mercurial, his movements quick and silent. If she thought the first man a big cat like a lion, then this man was sleeker, a leopard perhaps. His long dark hair was restrained in a ponytail and his green eyes seemed to have an almost golden hue. Although undeniably handsome, it was as though there was an invisible barrier around him. Melissa knew instinctively she stood no chance with him. She smiled and vacated the seat she had moved into.

"Melissa mistakenly thought I was on holiday, Cole," Levon felt compelled to explain. Somehow it seemed important he made it clear that she approached him. "I was just explaining."

"I'm sorry, Melissa, but I'm sure you can understand that my patient's recovery is of paramount importance."

It was a dismissal and she knew it. Levon made no attempt to overrule it, she gave a mental sigh.

"It was nice to have met you, Levon," she said. She nodded at Cole and headed back to her seat.

"You know, for a moment I thought she was someone else, someone important in some way. A young man ... smiling, then it was gone again."

"You came to me with a massive mental trauma, Levon. You were in a coma to begin with. It took almost six months to have you awake and aware. Your mind has to heal in just the same way your body would after physical trauma."

"It's been so long, Cole. There's an emptiness inside me, like there's a piece of me missing. Something I need and the longer it stays missing the worse the emptiness gets."

"You saw a face in dreams and now it's resolving in the waking world. It won't be long now, Levon, I can feel it," the raven-haired man said encouragingly.

Levon nodded, without looking at his companion. If he had, he might have seen the golden light in Cole's eyes flare before it faded to leave a look if concern and ... fear.

****

Levon stared at the old house that was to be his new temporary home. For some inexplicable reason, it actually did feel like home. This was Cole's recommendation. What he has called the final phase of Levon's return into the world. A coma, followed by several months intensive one-to-one therapy with the dark-haired man, had Levon physically recovered from his mysterious trauma, but his memory remained stubbornly elusive. It was now just under a week short of the year that he had been taken in by Cole's private sanatorium. There had only been his name on a card in his jacket to identify him. Nothing more. No one had reported him missing. No accident had been reported. Levon sighed. He did not want to be a mystery.

He focused back on the house. It was a typical brick country mansion. It had a high brick wall around it and they had passed through imposing iron gates to drive up the winding tree-lined road. Now standing outside the car, Levon turned to admire the well-tended lawns and flower-beds. There was an abundance of wild flowers and bees and butterflies flitted through the air. It seemed so comfortable; Levon could almost feel at home here. 

Almost.

The house had several steps that led to large wooden double doors. He caressed the wood and the runic symbols on them. One looked like a 'Y' with the 'v' part bisected. The same rune that had been on each of the large iron gates.

"I know this," Levon murmured.

"Yes." Cole's voice was deep and held an anticipatory note.

"What?" Levon turned, the quality of the voice diverting his attention.

"Yes?" Cole nodded, this time the word was a question.

"Protection," Levon said carefully.

"It is the rune of Algiz," came a light, melodic voice and Levon turned. 

For a second or two Levon was certain he had seen Cole and the blond at his side, stand like this before. Dark and light, sunshine and shadow, two halves of a whole that seemed to fit together perfectly. It was the same feeling of familiarity as he had experienced with Cole and that he was sure had contributed to his healing. However, he was equally certain that the blond had never visited Cole's sanatorium. He might have lost his memory, but he remembered everything and everyone he had done and met since waking from his coma. Additionally, there was no way he would have forgotten such an attractive young man.

"I'm Levon," he said, extending his hand.

"Welcome, Levon and the house welcomes you," the blond said. "I'm Kiran, although friends call me Kiri and I would like us to be friends. Please come inside."

Levon walked ahead of the other men and stared around him. The hall was light and airy. Wooden double-doors were to his right, an ornate wooden staircase was directly ahead and another set of double-doors were to the left. He could see another door further back which he surmised would lead to the kitchen.

"The room to the right is the drawing and living room and to the left, the formal dining room. Although, if you would prefer a little more intimacy when we have our meals, there is a small dining table in the drawing room. Bathrooms and bedrooms are on the upper floor," Kiran said.

Although he had no conscious memory of the house it felt more like home than anywhere he had been to date. He felt as if he belonged here.

****

Levon opted to eat in the smaller room and dined with Cole and Kiran whilst Olivia, the cook, came and checked they were happy with the food. It was one of the nicest evenings he could remember, but the feeling that something missing, became one of some*one*. He frowned, the expression instantly noticed.

"Are you well, Levon," Cole asked.

"Just a ... feeling I guess," Levon replied. "For a moment it was as though there should have been four of us." He shook his head, but the elusive memory refused to coalesce.

"Let it happen naturally, Levon," Cole admonished. "Slowly and gradually things are emerging. Let them come at their pace. Too much too quickly and you could be overwhelmed."

"It's strange," Levon said, looking from the dark man to the light. "You two seem so right together, like you belong together. Yet I've not seen you with Cole have I?" His question was directed at Kiran.

"I promise you I have never been in Cole's sanatorium, Levon," Kiran said sincerely.

"I thought not," Levon said sadly.

"It's been a long day, my friend," Cole said softly. "Why not have an early night. You can spend tomorrow wandering around the house and gardens,"

"I think I will," Levon said, rising. Goodnight."

Levon made his way up to the bedroom he had been shown. It was large, airy and comfortable and yet it seemed ... wrong. Levon could make no more sense of that elusive thought than the others that had run through his mind. He stripped quickly, slipping between the cool sheets. He did not remember closing his eyes.

****

Kiran cleared away the dishes and wished Olivia a goodnight as she, too, opted to retire early. She had her own set of rooms behind the kitchen area. He moved lithely into the sitting room, where a fire burned brightly and Cole sat, the light from the fire casting shadows over his face. He sat on the chair to the left of the fire, where he could see Kiran return and eschewing the large settee. Kiran closed the interconnecting doors to make the room more ambient and went towards the seated man. 

As Kiran drew near, Cole stood and opened his arms. Kiran melted into them as if it was the most natural place for him to be.

"I've missed you," Cole husked, his mouth searching for his mate's to share a long, passionate kiss that spoke of an deep-abiding love. As the kiss ended, he nibbled at the flesh around a small ear, knowing it to be one of the blond's erogenous zones.

"And I you," came the breathy response as Cole found another weakness. This one the blond's bared throat.

"Want you, need you, love you," Cole chanted as his hands ripped open the silk shirt, sending buttons flying and earning a wanton moan as he latched onto a perfect pink nub with his hot, demanding mouth. He managed to pull the offending garment from the slender arms and immediately attacked the fastenings on the pristine pants as he suckled at the hitherto neglected bud. Pants and briefs quickly pooled at the blond's ankles and Cole palmed the taut buttocks to lift his lover clear of them. 

Despite his almost overwhelming need, he still laid his precious bundle gently on the thick fur rug in front of the fire. The smooth limbs spread wide in invitation and the brunette disrobed with preternatural speed. He gave a feral grin as his furred torso, so different from the porcelain skin of his mate, came into view earning a hiss of delight from kiss-swollen lips. His hard, thick, flesh, red and wet, pointed unerringly at its hidden target as Cole settle between the wide-flung legs. Cole leant forward to unfasten the tie to Kiran's hair, smiling as the gold fanned out over the rug.

"Take me, love me," Kiran moaned, writhing to entice the bigger male. Cole's lips trailed open-mouthed kisses over the warm, soft skin, nuzzling at nipples, licking across ribs, feathering barely-there touches of his lips over the slightly rounded belly. He lapped the silvery pool of liquid desire and followed the prominent vein down the erect flesh and took one precious orb in the hairless sac to suck slowly. He did the same with the other, barely registering the incoherent pleas from his mate. He licked the downy declivity, tasting his mate's lubricant.

He positioned the plum-hued head of his arousal against the glistening portal and sank slowly inside. As they began to move in concert, the air around them seemed to shimmer. The tight channel felt hot enough to incinerate Cole's flesh and he groaned his appreciation. Love and passion blazed in Kiran's eyes that now glowed with radiant silver fire and the big man knew it mirrored the golden inferno of his own.

"My own, my beloved," he growled huskily. 

"My heart, my soul," Kiran whispered.

The two men moved as one entity; possessor and possessed, light and dark, giving and receiving, love and desire, power and passion. Cole pounded into the willing body that met every movement with a powerful one of their own. Kiran mewled his pleasure as hard flesh dragged across his jewel over and over.

"Close, my love," Cole rasped. "So close."

"Fill me, Cole. Fill me with your love. Make me whole."

Pulse after pulse of Cole's release jettisoned deep in molten depths, triggering Kiran's climax. The two men called each other's name as their seed flowed and panted harmoniously in the shared afterglow.

When their breathing slowed, the air around them ceased to shimmer. As his replete organ slid from its harbour, Cole moved to lick his mate's precious seed from the boneless body. His fingers caressed Kiran's belly.

"Will we all still be here in a week's time?" Cole asked. "Can we succeed?"

"We have come too far to give up now," Kiran replied, carding his hand through midnight tresses that had come free of their restraint. "I can feel things reaching their limits."

"The zenith is the anniversary. Win or lose, there can be no stalemate."

"If we lose then everything is lost. He will not allow us to live after thwarting his will for so long. I could not live without you anyway, my dark warrior," Kiran added, caressing the strong features of his lover's face.

"Nor I without my sun," Cole replied, mirroring the gesture on Kiran's face. "Levon's memories begin to return. We must be ready." 

"We will be, beloved," Kiran assured. "I have to take a trip into the town tomorrow. The last of the supplies are ready for collection. I do not want them delivered. I can check them before they pass the gates. I also have to go to the bank. Some sort of screw up with the account."

"Take care, my angel. I don't like the thought of you passing beyond the house's boundaries."

"It will be for the last time. Keep Levon with you. Don't let him wander."

"I swear it. Sleep with me?"

"Of course," Kiran smiled radiantly. He laughed musically as he was swept into strong arms and carried up the stairs, their clothes in his arms. Soon the men were curled together and sleeping soundly, Cole protectively caressing his mate's lithe body.

****

Kiran had completed his visit for the supplies and to the bank. He was unhappy with the latter. There was a small glitch with the account that needed his signature to rectify, but the glazed expression on the manager's face on his arrival spoke of something deeper, something sinister. He was now driving home in his small jeep. He could almost feel malignancy surrounding him. The air was still and there was no sound. He gave a muted cry of distress as the jeep juddered to a stand-still. The gates to the house were visible, but still some distance away. Uncaring of either the vehicle or its contents, Kiran leapt from the driver's seat and began to run.

He gave a cry of anguish as a black figure materialised in front of him. He felt Cole's mind reach to him, but his mate was so far away. The man before him had a face like parchment, yellow, dry and thickly lined as though of great age. His hair was a salt and pepper mix, but rich and thick. His eyes were sunken and glowed red and malevolently. Evil surrounded him like an invisible cape and Kiran began to shiver. It had been a year since he had last come face-to-face with this man and then the man had been mature, but not aged. Kiran wondered just what had caused him to look so decrepit in so short a time. 

"How nice to bump into you, Kiran," the man said, his voice like the rustling of dead leaves.

"Step aside, Vilmar," Kiran said defiantly, projecting all the courage into his bearing that he could.

"I think not," came the rasping reply. 

With a contemptuous wave of Vilmar's hand, Kiran found himself slammed against a tree, his arms pinned above his head. He watched with increasingly frightened eyes as Vilmar came closer, a malicious smile on his thin, grey lips. Kiran struggled ineffectually as claw-like hands slid under his bulky sweater to scratch at his nipples, explore the budding breasts and rake over the lightly swollen abdomen.

"Get your foul hands off me," he shouted, anger replacing fear. Only Cole touched his body with such familiarity.

"Pregnant," Vilmar hissed sibilantly. "Cole must be so proud. I've never taken a pregnant male before," he added, licking his lips.

"Defile me and Cole will kill you," Kiran growled, valiantly kicking out at the man who held him in his spell.

"You won't resist if it risks your child and Cole will be too busy caring for you to seek me out for vengeance. With you meddlers out of the way I will find what I seek."

Another wave of his hand and Kiran found his legs rising in the air. They spread wide into a 'v' and then the seams of his jeans, from ankle to waistband, unravelled leaving just thin cotton briefs between him and his would-be-rapist. Kiran screamed in a mix of anger and fear, his body writhing futilely in the air.

Engrossed in tormenting his victim, Vilmar did not see the silent birds that began to gather on the tree behind him. As he reached to tear away the last barrier between him and his prey, two birds swooped to flutter in his face in a flurry of beaks and claws. Vilmar swiped angrily at them then another two joined the first...and another pair...and another.

With a pained grunt, Kiran dropped from the air, but the blond did not hesitate. With barely a glance at the man who was now enveloped by birds Kiran ran, his mind reaching desperately for his mate. Hs eyes fixed on the gates and he could see Cole running towards them from the other direction, a sweep of his hands swinging the great gates open. Tears ran from Kiran's eyes, but he did not slow to wipe at them. His speed began to falter as he felt Vilmar trying to stop him. It felt like he was suddenly running through molasses.

"Kiran, hurry! Come to me, my love," Cole shouted, hovering at the edge of the walled enclosure. Then with a cry of rage and grief, he powered through, scooping his exhausted mate into his arms and racing back towards protection. He could feel Vilmar's evil and the shaking of Kiran's slender body. He leapt, a diving motion that carried him past the gates which slammed shut, offering protection to the men. He ensured he landed softly, Kiran safely in his arms. Then Cole heard Vilmar's scream of fury and felt the shudder it sent through his distraught mate.

****

Levon found himself unexpectedly alone. Cole had gone into the kitchen to fetch drinks and had not returned. Once again, Levon was certain there was someone missing. As the feeling swept through him, he closed his eyes and for an instant a face appeared, then a vision. A young, beautiful man on his knees, his auburn curls catching in the sun to reveal hidden golds and red and oceanic blue eyes filled with joy and love. A hand reached out to him and then the vision was gone to leave Levon kneeling with his hand outstretched, tears falling unchecked.




Friends and Lovers



"Are you well, Master Levon?" Olivia asked.

The big man dashed away the tears impatiently.

"Is this place haunted, Olivia?" He felt foolish asking, but there was *something* about this place.

"Well, not exactly," she demurred. She sat next to him. "There is a sad story associated with it."

"Will you tell me?" Levon asked, wanting to focus outside himself.

"The man who owned this house was gifted with fey-sight. Many believe in the world of magic and the people it holds, but few are able to see it. As a child, he soon learned that to tell others invited derision or isolation, so he kept his eyes and ears closed and shied away from those who had become his friends. It made the fey very sad. He grew up guarded and mistrustful, loathe to *be* true to himself, much less *show* his true self to others. Two particular friends were so saddened, they resolved to do something. They encouraged another to come here, a beautiful young man who was filled with the joy of life and also gifted with fey-sight. It was love at first sight, but the one resisted and the other persisted until friendship finally blossomed into a deep, abiding love. They took their vows amongst the fey on a beautiful summer's day and neither they, nor the friends that had brought them together, had ever been as happy."

"It doesn't sound sad so far," Levon said, as Olivia stopped, seemingly lost in reverie.

"The young man was beautiful inside and out and caught the attention of a devotee of darkness. He was then but a minor necromancer. He tried flattery, bribery, seduction, but all to no avail. The young man had given his heart to his husband and was faithful to him, saying he was loved for himself and not for his looks. The necromancer was furious and invoked a dangerous spell. He offered the life of the older man for the devotion of the younger, to have him enslaved, unable to refuse the witch anything. Those who had brought them together learnt of this and, although possessing only their inherent magic, intervened to stop him, to protect the friends they loved."

"What happened?" Levon asked hoarsely, riveted on Olivia's every word.

"The older was badly hurt and was unable to realise that what was happening to his young husband was the protection of his friends and not the curse of the necromancer. His last sight and sound was of his lover screaming and reaching for him as he vanished from this realm. It sent him into darkness."

"How does it end?" Levon whispered, scrubbing absently at stray tears.

"It hasn't ... yet. The young beauty remains hidden from evil's hand, waiting unknowingly for his husband to call him back. Wickedness still seeks to possess him and destroy those who would stand in its way. The necromancer is stronger, darker, but if the young man is claimed by his husband, then the witch becomes a victim of his own curse. The blackness wants what it was promised, a living soul."

"Then where is the older man?" Levon asked, his eyes closed.

"Lost, wandering, seeking," Olivia sighed. "But his answers lie not with his eyes, but within his heart. Not with a focus on this world, but the one unseen. Seek with your heart, Levon. Time runs quickly."

Levon's eyes opened quickly. The last voice had not been Olivia's reedy tones, but one possessed of strength, confidence and youth. He blinked in confusion. He was sitting alone.

"Seek with my heart," Levon murmured. "It hasn't ended yet." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "My heart," he whispered.

****

Cole cradled his mate tightly to his chest as he carried Kiran to the house. That Vilmar would make so open an attack that close to their home frightened the big man. Despite his fear, he made soothing noises to reassure the blond. He carried his lover to their room, tearing off the jumper and throwing it into the fireplace. The rest of Kiran's clothes followed and with a gesture they burst into flames and were quickly consumed.

"I need to shower, to take away the feel of his hands upon me," Kiran whispered, shivering. "Not alone, please?"

Cole stripped quickly, setting the spray to a high setting so the air was quickly filled with steam and pulled his chilled lover into his embrace. Touches cleansed, then soothed and soon began to arouse.

"Love me, Cole," the blond begged, rubbing his taut buttocks against Cole's risen shaft.

"Our child?" Cole whispered, his hands caressing where their baby grew inside his lover.

"The baby is fine. Agitated, but unharmed. Loving me will help him settle."

Cole slipped his hand to probe gently between his mate's nether cheeks to find the blond's natural lubrication at his hidden entrance. He gave a soft groan as Kiran turned in his arms. A slender limb draped around Cole's hip, the blond opening and offering himself as he peppered Cole's face with kisses. Cole urged the other leg to lock around his waist. 

Kiran reached around his body to situate his mate's rod at his opening and, as Cole thrust upwards, bore down. He gasped as his body was stretched to accommodate Cole's large girth. Kiran felt his body clench in little spasms around the welcome invader. Kiran whimpered as Cole penetrated deeper into his body, but he needed this wanted this, wanted his lover buried inside him.

Cole groaned again as the tight heat of Kiran's body enclosed his organ, squeezing it ruthlessly. He murmured loving sounds, his hands shifting into a more comfortable position around Kiran's waist. He then captured Kiran's eager lips in a long, deep kiss that left both men gasping. He felt Kiran's body sinking slowly down, impaling himself on Cole's hard and throbbing flesh. The dark man could feel the flames of love and desire igniting between them as the man in his arms slowly surrounded him with the tight heat of his body. Both men gave tremulous sighs as Kiran's buttocks met the curls of Cole's groin. 

Cole nuzzled the steam-slick skin of Kiran's neck. His lover dropped his head until his forehead was resting against Cole's hair. Cole waited until Kiran had shifted slightly before he moved. He pushed his lover against the shower wall and withdrew slightly. Then he pushed forward, gliding slowly and angling deeply, trying to push himself as deep into the blond's body as he could, his mouth claiming his lover's over and over.

Kiran gasped and his back arched as Cole pressed into him once more. The familiar tingling in his body sent tendrils of desire to his shaft that was slowly thickening and rising between their heated bodies. The water was hot, but Cole was hotter, a furnace of love that burned for him and Kiran nuzzled into a broad shoulder.

Cole pulled out and then pushed forward once more, thrusting evenly. As Kiran hardened, Cole knew his mate needed more as he began to push against Cole. Cole heard the soft mewl of need as the dark man teased the blond, slowing his pace until Kiran was writhing against the tiled wall and pleas fell from his kiss swollen lips. Cole gave a hard, fast thrust of his hips, and Kiran moaned, his head falling backwards and hitting the tiles. However he was oblivious to anything except the caresses against the sweet spot inside him. His hands clutched Cole's broad shoulders, hard enough to leave bruises, and he writhed and shimmied, his eyes closing as pleasure swept through him.

"Look at me, Kiran," Cole commanded. 

Kiran managed to open love- filled eyes to look at the man who held him, who impaled him to the very core of his being, who held his heart and soul. Maintaining eye contact, he felt Cole thrust again, a deliberate glide over Kiran's jewel. The blond moaned wantonly each time he was stroked from within, his body feeling alive and finally cleansed. He ground his hips in a spiral motion, clenching when Cole was at his deepest, satisfied with the moan that spilled from Cole's lips.

Cole's resolve finally fractured and with a loud roar he gave into his desires, his hips driving into Kiran. He shifted his hold to grasp Kiran's erection. His long fingers wrapped around swollen flesh and he pulled firmly, stroking the blond man to new delight.

Kiran was unable to resist the dual assault and with a loud cry his shaft jerked in Cole's hand, spilling his release between them and into the water cascading over them. His inner muscles clenched, his tight channel squeezing Cole, rippling across every millimetre of the rigid rod impaling him. 

The dark man roared as he thrust forward, his release forcefully ejecting to fill the blond with his seed. His mouth found Kiran's and their tongues met in a frantic dance of desire. Cole's legs quickly felt that they could no longer support them both. He gathered Kiran's limp form close and left the shower. He gently placed Kiran onto their bed then reached for fresh towels to dry them.

As the two men lay together, they kissed and touched, affirming their love and devotion.

"I love you, Cole," Kiran murmured dreamily, nestled safely in the big man's arms.

"And I you, my light," Cole replied. He could feel the blond beginning to drowse, when Kiran suddenly started and luminous, silver eyes widened.

"Levon," Kiran cried. "Where is he?"

Cole rumbled angrily as they jumped apart, rapidly dressing. They stood, hand-in-hand, casting out their senses. Silver-blue locked with golden-green as both pairs of eyes then looked upwards. As one they raced to the stairwell.

****

At the top of the stairs, the sound of metal on stone had the two men hesitating before entering the large studio. They saw Levon, shirtless, standing before a large lump of stone. Already it had taken on the general shape of a kneeling figure, reaching out, as though layers had simply fallen away to reveal it. They could hear the man murmuring 'see with my heart,' over and over.

Cole moved in front of the exhausted man, carefully removing the hammer and chisel held in each hand at the end of now limp arms.

"Come with us, Levon," he said quietly.

Levon allowed himself to be led silently down the stairs. He said nothing until Cole and Kiran tried to lead him to the room he had occupied the night before.

"No, not there," he said and walked another couple of doors further on. He stumbled inside, heading for the room's magnificent four-poster bed and collapsed onto it, his eyes closed.

"His memories are surfacing," Kiran whispered as he stood in the doorway with Cole.

"Will they come fast enough?" Cole asked.

"They have to," Kiran said, his voice determined. "They must."

****

Levon was out in the corridor as a young man teasingly called to him. His beauty almost took Levon's breath away. Auburn hair reached beyond sturdy shoulders and oceanic eyes held a gently teasing look and glittered with merriment. The full sensual lips were drawn back in a wide smile to show small, white teeth. He wore only a cornflower silk robe that emphasised the blue of his eyes. Levon felt love and protectiveness surge as he ran after him.

"Come on, Levon," a voice like a silken caress washed over the older man's ears. "If you catch me, you can love me." The young man shimmied out of his robe. His body was compact and furred. A generous mat of dark hair stretched across his chest, tapering towards his navel. A prominent treasure trail led to an abundance of dark curls that protectively snuggled the base of a dusky-rose erection.

Levon shook off his own robe, his shaft hard and leaking

"When I catch you, Davin, I'm going to make you come so hard your scream will rattle the rafters and I don't care if Kiran and Cole complain."

"You have to catch me first," a loving voice taunted gently, accompanied by a laugh like silver bells.

His prey was quickly caught and the two men jostled each other laughingly as they entered their bedroom, the large four-poster ready and waiting. Levon quickly positioned Davin so he could lie between his husband's wide-spread thighs. His hands reached to spread the fur-dusted mounds, exposing the dusky-rosette.

"Mine," Levon growled, thrusting his tongue eagerly inside. The pleasured howl from the smaller body had his own shaft leaking copiously. He worked Davin's erection and fondled the sac, heavy with unspent need. He urged his mate up onto hands and knees and began to stroke oiled fingers into tight heat, encouraged by growls and moans from his mate and an impatient pushing back onto Levon's digits. Teasing touches to Davin's jewel meant the younger man begged, almost incoherently, to be filled.

Levon sat the smaller body astride his thighs. He helped to lift and lower the younger man with one powerful arm whilst driving into his heated depths with strong lunges of his haunches. With a cry of his name, wet heat coated Levon's pumping hand as it worked Davin's spurting shaft and his own release erupted into the contracting channel.

"I love you, Levon," Davin husked, angling his head for the kisses he craved. "Never leave me."

"If I were to lose you I would die," the older man said fervently. "I love you more than life itself."

"Vilmar will soon tire of pursuing me. He knows I am yours. You hold my heart and soul, Levon."

"Mine," Levon growled possessively. He eased their bodies onto their sides, both mourning as his organ softened and slipped from its haven. He curled around his mate's body protectively. He would die before letting any harm his beautiful husband.

****

Crystal tears leaked from Kiran's eyes as the blond kept vigil over Levon, the blond's heart aching as Levon hugged a pillow to his chest as he made muttered declarations of love.

****

Kiran and Cole took it in shifts throughout the night to sit at Levon's side, but as the day dawned, he showed no signs of waking. Desperately the two men began recounting shared memories with the unconscious man, but the day wore on with little sign that Levon was responding. Despite the apparent lack of success, Cole and Kiran kept their watch.

****

Melissa disembarked from her taxi, feeling more than a little foolish. She had overheard the name of the picturesque village to which the unforgettable Levon was due to be spending his convalescence. She was not sure she could pull off the casual 'Fancy meeting you here', but she was willing to give it a try. She hoped she would have more of a chance if she caught Levon without his over-protective companion. She wandered aimlessly around the village, carefully studying people's faces, popping into a small 'olde worlde tea shoppe', but without spotting Levon.

Vilmar noticed the attractive red haired woman looking studiously at the houses as though searching. Despite its faintness, he felt the tiniest resonance of Levon on her. He glanced at himself in the hall mirror. He looked even older after his aborted attack on Kiran. The strain of preventing his curse rebounding on him was taking its toll. He was almost at the end of his endurance, capable only of short intense bursts of magical power. Muttering an incantation, he waved his hand and a darkly handsome man stared back at him from the mirror. He grinned coldly. He would not need much time.

Melissa almost drooled at the sight of the attractive man who came to his door, solicitously asking if he could help her.

"I... I thought a friend lived in this village," she simpered, Levon forgotten. "I must have gotten the name wrong."

"I thought perhaps you were lost. My name is Vilmar."

"Melissa, she replied, her hand stretching out to be grasped warmly. She felt warmth in her lower belly radiating outwards. The man was a walking sex-god.

"Can I offer you some refreshment, Melissa? Some tea or coffee? Or perhaps you would care to indulge in a glass of red wine?"

Melissa heard herself accept the offer and then walked into the compact home. It was a typical small cottage. She was guided to the sitting room. It contained a wooden-framed three piece suite with small wooden occasional tables at the side of the chairs. A wooden dresser held a modest array of wine and spirits. As she sat in one of their chairs, Vilmar indicated a bottle of red wine.

"I can recommend this one," he said.

"Thank you, Vilmar," she said demurely.

The wine was a dark burgundy colour and she sipped at it, feeling more and more aroused and adventurous as she drank. She flirted outrageously with Vilmar who seemed receptive. She found herself sliding sinuously to her feet. Smiling seductively she undid each blouse button slowly, almost performing a striptease. She swayed enticingly towards the still seated Vilmar, who stood as she reached his chair. She encouraged his hands around her back and she purred approvingly as, with a flick of experienced fingers, her bra fell to the floor.

The next few moments were a blur of almost animalistic coupling. The rest of Melissa's clothing was almost torn from her body in her haste to be naked and mounting the handsome Vilmar. He lay beneath her as she straddled him, moaning as she brutally pumped at his shaft. It was long, thick and purple-hued and she was desperate to have it inside her.

She manoeuvred into position, sinking down on the hard flesh to a bestial cry from Vilmar that she barely paid heed to. She began to move up and down immediately, using the man beneath her to further her own pleasure. She stroked herself as she rode Vilmar, slamming down and squeezing her inner muscles rhythmically. He writhed and groaned , the sounds fuelling Melissa's rampant desires even more until, with a shriek, she came shuddering pleasurably to collapse on top of Vilmar's body, unknowing and uncaring whether he had come or not.

Slowly, she began to rouse and tried to lift her leaden body from the motionless, silent man. With a whimper, she realised she could not, and then opened her mouth to scream as she saw the reason why. Dark tendrils had emerged from Vilmar's body to penetrate her own. The sound was cut off before it could emerge by a long, thick lizard-like tongue that flicked from Vilmar's mouth to her own. She gladly gave into the darkness.

And jerked awake still in the chair. 

She blinked dazedly at Vilmar. He somehow did not look as desirable as he had when she had first seen him. He seemed much older, his hair greyer and his face more lined. She frowned. Her wine glass was empty, although she did not remember drinking more than a couple of sips. Both of them were fully dressed. Had she had some kind of erotic dream? She blushed, uncertain.

"I took the liberty of calling a taxi for you, Melissa," Vilmar said, his voice sounding harsher than Melissa remembered. "I could see you were beginning to nod off and I have an account with this firm. It will be my pleasure to pay for your trip back to your hotel."

Melissa swallowed. She did not remember telling Vilmar where she was staying, but leaving seemed to be a good idea. Something about the man 'felt' wrong. She could scarcely believe she had been so stupid as to go into a strange man's house. She plastered a smile on her face as she stood.

"Thank you," she said, eying the door, wondering if it would be too rude to ask to wait outside.

"It was most enjoyable, having you here," Vilmar said.

Melissa shuddered, trying to hide behind a fake smile. She almost sobbed with relief as the taxi pulled up outside the cottage.

"Goodbye," Vilmar said, his tone mocking as Melissa scurried out of the house as fast as her legs would move.

Vilmar paid her no more attention than he would anything that was no longer of use to him. He stood in front of the mirror again and this time Melissa's face gazed back at him.

"Aren't you going to invite me in, Levon?" The image spoke with Vilmar's voice, but the necromancer knew the voice would be easily mimicked. Tomorrow Levon would be given to the darkness as promised and Davin would be his. Not even Cole and Kiran could stop him.

****

Kiran and Cole were concerned at how long Levon slept, however they could detect no malevolence surrounding their friend and his occasional mutterings seemed to indicate his memories were emerging. However, their worry was quickly diverted by the feel of a multitude of small bodies trying to force their way past the walled defences. Many were dying, but the defence was primarily intended to repel a single concentrated effort to breach them, not many simultaneous smaller attacks.




Friends and Lovers



"Imps," Cole growled. "But why?"

"They don't know themselves," Kiran replied as they raced from Levon's room. He delayed long enough to inscribe a rune of protection on Levon's door, knowing it was almost certainly useless against Vilmar, but compelled to protect his friend as best he could. "Vilmar is mounting his final attack against us, the zenith approaches."

"What can we do?" Cole asked desperately.

"Try and protect those we love," Kiran replied, pressing his lips against his lover's.

"Take care, my light," Cole said, giving the lithe form a last lingering embrace and caressing his husband's small swell.

"And you, my dark warrior. Come back safe to us, to my arms, to my heart."

Cole ran from the house, racing around the perimeter blasting off the wall the small bodies that were acting as insulation against the protective spell

Kiran hurried towards Olivia's quarters. He tried to smile reassuringly at the bemused older woman.

"I need you to stay in your rooms, Olivia," he said, sketching another protective rune. "I don't think anyone will come after you, but I need to know I've done all I can to keep you safe."

"Black magic, master Kiran?" Olivia asked fearfully.

"After today you will know how the house's story ends, my friend," Kiran smiled.

"You and Cole could escape. The darkness does not seek you," she added, looking behind Kiran as if she could see the danger.

"No, Olivia. Win or lose, we must protect our friends. They cannot help themselves against the darkness. It has been a pleasure to have you in the house these last few months. I enjoyed the presence of one who can see the fey for what they are."

"My blessing be upon you and Cole," Olivia said. She received a nod of thanks as she closed the door.

****

Levon awoke instantly seeking the warmth of his husband.

Davin!

He remembered everything: Vilmar's unwanted attentions, the fight, his lover's disappearance. It was Davin that he had been seeking. Cole had clearly taken him away to safety to recover from Vilmar's attack. It was Levon's intention to return to the attic where he inexplicably felt he would find the answer to his questions, but a feminine voice halted his progress as he reached the stairwell. He gazed down towards the front door. Standing in the open doorway was Melissa. He frowned, wondering how she had found him. She was looking fearfully around at the bodies of imps that writhed in unseen torment, her eyes beseeching him. He ran downstairs, not wanting harm to come to the innocent woman.

"Levon, what are they? What's happening?" Melissa asked.

"Come inside quickly," Levon said, extending his hand.

At his direct invitation to safely cross the threshold, Melissa stepped forward, a cold smile replacing the fake fear.

"Always so honourable, so moral, Levon. Foolish mortal, so easily manipulated." A disdainful wave of Vilmar's hand and Levon went spinning across the wooden floor to lie moving. "And because of your concern for others, Davin will be mine."

****

Cole found the breach in the wall and raced back to the house to find Kiran running towards him. Golden green locked with silver blue and silent promises of love and devotion were exchanged as the men ran into the house. They did not see the still form of Levon which lay almost at the kitchen doors. They were focused on the malignant presence upstairs and they raced to protect Davin.

Vilmar waited for them with a contemptuous sneer on his face. He let them sidle around him to place themselves between him and the stone that Levon had worked on.

"I have decided to let Kiran live, Cole. Of course Levon and you will die. I'm certain that once Davin knows his lover is dead and that Kiran and his unborn are at my mercy, he will deny me nothing to protect them. It will be far more gratifying to have Davin aware of his actions when he pleasures me, rather than mindless obedience. "

"You haven't won yet," Cole growled as he put himself slightly in front of his lover as they prepared to fight.

Darkness reached outwards from Vilmar and shapeless shadows began to circle around the room. The air seemed heavy with oppression, but Cole and Kiran glowed with golden and silver light that duelled with the darkness. They had no intentions of making it easy for Vilmar.

****

Levon moaned as he was roughly shaken awake.

"Hurry to the attic. Hurry before Vilmar destroys that which is beautiful and pure. Go and call Davin to your side."

Levon's eyes snapped open, his aches forgotten. As he reached the attic doorway, he paused. The air was thick with menace. Dark shadows danced on the walls and ceilings and swirled around the three men. Cole and Vilmar still stood, but Kiran was on his knees, pained cries escaping his lips as dark shadows darted to touch him and then retreat. They seemed to be steadily draining him, whereas Cole was engaged in a duel with the witch. He crept silently into the room, to kneel in front of the stone. He took hold of what he now perceived as an outstretched hand, even though it remained visible as unshaped stone.

"Come to me, Davin. Let us be free of this man and his curse. Make me whole again. Come back to me, my heart. I love you, angel. I need you."

Cole felt the power attacking him flutter infinitesimally. Then it retreated slightly, as did the shadows that mounted their sniper attacks on his weakening husband. He reached down and a pale hand stretched upwards and Cole tried to infuse his lover with some of his own rapidly waning strength.

"NO! It cannot be!" Vilmar roared his fury, but as he tried to divert his energy to attack Levon, the darkness bounced off a golden shield.

"I feel you, angel. Come back to me, Davin. Yes!" Levon cried his triumph as, where his hand touched what had hitherto been stone, he now felt and saw warm, pink flesh. 

As more of the stone became flesh, Vilmar's body became stone in its stead, the necromancer screaming futilely. The shadows coalesced and began to circle around the witch's stone feet. As more of his body became petrified, the higher the circling darkness reached.

"Almost, love. Almost . Yes, yes, yes," Levon crowed his triumph as Davin knelt beside him. Naked, dazed, but warm, beautiful and alive.

"L...Levon?" Davin croaked in a voice unused in a year. He did not know how the fight with Vilmar was going, but Levon was there in front of him. He moved his body, which felt incredibly stiff and the two men met in a loving embrace.

Even as Levon's arms encircled his lover, he heard Cole's warning shout.

"The curse is broken, but the darkness still wants what it is owed."

Levon's body blanketed his mate's in the same way Cole protected Kiran. 

The darkness swirled around the petrified form of Vilmar, the statue's mouth open wide in a silent scream of fear, denial and agony. It got darker, thicker and the statue trembled as it circled faster and faster, spinning with dizzying speed.

Cole watched as the stone vibrated until it cracked and fragmented, the fragments becoming dust which were absorbed by the darkness which then vanished through the ceiling, allowing light in the attic once more.

"Levon?" Davin spoke again, as his lover peppered his face with kisses. Something was wrong. He could *feel* it. The pair jumped apart as they heard Kiran's agonised voice.

"Cole. I'm losing our child."

"Baby?" Davin queried. Kiran had not been pregnant when all this had happened with Vilmar. He knew instinctively much more had happened than he remembered, but that could wait. He crawled over to his friend awkwardly, his body stiff as though he had been in a single position for a long time. "Kiran?" Davin breathed as he reached to try and stem the blood already seeping through the blond's clothes. "What can I do?"

"Nothing, little one," Kiran said, through gritted teeth as Cole cradled him in his lap. "My pregnancy was an unplanned joy, but the strains Vilmar's evil put upon me were too great. But I take happiness in reuniting you with your soul-mate and I will recover in time. Oh, Cole, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Kiran's voice trailed into a keening of pain and sorrow as his lover rocked his body.

"No, No, no," Davin cried. "It's not fair, it's not right." His hands remained pressed over Kiran's abdomen, but he could see the blood beginning to seep through his fingers.

"Sometimes life isn't fair, little one,"

"Olivia?" Levon asked from Davin's side. Although the woman he looked at was young, majestic and golden, he was certain he could see something of the elderly cook in the face and eyes.

"Lady," Cole said, his voice reverent as he recognised one of his world's oldest and powerful denizens.

"However, it would indeed be unfair and wrong for Cole and Kiran, who have suffered so much already to keep you safe from Vilmar, to lose their much wanted, if unexpected, child.

She swept a hand over Kiran's pain-wracked body, a golden light enveloping his abdomen and travelling up Davin's hands.

"The...the pain is fading," Kiran whispered, his voice filled with awe. "Thank you, my Lady."

"Carry and bear your child in health and happiness, Kiran. Mind that you invite me to his presentation ceremony. I will be watching over you all."

****

The four men sat in Levon and Davin's bedroom, ensconced in comfortable armchairs with steaming mugs of indulgent hot chocolate at their sides. Levon had Davin on his lap, touching, nuzzling or kissing his beautiful husband almost continually. Kiran was cradled on Cole's lap, both men caressing his small bump.

"So I've been gone for...for a year?" Davin asked, trying to make sense of all he was hearing.

"You wouldn't have felt anything. You were in limbo; it was the safest place for you. Vilmar could find no trace of you. Cole took Levon halfway around the world and used his power to shield him from Vilmar. In the year that passed, Cole and I met just once, needing to reconnect after an absence from each other that we had not endured since becoming bound to each other. It was that night I became pregnant," Kiran explained.

"Levon's recovery was much slower than we anticipated because we didn't realise he thought Vilmar had taken you. Whilst his body recovered, his mind remained closed and when he did awaken, he'd lost his memory. We feared that simply trying to explain things would make things worse. We were sure that Levon's love and devotion to you would reassert itself. And it did."

"You now, it's strange," Levon murmured, rubbing his chin against the top of Davin's head. I'm already struggling to remember my time in your sanatorium."

Kiran and Cole glanced at each other.

"Perhaps it is because you are reunited," Cole said. 

"Or it may be a gift of the Lady," Kiran offered. "Davin will always remember things as one single battle. It may be that you come to remember the same and not the months of physical and mental recovery you endured." He gave a sudden yawn that he hid in Cole's broad chest. He smiled, blushing pinkly, at his mate.

"I think it's time to take you to bed, my love," the dark man said solicitously. He could see the tiredness in his lover's normally crystal clear orbs. He stood effortlessly, cradling his husband to his chest. "Sleep well, my friends," he called to Davin and Levon as he left them alone.

"Are you tired, love?" Levon asked.

"A little, but I need you more, Levon. I need to know this isn't a dream," Davin husked. 

Levon stood, his hands shaking as he undid the tie of the blue silk robe that covered his husband's nakedness. He stared in awe at the honeyed tones of his mate's skin. Tremulously he reached to touch a flat brown nub peeking from lush chest fur. It tightened immediately to a low moan of pleasure from Davin's lips. Levon guided the smaller man to the bed and straddled the slim hips. His mouth reacquainted itself with all of Davin's sweetnesses; the eager lips, the cinnamon nipples, the silken skin. Soft sounds of pleasure and delight spilling from Davin's lips urged the bigger man lower, to the rigid shaft that lay curling towards Davin's toned abdomen.

Davin let out a cry when Levon's mouth moved lower still and closed over the tip of his erection. A steady suction began instantly and it drove Davin mad with need, want and love. Warmth and wetness enveloped him as Levon took him deeper into his mouth: inch by slow, tortuous, wonderful inch. Davin's head thrashed, auburn curls flying, gasping as his full length was finally swallowed. The fingers that were on the base of his shaft now slid down. Davin mewled when the older man touched his sacs, cupping each in his palm in turn, squeezing and rolling softly. 

Levon moved his mouth up and down his young husband's shaft, moving his tongue against the overheated flesh. He teased the slit with his tongue, drinking the intoxicating, salty-sweet elixir and heard Davin whimper. Levon brought both hands against the smaller man's hips. He needed to be in control of this. He applied gentle but insistent pressure, to hold the younger man in place. He took Davin's entire length into his mouth again and began suckling in earnest.

"Oh, Levon," Davin moaned, thrusting as much as his limited movements would allow into the hot, wet mouth.

Levon could feel Davin's need for release. He knew his mate was close from the way he writhed, moaned and begged. Levon sucked harder in response. He took one hand off Davin's hip and brought it between his furred thighs. He teased and stroked Davin's sac and heard a wanton moan. Levon sucked harder, growling approvingly as his lover came undone at his touches. *His* mate. *His* husband. Hollowing his cheeks he stroked a finger against Davin's entrance, a barely-there touch over the intimate area before pressing against tightly-furled flesh. It was then that Davin came, a low moan of Levon's name accompanying his spilling into his husband's mouth. Levon milked the younger man, drinking all he could offer. When he had swallowed the last, Levon reluctantly let the softened flesh fall from his lips.

Davin urged the bigger man up and drove his tongue into Levon's mouth, tasting the heady mix of his own release and Levon's unique flavour. His body still tingled from the after effects of the Golden Lady's touch on Kiran. It seemed to be increasing Davin's arousal, although the younger man was certain he needed no added stimulus to desire and want his husband. 

"Love me, Levon. Love me now," he husked, fondling at the hard, heavy erection between his mate's thighs.

"Yes," Levon growled. He reached into the bedside locker and produced an unopened tube. He coated his fingers quickly with the cool, viscous fluid, as he did; Davin drew up his knees, offering his aching void. Levon moved to kiss the tiny aperture, purring as it fluttered under his lips. He sank a single finger in molten heat to a groan from both men. Davin seemed to relax quickly and Levon eagerly inserted a second digit, coating the blood hot walls and stretching the tight sheath. A third crowed into the narrow channel and Levon could feel Davin's impatient riding of his fingers.

Kneeling back, the big man slathered the cool gel onto his burning rod. He needed to be inside his husband with an ache that was physical in its intensity. He watched as blue orbs, almost black with desire, watched riveted to his every move.

"Fill me, Levon. Love me, love me," Davin said, writhing to entice the older man into taking him.

Positioning his plum-hued flesh at Davin's glistening portal, Levon surged forward to fill his young husband in one fluid motion. He held still, groaning softly at the ripples around his already sensitised organ, forcing his simmering climax to subside. He was *not* going to come so quickly. Once the initial urgency had abated, he began a slow movement, ensuring he swept his flesh over Davin's jewel.

Davin felt the burn of his lover inside his body merge with the residual tingling to send a fire of arousal coursing through his veins. His arms wrapped around his husband, pulling Levon down to plunder his mouth to the same rhythm that the older man set with his hips, thrusting deep and slow into welcoming heat. His legs wrapped tightly around Levon's hips. Bracing his heels against solid gluteus muscles, Davin used them to meet every thrust from Levon with a movement of his own. His renewed erection was trapped between their bodies, sweat and pre-come easing it between their stomachs.

Levon broke the kiss to pant wetly before attacking the golden collarbone and fragile throat leaving a trail to denote his possession, his desire, his adoration for this beautiful and incredible man who had gifted him with unconditional love so many years before. He could never, would never tire of loving and making love with Davin. He felt his body poised on the abyss of ecstasy as he pounded harder, faster, deeper, Davin making wordless sounds of passion and need from kiss-swollen lips. The desire was too great and the sensations too much, he heard the roar of his mate's name as his seed erupted into the contracting channel, the older man too lost in his own climax to realise that Davin had come simultaneously, his release pulsing hot and wet between their convulsing bodies.

With the last of his strength and awareness, Levon rolled their bodies as the most intense and satisfying orgasm he had ever experienced finally began to abate. He tucked Davin's head under his chin, wrapping his arms protectively and possessively around the smaller form, enjoying the pleasing aftershocks and had no memory of his eyes closing, a look of bliss and contentment on both men's faces.

****

Four months later

"The baby just made a noise," a worried voice whispered.

"It was a gurgle. Babies gurgle when they're happy. He's fed and changed and happy. You need to get used to these noises, my love."

The baby, lying in a Moses basket in the garden in the warmth of the glorious blue-skied day, gave another delighted gurgle as he tried to catch the golden dust mote that teased him. His hair was golden brown and his eyes silver green. His hands waved at the mote as it danced and dived above him before he settled into sleep.

"Are you sure ... oh that's nice." The concerned voice gave a murmur of appreciation at the movement of his mate's sure hand on his engorged flesh. It was a slow, steady stroking that would bring him to a climax and relax him fully.

"Leave him to me and let yourself go, my love." The second voice was loving and solicitous.

The dust mote hovered above the cradle as Levon pleasured Davin, the smaller man's body swollen with the child he carried. It gave a shimmy before moving closer to the couple. 

"Do you think the Lady knew I would become pregnant?" Davin panted as his body neared its climax. "It was my dearest wish I could give you children. Oh, Levon, Levon, love." A gentle climax saw pearlescent seed spill over Levon's hand and the bump at Davin's abdomen. 

"Kiran and Cole think so. You're displaying all the same signs and stages of pregnancy that Kiran did. He's a bearer and it would appear, at least for now, you are, too. There are just two more months to go before we will have our own baby, beloved."

"Love you, Levon, so much," Davin said in sated tones.

"And I you," Levon smiled.

Davin moaned softly as his lover's tongue cleansed him and a light sheet covered his nakedness. He was asleep before Levon had finished his caring ministrations, a hand on his stomach and a smile on his lips.

The dust mote hovered as Levon ensured his mate was comfortable, the baby was sleeping and then settled himself to mould his bigger frame around his husband. His hand covered Davin's and his face bore the same contented smile. It shimmied once more before floating to another part of the garden. 

Here the noises of pleasure were more intense.




Friends and Lovers



Kiran was astride his dark mate, the bigger man moaning and thrusting upwards as Kiran rode him. The blond's hair was a golden waterfall, cascading over the slender back and shoulders, the sun making it shine and shimmer. His head was tilted back as he panted, holding to Cole's thighs to help him rise and fall as he pleasured them both. The hardness inside him rubbed his hidden sweetness deliciously. Cole's hands tenderly worked his swollen and reddened nipples and the small swell of his breasts. His erection bobbed elegantly, pre-come dripping onto Cole's furred abdomen, both men ignoring it for the moment, trying to draw out the lovemaking.

"Close, my light," Cole rasped, finally stroking his mate's begging shaft to a mewl of delight from his lover. 

Kiran shimmied on Cole's shaft, squeezing the organ with his inner muscles as Cole pulled on his swollen member. Their climaxes hit simultaneously, Kiran adorning Cole's furred chest with the evidence of his love and the big male's living essence driving deep into his welcoming depths. As their orgasms slowly abated, Kiran settled on Cole's still-heaving chest to nuzzle happily at a thick, dark nipple.

"I love you, Kiran," Cole murmured, stroking his mate's golden tresses to contented sounds of pleasure.

"Love you," Kiran purred. "Davin and Levon will make wonderful parents. We will have to arrange a joint presentation and make sure the Lady is invited. By the time Davin has birthed we will need to be more careful about lovemaking. Breastfeeding ensures I cannot become pregnant now, but that stops in two months." He nuzzled impossibly closer, his inner muscles still gripping tight to Cole, unwilling to break the intimate connection too soon.

"Of course, my love," Cole rumbled, a hidden smile playing on his lips. "I wouldn't want you pregnant as soon as you stop feeding our child." He paused, his smile widening. "The month after will be time enough." 

He waited for Kiran's reaction trying to contain his mirth.

The blond head shot up, silvery eyes wide with shock and then Kiran saw the shaking shoulders of his husband.

"Bare-footed and pregnant, is that it, my love?" Kiran teased. "Is that how you want me, my dark warrior?"

"I want everything of you I can have, Kiran," Cole said, gazing adoringly into his mate's shining eyes. "To love you, to make love with you, to make children with you. To simply bask in your love, to be in your presence and share my life with you. Everything."

"Everything I have or am is yours, my husband," Kiran smiled. "You have only to ask it of me."

"Love me forever," Cole husked, framing to beautiful face above him.

"You know I will," Kiran said.

"Just as I will you," Cole purred, pulling Kiran down for a deep, satisfying kiss.

The dust mote floated away before resolving into the form of the Golden lady who smiled benevolently. She had been certain her gift was well-deserved. Levon and Davin's child would be born with fey abilities and by carrying and bearing him, Davin would possess the fey gift of longevity. Her bequest to their child would be to grant Levon the same longevity. In doing so, she would also be granting the unspoken wish of Cole and Kiran for their friends to live a long life with them. Her laughter was soft and musical. 

Long indeed.



Friends and Lovers



"I have given you all I can, but you're not holding up your end of the bargain."

Nearly speechless, Madelyn Jensen looked at her boyfriend of nearly a year. He wasn't kidding. "My end of the bargain?"

"You're supposed to be my girlfriend, but whenever Ryder Caufield calls, you jump."

"Ryder and I own a business together, Scott. Why shouldn't I talk to him?"

Throwing his hands up, Scott began pacing. "You're in love with him, Madelyn. I can't play second fiddle anymore. I kept thinking you'd move past it, but no matter how much I want to I can't deal with it- with him."

She was ready to deny everything, but what he was saying might have more than a grain of truth to it. "Of course I love Ryder. He's my best friend, my partner." 

"Uh-huh," he tossed back sarcastically.

"He and I have never..." She trailed off as her mind began to play images of what she'd never done with Ryder.

"I never said you cheated, I said you were in love with the man. I see you with him, hear you with him... I'm not doing it anymore." With that, he walked out of her house, not even bothering to slam the door behind him.

She stood in her foyer for a long time after Scott walked out. Was she in love with Ryder? 

~*~

"Do you think I'm in love with Ryder?" Madelyn didn't bother with pleasantries when her twin sister answered the phone. She could always count on Rosalyn for a straight answer. What she didn't expect was Roz's raucous laughter at the question.

After catching her breath, Roz answered, "Of course you are. You have been for ten years. Why are you just now asking the question?"

"I... Scott walked out an hour ago because of it."

"I imagine it was hard to date you." She paused for so long, Madelyn pulled her phone from her ear to insure they were still connected. Finally, Rosalyn continued, "How many boyfriends have you had in the last ten years?" 

This time it was Madelyn's turn to be quiet for a long time, eventually answering, "If you count Matt, four."

"I don't know if I would count Matt. You were dating him when you met Ryder. Hell, didn't you meet him with Matt's dick in your mouth?"

Now, there was a story she wished she'd never told Roz. Madelyn had been dating Matt Keene for two weeks before she agreed to go back to his dorm room. She had been on her knees for less than five minutes when Ryder came home. As soon as he walked in, Matt had exploded in her mouth. At the time, she hadn't thought much about it, but as she continued to date Matt, she discovered his penchant for exhibitionism. She had been fucked in almost every public area on campus by the end of their relationship. Over the course of the semester, she learned Matt wasn't happy if he wasn't performing in one capacity or another and she wasn't exciting enough. The next semester she had found herself in a business accounting class with Ryder. Before long, they had fallen into an easy friendship. Now, she didn't know what to do to move it to a different level.

"Yes, sis. You'll never let me live that down, but he never brings it up." 

"I wonder if he wishes it had been him you were sucking off. If you're really honest with yourself, do you wish that too?" 

"Damn Roz, why did you ask that question that way?" 

"Well, c'mon, Mad. Answer the question. You know I am obligated as your older sister to ask that question. The man is fine. You know that and I know it too."

"Ahh, yes. Those two minutes you have on me make all the difference, my wise and sage sister."

Fighting through a mean fit of giggles, Rosalyn pressed on. "Answer me, Mad. When you see Ryder, what's the first thought in your head? Does your heart speed up, and your body get warm? Or do you just think 'best friend'?"

Madelyn pulled the phone from her ear again. Was Roz in her head? Twins were purported to have a close to telepathic connection, and even though Roz was in California, she had nailed Madelyn's reaction. Taking a deep breath, she answered, "Yes. God, I have wanted him since day one. He gets me, Roz. He knows me, he listens to me."

"And you are so in love with him, you can't see straight. So.... Why are you talking to me instead of going to him?" Rosalyn pressed.

"What the hell am I supposed to do? Walk up to him and declare my undying love? Seduce him?"

"Yes."

"Yes? Yes to what?"

"You should seduce him. Men respond to sex better than declarations of undying love, just look at Gray and me."

"You barely knew Gray when you started fucking his brains out."

"It worked, didn't it?"

~*~

Oblivious to Madelyn's plotting, Ryder spent the following Friday as he would any other, managing Mimosa. It had been a good day, but with Month End came reports and sales tax duties. Reporting, trending and the requisite spreadsheets were right up his alley, but taxes were Mad's job. Just where was she? Pushing the thought aside, he turned his attention to the tickets, noting what was ordered and on what day at what time. With spring finally upon them, he noticed fresh fruits were getting a lot of play as well as surprisingly, Eggs Benedict. 

As he was highlighting the interesting parts of the report, he heard a noise and looked up. Holy shit! Madelyn was here and she was wearing only a black satin bra with a matching thong and stilettos. Her hair hung loose to her shoulders, and she had accented her sea green eyes with shimmer and lashes. Breathless and instantly hard, all he could do was gape.

This was it. The time to make it or break it. She sauntered across to room to lean against his desk. "I'm tired of fighting this, Ryder." 

"Fighting?"

"I want you. I have for years," she declared.

He stared at the auburn-haired beauty determined to seduce him. It wouldn't take much. Like her, he'd been fighting the attraction, but never imagined she felt the same way. "You can have me, but what happened to Scott?" He asked. She might be his ideal woman, but he wasn't going to take her if she still belonged to someone else.

She stared at this man, the man she had only just realized she'd been in love with for most of her adult life. He had long ago tossed his blazer into her desk chair, the rolled the sleeves of his French blue shirt accentuating the muscles in his arms. His chocolate hair was in disarray, she knew it was because he'd raked his fingers through it as he went over reports. 

With a smile, she answered, "He broke up with me. Told me he was tired of playing second fiddle to the man I was really in love with." As she said it, she moved close enough to place her hand on his chest.

"The man you're really in love with, huh? And he thought that was me?" He wanted to hear her say it.

Unable to keep her hands off him any longer, she slid into his lap facing him. As she framed his face in her hands, she captured his lips in a scorching kiss, tongues tangling. When she reluctantly broke the kiss, she stared into his pale blue eyes, admitting, "I'm in love with you." 

He slid his hand up to cradle her head and kissed her thoroughly, enjoying the feel of her on his lap. Between kisses, he told her what she had been waiting to hear for what now seemed like forever, "I love you too, Madelyn."

She ground against his cock as she tore at his dress shirt. When she pulled the tails free from his waistband, she ran her hands across the hard muscles of his chest, reveling in the strength there. Breathless from the feel of him, she asked the obvious question, "Why the hell did we wait so long?" 

Instead of answering her, he pulled her into another tumultuous kiss, tossing his shirt on the floor with one hand while the other tore the bra off her body. Once her breasts were bared, he took time with her nipples, rolling them into hard peaks as he dipped his hand beneath her thong, sliding two fingers into her hot, tight channel his thumb massaging her clit, all the while ravaging her mouth. 

Ryder was touching her, and it was almost too much. She rode his fingers until she came with a cry. "I need you." She told him as she ripped open his slacks. He was rock hard and huge, and she couldn't wait to have him. She wrapped her hand around his length, sliding her hands over the velvety softness over steel.

It was more than he could take. "I'm sorry," he told her, as he removed her hand. "The first time will be fast. We'll make up for it later." With that sentiment, he shifted her thong and surged inside. 

She moved over him with abandon, loving how he filled her. This was passion, she thought as she rode him, shoving his cock into her again and again, stretching her perfectly. 

This was his fantasy, Madelyn riding him, kissing him, milking his cock when she came. He warned her he wouldn't last long, and he hadn't lied. As soon as Madelyn shattered again, he followed her.

She collapsed against him, marveling in the connection and the fact they had never admitted to the attraction or the love before now. "Marry me," she whispered against his neck.

Surprised, he whispered back, "Do you mean it?"

"I do."

He kissed her before he replied, "As soon as possible; we've wasted enough time." 



Friends and Lovers



Tracy Robinson had a hard and fast rule: Do NOT, under any circumstances, never, ever, ever fool around with a married man. She'd been married and cheated on and she remembered all too well the pain it caused her. In her mind there was no valid, justifiable reason to date someone who she knew was going to be a liar from the very beginning; she had enough respect for herself to not date someone else's man. Because she was bisexual, the same theory applied to women as well. Women were slightly different in that she rarely, if ever, had a married woman trying to seduce her. Most women weren't after illicit sex and extramarital liaisons with random other women so while Tracy felt morally righteous and superior for saying on principle that she never messed around with a married woman, the instances of her being tempted by a married woman were almost non-existent. 

Tracy was the kind of woman who felt comfortable adhering to rules. She'd served in the military for 20 years and was now enjoying her life pursuing her dreams of becoming an artist. In many ways, it was the exact opposite of the strict, rigid life she'd had in The Army. She could stand in front of a canvas for hours, sometimes forgetting to eat, on only two or three hours of sleep a night, and paint to her heart's content. Several local galleries were showing her work and while the sales were few and far between, they were enough to keep her motivated to continue her passion. Her military pension paid the bills so she was comfortable and happy. Single life wasn't necessarily to her liking but she wasn't so desperate to be in relationship that she would jump at the first man who showed her attention either. Her 40th birthday was coming up, she was relatively content in life, and didn't really have a care in the world. 

When they say that life has a way of knocking you off your feet, sometimes that can be literal. In her garden pulling weeds one day, Tracy made a wrong move and ended up face up in amongst her gardenias unable to move. If it hadn't been for her trusty letter carrier happening along, she might have been there for hours. After a very brief stint in the local hospital, she ended up in the VA for rehabilitation and physical therapy. She'd injured her back in the military years before and it had a habit of acting up every once in a while, but after a few days rest, it might literally be years before another flare up. If her blood sugar hadn't been so out of control, she would have been released with the usual, "Take care, don't over-exert yourself, take two pain killers and call me in the morning," shtick. The combination of the medicine and the fact that she hadn't been eating well were causing her glucose levels to go up and down like a yo-yo, sometimes spiking to dangerous levels. They released her but with orders for a nurse to come visit her home for follow up visits and make sure she was getting insulin when and if she needed it and monitor her progress. Say what you want about the military, and disregarding the times when they occasionally drop the ball, their care for their own is beyond compare. 

Itching to get back to her canvases and ready to assume more responsibility for her health, Tracy started eating well and doing all the exercises they suggested she do for slowly strengthening her back muscles the minute she got home. If there was a regimen to be performed, Tracy could do it. She didn't want or need a nurse coming to check on her; she wanted to paint. Twice a week, whether she wanted it or not, a nurse was to come to check on her until the doctor released her. The first day Karen showed up, Tracy tried her best to be polite but it was more than apparent that she was frustrated and anxious about someone taking care of her. Karen was respectful of the retired Major, even calling her Ma'am. She was warm, gracious, and a highly competent nurse as well. Tracy insisted, "Do not call me Ma'am. I'm not in the military anymore." The two ladies had a rapport immediately. While she could have been in and out in twenty minutes, Karen stayed for almost an hour, getting to know her new patient and asking all sorts of questions to ensure that she was getting the best care possible and that her recovery was imminent. Karen was very personable, meaning she liked getting to know her patients in order to provide them with the absolute best care. She felt like it was her responsibility to extend herself to her patients, to be a friend to them. 

Karen was, for all intents and purposes . . . well . . . not exactly the complete physical opposite of Tracy, but there were some significant differences. Other than the obvious difference in race, Tracy being Black and Karen being white; Tracy was taller than average, Karen was of average height. They both had similar builds but Karen had recently given birth and was nursing and the owner of very large, very sensitive breasts. They were both very attractive women who didn't feel a need to flaunt it and downplayed their attractiveness out of sensibility and practicality. The two women hit it off immediately and seemed to become friends from essentially day one. There was that connection, that intangible bond you get sometimes when you meet someone and you feel as if you've known them forever. Or, at the very least, that you can open up to them in ways you can't with others. Karen hadn't even been coming two full weeks when Tracy started looking forward to her visits. They would break up the monotony of her day, provide her company, and she enjoyed sharing her artwork with Karen. 

One day, Karen stopped by on a day she wasn't scheduled to visit. She said she just wanted to check up on Tracy. The visit lasted almost two hours and the women talked about life, love, and everything else under the sun. It was that day that Tracy realized that the chemistry she shared with Karen was more than platonic. It was that night that Tracy allowed herself to have her very first fantasy about Karen. She lay in bed, tossing and turning, fantasizing about her new friend. Her hormones raged and her body ached to explore a more physical, sensual connection with the woman who had mandatory access to her home two times a week. Because she had been compelled to keep her sexuality secret and hidden in the military, Tracy had been accustomed to not opening up to anyone but potential lovers about her preferences. The newly emerging artist in Tracy was different. It was almost as if the minute she picked up a paint brush, she became committed to telling the truth, with her art and with her heart. 

"Hey friend, come on in," Tracy said as she opened the door widely to greet Karen on her next scheduled visit. This time, rather than her hands and clothes being covered in paint, she was wearing a teal colored blouse and jeans that would be what she'd wear on a casual date with a man. She watched for Karen's reaction carefully as she undid the buttons on her shirt to reveal a black lace push up bra as she listened to her heart. Tracy rested her right hand on Karen's thigh as she pricked the finger on her left hand to test her blood sugar. Still no response. Karen seemed to be oblivious to any sexual tension and went about her business professionally and reported that she would in fact be telling the doctor that Tracy was cleared for release. 

Visibly saddened, Tracy sighed and said, "I'm going to miss you, friend. It's been great getting to know you over this short period of time." 

"Oh, I can still stop by and see you," Karen responded. "I have other patients in the area and I would be more than happy to stop by and check on you every once in a while." She added, "You know, my life is so routine, so predictable. I've been married to the same man for fifteen years, we've been in a relationship since high school; I've been in the military for more than a decade. I'm a mom and a wife and a nurse. You're an artist. I admire what you're doing. It's so, you know, different. I think what you're doing is fascinating and I love your work and I just think you're a really interesting, really nice person." It wasn't exactly what Tracy wanted to hear but it felt nice regardless and she knew Karen was being sincere. The last things she wanted to do was alienate her new friend so they hugged goodbye with promises of seeing one another again. 

Before the week was out, Karen called and asked if it was okay if she stopped by. Tracy was elated. She grabbed a bottle of wine, some cheese and crackers and set out a little tray. "I finished with all my patients early today and I just didn't feel like going home yet," Karen blurted out the second she walked in. "My sister is watching the baby and my older two have practice after school. I just needed a little adult time, I hope you don't mind." 

Mind? Was she crazy? Tracy was elated. Karen graciously accepted the offer of the chilled Pinot Grigio at 3:00 in the afternoon and nibbled on the smoked gouda and crackers. Nestled comfortably on her sofa, the two women continued to open up to one another in ways that far exceeded most burgeoning friendships. They were both revealing personal information about each other, about their sex lives, love lives, fears, dreams, frustrations, things that usually come after knowing someone a long time. As the proverbial clock struck 5, Karen had to leave and her car was barely out the driveway before Tracy had her vibrator out and was frantically stimulating her already aroused pussy. 

In the following weeks, the unscripted visits became more frequent, with Karen sometimes stopping by on her lunch breaks, after seeing all her patients, and even on her days off. The beauty of their conversations was that they were deep, raw, and honest, not at all superficial. Tracy didn't want to seem obvious, so some days she would offer herbal tea or juice, others nothing at all, and occasionally, when she thought she might get Karen to loosen up a bit more, she offered some form of alcohol, you know, all under the guise of being a gracious hostess. Her nights were tortured and sweaty, fantasizing about making love to her new friend, terrified she might lose her if she revealed her lust but aroused beyond belief by the connection. 

Eventually, Tracy knew it was time to reveal her true feelings. She decided she would do it with a painting. Inspired, the piece came to life and she invited her friend to her studio to reveal it. "It's not finished," she mumbled, terrified about being rejected as an artist and a friend. As Karen stared at the canvas, she could clearly make out two women who could not be confused for anyone other than herself and Tracy in a very intimate, semi-nude embrace. 

"Oh my! Is that who I think it is?" Tracy nodded, too scared to say anything at that moment. "I'm flattered," Karen said, trying to be careful not to hurt her friend's feelings. "You know . . . I'm not attracted to you like that, right? I just want to be friends." 

Tracy felt a sense of relief almost. It wasn't as if she wanted Karen to rip her clothes off and for them to fuck in the middle of the floor, it was more like she just needed her friend to see all of her, to know her truth, to not hide any parts of herself anymore. She felt free. She mumbled something about the chemistry and the connection they shared and apologized in ten different ways for making Karen uncomfortable and asked if they could just remain friends. For all of her infatuation, Tracy knew that Karen was married and she wasn't about to break that rule, even if the attraction was mutual. 

The dynamics of the relationship did change after that. Karen was more hesitant to come by, not because she didn't like Tracy any more but because she felt awkward. Tracy was gracious but offered no alcohol on their brief visits. Their conversations were more tentative and reserved for a few weeks. Before long, water found its own level and everything was back to being comfortable, with the small exception of the fact that they two didn't mention the sexual attraction thing. It didn't need to be mentioned. There was a growing sexual tension between the two women. They would sit closer together on the sofa, touch more. A bright lamp in the corner of the room would eventually become replaced by the soft glow of candlelight. Their hugs goodbye lasted longer and it was more than evident that Karen was beginning to trust Tracy in ways she never thought possible. 

"What's it like," Karen asked one day as she stared at her cup of tea, assuming Tracy would know immediately what she was talking about. 

Tracy did understand. The rapport they had built together was based on a certain level of non-verbal communication. "You mean being with another woman?" Karen nodded. "Well, it can be the most tender, gentle, sensual experience you've ever had, in a way that no man could ever touch you, kiss you or satisfy you. It can be just as intense and frenzied as fucking a man. Mostly, for me, the difference is there is no end objective. You know when you're with a man that everything he does is with one goal in mind, to get to the fucking. With a woman, there is no such agenda; it's all about the journey, not the destination. I've made love to a woman for eight hours once and my only goal was to get her to the very edge of orgasm and then stop over and over and over again. At the end of six hours, she was screaming for me to . . . " Tracy stopped in mid sentence. Karen was breathing heavy, visibly aroused, and her shirt showed signs of her breasts leaking. She leaned in close and tilted Karen's face towards hers, their lips virtually close enough for a kiss, making intense eye contact. "Are you okay?" 

"You know, I told John about . . . you know . . . about . . . well, I told him about the painting and everything. We aren't prudes by any means, we experiment like any other couple, watch porn, whatever we can to keep our sex life from being boring. It's just that you do get in a rut after you've been married a while, the same thing no matter how hard you try. He got really turned on when I told him. In fact, our sex life has been really great ever since I shared with him about . . . it, I mean us, I mean . . . you know what I mean. It's just that, I keep wondering what it would be like to . . . you know . . . well, I'm sure you know. The last thing I want to do is lead you on and I don't want to lose our friendship but I would be lying if I didn't tell you that I've been thinking about what it would be like." Karen was blushing and embarrassed but intimate enough with her friend to open up honestly. 

Tracy reached out and held her friend's hand. "I'll answer any questions you have and I won't stop being your friend. I won't do anything that will make you feel uncomfortable. I promise. I have a policy; I don't fool around with anyone who is married so we are pretty safe to talk about anything. It will go no further than that. If you want to talk about sex with me and go home and fuck your husband like crazy, that is just fine with me." 

They both laughed and hugged but the sexual tension was so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife. Karen gathered her things and bolted out there like lightning. Over the next few months, their relationship took on a new dynamic. Karen flirted, tempted, and teased and Tracy was holding fast to her rule about not fooling around with a married woman. Karen started forsaking her other friends, friends she's known since high school, to come spend time Tracy. She loved the feeling of freedom she got the very minute she walked through the door, the ability to tell the truth that she didn't have with her other friends. She loved the sexual tension and she had begun being more discriminate about the things she shared with her husband, not wanting him to know exactly how turned on she was getting sharing time with another woman. Karen knew that for all Tracy's integrity, she would never cross the line, so she felt nothing about teasing her friend, making not so subtle suggestions and then running out the door to the safety of her husband and married life. 

One night, a little after one in the morning, Karen, audibly upset, called Tracy and said, "Sorry to wake you, but John and I had a really bad fight, do you mind if I crash at your place? I just can't stand the thought of sleeping next to him right now. I need to get out of the house and I . . . well, I just want to come there to be honest." Tracy extended an offer for her friend to stay with her and said she would leave a key under the mat and the guest room ready for her whenever she got there. Karen was already on her way. 

Within a half hour, she was in Tracy's driveway and the key was under the mat as promised. She quietly let herself in and peeked in the guest room with towels on the end of the bed and a cute little gift basket of toiletries on the dresser. Tentatively, she walked past the guest room to Tracy's master bedroom. Curiosity had gotten the best of her and she had to find out what it was like in real life. She was desperate to know what it was like to make love to another woman. She tiptoed in and folded her clothes in a neat pile as she undressed completely. Tracy lay sleeping quietly. She pulled back the covers and crawled in bed, snuggling her body against the warmth of her friend's brown body. 

Tracy awoke immediately, still groggy but very sure that there was a naked body next to hers. "Karen, what are you doing? Don't do this. Please."

Tracy's words were silenced with a kiss. Karen placed her lips against Tracy's and they shared an intimate, tender kiss, like only two women can share. Again, Tracy protested. "Karen, I'm not strong enough to withstand this kind of pressure. What about John?"

"I need this. I want this! You want it too. Please, don't make me go. Make love to me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want to me but don't make me go." The words choked up in her throat as the tears came. She couldn't leave, she wouldn't leave. This wasn't just about some random fuck with a stranger to get off. This wasn't a cheap thrill. This was a woman she loved as a friend, cared about, shared with, and to whom she was strangely attracted. She wanted to experience the thing that she had tried to deny for months. There was no denying that her clit would throb and her pussy would get moist when she was with Tracy, when they were sitting back talking, at times not even about sex. There was no denying that when she was having sex with her husband, she was thinking about what it would feel like to have a woman's mouth on her, licking her, tasting her, eating her, about how different it would feel. 

She didn't have time to think too much about the ramifications of her actions. Tracy rolled over and positioned herself over Karen. Their legs intertwined. Karen reached up and pulled the t-shirt from Tracy's sleepy frame and tossed it to the floor. She felt sexy and wanted in the moment. 

"Are you sure you want this, want me?" 

Feeling more confident than she'd felt in a very long time, she reached up and placed her mouth on Tracy's. Their lips gently parted and their tongues found each other's. Electricity shot through Karen's body. Almost immediately, her pussy began to throb and pulse, getting wetter than she'd remembered in a very long time. A sound escaped her lips, one of pleasure and arousal. Tracy kissed her back and their kiss because more passionate but still very, extraordinarily sensual. Tracy kissed her way down Karen's neck, tasting her skin, pressing her lips to the erotic hot spots Karen had almost forgotten she had. Her body responded. She was writhing, twisting, panting and incredibly turned on. She'd imagined what it would be like to be with a woman but in her wildest imagination she had never thought that it would feel so excruciatingly erotic. By the time Tracy's lips got to her collar bone, sounds were escaping her lips that sounded strange to her own ears. 




Friends and Lovers



In the darkness of her bedroom, in the middle of the night, Tracy put aside all her misgivings about engaging in an affair with a married person and gave in to her desires. Before her was a sensual woman, a needy woman who deserved to be made love to and pleasured like she'd never experienced previously. The woman beneath her was a friend, a person she knew inside and out, a woman she had craved sexually for months. She took her time and prepared to pleasure and seduce Karen until she begged her to stop. 

If she had been given the opportunity to prepare, she would have had various toys and things like honey, ice cubes, satin sheets, a blindfold, and maybe even a hot all-girl movie ready. With nothing but her hands and mouth, she set to work. Unsure of how to handle the lactation thing, she decided to proceed slowly and let Karen decide how and where she should go. With that decision, she decided to lick everywhere but her nipples. Methodically, she kissed, licked, and erotically nibbled her way from Karen's collarbone to her belly button and back again, not missing a spot in between. 

Every nerve ending in Karen's body felt alive with excitement. She was tense and aroused and nervous all at the same time. She didn't know what to do with her hands so she gripped the sheets tightly and held on for dear life. Tracy took Karen's hands and placed them on her hips. Even in the darkness of night, she could see the contrast in skin tone, feel the softness of a woman's flesh. Her hands began to roam, gently caressing Tracy's curves. Tracy responded, "Mmmmm, that feels so nice. Don't stop. Oh, yeah, feel my tits." Karen froze momentarily and then took a deep breath and did just that. The weight, the fullness, the feeling of those hard, dark nipples in her hands was sensory overload. Something deep inside her, something instinctual made her want those nipples in her mouth. Without saying a word, Tracy knew and lowered her tits to her waiting mouth. 

Karen took to making love to a woman like a duck takes to water. She licked and kissed and softly sucked like she wanted to be sucked. She did it the way she knew deep in her gut would feel pleasurable. In that moment she understood what people meant when they said that only another woman knows how to pleasure a woman. Tracy was moaning, rubbing her pussy against Karen's thigh. It was slippery and hot and distracting. "Oh, Tracy, this is driving me crazy. Fuck me." 

Tracy responded with a smile. She turned Karen over and proceeded to kiss her way down her back, her thighs, all over her ass, her tongue leaving a wet trail down her spine. Karen had had enough of the tease and wanted more. Tracy grabbed her hips and pulled her to her knees, causing Karen to gasp for air. She gently parted the soft, pink folds of flesh that enveloped all that made Karen a woman and stared. Almost imperceptibly, she took her finger and gently caressed Karen's clit. In that moment Karen was 100% sure John had never touched her so softly, never found her spot so intentionally. She arched her back and let out a hiss. Her breathing was short, raspy. The sensation didn't last long as Tracy's fingertips explored further, softly touching and caressing her soaking wet pussy. The next sensation she felt was that of hot breath on her inner thighs, her ass, her pussy. It was as if Tracy was making love to her pussy with her eyes, not even touching it, just looking at it, examining it in a way no one had ever done before. Karen was chanting, "Eat me . . . lick me . . . fuck me . . . FUCK ME . . ." 

Reaching between her legs, Karen started to rub her own pussy but Tracy moved her hand away. She replaced her fingertip with her tongue and began to lick softly. Karen's words now were incoherent, she was speaking the language of supreme ecstasy. From her clit to her asshole and back again, Tracy tasted every inch of Karen's wet slit. She sucked where she was supposed to, licked in just the right spots. And just when Karen didn't think she could take any more teasing, Tracy took her fingers and pushed them inside Karen's dripping wet pussy. They probed and pushed all the right spots. That was enough to send her over the edge but Tracy had other plans. Flipping her over, holding her legs back, Tracy started licking her again. This time her focus was solely on her clit, she was going to bring her to orgasm with the flicking motion of her tongue. Karen grabbed Tracy's head and held it close as she sputtered profanities and practically screamed how good it felt. 

Just as Karen was about to reach her special moment, Tracy stopped. She climbed up Karen's body and kissed her again, letting her taste her own juices. Karen sucked her tongue feverishly. She felt out of control. She was caressing Tracy's body now, begging for release. She felt uninhibited, unrestrained by the fears and apprehensions she previously possessed. Then, there, it was about feeling good, nothing more, nothing less. She held up her tits to her friend. "Here, suck them." It was a symbolic gesture, symbolizing a closeness and a bond that the two friends shared. It was representative of giving her sexuality to a woman in a way that most would never share.

Tracy needed no further encouragement and lowered her mouth to the hardened nipples. Softly, she sucked. It wasn't about her pleasure, it was about the intimacy, connection, and passion between the two friends. As her mouth filled with the sweet, warm liquid, she heard Karen's gentle moans. Her own pussy was flowing freely now as her friend humped her thigh against her mound. She slid her fingers inside Karen again, this time, intending to give her an earth-shattering orgasm. At this point, Karen was so wet, the entire room was filled with the sounds of her being finger fucked. 

Both women were moaning, groaning, chanting, cursing. At the last minute, Tracy slid her body around and placed her pussy against Karen's. It was soft and wet and unlike anything Karen had ever felt before. They fucked each other. They rubbed their clits against one another, pink against pink, holding on to each other for dear life until they both felt the waves of impending pleasure overtake them. 

Karen slid out of bed in the early morning hours. She needed to get home to the kids before they started moving around. She softly kissed Tracy goodbye and whispered that she would call her later that afternoon. Tracy's heart dropped. She felt terrible about breaking her own rule. Karen comforted her as best she could under the circumstances, assured her that their friendship was important and she was unwilling to let it go. Tracy wasn't sure exactly what the future held for their friendship but she willing to face the consequences, come what may.



Friends & Lovers



It's Friday night and I'm standing alone outside of a bar with no intention of going back in. Meanwhile my friends are still inside drinking the night away with no intention of joining me. This had unfortunately become a Friday night tradition for me. Out front of the barr, people were drinking, smoking, making out and doing any number of other things that were routine for a Friday night; in short, they were having a great time. I'm a 23 year old just out of university; I should enjoy a night on the town with friends a lot more. But long story short, I've had enough striking out for one night. It's time to call it a night. 

I looked up and down the street for a taxi. Mercifully, there was one not too far away dropping people off at the bar across the street. I crossed the street swiftly, dodging people and traffic. In the corner of my eye, I saw a young girl my age in a black dress also running towards the same taxi. I was in no mood for chivalry and quickened my pace, almost knocking over a young couple in the process. Despite the high heels, the girl was just as fast and we both reached the taxi at the same time. She quickly swung open the door which hit me square in the chest, almost knocking me down to the curb. 

'Sorry,' she said with absolutely zero sincerity. 

'Yeah right. Go ahead, I'll take the next one,' I said, already scouting for another taxi. 

'Nate?' she asked with a voice that suddenly sounded familiar.

'Caroline!' I said excitedly; my mood suddenly bolstered.

Caroline closed the car door for a moment and gave me a warm hug. She wore a familiar black dress which I had seen on several occasions and had her long brown hair pulled back into a complicated knot behind her head. 

'I haven't seen you since graduation. How are you?' I asked.

The moment I asked, I knew it was a stupid question. She tried to hide it, but her mascara was slightly messed up, her eyes red and even her voice had a slight crack to it. She had the look of someone who had been crying and hastily tried to fix up her appearance. Not to mention I could smell the booze on her breath. She must've had some night. Despite that, she simply replied, 

'I'm good.'

'Really?' I asked, not hiding the fact that I clearly knew she wasn't.

Caroline hesitated for a moment before admitting, 'I broke up with Paul.' 

'I'm so sorry. I hadn't realised that was still going. Thought it ended ages ago.'

'Oh gee thanks,' she chuckled awkwardly, 'It actually ended only an hour ago. Well, technically about a month ago, but that's kind of a long story.' 

'Are you going to be okay?'

'Yeah, I'll be fine.'

Suddenly the taxi driver lowered the passenger side window and leaned across and got our attention.

'One of you needs to get in, I can't stay doubled parked on the street like this,' he said impatiently.

Caroline turned back at me and looked like she had more to say before simply saying, 'I should go. It was nice seeing you.'

She had sat down in the car and almost closed the door before I quickly pulled it back.

'You shouldn't be alone,' I blurted out.

'That's sweet, but I'll be fine. I'm a big girl.'

'Well I hear they cry sometimes,' I said, instantly feeling stupid for saying it. 

Caroline laughed in spite of everything. The sound was music to my ears. 'You're funny. But I broke up with him, not the other way around. Trust me, I'll be okay.'

'Why the tears then? Come on, get out of there. You can tell me what happened.'

'You don't want to hear all that,' she said, her resistance clearly failing. 

'I literally have nothing better to do.'

'Nate, it's Friday night. You don't want some girl crying on your shoulder bitching to you about how her ex has been a jerk.'

'I would rather that than go home and watch Letterman,' I paused before adding, 'and I REALLY like watching Letterman.'

She smiled and thought about it for a moment. Suddenly, the taxi driver said loudly and sternly,

'I am STILL double parked. Either give me a destination or get out.'

'She'll get out,' I told him, not waiting for Caroline to agree.

She gave me another smile and got out of the car. 

'I should warn you, I may still be a bit tipsy. So you're now officially responsible for me,' she said.

'Said one drunk to the other,' I chuckled.

She laughed and slipped her arm into mine and leaned heavily against me. Such an innocent gesture that excited me much more than it probably should have. 

'Let's walk,' she said.

***

'I caught him kissing some girl he knew from his work. I broke up with him then and there really, but he pestered me for about two weeks so I thought I'd give him another shot. I figured it was just a lapse in judgment and he'd always been trustworthy. But then fast forward two more weeks to tonight and I catch him fingering her right in the middle of the club. Almost no attempt to hide it. He ran after me trying to apologise, his fingers still wet..." 

She began to trail off and I didn't probe any further. But I didn't have to, because after a few moments she continued again.

'Can you believe he tried to blame me? He said it's because I refused to have sex since we got back together; that that made it impossible for him to resist her. I was so stupid to take that cheating bastard back.'

'Never figured Paul for the cheating type.'

'Neither did I. But the longer we dated, all these nasty sides of him started to reveal themselves. He hides it all very well of course. I still don't know why I got so emotional back there. Like I said, we basically broke up over a month ago. Hell, I barely let him kiss me these past two weeks. Still, I guess it just hurt to be betrayed again.'

Caroline and I had been talking for sometime now. We had started walking idly through town, away from all the bars and night clubs before settling down side by side on a park bench. It was a relatively quiet part of town, but being a Friday night, there were still plenty of people hanging about. It was the type of place where there were couples taking romantic walks and at the same time suspiciously young looking teenagers drinking on a playground. We were both somewhat more sober now, but her breath still smelled of beer and shots and I assumed mine still smelled of all that rum I had earlier. To cut a rather long story short, during a brief moment of silence, I said to her,

'It's really good to see you. I'm glad you got out of that taxi.'

'Me too. I felt like I haven't seen you since graduation.'

'You haven't.'

'I'm sorry. I'm just really bad when it comes to catching up,' she said, sounding genuinely regretful.

'Well I'm not one to talk. I meant to call you several times, but for whatever reason, I never did,' I said, omitting the fact that the reason I didn't call was because she had a boyfriend. 

'You know, we've been talking about me this whole time. What about you Nate? Got someone special?'

'I'm spending Friday night alone with you, hearing about how your relationship fell apart. Take a guess.'

She laughed, 'I'm sorry. I didn't want to turn your Friday night so depressing.' 

'Actually, finding out that you're single again has made this night pretty damn great,' I said without thinking.

It took me about 5 seconds to realise what I had just said and about 5 more seconds to realise Caroline had frozen and was looking at me. The fact that she was sitting right next to me made those green eyes of hers look especially piercing, despite in the dimly lit park. 

'Sorry. That came out wrong. I just meant that-'

'-you like me?' she interrupted.

'No. Wait, that's not what I meant. I just mean-'

'-So you don't like me?' she said, interrupting me again. 

'No I do, but...I, wait...hold on,' I stammered as my words completely failed me.

Eventually I just had to laugh awkwardly. She did too but kept her eyes on me the whole time. It was an awkward laugh that went on for a bit longer than it should have. Eventually, she said,

'You like me. You have since university. It's okay. I know,'

'What do you mean you know?' 

'A girl always knows. The long looks you don't think I notice. The excuses you use to talk to me on Facebook. The way you ignore everyone else in the room when I'm there. Or that thing you do sometimes to overcompensate where you ignore me while talking to everyone else.'

'You think maybe you're reading into things too much?' I asked in a tone that suggested she was 100% correct, which she was.

'You tell me,' she said just that little bit seductively.

My answer came surprisingly easily as I admitted, 'I like you.'

'See. Was that so hard?' she asked, hiding her emotions well.

After more than two years of infatuation, it had suddenly happened so quickly. Those words which I'd been working up to courage to say to her so long ago were finally out there. Last time I genuinely thought about telling her, she had entered into a relationship the following week. It was that same relationship that ended tonight. She looked me right in the eyes with those beautiful green eyes of hers. They drew me in and I couldn't look away. 

'How could anyone cheat on you?' I asked, more rhetorically than anything else.

'You're sweet.'

'You're beautiful.'

She laughed before asking, 'So what now Nate?'

About a thousand options went through my head, but I settled on what I wanted most and what was also wildly inappropriate considering the night she'd had.

'Fuck it,' I blurted out before leaning in to kiss her.

Her mouth remained closed and she didn't move for a moment. Suddenly, I thought I'd misread the situation and made a huge mistake. But suddenly her supple lips parted slightly and I felt my bottom lip move between them. The smell of her perfume and alcohol-tinged breath filled my nostrils. My right arm wrapped around her body and pulled her in close. Unwittingly, I had placed my hand mere inches below her right breast. The black fabric of her dress suddenly felt teasingly thin. 

I don't know how long this went on for or who broke the kiss, but eventually it ended and we sat there beside one another looking deep into each others eyes. I let go of her and said,

'Jesus, you broke up with your boyfriend about two hours ago. This kind of attention is probably the last thing you want.'

'What if this is exactly what I want?'

'Then I'd be more than happy to give it to you.'

'Then do it,' she said in a voice that was dripping with lust.

I hesitated for a moment, but there was only really one option I wanted to take. I obliged and kissed her again. Her moist and supple lips tasted like heaven. This time I felt her tongue against my own. After a miscellaneous amount of time, we stopped kissing again and I said,

'You've been drinking tonight, maybe this isn't the best idea.'

'You're the one whose breath smells of rum,' she replied.

'Not to mention you're probably still really angry with Paul. Are you sure this is what you want?' I asked, while not really sure why I was looking for excuses to get out of this. 

'It has been a pretty emotional night. Heartbreak followed by a lot of alcohol and tears,' she admitted. 'But like I said, I've withheld sex from Paul after we got back together. It's been pretty rough on me too.'

'I can imagine,' I said eagerly.

'Lot's of lonely nights,' she said seductively.

'Sounds awful,' I said dumbly. 

'Maybe this is a mistake. But I'd rather it be with you then some random guy from a bar.'

'I'll happily take that bullet.'

We kissed again; more passionately this time and somewhat more drunkenly too. My lips began to move quickly down her long slender neck planting kisses all along the way. I placed my left hand on the inside of her thigh and ran my hand all over her bare skin, if only to see what reaction I would get. To my surprise, she adjusted herself on the bench and spread her legs just that tiny bit wider. We started kissing again with an obscene amount of tongue this time. 

'I want you. I want you right now,' I said through heavy breaths.

I ran my hand all the way up her leg until I felt satin between her thighs. The tips of my fingers ran up and down the front of her panties, savouring the feel of her through the fabric. Not content with what I had, I slipped my hand in under her panties until I could lay my hand flat over her vagina. She gasped when I made contact. I could feel everything. Everything. 

I lightly brushed my fingers up and down the length of her opening. Caroline broke our kiss and began looking around immediately to make sure we weren't being watched. Before she had time to react any further, I slipped two fingers inside of her. Her eyes squeezed shut, she cried out softly in pleasure. I was content to leave my fingers imbedded inside of her for a moment. It was certainly moist inside but far from wet. I pulled my fingers back slightly before sliding back into her. Suddenly her legs closed around my hand and she patted my arm and said,

'Nate, stop.'

I was barely paying attention and managed to slide my fingers in and out of her several times more. She gasped, moaned and squirmed on the bench for several moments as my fingers continued to explore her before she said more firmly,

'Stop. Not like this. Not here.'

I obeyed and swiftly pulled my hand away from her, fearing I had gone too far. She quickly sat up straight and adjusted the lower half of her dress. It was about 30 seconds before her cleared her throat and made eye contact again. The disappointment must have shown on my face, because she immediately said, 

'Don't get me wrong, I'm all for this, but just not here. Let's go back to your place.'

'I'm a 23 year old man child, I still live at home with my parents,' I said, hoping the joke would be enough to deflect attention away from the fact I still live at home with my parents. 'Let's go back to your place.'

'My grandmother is staying with me.'

'So? I can be quiet. Can you?'

Caroline laughed and replied, 'Were you just listening to me? And that was only three fingers.'

'Two actually,' I smiled.

'As if to make my point,' she laughed. 'Besides, I don't want to be quiet. I want you inside of me and I don't intend it being silent.'

The casual way in which she said that somehow excited me even more. It was taking all my will power not to take her here and now. But I diverted all the blood to my head and struggled to think. A beautiful girl ready to jump into bed with me and I'm unable to find an adequate place to do so. It was a stupid problem to have. 

Suddenly, the large neon sign on the tall building about 500 metres away caught my attention. Caroline turned to look in that direction and saw it too. I turned to her and her to me. She spoke first.

'That'll do.'

***

We walked up to the front counter, neither of us not quite knowing what to say. We waited patiently. Neither of us had been very drunk in the first place, and in any event, we had sobered up significantly. But somehow, the thought of booking a hotel room for sex made us laugh uncontrollably. Caroline was clutching my arm and giggling next to me like a school girl. When the middle age woman receptionist looked up at us, I said,

'Hi, I'd like to book a room for the night.'

'Do you have a reservation?' she asked.

'No. Spur of the moment.'

'What kind of room?'

'Any, just needs a bed.'

The receptionist raised an eyebrow but was nice enough not to say anything more. Caroline struggled not to laugh before adding,

'King sized bed preferably.'

The receptionist began typing away while stood perfectly still and silent like two kids that are being hauled before the principal. She asked us for a few details before finally saying,

'That'll come to $200.'

'Oh I'm sorry, we're only staying for a night,' I replied.

'Yes, that's the nightly rate.'

Caroline laughed and I stood there contemplating the fact I was essentially about to pay $200 for sex.

'Isn't there a cheaper option, like an hourly rate? We only need to be here for-'

Caroline suddenly shot me a vicious look than silenced me in an instant. But it was not long before the smile returned to her face. I leaned in close to her ear and whispered so the receptionist couldn't hear.

'Can't we find some place cheaper?'

'You chose this place, and I want you now. Pay her,' she replied in equally hushed tones.

'We could be at a much cheaper hotel in less than 10 minutes.'

'Are you really trying to find excuses to delay sex?'

'Well yes, if it means saving $100.'

'You're so cheap,' she hissed, partly annoyed but also partly amused.

'Just 10 minutes, I save $100,' I repeated.

'Just two minutes and you could be fucking me to your heart's content,' she said before leaning in closer and whispering into my ear; 'and in case you've forgotten, I'm feeling rather under-fucked at the moment. I will cum very easily.'

I froze for a moment before turning to the receptionist, 'Is credit card okay?'

Caroline laughed out loud. We were walking towards the elevator within the minute.

***

One door stood was all that stood in our way. I fumbled with the key card for what felt like an eternity. Caroline already had her high heels off and carried them in her hand. I slid the key card in and out of the slot several times but the light continued to flash red. Eventually, Caroline snatched it from me and within three goes, she had the door open and walked in. The room opened up to the bathroom on the left and the bed a bit further in. It was small, and in no way worth $200 per night. Regardless, the room was not my priority.

I watched as Caroline threw her shoes to one side and reached behind her and pulled down the zipper for her dress. She let the straps fall off her shoulders and the top half of her dress fell to her waist. She was facing the other way so all I saw was her bare back but that alone was enough to excite me. With a few quick and absurdly sexy movements of her hip, the dress fell to the floor. For a split second, she stood there almost completely naked except for her black panties. I was standing by the door the whole time and she disappeared from sight momentarily as she moved onto the bed. But as soon as I walked into the room, I found her lying on the bed in her panties and with one arm covering her breasts. The next few moments were a blur. I had my clothes off before I knew it and suddenly I was on the bed with her.

The first thing I did was gently pry her arm away from her chest so I could marvel at her breasts. They were slightly larger than I had expected and in perfect proportion to the rest of her body. I looked her up and down to admire her body. She was slim, but not skinny. Athletic but still soft. She wasn't very tanned but not exactly pale. She stretched out across the bed, her breasts rising as she arched her back while a long slender leg brushed the side of my body. I reached towards her hips and looped a finger around the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs and threw them unceremoniously across the room. I sat there for a moment, utterly mesmerised by what was between her legs. 

'Fuck me,' she said with a tone as casual as someone asking to have the salt passed to them.

'I will, but first, unfinished business.'

I placed my right hand on the inside of her thigh before slowly moving up. The goose bumps on her skin disappeared at the touch of my hand. I laid several fingers against her opening but didn't push inside. Caroline breathed in sharply and held her breath. I briefly ran my fingers through her neatly trimmed pubic hair before moving back to the warm opening. As before, I inserted two fingers into her. Caroline arched her head back and fell flat onto the mattress as I went to work. 

I could feel the walls of her vagina tightening around my fingers. She was so tight. Somewhere from the park bench to this room, she had gotten much wetter. My fingers were already slick when I pulled them out the first time. I began to work both fingers in and out of her. Caroline had her eyes shut and was trying to breathe steadily the whole time. 




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I wrapped my free arm around her waist and pulled her in close to me so I could take a nipple between my lips. She purred softly as my tongue licked her stiff nipples which grew warm and supple in my mouth. I elicited a gasp from between her lips as I began to suck on her nipples, moving from one to the other. The feel of her naked body against mine was indescribably amazing. I just wanted to hold her soft, smooth body and never let go. 

The whole time, I continued to work my fingers inside of her vagina. I began to search inside of her for that one area, that one spot that when stimulated always makes a girl cry out in pleasure. Caroline was a tight girl and she was squirming beneath me quite a lot. My fingers pumped in and out of her faster and faster, probing her insides. That act by itself made Caroline wetter and louder. But when my fingers brushed against a particularly sensitive area on the room of her vagina, I knew I had her. With two fingers firmly planted at the spot, I began to firmly and quickly move my fingers inside of her, making sure to stimulate the area as much as possible. 

She reacted slowly at first but then suddenly, she moved to close her legs. I moved to put the weight of my body against one leg and my free arm against the other. I pried her legs until they were far apart and continued to assault her vagina with my fingers. At last she cried out in pleasure. It was a sound of pure ecstasy. But it only lasted for a moment before Caroline went down to a persistent and pleasurable moaning. But I know she felt it, her vagina had suddenly become intensively wet, she was squirming almost violently beneath me. My fingers made a sloshing sound as I they moved inside of her, pumping back and forth while focussing on that one spot. Her moans and the sounds of her juices squelching around inside of her filled the room.

Suddenly, she shut her eyes tight and her body tensed up in my arms. Her mouth opened wide but for a moment she didn't make a noise. I could feel a fresh wave of moisture squirt out of her, coating my fingers and causing it to dribble out of her opening and down to her rectum before seeping into the sheets below. All the while, the noises she made could best be described as restrained ecstasy. I could tell she wanted nothing more than to scream out in pleasure but this was a hotel room and Caroline did have this modest streak about her (which made all this moment so much better). It's the most beautiful thing in the world to see the girl you've been pining over for so long having an orgasm by your hand. She was breathing heavily, clearly pleased. I could tell almost immediately she was probably not use to being fingered, and if she was, she certainly never received an orgasm like that from it. Caroline was right; she did cum very easily.

'That was amazing,' she gasped between breaths. 

I slowly pulled my fingers out of her and wiped the wetness on her thighs. Caroline still had her eyes closed and had relaxed, seemingly oblivious to the fact she had only felt my fingers and I was still extremely hard. I leaned in and whispered into her ear,

'I'm not done with you yet.'

She was tired, no doubting that. It was well past midnight after all and her night had been eventful to say the least. Part of me thought she wanted to call it quits after just that. She never struck me as a girl with much stamina. But one of the best qualities about Caroline was her ability to surprise me. This time, she spread her legs on her own accord as I positioned myself between them. 

Caroline finally opened her eyes again and smiled widely. She pulled my head down to hers and planted a soft, wet kiss on my lips. Then she moved her hands further down my body and wrapped her fingers around my penis. I had almost cum on her belly then and there; her touch felt that good. Regardless, I didn't and she guided the tip to her hot, wet vagina. She ran it up and down and teasingly pushed it just past the lips of her vagina but never entering her. Those slender fingers of hers were casually stroking the length of my penis; I needed to get inside of her immediately. Suddenly we made eye contact again and once more, I was lost in those green eyes of hers. Without even thinking, I lowered myself into her and buried my penis all the way in. She shut her eyes immediately and let out a low cry of pleasure. 

I held myself there for several moments, perfectly locked in place between her legs. The walls of her vagina closed in tightly, but she was so wet inside there was barely any resistance. I pulled out and pushed back inside of her and elicited another cry. Another thrust and another cry. Another thrust and another cry. I supported myself on the bed with one hand, with the other, I roughly grabbed her left breast and squeezed it in my hand. I was beginning to move in and out of her more quickly as her cries of pleasure began to blend together. Every motion inside of her was sheer pleasure. 

She just lay there prone whilst keeping her legs open as wide as she could, allowing me maximum penetration. Every once in awhile, I would thrust into her just that little bit harder and each time that thrust was punctuated by a cry from her that was much louder than the others. My hands began to explore every corner of her body from her slender arms, her perky breasts, that beautiful long neck and that wonderfully tight ass. All the while I continued to move in and out of her with long and pleasurable thrusts. 

She opened her eyes again and for a few moments, her cries subsided. She mouth hung open, a small strand of saliva hanging from her top lip to her bottom lip. Her brown hair was tangled mess beneath her. She looked stunning; nubile 23 year olds always did. I looked down at her chest to see her breasts bouncing wildly back and forth as I fucked her. I was moving her entire body with every thrust. Caroline was clawing at the sheets with one hand while her other was pulled above her head and pushing against the headboard of the bed. 

In my head, I kept repeating the same, unbelievable facts again and again. I was fucking Caroline. I had made Caroline orgasm once. I would again. But not before I fill her with my cum. They were simple enough sentences, but I never thought they would come true. But they were. And I did not take it for grated. 

Eventually it became too much. I didn't need to prolong this. I could have her for as long as I wanted. I made several final, rough thrusts inside of her causing her to cry out louder than she had before. I could feel it all building up until finally, I couldn't hold it in any longer. With one final, hard and rough thrust into her that shifted her entire body beneath me, I came inside of her. I felt it all gush inside as it mixed with her juices. I all but collapsed on top of her as this was happening. Her mouth was next to my ear and I could hear every single heavy breath she took. 

I don't know how long I remained on top of her but eventually, I rolled to one side and we both lay side by side looking up at the ceiling. Our heavy breathing filled the room. And yet, I still had more inside of me. Almost immediately after, I moved onto my side and with my right hand I roughly grasped her breasts and began to squeeze and fondle it. I lowered my mouth onto her other breast and began to suck lazily on her nipple. 

'You really like those don't you,' Caroline said with a tired laugh.

I took a particularly rough suck of her nipple before saying, 'When we had our internship during law school, you always use to wear this white business shirt and sometimes this beige bra underneath. Every time it got hot and there weren't many people around, you would undo a button. Not much, but just enough to give me a hint of cleavage. They've driven me crazy ever since. And don't even get me started on your summer dresses. I felt like shoving my hand inside half a hundred times.'

Caroline laughed. 'God, I always thought I dressed pretty conservatively.'

'You do. You're much more modest than most. But I have a hell of an imagination.'

She laughed again as my mouth returned to her breast as I began to plant kisses along the underside.

'I've dreamed of doing this to you for so long,' I said.

'Was it everything you dreamed it would be?' she asked.

'More. I didn't expect you to cum quite so quickly. Nor did I expect your tits to taste so good.'

'I wasn't joking when I told you I'd cum easily. Guys don't know this, but depriving a cheating bastard of sex is just as hard on the girl.'

I laughed, 'I've rarely ever heard you swear since I've first met you, and now suddenly you're talking to me about your sex life.'

'What a difference, a day makes!' she sang lazily.

I laughed again, 'Singing isn't your strong suit is it?'

'No, but let me show you what is.'

Without warning, she leapt up and swung her leg over and straddled me. I simply smiled and looked up at her. She flicked her hair back in a ridiculously sexy motion and neatly pulled it back behind her head. 

She reached down and grasped my penis in her hand. I was already growing hard. To speed things up, she grabbed my other hand and guided it up to her breasts. I gently squeeze it in my hand as I had already done so many times already. It fit in my hand nicely as I savoured the firmness and weigh. 

Suddenly, a feeling of sheer bliss overcame me as I felt Caroline lower herself onto me as I found myself inside of her once again. She was still warm and wet and as before, there was no resistance. She leaned forward to place her hands on my chest before she started to rock back and forth, up and down and what ever other motions she could conjure up that gave us both pleasure. I looked down the length of my body to see my penis upright as her vagina rose and fell onto it repeatedly. 

I was running my hands up and down the length of her body. Starting as her thighs by my side, I ran my hands up in one long smooth motion to her hips, her waist and her breasts before moving back down again. 

I might've wanted her to go a bit faster but I wasn't about to get picky while she was riding me. Instead, Caroline went as her own pace. It was clear she was most comfortable this way as she continued to bob up and down and letting me enter her as far as I could before slowly withdrawing. She was moaning softly with pleasure, clearly also enjoying the attention I was giving her body with my hands. 

I reached up and held her cheek in my hand. She opened her eyes and looked at me. It was one of those perfect moments as I looked deep into those green eyes of hers and she looked right back and all the while, she didn't miss as beat as she continued gyrating her hips. I ran my thumb gently over her lips and she took it in her mouth and softly sucked on it once before suddenly quickening the pace and moved up and down the length of my penis with a new sense of enthusiasm. 

I felt myself building up to a climax again and it looked like she was too. She was moving so fast that my penis slipped out on once occasion and she scrambled to put it back inside of her. I began to marvel at a new sight as her skin began to take on a slightly brighter shine as the sweat began to build all over her body. At one point, she lowered herself down onto me with particularly roughly, eliciting a grunt from her lips and what I presume was a moan from mine. I roughly squeezed both her breasts when that happened and she gave out a slight cry of pleasure and/or pain. Somehow, it seemingly only excited her more. 

While still riding me, she reached down with one hand and began to touch herself at the same time. She clearly knew how her body worked and what she liked and with that, I felt her body tense all over as the walls of her vagina tightened and her nails dug into my chest. With several final and rather rough motions, she slammed herself down onto my penis with force and for a moment she screamed, actually screamed, out loud in the midst of a toe-tingling orgasm. For a moment, she just sat there with me inside of her before collapsing on top of me, silent, panting and sweaty. I could feel a renewed wetness inside of her as it slowly leaked out of her tight hole and down the length of my penis. 

I took a moment to sweep aside her hair and look at her face. She looked contented and ready to pass out. But the speed Caroline liked to go at was slightly slower than I would've liked. I still had more to give. I held her body against mine, momentarily savouring the feeling of her smooth back, and swung her beneath me. 

It felt good to be back on top again. I roughly pushed her legs far apart and began to fuck her much faster than we had been doing and probably faster than she was use to. This time, she managed to keep her eyes open and look at me; her mouth was wide apart as noises of pure ecstasy escaped.

'Oh God, you're going to make me cum a third time aren't you?!' she grunted.

As before, her breasts bounced wildly back and forth and fucked her hard and fast. After a moment, it might've become too much as her legs wrapped around my hips and held me in place. Almost as an afterthought, I pulled her thighs apart and spread them wide and savoured as I pulled my penis out entirely before sliding agonisingly slowly back into her. Caroline moaned loudly.

The next few moments were a blur. I just remember those final hard thrusts into her. I remember everything building up to unbearable levels before it all poured inside of her. I remember pulling out and collapsing by her side before moving to look at her vagina to see a steady stream of our collective juices slowly oozing out of her. A quick momentary thought entered my mind about whether she was on birth control or not, which in hindsight should've been my first question. I remember loving the way she kissed me again and the way her right hand moved between her thighs and almost held her vagina as the juices began to seep through her fingers and coat them in a film of moisture. Her other hand was pressed up against her right breast, presumably to feel her heartbeat. I remember thinking whether she had indeed had a third orgasm. I remember the way she continued to breathe heavily for sometime, even after I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her in close. I remember one final image of her in my arms as she grew silent and fell asleep with a smile on her face. 

***

I woke up the next morning to find her side of the bed empty. Panic set in almost immediately, but at the same time, I had expected it. I reached over to the imprint she left on the bed; the sheets were cold. She had left. What did I expect? It was just rebound sex for her. Or revenge sex. Either one was applicable in her circumstances. I really shouldn't have been upset. After all, I had come out last night merely to hang out with friends. And by some huge coincidence, I bumped into her on some random street after she had broken up with her boyfriend. An hour or so later and she was naked in my arms. It doesn't get much better than that. I'd been pining over this girl for a couple of years, never expecting anything to come of it and suddenly this happened. I convinced myself that it was a good thing. And I was ready to leave it at that.

Suddenly she came out of the bathroom stark naked. She froze for a moment when she realised I was awake. For the briefest of moments, we just looked at each other and didn't say a word. The sun was beginning to rise and bathed the room in a warm orange glow. Across the room from her, the city lay sprawled out beneath us; the room was higher up than I thought. But as with last night, it was not the view of the city that caught my attention. Caroline was stunning. Her hair was still soaked from her shower and her body was still glistening in places from the water. No make up and still stunning. She held a towel in her hands and for a moment, I thought she was going to cover herself up; instead, she simply threw in on a nearby chair and sat down on the bed, just out of my reach. 

'In my experience, if you want to leave before the guy wakes up the next morning, don't take a shower first,' I deadpanned.

'That's not what was happening,' she said somewhat defensively. 

'Just a joke,' I said, sensing that the conversation could very easily take a turn for the worse.

A moment more of silence. I couldn't read her. Not this morning. Admittedly, that might have been less to do with her blank expression and more to do with my inability to tear my eyes away from her breasts which she made no attempt to cover up. And that wasn't the only thing she wasn't covering up. After a moment, Caroline just smiled and asked,

'Hold on. What do you mean "in my experience".'

I allowed myself a chuckle and replied, 'Another joke. Bad one. Give me a break, I only woke up about 60 seconds ago.'

She smiled but didn't say anything more. This time, the silence had a tinge of awkwardness to it. And once more, my eyes were drawn to her body. Specifically, a drop of water that had dripped from her hair, onto her chest and now was rolling its way down her breast just missing her nipple. It was mesmerising. Suddenly, Caroline simply wiped away some stray drops of water and pulled her hair back neatly, inadvertently pushing her chest out in the process. I felt myself growing hard beneath the sheets again. I shuffled in my place to hide it from her. I sensed we had a somewhat serious conversation coming and this wasn't going to help. 

'I'm not usually like that you know,' she said with a hint of embarrassment in her voice.

'Like what?' I asked, despite knowing full well what she meant.

'You know, having sex with the first guy I see after I break up with my boyfriend. It's not like me at all.'

'I know. You said it yourself, you basically broke up with him a month ago.'

'I have my justifications but the fact is, I took him back.'

'Caroline, I essentially just paid $200 for sex, I can't judge,' I said, before adding. 'Not that I'm calling you a whore. I just meant with the hotel room and all.'

'Oh God. Now I feel even dirtier,' she said exasperated before adding, 'I'll pay half.'

'No, don't be ridiculous.'

'You don't be ridiculous,' she said firmly. 'I'll pay half.'

The conversation ended abruptly and for another few moments, there was silence. Caroline began to look around the room and spotted her dress on the floor and her panties unceremoniously thrown into the corner. I suddenly knew where this was all heading and decided to pre-empt it. I sat up and blurted out,

'Caroline, I'm under no illusions about what this was.'

She suddenly looked back at me and said, 'You don't think this meant something?' 

'It meant a hell of a lot to me,' I chuckled awkwardly. 'But for you? I'm not so sure.'

'What kind of girl do you think I am? I don't want this to be a one night stand,' she said, sounding genuinely hurt.

'Me neither. I really like you.'

'I like you too.'

The first thing that popped into my head was "she likes me!". But instead I just stayed silent, not quite knowing what to say next. 

'So then what are we talking about? ' she asked bemusedly. 

In spite of it, I had a nervous laugh while she stared at me intently. I gathered my thoughts and wiped the sleep from my eyes before saying,

'Suffice to say, I don't know many couples who started their relationships after one of them break up with an ex and then proceeds to have sex with the other person only two hours later in a hotel room rented at the last minute in the midst of lust.'

'You're not a rebound if that's what you're getting at,' she said softly as a smile crept back on her face. 'I know this isn't the most romantic to start a relationship. But let me put it this way. I know we haven't talked much at all since graduation. But last night, I was so happy to see you. I was happy, despite all that happened right before I bumped into you. I don't regret what happened. I just regret giving Paul a second chance and not calling you earlier. Frankly, all I can think about is spending more time together.'




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I thought about what she said for all of two seconds before replying,

'Well, okay.'

'Okay?' 

'Okay,' I repeated.

'Okay what?' she asked.

'Let's spend more time together,' I said, before adding, 'With and without clothes.'

She nodded furiously in agreement, a huge smile across her face. It was a sweet and tender moment that was in no way undermined by the fact we were still both stark naked. I decided to take advantage of the situation and swept aside the sheets and pulled her down onto the bed. My lips touched hers and my hands squeezed both perky breasts. I lowered my whole body onto hers, if only to feel her bare skin all along my body. I couldn't stop kissing her. She just laid there and gave me have free reign of her body. I kissed her lips again before moved to her breasts to give her nipples some attention. She enjoyed that.

Suddenly, for whatever reason, I noticed the clock read 8:00 am. After giving one last, hard suck of her nipple, I said,

'We need to checkout of the hotel soon. You should hop in the shower first though, get freshened up.'

'But I just had a shower. Look, my hair is still wet,' she said frustrated, clearly wanting me to continue.

'You're hair maybe. But you're not wet here,' I said as I slipped my hand between her thighs and slid a finger inside of her. 

Caroline inhaled sharply and closed her eyes for a brief moment before opening them making contact with mine. That which I had been craving to do for so long was now oh so easy and casual. She was mine. 

'I want you in there against those tiles, wet inside and out,' I whispered into her ear, barely listening to whatever the hell I just had the audacity to say.

'Shower. Now,' she said commandingly.

I watched as Caroline jumped off the bed and ran briskly into the bathroom, her breasts and buttocks bouncing as she went. Where they went, I followed. That's always been the way of things, and it would be for some time. 



Friends & Lovers



My wife Joanne's hyper-sexuality is an aphrodisiac for me. She is the best thing that ever happened to me. I am happy to trade fidelity for the awesome ménage-a-trois she let me share with her friend and lover, Karen. 

Unfortunately, that was a one-time thing, but lasted throughout a week-long vacation away from kids, work, and our mundane daily life. 

Joanne is blonde, blue-eyed, full bodied, sexy, and happily married to me, Donnie, and our three rugrats. 

Karen is raven haired, dark skinned, and dark eyed, petite, athletic, sultry, and exotic. Though both ladies claim to be predominantly hetero, they have been lovers for years, spending hours at a time chatting on the phone and meeting for dinner about once a month. 

Sex is strongly correlated with food for the girls; they always hook up after eating. At the end of the evening, Joanne comes home to me still in the throes of passion. I look forward to their dates.

Karen and Joanne hate to admit it, but they're getting older. Not the young urban professionals anymore, they fit the definition of a MILF and a cougar, Karen over forty and Joanne pushing fifty with the laugh lines, muffin tops, and grey hair to prove it. 

One of their primary topics of conversation is Karen's biological clock rapidly approaching midnight and the man of her dreams nowhere on the horizon. 

Thus, Jo stifles her storytelling about me and the kids. Karen not only doesn't want to hear about the joy in Jo-Jo's life, she also doesn't want any advice. 

"I'm miserable and I just want to vent," Karen acknowledges. So Joanne just listens.

The pair were rarely demonstrative in public and rarely drove together to a restaurant, usually meeting at the door. 

Tonight, however, Karen picked up Joanne at the office and chauffeured her to the posh restaurant at the Harriot Hotel. 

Jo-Jo girl teased her friend while riding in the car, grabbing her knee, walking her fingers under the hem of her skirt, pinching the tip of her breast, and licking the flesh of her neck. The friends were horny by the time they got to the Bistro. 

The ladies took drinks at the bar awaiting a table. "I already booked us a room," Karen informed Joanne. "I'm going to lick your pussy."

My wife downed a shot of tequila and a beer. "Well, I'm going to lick yours as a matter of fact," Jo replied and ordered another round of drinks.

Karen sipped her vodka tonic, picked out the slice of lime, and bit it. "I'm gonna bite your nipple just like that."

Jo laughed theatrically. "Ha-ha-ha! I'm gonna lick you tight little ass and then I'm gonna finger-fuck your asshole."

Karen smiled and nuzzled against Joey's shoulder. "I'm gonna suck those big, fat, juicy tits of yours. What do you think about that, huh?"

Somewhat out of character, Joanne turned and kissed Karen softly with her caramel-colored lips. The male bartender noticed and stared at Jo while spraying seltzer into a glass. She didn't know whether he was aroused or disapproved.

The cunt-teasing routine continued at their table as did their consuming of alcohol. Jo wagged her tongue and chirped, "I'm gonna push your little button and chew on your little clitty at the same time."

"You don't say?" Karen chided. "Well, I'm gonna tickle your clit and suck on your pussy lips till you come all over my face...Did you wax your cunt, honey?"

"No way!" Joanne waved her hand. "I love it when you get my pubies stuck between your teeth."

The girls' bawdry banter was interrupted by the waiter's introduction: "My name is Joachim and I'll be your server tonight." 

Joachim was tall, broad shouldered, and lean. He had honey colored skin and a slight trace of an accent to his soft, low voice. 

His whole face smiled when he spoke. He wore a white shirt and black slacks, the Harriot Bistro's uniform, and his arm muscles rippled as he filled the ladies' water glasses from an ice-filled pitcher.

Joachim had a nice bundle in front and a taut package in back. Joanne watched in amusement as Karen studied him walking away. 

"Jesus-fucking-Christ!" Karen cursed. "I haven't had sex with a man in like two years." Joanne and I had tried more than once to set her up with friend of a friend and it never clicked. Jo shut up and listened. "You've got Donnie whenever you want him...I'm afraid I'm gonna dry up."

"Do you want me to bring Donnie next time?" Jo-Jo asked half-heartedly. Karen was an honorary aunt to the kids and our threesome felt a little incestuous.

Looking wrinkled and haggard, Karen shook her head no. "That's not really fair to you."

Then Joachim brought out their appetizers. Karen looked up at him, but kept her head at his groin level. When she caught his eye, she winked at him. He blushed and hurried away.

"You little slut," Joanne said, playfully slapping Karen's hand. "You have the hots for him. He's no more than a child."

"He's a Latin hunk," Karen declared, forking salad into her mouth.

"Do you wanna get it on with him?" Jo asked, tentatively poking at her fried mozzarella sticks.

"Let's seduce him."

Joanne was hurt. "Don't you want me?"

Karen smiled and wrapped her hands around Joanne's. "Sure, I do," she said with a forced smile. "But I want cock, too." 

"Okay, so how do we get Joachim into our clutches?"

Karen unsnapped the top button of her blouse. "Show him a little tit. Speak to him in a deep and sexy voice ... and if that doesn't work, I'll grab his ass,"

Joanne laughed as much at what Karen said as Joachim's unexpected arrival at the table with their entrees. Karen started right in, showing off cleavage as he ground fresh pepper from a hand-cranked mill over her sautéed veggies. 

She said thank-you with a touch on his arm. Joanne went further, extending her arm around the man-child's waist and patting gently, just above his beltline. "He's getting the hint, don't you think?"

The subtle approach ended when he brought the pair their dessert. Karen took Joachin's tawny hand, lifted it to her lips, kissed the inside of his palm, and slid his forefinger between her purple lips. 

She looked up at him with wide bedroom eyes and said, "Do ladies who dine here get to suck your cock after dinner?"

"Excuse me!" he stammered, looking around nervously.

Joanne reached from behind and goosed his ass with her thumb. "She's just asking a simple question, boy."

The ladies laughed and Joachim forced a chuckle. A few minutes later, Karen slipped him the key card with her credit card and wrote the room number on the bill, circled it, along with a $100 tip for a $75 tab. Joanne and Karen went upstairs to the room and waited for a knock on the door.

Joanne, my brainy wifey, was anxious with anticipation. When Karen trotted to the bathroom, Jo lifted her dress, pulled off her panties, and reclined on top of the bed, dithering her clit.

"Can't you wait?" Karen shouted with a laugh. She pressed her knees on the edge of the bed, swung a hank of hair over her shoulder and held it, as she lowered her lips to Jo's neatly trimmed bush. 

Jo-Jo played with herself while Karen tongued up and down her slippery slit. Then Jo crooned, "Oh, Kay-Kay," as her friend bared her wiry bottom, swung around, and lowered her pussy over my wife's pretty face. 

Venus tasted of coconut, flowers, and an athlete's fresh sweat. Joanne's V tasted of creamy soap, unscented skin cream, and fertile musk. Karen slurped, Joanne sucked, and both girls rocked and danced ... till there was a knock on the door.

Karen bounced up, adjusting her dress with a flourish, and greeted Joachim at the door. He brought a bottle of Chablis and wore an unbuttoned white shirt, black slacks, and a self-confident smile. 

Karen took the wine bottle, set it on the nightstand, and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. "Tu eres caliente," she said and covered his mouth with hers. They locked in an undulating kiss for a full minute, as Jo watched Karen humping and rubbing against Joachim. 

When Karen released Joachim from her clutches, Jo-Jo took over and planted crisp, wet kisses all over his slightly grainy chin, cheeks, and upper lip. 

He tasted like after-shave. The love of my life fluttered her tongue and plunged it into his opened mouth while fondling his protruding cock and balls. 

A man of few words, Joachim simply smiled through the next few minutes as the two mature vixens elaborately undressed him, one piece of clothing at a time. 

By the time they stripped him down to his striped boxers, my honey of a wife untethered her great globes and presented them to him like precious gifts. 

He furiously suckled Joey's swollen red nipples while Kay yanked down his drawers and popped out his manhood. She caressed his long hard dick and covered its curved shaft with kissed. Her purple-colored lipstick glistened as she smooched his tip, shaft, and testicles. 

She wrapped her lips around the head of his penis and tickled the tiny opening with the tip of her tongue. Joachim groaned with pleasure, even as he squeezed my slutty wife's extra-large nipples between his teeth. 

"I wanna eat some of that cock," Jo whined in baby-talk.

"Your turn!" Karen conceded and moved aside for Joanne to clamp onto the younger man's darkly fleshy member with a hand on the shaft and the upper half in her mouth. 

"Hmm-hmm-hmm," she hummed. She sucked on him hard and noisily and Kay-Kay licked his groin, abs, thighs, and buttocks, letting her hand drift toward Jo-Jo's face to feel her cheeks puffing in and out. 

"He's bigger than Donnie, isn't he?" Jo widened her eyes and nodded to Karen signifying agreement. The guy's instrument was a good nine inches and fatter at the base than the middle, where a clump of skin extended to the crown, which Joanne sifted between her front teeth. The curvature of his cock looked like a scimitar. 

Before their fine young stud came, the girlfriends took turns licking his ass and sucking his rod. Joachim shot his sticky cream in Karen's mouth first, then on her chin and Joanne's boob before shooting a stream at her waiting tongue. 

The ladies followed their opening act by lying nude on the bed and pouring Chablis over each other's breasts, tummies, arms, legs, thighs, and mounds of Venus. On command, the hearty Latin lover alternately went down on Joey's bushy twat and Kay's hairless waxed snatch. 

I wonder if Joachim noticed how my wife's vagina was larger and more muscular—she has so much control she can practically pucker up and kiss me with her cunt lips. Karen's blooming flower was tighter, but juicier, and her legs were powerful enough to hold herself up and fuck your wiener without moving a muscle above her waist. 

The female lovers kissed and played with one another's titties while their server worshiped them with his tongue, lips, and fingers. The ladies signaled him when it was time to switch cunts. 

Karen issued orders so that the eager boy knew where to lick and how, whereas Joanne, the motherly one, uttering words of encouragement. 

"That's it ... Nice! ... Oh, yeah, keep doin' that ..." When Jo came, she sank her teeth into Karen's shoulder and grabbed a handful of Joachim's hair. 

While Karen soaked Joachim's long-necked goose in the last drops of wine, Joanne retrieved two wrapped condoms from her handbag. He mounted Karen after wrapping his dick in the latex and began a hard, rapid thrusting into her vee. 

She lifted her legs toward the ceiling and Joanne climbed onto the kid's back. She trapped him between her knees and rubbed her sopping vagina against his arse while he banged her lover girl. Joachim removed his sheath and handed it to Kay, who slurped its contents with relish and tossed it in the wastebasket. Joanne unwrapped the second rubber and told their boy toy she wanted it from behind. 

My lusty spouse rose from the bed and leaned against the dresser, wiggling her plump and dimpled ass. Joachim grabbed hold of her like a male dog mounting his bitch, and she reached behind her butt and between legs to pull his erect lance into her sweet pink cushion. Her bulbous tits and the flab from her belly jiggled wildly as the Harriot Bistro's handsomest waiter drilled her cock for so long that Karen slithered on the floor beneath them and played with milady's breasts after masturbating herself to an orgasm while watching them fuck. 

Finally, after my baby let her newly found dream lover move his cock from her cunt to her anus and back again, he rubbed her vagina raw with his hurricane force eruption. Three sweaty, stinking, exhausted bodies sprawled on the bed and made small talk until Joachim got the message it was time for him to go. My wife and her best friend kissed him goodnight and he gave these two classy broads grateful hugs at the door. 

Although it was much later than their usual girls' nights out, a little past one o'clock, Karen told Joanne she needed some more loving touches. They entwined their legs and scissored till the voluptuous one and her athletic friend sang the lyrics of their orgasms.

"Was this the best night ever, or what?" Karen ventured as she pulled up her undies.

"We never hooked up with a perfect stranger before," Joanne said, hooking up her bra.

"Could we ever top that, do you think?" Karen wondered as she draped her little black dress over her shoulders. 

"Maybe I could have a threesome with Donnie and Joachim sometime," my wife suggested with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Paul would never go for that, would he?" 

Jo-Jo smirked, "Probably not!" Then they switched off the lights and left.

That night I was disappointed Joey came home so late. I was asleep and missed my usual helping of sloppy seconds. I crave Karen's delicious leftovers. 

I woke up at five in the morning and scooted under the sheets to inspect my wife's bottom parts. I slipped down her clean underpants and sniffed her thighs, cunt, and ass. She smelled gamey, almost like she was bathed in masculine odor. I licked her ass crack, but she was so deeply in slumber she never flinched. So I gave up and wacked off into my jockeys.

Two weeks later, Joanne and I had a night out. Jo suggested a "new place," the Bistro at the Harriot Hotel. She was especially affectionate as we drove there and started to get frisky, almost lewd, as we had drinks at the bar, waiting for a table.

The hostess showed us to a cozy booth in the back. "I have a surprise for you." Jo smiled sly. "I got us a room."

I smiled, pleased at her initiative. "So we can eat, drink, and make nooky!" 

"There's a condition, though." I noticed Jo-Jo had taken off her shawl-like sweater, showing off her luscious cleavage. "You have to give the waiter our room key card and a hundred dollar tip."

"Why?" I didn't get it.

"You'll see," Joey promised coyly.

Then he appeared, smiling luminously. "My name is Joachim and I'll be your server tonight."

THE END



Friends & Lovers



He caught me at almost 6500 feet, on a large granite expanse. Although the lightly overcast day was cool, I was in a full sweat from the hard climb, and, breathing as slow and rhythmically as possible, I was as close to total exhaustion as I've ever been. Worse, he's not in bad shape, but he'll never be in the condition I'm in because he rarely rides the tough courses with me and he never trains. But, the son-of-a-bitch was less than 100 yards behind, doggedly applying his 190 lb. frame to alternate pedals of his 16-speed (stock, for goodness sake!) mountain bike. I found the closest thing to a tree and struggled to its base, collapsing almost into it less than a minute before he got there. It was only then that I could smile; he looked like shit! One knee was skinned from mid-shin to ankle (though the bleeding had stopped), his Tahoe City 'Bear Whiz' t-shirt was ripped like an action movie character's, and he was barely conscious. The only 'signs of intelligent life' were the flickering eyelids and a sound similar to a freight train coming from his mouth. Reaching my large bush/tree, he misplaced his dismount foot on the uneven rock and dumped (again), this time, face down on my shoes. After a quick assessment of his condition, I decided against using either the ancient CB radio or the cell phone to call in my backpack for a lifeflight rescue; he'd live to rue the day he caught me on a mountain climb!

Forcing myself to try to sound rested and relaxed, I said: "4.7 on the dismount." No amount of care improved my voice; I sounded like I'd been gargling flaming gasoline.

He never lifted his face from my feet but he said, "Maybe so, but I'll beat your tired ass to the top."

Not a chance, not in this lifetime. I would have happily crawled up the rock with my bike strapped to my backpack before I'd let him beat me! I was the bike racer, I was the stronger of the two of us, I was...

* * * * *

...asleep for how long? He hadn't moved much (His head was now cradled in my lap.) and the light was still high, but his brown hair was now white. No, that can't be right; he'd just dyed it back to its original colour last week. Oh, damn! Everything around was covered with a light dusting of late spring snow! The useless bush hadn't sheltered us from the still falling, dry powder. Almost absolute silence in a strikingly beautiful panorama: the higher peaks of the Sierras were alternately shrouded in wispy clouds or bathed in brilliant sunshine. A large hawk circled, looking for prey contrasted against the blanket of white. Scrub brush and manzanita glowed with the pristine 'newness' of a Christmas card photograph. A bright blue Stellar jay bird landed in our bush and stared, his head cocked from side to side, seemingly hoping for an explanation.

I ran my fingers through Jake's hair, brushing the unmelted snow from it and he awoke with a smile, sitting up to kiss me deeply. We both sat there and drank in the awesome splendor of the mountainside, while the jay patiently watched and waited. Jake turned to look at me and kissed me again, this time really savouring the moment. I could have stayed there for hours, pressing my breasts against his chest, tasting the mouth I have loved for nine years now. But, we slowly separated and disturbed the jay into squawking flight.

"We'd better skip the rest of the climb; I'm still tired enough to take too long and, I can admit, I'd slow you down. You win, this time." I was so happy he accepted defeat, I responded with just another kiss, alone in knowing that I would have said the same things if he hadn't first.

We spent a few minutes dressing his injuries then carefully descended, a much easier proposition even though the trail was often obscured by the gentle white glow of spring's soft and new blanket.

By the time we reached the highway and the parked van, most of the snow had melted and we both felt fine. Racking up the bikes, we started towards Truckee, but Jake turned back almost immediately.

"I want to go to the spot."

"Yeah!" I replied, beaming. I'd forgotten about 'the spot': the rest stop above Vikingshom. This overview of Lake Tahoe is an over-used tourist stop (a regular place for busloads of tourists to stop), but chipmunks, squirrels, and scores of stellar jays also populate it. All will eat from your hands if you have fresh roasted peanuts and a little patience.

Nobody was there when we arrived and parked the van. As soon as he was out of the door, Jake started his summons. I never get used to seeing it: with vocal chirps, clucks, and pops, Jake calls the wildlife to him. And, the wildlife responds. In seconds, the air is filled with the cries of, maybe, 25 birds. They dip and dodge through the pines and land in a very small impatient semi-circle around the boulder we choose to sit on. The bag is opened, handfuls of nuts grabbed, and the birds went crazy as we tossed a bunch at once to let everyone get one right away without waiting or fighting. Then, as individual birds become used to us, they returned for more, bouncing off rocks, diving from trees, hopping along the railing and the walkways, plucking one from Jake's open hand!

"Watch out behind you," he spoke quietly. The sound of his voice was the only thing that prevented me from screaming. I pictured a 12" tall jay pecking my ear off, but turned to see the cutest little chipmunk on his hind legs, preparing to jump at my hand for a nut. I quickly dropped one at his feet; he grabbed it and scampered away. Soon a busload of tourists arrived and we got set: with large numbers of nuts in our pockets, we tossed enough to get every bird in flight with a full beak, turned to each other and kissed. (We do this a lot, but, for the tourists, we do it with 'chaste showiness': hands folded into each other's, distance between our bodies, eyes closed). The 'flock' of returning jays arrived just before the tourists reached us and it looked as though the birds had all come to see two people in love! The 'ooos' and 'ahhhs' were drowned out by the sounds from dozens of cameras. We parted for a moment to hand feed (Jake) and toss (me) peanuts to our 'feathered audience'. Someone in this crowd actually started clapping! We pretend to just notice their arrival and hurriedly depart for the van, struggling not to be seen laughing until we were on our way and well out of sight.

Plans for Truckee window-shopping are changed and we retrace our route back down Highway 50. We stopped at a lodge in Twin Bridges and raced to the door to the left of the lodge's main entrance. The screen door was opened to the smiles of a small girl, obviously on her first day on the job. She was about 12 years old, blonde, blue-eyed, and eager to please. So, with as little fuss as possible, Jake and I ordered old-fashioned ice cream on large, twisted homemade sugarcones. (I know: we had just left a mountainside after being covered with snow and now craved icecream! But it was a lot milder at this elevation and the sun had come out, dazzling all it washed with clear bright warmth.) The little girl seemed to know exactly what to do, making our cones with care, looking up the prices, taking our money and making proper change. I pretended not to notice the proud mommy just beyond a side door and left the girl a $2.00 tip. She couldn't hold her glee long, though, and was gushing to mommy before we got outside.

Driving slowly now so as not to miss the proper tract marker, we made our way to the turnoff and down the long, bumpy drive to the small cabin. Jake rents it out most of the time but it was early in the season (...snow in his hair, on his legs. Why am I thinking of this now?) and it was 'reserved' just for us. Not bothering with anything more than closing the van doors, we made our way down a small overgrown path and, suddenly, face the swift and noisy upper American River. A stroll downstream a bit brought us to a quieter place, with stones seemingly placed for us to cross to a sun-bathed boulder in the middle of the river. There, we finished our ice cream, never eating from our own cone - always offering ours and accepting the other. Then, washing our hands, stretching out prone on the big rock to reach the cold water.

Jake splashed water on the boulder to lightly cool it and began to unbutton my top. I am shy of public nudity and almost stopped him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I turned from him, allowing him to unclasp my bra. Jake centered me on the cool, wet surface, laying me down on my stomach, then proceeding to massage me, working out all of the deep soreness and pain from my legs, thighs, hips, back, and neck. I'm dosing in and out of bliss forever.

Neglecting my bra, which he stuffed into a pocket, he dressed me again and helped me back to the river's bank. On the way back to the cabin, we gathered small, dry branches for kindling for the fire.

Later that evening, by the warm light of the crackling fire, we made passionate love. And, much later, we ventured upstairs to the bed and continued our lovemaking throughout the night.

* * * * *

Jan is 5 years old, now. That may seem far too young to you, but he has a deep, quiet understanding well beyond his years, quite like his father. Today, I will tell him of the time you and I played with the animals and the tourists, the time we ate ice cream in the sun, the time we almost made it to the top of the mountain, of the time when we made him. I think he can understand, now.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you are crying right now, you know just how deep a mother's love runs. Thank you for reading a piece so close to my heart. 



Friends & Lovers



Amanda and Rick are living in Newfane, Pennsylvania. They own a ten unit apartment building; he is the maintenance man and she is the office manager. They also own a beautiful two bedroom ranch styled log cabin set on ten acres of land a the end of a dead end road with an eight foot fence surrounding the backyard. In one corner of the yard is a one room log cabin complete with a fireplace, full bathroom, candles, a deck of cards, a bearskin rug over a burgundy red plush carpet and a king sized sleigh bed. There is no phone or TV, just a stereo that plays CDs and tapes.

In the main house, they have everything they could want and need. All of the major kitchen appliances including a dishwasher are in the kitchen. Off the kitchen, connected to the two car garage is a utility room with an upright freezer, washer and dryer. The master bedroom has two full walk in closets, two dressers, a king sized bed and an entertainment center with a TV, VCR and stereo. The master bathroom has a hot tub and a shower/tub combination.

It is the end of a long busy week. Mandi and Rick haven't had much time together because they've both been busy getting three apartments ready for new tenants. Mandi works Monday through Thursday from six until four. Fridays, she spends the day at home doing housework. On this Friday, she is at home just finishing cleaning the house when Rick comes in at noon. She greets him at the door with a hug and kiss then asks, "How long are you home for?"

Rick hugs her tight and replies, "For the rest of the day and all weekend. Brian and Kyle are on call for the weekend. Why?"

"I know we were supposed to go to the flea market in Cedar Creek this weekend but it's supposed to rain all weekend. Would you like to get away from here for the weekend?"

"I'd love that, honey. Where?"

"Go shower and put on sweatpants and a tee shirt with nothing else then meet me in the cabin. I've got a surprise for you."

"I love surprises. Give me ten minutes."

"Will do."

After Rick goes into their bedroom, Mandi finishes what she was doing then heads for the cabin where she starts the fireplace and changes into a black lacy nightgown. She sets up a picnic of cheese, crackers, apples, peanut butter, strawberries, grapes, iced tea and apple juice in front of the fireplace, turns the stereo on and waits for Rick to come in. Rick comes in and smiles brightly when he sees Mandi laying in front of the fireplace wearing the nightgown he bought her with snack type food laid out next to her. 

Mandi pats the rug next to her and invites Rick to join her. Rick sits next to her on the rug then Mandi hands Rick a cold glass of iced tea. He drinks it down in one swallow. 

Mandi smiles and says, "Lay down on the rug on your belly, please."

Rick does as she asks then Mandi helps him out of his tee shirt, pours some flavored massage oil onto her hands then she sits on his lower back and gives him a nice slow, shoulder, neck and upper back massage. After she finishes the massage, she leans down and starts nibbling on his ear and neck, causing him to scrunch his shoulder. Mandi smiles softly at his reaction and says, "Roll over please."

Rick rolls over, Mandi sits on his belly, leans down and starts to kiss him on his forehead, cheeks, nose and finally his lips. Rick responds by cupping her cheeks and deepening the kiss. Mandi sucks on his tongue as she stretches out full length on him feeling his hardening dick pressing into her. She runs her hands over his bare chest before slipping them under his sweatpants and stroking his dick. Rick rolls them over so that they are laying side by side facing each other. He unties the top of her gown and runs his fingers lightly over the tops of her full tits. He helps her out of her gown then starts nibbling and kissing her neck working his way down to her tits. 

Mandi squirms against him, pushes his sweatpants off and slowly strokes his dick while feeding him her tits. Rick moves her hand off him and says, "Wait. Let me pleasure you first."

Mandi lets go of his dick and whispers, "I love you."

Rick lifts his head, searches her eyes then he lowers his head and kisses her slowly and teasingly. He licks her lips and whispers, "Suck my tongue."

Mandi sucks on his tongue lightly then she runs her hands over his chest and plays with his nipples. Rick lifts his head, moves down her throat, nips at her tits, licks her nipples then he slowly drags the tip of his mustache over them causing her to inhale sharply at the sensations. He smiles softly and moves further down her belly, nipping and licking lightly until he gets to her dripping wet pussy. He runs his fingers lightly over her freshly shaven mound then he slowly slips his finger into her. He looks into her eyes and says, "What do you need, honey?"

Mandi arches against his fingers and says, "Eat my pussy, please. Finger me while you eat me."

Rick lowers his head and starts to lick her while slowly moving two fingers in and out of her. He nibbles on her lips, sucks on her clitoris then he very gently slips a finger into her anus. Mandi rests her hands on his head and moves her hips against his mouth and fingers as she nears the edge. Rick lifts his head and says, "Relax and let it go, baby. There's nobody here that can hear you except me. Let me taste your juice."

Mandi arches against his fingers as she reaches her first orgasm of the night. She tightens her hold on him and says, "Ease up, Ricky, ease up."

Rick pulls his fingers out of her holes, licks them and says, "Sweet. You okay?"

Mandi rests on her back, takes a deep breath and says, "I think so. It's been too long. Can I please you now?"

Rick kneels onto his knees, holds his rock hard, leaking prick at the base and whispers, "Suck him, honey."

Mandi wraps her small hand around his throbbing dick, licks the head, lapping up his cream then she slowly lowers her mouth onto him fully. He throws his head back, rests his hands on her shoulders and says, "Easy, baby, easy. You're playing with a stick of dynamite there."

Mandi smiles and says, "Are you that close, Ricky?"

Rick pulls away from her mouth, lays down on his back, holds his prick upright and says, "Ride the pony, honey."

Mandi straddles his hips, holds his prick against her wet pussy and slowly lowers herself onto him causing both of them to gasp out loud. Rick holds her hips tight against his and says, "Don't move yet, honey. I'm too close. Your pussy is so hot, wet and tight."

Mandi runs her fingernails over his nipples gently, leans down and kisses him while rubbing her clitoris against him. Rick sucks on her tongue then he starts to move his hips slowly up and down with her on his prick. He nibbles on her neck and whispers, "Your pussy feels so damn good around my dick. It's been too long since we've been together like this."

Mandi sits up, takes his hands and places them on her tits. She looks into his blue eyes, smiles and says, "Suck on my tits while I ride you."

Rick sits up, cups her tits in his large hands and nibbles on them while screwing her. He nips lightly at her nipples, runs his tongue between her tits and whispers, "Let me roll us over so that I can really fuck you."

Mandi smiles and says, "Okay. Do you want to move to the bed?"

Rick rolls them over until she is on the bottom, rests his upper weight on his elbows and says, "No. Let's stay here for now. Wrap your legs around my waist."

Mandi does as he asks and starts moving her hips with his. He slips a hand between them, finds her clitoris and strokes while increasing the speed of his hips. He smiles and says, "That's it, baby. Come around my dick, wet my balls down. Let me feel you flood my dick make me come."

Mandi arches into his arms as she comes around his driving dick causing him to come inside her. He slumps onto her, kisses her neck and says, "Thank you, honey. Are we staying here all weekend?"

Mandi smiles, hugs him tight, runs her hands over his back and says, "Yes, we are. I have the cell phone so if we are really needed, we can be reached but I told everyone not to call unless it is an extreme emergency. We haven't had any time with each other this week and I felt that we needed it."



Friends & Lovers



Angelica and Collin had been best friends for what seemed like forever. Angelica had had a secret crush on him for years but it was one of those kinds of friendships that if it dared to tread into no man's land, there could be no turning back. Collin, who seemed to be completely oblivious to her sexual advances, was happy to continue as buds. Through the years there had never been anything but strictly friendship between them. Something better happen soon, she thought, because this whole sexual tension thing was driving her insane. 

Tonight was going to be different. Finally, she would tell him that she had wanted to feel his long hard cock inside her pussy for months. They had a plan to meet at their local hang out and Angelica decided that tonight it was now or never and she needed to make her move.

Angelica slowly prepared herself for the night ahead. Stepping into the shower, she began to relax and let the hot water from the shower head run down her body. As she began to lather herself, her fingers slowly moved over her luscious mounds and she felt her nipples tighten to rock hard erasers at the mere suggestion of touch. She grabbed her favorite bottle of body lotion/wash and slowly drizzled it down over her body. She felt amazing, imaging it was "his" hands drifting over every inch of her lovely body. She took the sponge from the side of the shower and lathering it up good she slowly massaged her swollen breasts. Feeling sexy as the soap suddenly washed and pooled between her legs, she moved the sponge and brushed it back and forth across her womanly curls. Her clitoris twitching with desire, she placed the sponge right over her now pulsing clitoris. Knowing that he would be here any moment to pick her up for the evening ahead, made her touch herself with more excitement.

As she maneuvered the shower head spray off its mount, she slowly washed away all the silky white suds. Liking the constant pressure of the spray on her twat, she open her pussy lips and felt its pulsating head sending waves of pleasure radiating throughout her body. 

DOOR BELL.

"Oh shit" Angelica exclaimed. "He's early"

Wrapping a big fluff towel around her body, she answered the door. 

"Sorry Collin, I'm running a little behind" as she let him in.

Collin did not say much at all as he entered her home. She was a goddess, pale, soft skin all pink and rosy and fresh from her shower.

"I will be ready in just a moment," Angelica replied.

With a glint in his eye, and a strong hand, he moved closer and said, "No need to hurry on my account"....and with a slight tug of the towel, Colin set her free. She was naked as the true angel she was.

"My God, you're lovely," as his eyes took his fill.

Feeling the connection, Angelica could hardly believe what was happening she had been dreaming about this very thing and here he was standing right before her, completely rock hard.

"Well, I'm all yours if you want it" she breathlessly whispered

With a guttural moan, Collin pulled her into his arms, feeling her warmth spread through him like wildfire as her breasts pressed against his shirt. What an amazing feeling it was to have a totally naked woman pressed up against you with all your clothes still on.

"Oh, I want," he replied and he gathered her into his arms and strode purposefully to the bedroom. Gently, he laid her back upon the pillows and her legs fell to the side. He devoured her with his eyes, taking his fill of her exquisite nakedness and womanly mound. 

Earlier Angelica had prepared her bedroom with the anticipation of making love to herself, but now it was ready for two. They were lovers to be, but still old friends to explore this new found connection. 

" I have craved you for so long," Colin exclaimed and slowly removing his shirt and pants. Angelica fondled her breasts, massaging and tweaking the nipples into tight, hard nubs as she watched him slowly undress and gasped as she saw his beckoning cock through his pants.

"Oooohh, you are happy to see me aren't you" 

As his manhood sprung from his briefs, a breath caught in her throat. "My god, your perfect!" she exclaimed . With that she rose up on her knees and reached towards him. As she took a hold of his now throbbing sex, she looked in his eyes and slowly bent towards his crotch gently lapping at his cock and playing with his scrotum. 

Massaging his balls and wetting his shaft, she took him fully into her mouth. She ran her tongue up and down his thick big stalk, as she swirled and gently sucked his cock plunging his entire length into her mouth. Deep within her soft wet mouth, he groaned. It was amazing as his penis played pool with her tonsils. Loving his reactions to her, she squeezed his balls and sucked with delight. His breath was becoming more labored and she could feel the tension rising in his loins. Not to be undone, he pushed her gently away and said, "My turn. I have been dying to taste you" and with that he pushed her back on to the bed.

He bent over her and kissed her swollen lips. Tasting a bit of his own muskiness, they kissed as if they were obsessed. Consuming each other in their carnal lust, Colin raked his whiskers across her neck and nibbled her ear and felt a shudder course through her body. He played with her breasts, pinching the nipples back into tight hard peaks. Moving slowly down her body, he delighted in her softness and the small moans she made. It was music to his ears. Tracing a path with his tongue, he drove her crazy as he nipped and caressed her body and moved slowly towards her apex. Giving a gentle nip to her inner thighs, he tantalized her with his tongue, careful not to go too quick and enjoying feeling her strain towards him in anticipation of his warm mouth. Her pussy was begging for a nibble. Colin spread her lips stroking her and loving the gentle musk of her womanly scent wash over him. He could feel her writhing against his skilled fingers and her pussy was soaking. "Oh, you're so wet," and with that he began to lap at her. "You taste amazing!" and he knew he would not forget her taste or her scent anytime soon.

Angelica's fingers dug into the bedspread as Colin licked her like the most delicious ice cream. Taking her engorged clit into his mouth, he sucked and drove 2 fingers deep within her cunt. Feeling her vaginal muscles quiver against his mouth and hands had an amazing effect on him. He had never felt a woman more responsive to his touch than her. She was reaching her peak, he could feel it, but he wasn't ready to let her go just yet.

They were both now ready for the main event. As he rose above her, he kept a finger massaging her clit and with the other hand he massaged the tip of his penis against her soft folds. Man, was she slick and ready to take him into her soft, wet pussy. 

"OH Colin, fill me now" she pleaded softly. With no more encouragement needed, he drove into her with one hard thrust, filling her completely and feeling his balls press against her ass cheeks. With long, complete thrusting strokes he drove her to the edge, feeling her luscious mounds crushed against his chest. Kissing each other passionately as if there was no tomorrow and they couldn't get enough of one another. He had waited a long time to be surrounded by her warm sweet cum, she was so wet it trickled over his sack. He touched her clitoris vigorously and watched the emotions play across her face, knowing that he was filling her completely with each hard thrust of his cock. Her slick heat welcoming him, he had never felt a woman so wet and such a perfect fit.

"Oh I'm going to come" she said. "Wait for me" he pleaded. Writhing together, their pelvises, minds and heart melded into one. She came with such a force that her vaginal muscles wrapped like a band around his shaft and he exploded from the sheer pleasure she was experiencing herself. Ripples of pure pleasure washed over their bodies as they climaxed together. Each shudder they experienced individually was mirrored by the others body seemingly lasting forever.

Wrapped in each others arms, smelling the sweet scents of sex, they slowly laid there caressing and looking deep into each other eyes. Neither said a word as no words were need. Each of them knew that they had both experienced something special and truly sensational beyond belief.



Friends & Lovers



Greg sat and stared at the kid. He was amazed and remembered what it was like to be that young and be hurting like Eddy was. Eddy was just 23 years old, and was crying and feeling as though his world had just fallen apart and his heart had been ripped from his body, still beating, and then had been flung back in his face. Greg remembered that kind of pain all to well. He'd been young, in love and newly gay once too. And had experienced almost the exact same thing – a strong infatuation with another man – about the same age – that had used Greg to feel his own way out of the closet – but never meant any of the sweet nothings he'd whispered in Greg's ear.

Looking back, now with quite a few years of emotional growth and experience, he couldn't believe he'd ever been so naïve about "love" and thought that the first man he'd been with would be his forever true love; that they'd live together, happily, in love, for the rest of their lives. Of course, if that had been the case, Greg's life would have been over just months after they'd met!

It had been a typical Friday night for most people, but it was a very special night for Greg. He'd just told his mom and dad that he was gay and that he was never going to be straight and never get married and have kids like his other brother and his sister. And they'd actually taken the "news" pretty well. There was no crying, no hysterics, none of the drama he'd heard so much about from other people. His dad asked if he was sure and his mom, basically, told him that it was about time! 

Even though Greg had been "out" and about – to himself and to the guys he'd see at the local bars, telling his folks was the first big step he'd taken in his coming out process. He felt so much better, now that he didn't have to lie – or at least not be 100% truthful – to his parents about himself or his life and his future.

So Greg was going out to celebrate and have a good time. With his new outlook on life and his new openness about being gay, all the walls were down and he had no fears at all. He strode into the first club – Zenith – and headed for the bar. The place was crowded tonight and he was looking at all the guys. Some he recognized from other nights here, some were new.

When it was his turn at the bar, he said "John, give me a run & coke, with a lime!"

"Sure thing, Greg," the bar tender turned away to get a glass and make the drink. "It's a little busy tonight. Some group is here in town for meetings, and a lot of them must be gay!"

It didn't hurt that Zenith was just two blocks from the hotel row and the convention center. "Yeah, I kind of noticed the crowds. Nice; must be a good night for tips!"

John placed the drink in front of Greg and took the five dollar bill Greg had set down. "Some yes, some no," John replied. Some of these guys are very liberal with the cash and some aren't." He handed Greg back his change and headed off to get another patron's request.

Greg dropped a buck on the counter and turned into the crowds. During the evening, he'd met a few friends and found some hot guys to flirt with. A few flirted back, and by the end of that evening, Greg and Jake had gone back to Jake's hotel and done it all – from swapping hot, wet kisses to equally hot and wet blow-jobs. 

And the night had been capped off with them flip-flopping in the sack, tacking turns fucking the other until they both finally erupted with loads of cum flying in the air and landing on each other and on the bed. For Jake, it was a scene right out of porn; for Greg, he felt a little something more.

Jake had been in town for the rest of the week; he and Greg spent many hours together – dinner, drinks, sex. They enjoyed each other's company and bodies and all was good. But then, the night Jake had to go home came. After they fucked for the last time – long and slow and passionate – Jake told Greg that he was heading home (a known fact) but also that he had a boyfriend back in wherever it was that he was from.

Greg was hurt by this revelation. Even though he knew nothing would probably come of the week with Jake, he'd secretly hoped that maybe, just maybe, Jake would want to keep in contact and maybe they could develop some kind of a relationship. Well that was blown now with the news that Jake had a boyfriend and obviously cheated a lot.

Greg got dressed quickly and left the room; but no so quickly that Jake could notice how used Greg felt. The swapped contact information and promised to "keep in touch" but Greg threw away the slip of paper once he hit the lobby. He went back to Zenith and drowned his sorrows in another drink.

That was the night he'd met Bryan. And that was the night he fell in love again for the first time with a man.

Bryan had been cute and cool, sweet and kind and sexy and hot and all of the things that make us go "WOW" when we see those combinations. Bryan took all of Greg's attention, even if only because Greg was putting it all on Bryan. He was sexy. He was hot. He looked like Paul Walker, but with a more "innocent, boy next door" shine. He was about 6' tall and probably weighed in at no more than about 180 pounds. Blue eyes, blondish brown hair and a great smile. His eyes had a bit of a mischievous spark and were deep and beautiful.

Greg had been sulking and playing one of the bar counter games – plugging in quarters and playing work games and puzzles. He felt the presence of somebody looking over his shoulder but focused on the game. He'd come across a difficult puzzle and was no where near figuring the answer when he heard "try the letter M" from over his shoulder. He looked back, and saw a man – that sexy Bryan – and he pushed M on the screen. Suddenly, the puzzle made perfect sense and he won the round.

He turned to the man and said "Thank you. I guess I wasn't seeing the obvious." He raised his glass towards the man in a toast.

The other man returned the toast. "My name is Bryan."

"Greg."

"You'd better get back to your game; I don't want you to lose on my account."

"That's okay," Greg replied. "I've got the top scores anyway. But would you like to play?"

"Sure. As long as I can play with you," Bryan replied. There was a wink and a mischievous grin with the reply. He squeezed in next to Greg, their bodies touching lightly. Greg felt a charge of excitement course through him.

They played the touch screen game for about an hour, chatting about the games and some of their likes. They got better acquainted and talked about themselves to each other. Greg was feeling good about the night, now, hours after having been "dumped" by Jake and he was enjoying the time with Bryan. He decided to make a bold move and see what would happen.

"So... um ... Bryan; I'm having a good time with you, but I can't help but wonder how much more of a good time we could have together. If we left here and went, I don't know, but... maybe someplace else?" Greg was feeling shy and bold, all at the same time. It was truly the first time he'd ever asked a guy to go someplace else. Usually the other guy asked or it was just kind of understood and they'd leave and figure it out as they left.

Bryan's smile appeared and he waggled his eyebrows. "You bet! What did you have in mind?"

Greg smiled back and he shyly looked away. "Well, something involving you and me and no clothes and maybe some lube?" Bryan laughed and grabbed a hold of Greg, pulling him up to kiss him and hug him. His body felt good against Greg's and his thoughts of Jake slid away.

"I've been waiting all night for this," Bryan whispered in his ear, nibbling on the lobe as he did. They set their drinks on the counter and Bryan led Greg from the bar. They walked out to their cars and stopped. 

"So," Bryan asked, "where should we go?"

Greg mentioned that he had his place, but that he had a roommate and didn't like bringing guys back there. Bryan told Greg to follow him to his place and told him about where it was and they were off. A few minutes later, they pulled up in front of a Spanish style building with arched windows with awnings, red tile roof and lush, tropical landscaping, illuminated by low lights. It was like out of a TV show. Greg followed Bryan into the parking area and parked where Bryan indicated. The got out and walked to Bryan's apartment.

Seconds after closing the door, Bryan pinned Greg against the wall and kissed him hard, his tongue invading Greg's mouth, his hand above his head, and Bryan's body pressed against his.

Greg kissed him back and hard as he could, and both men ground against each other against the wall. Greg could feel his cock swelling in his pants and could feel the outline of Bryan's own cock, rubbing against his leg. Greg pulled one hand free of Bryan's and reached around to pull Bryan even closer. He slid the hand around and grabbed Bryan's hard cock and Bryan let out a moan of pleasure.

Greg could feel the hard thick length of Bryan's cock. It was bigger than Jake's cock had been and felt good through the jeans. He wanted to feel that cock out of the jeans; in his hands; in his mouth; in his ass. He really longed for this cock, more than he'd longed for any other cock or man before.

Bryan's free hand was running across Greg's body, massaging and grasping his pecs and his ass and his cock. Each time his fingers brushed across Greg's nipples, a shudder ran up his back. He pushed his tongue deeper into Bryan's mouth with each pass and with each grab of his body. He'd feel his own cock throb and twitch with each pass of Bryan's hands, as well.

On one pass, Bryan's hand stayed at Greg's crotch and began to work the zipper and buttons on his jeans. Slowly, ever so slowly, Bryan worked at Greg's jeans and finally got them open. He slid his hand around the back and slipped a finger into the top of Greg's ass, pushing on the back of the jeans with his hand, lowering them for even better access to the sweet round butt. Each inch the jeans dropped was another inch closer to Greg's ultimate pleasure of the night. 

With his own hand, Greg also began to work on Bryan's jeans, working the belt free and unbuttoning each button of the fly. The feel of the tight cotton of Bryan's underwear was a super sexy feel to Greg's fingers, as he slid them along the length of the cock still within the material. His own ass was now free of his jeans as they slid to his knees, freeing his cock. Each rub of his cock against the jeans and the cotton of Bryan's underwear sent more shivers of anticipation and desire through Greg's cock, making him want more of Bryan's body to be pressed into or against his own.

Bryan let go of Greg's other hand and reached down to take off the rest of Greg's clothes. He slid his mouth down Greg's neck and across his chest, nibbling on the nipples as he passed. Greg's nipples responded to the touch of tongue and teeth by hardening and sending more pleasure into Greg's body. He was ready to burst with passion and lust for this man. He was ready for whatever would come.

Bryan stepped back from Greg and looked his body over. "Wow. Very nice!" he said as he pulled his own shirt off and removed his jeans. Now, standing in just his briefs, Greg could truly admire Bryan's body and his build. His body was well toned and had the look of "natural" toning, rather than the more sculpted – and forced – look of a gym-tone physique. His abs had a smooth look, without a pronounced six-pack of ridges, his pecs were firm and formed, and his legs were shapely and smooth.

Greg's own body was in great shape, as well, but since he worked out at the gym, he had more pronounced toning and sculpting to his muscles. His butt was rounded and well shaped from years of stair-climbers and workouts, and always drew compliments. While his cock was not as big as Bryan's, he wasn't a shrinking violet, either. 

His cock jutted hard, strong and proud from his balls and the smattering of curly dark hair that surrounded all of it. That same hair led up to a line that rode up the center of his abs to furl out across his chest, in a light coating of the sexy fur.

Bryan's body had limited hair, with just his legs and arms having a layer of the soft fuzz. Since his underwear was still in place, Greg couldn't see the dark mass of pubes that surrounded the cock and balls and was neatly trimmed. He soon took care of that, though, but reaching out and pulling Bryan closer by the waistband of the briefs and then pushing them down as he dropped to his knees. Once he was faced with the cock, he put his lips around the head and tasted the bit of clear fluid that had leaked from within. It was sweet and salty and wonderful on his tongue. He slid the cock deeper into his mouth, nearly pressing his lips against the base, but not quite able to swallow the entire length. That was something he would work to accomplish.

Bryan's body swayed a bit as Greg's mouth and tongue worked along the shaft and around the head. He reached up with one hand and caressed Bryan's balls, feeling them swell and get hotter. He could feel Bryan's legs shake with desire and heard the moan from his lips. The stiff dick felt and tasted so good between his lips, he felt as he could stay this way for ever. But his own body wanted more.

Bryan's hands grabbed Greg's head while he thrust his dick in and out of Greg's talented mouth. It was an incredible feeling for both men and created an instant bond for them. Greg continued to work the balls with his hand and the head with his tongue; Bryan moaned with each passing minute, each motion and feeling driving him further towards ecstasy. Greg's hand slid to his cock, stroking it in time with each stroke of the cock in his mouth. But still, he wanted more. He let Bryan's cock slip from his mouth saying "I want you to fuck me. I want that cock in my ass!" 

Bryan pulled Greg up and led him towards the back of the apartment. They reached the bedroom and Bryan flipped on the lights and grabbed Greg again, pushing him to the bed. Bryan then fell on top of Greg, grinding his cock against Greg's cock and stomach and shoving his tongue deep in Greg's mouth. 

Pulling back for a moment he answered Greg's previous plea, "Oh, yes. I want to fuck you hard and long and feel you cum and cum and cum again while my dick is inside you." He reached over to the nightstand and opened a box; it was full of condoms and packets of lube. He removed the foil packs and opened them, smearing lube on his cock. Greg shifted on the bed and got on his hands and knees. Bryan slipped his tongue into Greg's ass and tasted the hole. Greg moaned and grunted with pleasure.

"Now fuck me, Bryan! Fuck me! I want your cock inside of my ass!" Bryan used more of the lube on Greg's ass, slid the condom down his cock and lubed his cock up some more. He then climbed behind Greg and put his cock into the round and firm ass and slid it in, inch by hard inch.

With each push of the hard cock into his ass, Greg moaned and grunted with delight. His ass flexed and twitched around the hard cock and fit to it like a glove to a hand. He rocked back against Bryan, wanting the whole cock in his ass, and Bryan obliged, shoving his cock deep into the ass, fully thrusting it as deep as he could. He leaned forward and reached around to Greg's chest, pulling on the hard nipples he found there. He grunted as he felt Greg's ass flex tighter around his cock, loving the feel. 

He couldn't remember a single time he'd felt so in-tune with the guy he was fucking as he felt with Greg. They each seemed to anticipate the other's movement and their rhythm was perfectly matched. Each thrust of his cock brought a grunt from Greg and each flex of his ass got a response from Bryan; moans and grunts and sighs mixed with other guttural sounds of pleasure.

Bryan pulled his cock out of Greg's ass and pushed him over on the bed. "Come on. Put your legs in the air. I want to see your face while I'm fucking you!" Greg complied, laying on his back and pulling his knees to his chest. Bryan mounted up and slid his cock all the way in, each of them grunting and panting in time. It was incredible. Greg's hand stroked his cock, matching each of Bryan's thrusts deep inside. He knew that both men were close to cumming and he wanted to explode with the lust and passion he was feeling. 

With each passing moment and thrust, they raced to the edge, their lust and passions culminating towards their orgasmic finish. Each tug on Greg's cock matched the flex and thrust of Bryan's cock in his ass. Within seconds, both men were grunting, moaning and panting, their breath racing in and out of their lungs. With the final deep thrust of his cock, Bryan pulled his cock out of Greg's ass and pulled the condom off, just as the first wave of cum spurt from his cock. Greg's own cock started letting loose loads of hot cum, at the same time, with each stroke. Bryan reached and began stroking his own cock, pulling more cum from it, spraying Greg's abs and mixing their fluids.

With a final shudder of release and grunt of pleasure, the two men slumped together, breathing and grunting with satisfied pleasure. Between gasps and panting, they'd kiss each other, passionately and tenderly, as the orgasmic pleaser of their coupling drained. They both were so spent from the experience, neither remembering so good an encounter with another.

This was the way of their relationship over the next few months – with fiery episodes of passion and lust and all consuming sexual desire. Neither of them ever denied the other in any way, taking their relationship to new heights of sexual pleasure and thrills.

But, as they say, the candle that burns twice as bright, burns half as long, and it was only months later when the two men knew that it couldn't last. Greg had fallen madly for Bryan, but soon found out that Bryan was still closeted in many ways about his sexuality. He was about the same age as Greg, but had not had the support to fully come from that closet and it created more rifts than their lust and sexual compatibility could conquer.

Greg was devastated and spent many days and weeks in solitude, crying and wondering "why" and being in pain. But time does heal wounds and soon Greg was feeling better and started going out and dating again. He'd met many men during the intervening years; had some great times and some good loves, and he went on with life.

Now, tonight, here he was at Zenith, talking with Eddy and seeing his own past in Eddy's story. He'd met Eddy at the gym a few months back and they'd become workout buddies, each spotting the other during sets and offering support when the other just didn't feel up to the work out. They'd hung out a few times; seeing movies, having dinner; but nothing ever grew between them. Now, tonight, Greg could see some of himself in Eddy and felt more than friendship for the first time.

Eddy was, as Greg had seen, quite the guy magnet in the bar. He had been the high school star quarterback and captain of the baseball and wrestling teams. He'd been blessed with a good build to begin with and his strict regimental work outs only made his body beefier and better toned. If he'd been going for "massive size", Eddy could have easily made a name on the body-builder circuit and probably could have captured many a title and award.

But his gayness had kept him from trying to get into that world. He'd been closeted during high school, but he'd also had a few experiences with other boys and knew where his real desires lay. But he never thought much of the world of sports beyond his high school years. He'd gone to college and studied sports medicine and was decided what to do with his life. That's when he'd met Mark and fallen in love.

Eddy worked part time, as needed, as a personal trainer, trying to help others achieve results from their work outs at the gym. And Mark had stopped one time to ask a few questions about technique and then they talked a bit more and started dating. And it was good, for a while, but then Mark grew tired of Eddy and wanted something else – the next flavor of the month, basically.




Friends & Lovers



Now Eddy and Greg were having a cocktail and Greg was providing what support he could to the guy. They were at Zenith, and it was a slow evening, so they could sit and talk and not be bumped and jostled. But the bar was getting more crowded and some people would openly gawk at Eddy in his distress.

"Eddy? Why don't we go someplace else to talk? It'll be quieter and easier for you, I'm sure." 

Greg gently lifted on Eddy's arm, as he nodded and stood up. They went out to Greg's car and climbed inside. With another sigh, Eddy started a new wave of sobbing and crying, hurting from Mark's betrayal. Bryan had at least broken up with Greg before he'd started looking and hunting for the next. Mark, however, started once he felt he needed something more; something that was not Eddy. And he hadn't been discreet about it, either.

Greg started the car and Eddy slowly calmed back down, but tears still rolled down his face. "So young and yet so much emotion" Greg thought. He backed the car out of the spot and headed from the bar. Soon, Eddy was talking about how he felt, more thinking out loud than having a conversation and Greg listened. He drove for a while with no real purpose and then they ended up in the hills, at an overlook with a great view of the city lights below. He pulled off to the side and stopped, putting the car in park and shutting it off. Eddy was still thinking out loud, coming to grips with his situation in his own time and way.

"Eddy, I know you really loved Mark, but he definitely was not worth your esteem and your love. He proved that just by doing what he did to you and without any thought about you. He was your love and you were... well, you were just the newest hot boy on the arm. I'm sorry." 

Greg waited for Eddy's reply.

"Yeah," he said with a sigh. "You're right. I know most of it is my own issue for putting so much into him... But I really thought he would be worth it." He sighed again, deep and low, but didn't start crying or sobbing again.

They sat for a while in silence, looking out over the lights below. It truly was a beautiful sight to see. Greg relaxed with each passing moment. This had always been one of his favorite places to relax over the years.

Eddy's voice disturbed the silence. "Can I ask you a question?" Greg looked at Eddy and nodded his head. "What do you think about me? I mean, you've known me for years now and always been a nice guy to me. We've spent a lot of good times together, so you know me. So, what do you think?" 

Eddy's hand rested on Greg's knee after the question, sending a jolt through him.

"Well, um..." Greg started. But he didn't know where to go. "Mark is a slime ball." Eddy nodded, but then shook his head. Greg knew that Eddy agreed with his statement but didn't want to talk anymore about Mark. But Greg still didn't know where to go. He stammered and started again. 

"I... I just..." He placed his own hand on Eddy's hand, and that jolt ran through his system again. He looked Eddy in the face and saw that Eddy was staring back at him. For the first time, though, he noticed something in Eddy's eyes; a desire; a passion; a feeling. His own eyes widened with recognition of that look.

Before Greg could open his mouth to speak again, Eddy was leaning across the car and kissing him; grasping the back of Greg's head with his other hand. Greg resisted at first, but then fully returned the kiss; allowing his own desires and passions to come forth. He felt a familiar stirring in his lap, his cock getting hard and hot. "But this is Eddy" his mind protested. His heart – and his body – overruled his head as he let himself go into the lust and passion he was suddenly aware of for the first time.

Greg kissed Eddy full and passionately. Soon, he was aware that Eddy's hand was no longer on his thigh, but had slid up to his crotch and was squeezing his growing cock. Again, Greg's mind resisted, but his body and passion took over. He reached his own hands out and touched Eddy; tenderly, on the face, lustfully on his cock, playfully on his chest. Each man responded to the other and soon they were engulfed in a sea of desire and lust.

Greg lost track of the passing minutes, but he realized he wanted more than just this session of making out in the car. He pulled back and suggested "Let's get out of here." Eddy nodded and leaned back into his own seat, a smile on his lips and creeping into his eyes. Greg drove the car down the road, knowing their destination would be his home.

Minutes later, they were climbing out of Greg's car and heading in to the house. Once through the door, they began kissing and caressing each other, getting a feel for the bodies they both knew well and had seen through years of being good friends and work out buddies. Greg knew nearly every inch of Eddy's body, having seen him naked in the gym, changing or showering, and Eddy knew Greg's body the same. Yet, as they undressed each other, it was if they were seeing each other's bodies for the first time. 

Soon, both men were naked and seeing those bodies with new lights of lust and passion. Eddy noticed how solid Greg's body was, but also how round and sexy his butt was – even now, at nearly 40 years old. Greg noticed how hard and muscular Eddy's body was, but also how soft and smooth his skin felt. He noticed, for the first time, the girth and swell of Eddy's cock, and wanted to feel and taste that cock. He grabbed the cock with one hand and pulled Eddy close with the other, feeling his friend's body up against his own. It was a feeling unlike any he'd had in a long time.

Before very long, Eddy had led Greg back to the bedroom and slowly lay on the bed with him. They continued to kiss and explore, but it wasn't very long before Eddy pushed Greg on his back and straddled his cock, slowly impaling himself on it. Greg groaned and shuddered with pleasure as his friend slipped over his cock, sliding down the shaft until he was fully inside Eddy's ass. Greg flexed his legs and his ass, moving his cock inside Eddy, and Eddy groaned with pleasure. 

Soon they got into a stead rhythm of sliding Greg's cock in and out of Eddy's ass, by one or both of them shifting and moving with the other. Pre-cum oozed and dripped from Eddy's cock with each bounce, as he began to move with greater urgency on Greg's cock. Soon, Eddy threw his head back; let out a deep grunt and a deep guttural "Fuck!" as cum began spilling forth, his seed landing on Greg's abs and chest. But he never slowed his movements, sliding up and down on Greg's cock. Even after the last drops of cum slipped from Eddy's cock, it still was hard and bouncing with each trip up and down Greg's dick.

Greg leaned upwards and began to tip them over, putting Eddy on his back on the bed. Greg began to thrust harder and deeper into Eddy's sweet ass, feeling his own orgasm building. Eddy soon began stroking his own cock, his breath coming shorter and harder with each thrust; grunts and moans mingled with each breath. Greg continued to pound on Eddy's ass, grunting and feeling cum churning in his balls, demanding release. He didn't know how much longer he could hold on to it.

Within another minute, Eddy's body tensed as he grunted and tugged his cock furiously for a few more strokes. Soon, a second wave of orgasm wracked his body as another load of cum was churned from deep inside. Greg could hold back no longer and pulled his cock from Eddy as the first load of hot sperm flew. Each pulse of his cock brought a spasm and a jerk to his body and he stroked and pulled each drop and shot of cum from his balls. Eddy matched him nearly stroke for stroke, but the second orgasm didn't have the same power as the first. As the last drops of cum were expressed by his cock, Greg leaned over the bed and rolled next to Eddy. Both men were breathing deeply and panting heavily, their sexual energies spent.

When Greg finally caught his breath, he looked over at Eddy. "Wow. What was that?" he asked, half joking and smiling as he said it.

"Whatever it was, it was right and I want to do it again, real soon!" Eddy replied with a smile. 

He then leaned over and kissed Greg, then settled in against his side, and sighed. This would not be the last for them – this was true. This was love.



Friends and Lovers



Like many married people, Johnathon and Felicia both were missing something in their marital relationships. After time, they had lost interest in their respective spouses, as their spouses had also lost interest in them. Simply put, after many years of marriage, both Johnathon and Felicia yearned for something new and exciting. They had met each other online, talking first in a chatroom, and then privately online. A common thread of interest had developed, which grew into friendship.

Both had been involved in an affair before, Johnathon's lover having moved away several months earlier, and Felicia had suffered a falling out with hers. Both wanted the touch of another person, but more importantly, they both wanted the friendship, the closeness, the personality. Sex was a byproduct of their desires, something that would be made much more fulfilling and special with the hoped for personal relationship. Both feared the possibility that sex might ruin what they already had.

Over the space of the next month they had talked frequently, usually at least once a day, sometimes online, sometimes by phone, sometimes in person. Both were hesitant to jump into something after having been hurt before, yet a definite physical attraction was there for both. They had both resolved not to push things, if anything happened, it would be the end result of cumulative cause and effect, not by plan or design. As it happened, the cumulative cause and effect was just that, talking and interplay that led to fevered passions and lustful need and desire.

Felicia was employed as a sales associate for a new home builder, assigned to a specific new model home. The home was a beautiful and spacious model, fully appointed with furnishings to best show off the site. Johnathon had stopped by on that day, just to say hi, as he had been in the area. Felicia was alone that day, and due to the heavy rains of the day, there had been little for her to do. They sat and talked in her office for awhile, enjoying each other's company. After awhile, Felicia suggested that they go to the family room of the house where they could sit more comfortably.

The family room was a large area, complete with sofa and chairs, surrounding a large fireplace. Large windows on either side of the fireplace looked out into the yard, although the rain hid anything outside the house from view. They sat on the couch, nervously like teenagers, yet wanting to touch and be touched by the other. Johnathon, seeing Felicia yawn and stretch, took the initiative, offering her the chance to lay against him and nap. Felicia smiled, and slid across the sofa, laying against him, stretching out her legs. Johnathon wrapped his arm around her, pulling her in closely, smelling the fragrance of her body, the warmth of her being. They sat quietly that way for a time, not talking, simply enjoying the closeness and comfort of each other's company.

They had only kissed a few times before this day, and never anything more intimate than that on a physical level. Yet Johnathon was sorely tempted, he had her in his arms and wanted her as badly as anything he had ever desired before. He did not know that Felicia felt the same way, the closeness had brought their feelings to a new level, one where they would feel most comfortable with each other, touching and sharing themselves as well as their feelings. Yet, both held themselves back, denying themselves as they both thought of the possible damage to their friendship if the lustful attraction was not returned.

Softly and quietly, Johnathon stroked Felicia's hair, tracing soft patterns in it's downy softness. She had wonderful hair, full, thick, and a beautiful deep auburn color. He lowered his head to drink in the full aroma of her, succumbing to temptation and kissing her head. Felicia moaned softly, obviously enjoying the attention and touch. They continued lying there quietly, Johnathon running his hands or fingers along her shoulders and arms, lightly tracing patterns with his fingertips, pausing every so often to kiss her softly again on the top of the head.

Felicia sat up, asking for a neck rub. She sat back up against Johnathon, finding the full hardness that she had expected to. She sat fully against him, knowing that he would realize that she knew he was hard and that she was happy to have not only found him that way, but also that she had been the one to bring him to that state. Johnathon began a deep neck massage, kneading her shoulders, loosening her muscles, relaxing her in a way that only a massage can do. He brushed the hair from her neck, taking the opportunity to kiss her neck lightly. She begged him not to stop, to continue the magic his hands were doing to her body. He continued down her back, and sides, lightly brushing the sides of her breasts as he did so. Felicia began to moan softly again, making her pleasure and desire known. Johnathon began to kiss her more, still soft kisses, but with more frequency.

Felicia could stand no more, she turned and kissed him fully on the mouth. Johnathon opened his mouth to her warm soft tongue and they kissed like lovers parted by many years, first soft, slow tentative kisses, and then building the intensity with stronger, harder kisses, nibbling and licking. Johnathon reached for her full breasts, cupping and squeezing them, massaging them as he had her back. Felicia raised her top, guiding his hand underneath, quietly asking him to pinch her nipples. Johnathon did so willingly, gladly, overjoyed at finally, intimately, touching the body of his friend. It was just as they had wanted it to be,, a simple afternoon of laying about and talking that had developed into physical contact.

They continued, kissing and touching each other for quite some time. The rain had increased it's intensity, the likelihood of anyone visiting the model home would be remote at best. Felicia got up from the sofa, pulling Johnathon along with her. She made her way to the front of the model home, locking the door, and then leading him slowly upstairs to the master bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, they acted as one, neither saying a word. Looking deeply into each other's eyes, they knew that this was the right place, the right time. The intensity of their desire dictated it, to have done so any earlier would have been a mistake, to have delayed might have stolen the moment forever. Quietly and slowly they reached for each other, undressing each other as they kissed. They took their time, enjoying both the moment as well as the newness of exploring each other's body for the first time. Finally they stood naked, at the foot of the bed, holding each other's hand.

Johnathon led her to the side of the bed and lowered her down, kissing her the whole time. He climbed onto the bed, alongside her, and began kissing her, starting from the top of her head and working his way down. His hands played over her body, teasing and tempting. As he made his way down her body his hands found her wetness, and any doubt of her desire was erased forever. He kissed his way along her stomach, heading still further down her body. He traced his tongue lightly and briefly across her lips and clitoris, enough to make her shudder with anticipation, but moving on. He kissed her thighs, her legs, behind her knees, giving attention to every part of her body, luxuriating in it's warmth and softness.

Having reached her toes, Johnathon headed back up again, only to stop at the center of her desire. He lowered his head, kissing and licking. Slowly his tongue entered her, tasting her warm nectar for the first time. He traced his tongue over and around her lips, nibbling lightly at first, and then harder on her clitoris, causing her to squirm under his touch. Felicia was grabbing the bedding with one hand, and the back of Johnathon's head with the other. Johnathon continued until he brought her to orgasm, her head thrown back and the moaning having increased from it's previous softness. Johnathon brought her back down slowly, enjoying the sweet ambrosia of her wetness, cleaning what he had wrought from her body with his tongue.

Johnathon moved up on the bed, lying aside Felicia, stroking and calming her body. Her hand reached for his hardness, she moaned again, finding it hard and warm, yet the skin was so soft to the touch. She traced her fingertip across the crown, finding the sweet liquid she knew would be there, and raised her finger to her mouth to take her first taste of him. She turned to her side and raised herself up on top on him, finding his hardness and impaling herself deeply onto him with one swift, sure movement. Johnathon groaned, in ecstasy, not pain, feeling her velvety softness surrounding him like a warm, soft, wet glove. Felicia tightened her muscles to give him an extra squeeze and smiled as he groaned again.

Felicia rode him, slowly at first, and then increasing in tempo and speed. They were like a well oiled machine, working together. Johnathon reached for an sucked one of her breasts into his mouth, nibbling on her nipple when he pinched the other with his hand. The force of their coupling, combined with their fevered moans, and the power of the rain outside made for a symphony of noises that drowned out all other stimuli. Felicia was rapidly approaching another orgasm and increased her speed and forcefulness to bring Johnathon along with her. They reached orgasm together, looking deeply into each other's eyes and feeling the intensity that the other had felt. Felicia collapsed upon Johnathon's chest, lying there as their breathing slowly resumed to a normal level. They laid together for a long time, quietly kissing each other, him still inside her, she still squeezing him with her muscles from time to time. They enjoyed the warmth and touch of each other's body, laying there listening to the rain.

After awhile, Johnathon got up and went to the bathroom. After making an inventory of what was available to him, he drew a warm bubble bath for Felicia, setting candles around the sides. He went and brought her back to the tub, leading her hand in hand. He helped her step into the tub, and began washing her, relaxing her muscles again. When he was finished, he helped her out and dried her body, kissing each place the towel had touched. Quickly he took a shower himself, and then after dressing, he joined Felicia who had dressed and returned downstairs to her office.

"No calls", said Felicia, "Other than the last wonderful two hours, this would have been a totally wasted day at work!" Johnathon reached for her, bringing her close to him and kissing her fully and deeply. They looked into each other's eyes again, knowing that though this was the first time for them, it would likely not be the last, and more importantly, they were now bound as friends and lovers, but friends first and foremost.



Friends and Lovers



This story appears with special thanks to McKenna for making it readable.

*

Bruce noticed the crowd of boys leaning against cars by the curb in front of the convenience store when he went in. He never liked seeing guys just hanging around looking for trouble. He usually minded his on business, but the sound of a young woman in distress alarmed him. He left his purchase on the store counter and went out to investigate.

A young woman was being pushed around between the thugs while they grabbed at her backside. The hoard laughed hardily. One of the gang members pulled up the back of the girl's dress and grabbed her butt-cheeks.

Bruce ran up behind the young man holding on to the woman's ass, and spun him around. He hit the man in the nose with a straight punch, knocking him to the ground. Another man jumped across the hood of one of the cars to help and kicked one of the other men in the side of the head. Bruce pulled the young woman behind him as he swung, hitting one man and then another. The other man helped Bruce pound the gang; swinging, hitting, and kicking them until the sounds of police sirens filled the air.

Bruce, the young woman, and the man that came to help ran in the opposite direction of the thugs. No one seemed to want to deal with the police. Bruce slowed to a walk as they rounded a corner.

"Hey, thanks for helping out my sister," the young man said to Bruce. He held out his hand.

"No problem," Bruce said, shaking the young man's hand.

"I'm Josh, and this is my sister Sarah," Josh introduced himself.

"Bruce," he replied, shaking Sarah's hand and trying not to stare at her overly exposed cleavage.

"Since these gangs started popping up people can barely go to the store anymore," Josh said. "Most people wouldn't help like you did."

"I know what you mean," Bruce said. "A group of them harassed my mom about a month ago. I'd been looking for the chance to pound the shit out of them anyways. Are you okay?" He asked Sarah.

"Yeah, it's an old dress anyway," Sarah said, trying to see how to close her top before giving up.

Sarah's dress sagged allowing the tops of her high lifted braless breasts to show. Bruce kept his attention on the direction they were walking, though he occasionally looked back to see if they were being followed. "Hey, where do you guys live?" he asked. 

"Cross Landings," Sarah said pointing in the direction of the subdivision.

"I live here at the Falls," Bruce said. "You'll want to hang out at my place for a while, so we don't run into those punks? My mom should be there, she's cool."

Josh looked at his sister who nodded. "Yeah, there's no telling what those guys might try," Josh answered.

Bruce led the way on the path over into the apartment complex of Greenwood Falls. It was one of the last all-adult apartment complexes left in the area. Bruce shared a two bedroom apartment with his mother. She was a bank teller and he was taking a year off before college.

"Oh my god Bruce!" Karen, Bruce's mother, exclaimed when she noticed the mark on his face as he walked through the doorway.

"Ah, it's nothing mom," Bruce replied, giving his mother a hug.

Karen saw Sarah's torn dress. "My god, are you okay?" she asked the girl. "What exactly happened?" She pulled Sarah into the kitchen and began wiping the dirt marks off the girl's skin left by the thugs' greasy hands.

Bruce offered Josh a beer, which he accepted. "Some guys outside the store were messing with Sarah before Josh and I showed up. We kicked their butts," Bruce said giving Josh a high five before settling down on the sofa with his new-found friend.

"Bruce, that's why we have police," Karen admonished.

"Where were they when those guys were messing with you?" Bruce asked his mother.

"I don't want you going out trying to get some kind of revenge," Karen said. "I don't want you to get hurt."

"He handled himself really well," Josh spoke up in Bruce's defense.

Karen went over to Josh and lifted his chin. "Like you did," she said wiping a mark off the side of Josh's face that he hadn't felt until she touched it.

Josh's eyes widened. At this angle, he was unable to avoid looking down Karen's low-cut top at her big, braless tits. He had managed to avoid staring at her tiny shorts, but her tits were right in his face. He glanced over at Bruce who gave him a knowing nod, back at the exposure, and then up at Karen who glanced down at her tits and then smiled at him before moving.

"Why don't you guys just stick to chasing girls and getting high like other boys your age," Karen said going back to the kitchen. When she came back she offered Sarah a wine cooler.

"Mom, I think about other things than chasing girls," Bruce said, though his voice carried little conviction.

"What? Catching them," Karen laughed along with Sarah.

"Yep," Sarah chimed in.

Bruce and Josh laughed.

"It's because beautiful women like you keep us so hyped," Bruce said, reaching up to pop his mother's barely covered butt-cheeks.

Sarah and Josh looked at each other, surprised. 

"It's what you like to see, right?" Karen said facing Josh.

"Yes, ma'am," Josh said.

"Honey, don't look at my tits and then call me ma'am," Karen chuckled. "You make me feel old. Call me Karen."

Sarah and Bruce laughed.

"I told you my mom was cool," Bruce said.

"You sure are Karen," Josh said dropping his eyes to her very pronounced camel toe.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of," Karen said pinching his face. "You can look as much as you like. It's not like I get any privacy anyway."

Sarah tried again to fix her top. Karen turned around and took Sarah to her bedroom to help straighten out her dress.

"Man," Josh exclaimed as Karen's butt-cheeks shook from side to side in a dramatic fashion as she left the living room.

"It's cool having a hot mom," Bruce said.

"Yeah, my mom's okay, but not like yours," Josh said. "My mom is shy. She would never wear shorts like those in front of anyone."

"Sarah's pretty hot," Bruce said. "I bet you get girls coming up to you, just because she's your sister."

"Yeah, but not the kind that I like," Josh said. "Those girls are Barbie-Bubble-Head-Dolls."

Bruce laughed and nodded. "My mom is more like my bestfriend," he said. "We've always been tight. She don't mind you checking her out. You might even get lucky."

"Man, you're kidding," Josh said.

"No, she showed you her tits on purpose," Bruce said.

"You want me to talk to Sarah about doing it with you?" Josh asked.

"You mean like a foursome?" Bruce laughed.

"Foursome?" Karen said overhearing the last part of what her son said.

"Josh?" Sarah said looking embarrassed, not knowing what her lustful brother had told their new friend.

"What?" Josh laughed, trying to sound innocent.

"Give guys two minutes alone and they start planning ways to have sex," Karen said smiling.

Karen loaned Sarah a short, yellow cotton dress instead of the torn one she had on. Bruce recognized the dress and winked at his mother. Sarah's smooth legs seemed to go on forever from under the dress.

"Bruce," Karen said standing in front of her son with her hands on her hips. "Did you tell you friend here that he could have me if you could have his sister?"

"Can he?" Bruce asked knowing that his mother would certainly do it for him.

"I think you'd better ask Sarah if she's willing to have sex with someone she just met," Karen said.

"Is it cool Sarah?" Josh asked his sister. "I mean the guy did jump in the middle of a gang to save you."

Sarah blushed more. She didn't want her brother to make her appear so easy, but seeing Karen she understood that he wanted her. "I will if Karen will," she said.

"Well, I think you boys just got lucky," Karen said laughing. "We're going to need some food if we're going to have a party. Pizza anyone?"

"Sounds good to me," Josh said.

Sarah nodded and Bruce chuckled as his mother picked up the phone. He knew that she was calling to get free pizza. They listened to how Karen negotiated a couple large pizzas with lots of toppings and the items to make margaritas. She would have to allow the delivery guy to touch the crotch of her shorts -she made it sound like a really big deal for her, but it wasn't at all.

"Do you two live with your parents?" Karen asked sitting on the sofa next to Josh.

"Yeah, but our dad travels a lot, so mainly it's just us and our mom," Sarah answered sliding over to make room for Bruce on the love seat.

"You boys look like you're all ready to rip our clothes off," Karen laughed. "Just be patient until after the pizza gets here, and then you can have your fun." She moved Josh's hand to her crotch and pressed his hand there.

Sarah made a bold move by placing her hand on Bruce's crotch and smiled across at her brother.

"Sarah found something she likes," Josh laughed rubbing Karen's crotch.

Bruce put one arm over Sarah's shoulder and dropped his hand on one of her tits. Karen turned parting her lips slightly as she kissed Josh. Sarah lifted her lips to Bruce's as his other hand captured her other tit through the thin material of the dress. Josh slid his hand under Karen's shirt cupping one of her heavy tits.

The sounds of moaning and smacking lips filled the room. Bruce worked the dress all the way up over Sarah's tits and began working on her thin panties. Josh got his hand in Karen's shorts to her wet pussy and his mouth on one of her nipples.

The hard knock on the front door caused everyone to jump and burst into laughter. Josh sucked on his fingers and Karen gave him a kiss on his cheeks for the gesture as she got up to answer the door.

"Greg, thank you so much for this," Karen said to the pizza man as she let him into the foyer.

"My pleasure Karen," he said, handing her three pizzas and a bag containing what she needed to make margaritas.

"This is more than what I asked for," Karen said checking out the bag and sitting it on the floor.

"I was hoping that I could get a hug, if you know what I mean," he said.

"My son and his friends are here, so you'll have to make it quick," Karen said raising her arms around his neck.

Greg matched his hard-on to Karen's crotch as he reached around taking her butt-cheeks in his hands. Karen ground herself against Greg's covered cock as he pressed it against her. Greg moaned, strained, and jerked. He exhaled hard and released her slowly. Karen smiled seeing the large wet stain at the leg of Greg's pants.

"Thank you so much Karen," Greg said.

"Thank you. I'll be calling you again," she said letting him out the door. "Pizza!" she called out.

Bruce, Josh, and Sarah came to help bring in the goodies that Karen had scored. Karen showed Sarah how to make margaritas the way she liked them, and served them up in the living room with the pizza.

Josh got down on the floor in front of Karen and pulled off her shorts while Karen continued eating and drinking. She spread her legs wide, allowing him to take his time to lick and suck at her wet pussy. 

Sarah followed her brother's lead removing Bruce's pants and taking his cock into her mouth. Karen and Bruce raised their glasses to each other, while the brother and sister supplied them with oral sex.

Josh pulled the head of his cock to Karen's hot cunt and rubbed the head alone her slit. Karen was use to young men savoring the sight of her pussy. She held her legs up and watched as he moved the head of his cock in and out of her wet hole. She had kept her pussy shaved for this particular purpose; a hint given to her by her son. Josh's breathing quickened as he thrust his cock all the way in her. Karen grabbed hold of Josh's tight buns and aided him in thrusting his cock. She moaned like a porn star encouraging him to make her cum.

Karen glanced over at her son and saw that he had Sarah bent over the arm of the love seat in his favorite doggie-style position. By the strain on Sarah's face, Karen could tell that she was not use to having a cock the size of her son's ramming into her. She had not seen any young girl able to take her son's big cock very well.

Karen cried out in good fashion when she felt the first blast of Josh's cum. She knew how to put on a good show without over doing it. She held him inside of her tight, kissing his face and thanking him for making her cum so hard.

Bruce's cock was wet and still hard when he pulled it out of Sarah. Sarah curled up on the love seat over Bruce's lap and began sucking on the hard monster. He didn't want to make her too sore by fucking her too hard. He wanted her to want him again.

"I wish we could stay here all night," Josh said feeling Karen's tits. "But we can't leave mom at home alone."

"I certainly understand that," Karen said. "We'll give you'll a ride home, okay?"

"Thank you for everything," Sarah said putting back on the dress that Karen had loaned her.

"We can get together tomorrow, right?" Josh asked.

"Sure can, honey," Karen said, stopping with her shorts raised about mid-thigh to give Josh a kiss on the lips.

"Great!" Sarah said excitedly.

Karen and Bruce dropped Sarah and Josh off at their home. Karen had sat in the back seat with Josh, allowing him to suck on her tits. Karen and Bruce laughed and joked about the brother and sister on the way back to their apartment.

Bruce went to his mother's bedroom after he had showered. Karen was applying lotion to her naked body after her own shower.

"Your thing is still hard, huh?" Karen asked seeing the lump at the crotch of her son's boxers.

"Yeah, Sarah made me hard. It just hasn't gone down yet," Bruce said, laying down on his mother's bed and watching her rub the lotion on her legs. "What did you think of Josh?"

"He's a horny young man, Bruce. What else am I to think," she said.

"Would you mind fucking him for a while? He said that his mother is shy. I think I can get him to help me get to her if he had a reason too," Bruce said.

"Why don't you just go after older women in the first place?" Karen asked her son. "That thing of yours only likes mature pussy any way." She chuckled.

"What it likes is yours," Bruce said taking off his boxers and stroking his big thick cock.

"I know that," she looked back seeing what he was doing. "I'm just saying that you go through a lot of trouble for nothing. There are a lot of women in our aerobics class that want you. Why not give them a shot?"

"Come on mom," Bruce said. "You like getting screwed by young guys."

Karen went over to the bed and took hold of her son's big thick cock. "I wish they all had a big one like this," she said stroking it slowly.

"You made it this big," he said.

"Dear, that was your father's idea," she said getting on the bed. "He didn't want me sleeping with other guys while he was away, so he had me to teach you about sex."

"I guess there was something he did right," Bruce chuckled.

"I'm not mad at him for leaving," Karen said. "He wanted a young woman, so he went out and got one. I never figure that you would like older women."

"It's all because of you, mom," Bruce said rolling on top of his mother and moving the head of his cock to her moist opening. "I love you, mom."

"I love you, too," Karen said feeling the thickness of her son's cock spreading her vaginal walls. "I just wish Josh had a big one like this." She put her hands on his butt cheeks and slowly ground and rolled her hips. She loved the way his cock felt when he fucked her that way.

***

Josh called Bruce before noon. Sarah was away at her college orientation. He wanted Bruce to bring Karen over in hopes of pulling his own mother out of her shell. Bruce said that they would try.

Karen brought the endorphin enhancement medicine she had gotten from her doctor just in case Josh's mother needed some more encouragement. She wore her sundress and high wedge sandals. She wore nothing underneath the dress, so she could look conservative and be ready at the same time.

"Hey Bruce, Karen," Josh said greeting them at the door with his mother. "This is my mom, Linda."

"Hi, it's so good to meet you," Linda said giving Karen a hug.

"Good to meet you too," Karen replied. "Lovely dress." She was surprised to see the supposedly shy woman in a mini-dress.

"Thank you. Josh insisted that I wear it. Good to meet you too, Bruce," Linda said. "Come on in." She led them to the living room.

Josh gave Karen a hug, giving her butt-cheek a squeeze without being detected by his mother.

"Bruce, I understand that you are the hero that saved Sarah from a bunch of thugs," Linda said.

"I just did what anyone else would have done," Bruce said, trying to be modest.

"You must be proud of him," Linda said.

"Yes, and you have a fine son yourself," Karen said. "It's funny how the good ones always seem to find each other." She gave Josh another hug and held him to her side, while facing Linda.

Bruce stood next to Linda and she put her arm around him. He slid his hand down to her butt-cheek.

Karen saw her son's hand drop and knew where his hand was. "And they are so fresh," she said taking Josh's hand and moving it from her butt up to her waist.

"Sure is," Linda laughed, moving Bruce's hand up to her waist.

"You can't really blame them though," Karen said. "We were that age once, right?"

"Oh right," Linda giggled. "Hormones through the roof."

"Hey, anyone want something to drink?" Josh asked, moving his hand down to squeeze Karen's butt-cheek again before releasing her. This time he was sure his mother could see him fondling Karen.

Karen laughed and then Linda felt Bruce's hand back on her butt-cheek before she could stop him. Bruce followed Josh into the kitchen while Karen and Linda seated themselves in the living room.

"You must not be use to having a bunch of boys around," Karen said.

"We have a daughter, you met," Linda said. "My husband wouldn't allow it."

Karen laughed. "When you have four or five young men running around you, sooner or later they will push each other to try you," she said. "Especially when we wear things to feel pretty."

"Sometimes I think I'm loosing my mind," Linda said. "They are so fresh."

Karen could tell she was hiding her true feelings. "They use to have me blushing," she said. "All hands. They are so used to the young women allowing them to touch them like that. What are we to do?"

"Exactly," Linda said. "Touching me like... I'm his girlfriend. I may be his mother, but I'm a woman too."

Karen knew then that Josh had been trying with her. She looked up and saw their young men coming with orange juice over ice.

"It's a screwdriver, mom," Josh said.

"Josh, you have some music?" Karen asked. She figured that dancing would give the boys an opportunity to do something hands on.

"Sure," Josh said going over to turn on the stereo.

Bruce pulled Linda up from the sofa as Karen began to dance with Josh. Linda finished her drink before sitting the glass down on the table.

Linda had learned the way the young people danced from Sarah. The alcohol gave her all the nerve she needed to back her ass up against Bruce's growing hard-on.

Karen laughed seeing how Linda was enjoying dancing with Bruce. She rolled her own ass against Josh as he ground his hard-on against her butt-cheeks.

Linda drank more as she danced with Bruce. The young man's hands began to roam all over the woman's body. Josh was doing the same with Karen, only shielding his movements from his mother as he fingered Karen's naked pussy. It took Bruce a couple more songs before he had his hand inside Linda's panties.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I'm doing this," Linda said leaning back against Bruce as he pushed her panties down to her knees with one hand while pumping his fingers into her wet cunt with the other.

"No need to stop them now," Karen replied.





Friends and Lovers



"Oh my god," Linda moaned again feeling the head of Bruce's cock as he bent her over the sofa.

Karen knew that playtime was over when she saw her son look down to guide his big cock into Linda from behind. She pulled Josh down to the floor and mounted his throbbing cock. She was determined to get off on Josh's cock for real. She squeezed his cock with her cunt muscles as she rocked back and forth, and then in circular motions. "Mmmmm!" Linda moaned as the young man stuffed her pussy with his big thick cock.

Karen looked from Josh to Linda seeing that they both were getting a good fucking. She got a smile from her son, acknowledging the same thing. She fucked Josh as hard as she could, rubbing her clit down at the base of his cock.

Bruce slammed his cock to the hilt with each stroke. He found that women her age accommodated his length easier than girls his age. He looked at his mother and smiled. His dick seemed to get harder as he watched her fucking Josh. He felt so proud seeing the way her ass moved on top of his new friend. His eyes locked on hers and for a moment it felt as if they were with each other.

"Ahhh!" Linda cried out as her orgasm exploded.

Bruce held his cock deep inside of her until her body stopped trembling. He pulled his still hard cock slowly out of Linda's wet cunt and started dressing. Karen let Josh's shrunken cock slip out of her dripping pussy and helped him up from the floor.

Karen and Bruce didn't want it to appear that they were rushing to leave, but they said their good byes with hugs and kisses in a hurry. Josh was already looking forward to the next time to be with Karen and Linda looked so starry-eyed at Bruce that everyone noticed.

"You sure gave Josh a really good ride," Bruce said to his mother as they entered their apartment.

"I had too if I was going to get anything out of it this time," Karen chuckled, removing her dress as she walked to her bathroom.

Bruce watched her naked butt-cheeks shake as she went down the hallway. His cock jerked, while he anticipated being with her later than evening. The vision of her riding Josh's cock made him hard as he showered. He stroked his aching cock a few times before turning off the water.

Karen sat naked on the sofa over her towel applying lotion to her skin. She had always been careful not to get too much sun and kept her skin well moisturized. It had paid off for her in a big way over the years. She easily looked ten to fifteen years younger than women her age.

"I see that you didn't get enough of Linda," Karen said seeing her naked son's cock leading him into the kitchen, while he dried his hair with a towel.

"Linda was ok," Bruce said. "It's you that I can't get enough of." He chuckled, taking the remaining margaritas from the refrigerator and pouring them both a glass.

"I can't get enough of you either, dear," Karen replied taking the glass he offered her.

"I'd be perfectly satisfied to stay here and have sex with you all day," he said.

"You'd get bored," Karen said.

"Of you? No way," Bruce replied.

"Your dad use to say the same thing until those young girls started shaking their asses in his face," Karen said. "You have your fun. I'm not going anywhere."

Bruce leaned over and kissed Karen, causing her to laugh.

"You're just still horny right now," Karen said stroking his thick throbbing cock. "How about we just go take care of this big thing in my bedroom?"