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A Night of Pain

By: kira9871



The world was black; Lynn couldn’t see or hear anything. Leaving her like this for long periods of time was one of her Master’s favorite games. He would tie her up so she couldn’t move, then put on a hood and ear plugs, effectively cutting her off from her senses. She had no idea how long she had been down there, but it didn’t matter, it always seemed like an eternity to her.

Sitting in the dark got to her after a few hours. She would start to imagine she could hear things around her, that there were people are all around. Then her mind would shift and convince her that she had been left alone forever, and no one would ever come and find her. Lynn would start to panic then, her mind overrun with fear. He knew very well what tricks her mind played on her when he left her like that. 

When she felt his fingers brush her thigh she screamed out loud, startled by the sudden contact. She had figured out why enjoyed subjecting her to this torture -- He loved the gratitude she showed him when he finally gave her her senses back. It was like he was waking her up, like he was her god bringing her back to life. She would tremble as she knelt before him, crying in gratitude, begging him never to leave her alone, offering herself to him like it was the first time. He always knew just how to soften her up, how to chase all thoughts but submission to him out of her mind. 

“I think we’ll work on pain today, pet. I think you can take a lot more than I’ve been letting you get away with,” he told her.

“Yes Master,” she replied as she leaned down to kiss his feet. Lynn was instantly wet, he always had an immediate effect on her. She was nervous though, he was constantly pushing her farther than she thought she could go. She appreciated it, because she knew he was making her a better slave, teaching me how to serve him better. But their sessions always left her drained, physically and emotionally. 

“Come on pet, hop up here.” He motioned towards the table he used for punishing and inflicting pain on her. There were simple restraints on each of the four corners. The table was divided into three sections, each connected by hinges that allowed the table to be adjusted in three places, allowing him to position her any way he wanted. 

She got up on the table and obediently lifted her arms above her head so he could restrain her. After he buckled the soft leather straps around her wrists he slapped her thigh, indicating he wanted her to lift up her legs. She moaned quietly; this meant he was going to bind her legs above her head with her wrists, bending her in half. Lynn found this position was very uncomfortable, but it was effective allowing him access to everything but her back. He could torture her ass, pussy, thighs, and tits as he wanted. 

She felt horribly exposed and vulnerable this way. But she didn’t protest, just lifted her legs up so he could pull them back and secure them next to her wrists. She started breathing a little heavier, her body reacting to the helpless feeling caused by being bound. As she always did, she thought of how helpless this made her, how he could do anything to her and she could do nothing to stop it. It scared her a little, but even though she knew he would push her, she trusted him not to seriously hurt her. 

“You look beautiful like that cunt, all spread open for me,” he whispered in her ear as he leaned down and kissed her forehead. After all the time that had passed, it still surprised her how he could be two completely different people. One minute caring and tender, the next twisted and cruel. A shiver ran down her spine as he traced a finger between her breasts and over her stomach stopping just before he touched her pussy. 

He turned away and walked to the wall where he kept his toys. He spent a few minutes considering his wide collection before choosing two and returning her. Lynn closed her eyes and moaned softly to herself. Brining over more than one meant that she would have to choose what toy was used on her body. She hated choosing, he always made it difficult -- giving her a choice between one evil and another. 

She saw he was holding a crop and a strap and another moan escaped her, because they were both whips that she could take for long periods of time. “Well pet, what should we start with?” he asked. She bit her lip slightly, thinking. The crop had a stinging bite to it that she loved, but it didn’t become too much for a very long time. By the time he finished with it the areas he chose to abuse would be so sensitive to pain that she could hardly stand the slightest touch. The strap broke her a lot quicker being much more painful, especially when used on her exposed pussy, and that was his favorite place to use it. It could reduce her tears very quickly.

The crop seemed like the better choice to her, but she knew that he would prefer the strap. He loved to watch her cry and beg for a rest from it, teasing her by hitting softly a few times and then attacking her with cruel hard hits. If she picked the strap he would be pleased, and might go easier on her and let her go sooner, but there was no guarantee of that. If she choose the crop she would be in less pain, but he wouldn’t be happy with her, and would probably take it out on her in other ways. 

Lynn groaned in frustration and heard him laugh. It amused him to see her struggling to choose what form of pain she would receive. “Trying to decide how to save yourself some pain, slut? Is this about your pleasure or mine slut? Hurry up.” 

She blushed, because that was exactly what she was doing, trying to save herself some pain. Suddenly she felt very unworthy of him. “What will it be? Tell me now or I will take both back and pick something that only I will enjoy.” 

“Please use the strap on me Master,” she whispered. He smiled cruelly at her. 

“Good choice cunt,” he said as he turned to put up the crop. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him and the strap as he walked back to her. She watched him as he lightly ran the soft leather strap over the inside of her thighs, causing her to shiver slightly. Quickly, before she could even prepare herself, he let go with a torrent of blows to her tender thighs. She was not sure how many times he hit her on that first round, but it was many more than he had ever done at one time before. By the time he was finished she was begging and screaming continuously.

She looked at him through eyes cloudy with tears. He was breathing a little harder but other than that showed no signs of his activity. Her legs burned horribly, she was scared to look down at them. She was a bit taken aback. He was being horribly violent tonight, she knew he was just getting started and she was starting to worry. He ran his fingers over her thigh and she yelped softly. When she looked down she couldn’t believe how red her legs were. She could see many rectangular marks up and down her thighs and realized he had hit her hard enough to bruise. 

He watched her as she slowly got her breathing and sobbing under control. She knew what he was waiting for. “Thank you Master,” she said. He didn’t respond, just trailed his strap to her cunt, rubbing it up and down her slit. When he lifted it up so she could see she blushed. She could see her juices on the strap. He brought the strap up to her mouth and she obediently licked it, face burning even brighter as she tasted herself. Her eyes never left his as he brought the strap back down to her cunt.

He hit her pussy lips lightly and smiled as she tensed up preparing for a harder blow. He slowly hit her like this for awhile before making the blows harder and harder. There was a rhythmic wet smacking sound that was lulling her into a sort of trance. He tore a scream from her throat with a particularly hard smack. The strap was burying between her pussy lips to land on her clit, she could it feel it swelling. Her body was starting to shake now; he was alternating between soft blows and blindingly painful ones. She could feel sweat start to bead on her skin.

There were pleading words on the edge of her tongue. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, and she was biting her lip hard; he noticed and ordered her to stop biting. One time she had bit her lip very badly on accident. That was the first time he had used the cane on her. 

The pain seemed to be traveling up into her limbs and through her whole body. She was focused only on the sound of the wet slaps and the pain between her legs. Lynn was so wrapped up that it took a while to realize the blows had stopped. She slowly opened her eyes again. The pain was slowly receding, and she wondered if he was done. 

“Where do you want the next ones cunt?” he asked as he let the strap fly hard against her left breast. She screamed out with his sudden blow. “Well cunt?” He hit the right breast. “Tell me slut, tell me where you want it.” Each word was punctuated with a blow to her tits, causing her to struggle in her restraints.

“My ass Master, please!” she screamed at him. 

“What, you don’t like your tits hit bitch?” he asked. She was screaming loudly again, he was hitting her very hard right on her sensitive nipples. Crying again she begged him to stop.

“Please Master, stop, please hit my ass Master.” He was hitting her tits much harder than he ever had before. Her legs were aching; she had been struggling hard against her restraints. When he finally stopped she felt like she could hardly catch her breath. She sighed loudly in relief and sagged against her bonds. Looking at him she could see more signs of strain, there was sweat on his forehead, and she could see his cock standing out beautiful and hard. Her pussy contracted as a wave of desire hit her. Knowing that he was turned on made her very wet. There was nothing that turned her on more than knowing he was getting pleasure from abusing her.

He watched her for minute before he started to laugh darkly to himself. “You want me to beat your ass cunt? Ok, but I think I’ll use something else this time.” She stiffened in fear; he was being so hard on her tonight. He went and put up the strap, and when he turned around she gasped loudly. He had picked up a long wooden cane.

She shook her head in silent protest, eyes wide with fear. He had only used the cane on her once before. It had been absolutely horrible, the pain so intense she had almost lost her voice from the screaming. He had only hit her five times, but she remembered those five times like they were five hundred. 

“Maser, please, what have I done? Please don’t use that on me Master, you know I can’t take it. Please!” she pleaded with him, but he just walked towards her, lightly swinging the cane against his leg. 

“Pet, do you think you have to do something wrong to deserve the cane? No, I will use what ever I feel like on you just because I can! Because it amuses me to hurt you.” With those words he swung the cane in the air to land across her ass. For a split second she thought the cane hadn’t landed. She could still hear the swish of the cane ringing in her ears when pain exploded on her ass. She threw her head back and screamed. She could feel the thin line where the vicious cane had hit her skin, the pain spread from that spot like a wave. She was moaning continuously as her ass recovered from the blow, her skin raising back up to fill the indent the cane had left.

“Oh god Master, please don’t make me take anymore. Please Master, do anything else, just not the cane please. It hurt so badly, I can’t take it, it’s too much.” She was sobbing and begging him. He came up to her head and grabbed a towel, gently wiping up sweat and tears. She breathed raggedly, relieved that he was going to stop. 

“Do you want me to stop badly enough to sleep by yourself tonight pet?” he asked. A fresh sob escaped her throat. One of Lynn’s greatest pleasures in life was lying curled up next to him, touching him while they slept. She was extremely grateful he allowed her to sleep in his bed. The only time he ordered her away was when she was being punished. It was very effective punishment. She hated to sleep alone, and usually couldn’t sleep at all when she wasn’t with him. It seemed like every part of her body was reaching out to him, longing to touch him. He told her once when she slept she constantly pushed herself closer against him. She didn’t want to give that up. 

“I’ll stop pet, let you go right now, but if I do, then for the next week you will sleep on the floor, in another room, far away from me. I’ll hit you only ten more times, they won’t be quite as hard as the first either. What do you say pet?”

She wanted to say no but she couldn’t. Not just because she couldn’t stand the thought of being sent away from him, but also because she knew he wanted her to take it. She knew how proud he would be if she took his blows. “Yes Master, I’ll take the cane,” she whispered.

“What was that pet? I couldn’t hear you, speak up,” he said.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. He wanted her to beg for it. “Please hit me with the cane Master, I want to take the pain for you, Please Maser,” she pleaded. He stroked her cheek tenderly and chuckled softly. 
 “Ok pet, count them for me, I wouldn’t want to loose track.” She stared at him as he walked down to the end of the table. She closed her eyes as he raised his arm to strike her, holding her breath waiting for the cane to fall. “No pet, open your eyes, look at me, watch me,” he ordered. She obeyed and looked into his eyes. 

When he brought the cane down again another scream was ripped from her throat. But he hadn’t lied; it wasn’t as hard as the first. She had flinched but she quickly opened her eyes and looked at him again. “One Sir,” she said. Tears were silently falling down her cheeks again. She didn’t know how she could take nine more blows. 

He went slowly, giving her plenty of time to contemplate the next blow, giving her body time to effectively register all the pain the cane could inflict. By five her body was shaking uncontrollably and she couldn’t stop moaning, she was shaking her head softly whispering please over and over again. 

She felt cool hands on her red hot ass. She hadn’t realized she wasn’t watching him anymore. “Only five more pet, you’re doing great, I know you can take the rest.” His encouragement was like soothing medicine to her, giving her strength and making it possible for her to take a breath and look at him again. 

“Thank you Master,” she told him. Once again she watched him lift his arm, she thought about his arms, how good they felt when they were holding her close, or holding her down. She loved the strength in his arms. She was fascinated watching him. Again she felt the white hot blow of the cane, and again she screamed, but she didn’t take her eyes off of him. She was so fascinated by him. She felt detached, staring at him, memorizing his face, trying to capture the way he was looking at her in her mind forever. 

By the ninth blow Lynn was reduced to nothing but pain. It was everywhere; her whole body seemed consumed by burning pain. She was aware somewhere in the back of her mind that there was screaming, and that she was the one doing the screaming. But all she could focus on was his face, nothing else mattered but him, and the raising and lowering of his arm. She noticed him smiling and it seemed to her that it should mean something. She watched as he lifted his arm for the last blow. 

Her body jerked hard as he hit her. Her vision clouded as the intense pain washed over her. He hit her directly over a previously hit spot, causing the blow to feel much, much worse than even the first one. She was thrashing her head back and forth trying to escape the pain. It lingered so much longer than the previous blows. 

She was still screaming when she felt his hands at her feet releasing her restraints. She moaned loudly as stiff muscles were worked again. Her legs were asleep; she knew soon they would hurt horribly as proper circulation returned. Lowering her legs caused one of the welts to hit the table and she groaned. 

He had a wet washcloth again, washing her face. It took a while before she could understand what he was saying to her. He was telling her how proud he was that she had taken the cane so beautifully. She smiled up at him and kissed his fingers as he traced her lips. She wanted to touch him, but when she went to move her hands she realized that she was still restrained. She frowned slightly and heard him laugh. 

“I’m not done with you yet cunt,” he said. He laughed again as she moaned and took a few ragged breaths. She didn’t think it was fair, he had already put her through so much. She saw him reach above her head and bring back a pair of nipple clamps; she shuddered as he brought them near her. She was still in pain from his beating. She knew her senses would be so heightened that the little clips would be torture. 

“Please Master…” she started to beg, but he placed a finger on her lips, silencing her. He reached down and placed one of the clamps onto her right nipple. Pain exploded from the tip of her breast. She moaned and looked up at him pleading with her eyes. He just kissed her lips in answer and attached the second clip. The pain was incredible, she would have done anything to be able to take them off, but her hands were held fast to the table.

She felt him lowering the head of the table down. Looking up she and saw his cock right above her face. Again her pussy flooded, she loved to have him in her mouth. Lynn immediately opened her mouth eager to taste him, and he grabbed on to the sides of her head, holding her steady as he slowly pushed his cock into her mouth. She moaned again, this time in pleasure as she felt him fill her mouth. She started to greedily lick and suck his cock, running her tongue around him, sucking salty precum down her throat. 

The distraction of his cock didn’t last very long though. Soon the pain in her breasts started to intrude on the pleasure of sucking him. She had to try hard to make her mind focus on his cock as the pain in her tits became steadily more distracting. 

She gagged slightly as he pushed his cock further down her throat. She felt him slap her face and realized that she wasn’t sucking and licking anymore. She forced herself to concentrate; she wanted to feel him come in her mouth. She used her throat and mouth to squeeze his cock, coaxing the cum from him, and moaned again as he used her hair to push himself further down her throat. It didn’t take him long to cum, and she greedily swallowed all he had to offer and smiled to herself as she heard him moan softly. 

She licked his cock clean as he removed it from her mouth. He reached down and pulled off the clamps causing her to scream loudly as the blood returned to her nipples. He listened as she whimpered and pleaded while he stroked her nipples, looking down at her face. “Let’s go to bed pet,” he said as he reached up to release her arms. She moaned softly as he lowered her stiff arms. He picked her up in his arms and she gasped slightly as his arms rubbed the welts the cane had left on her ass and thighs. 

She loved when he carried her; it made her feel like a little girl. She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed as a feeling of calm and security washed over her. When they got to his room, he laid her carefully on his bed. Still, it hurt badly as her caned ass rested fully on the soft bed. He got on the bed next to her and she rolled over to snuggle close to him. 

He reached a hand down to her ass and swatted her; causing her to yelp and suddenly start crying. The hit hadn’t hurt that badly, but she was exhausted and still emotionally upset from the intense beating she had received. “Hush child, it’s ok, I’m not going to hurt you anymore tonight,” he whispered in her ear. This only caused her to cry more, and he brought his hand up to her hair to caress her. She held on tightly to him as she cried herself out. It occurred to her how wonderful it was, to suffer so much at his hand, and then be able to turn to the same wonderful hand for comfort.

A Night of Pain and Pleasure



Miranda was a timid girl. Somehow she had managed to snag a boyfriend, a cute one at that. He was very into sports while she was into reading and music.

They had only had sex a few times, what you would call 'vanilla' sex, just plain. Miranda wanted more from their sexual side, but didn't know how to come forth and say it.

She felt embarassed and thought Tim would get mad if she said something. She'd only had one orgasm from their sex and she wanted more.

Miranda got a text from Tim, telling her to pack a weekend bag and to be at his house no later than 5. This got Miranda interested. Were they going somewhere? Why 5? 

She showed up at his house, 5 pm on the dot, with a weekend bag. She rang the doorbell and saw that the door was open just a crack.

"Hello? Tim?"

No reply. Setting the bag down, she went to the kitchen where music was playing on the radio.

"Tim?" Where on earth was he? Getting no reply, and seeing the sink full of dishes (a pet peeve), she attacked the pile and started scrubbing.

Hearing a creak, she went to turn around but didn't see what came at her. Her world went black.

Waking up, Miranda found herself naked and tied up on a rack of sorts. Her breasts had ropes tied around them so that her breasts stuck out and were turning red-purple.

She had a spreader bar on her ankles and a gag ball in her mouth. Panic in her eyes, she looked around and saw a man with a black hood on. He approached her and attached nipple clamps on her nipples. Not able to scream, she moaned against the ball gag.

The man, who she was trying to see if it was Tim or not, approached with a candle. Oh my God, she thought. He's going to drip hot wax on me! It was something she had seen on a website and was interested in but hadn't told Tim.

He tilted the lit candle and drops of hot wax dripped on her breasts. The intial hottness made Miranda flinch and yelp behind her ball gag. Wax was drizzled on her stomach. Then her captor held it inches above her pussy. Miranda shook her head no but the man laughed and dripped it on.

Miranda screamed as the hot wax hit her pussy, even dripped and hit her clit, but surprisingly found herself having an orgasm from it all. 

"I knew you'd like that," her captor murmured.

He tilted the machine she was on until she was horizontal. With the spreader bar, this left her in a vulnerable position. Miranda craned her neck, trying to see what torture her captor would do next and almost laughed when she saw he had a feather.

He drew the feather across the bottom of her feet. Now she wasn't necessarily ticklish but the feeling felt so good that it was almost torture. The feather touched every inch of her skin and was turning her on.

Putting the feather away, he took out a huge dildo and put it up her pussy. Miranda loved it feeling full but gasped as she saw it was being hooked up to a machine. A butt plug then appeared and was thrust up her tight asshole.

Miranda had always wanted to try anal sex, but didn't know if she would like it. With the butt plug, she was liking the full feeling. Now all her holes had something in them.

Her captor went and turned on the machine and the dildo in her ass began pumping her. She saw it was hooked up to some sort of computer but didn't know what it would do. He turned of the lights and left.

Alone, in the dark, and tied up and filled up, Miranda didn't feel much fear as she was concentrating on her nearing orgasm, the second of the night, a new record for her.

She had an orgasm and the machine stopped. Miranda closed her eyes, thinking maybe she could sleep when the computer made a flashing symbol and her butt plug started expanding and the dildo started going again.

Miranda moaned as she could feel herself going to another orgasm. Torture or pleasure, she didn't know. Her ass was being filled and her pussy pounded. It was her dream come true as she had another orgasm.

The computer turned off again. Miranda hadn't realized how tense she was until she relaxed a little. She didn't know how much time had passed until she hear the computer whir to life again. Bracing for the worst, Miranda was a little fearful of what would happen next.

The dildo really went, going faster than it had before. The butt plug was getting even bigger. She could feel her asshole being stretched. And now she could swear she felt cum shooting up from the dildo into her. Miranda felt herself cumming again, a bigger orgasm than the rest.

The machine stopped again. Somehow it knew when she had an orgasm and would give her a little time to recover. She didn't know how long this would go on or how she would manage to not pass out from all the intense pleasure. She felt herself dozing and woke up as she felt the dildo just pounding her pussy so hard and the butt plug really stretching her ass.

The dildo shot out its warm liquid in her pussy and then she was having a mindblowing orgasm that shook her whole body. This time she did pass out after.

When she awoke a few hours later, she found herself tied up in a bed, spread eagle. This was in her boyfriend's bedroom, she recognized her surroundings. She was pretty sure Tim was her captor, but she wouldn't think of him ever doing this stuff, so she wasn't quite sure.

Her captor strode over and began pouring an oil on her. It smelled good and he began rubbing it all over her. She soon found out it was a warming massage oil because her body grew warm. He massaged the oils all over, including her tender breasts that had the nipple clamps removed and the rope gone.

He tenderly massaged her mons which were sore from the pounding the dildo gave her. She noticed the butt plug was still in her ass, but in its original state, not all plumped up.

Her captor placed some other liquid and rubbed it inside her pussy. It made it warm and tingly and felt good. Why was he being so tender and caring? Because he had tortured her?

Soon she found him fucking her pussy. It was still a little tender but she was enjoying it. He started rubbing her clit and she arched her back and had another orgasm. She'd lost count by now of how many she'd had through the night. She felt him pull cum in her and he pulled out.He readjusted her restraints so that she was now on her stomach. She felt him smack her on the ass and she jumped. This was another thing she enjoyed watching on the internet, spanking. She felt him spank her ass a few more times. Miranda didn't know how turned on she would be by being spanked, and the butt plug also helped enhance that pleasure.

As she was enjoying it, she felt him bite her ass cheek. Then she felt the butt plug being yanked out and replaced with his cock. So, she thought, the butt plug was preparing me this whole time. She yelped against the ball gag as she felt him grab her hair and pull as he pushed further in her ass hole. He reached down and fingered her pussy. Miranda didn't know if she would like anal, but she soon realized she was loving it. 

It was giving her a different pleasure and she felt herself pushing her ass against his cock. She heard him chuckle and he squeezed an ass cheek. He came in her ass, a wonderful feeling. She felt his fingers scoop a bit of it up and he removed her ball gag and put his fingers in her mouth. She lovingly sucked of his cum and her ass juices of his fingers. 

Undoing her restraints, he flipped her over on her back and laid down next to her and cuddled, his mask removed. She looked into the eyes of her boyfriend Tim and smiled. "What got into you? What made you think of all this?" she asked him. "Well I wanted to enhance our sex life." 

"But this is a big extreme!" 

"Yeah but I saw the pages you looked at, saw which videos you watched. Mostly BDSM stuff. And I wanted to give you so many orgasms," Tim answered. 

"Well you certainly accomplished that. I've never felt so drained in my life!" 

"You can expect more of this later," he stated. 

Exhausted from her night of passion, Miranda fell asleep in her lover's arms. Tim closed his eyes smiling as he planned their next sex adventure.



A Night of Partying & Drinking with My Sister



My sister was home for Christmas vacations from college. She was 20 and I was 18. I had just gotten a car, so she asked me to take her out sometimes because she wanted to party hard like I have done for so many years. I told her that I would the following weekend. I had always wanted to fuck my sister, but I had never had the chance to. She usually wore very revealing clothes around the house, and hardly ever wore a bra, especially at home. When she went to sleep she would always wear a thin, tight t-shirt with no bra and small tight shorts. I always noticed that her nipples were hard but I never did anything about it.

Saturday came, and I told Rosa that we would be leaving to the party at about 9. I told her that I was going to also take my two other friends. She didn't really care. As we were leaving for the party I got a called from a friend, but I told my sister that it was my friends to tell me that they were not going to be able to go to the party. I had really never invited any friends. I had planned to have the whole night with my sister. She said that it did not matter that my friends were not going. 

When we got to the house party I saw some familiar faces, but none of them new that this was my sister, nor was I going to tell them. The first thing my sister asked for was beer. I loved drinking and so did she. We started to drink, and after about 6 for me and like 4 for her, she told me she wanted to dance. I hesitated because I was used to dancing with other girls in a very sexual manner. Of course I wanted to dance with my sister like that, but I didn't know if she knew what she was getting into. I said OK, but I decided I would dance a bit far from her. We kept drinking and dancing. 

When some real good hip-hop was played, she began to dance more erotic and got me more exited. I decided to go for it, so I pulled her close to me and began to freak her. I was surprised that she did not pull away, and instead she put one arm around me and also began to freak me. I immediately began to get exited. We kept dancing very closely. Next I turned her around and began to freak her from the back as if we were in a doggy style position. This was a usual way of dancing, so we were not the only ones doing it. I was surprised that my sister liked this. I was rock hard by now. Usually I would have tried to hide my erection from the girls while in the dance floor, but this time I didn't. I left my erection right in the middle of her ass. She immediately noticed it and looked back and smiled at me.

All of a sudden she grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the dance floor. I was afraid she was angry with me. But she looked at me, and I just dipped my head. Suddenly she kissed me in the mouth and I responded. We got real close and kissed. I grabbed her ass with both my hands and pressed my cock to her pussy. She began to moan and gyrate her hips. I grabbed her by the hand and led her to a bedroom. I put her hands on my erection and mine on her ass. She unzipped my pants and gave me the best blowjob ever. Next I began to suck on her tits and made my way down to her nicely trimmed pussy. She begged for me to eat her out. I took my time to make it right. She was screaming her lungs out.

Without letting her know, I slammed my cock in her tight pussy. She looked at me with wide-open eyes and began moaning and screaming with pleasure. I told her I was about to cum, so she told me to pull out since I didn't have a condom on. I refused to pull out, even though she was trying to push me out. I came inside her. She was shocked. I immediately began to suck on her tits. Within seconds she was caressing me and rubbing my dick with her hands. I took seconds for me to become hard again.

This time I grabbed her and put her on all fours. She told not to go anal, and I told her that I wasn't and that I was going to fuck her pussy again. I began to slam in and out of her pussy again. I was just staring at her sweet ass and I really wanted to fuck through the ass. I told her I was about to cum, and she once again begged for me to pull out. She moved forward as if to escape my cock. I grabbed from the hips and did not allow her to move. This time she was almost in tears, although she was still moaning in enjoyment of my penetration. 

This time I pulled out. She smiled and got happy. But as soon as I pulled out I slammed my dick in her asshole. She gave the biggest scream ever and was in tears. I just kept my dick in her ass for about five minutes until she was nor crying anymore. Then I began to pump in and out of her. She began to match my strokes, and soon we had a good rhythm going. She begged for more cock. I was about to cum, so I pulled out, turned her around, and released my load on her face. She tried to take as much of it into her mouth as she could. We fucked for about another hour. Then we went back to the party. 

We got home at about 3 in the morning. As soon as we stepped in the house, I got aroused just of thinking of what we had done. I grabbed her ass and unbuttoned my zipper. I put her hand on my dick, and she immediately went down to suck my dick. She gave me great head. Nest I took her to the bathroom where I undressed her and began to suck her tits and eat her pussy out. She then undressed me and bent over the sink. She begged to be fucked through the ass. I did. I had to put her panties in her mouth to muffle her screams so that our parents and younger brothers would not wake up. This time I came inside of her ass. 

She then hugged me and began to kiss me. She said that it had been a great night and that she looked forward to the next two months of "partying" with me. She kissed me and said good night as she headed to her bead naked, with her clothes in her hands. I was hard again by now. I pulled her back into the bathroom, and but her on the floor. I slammed my dick in her and began pumping. I slipped a finger in her ass and also began to finger fuck through the ass. We both announced that we were going to cum at the same time. She once again told me to pull out. But I did not. By now I had figured that although she asked me to pull out, she did not really want me pull out. I collapsed on top of her and we just kissed and caressed each other for about 15 minutes. We then both headed out to our own beds. I promised to take her out to a party on Sunday.



A Night of Passage



Elliot slammed the bedroom door behind him. Grabbing the banister and almost jumping down the stairs, he grabbed his jacket off the hallway rack and was out the door. Pausing only slightly at the front steps, he moved to his car and started the engine. Afraid to go and afraid to stay, he backed out of the driveway and headed toward downtown, not knowing where he was going or what his next stop would be. He considered going to the apartment that he had continued to rent, despite moving in with Amy, three months back. He wasn't sure why, but it made sense to keep it until the lease expired in a month or two and it had been renewed by default when he failed to cancel on the anniversary date.

Despite being a nondrinker, he considered going to a nearby bar and getting smashed. But the last thing he needed tonight was to get behind the wheel in a drunken state and get arrested, or worse, injure someone.

With his choices limited, Elliot opted for "Cover to Cover", an all-night bookstore and coffee shop. Maybe he would just find a good book, head back to his apartment and read himself to sleep.

Browsing through the paperback fiction section, Elliot frowned at the lack of new material by his favorite authors. He approached the end of the aisle, and turned to the aisle behind him. He never saw her, at least not until he had turned into her and saw the book she was reading fly in one direction and her all in another. 

"I am so sorry," he stammered, reaching to help her up. As he reached for her, he froze unexpectedly. His eyes traveled from the floor to her thighs, and further up to the white panties and her exposed crotch. Coming to himself, he averted his glance and looked into her face, which, like his, offered an embarrassed smile.

"Sorry", he said.

"For what?" she answered, "knocking me down or looking up my dress?'

"Yes," he replied. "I mean both... I mean no."

"Forget it, Babe. Just help me up."

Elliot helped her to her feet, then picked up her book and handed it to her. With a smile and a slight nod, she was gone.

"Smooth work," 

Elliot turned to see an unfamiliar face grinning at him. 

"Huh," he said to the man who had apparently been looking on.

"Thanks for that great look at her pussy. Quite a body, or did you notice?"

"Uh no. I guess I didn't, " Elliot lied as he made his way to next aisle.

Finally finding a book that offered some possibilities, Elliot decided to check out and head for home. As he walked toward the register, he noticed the beautiful stranger sitting in the book store's coffee shop. Hoping to avoid further embarrassment, he looked the other way. But it was no use. He was drawn to look toward her. To his surprise, she was smiling. To his surprise, she crooked her index finger and signaled for him to come over.

"Join me for a cup of Mocha?" she asked.

"Uh sure," Elliot replied. He walked to the counter, got his mug and walked over to her table. For the first time, he realized that she was beautiful, and not only her thighs. She stared at him, smiling slightly for what seemed like an eternity. Elliot broke the silence.

"Hey, I really am sorry about that."

"About what? Knocking me on my ass?"

"Yea. Pretty clumsy of me."

"Don't give it a second thought. What's your name?"

"Elliot," he stammered, still seeking to garner a degree of composure. "Yours?"

"Jenna."

"Well, nice to meet you Jenna. Can I get you a refill?"

"No thanks, I'm good."

All Elliot could think of as he looked at her was, "I'll bet you are."

"Things bad at home?' asked Jenna.

"Uh, yea. How did you know?"

"Lucky guess," Jenna replied. "I know the signs. Besides a good looking guy like you wouldn't be here at this hour unless there was no one to go home to, or things were shaky. Woman's intuition."

"Yea. I guess. At any rate, I won't be going home. Or I guess I should say I will be going home, but not to what was our apartment."

"Keep a separate place do you?"

"Almost by accident. Planned to give it up, but I let the renewal date pass and the lease renewed automatically. Bad screw up on my part. But I'm looking for someone to sublease it to. Interested?"

"In what, the apartment or you?" Jenna asked with a straight face. Elliot looked perplexed. Finally, she laughed. "Lighten up, lover. Just a little joke."

"Sorry, long day. So OK, Jenna, What's your story?"

"What makes you think I have a story/"

"Male logic, I guess. Also, you keep staring at your cup and haven't touched it since I got here. So, how do I say it? A woman as beautiful as you wouldn't be here at this hour, unless things were tough at home, or you were lonely. And Ma'am if you don't mind my saying, a woman like you can't be lonely."

"Actually, Babe, I am lonely. Left hubby today, and I won't be going back."

"What happened?" asked Elliot.

"Let's just say, some things weren't meant to last, and leave it at that."

"Well, are you OK. Do you need a ride someplace?"

"Lover, I'm not going anywhere. Actually, no place to go. Guess I'll have to stay here."

"You can't stay here," Elliot replied. "Don't you have a home to go to?"

"I guess I could, but if I go back there and spend another night, I'll be forced to stay forever. That wouldn't be good for me or my husband. At any rate, I'll be fine. I'll walk around and find somewhere to sleep."

"That's ridiculous! Look, I have plenty of room. Why not come with me?"

"With you?" she asked raising her eyebrows.

"I have a spare bedroom. I promise you'll be safe. At lot safer than wandering the streets. And then tomorrow, you can decide if you want to go back to your husband or what it is that you really want to do."

"There's nothing to decide. It's out of my hands. Trust me, Elliot. There is no going back."

"Well, at least go with me. I won't be able to sleep if you stay here."

"Aren't you sweet? All right, Elliot. Thank you. I accept your offer."

"Great. Let's go." Elliot headed for the door.

"Elliot?" she asked.

"Yes?"

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What?" he asked.

"You forgot to pay for your book."

Elliot and Jenna left the parking lot and rode in silence for most of the trip back to his apartment. Elliot unlocked the door and entered first, turning on the lights, then motioning her inside. The apartment had a musty odor due to its recent lack of occupancy. Elliot turned on the heat and started the ceiling fan to start a little air moving.

"Here, let met have your coat. I'll hang it up for you," Elliot said, breaking the silence. "Did you leave your purse in the car?"

"No purse tonight, Love," replied Jenna. "Left a little unexpectedly and didn't bring it along."

At Elliot's bidding, Jenna found a spot on the sofa and tossed her the remote control. "Let me see what's in the fridge." "Not much to choose from since the place has been empty. You can have water or stale soda," he yelled from the kitchen.

"Nothing for me," she returned. "But feel free to help yourself."

Elliot grabbed a bottle of water and joined Jenna in front of the television. To his surprise, she had turned on the music, not the television. 

"Nice choice," he smiled.

Without speaking, Jenna again curled her index finger and patted a spot on the sofa beside her. Elliot paused briefly, then sat down. Without her jacket, Jenna was even more lovely than he could have believed. Her breasts were exposed only slightly above the top of her dress, drawing Elliot's eyes to the beautiful orbs. He felt his crotch twitch slightly.

"That's the second time tonight I've caught you peeking," smiled Jenna. "Still liking what you see?"

"Er, sorry..."

"Elliot?"

"Uh... Yes"

"Kiss me."

Elliot paused only briefly, but it was too long. Before he could move, Jenna placed her hand on the back of his neck, pulling his face to hers and kissing him, softly at first. The first kiss was followed by another and though he knew he shouldn't, Elliot couldn't resist. Her beauty, the allure of her perfume and the warm kisses were too much. He returned her kisses, feeling the passion beginning to build. Then, as mysteriously as she had started, she stopped.

"What's wrong?" asked Elliot.

"Show me my room, please. Show me my bed."

"But, I thought. Well, I thought you might..."

"What, dear Elliot. Sleep in your bed. Sorry if I misled you but I've never slept in any guys bed the first night I met him. Show me my room please."

A little stunned and sorely disappointed, Elliot arose from the sofa and led the way to a small bedroom to his right. Jenna followed. He switched on the light, walked in and turned back the covers. 

Still wounded, Elliot pointed. "There's your bathroom. You can find additional blankets in that closet. Make yourself at home. I'll see you in the morning."

"Elliot?"

"Yes, do you need something?"

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Pardon?"

"I said, where do you think you're going?"

"To bed. I'll see you in the morning."

"Elliot, please stay with me, tonight. I really don't want to be alone."

"But you said..."

"I said I wouldn't sleep in your bed. I did not say you couldn't share mine."

"Are you serious?" Elliot asked incredulously.

"Dead serious. Elliot, answer a question for me please."

"Sure"

"Have you ever made love to a woman who had absolutely nothing to lose?"

"What?"

"Have you ever been fucked by a woman like you were the last man on earth?"

"What?"

"Elliot, my love. Tonight is your lucky night. Now come to me, Lover."

Forgetting Amy and the argument that put him on the streets, Elliot went to Jenna and embraced her. As their lips met, Elliot truly felt I fire he had never experienced before. As she kissed him he felt himself gasping for air, but not wanting to come up. Her soft lips parted and Elliot probed with his tongue, finding hers and sucking on it, trying to exercise some element of restraint. He really believed that he could explode into orgasm then and there. Her kisses were taking him to unexplored heights.

Trying to avoid looking like a high school kid getting his first taste of sex, Elliot attempted to unbutton her blouse. To his utter surprise, she ripped it away, fabric and buttons flying through the air. Then it was off and Jenna was down to her bra. Elliot bent to kiss her breasts. Showing a strength out of character for such a petite woman, she ripped away the bra, flinging it across the room. Her breasts were the most beautiful he had ever seen. Not the largest, but, without question, the most perfect. Reaching behind her, she unfastened her skirt and it fell to the floor All that remained were the same white panties that had him so mesmerized when he stared at her on the bookstore floor.

Elliot did not remember undressing, but when he looked again, he was nude. His thick shaft was erect and throbbing. All he could do was to look at Jenna, her beautiful breasts and those sexy white panties. Jenna raised her mouth to meet his, kissing him deeply. He gasped as he felt her soft hand wrap around his manhood.

He couldn't get enough of her. The kisses were deep and lingering. His hands explored her body with a reckless abandon. He grabbed her hair as he continued to kiss her. Understanding his signal, Jenna began to kiss his neck as well as his chest as she moved further and further down his body. By now she was stroking his cock as she dropped to her knees placing her face directly in front of his swollen organ. Elliot watched as she licked the tip of his cock. Up, down and around her tongue manipulated him and when the thought he could take no more, she placed her lips around his shaft and took all of him into her mouth. Pumping up and down on his cock with such fierceness that it was both frightening and exciting. Amy was a good lover, but nothing like this. Jenna was in total control, and Elliot could only be glad she was.

"Gonna stand there and watch or return the favor?" she whispered.

Instinctively, Elliot pulled her up and kissed her again, pulling her with him to the bed. He turned her around and sat her on the edge of the bed, gently spreading her legs while dropping to his knees directly in front of her pussy. Elliot leaned into her damp love opening and kissed it. Her wetness excited him further. He began licking her, alternating between hard long laps with his full tongue and quick, flitting licks with the tip of his tongue. Jenna writhed on the bed, moving her wet opening to meet his tongue.

"Oh, God, Elliot. Lick me. Lick my pussy!" she begged. "Don't ever stop, Baby!"

Her pleadings only excited Elliot further and he began to stroke himself uncontrollably while he licked Jenna's wet pussy. Everything was so good, so hot that he wanted to do this forever. 

"Put it in me, Elliot!" she pleaded. "I need you to fuck me! Now!"

Elliot was torn between his desire to maintain this state of ecstasy and a burning desire to fuck Jenna until she exploded into orgasm. He knew that his own would follow soon thereafter. Elliot stood to his feet and guided his large cock between her legs, deep into the moist hot pussy in front of him.

"Baby, oh baby, please fuck me. Give it to me!" moaned Jenna.

Driven by her beauty, passion and his own throbbing desire, Elliot fucked her. He slid his cock in and out of her pussy and she matched him thrust for thrust. Her wet opening swallowed him just has her mouth had only moments earlier. On and on they went and each time he felt he would explode and empty his juices into her, she would reach and grab the base of his cock, holding him off.

"Look at me, Elliot!" she screamed. "I'm going to come and I want you to look at me"

Looking into her beautiful face and staring at her beautiful breasts was more than he could handle. As her face twisted in the throes of orgasm, Elliot felt her stiffen. Excited by his ability to excite Jenna, he fucked her even harder. Then it happened. Jenna came in torrents.

"Oh, shit, Elliot. Fuck me dammit! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Fuck me! Come with me, Baby! Please come with me!

Elliot was helpless. He felt his body tighten and felt the first burst of hot semen leave his body and enter hers. With each jerk, he shoved his cock deeper into her waiting cunt, pumping her fuller and fuller. They were not only lovers, they were a mutual orgasm. On and on it went, longer than Elliot could ever remember having happened at any time in his life. They fucked until they could no longer moved. Elliot collapsed onto her and they lay together enjoying the fruits of unexpected love.

They were still.

But only for a while. Jenna nudged him. He felt her kisses as she began to explore his body again until her mouth again found his cock. Although unwilling at first, her kisses and the feeling of himself inside her warm mouth stirred him to life again. He would not have believed it.

An on it went. Each time seemingly more intense than the time before. Elliot lost count.

The night ran into morning. Elliot was unsure when one ended and the other began. And it would not have mattered except that a few rays of sun sneaked through the blinds on the bedroom window, waking him from his sleep and making him aware that these last few hours of ecstasy were over. Instinctively, he reached over to embrace his new lover. All his hand found was an empty pillow.

Rubbing his eyes, trying to awaken, he called for her. "Jenna, Jenna"

There was no answer. Only the sound of the water running in the shower. The panic subsided and Elliot relaxed. This woman was something special. The last thing he wanted was a one-nighter. He didn't fully know what last night was about, but he knew it was something different, and something very special.

Elliot found his boxers tangled in the sheets on the floor. He pulled them on and made his way to the bathroom door. Tapping gently, he called out, "Looking for some company?" No answer. After knocking for the third time, Elliot turned the handle. The door was unlocked, so he pushed it open, expecting to find Jenna waiting for him.

"Surprise...." But to his surprise, the shower was empty. The water ran freely, but only hit the floor of the stall. Elliot made his way to the front room. No sign of Jenna. Maybe he had taken up too much of her bed and she had moved to his. He made his way to his bedroom door. His bed was undisturbed and unoccupied.

"Jenna, where are you, Babe?" He checked the other bathroom and the kitchen. She was not here. He went back to the bedroom to check for her clothes. Elliot was shocked. Her clothes lay scattered around the room where she had left them the night before. Frantically, Elliot searched again. Still no sign of the beautiful stranger. Where could she have gone? Finally, logic began to replace his anxiety. Obviously she had borrowed some of his clothes and stepped out. No doubt she would return to pick up her clothes. He would either wait for her or leave a note on the door, which he would lock when he left. She would have to call him to get in.

Elliot returned to the shower and turned off the water. He again made his way to the kitchen and poured a cup of hot coffee. Wait a minute, where did the coffee come from. Obviously Jenna had made it when she got up. The coffee was strong and black, the way he liked it. This morning, he needed it.

He walked to the door to pick up his morning paper. But as he passed the table in the den, he noticed it was already there. Elliot could only assume that Jenna had placed it there when she left. A quick look at the news and Elliot would have to get ready for work. He scanned the sports section, and the front page. Nothing too interesting in either. He moved on to local news. A new bond issue was to be voted on next week, nothing too interesting. To the side column where the headline read, "Local woman killed by Reckless Driver in Bookstore Parking Lot."

What the hell? Elliot could not move, his eyes frozen to the woman's picture just under the headline. It, it was Jenna. There was no doubt. Elliot released a primal scream, "No! No! No!"

Elliot shook uncontrollably. He forced himself to read the article. Obviously a cruel joke, but the story indicated that a local woman was run over in the parking lot of the "Cover to Cover" bookstore, as she and her husband exited. He was hit also and was in critical condition at a local hospital. The driver had not been found.

Elliot had to call the police. Jenna was not dead. She was with him all night. They had talked. They had made love. There had to be a mistake. He threw the paper aside and reached for the phone. Suddenly, he noticed the distinct fragrance that Jenna had worn. Then he saw it.

Taped to the phone was a white envelope with his name printed on front. Elliot tore it loose from the phone and stared at it. It shook in his hands. Finally, he was able to open it and remove the contents. It was a letter. Handwritten in an attractive, cursive style that was obviously feminine. It must be from Jenna. Elliot read.

"My dear Elliot,

I am so sorry if my disappearance and the newspaper article have startled you. Hopefully last night will compensate for any pain or anxiety that I have caused you. And no doubt you are having a difficult time grasping all this. But it is true, Elliot. I was overrun by a car in the bookstore parking lot. I died instantly. My husband will recover. I realize this is hard to believe or understand, so let me explain as best I can. I can't fill in all the blanks since I'm kinda new at this myself. Never been dead before, Elliot.

When the ambulance came and took my body, as well as my purse and other personal belongings, I strangely remained behind. I watched them load my poor husband in the ambulance also. I climbed in, still not fully aware that I was alive. But when the ambulance left, I was still standing in the parking lot. It was so strange. I was a mixture of matter and energy. But I soon came to realize, Dear Elliott, that I was very much dead.




A Night of Passion



Sammy sat in her bedroom on night. The rain came down and pattered on the window pane. Sadly Sammy wanted nothing more than to be back in the arms of her lover Jill. They had recently parted ways after a long fight over Sammy's desires.

She went down to the living room where she picked up the phone. A few rings later and she was talking to Kim. Kim was her best friend and from time to time wanted nothing more than to show Sammy how good of a friend she was. Sammy talked to Kim and convinced Kim to come over to help ease the pain of her breakup with her lover Jill.

Kim showed up in a little black dress that accented her little figure and ample breasts. Her blonde hair was hanging loosely on her shoulders, soft and shiny in the soft light of the room. She carried a large bag with her. Smiling Kim looked at Sammy and said, "I'm here to make you feel better" Sammy smiled and was glad to see her.

Followed by Kim there was a knock on the door. It was Lyndsay knocking. Sammy's friend from work. "I hope you don't mind me coming over too" Lyndsay said. "Kim told me you were all down in the dumps". Sammy smiled and replied " No it's nice to have friends like you two." Lyndsay was a blonde as well with soft long hair pulled back from her face loosely in a barrette. Sammy noticed she had on a pretty sundress that shown her body so nicely.

Sammy invited the girls in and went to get glasses for the champagne Kim brought over. From the kitchen she could hear the girls giggling and settling in for the visit. Lyndsay popped the champagne open and poured each of them a glass. 

After a while, and a few drinks later Kim suggested they watch a video to lighten the mood. She popped in a Lesbian video. The three girls watched and became very aroused by the screen. Sammy sat with her panties beginning to become soaked with her hot juices. 

Feeling kind of lonely Sammy sighed wishing that Jill were there. Kim noticed Sammy getting depressed and walked over to her. She sat down and said "Sammy hunny I'm going to make you forget about Jill tonight, now, and forever."

Kim sensing Sammy's needs leaned in to kiss her on the lips. Sammy's lips parted and tasted the blonde's sweet tongue on hers. The taste of sweet champagne lingered on her lips even after the kiss. Sammy was in awe and leaned in for more. Lyndsay sat down next to Sammy and joined in on the kiss. The three women kissed passionately and lustfully. It made each of them want more than they knew.

Kim leaned out of the kiss to reach for the champagne bottle. She then lead the two girls to Sammy's room where the fun began. Kim poured two glasses of champagne out and set them down. Lyndsay took Sammy to the bed and sat her down. Kim grabbed one of the glasses and handed it to Lyndsay. She took a sip and kissed Sammy. Sammy shuttered with passion and desires making her even hotter and wanting even more. 

Kim took off her clothes and Sammy's as well. Lyndsay was lying next to Sammy naked with her blonde hair flowing to her breasts. Sammy's ample breasts longed for touch as well as her pussy. She ached and whined for pleasure. Kim poured champagne on Sammy's naked body and began to make Lyndsay lick her breasts and kiss her.

Kim leaned in to pour some more on her pussy. The cool drink made Sammy's pussy scream with desire. Kim licked her way down to her pussy. She teased her clit with a finger and spread her legs gently. Kim leaned down and poured champagne onto Sammy's hot pussy already mixing with her juices she ran her tongue on her clit and began to finger Sammy. 

Sammy moaned out with great pleasure and Kim continued to lick her pussy frantically. As she did Lyndsay brought out a Dildo from Kim's bag. She went around Kim and inserted a finger in her hot cunt and licked it a little. She then took the Dildo and began to insert it into Kim's hot cunt.

Kim began to lick faster and frantically move her fingers on Sammy's Clit as Lyndsay fucked her with the Dildo. Sammy began to moan and cry out she was coming. As Kim road the dildo they came together in a hot passionate kiss. Sammy then leaned over and looked into the bag to find a strap on and asked Lyndsay if she has ever been fucked by a man?

She leaned over like a dog crying "No but I want to be." Sammy strapped on the dick and Kim lubed it up. Kim played with Lyndsay's cunt to get her ready. moaning in pleasure Sammy entered Lyndsay and began to fuck her wildly and hard. Ramming the Huge cock into Lyndsay she screamed with pleasure and bucked wildly.

Kim got under Lyndsay demanding she lick her cunt while she was fucked like a dog. Lyndsay leaned in eating every inch of Kim's hot blonde pussy. She licked as Kim in turn reached for the other dildo and began to fuck Sammy with it. All three girls moaned and cried frantically cumming over and over until they could take no more. Tired they all fell asleep on the bed.



A Night of Passion



He flew in from out of town, I was picking him up from the airport and scrambled to get ready and leave for the airport on time. After agonizing over what to wear for almost an hour, I finally settled on a body hugging mini sweater dress in bright red with white stockings and cream colored thigh high boots. I sped most of the way to the airport to make up for lost time, and breathed a sigh of relief when I pulled into the parking garage ten minutes before he was due to land. 

After waiting what seemed like forever, I finally saw him come down the escalator toward baggage claim and saw him smile and speed his pace toward me. My heart skipped a beat when he finally reached me and kissed me, soft and almost shy, with a quick move to head to the baggage claim. 

Once we'd collected his bag, we headed out to the car. I popped the trunk for his bag and after he put it in he came around to the drivers side, I turned toward him thinking he was asking to drive. Instead, he pulled me roughly against him and squeezed my ass, kissing me deeply, thrusting his tongue forcefully against mine. When the kiss broke I was entirely speechless. He gazed at me possessively and said if there hadn't been people around he would have taken me right in the airport because I looked so good. Just that simple action left me wet, wanting, and feeling completely desired. I couldn't wait to get home and ended up speeding most of the way there. 

When we walked into the bedroom the gloves were off. He kissed me again, rough and demanding, all the while moving me toward the bed. As the back of my knees touched the edge, he pushed me back onto the bed and followed me down. He crushed my lips underneath his as his hands ran down my legs and back up, moving his hands to the top of my dress, pulling it down and following the trail with his mouth. When his lips wrapped around my nipple I was in heaven... The sensations rushing through my body first from his hands, then from his lips, made my blood heat and my already aroused senses respond with more urgency. 

He slid his hand down between us brushed his fingers across my clit through my stockings. Suddenly, he got up and came back to the bed with something metallic. He bent down between my legs and slowly cut the crotch out of my white stockings, each little snip taking another piece out until he made a nice big hole right over my pussy. 

Coming back to me, his body covering mine, he kissed me again, sliding his fingers down to play against my exposed sex. He flipped us over, moving me on top of him. We kept kissing, passionately and deeply, feeling his hard length pressing insistently underneath me as I gyrated my hips on top of him. He groaned and grabbed my ass, propelling me upward so my pussy was right over his mouth. His tongue darted out to flick across my clit and it was like an electric jolt as soon as he made contact. His tongue flicked and probed, sending me into an upward spiral of pure pleasure. I grabbed onto the headboard and rode the waves of sensation as his expert tongue drove me wild. 

He pulled me down onto his face and sucked my clit gently, then flicked at it again, then probed my pussy with his tongue before returning to my clit. I didn't know what sensation to focus on, it all felt so good! Finally his tongue settled in a smooth rhythm over my clit, that he interspersed with suckling it gently. The feeling of his tongue and mouth relentlessly pushed me closer and closer to orgasm. 

I felt my body tightening, preparing for the imminent explosion; feeling his mouth pushing me further toward his goal. I couldn't take it anymore, I came in violent waves, riding his face and writhing in ecstasy. It went on for what seemed like forever, rocking my body to the core with one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. He kept teasing my clit, following me as I pulled away whimpering, knowing he was driving me crazy with sensation overload as I went into hypersensitive mode after cumming.

Finally I moved off of him, seeing his face covered in my juices was unbelievably sexy. I bent down to kiss him and lick up some of my own cum, loving how I tasted on his tongue. I got impatient to feel him and slid my hand down, undoing the buckle on his belt and then his pants, sliding them down his hips to release his enormously thick, hard cock. Gazing at his thick cock, I felt myself get even wetter. Breaking our kiss, I moved down to wrap my mouth around the head of his cock, gently swirling my tongue around the tip, then sucking on it gently. With that little tease, I wanted to feel more of that delicious shaft in my mouth. I slowly slid my mouth down the entire length, trying to get as much of his cock into my mouth as I could without gagging. 

No easy task! His cock felt huge inside my mouth and pulsed against my tongue with each ever more rapid heartbeat. I slid my mouth up and down the length of his cock, savoring the feel of him fully penetrating my mouth, and loving every little sound he made as I sucked. I kept suction on his cock as best I could given the size, and slid my mouth up and down trying to be careful not to accidentally graze him with my teeth. My ass was pointed toward his face as I was sucking, and he soon got other ideas. Pulling me over to straddle his face, my mouth still stuffed full of his cock, he started licking me again... It was all I could do to concentrate on his cock and try to keep sucking and licking in some semblance of a rhythm. His mouth felt amazing on my pussy and I wanted to feel him inside me so badly. 

His cock just seemed to get harder and harder, feeling like it would burst through the skin if it didn't get release soon. By this point I was aching to be filled, and I slid my body down and slid his cock inside me, straddling him reverse cowgirl style. His cock pushed in almost angrily, stretching me around him and making my body accept his huge length. I groaned in pleasure and starting moving up and down on his length, trying to fit all of his shaft inside me. I started out slowly, moving almost completely off his cock with each stroke, then pushing back down onto him. 

He grabbed my calves and squeezed, running his hands up and down my stocking clad legs and tugging on the tops of my boots. I wanted more leverage to tease him, so I turned around, straddling his hips and slowly lowering my pussy down to envelope his thick hard cock again. Feeling him from that direction made me gasp as he forced me to stretch around him from a different angle. 

Slowly I wrapped just around the head at first, then slid down a little, back up, back down, never quite taking all of him inside. Finally I slammed my hips down, and his thrust up to meet me jammed his cock as deep as it could go. I winced in pain along with the tremendous pleasure of being so totally possessed. His cock was relentless, pounding up into me with urgency, while his mouth came up to suck and nip at a nipple and his hand twisted and pinched the other one. I felt myself building to orgasm again, and his cock invading me so thoroughly was pushing me there.

He pushed me off him and pulled me to my hands and knees, positioning himself behind me and ramming his cock home. The shock and force was astounding, as he pushed deeply into me and bent down to bite my shoulder and my neck. I came. Exploding around his cock for the second time that night as he pounded into me. He just kept coming, his cock jack hammering into me.

He grabbed my hips and flipped me over again, pinning me underneath him and arranging me so my legs were completely spread with him kneeling between them, buried to the hilt inside me. I dragged my nails down his back as he thrust into me, his cock hitting deeper than I thought possible and causing that painful stretching that leaves a pleasant ache for days. 

He bent down over me and kissed me passionately, his tongue scorching my mouth and making me need to feel him everywhere at once. The way his cock claimed me while his tongue did battle with mine made me feel fully taken, owned almost. And I liked it. He kept thrusting, filling my pussy from a new angle and leaving his nipples right in front of my face, I wrapped my mouth around his left nipple and sucked, causing him to jerk inside me and groan. I kept sucking, using my hand to tweak and roll his other nipple between my fingers. 

He groaned in pleasure and I just kept sucking, knowing I was making him feel even half as good as he made me feel acting as a catalyst to spur me on. His cock was throbbing now, I could feel it spasm every time I squeezed down around him. He tired of our arrangement and moved me to my hands and knees again, pushing my head down into the mattress and pummeling my pussy for all he was worth. Finally, he slowed his pace and started to cum, shooting stream upon stream of cum deep inside of me. I could feel the warmth and the force of it as it shot out against my cervix. 

Completely spent, he collapsed on top of me. His cock still pulsing inside my body, I felt him sink into me as if we weren't two separate people anymore. I felt complete.



A Night of Passion



I first published this story back in November, but had recently picked it up again and added a new chapter. But since it was 4 months ago, I decided to submit the whole story with the added chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

LadyBlue

It had been a long week. As she drove home she couldn't remember when she had had a longer week. The tightness in her shoulders and neck were almost unbearable. She was looking forward to a long hot bath…alone. Alone was the key word there. Not only had work been a stress but so had her marriage. She was tired of the fighting, over money, the house etc. But tonight would be quiet because he was out of town until Sunday. He said that his company insisted he go to take care of the west coast factory layoffs. She knew how much he hated laying off people but really had no choice if he wanted to keep his job and in today's economy he needed his job just as they need some time apart. She felt a little guilty for wanting him to leave and looking forward to having the house to herself. But as she drove home, she decided to feel guilty tomorrow. Tonight she was going to pamper herself…in everyway.

It had been weeks since they had made love and the last time was more of them going through the motions without the emotions. The tension between them was always there it seemed these last few weeks. But for now she needed to relieve some stress. As she pulled into the driveway she saw a light flicker in the window. A flash of anger surged through her as she figured he had left lights on in the house before he left. And he was the one who was just bitching the other day about the electric bill being so high…and blaming her for leaving lights on.

"Relax Kim. It's not worth the stress." She told herself. As she walked into the house she could hear music coming from the bedroom. She set her briefcase down and walked to the back of the house; she heard soft jazz and saw a light flickering under the door. Just as she reached to open the door, it opened for her. Sebastian stood in the doorway wearing the silk boxers she had bought him for Christmas that he had never worn. 

"What…" her words trailed off as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. It just wasn't any kiss….it was strong and filled with passion. A passion she hadn't felt from him in months. She sank into his arms, letting her mind and body melt into the kiss. When he broke from the kiss, he lifted her off her feet and carried to the bed. Before she could speak, he placed his fingers to her lips and the only thing said was "Shhhh…" 

He slowly began undressing her. With each article of clothing he removed he covered her skin in soft butterfly kisses, sending chills up her spine. Starting with her blouse and covering her shoulders, trailing up her neck and down to her breasts. Then her skirt, he sank to his knees, covering her stomach in soft kisses. He ran his hands down her back and over her ass, kneading the flesh under his palms. Her skin was alive. Each and every nerve was tingling. 

He motioned her to sit on the bed which smelled of roses petals. He then removed the remainder of her clothing, laid her out on the bed on her stomach. She then felt a warm silky liquid on her back; he began to massage the warm, scented oil into her skin. He started at her neck, massaging the oil into her aching muscles. She thought she was in heaven as she began to completely relax. He worked his way down her back, between her shoulders, down the small of her back, over the ass, taking extra time to work on her aching muscles. He seemed to know right wear to touch, as she felt herself relaxing and getting wetter between her legs. He worked down the back of her legs, spending extra moments on her calves and down to her feet. He massaged the oil into the bottoms of her feet and between her toes. God it felt so good. He then worked his way back up her body, making sure to brush his hand over her ass.

He then motioned her to turn over. He began at her neck again but this time she could look into those beautiful eyes of his. There she saw passion, something she hadn't seen much of lately. His hands moved down her shoulders and to her breasts. He took special attention as he massaged the oil into her breasts. Adding kisses and sucking on her nipples. He let his hands lightly brush across her nipples sending shivers up her spine. She reached for him and he laughed a little pushing her hands back to her sides and shaking his finger. "No, No" was all he said.

He finished working his way down her body, purposefully staying away from between her legs. She ached for him to caress her clit but he continued working the oil into her breasts, stomach and legs, teasing her, making her want him even more. Her whole body was alive now and tingling with anticipation of what was coming next. 


Sebastian was beside himself with anticipation of the evening's coming events. There had been too much tension in his marriage lately. It seems more like a couple of strangers cohabitating then a marriage these last few months. He wasn't sure exactly when it started but figured it to be when his company began the layoffs. It was the worst part of his job and his attitude dropped. He hated going to work but kept up the act but as a result brought all the hard feelings and frustrations home. 

But no more. This morning as he was getting ready to leave for his trip, he had a rude wake up call when he stumbled onto Kim's journal. He remembered when they met that she would write in it everyday, but over the last few years hadn't even seen her pick it up none the less write in it. And here it was sitting out in clear view. His curiosity was peaked. He picked it up and noticed it was not her old journal but a brand new one. He knew that he shouldn't but he did. He sat down on the bed, opened the book and began to read. 

What he read just tore at his soul. This was not the woman that he had known for the last 7 years. This was a woman who longed to be loved. She felt unloved and unsatisfied in not in her marriage really but in her husband. He could not believe it. He knew that things hadn't been great but this… He read of her wants and desires that he never knew about. He had to force himself to close the book and put it down. He just sat on the bed as if someone had just told him the world was ending. For him it felt like that. Kim was his world and always had been but now she just thought of him as some man she knew. He decided right then and there that was enough.

He canceled his trip telling his boss a family emergency had come up. Then he began to plan. He began to think back when he first met Kim, that beautiful girl that hit his car. How he had walked her home in the rain after their first date. How she laughed, her smile, the way she found time to played with their dog, Ben, after a long day, the way she slept holding his hand after they made love, everything came flooding back to his mind.

He heard her car pull up, the key in the door, heard her put her things down and then her walking to the door of their bedroom. He reached and opened the door and before she could speak took her into his arms… She had never felt so good. He felt her resist him but it only lasted a millisecond as he felt her begin to kiss back. He carried her to the bed and began what was to be a night to remember.

He had bought the rose scented oil, candles and of "necessities" of the evening at Teressia's Boutique, Kim's best friend. As he undressed her, he drank in the feel of her skin…tasting and feeling every inch of her body. He knew for sure that she felt everything, slowly tracing her breast with his fingers. As he brushed the tips of nipples, she gasped. She reach up for him, he pushed her hands back to her sides, telling her "No" and giggling a little to himself because he knew that she was ready for much more…already. But he wasn't ready just yet. 

She felt him traced his tongue between her breasts, down her stomach, stopping to run his tongue in her belly button causing her to draw in a deep breath. His hands traced her hips and down the inside of her thighs. She was getting hotter by the second. She couldn't think, just lost in the warm sensuous touch of his tongue and hands. His touch was like it had been when they were first together…soft and tantalizing…and her body was responding to it. Every nerve under her skin was alive. She wanted him to begin to quench the heat growing between her legs but he was continuing to pass over her pussy. Each time she trying to put his hand or move his mouth he would just giggle and say "In good time…be patient." But that was getting harder with each minute that passed.

Suddenly she felt his hot breath over her bush. His hands moved up the inside of her thighs to up her legs up. She felt his hands brush across her pussy lips. Next she felt his tongue flick across her clit. She just about exploded right then. His tongue found its way between her lips and to her clit as he very lightly brush over the top and his hands parted her lips. His drew the budding clit between his lips slowly sucking like a baby on his mother's nipple. Then she felt a finger enter her. Her mind swooned. When he slipped in anther finger and began to seek out her G-spot. He was the only man she had known that could find it. As he sucked and licked her clit, he finger fucked. She knew she was about to explode. And was pretty sure he knew it as well, because he began to pick up the pace of his fingers. Faster and faster he slid his fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy and sucking her clit. 

He heard her breathing begin to quicken and knew her first (of many orgasms) was about to hit her. He began to pick up the pace. He wanted her to cum. He felt her vagina squeeze his fingers was she flooded his mouth. He lapped up every drop. She tasted as good as ever. 

She felt the orgasm hit her full force. Her whole body quivered. She felt him drink in her juices as her body came down from the orgasm. Her mind was still spinning as she felt him move up her body and kiss her as she tasted herself on his lips. He broke the kiss and finally spoke… "And that is just the beginning." Then he smiled and kissed her again.

As her mind began to focus again, she felt something soft cover her eyes and bind her hands above her head to the headboard. She started to struggle but realized that she had just thought about doing this. Something soft brushed her cheeks, moved down her neck as it crossed her breasts; it sent electricity through her body. She felt to heat begin again between her legs. She felt an "object" move over her stomach and down her left leg, around her feet and between her toes and then the same to her right. As it traveled up her right leg, he began telling her how beautiful she looked. Telling her things like, how perfect her hips were shaped, how round and perfect her breasts were and how lovely her body fit next to his. She felt him lay next to her and he replaced the soft feather with his lips, tracing down her body in the same fashion as he had with the feather. He placed soft kisses down her neck. When he reached her breasts, his hands traced the shape of each breast as his tongue ran ever so lightly over her nipples. His fingers traced the outside of each orb, around the underside, over the top and around each nipple. Then she felt the tip of his tongue trace the same path as his fingers. Her mind was spinning again with the sensations he was giving her. 

He began to suckle her nipples as his hand moved down her stomach to her clit. She begged him to rub it. Suddenly she felt something enter her. It was long and cool to the touch. First he moved it slowly, then the paced quickened as her body reacted. 

He heard her breathing be coming heavier and faster. He knew that she was about to cum again. He picked up the pace of the vibrator. He hadn't turned it on yet, just letting passion for more increase. 

Then an explosion in her brain as he turned on the vibration and the clit stimulator found its home. This went on for what seemed an eternity. Orgasm after orgasm flooded her as he brought her to heights of ecstasy she was beginning to think she would never feel again. 

She felt his warm breath on her ear…

"I gather you liked that?" he asked.

It took several minutes before she could answer him.

"How did you guess?" she replied. He removed the blindfold and untied her hands. After grabbing his neck and drawing him in from a long, deep passionate kiss, she looked at this man in her arms.

"Excuse me, but have you seen my husband? He looks like you but…" she asked. Her words trailed off as he leaned in for another kiss.

"Forgive me." He asked. "I got a little lost, but I'm home now and I never want to leave again."

She sat up and moved to straddle him. She guided his manhood into place and lowered herself, engulfing him into her extremely wet cunny. It had been a long time since they had felt so in tune with each other. They moved together like a well oiled machine (no pun intended). He assisted her in her movements, placing his hands under her firm cheeks. First slowly, raising almost all the way off and then quickly engulfing his rod over and over again until she could hold it no more. They came together, each screaming the others name again and again. 

She fell onto his chest with him still inside her. He wrapped his arms around her kissing her forehead. "I love you, my sweet wife." He said and the fell asleep in each others arms.



A Night Of Passion



Mike was sitting at home, reading his comic book and being bored. Ever since he was turned down by the one girl he was captivated with, he felt that he would be was one that would be lost in the world of Romance. No girl ever wanted him in High School- he stuck with his books and did Dramatics and Music. But all he wanted was a girl who would be taken in by his charm- someone who would give him a chance to prove that he was a good person to be with. 

Then came the night that would break him into pieces. His parents had gone out on the town for some dining and dancing. They were going to have a good time- and then tragedy struck hard. Coming home from the club where they danced the night away, a semi truck was in their lane of the road and the other lane was full. Since they lived on a plateau above the city, they immediately turned off the road- and down an embankment, instantly killing them. When the police officer came to give him the news, he heard everything with a calm face- then went in and cried bitterly, the best years had been wiped away. 

At the funeral, none of his relatives showed up- none of them cared so much as to make an appearance. Since he was an only child, he received everything as next of kin. Since he was 20, he was allowed to live on the estate alone. Most of his class showed up to offer their condolences on the deaths. 

It was then that she showed up- Glenda Lynn was her name, and she was a knockout in his class. Head Cheerleader for both Football and Basketball and Senior Class Vice President, she was seeing him everyday in the halls getting teased by the others while she looked onward. Since she was a Cheerleader, she hung with them- and watched as he got hurt by the others. 

But deep in her heart, she was captivated by the way he sat upright, encouraged by his grades and saw how the others envied him- for while they drove home in sports cars, pickups and SUVs, he was getting picked up everyday in a black stretch Limousine. 

When she entered, she was awed at the beauty of the home he lived in. When he asked her into his Study, she saw that- of all the works on the shelves- he chose to be reading a comic book. He set it aside and walked up to her, extending his hand. Instead of shaking it, she threw her arms around him in a hug filled with emotion. In the one instant, he was filled with joy at that simple hug, and hugged her back, tears running down his face. "I always drove up this way, wondering where that limo was taking you," she said, choking back the tears. "I never thought you would live here." 

After a few minutes of crying and sorrow, she sat down across from him on the sofa and asked so much of him that he was surprised. It was Saturday Morning when they finished- and she knew she was late getting home. 

"Since my parents passed away, I sleep in the Master Bedroom," he said, "There are guest bedrooms- I could call your home and tell your parents that you're staying at my home because it's late." Graciously accepting his offer, she gave him her home phone and waited while he made the telephone call, then he escorted her to one of the guestrooms. She showered and dressed in the pajamas provided. 

The next morning, she walked downstairs to find the smell of bacon, eggs, pancakes and coffee wafting from the kitchen. She wandered in to find Mark at the helm of a large grill making what he loved best for Weekend Breakfasts. "Good morning, Glenda," he greeted her, "I didn't know if you wanted any breakfast so I made myself something." "I would be delighted to share breakfast with you," she replied, so he went to work with his pans and made her a large plate. Sitting at the table, she complimented him on his excellent griddle work. 

Afterwards, she said that her and some of her friends were going to be getting some shopping done, with Graduation only 3 months away. "Why don't I invite you and your friends for lunch on the patio?" he asked, "It's going to be a lonely afternoon, and I need to have some kind of activity here." She called up most of their classmates and arranged for a party up at his home that night.

While shopping, her friends in the Cheerleaders egged her to tell about his home- and she surprised them, telling them he lived in a 2 story mansion in her neighborhood. She told them of the study, that he had all sorts of books, of the guestrooms being filled with clothes that belonged to his parents, and of the breakfasts that he made in his kitchen. Her friends were all amazed that it was him that went home everyday after school in that Stretch Limo- and decided to give him a chance. 

Glenda was given the chair of the Senior Prom Committee, and she immediately suggested the Ballroom at Mike's estate. She saw the Prom as a way for him to host a large activity, and to get the classmates into his home. She took them up to his home, let them see the big room, and they decided to approach him with the idea. Of course, he would be paid for the use of the facility, but he said to pay for the catering for the event. 

But Glenda was coming to another decision. She was dating Robert Louis, one of the Football Players, and would be immediately ridiculed if she was found to be dating Mike. But just that night, she saw him with Janet Roberts, a Sr. Volleyball player who he was secretly dating. When she saw her kiss him on the lips, her mind was made up- and Mike would be the perfect person to do her revenge on him with. She stopped up at his home and found him in the gym working out. She walked up when he finished the workout he was doing and asked him, "Mike, can I tell you a secret- and could you tell NO ONE about it?" 

When he replied, "Yes, what is it?" She told him of the times she's seen him in the hall ways at school, being pushed around by the athletes and getting ridiculed by everyone in general. She also saw him dating and kissing one of the Volleyball players in the class, and when you put 2 and 2 together, his face was getting red with fury at him as well. "I tell you what," he said to her, "what say we put the squeeze on them by your refusing to go with him- and we appear at the Prom together." 

"I get it," she said, "I tell him that I'm going to stay at home with the books when he asks me to the Prom, but then you pick me up at home, drive me to your home and appear as a couple. He will get steamed when I appear with you- and we get to see it all." The laughter pealing through the halls was sound that they were cooking up a scheme worthy of revenge. 

Prom Week started with the usual things- and even Robert asking Glenda for the prom. But she stuck with their plan, and said that she was going to get some studying done for the History Exam coming the following Monday. When Friday rolled around, she didn't buy a Prom Dress, but drove home to start her "Studying". Mike's limo drove up, right on schedule, and he was making his way home. But they were going to make a detour- to Glenda's home. Meeting her parents, she quickly got her makeup together and got in his ride and drove to his home. 

In her Guestroom, they set to work creating the mood for the Revenge. His mother had a black Ballroom Gown, complete with hose and shoes for the outfit- so she selected it. She had brought a red Garter and she put it on. Black lingerie completed the outfit. They called in a professional hairdresser to do her hair up in sexy do for the night. Meanwhile, he went to the Master Bedroom and got out a Silver/White Tuxedo in the Shawl style and got prepared, after he checked on the preparations for the Prom. The band and Caterers arrived and set their arrangements out, and everything was in place for the 7pm. start time. People were arriving- even Robert was there with Janet. 

People immediately turned their attention to the top of the stairwell as Mike strolled out with Glenda on his arm. He made his statement, then opened the Prom. And while they were walking down- Robert was getting red under the collar of his tuxedo, and Janet was doing everything in her power to keep him from boiling over. Taking her over to a secure area, Robert said, "Glenda was saying that she was going to study at home- but she's here, and with the rich boy who dresses plain in school. But tonight, they don't look plain to me- she's stunning in the gown, and he's got me beaten in that Silver Tux. He will pay for taking my girl from me!" 

But Janet became a voice of reason for him- saying, "Why not let them be- I would have bet she saw us kiss that night a few weeks ago. Besides, would we have concocted the same scheme they did if I saw you kissing her- and I didn't know you was secretly dating her?" She was right- and he kissed her openly. 

When Graduation had come, Glenda was making some important decisions in her life. Mike had allowed her to expose her feelings, given her some important times of her life, and even allowed her to stay when she needed to. She was captivated by his charm, wit and compassion- and when she considered marrying an athlete or marrying a guy with a future, she took the guy with the future. 

Mike had found out that his parents were New Direct Distributors in an Amway Business, that insured his future. When he had told Glenda, she knew that he was a *People Person*- that made the decision easier. When she had expressed her love for the Abused Millionaire, he seriously knew that she was a caring individual. 

2 weeks prior to Graduation, Mike had already spent part of his fortune in an investment that would be for the rest of his life- a Diamond Engagement Ring. Asking her up to his home- he had a table set for 2 close to each other and Steak and Lobster prepared- she appeared in the same Black Ball Gown she wore to the Prom and he appeared in the same Silver Shawl Tuxedo. During dinner, he sat up and bent to one knee as he presented the Black Case to her. When she saw the ring inside, her words were, "I don't know what to say. This is the most beautiful gift you've given me." 

"Then give me an answer to this question," he started, "and you will be able to keep that for the rest of your life." He got up all the courage he could and finally asked her, "Will you be my bride?" This time, the lump in her throat was the hardest for her to swallow down. But when she did, she only had one thing to say- "Yes. I will be your bride." 

They stood up and went into the ballroom- and he put a song on that fit the time they were in: Arthur's Theme by Christopher Cross. They danced to that one song, their bodies hugging each other. Then, at the close of the song, their lips melted together into a tender kiss that sealed the pact they made to each other. 

When Glenda's father called up after Midnight, he said for her to stay that night in his care. Mike wanted her to spend the night in her room- but she surprised him by asking to sleep with him in the Master Bedroom. But before they retired to there, they searched the Wine Cellar for a bottle that would commemorate the occasion. Not being able to find anything, he found a bottle of Sparkling Cider in the pantry and finished dinner. 

She told Mike to take a shower and change into some pajamas while she did the same. When he got back into the living room, he found her in a black silk teddy and the same hose from Prom night. As she rose, their lips met in a kiss that was filled with passion. During the time she was in the shower, she planned a romantic evening- and they were not going to be deprived. She started with a romantic Movie from his collection. As they watched it she had her hand on his leg, gently caressing it. 

When she turned to him, he took her in a kiss, their tongues swirling together. At that moment, her pussy- clean shaven- was starting to wet fluid from them, a sign of her arousal. He then released and felt her pussy. She was horny- and she wanted him. 

Glenda then stood up and knelt down, removing Mike's pajama bottoms. She saw that his cock was getting hard and she started licking it, caressing it with her tongue. Feeling this new sensation made Mike start moaning for more. She then plunged her mouth over his prick, letting her tongue and lips stimulate him. 

She made him cum orally and swallowed every ounce of his love potion. He then tried his hand at oral sex- and brought out the best in her, making her scream for more. When she came for him, he swallowed every drop. But as they always say, the best is yet to come. 

Dale Speer was a friend of his that worked for his father as part owner of an Internet Development and Management business in Downtown Lewiston, where he made his money for him and his wife. At their commencement exercises, he spoke of integrity in life. Mike easily made Valedictorian to Glenda's Salutatorian. 

After they finished with the Graduation Party, Dale and Mike had a chat on relationships while the girls went shopping. Dale told him one thing that's made the relationship with Christina enriching- getting out and having a good time with their friends. 

When the ladies got back from shopping, a foursome broke out in the Master Bedroom- and Glenda told Mike an incredible secret- that she had a passion for him that she couldn't keep locked up inside herself. 

After their friends left, the 2 of them went all out- and he knew that she popped his cherry, but she had a cherry that needed popping. 

After bringing her to orgasm orally, he told her that he discovered a barrier over her pussy's main entrance. She knew that she took away his cherry orally, but he still hadn't had intercourse with her yet. As he brought her to orgasm again, she finally understood what he was saying to her- he could bring her to ecstasy orally, but she wanted to feel his cock inside her, wanted him to take her completely- and that included taking her virginity away from her. 

"I want to be yours," she told him in a raspy whisper, "I've pledged my lifetime to you- now, I want you to take me forever." He understood what she was saying- and replied, "You're asking me to take away your virginity. Are you sure you want this done?" When she replied in the positive, he positioned himself with his prick at her entrance- and pushed in with an incredible scream of both pain and passion. With unrestrained passion between them, he made her cum twice before cumming deep within. 

The idea for her to consider lesbian sex came up...... but that is another story. 

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've had a comment saying that this story had underage drinking in it. The edited text in the story is a replacement for that area. My thanks to the one who suggested it.



A Night of Passion



It was late, we'd just spent our first evening together, dinner, dancing, and a walk out under the stars. We finally get back to your place and pull into the drive-way. You come around and open the car door for me and give me your hand to help me up out of the car. We walk towards the door and you open it for me placing your hand on the small of my back guiding me in. Such a gentleman you are! I love it so much. 

I stand in the entrance as you lock up and sigh happily "That was such a wonderful evening Frank. Thank you so much! I'm so happy about being here with you. You're amazing."

You smile back at me and follow me into the living room where I stand with you behind me taking it all in, the wonderful night, the moonlight, and just being in your presence. Its almost too much, but its better than anything I've ever wanted. 

You wrap your arm around my waist as your hand slides up to my shoulder, your fingers sliding between my flesh and the strap of my dress as you start to kiss my neck. I lean my head to the right to give you better access and moan softly as you kiss me.

I turn around and smile back at you, staring deep into your eyes as my hand cups your face and we lean into eachother for a passionate warm kiss . We stay like this our bodies pressed against one another in a loving embrace until I break free and walk towards the bedroom. "I'm getting tired," I say as I turn slightly and wink back at you. I stop at the entrance to your bedroom and once again find your arm wrapped around my waist and you kissing my neck behind me. Your hand left hand is resting on my stomach as your right hand begins moving up to cup my breast.

You whisper into my ear, "Do you know how much you turned me on tonight?" and kiss my neck again. "You make me so hard darling." I moan as your fingers find my nipple and squeeze through the fabric of my dress and my bra.

You start to slide the hand on my stomach up my back and slowly starts to unzip my dress. Your fingers graze the flesh on my back as you pull the zipper down slowly. "Your skin is so soft Faye, so warm."

I turn my head and catch your lips on mine and we kiss passionately as you reach your hands caress my shoulders, pushing the straps down letting my dress slip off me and onto the floor. I turn and you embrace me and we kiss as you start to guide me into your bedroom. You urge me into the bedroom with your gentle guidence and finally my legs bump up against the bed, we stop moving back and kiss more, my hands begin to run all over your body.

You reach around my body and start to unclasp my bra as my hands are slowly unbuttoning your shirt. "Frank, I've been waiting so long for this!" You remain silent and I feel it , you've got all the clasps undone and move your hands up to my shoulder and begin rubbing them, not pulling the straps down yet. I can feel you throbbing against me as your body rubs up against mine.

Your hands move up to my face and caress my cheeks as i'm finished unbuttoning your shirt and I pull it down off of your arms. The shirt falls to the floor and I begin to run my hands over your chest, feeling your warm skin under my fingers. I move my hands down to the waist line of your pants as you kiss down my neck and to my chest. Before I am able to reach your button and zipper, you stop me and push me down onto the bed. I oblige and lay there looking up at you standing over me, I can see you hard in your pants wanting to get out. But you don't reach for your zipper, instead you sit down on the bed next to me and start to move my bra off my shoulders. "And I've been wanting to do this for so long," you say to me as you kiss the area my bra had just covered and continue sliding it off.

You slowly begin exposing my left breast and you can see the flesh, the pink nipple and want to take it in your mouth, but you resist the urge as you slowly continue to unwrap your gift. Finally you slide the bra off my right arm and throw it down onto the floor and you cup my breasts with your hands and squeeze them gently but firmly, looking into my eyes, so that I can see the lust they hold for me.

You slowly start to lower your head down still looking me in the eyes the entire time and you stick the tip of your tongue out and graze the tip of my nipple "Oh Frank, yes, baby! You know what I want you to do." I moan as the sensation runs through my body, letting you know you're welcome to continue and you suck my nipple into your mouth, sucking on it making me wetter than I've ever been.

I continue to moan and move under the touch of your tongue and the feel of your hands on my breast, and you stop, look at me, and then attack the other nipple with your loving tongue, sucking and squeezing my breast as you do. 

I finally have had too much and cry out your name as I cum for the first time. "Ohhhh Fraaaaaank, suck that nipple! I'm ohhhhhh, ohhh, I'm cumming for you!!!"

You continue to massage my breasts with your hands as you kiss me deeply and I come down from that amazing intense orgasm. 

It felt so good, and I wanted to repay you, and continue my pleasure as well. I sat up on the bed and told you to lay down. You did as you were told and I stradled your body and kissed you deeply, thanking you for that amazing orgasm. "Frank, you worked wonders on my breasts, you made me cum...now my love, its your turn." I kiss you again and begin kissing down your neck. My kisses move down over your chest, down your stomach, and finally I reach your waist, as you begin to moan. 

Your pants are still on and I can see you hard through your jeans, so I rub you through your pants "Baby, I think there's something that would like some attention from me now!" 

"Oh Faye, I want you to suck it!" You moan as I slowly begin to undo your belt and unzip your pants. I stood up and pulled your pants down off your legs until all that's left is you on that bed with your underwear on.

I move back up, kissing your calves and up your knees, caressing the inside of your thighs with kisses and massaging them with my hands, not wanting to let any part of you go untouched. I let my hand slip up into your underwear but not touching "you" yet.

"Ohhh yes Faye, that's it wrap your hand around my cock." I look up at you as you say this and wink back at you, "Not yet baby."

I pull your underwear off and slowly start to reveal the thing I've been craving this whole time. A part of you that I can't wait to get ahold of. Inch by inch, you're more exposed to my sight and my eyes grow large as a smile creeps onto my face. I look up at you with big wanting eyes as you say to me, "Go ahead, its all yours."

With this, I bite my lip slightly and lean down to you, your hips raise to meet my face, but I back off, still not wanting to touch you. I kiss up your thigh, right up to your cock, my mouth moves to the tip of your cock and I slightly stick my tongue out, about to lick, as you feel my hot breath on you, warm, wanting, and then it drifts away, and I begin to kiss my way down your thigh, creating an anticipation, a lust that drives you to the brink of insanity as you moan out "Ohhhh Faye, you're driving me crazy! MMMMMM!"

You buck your hips up at me as I kiss your inner thigh, the motion of your body and seeing your cock throbbing, it all tells me that you want to feel my lips wrapped around your cock, and I finally begin to oblige.

I once again position my mouth at the tip of your cock and look into your eyes and slowly begin to run my tongue around the head. Drawing a circle around your tip, flicking my tongue back and forth. I love how your cock tastes and I want more, SO much more! I lick my lips and look down at your cock in front of me and start sliding you over my wet lips and letting you glide onto my tongue.

I start to move my head up and down on your cock, slowly, massaging you with my tongue as my head moves. My hands still haven't touched your cock, but they're massaging your thighs, higher and higher, inching closer and closer to you. I take you out of my mouth and wrap my right hand around you as I begin to suck on your balls, massaging them with my mouth, pulling gently and enjoying every part of you.

My hand begins to slide up and down your slick cock and I move my mouth back up to your cock, cupping your balls in my hand and holding you at the base with my other and I let my mouth slide down onto you again, moaning around your cock as I'm enjoying how you feel, how you taste, how warm and hard you are in my mouth. My hands and mouth are working together now to rub your wonderful cock.

I stop and let your cock fall out of my mouth, kissing my way up your body and I passionately kiss you. You wrap your arms around me tightly as you roll me over onto my back, positioning yourself on top of me, kissing me, and I can feel you hard and throbbing against my leg, wanting more.

"You're amazing, you made my cock so hard, I want to cum for you Faye, I want you to cum for me again, to feel you squirt down my cock like you did so many times as we were talking online." 

With that said, you bring your hand up to my breast and begin to caress my nipple and then your hands move down my body, your kisses as well, you stand up and look down at me, wanting you. You move your fingers into the waist of my panties and slowly start to run your finger between the fabric and my flesh, causing me to squirm at your touch and you pull them down off of me, over my legs, lifting my right leg up as you kiss your way up my calf, over my thigh, and give my dripping wet pussy a quick lick. I almost cum from the sensation of your tongue against my clit and you continue to kiss your way up my body and my arms wrap around you bringing you as close to me as I can. "Faye, I think you want this. You're a little wet sweetheart."

"Frank, this is something that I will never forget, making love to you for the first time...being here with you, holding you, you're amazing and I have never been happier." You kiss me, and I can now feel you throbbing and hot between my legs. You whisper into my ear, "Guide me in Faye, show me how you want it," as your cock grazes my clit and I jump in ecstasy. I reach down with my right hand and wrap it around your cock, stroking it as we kiss, and look deep into your eyes as I push you up against my wet pussy and feel you slowly enter me. "Oohhhhhhhh, I moan so glad to finally feel it. "It feels even better than I'd imagined it Faye, mmmmm so wet, so warm."

Your thick cock finally inside me. I reach my arms around you as you continue to push yourself inside of me, every inch, you come out again pushing in more each time, driving me crazy, driving yourself crazy, both of us wanting it so badly. "Ooh fayyyyyyeeeeee!" You finally push yourself all the way in and stay there awhile, savoring my pussy, and letting me enjoy the feel of you deep inside me and your thickness, then finally you begin to move out of me again, our bodies moving in sync with one another. We finally begin to make love for the first time. 

My hips rise to meet your every thrust its slow at first and meaningful, every stroke I know you're mine, and with every thrust you are claiming me. You kiss me and look into my eyes as you begin to move a little faster and harder, "Ohhhh Frank, yes baby, that's it ohhhhhhh." Our bodies moving together, all of a sudden you roll over and now I'm on top of you, your cock still inside me, my breasts hanging in your face. All in one motion, its just how you wanted it and I begin to ride your cock as you take my nipple into your mouth and suck.

My pussy moves up and down your cock getting you in as deep as I can, my juices running down you and you move one of your hands to rub my clit as your mouth is working on my nipple. I start to moan and you can feel my pussy squeeze around you as I begin to have another orgasm. I cum, gushing over your cock "OOOOOOHHHHH Frannnnnk Ohhhh yes! I'm cumming baby, ohhhh!" 

I lean down and kiss you still riding your cock, slowly now, my breathing is heavy as I slightly collapse on your chest.

You are still thick and hard, throbbing inside my quivering pussy...

(To be continued)



A Night of Passion



Where do I begin this time? Hmmmm? I think this time you get me all dressed up and take me out to a uptown restaurant. We eat lobster and crab legs by candlelight. We are all dolled up. You in a suit and tie and I in a low cut black dress. (with thigh high stockings) Black Sexy Heels. A sexy black choker.... and on and on it goes. Imagine me sitting across from you just like on Flashdance. Imagine me sucking the butter off the lobster as I am longingly staring into your eyes. Got them FME's going on! As you watch me, the bulge in your crotch grows bigger. MMMMM! I slip my heel off of my foot and slip my foot onto your crotch. Oh what a feeling baby! You ask me "How's the Lobster?" I say "it sucks" As I slip it in and out of my mouth" Your bulge continues to grow as you watch what I am doing to the lobster. It is so romantic. Dressed up and looking sexy for each other! MMMMM! What a fantasy Baby!

We leave the restaurant and to our amazement we have to take the elevator to get to our car in the garage. As the elevator door closes we wink in agreement that this will be our newly found love nest. We are completely turned on before we even leave our table. My black panties are soaking wet. We passionately kiss each other pushing one another from one side of the elevator to another. We are passionately ripping our clothes off. You rip my bra down and suck my nipple in your mouth. Your tongue feels wonderful on my aroused flesh. We are so horny! So much passion wrapped up in two people! It is amazing! How much two people could possibly want each other. But, we want each other even more every time we are together. It could not get any better Baby! 

I kneel down in front of you yanking your zipper down and pulling your hard flesh outside of your boxers. MMMMM! Your hardness is so inviting! I cannot believe how much you want me! You are throbbing for my touch. I bend down and trace the head of organ with my tongue. Slipping it under the sensitive ridge. Sucking the whole length of you deep inside my mouth. You are moaning totally lost in pure pleasure. Thinking how it cannot get any better then this. I move more forcefully as your pleasure is ready to peak. Your moans of desire are cluing me in that you are ready to take me hard and fast. I pull up my dress and slip my wet panties to the side. I bend over and you thrust hard inside me. A moan of satisfaction wells up in me. We are lost are pure bliss. You are pounding me hard and fast! Our moans can be heard outside in the garage. We could care less! We are so lost in the moment for it to matter now! My body shudders as my orgasm explodes. I moan as wave after wave of pleasure hits me with each contraction of my orgasm. OMG! You are not far behind. You push me against the elevator door as you thrust into me hard! Your pleasure climbs higher than you ever thought possible. My insides grab you as I climax a second time. That is all it takes and a moan escapes your lips as you release your hot seed inside me. We slump over in pure ecstasy. Not wanting to move. Our bodies spent but enjoying the moment. We some how find the willpower to dress, clean up and exit the elevator. We walk to our vehicle arm in arm. We are giggling at the naughtiness of our actions. But, agreeing that we both thoroughly enjoyed it. There is nothing like the feeling of pure passion and being able to rip off your clothes and do it where the feeling first strikes you! 

We drive back to your condo and decide it is time for bed. We first take a shower and freshen up. We climb in bed and cuddle up to one another. Enjoying the silence and the sweet caresses. Your warm skin feel wonderful next to me! We are trying hard not to think of the morning and having to say goodbye yet again. But, we are happy. Knowing that we have found something special. Something that can help fill up the lonely times. Something to look forward to as our bond grows deeper



A Night of Passion



Prologue

My dear friends, I would like to relate to you a story of Passion and beauty. Its so surreal. Truth be told, I'm not even sure it actually happened... It might have been a dream– a glorious, heady dream, my friends. If you're interested in reading on, I must warn you: this story, a vivid blur, is etched into my mind for its might. If you are not of the Passionate and very open mind, you might take offence.

One

They sparkled.

I'll get back to them in but a moment, for you know not of where we were or what we were in the process of doing. We, that is me, Dorian, and my friends, that is Peter, Max and Carl, sat in our seats at the Victoria Concert Hall. We had gotten tickets to see the works of Tchaikovsky, in a presentation known as Poetry and Passion, under the direction of one Frederic Weissmann. The hall was very impressive, made more so by the fact that we had a box right next to the players, where I assumed the sound would be the most impressive (and knew the players would be clearly visible). The hall, filled with black and white suits, with the odd splash of colour here and there (such as a rose corsage, a bright tie and even the odd blue or green dress). But, my friends, while I went to the Victoria to envision beauty, I had not an idea of what form it would come in, or rather, I had the wrong idea.

They sparkled. Her eyes that is... I thank the heavens I was gifted with sharp eyesight; I could have easily missed them otherwise. Our eyes met at the same time. I knew it for a fact, because eyes don't glint quite the same when they look off. No. These eyes met mine.

"So do you think it'll be any good? I don't know this Tchaikoffskee fellow too well," asked Carl (he frequents not these artistic and emotive areas, but rather bars and cinemas and the like). "Dorian? Did you hear me?"

"Huh? What?" I said, startled, for I was taken away from my dreamy reverie.

"I asked if you thought that the umm, 'Poetry and Passion' would be any good," answered Carl.

"Oh. Uh, well it should be. I've heard good things about Weissmann and I know Tchaikovsky's music is good. So full of life and well, as the title puts it, Passion," I answered him.

The lights dimmed, for the concert was about to start. The hall fell quiet and the last of the players stopped practising and tuning their instruments. Out came Weissmann. He was a balding man, about fifty, but with an air that immediately, even from our distance, calmed and soothed. He was a man to be respected, one could see it, or perhaps feel it, right away. He had on a traditional black and white tuxedo with the most elegant violet pinned to his lapel. I wondered if he wore it out of symbolism, but before I could finish my thoughts, the crowed clapped for him and with such vigour that it near split our eardrums.

"Thank you ladies and gentleman," he said, in an effort to silence the roaring crowed, "Thank you, but if you keep on like this our ears will be in too poor a condition to appreciate the subtleties of the orchestra!" The crowd gave a little laugh to this and silenced for the dignified man.

And it was then that the orchestra started to play. They started off really light with Romance. I realized only now, for I had been drawn in by the conductor's charisma, that I forgot about that young lady, that delicate flower. I looked back to where she was sitting. She was still there. Oh she was the vision of heaven! Among all the dreary blacks and whites, she was dressed in the height of fashion, in a crimson red dress. It started on her shoulders, with thin straps that may or may not have gone down her back. In the front I could see that they went part of the way down her chest and stopped for silky fabric that covered the rest of her body in such perfection that it appeared to be a second skin all the way down to her hips. From there, I could see no more, for she was covered by the railing of her box. Her skin was a light colour, very white, but not so much as to appear pale or gaunt, but rather quite immaculate. I wanted a better look at her face, which I assumed had the same beauty as her dress and great, glorious, and glamourous hair (not as red as her dress, but equally attractive {long and curly}. Silky smooth, the dress and hair, I would imagine). I whispered to Peter, "Pete, did you bring those opera glasses?"

He looked at me, frowned for a moment, looked in his brief case and handed me the recovered item. "Thanks," I whispered, but I don't think he could hear me, him being too into the Poetry bit.

I looked through the binoculars. She wasn't there anymore. My heart sank. All I had was a mere glimpse of her and more emotion was evoked from my loss of her (if I may call is such) than by the entire concert (which was quite thrilling, Tchaikovsky being a favourite of mine)!

I tried to forget about her and enjoy the concert. I simply couldn't. Waltz of the flowers couldn't even take my mind off her. I thought to myself of how silly I was being. Love doesn't just happen like that! I was attracted to her beauty and no more. The male mind, being what it is, made me want to find her, but my reason told me otherwise. I should just stay here with my friends and enjoy this concert!

Even the 1812 Overture, my favourite song, couldn't tear my mind from her. She was like a bird in winter or an azure sky of deepest summer. I was so looking forward to this concert and now it was ruined!

The concert ended, with much applause, but I was not around to hear the extent of it. I left as soon as the last cannon belched fire, I couldn't take sitting there anymore. I handed Peter his oculars and left before he could ask me where I was off to. I think he assumed I sorely needed to go to the bathroom.

As I walked down the grand, burgundy-carpeted staircase, I heard a little noise, like a woman weeping. I stopped and listened for a moment. Nothing. I started off again, going down the stairs and about to enter the main hallway when there it was again. It was closer now and certainly a woman crying. "Hello?" I shouted, not too loud, "is everything alright? Anyone hurt?"

Still nothing. I decided to go to the bathrooms, before leaving, after all. As I came closer to the destination, the weeping got louder. It was someone in the woman's washroom. I knocked on the door. "Hello? Is everything alright in there?" But the weeping went on. I couldn't help myself, the curiosity burning within me, coupled with that inspiration known only to providence, led me to open the door.

And lo and behold! She stood there, alone. Her. Her! I was speechless for a moment. She looked up at me and remembered me as I had her. I could see it in her eyes.

"I-I--I" I stuttered, "I came to see what the problem was. A-are you alright?"

She sniffled a little. "No..." she said, really hoarse-like, "my dress ripped at the seam as I went down the stairs. There was a loose thread, apparently, and it got caught in my heels... Thank god there was no one around at the time."

"Oh my. Well uh..." I was at this point trying to think of something to say or do for her, but nothing came to mind right away. "How are you getting home? Did you come with anybody?" I asked, perhaps a bit too quickly.

"I don't know, I took a limo here and was supposed to meet a friend, but she called sick a few minutes later. You wouldn't have any safety pins or anything would you?"

"Uh no... but uh, you could uhh," I was still trying to think of something half intelligent to suggest, but her beauty distracted me, "you could wear my belt and uh, use my tie to wrap around your chest, so as to keep your dress whole until you can get home"

"Oh thank you!" she gave me a light kiss on the cheek. It was like an electric shock. A bolt of pink lightning. She jumped back a bit and said, "oh! I'm sorry... I uh, I don't even know your name. Who can I thank for this aid?" she asked really shyly (perhaps that was a farce).

"Dorian, Dorian Ray. And you are -?" she looked almost startled. "Uh I'm uh," she was even more shy and awkward than me (or pretended to be). I found it to be quite endearing, especially with her cheeks all puffed out from crying. Her makeup was still in prime condition, surprisingly enough. "I'm Julia, Julia O'Flaherty."

I smiled warmly at her. "It's a pleasure to meet you miss O'Flaherty."

"Oh, you can call me Juli-" it was at that moment that a large, older woman chose to enter the washrooms. Julia and I, being in our own world together, didn't hear the concert-goers leaving the hall. "What are you doing here young man!?" she shouted, "this is a ladies room! Get out of here! Shoo, shoo!" she nearly pushed me out the door, but didn't quite. Julia followed me.

"Thanks again," she said bashfully.

My mind was racing, I figured I'd offer her a ride, but I didn't know how to. The words couldn't come out. I needed this young woman. It may have been primal instinct or much more, I don't know, nor will ever know. She had my tie around her chest, just under her breasts and it served as a bit of a push up bra. She saw me looking at them and I blushed. "Sorry," I said.

She had collected herself by this point. "Oh its alright, after all, its your tie, you have the right to look." I didn't quite know how to take this, but decided not to look into it further.

"Would you-" something caught in my throat.

"Yes?" she asked, in a pretend innocence.

"Would you-" the same choke, but this time I forced on, "like me to drive you home?"

"Sure," and she gave me this really strange eye, either naughty or plotting (or both) I couldn't tell. "How do I know I can trust you not to take advantage of me? A petite little girl like me, in a car, alone, at night, with a strange and..." she took a pause here, looking at my arms, "muscular man... I don't know..." at this, she came right up next to me and sort of hooked arms, but with her other hand on my wrist. I smiled on the outside, and beamed on the inside. I don't believe in God, but its times like this when one must wonder.

We made our way to my car, a top of the line Chrysler Crossfire, and I opened her door for her.

"Thank you monsieur Ray," she said slyly, no doubt poking fun at me for calling her 'miss O'Flaherty.'

I got in the driver's side and put on my seatbelt, taking off my corsage (for it was in the belt's way) and put it on the dash. Julia took it and pinned it to her breast. I looked over as she put it on. "Still trying to catch a glimpse of my breasts, eh?" she said in a seductively sweet voice. I blushed and started to excuse myself, but she put her finger on my lips. "Shhh," she said, "now, lets get going."

"Well, where are you going? You haven't told me where you live." I said as I put the car in gear.

"Where I'm going and where I live are two different things," she said, then winked at me.

All I could muster was a dumb, "oh."

I started to drive home. I didn't know what to do. I'm not the kind of guy that picks up "strange" women. Even those that I know, I don't... well... bring them home after a first date. My mind went to areas it had never been before. It raced with ideas and predictions. Could I trust this girl, it recently made me wonder. And if I could would it be right to, well, let my libido out? What is love? What is sex? All these things are just labels. But she's such an amazing woman. I can sense that without needing anymore information than I already have. Was it just my hormones? Aw great, now I'm silent and she's just sitting there patiently. She's waiting for me to say something. What?

I was lost. I was drowning in the sea of love. Or was it the sea of Passion? Could it me both?

I made up my mind. I'd let Passion take me. What did it matter if we didn't know each other? Will society shun us? Will I consider my convictions weak? I don't know how things will go. But I know that what I'm doing is right, started off right and will end right.

It was her actually, that broke the silence, "I can't imagine what I would have done without you! You're my hero!" she made me feel quite good for a man who merely loaned his belt and tie to a woman that most guys would have donated all their clothes to, if she had wished it.

"It was my pleasure! I hate to see anyone in distress, but most especially when it's a stunning young lady such as yourself," I said, feeling a little silly.

We carried on, with some flattery and small talk, until we got to my house. I stopped the car and jumped out to get the door for the delicate blossom. She gave me a smile, Her cheeks were right back to normal, I suppose the smiling in the car helped in the recovery process. We went inside, after fumbling with the keys a little bit and me feeling the fool. I asked her if she'd like something to drink and she replied, "whatever you're having."

Two

So I brewed us up some coffee, me not being much of an alcohol drinker. We chatted a bit, and even though we had our great differences, there was so much about her that melted all those little imperfections away,

"So, you like Tchaikovsky?'I asked.

"Yes, the Passion in his music really moves me. I can feel it all through my body." she said this with a real low voice, "Passion is my favourite word you know," she kept talking quieter and quieter, "you know what I like about Passion?"

"No," I reply, "what?"

She mumbled something. I couldn't tell what so I leaned in closer and asked if she could repeat what she had said. And to my sizable and fortunate surprise, she lunged, if I may call it such, towards me in a magnificent and Passionate kiss. Oh my friends, it was like nothing I had ever felt before! I am far from a virgin, and had my first kiss at 13, but this kiss... even the girlfriends that I loved much, at one time, had not delivered such... well... Passion, in their kisses. It was never like this. 

She wrapped her legs around me and the chair I was on, sat in my lap and immobilized me. She had me right where she wanted, I'm sure. The beauteous one held my head with one hand and, with the other, started to unbutton my shirt. I was too taken aback by the kiss itself, the perfect fusion of tongue and lip, to do anything other than put my arms around her. Her cherry lips against mine, oh bliss! Oh joy! And then, my friends, came the finale, she sucked on my tongue ever so delicately, bit my lip tenderly and pulled her face away. I could see she was quite amused by the bewildered look on my face.

My mind came back online and I saw what I had to do. I stood up, for she had released the chair from her grip and, with her still on me, I walked over to my bedroom. I put her down on the bed. She looked in my eyes. That look. That look, I can never forget, be her a dream, an angel or another moral. 

I took off my shirt while she slipped off her dress and removed her heavy jewellery. I was about to disrobe fully when she pounced on me again. She was more like a lioness than a cat this time around. She was biting my neck and scratching at my back. I'm sorry to say that I was stunned once more and was not capable of much myself, but rather gave into her mastery of Passion. She was art! She was all that is, was and will be! I got my mind back again and decided to not let her do all the work. I started kissing her neck and giving a little bite, every other kiss. I sucked on her immaculate flesh every now and then. Whenever I found a spot that she particularly liked, she would give a soft moan. We kept on this way for- well I don't know how long... Time seemed to stop. It felt like hours-time seemed to slow. It seemed like seconds- time went by too fast. We were locked together, her legs wrapped around me, squeezing, enthralling and cutting off not my circulation, but my logic and reason. There was no room for those tonight. I thought logic and reason would have no room in my mind ever again.

Somehow, and don't ask me how, I knew when to pause for a brief moment, as did she. We looked into each other's eyes. She had these unique sky-blue eyes, unique, I say, for their brightness. We stared into each other's souls. I felt something inside me change. She had changed me. Parts of my logic and reason dissolved completely. I would never find them again. She is a creature of Passion (and influence) in the form of a luminous temptress. It seemed right, at this moment, to remove her bra. I did so, flawlessly, despite my nerves.

No words were spoken, my friends. Our minds (and bodies) became one. We didn't need words, words, my friends, became obsolete.

I taunted her. I didn't caress or otherwise touch her supple (yet well proportioned and perky) breasts. Instead, I started to kiss her neck and made my way down (she released me from those long, sleek {and I would soon find out, exceedingly smooth} legs). I started to kiss her legs all up and down. When I got to her inner thighs, oh my friends, she gasped! It seemed as if she had a hard time just breathing, from all the attention she was being given. I kissed her panties and, at this, it was clear she could stand it no longer. She hastily undid my pants and pulled them off, me still surprised by her strong will, incarnate in Passion and lust. In my underwear alone now (as her) and feeling quite shy (I retained some of my old insecurities, my friends), worried that, for whatever reason, she would not be pleased by what she found there.

She reached down, but before she could continue with any more disrobing, I grabbed her and held her to my bosom again, locked in Passionate kissing, but this time, with more exploring and wild urges. She bit and sucked my lips. I did the same for her. Neck kissing. And, now, no longer interested in teasing, I felt up her chest. It was just as I had imagined it, better even, for it was real (and, my friends, perfect).I rubbed her nipples softly, which made her convulse a little, being so eager. I rubbed a bit harder, matching the hardness of her nipples. She shivered. I licked them and sucked a bit, feeling not at all like an infant. During this time, her hands were not idle, my friends, oh no! They were quite busy. One was massaging my head and messing up my hair, while her other was currently engaged in pleasuring herself.

I thought it unfair that she should be doing this bit alone, so I abandoned her chest and licked my way down her. I removed her panties, at first with my teeth, but then giving up after a few failed attempts (which made her laugh really sweetly). She was, my friends, as pristine down there as anywhere else (now I know for certain that she is a natural red-head) her sickly-sweet smell served as an aphrodisiac (as if I needed one). I gave the lips (not the cherry ones, my friends) a kiss. I looked up at her. It was sort of funny to see her from this view. I could see her curves in a different light. Such a nice waistline, with the cutest bellybutton. Her breasts looked nicer than most from this view, as they were not too big and were indeed quite perky. I could see her looking down at me (not in any negative way, my friends). Her eyes twinkled. She let her head fall back and gave in to the pleasure she anticipated.

I started slow, licking up and down. She got wetter and moaned a little. I found her clit and before I could really do anything, her whole body pulsed. I licked and occasionally sucked (very lightly) on her clit, which enraptured the young lady. I went faster and faster, she squealed after a stronger suck than normal. She grew louder, and forced my head down on her (I don't think she wanted to do this exactly, but couldn't stop her muscles from contracting).I took this as a hint to slow down, not yet wanting it to be over. I had been feeling all up and down her body with my fingers during this, taking in her every curve and feature. My fingers had a new job now. She knew what I was thinking (perhaps we really were one). She sucked on my finger a bit and left it well lubricated. I slowly pushed it up her. She grew tense all over, then relaxed and submitted to the pleasure, the feeling. I hooked my finger a bit, searching for her G-spot, licking her all the while. A shiver! I found it for her loveliness! She couldn't help it anymore.




A Night of Passion



"Oh, my god!" she uttered, "oh... ungh." Enjoying it, she clearly was. I went faster and faster, my friends, her moaning (and occasional screeching) growing in intensity. She was dripping wet now. I was going to bring her all the way, but out of nowhere she grabs my head and pushes it up. I look at her inquisitively.

"I want you inside me!" she begs.

All insecurities and worries were gone now. I ripped off my underwear. Fully hard was I, and at full length. She looked at it and blushed. Yes! She blushed, my friends! But not for any reason that I had predicted.

"Oh my god! Its too big, it'll hurt!" she said, quietly.

I couldn't believe it! A weight was lifted from her. I opened my mouth to ask if she would prefer I not continue, but she cut me off, saying, "don't worry, I'm so wet from your... hard work, it shouldn't matter."

So I proceeded. Her face looked pained for a second, but relaxed. I thrusted slowly at first, sensing her discomfort, but soon she was comfortable. I had started off in the missionary position, and enjoyed the warmth of her inside, mixed with the odd kiss. She abruptly wrapped those platinum grapples of hers around me, twisted and pushed me down, so that she could be on top, riding me. She closed her eyes at this point. She moved like a belly dancer, injecting bliss into our beings. We were both sweaty and all tangled together. We were closer than one, we were all and nothing simultaneously. Passion! Pain! Pleasure! Delectation! Delight! And Dreams! It felt so good inside her, not like anything I had ever encountered before (she was tight and knew how to move).

We went on for a little longer. Now I was moaning, unable to hold it in. We were meshed together, all moans and ecstasy. A few more thrusts into her beautiful form... it was happening... I was coming to an end. I worried she wouldn't come and that I would ultimately fail, but then, suddenly-

"Ahhh!" She screamed! She leaned over now, kissing me, but still thrusting (she was one flexible lady). She sat up like a shot. Her body flexed. We were both coming now. We moved as fast as we could, the pain and pleasure coming together, Passion blazing. And just before I came, my friends, it was like I saw all that we had done together, starting with the first moment I saw her, up to now. It was like seeing your life flash before your eyes. We finished together. 

We smiled at each other and layed down in each other's arms. I wondered if it was love, or if I was just some guy to have a good time with. I wondered if I cared. It felt so good that it didn't matter.

Half an hour later, recuperating our energy, staring into the other's soul, we started talking a bit. She told me about her job, her goals, and even a bit about her childhood. I liked her. Maybe it really was love..

"Want to go again?" she asked, naughtily. 

I smiled inside, maybe it wasn't love. But it was fun.



A Night of Passion



3 weeks out on the road, making a living, there's got to be a better way then spend countless nights and days on the road meeting somewhat almost impossible deadlines. As I've done many times in the past, I call home and let the wife know that am less then 8hrs out and I'll be in her arms soon, and once again, we'll have a whole week to ourselves.

One of the many things that we long distance drivers hate is taking a frigging shower at truck stops and doing our laundry in washers and dryers used by every low life out on the road, esp. the Swift drivers! It use to be that JB Hunt was the talk of the road and when you watch a JB driver trying to back up, you'll know what we mean, it's like a circus out here. I was once parked at this truck stop down in a truck stop in Dallas, TX, and I saw this JB driver bobtailing, he was in the process of backing underneath a trailer and the king pin was too high and it went over the 5th wheel. Now, too some that might be fine but it's NOT the correct way to hook up to a trailer. Anyway, he thought he was hooked up to it and got out and hooked the air lines, cranked the landing gear up, he didn't even check if the 5th wheel handle was engaged. He disengaged the air brakes and proceeded forward and then made a tight turn, the trailer went one way and he went the other and the end result was a loaded trailed NOSED deep in the pavement, landing gear and all. I tell you, it's a circus out here. Homeward bound here I come!

I got to the front door and the door began opening and there she is, the love of my life with desires and dreams to fulfill of a hard working man's life. Now, my wife, Renee, is what is known as a BBW and that's mighty fine with me, I'll beat the living crap out of anyone that says she's chubby or god-forbid, fat! Anyway, she greeted me at the door with that beautiful smile of hers that could melt an iceberg, clothed in the Lavender sleeping robe I had bought her, I dropped my bags and held my arms out for her and finally, we snuggled like 2 old bears in a tight embrace. Knowing that the neighbors might be watching us, I slammed the front door closed with my foot without letting go of her.

Am fast forwarding here cause some of the details are boring and don't pertain to this story. Let's begin our second part in the bedroom after showering together.

As I sit on the edge of the bed, wrapped up in a soft towel, I have my wife sit on my lap facing me, she still has the robe on and shear panties, blue one's I might add. I open the front of the robe and slither my hands around her waist and begin to lightly tickle her back, which she loves and I hear her purring like a kitten. I lean forward and start leaving wet kisses from her chin to her ear lobes, suckling an ear lobe always drives her crazy. My cock begins to harden and she beings to wiggle around a little, grinding a little here and there. I can feel her wetness through the panties she's wearing and she whispers in my ear "You're driving me insane with that huge hard cock of yours, honey" and at that, I smile and ask her if she's Hot and Horney, she looks into my eyes and bites the tip of my nose and laughs a little and says "Out first night when your home is always filled with passion darling".

I bring my hands forward and slide the robe off her shoulders and let it fall, leaning down and forward, I grasp a nipple in my mouth and begin to lightly suckle and tease until it's hard. I move over to the other and do the same; she's literally soaking my cock in her juices which are flowing readily from her hot sexy pussy. I reach behind her and I let my fingers wander over her back and down to the crack of her sexy ass, tenderly, I spread the checks' of her ass and play with her asshole, which is wet and very hot. She grabs my head in her hands and French kisses me, at this I have her stand up and lay down on the bed with her ass close to the edge. I knell down between her legs and place her feet on my shoulders. I begin to leave wet kisses on the inside of her legs until I reach the crotch of her panties. I then open my mouth as wide as I can and place it over her pussy and as gentle as I can, I begin to suckle and drink her intoxicating essence. Her hands grasp my head and I can feel that she is trying to push me into her pussy as much as possible, with my teeth; I grasp the fabric of her panties and pull them outward until they snap forward again, and this action brings forth a moan unlike any I've heard before.

To be continued.....



A Night of Passion



She slipped into the bed beside him. Her sexy camisole felt soft & slippery against his skin. She felt his body mould to hers as she snuggled to spoon with him. He could tell she was just out of the shower, her skin still silky to the touch and her wet hair smelling of flowers. He could feel her pebble-like nipples when he put his arm around her chest.

After a little while, she rolled over, taking his face in her hands. Her lips wanted his and she kissed him long & lovingly. Electric!

He slowly lifted the cami top from her body and ran his hands along her soft skin. He suckled her nipples & kneaded her tits as if he was never gonna feel them again. He enjoyed them more than she enjoyed them being ravished.

He felt her hand reach down & touch between his legs & knew what she wanted & craved. She grasped him lightly and his cock jumped at her touch.

He was still suckling her nipples & massaging her breasts while she continued her slow stroking of his cock, but he groaned as her body slowly started it's downward motion & slipped through his touches. He was now feeling her kisses travel down his stomach and her mouth open to lick the now exposed head of his wanting, stiff cock. He let out a moan as she took him into her mouth, hand locked to the base.

She proceeded to play with his balls while she bobbed up & down on his shaft, alternating between quick, short slurps & excruciating long ones. He was in another world, enjoying her actions & watching a trail of spit attached to her mouth & his glistening cock.

She was bringing him to the point of no return & knew that he couldn't last much longer. His balls tightening & retreating up, he could feel the start of an orgasm building up inside of him.

"Mmmm," she hummed. She knew what was about to happen. Inside her head she was saying "Oh yes, darlin, feed me your hot, sticky, cum,".

His hips began to move, matching the motion of her lips, his release began. She just kept sucking & sucking while he came in what can only be compared to a volcano erupting. She felt his cum hit the back of her throat, the roof of her mouth, her tongue, everywhere in her willing mouth. She swallowed as much of him as she could, as fast as she could. He had so much cum built up that he came twice in her mouth, because of the constant non-stop sensations she was giving him.

She licked his cock clean of his remainig cum, squeezing every last drop out. He took her hand and pulled her up on the bed with him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her body close to his & kissed her tightly, tasting his cum & cock on her lips. "Baby girl, that was amazing," he whispered in her ear. "Now I want your pussy!"

He turned her over so she can lay on her back as he positioned her so that she resting comfortably on the bed. He kissed her belly & when the kisses got to her pubic bone, her legs opened wider for his accomodating kisses. He positioned himself at the footboard, laying between her legs. Both of his arms were now under her butt cheeks & resting on her belly for the time being.

Shortly, one hand covered her hairless mound while the other automatically went straight to her pussy lips. She closed her eyes and was enjoying the sensation of his hands on her. He now moved his lips & tongue to her pussy as it joined his fingers. He licked the delicate inside lips & plump outside lips of her pussy & of course, her sensitive clit. He now planted little kisses & licks all over, and she moaned accordingly. She also arched her back & grasped the bed sheets beside her, wanting much, much, more. He again spread her lips with his fingers. He moved his tongue deep inside of her reaching as far as his tongue can go into her well-lubed & eager pussy.

"Darlin," she said, "Keep going & don't stop, that feels so amazing!" Her actions were telling him that he was hitting all the right spots that she wanted & more importantly, needed hit. Moans & groans escaped her mouth, while her body writhed in utter ecstacy.

Inside his head was saying "Baby, I'm going make you cum like a fountain & drink up your sescaping juices. I love you & your fantastic pussy!' 

He sucked her clit into his mouth, feeling it in his mouth. He continued to suck and lick until he could feel her start to tremble beneath him. She reached her orgasm when he sucked her clit back into his mouth and dipped his fingers into her pussy. He couldn't believe how tight she felt on his fingers, her pussy held him in it's grasp as he sucked her clenched clit and finger-fucked her sideways.

"Oh yes, right there, right there" he heard as she rode his mouth & tongue to a mind-blowing orgasm. He quickly lapped at her with his tongue and sucked her cum into his mouth. She tasted salty-sweet & sexy. She began to come down from her orgasm but he still licked her folds, soft in & outs, up & downs. He could hear the sounds of her wetness as he now thrusted his fingers inside her. She came again seconds later, her pussy wrapping itself around his fingers, while he still licked.

She belted out "Where the hell did that orgasm come from?!"

He said, "I'm not sure honey, but you're fucking horny, aren't you!"

Then she said, "I must be. I needed that & it helps having the best pussy licker with me!"

He let her rest for a minute, while he stared & fingered her glistening pussy, spreading her juices around & licking his fingers.

Moments later, he rolled her over onto her belly.

"Where do you want my cock honey, he asked.

"Anywhere, just fuck me sweety'" she answered.

"I will," he said teasingly, as he moved his cock towards her. "Tell me where you want it"

"Fuck my pussy," she screamed, "put that hard cock of yours inside my pussy and fuck me. 

His cock eagerly & easily slipped into her pussy and he could still see her cum on her pussy lips as she swayed her hips back toward him.

He steadied himself by putting both hands on her hips and started to find a rhythm as his cock moved back & forth inside her tight pussy walls. It was only a matter of minutes before their bodies were both building up to a climax. As an added incentive, he reached around & tweaked & pulled on her nipples, her breasts also feeling the attached pulling. She now moved one hand towards her pussy lips & started stroking her clit for the extra pleasure. She even squeezed & pulled on his balls & rubbed them with her juices. That sensation really got him going.

He now went back to holding both of her hips tightly & started a faster rhythm. After a few more strokes, she mentioned that she was about to cum. "Harder! Faster! Keep going, keep going! Yes! Yes! Don't Stop, don't stop!" And with that, he shot his load deep inside her. The second his cum hit her insides, she came with a tremble & force she never felt before. She started to milk him & it felt as if her clenching was gonna tear his cock off. What a feeling, he thought, what a feeling indeed.

After this amazing episode, he kissed her mouth deeply and then laid his head on her back, cock still trapped inside of her and hugged her chest. She just collapsed under his weight & her other world sensations. She was like a new-born deer that couldn't stand on it's undeveloped legs.

"Rest a bit, honey, we have the rest of the night," he said. "I'm gonna do you again and again, & your ass is next." She just went "mmmm." And they both went still & fell asleep, with only their heartbeats making a sound.

When this night started, only she was wet. Now however, they were spent, content & both were wet while the room was now filled with the smell of sex & flowers. 

Some time later, he awoke and...



A Night of Passion



Her heart was racing, her breath long and deep making her breasts and swollen nipples rising up and down as she was placed softly against the silk sheets, never did she think this was going to happen to her but here she was completely naked, her body needing what is just above her. As she twists and arches her back and her fingers gently caressing her sweet spots she lets out a low growl of pleasure as she eyes up the masculine male above her watching his body and cock twitching for hunger. She wants him to devourer her, make her feel like she never has before. 

Slowly she spreads her legs exposing her sweet wetness that lay between her thighs. Moving her hand down to her core she watches as he watches her with the same hunger in his eyes as hers. He mouths to her to continue as the growl in his throat becomes louder. Nodding her head she slowly starts to trace her finger down her opening, feeling the warmth and wetness on instant she begins her journey of pleasure as her body twitches from her slow circular rubs of her clit. Her mouth opens slightly as she lets out her breaths of satisfaction. 

He watches as she slowly rubs herself, how he wants to touch it, to taste it, to be inside it; feeling the warmth, wetness and beautiful sweet taste between his lips and on his tongue. Only moments pass as he watches her almost reaching climax when he tells her to stop, as a grin appears on his face. She soon begins to rub slowly again when he kneels down in front of her, grabbing onto both legs and pulling her closer to the edge of the bed, her wet mound only inches away from him. Instead of jumping right into the sweet wetness that has a distinct smell of strawberries he starts to kiss her knee, thigh, then hip. Her low gasps letting him know that this was the right move, with his other hand he trails her opening feeling how wet she truly is. His cock twitches as he slides his fingers up and down the wet slit of her pussy. He watches her react to his touch as he slides a single finger deep inside her and then pulls out, only letting her get a taste of what's to come. She lets a quiet whimper out as he chuckles as he continues again but this time with two fingers, slowly sliding inside of her wetness. Another low growl comes from him as he moves his head to her mound, licking up and down as his fingers still penetrate her. 

Her hands firmly clenching the sheets as she lets her body lose control as he licks, and fingers her. Her moans much louder than before as he starts to suck at her clit, quiet slurping noises can be heard as he continues to pleasure her. As her back arches and her body grinding his face she screams to him that she doesn't want him to stop as she is close to climaxing. 

Raising his head he looks at her, watching her squirm and twitch as he hits her clit with his tongue over and over again. How wants to taste her cum on his lips, and tongue. His fingers start to penetrate faster as he feels her become moister between his fingers. He knows she's close so he continues to lick, and finger her. 

She sits up as he becomes more aggressive, letting her hand rest on his head as she pulls him closer into her wetness. Biting her lips she throws her head back and screams with delight, she's close she can feel the build-up between her thighs. She tries to say she's Cumming but it only comes out as another scream as she throws herself against the bed again. Her hips buck as she feels the juices spill out of her, but he's soon to gain control as he holds her thighs firmly as he drinks up her sweet nectar making sure not to miss a single drop. 

As she regains her normal breath she looks down at the irresistible male in front of her, giving a quick grin she sits up. 

As the beautiful woman sits up he is soon to grab onto her and kiss her passionate letting her taste the nectar that still resides in his mouth, as his tongue wrestles with hers. They kiss for what seems like hours she grabs onto his shoulders making him stand so that she can see how hard is cock still is. Without any hesitation he stands up revealing that his cock is still hard as it was before as it glistens with pre-cum. 

She looks up and sees the male looking down at her, biting her lip she looks back down at his hard shaft. Softly he places his hand on her head as to say that he wants it. Placing her hand on his hard shaft she starts to stroke slowly up and down feeling it throb and pulsate in her hand. As he feels her stroking him he twitches and lets out a moan. His hips start to rock back and forth with the motion of her strokes. 

With her hand still slowly stroking him she moves her mouth over his cock as she lets her tongue dance around the tip. Another moan soon resides as she twirls her tongue around his cock. She knows her wants more and she is more than willing to let him have the same feeling as he gave her. 

Moving her hand down so that it's now slowly massing his balls, she moves his cock deeper in her mouth as she tries to take it all. His body on habit thrusts making his cock fit nicely inside her mouth, his moans are now deeper as he swears underneath his breath. 

She looks up as his cock moves in and out of her mouth meeting his gaze with her own. Letting out a growl of satisfaction she starts to slide his cock faster in her mouth as her tongue swirls around it. Feeling his balls tighten in her grip she knows that he is close so she wastes no time as she sucks faster and harder. His body thrusting into her as she takes it all his moans harsh he tells her he's going to cum and he wants it in her mouth.

Nodding her head the best she can she sucks faster, as her hands release from his balls and now are tightly against the shaft of his cock as she strokes him while she sucks. 

Placing his hands on her shoulders he releases his own nectar into her mouth, he watches her as she tries to take it all but some seems to come from the sides of her mouth and dribble down her chin. As he gives her his last thrust he pulls himself out of her mouth still watching as him nectar drips onto her breasts. She is soon to clean up as he pulls himself out of her mouth, letting her tongue lick up the mess from the sides of her mouth. Her fingers trace his nectar that spilled on her breasts and to her mouth as she cleans the last bit of cum off her as he did for her.

Letting out a deep sigh he sits next to her, wrapping his arm around her. She leans her body into his she closes her eyes and smiles.



A Night of Passion and Lust



Once again an english story with the usual ask of not blaming me too much for the bad wording and spelling of my writing in a foreign language.

This is the continuation of “A creamy beach surprise”, where I (Carmen, 24 years old on holiday in Spain) had a surprising, hot creaming session and more on the beach with a much older (66) American lady. My friends finally came to the beach and so we had to break but promised to see at night in her rented beach house. So please, if you haven´t read it yet, read the first part first.

My friends were in a great mood, when they came down the beach. All three of them had found a lover for the night and they all had spent some hot nights. They were telling and exchanging their night time experiences in the typical “girls-only-round-manner” an I liked the story, just had to find some excuses for not finding a lover myself, as none of them knew that I was a lesbian.

They had not seen me, making love on the beach to Shelley. The day went by quickly and in the evening we made ready for going out. My three friends had made appointments with their holiday lovers. We hade a funny dinner, sitting outdoors and when I left the six of them, nobody really took notice, as they were quite engaged with themselves. I was sure that my friends would have a hot night again – but I was sure too, that my night would be even better.

I had been aroused almost all day, thinking of the lusty morning session with Shelley and even more of thinking of the night to come. I had dressed in a light summer dress of a very thin fabric – and I wore nothing beneath!

I was a bit nervous when I found the way to the house she had rent, just above the beach where we had met this morning. She was so much older than me and so much more experienced. The morning sex had been so wonderful, I just had to try her again, to touch her mature, feminine body again, to taste her juices again.

When I finally knocked on the door of the small house, I just heard her call:

“Is it you, Carmen? Come in and lock the door!”

I did as she said and followed her voice till I found the sleeping room. It open to a balcony, that was just beyond the cliffs. One could hear the sea rolling. The room was lit by a dozen of candles. Everything was romantic to the most. But I could not concentrate on the romantic atmosphere, my eyes were fixed to that gorgeous lady, that Shelly really was.

She was sitting on the bed, dressed in a short night-shirt only. Only one button just above her breasts was closed. It did not cover anything of her opened crotch. I swallowed and took time now to just take in that most sexy look of this adoring 66year-old woman. I have always liked the looks of some feminine, active mature woman that cared about their body, but Shelley was fascinating more than I had dreamed of. Her legs were opened a bit and I could see a glimmer of wetness on her cunt and the nipples of her breasts pressed through the fabric of the night-shirt. Her mature face showed a smile for me.

“I´m so happy that you really come to me, Carmen. I almost can´t believe!”

I didn´t not answer but pulled my thin dressed over my head. I stood in front of her completely naked with my nipples already hard.

“You are such a beauty, Carmen! Such a young beauty!” 

Her eyes were fixed to my firm body. I finally walked over to her and knelt before the bed. I took hold of her legs and drew her closer, till I knelt directly between her legs, her wet pussy just in front of my face.

I felt her softly stroking my hair. I planted some first shy kisses around her crotch, smelling her fabulous juices.

“Tell me, what you did after the beach, Shelley!” I finally said and my heart was pounding of excitement.

Shelley swallowed and then she said: 

“I went here and got my dildo and sat here thinking of you and fucking myself with my dildo. God, I wanted you so bad to be with me, it hurt. My body was moving in slow sensuous movements, wishing it was your tongue and fingers going into my pussy and ass. I would have come instantly if it had been you. I played with my nipples, pretending it was your lips nipping gently at them making them stand right up. I wet my fingers and ran them around the nipple, pretending it was your tongue making love to me. It was very erotic for me and when I did climax, I had juice all over me. I had a towel underneath me and it was nice and wet. I wish you could have enjoyed my nectar and then kissed me deeply with your tongue and shared my juices.”

I was becoming hot and wet hearing her softly spoken words, her hands caressing my hair, while I was kissing the hot insides of her legs.

“What would you have done if I had been with you?” I whispered asking her. 

“I would have gone down on you licking and nipping at your beautiful clit. I would have taken it in between my fingers and would have fondled it while my tongue explored down around your lips and darted it in and out of your beautiful sweet pussy. I would have entered you as far as my tongue would go, inserting one, two, three fingers to explore and satisfy your needs. I would have put my thumb in you ass while my tongue and fingers were in your pussy. You would have been riding them like you would ride a wild bull. You would have been throwing your body up and down riding me going into oblivion as you climaxed. I would have sucked your sweet juices as you came into my mouth. Then I would have come up to kiss you deeply, our tongues exchanging each others nectars. God, Carmen, I would love to fuck you with every thing that I have. You are something that I have dreamed of since I was very young, but didn't realize what it was that I was desiring. It is you. I adore everything about you.”

When I heard her speak these wonderful, sexy words I was dripping wet already – and I was licking along her juicy slit. Her last words were a moaning. I looked up to her for a short moment, seeing that she had taken off the night-shirt completely and that her hands were fondling her own mature but wonderful breasts. 

“I have never gotten so hot, just hearing somebody talk. Your words are so sexy and I will love you to do all to me, that you just said but before I will finish, what I couldn´t finish on the beach this morning!”

My face dove into her crotch and I kissed her, licked her, dug my tongue deep into that wet pussy, drank all her love nectar. I used my fingers to fuck her while I was licking and sucking her aroused clit. Shelley pressed my head between her legs. She was moaning loud of lust and passion and she came hard against my face in a furious orgasm, robbing her wet, juicy, mature sex wildly against my face, covering with her lust juices all over. I loved it to feel and smell her juices all over my face. When she had calmed down a bit I crawled up to her on the bed and we deeply French kissed and she started licking all her juices from my face. Our breasts were close to each other, I moved my firm, young breasts over her mature flesh, caressing her breasts with my nipples, letting our nipples touch and rob against each other; and I sill enjoyed this lady licking and kissing my face.

After a while Shelley finally rolled me over, so that now she was on top and then she started loving me as she said. She loved me with all the experience of her age, with all the passion of her desire for my younger body and with all the sexual lust of a woman. I was fucked to an incredible orgasm by her fingers, I came on her face, licking me and she made me cum by just sucking my nipples and playing with my breasts, using all her woman´s experience.

It was an orgy of passion and lust, a fight of young and old, the young using her wildness and the old using her passion and experience to be the better lover. It lasted for hours and I´m sure that Shelley won our competition of making the other come lightly. None of my girlfriends had made me come like this before.

It was almost four in the morning when we took a break. Shelley had opened a bottle of great sparkling wine and we stepped out on the balcony, standing their naked and looking down on the beach and sea. The only light was stars and moon. 

I stood behind Shelley, hugging her from behind, letting my fingers softly fondle her breasts, taking in the smell of her body and kissing her neck softly from time to time.

After a while Shelley asked me:

“I almost can´t believe that this night really happened, that a beautiful, young woman like you really spends the night with an old lady like me. What do you like on me, Carmen?”

“I love you being the passionate, experienced woman you are, your way of being mature and feminine. I love how you keep your body in shape, how young at heart you are and I will show you what else I love…”

I turned her around and pressed my body against hers. I was wet again between my legs when we French kissed. I started kissing down her body softly, kissing her breasts, her nipples, kissing her stomach and licking her navel. I kissed and licked her pubic hair, very tenderly kissed her sex and made my way further down her legs – first the left and then the right. Shelley was sighing with pleasure. After a while I turned her round and again started kissing down her body, her neck, her back and I came to her wonderful ass. I kissed her cheeks starting softly and getting more passionate with each kiss, moving to licks later on and letting my tongues glide between her cheeks finally. I liked down her ass, till I tasted her wet cunt and up again. My tongue found her anus.

“No,” she whispered softly but sighing.

I just went further caressing her butt hole with my lips and tongue until I felt her opening her legs more, leaning forward and pressing her ass to my face. I put one finger into her pussy, fucking her slowly and licking her anus until she came, her body shivering.

My head rested on her mature, soft breasts when we both fell asleep in her bed exhausted after this night of lust and passion. 

“There are three nights left,” I thought before I drifted into sleep.

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A Night of Passion and Lust



It was the night before tour started back and a lot of the guys were hanging out at Angelo's place for one last night together. The later it got, the more Angelo started to notice they were low on soda and some food. Devin, Kylie, Ryan, Allie, Josh and Chris had already left, but Ricky and Jessica were still there playing on the Xbox. Informing the couple he would be gone for about thirty minutes, he left and went to the local Wal-Mart.

Once the now former drummer for Motionless in White had got everything he figured they needed, he paid for everything and put in the trunk before driving back to his place. Little did he know Ricky had already passed out after teasing Jess, getting her completely worked up. This caused the raven haired beauty to just strip her clothes right in the middle of Angelo's living room and turn on porn, which she began to rub herself to.

As Angelo got to the house, the first thing he did was walk to the door and unlock it, however when he opened the door, Jess did not even hear him. Stepping inside, he was intrigued by the sight before him. Many times he had found himself thinking about Jessica late at night, wishing he was Ricky for just one night. The longer the male stood there, the more he found himself before quickly aroused. There was no doubt about it, he wanted to fuck Jess right here and now. Completely forgetting about the groceries in the car, he slipped his hand down his pants and gripped his erect penis and began to stroke it.

His moans soon alerted Jess that somebody else was there or at least awake. When she turned to look, Angelo was leaned against the wall with his eyes closed and his jeans around his ankles. Oddly enough, the naked woman soon found herself getting more aroused due to the fact somebody was watching her masturbate and getting themselves off in the process. The only time anything like this had been done for her was when Ricky felt like teasing her by making her watch him jerk off.

"Need some help, Ange?" She finally asked, biting her lower lip. As soon as her heard her voice, Angelo jerked out of his trance and realized that Jess had been watching him watch her.

"I... umm... sure, I could use a little help." There was no way he was about to pass up the chance to mess with her, not after he had many, many scenarios of he and her in his head. Before he knew it, Jess had crawled over to him very seductively before taking his boxers and slowly peeled them down his body, causing his hard cock to pop out right in front of her face.

"Oh my... I had no idea that you were packing..." Jess stated before palming him. Angelo was big, maybe a little bit bigger than Ricky, but he was no Devin. Soon, her soft hand began moving up and down his shaft with long, deliberate strokes. "I think this is going to be a very eventful night that neither of us will forget." With that, she slowly took him into her mouth, moving her hand down to the base and started to massage his balls with her other hand.

"Jess..." Angelo moaned softly before his hands found the back of her head while his eyes closed. This was the best feeling he could ever imagine. Her mouth on him was amazing and she was so skilled at this that it made the man not want this to ever end. "Oh my god, that feels so good." He groaned out while his hand pressed hard against the back of her head, forcing her further down his shaft to where she was deep throating him. She repeated this process several times before Angelo pulled her off him and grinned. Pulling her up off the ground, many thoughts of what to do next went through his mind, however he was much too aroused to do anything but the obvious.

Spinning her around, Angelo soon had her pinned against the wall and pushing his cock into her glistening pussy. As soon as he pushed in, Jess let out a loud cry of pleasure before wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Oh my god, Angelo, don't stop, please." Jess moaned out while he started to thrust into her. Unfortunately, he knew he wouldn't last too long tonight, but it would be enough to cause her at least one orgasm, two if he really pushed it. Wasting no time at all, the drummer started to pound on her nice, tight pussy hard, almost like he was trying to play the drums. Of course, to him it was like he was playing because her moans and cries were music to his ears. It was amazing how Ricky was able to sleep through this as loud as she was getting, but to be honest, neither of them cared at the moment. Angelo had waited a very long time for the chance to fuck Jessica and now that he had it, nothing was going to stop him. "Oh for Christ's sake, fuck me like the slut I am, Angelo!" Jess cried out, wanting to have her cunt abused in so many new ways.

"Fuck you like a slut? Oh no Jess, by the time I am done with you, you will be my whore." Angelo spoke roughly before kissing her hard. She wasted no time in kissing him back deeply, lacing her arms around his neck while he abused her pussy. The instant he shoved in deeper and started hitting the cervix, Jess broke the kiss and started to scream out his name as she soaked his throbbing cock with her cum. Feeling her release on his cock, the male looked at her sternly. "Did I tell you to cum yet? I do not believe I did."

Before Jess could reply, Angelo had placed his forearm against her chest near the throat, pinning her to the wall while he began to fuck her much more forcefully, causing her moans to turn into pure screams and cries of complete ecstasy. This was the most fun that he had had in quiet a long while, seeing as he never really kept a girlfriend for long and all the girls around town were more attracted to Devin and Ricky, because they were the pretty boys of the band. Deep in the pits of his stomach, Angelo felt his orgasm begin to build and he could tell it was going to be a big one.

The fact that she was being chocked had the raven haired beauty going crazy, her hair no longer looking presentable and her body was glistening with sweat. Her hands moved from around her current lover's neck and began to dig her nails into his back, ripping the back of his shirt so that she could get to the flesh. When enough was ripped away, she pulled her nails down his back, pushing them in until she felt his blood on her nails.

"Fuck yes, keep that up and I might just have to completely take you from Ricky." Angelo groaned out before shoving his entire dick inside of her. This caused her to scream loudly and Ricky started to move around, but remained asleep. It wasn't long before Jess started to feel her second orgasm starting to grow near.

"Angelo... please... fill me. I need to feel you cum in me." She pleaded, knowing that she would not last much longer.

"Not yet... I have one last place for us before that happens..." He spoke before pulling her off the wall and walked towards the kitchen with her still impaled on his cock. It was good that there was nothing on the kitchen counter, so he laid her back on it after kissing her again. Sliding her backwards a good bit, he climbed up on top of her while hooking her legs up in his arms and began to thrust into her harder. As soon as he started to hit her clit, it was all over as she instantly let her second orgasm take control of her body and just soaked his cock that much more with a loud cry. When her felt her second orgasm hit, Angelo began to go into over drive with his thrusting, causing her to moan louder until he himself let out a loud, drawn out moan and soon let out eight streams of cum inside of her.

"That... was the best I have ever had, Angelo." Jessica said, completely out of breathe.

"Best you've ever had? How nice..." Came another voice and they looked up to see Ricky standing in the doorway to the kitchen, just looking at them with Angelo still inside her.



A Night of Passion and Punishment



His tongue is in her pussy, so warm, so soft. her hands are in His hair. He teases her and won't let her cum, no matter how much she begs. Just when she gets to the edge and asks Him to please let her cum, He looks at her and smiles. 

Then He whispers, "No."

He laughs as she starts to make the noise He so loves to hear, almost a cry, a plea, a beg.

It's not a real laugh, it's the laugh she loves to hear, it turns her on more and more. When she hears it, she feels like she could explode. His tongue finds her pussy again and this time, there's no stopping her. she cums and she cums hard and loud. she knows she will be punished, but that makes it all the more better. He stops and looks at her through narrow eyes,

"you little slut" He says, with a rough voice.

she begins to shiver from the excitement of knowing that she will soon be punished.

"I told you the you could not cum, but you did anyway." He sits up and runs His fingers through His hair,

"What am I going to do with you?"

"i am sorry Master." she chokes out, she cannot breath, let alone speak.

her orgasm has taken everything out of her and now He knows what she wants the most.

"What happens when you do not obey Me, little one?" He asks.

she stammers out the answer, "i-i-get punished." 

"That's right, My sweet. Now, what do you suppose I do?"

"It-it's not up to me, Master." All of this waiting is making her crazy. And He knows it.

He gets up and go to the closet, she watches as He gets two of His longest silk ties and returns to her. He then looks into the drawer on her side of their big king size bed. He gets the blindfold she so loves. He sits on the bed beside her and strokes her hair back from her eyes. 

"Sweet pet, I hate to punish you, but you must learn." His voice catches as He holds back His passion, she can see it in His eyes. 

"Now, get up and walk to the end of the bed."

she does as He says. On shaky legs she stumbles to the end of their king size bed and waits for further instructions. she watched as He walks towards her slowly, taking His time, knowing what it is doing to her. The wait is more erotic than the act, in their opinion.

she watches as He takes her arms in His big hands and strokes them for a moment before looking into her eyes. she sees wave after wave of love and desire He has for her and only her. she sees excitement, knowing that He craves this as much as she does. 

"Turn around sweet angel."

she does as she's told, she turns and feels Him as He takes her hands and pulls then forward. He ties her to the bed posts and covers her eyes. 

she feels His roughened hands turn to silk as they caress her bound arms and trail down her naked back. He reaches her ass cheeks and soothes them.

He leans down to her ear and she feels His warm breath and she hears His heartbeat. He loves her so much.

"Angel, do you know why you are being punished?" His voice trembles, though He tries not to let it show.

she has no fear of letting her own shaky voice show, 

"Y-yes, Sir".

"Tell, Me."

"B-be-because i-i-came.." she has no choice but to take a breath, "because i-i c-came when You, Master, told me...n-not...t-t-to."

"That's right, pet."

His hand, still caressing her ass cheeks, stopped, she stiffens, waiting for the first blow that will send her into another orgasm, she waited.

she waited some more.

Then, she feels it. It stings, it hurts, it is incredible. she sees stars and she feels the earth move. her pussy throbs. The other cheek gets the same attention. her pussy feels the same reaction.

With each strike to her ass, her urge to cum gets stronger and stronger.she moans out, He waits, probably checking to make sure she is ok. He loves her so much. 

He can tell that she is fine, a little too fine. He gently grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her head back slowly, as not to hurt her and whispers, 

"you want to cum again, don't you My dear?"

Once again, she can't speak, she tries to nod yes, but He has her head firmly in His grasp, never, not once does He hurt her.

"Don't you!" His voice, though He never raises it, is a bit sharper a bit more harsh.

"Y-y-yes, S-Sir" she finally manages.

He leans in and kisses her on her cheek. His tongue grazes her neck and she loses all thoughts of what she is about to do.

"Please!" she screams out in agony. "Please, Master, please?"

Feeling that she can no longer hold it, He gives her permission.

"Yes, baby, cum all over yourself."

she explodes. her legs gives out and He grabs her and holds her up until she can get back down to earth. But He is not helping the situation.

"It feels good, doesn't it, precious? To cum so hard you almost faint?"

she can barely hear Him, but His voice is driving her mad. The longer He speaks, the longer her orgasm rocks her. she has never expericed anything like this before, until she met Him.

Finally, she starts to come down. Slowly, He sets her upright and unties her hands. He turns her around to face Him. He removes the blindfold and all she can see is His heart. He loves her so much.

He kisses her softly, stroking her hair and her face, His tongue working it's magic on her. she is safe in His arms, she loved and she is free to love. And she does love Him so.

Laying her back down on the bed, He enters her gently and tenderly, speaking to her heart. As His big cock enters her, she is once again soaring among the clouds. she feels the heat of His member and feels it throbbing inside her. He starts slowly, then when she starts to beg Him to go faster, He moves inside her like a bolt of lightning. His cum heavy balls slapping against her makes her very aware that He intends to hold Himself back, just to give her more pleasure. she squeezes her cunt muscles tight and thrust up, taking Him deeper inside of her. 

"Oh, God! What you do to Me" she hears Him yell.

"Master, my Master, i love You so!"

With that, He cums. He cums hard and deep inside of her. she feels His cock spasm and throb, she feels His white-hot cum shoot inside of her and she feels His muscles as He grabs her to hold her close. 

"May i?" she screams.

Although barely audible, she hears Him gives her permission and she cums with Him.

Together, they are one. Body and soul. Life and love. Two sides of the same coin.

Later, after they catch their breaths and their heartbeats slow, she looks at Him. He is her Master, her lover, her best friend. But most important, He is the other half of her. He makes her complete. He makes her whole and she loves Him so.