1 comments/ 29192 views/ 2 favorites Drowning By: Surrenders2you On stomach, arms and legs wide, tied to the four corners of the bed. Head lifted by hair, ball gag inserted in mouth,and buckled in back of neck. He is kneeling between my spread legs, looking at me, at my ass. He gently taps my tight hole with one finger, knowing it embarrasses me deeply and makes me squirm. He pulls my cheeks apart with his thumbs, exposing my ass. I've asked him why he does this. He says it is because he likes to see it. Simple enough. But today, with the gag between my lips, I say nothing. I can only moan and wiggle under his scrutiny. He likes this ball gag much more than I imagined he would. He takes something from his bag, and kneels back on the bed. He is pinching little bits of skin on my ass, and clipping them with clothespins. The sensation sinks in slowly. By the time he puts on about the tenth one, the first ones are starting to really dig in. When he is finished, he squeezes my ass from underneath, near the crease, kneading my cheeks in an upward motion. The pinch of the clips is exquisite. One pops off, and I jump and wiggle. He pushes my head into the pillow and tells me to hold still. Next he clips the tender folds of my labia, two or three on each side. He struggles to grab hold, as I am dripping wet. I am breathless. He adds a couple to my inner thighs. I cannot hold still. The feeling is not pain, really. More just intense sensation. He takes something else from his bag that I cannot see, and I feel the snap against the skin of my ass. He works over my ass, across my thighs, and up my back. I catch a glimpse of rope. He is whipping me with rope. It is not hard, but adds to the intensity of the clips. Again, something from the bag. I hear it before I feel it...a vibrator that we bought a few weeks ago. He places it just at the opening of my pussy, only pushing it inside far enough to keep it in place. I am practically humping the bed by now, wanting it inside of me. He spanks the sides of my ass, where there are no clips, and tells me I am greedy - that I only want to fuck. He takes the vibe and slides it up and down my crack, from pussy to ass. He asks if I want to get fucked. I shake my head yes, and as far as my limited movement will allow, lift my ass off the bed, in offering. He plunges the vibe inside of me and pulls it out. Is that what you wanted, he asks. I wiggle my ass at him, silently asking for more. With his hand he spreads my juices all over and again plunges the vibe inside, this time holding it very deep. It is almost painfully deep, but it is a good hurt. After a moment he lets go of it, and it slips out a tiny bit, relieving the pain of the deep penetration, but does not come out all the way. He grasps my lifted hips and smearing his precum over the head of his cock, presses his cock against my ass. I am sure he means to fuck my pussy, and I wiggle my ass, making the vibe slide out almost all the way. Still, he pushes his cock against my ass. I start to whimper, hoping to god he is not going to try to penetrate me without lube. I start to shake my head, mumbling unintelligible sounds, and moving my ass to try to avoid the penetration. He pushes my head into the pillow and again tells me to hold still and be quiet. Then, without gentleness, without lube, he slides the head of his cock over my pussy for it's only lubrication and pushes inside my ass. I am screaming behind my gag, tears coming to my eyes. Mercifully, he stops with just the head in. He holds there, and spanks my ass a few times. I feel his cock throbbing inside of me. That is my undoing. Involuntarily, I lift my ass to him, and he slowly pushes in, inch by inch, until I feel his balls against my pussy. Even while my ass is burning, I marvel at his ability to do this. My man, so gentle in every way... That he can (and does) still surprise me brings me to tears, as he holds his cock deep inside of me. He grabs my hair, pulling my head back with one hand, while pulling the clothespins off, one by one, with the other. All this time, he holds his cock perfectly still inside of me. But he is breathing very fast, and I know he is struggling for control. The release of the pins makes me jump and wriggle underneath him, and I feel his cock throb inside of me. He lets out a groan...this animal sound...that goes straight to my cunt. I feel my ass twitch around his cock, and know that I am going to cum. He feels my ass gripping his cock and lets out a loud growl, quickly pulling out of me. He does not want to cum yet...and does not want ME to cum. With the pins removed, he unties me and frees me. He gets on the bed and lies down on his back. He tells me to sit on his cock. I tell him that I will cum if I do. He pulls me on his lap and positions me over his cock and pushes me down on him. I try to ride him, but lifts me by my hips and pulls me off. His cock is coated with my juices, and I am shaking, I am so desperate to cum. He tells me to lick my juices from his cock, which I do. While I am sucking and licking the head, he winds his hands in my hair and pushes my head down on him... something he seldom does, but that I LOVE. He pushes me further, until I gag, then pushes a little more. My saliva coats his cock and I start jacking him while sucking him. He will not have it...says to use my mouth only. He pushes me down again, and I concentrate on relaxing and opening my throat. I gag again as I feel the head of his cock penetrate the tight ring of my throat. He holds me there,pulling down slightly on my hair, until I can no longer breathe, then lets me up. I take one gulping breath and he pushes me down again. My eyes are tearing, my nose is running, and I feel both his hands on the back of my head. That is as much as I can take...I start to cum and as I do, he lifts his hips, while at the same time pushing down on my head. I feel his cock slip into my throat more deeply than ever before, and then he is cumming, too. I panic when I realize he is cumming, and try to pull off, but he just holds me there, pumping his cum into me. I am afraid with my head down like this that it will come out my nose! My ears are ringing, my eyes feel like they are bulging, and I know I must breathe soon. As he is cumming, he is pumping into me, holding my head, thrusting into my throat with each spurt. It is so raw, it is so dirty, it is so PERFECT, that I cum again, knowing, but not even caring, that I am on the verge of losing consciousness. I cum hard, and my head begins to swim. The sound in my ears is like the roar of the ocean at first; then only quiet, as if I am being pulled under. I am drowning, but I am so warm and relaxed that I don't even care. Slowly, I re-emerge, my body tingling, my mind reeling. I could not be more in love than I am at this moment. Drowning in Hazel Eyes A cold wind whipped Trevor's midnight blue robe around his body, tugging at his black hair. He pulled up the hood, his long, pointed elf ears slipping easily through the slits on either side. Three large shadows fell over the ground, blocking out what little sunlight had filtered through the clouds. Trevor glanced upward. A trio of dragons, the color of stoked coals, were fighting against their hulking bodies to gain altitude. It wouldn't be long before the army reserves would be mobilized to follow them towards the front lines. The distant sound of fighting was drowned out almost completely by the chaotic bustle of the temporary camp. Trevor hastened his pace. He needed to see Adriana before she left for the palace. Images and sensations from the night before flared to life in his mind's eye. Tongues sparring, bodies writhing, hot sweat glistening in the candlelight. A molten ball of expectation burst to life inside of him as he rounded a fire spit and finally reached the back flap of her oversized tent. Trevor glanced around to be sure no one was looking and then ducked inside. It smelled like lavender and fresh rose cuttings. He breathed in deep and then exhaled slowly. She was sitting, alone, facing a mirror. The reflection of her gaze darted over him, ravaging him with their hazel depths. "Knight," she greeted him evenly, turning in her seat. He bowed at the waist. "My Queen." Adriana's ebony skin had patches of purest white around her full pink lips and delicate wrists. He wanted to kiss them - to tell her with touches and whispers how much he wanted her to stay. "I leave within the hour," she said, "and I want you to come with me." For a moment Trevor didn't move, not even to breathe, then he bowed again. "I'm sorry, my Queen. My place is here, doing my part to protect the kingdom." The silent 'to protect you' was hidden between his words. She looked away, biting her lower lip. He swallowed hard. "The dragons have already gone," he said to fill the air. "I know," she replied softly. They spent a moment in awkward quiet, wanting to say so much, but not finding the words. The muffled cry of soldiers and animals was sharp to their sensitive hearing. Trevor found his gaze focused longingly onto the Queen's pointed ears. He had nipped at them playfully the night before and her moan of pleasure had been enough to take him to the edge. The fire in his belly returned. Trevor had to look away to keep from getting hard. "My Queen, I must go soon. To the front line." They both knew it was a kind of goodbye. He couldn't voice the one thing he had no right to want - her, in his arms, once again. The woman stood and turned away from him, folding her hands together over the waist of her flowing white dress. "I could make it an order." Her voice trembled. "I won't lose you, too." The last words were said so softly, Trevor almost didn't hear them. "Too?" Trevor heard himself question. Turning to face him, the Queen's eyebrows drew together in sorrow. "You remind me of him so much. Your eyes, your passion. . ." her voice trailed off and tears wet her lashes. It hit him like a thunderbolt and, for a moment, Trevor thought he might never be able to move again. Suddenly he understood why a lowly knight had been invited into the Queen's bedchamber. "You're...her?" he asked in stunned disbelief. "Cylar's mysterious lover." Trevor found himself suddenly on the ground, his legs crumpled under him, robe spread in a semi-circle twilight pool. Whatever romantic thoughts he had harbored mere minutes before were drowned out by the intense feeling of betrayal coursing through him. He didn't look up when the Queen approached. She had used him. A hand touched his cheek and he flinched away. "Don't," he said. "I know what you must be thinking, but last night wasn't about Cylar. My feelings for you are real, I promise." There were tears in her voice. Anger seethed through him. Even from beyond the grave, Cylar, his golden-boy older brother, was ruining everything. Trevor's hands formed into fists. The touch on his cheek disappeared, leaving him cold. "At first, I called for you because of Cylar. I was curious, but once I got to know you. Once we'd -" Adriana broke off abruptly with a breathless sob. "I never meant for you to find out." "Is that why you offered to take me to the palace with you? So you could have a replacement," he choked out the word. Instead of answering, the Queen took his face in her hands and forced him to look upward. He watched her perfect red lips make excuses that he couldn't hear. Jealousy seized him in that moment and he brushed her hands aside; leaning forward Trevor kissed her hard on the mouth, focusing all his frustration into that single movement. She froze for a moment and then kissed him back, her tears salty on his tongue. Trevor needed her to feel him, to think only of him. He would erase the very memory of Cylar from her mind. They sank to the thick carpeted floor. Trevor rolled on top of her, pinning her arms above her head, deepening the kiss further. She moaned, her chest heaving under him. He left a trail of kisses from Adriana's mouth to her neck, sucking and teasing the skin between his teeth. "Yes - Oh, yes!" she exhaled between smoky sighs. The Queen moaned deep in her throat. Trevor felt himself harden against her inner thigh. In response, her hips writhed under him. He released her arms and they wrapped around his neck, drawing Trevor back to her mouth. "Too – mhmm – many clothes," she said, desperation coloring her words. Their limbs and bodies tangled together as they rid themselves of the restrictive layers. Naked, Trevor admired her stunning dark skin with its patches of milky white. He kissed the ragged white splash of skin starting at her navel and ending just above her black pubic bush. Moaning, her hands pushed him lower and he nuzzled, licking her wet clitoris. Adriana gasped in response, her back arching off the floor. Trevor turned his head to the side and nipped at her inner thigh, leaving a red mark. He rubbed her clit and began kissing and sucking a spot on her lower stomach. "Please. Faster." Her breathless words gave way to a soft wail of pleasure. "Yes." She shuddered, her groin twitching through an orgasm. "Yes!" Unable to hold back any longer, Trevor moved up Adriana's body and settled his cock between her legs. They rocked against one another, kissing, caressing, holding. It wasn't long before Trevor felt himself growing slick with pre-cum. He licked one of her nipples, teasing it erect. "I want you inside of me," the Queen ordered through kiss-swollen lips. The knight buried his head between her breasts. Penis throbbing, he was too close to ejaculation and to come inside of her was not an option. She raised her legs, wrapping them around him, her eyes pleading with him. "Trevor." It was the first time she had ever said his name. Stunned, the knight let her hand guide him until he was inside of her – slipping easily into the wet warmth. Trevor's head fell back and he groaned. Waves of pleasure built within him as he thrust into the Queen. She was squirming under him, her mouth open in voiceless ecstasy. Her fingernails left red marks down his thighs. They kissed, swallowing each others moans. "I'm going to-" Trevor's warning was cut off as he pulled out of her, sitting up. The knight stroked himself with quick flicks of his wrist. His abdominal muscles tightened, penis jerking in his hand. Cum spurted across Adriana's breasts and face. The rush of endorphins left Trevor's ears buzzing. Adriana pulled him down and they lay side by side. Gently, she caressed his cock, fingering his balls. Spent, sated, and flushed with afterglow, they fondled one another, exploring every inch of skin with lazy curiosity. "I meant it, you know," the Queen said finally. "My feelings for you are real. I. . .I think I've fallen in love with you." His earlier feelings of betrayal eased, Trevor cupped her chin in his hands and gave her a chaste peck on the cheek. Her hazel gaze held no hint of deceit. Whatever doubts he had harbored about her intentions, Trevor no longer carried them in his heart. "And I love you, my Queen." Drowning in Las Vegas She let out a loud involuntary gasp, her mouth as wide as it could stretch and air rushed into her aching lungs. I'd noticed her standing with her friend at a dispense bar on the terraces of the Las Vegas Sam Boyd sports stadium. My first time in Vegas I was starting to realise that pretty girls tend to come with a price tag. There is nothing wrong with that and I was having a blast anyway but hey, it's just not my thing and I figured she had one too. She looked great though in hot pants and pigtails, blending into the Vegas scenery and living the stereotype unashamedly. As I took a seat in the half empty stadium she sat next to me, taking me by surprise, I hadn't seen her coming. "So when were you planning on coming over to talk to me?" she said with an air of entitlement, like I was obliged to in some way. I don't mind forward women, I like that they know what they want and they own it. A lot of guys, especially 'dominant' guys aren't comfortable with it but it's never bothered me and she had a way about her that told me she was at ease with herself without actually feeling as entitled as she was pretending to be. "I wasn't but since you're here now let's hear all about you" I replied and as we sat and watched the worlds most boring game I found her charming and witty. I pick my moments and decided this was one for charm and wit myself so I put on my best mask as the banter flowed and we powered through a few nasty American lite beers (seriously, what is that shit?) All the time though I was turning over in the back of my head the scenarios appropriate for my new self appointed fuck buddy. As I left with my friends (yes I have some,) her number in my phone and a classic vanilla promise of some drinks on the strip later that night I thought about her, who she was and her sexual experiences to date. I didn't ask but I'm guessing she was 26 years old. I'm guessing she'd been to university and being a confident and attractive young lady she'd probably had a string of boyfriends and the odd one night stand here and there. She didn't live in Vegas so on this sisters holiday she'd decided to get herself some strange and had adopted a sexually aggressive persona to match complete with a vocabulary full of innuendo and connotations. It didn't fit though, it wasn't her and I could tell. I bet myself that her previous experiences had been very polite and respectful encounters with lots of gentle caressing and apologetic fucking. In her mind that is the way a charming gentleman, like the one she just met at the game would always behave. Time to change things up on the cheerleader I thought as I sent her a message that read "Be at the Bellagio fountain 7pm. Wear a dress or skirt and heals that show your ankles." "WTF? Seriously?" was the reply I ignored until an hour later another read "Ok man, you're unusual aren't you? I'll see you there." As I waited for her to arrive predictably late I planned the conflict that I wanted to create in her mind, not because I'm some sort of an asshole but because I wanted to deliver her an experience she'd never forget and I love nothing more than showing those that feel like they are sexually experienced a whole new side of themselves. I wanted her to start questioning who she was talking to at any given moment and whether she should be looking for the door or handing me her room key. As she approached, a knee length tight black dress cascading off her shoulders I marvelled at a woman's ability to tailor her appearance to the circumstances. While she looked fun and flirtatious at the game she now looked elegant and cultured. I hailed a cab and without asking I opened the door and ushered her in. "Where are we" she said as I closed the door behind her, not letting her finish. In the car the jokes and the revelry was back and she seemed at ease. Her sister had gone to meet up with my friends and she made me promise we'd hook up with them later. As the cab pulled up at my hotel she asked again "so what are we doing here?" Taking off the mask just for one instant I looked directly into her blue eyes and said "This is where I'm going to fuck you." The shock that spread across her face like a shattering mirror was palpable as I paused for a moment to ensure she knew I'd seen it, then stepped out of the car and walked to her door. She stepped gingerly out taking my hand with a degree of uncertainty as she did. "Erm, listen although you seem really nice and all, I thought we were meeting to have a drink not to fuck," she said looking down at the floor. All the confidence and bravado seemed to have gone and I was a little disappointed as I was hoping it would be more difficult to put her off balance. "You thought wrong" I said as I turn and walked into the lobby. I didn't know if she was going to follow. I have to admit that I would have been disappointed if she didn't as I was really curious to find out what this girl was about but I'd made the mistake of not being myself before and I'd always regretted it. She either followed me into that lobby or it was best that she went home alone. I stood and watched her staring into the neon of the strip desperately trying to understand why she seemed to be dealing with two people at the same time. I guess after all that she was surprised when I led her into a piano bar that sat off one of the hideous casino floors. We drank red wine and again I put her at ease but now I could tell she was wary, always wondering when next she would meet the other guy. She didn't need to wait long as I lent toward her and said, "go to the bathroom take off your underwear. Then come back and hand it to me." This time there was no shock. Confusion yes and I loved the way she sat and contemplated the situation for a moment before standing without a word and walking away to carry out her instructions. I'd planned this meticulously and I'd scoped out the small bathroom nearest by that afternoon. As she exited the cubical I was waiting for her and with one hand over her mouth I pushed her back into it and forced her down onto the seat. Taking hold of her hair with one hand I undid my trousers with the other and then taking hold of her chin, forced my cock into her mouth. Her demeanour had changed when we returned to our drinks. She was a little quieter, even meek perhaps. She was starting to resign herself to this and that drove me crazy with anticipation. I love to test people and she was being tested now. I knew that this wasn't what she was used to, it was written all over her face. I knew she was going crazy inside, conflicted and confused. This wasn't how nice guys acted right? But there he was again, sitting opposite her all charming and chatty. I knew she wasn't sure what the hell was going to happen next and if she should be around to find out. She stood at the full length window of my absurdly opulent Vegas suite. She'd come here without protest and peered at the people below awaiting the next surprise. "Don't move from where you are and take off your dress" said Mr Hyde. She was compliant now, unquestioning and I loved how quickly that had happened. The dress slid over her hips and hit the floor and I simply sat and admired her for a while, knowing full well that she was looking at people, who were looking at her. Dr. Jekyll approached her from behind and lifted her arms up, placing her hands against the glass and slowly and gently slid my thumb into her pussy. She came there, in front of a few hundred onlookers in the hotels opposite and streets below. Now I had her on the bed, slowly and gently caressing her flawless skin. I was enjoying myself but more so I was enjoying the fact that I knew that this is what she was used to. This is how men fuck and I'm sure that she was in some ways relieved that although I'd messed with her a little, I was in fact just going to R&B fuck her like all the others before me. She may have cum or she may have been faking. Either way I got bored of this charade and led her to the bathroom where I'd pre-filled the ridiculous giant octagonal Jacuzzi bath. Softly I encouraged her onto her knees in front of it, her hands resting on the side. She didn't seem phased or concerned until I knelt behind her, grabbed hold of a handful of her hair, rapped my hand around her elegant neck and whispered into her ear, "lets see what you're really made of shall we?" She let out a stifled squeal as I simultaneously rammed my cock into her pussy and forced her head down under the water. She tried to force her way back up with her arms but I pull them behind her, running my spare arm through her elbows leaving her completely helpless. Her head thrashed from side to side against my palm and her body lurched with each thrust and as I dragged her head up, matted hair plastered all over her pretty face she let out a loud involuntary gasp, her mouth as wide as it could stretch and air rushed into her aching lungs. "No, please" she spluttered as I continued to fuck her and she swayed precariously over the bath. 'No please what?" I replied hoping for something to come out so I could drive her head back under the water just as she started to beg. This time I help her under longer and I could literally feel the panic prickling through her skin. "Ok, ok, ok," is all that came out this time when she finally found some oxygen. I released her arms allowing her to rest them on the side of the bath to support herself. "Ok, Ok," she continued as I withdrew from her pussy and found the entrance to her asshole with my cock. "Yes, please" she whispered. She was going, she was braking and she was now mine for the taking. I adore this moment more than any other, more than the orgasms and the crying and the screaming and the begging. This is what it's all about for me and she was here, handing herself over to me just two hours after we'd met at that fountain. I forced myself inside of her ass. Her pain was so evident and adorable. "Do it, DO IT!" she cried through one of her screams and I plunged her head under the water once more, driving my cock into her less than prepared asshole, staring down at her writhing body her life literally in the palm of my hand. She didn't meet her sister that night. I made her message her to explain that she couldn't make it but later discovered via my friends that the message contained a bit more detail than was necessary, something I took a while to live down. I used her in every horrendously fantastic way I could think of that night and watched her change from a beautiful but predictably dull Californian hottie into a depraved cock hungry sex slave without limits or boundaries. When I got tired I tied her to the bedposts at the end of the bed with cable for a few hours while I slept only to revisit her again frequently throughout the night and into the next morning with more and more ferocity. We've spoken a few times since Vegas. I like her attitude and she constantly asks for advice on the new world I dragged her, somewhat unwillingly into. She claims her life contains a new level of excitement now though and that does make me smile. The End. Drowning in Rain Even after so much time, I always thought I could feel that night over and over. If I closed my eyes and held very still, the scent of sea air and wood smoke would engage my senses and my mind would respond by igniting my body. The caress of air across my naked flesh, the gentle lull of surf lapping sand, the warmth of bodies pressed upon one another. All of those memories would carry me back to a time when I was eighteen and alone in the world. Although it was a self-imposed aloneness, it was unpleasant all the same. I sat on the beach, having nowhere else to go. The ocean had drawn me, as it always did, and I hitched a ride from Alabama to a beach in south Texas, alone and hungry, but still better off, at least in my mind, because I was far away, and I was my own person. Although my tummy rumbled, and I felt weak, I was blissfully happy sitting there. The loneliness had abated as I watched the tide come in. The stars above were brilliant and the beach had emptied of most people. When I looked around, I was filled with a sense of belonging to the scene around me. It was as if I was a lone rock centered in the expanse of white sand upon which I sat. This was my place, my rightful place. Down a bit, and to my left, a crowd of kids about my age lingered, laughing, talking, flirting. Doing all the things that normal teenagers do. I did not envy them for they could not know the things that I knew. They would not know them for many years, if ever. I alone was master of my destiny, and I thought that even if I should die right there, sitting on that beach, then I would have died a better death than so many other people in the world. Tears came to my eyes and I cried silently… tears of joy, tears of relief. Thank God I left when I did. Thank the fates that I had taken control of my life and walked away, not just a survivor, but also a participator in my own life. None of those things made much sense to me, but I was overcome with emotion and a deep hunger to simply live. As I sat there, tears drying on my face, a lovely woman passed by. She smiled at me and nodded her head. Eagerly, starving for kindness, I returned the nod and felt a great smile break across my face. She walked away, her swimsuit hugging her curves, her long blonde hair billowing out behind her. I returned to my musings, wishing not for food, but for a pad of paper and a pencil so I could jot down my thoughts. I was completely lost in myself when the woman returned. She startled me with a soft tap on the shoulder, and I jerked as I looked up at her. She wore that same sweet smile and held out her hand. “Come on little one. Come join my husband and I. We’re a lonely old couple and could use a bit of youth to make us laugh.” I returned her smile again, and took her hand. Together we walked a long way down the beach. I could see no destination at first, but eventually a plume of smoke began to take shape in the night. She was silent, but held my hand as we walked. I felt so safe with her. So warm and welcome. The smoke soon became a low fire beside a tent, as it grew large on the horizon, and I made out the shape of a man sitting nearby. He rose as we approached and put his arm around his wife. In the light of the fire, I guessed the two of them to be in their forties, although they were both very attractive and youthful. The man had black curly hair, long, casual, and roguish in style. His dark eyes glittered as he took my hand and offered me a place to sit. I was near tears again at their kindness and seated myself cross-legged in front of their fire. “My name is Allie, and this is Peter. We travel a bit to see the world while we’re still young enough to enjoy it. We came here in the seventies right after we’d met, and now we’re back to revisit our youth.” She smiled as she looked at Peter, the light of deep love glittering in her eyes. “Are you hungry little one?” Peter asked, returning that loving look to his wife before he spoke to me. “We have cheese and crackers and I believe we still have a bit of smoked oysters left. You’re welcome to anything we have.” I tugged at my leather bound braids. “Yes, thank you. I’m very hungry.” I whispered softly. Allie moved immediately to the tent and emerged a few minutes later with a Styrofoam plate heaping with pungent sharp cheddar, small delicate wafers, oysters and a handful of fruit. She handed it to me reverently, as if she was afraid I would run away, that enigmatic smile still naturally in place on her lips. I felt my stomach quiver in anticipation as the smell of the cheese struck me. Immediately I began to eat, forgetting about the two of them in my hunger. Some minutes later, the plate empty, I raised my head, expecting the both of them to be staring at me like the graceless fool that I felt, but I was pleased to see that Peter was reclining in a lounge chair, staring up at the stars, and Allie was draped across his lap. They had respectfully given me privacy as I gorged my empty belly on their humble, but appreciated offering. “T-thank you,” I whispered, “Thank you very much. I was hungry.” “Anytime little one. Do you have a name, or do you prefer little one?” Allie asked kindly. I grinned at once. “Sorry. My name is Rain.” Peter smiled and remarked what a nice name that was, but that he might slip and call me little one anyway because I was so tiny and delicate. He hoped I wouldn’t mind if he did so. Laughing, I assured him I would not. Somehow, as we sat there, I began to tell them about myself, although they never once asked. I told them my age, and where I had come from and how I came to be all alone on a near deserted beach in south Texas. I found myself spilling over about the epiphanies I had experienced just before Allie found me. Sobbing with happiness, I exposed my soul to them and felt only warm acceptance in return. “Rain, you’re such a lovely young woman. I feel very close to you and appreciate the way you’ve opened up to us. I’m certain Peter feels the same way. All too often in this world, people tighten up and never allow those deep inner feelings to emerge. I can’t help thinking that if more folks did, the world might become infected and this would be a much better place to live.” Allie’s words calmed me and made me feel good about baring my soul. Peter nodded in agreement with his wife and I saw them exchange a meaningful look. She rose and rummaged about in a bag by her feet, finally removing a hairbrush and a spray bottle filled with what looked like water. Approaching me slowly, she put her hand on my shoulder and spoke close to my ear. “I’m a hairdresser by trade, though I gave it up long ago. May I brush your hair Rain?” “Yes.” I replied, although I didn’t know why I would agree to such a strange request. I only knew that I felt safe, warm, full and happy. She sat down behind me and put both legs around my body. I felt her gentle fingers slowly loosen the small bands of leather that held my hair. I blinked my eyes and sighed as she worked on each tight braid, first working out the knots that had accumulated, then spreading each section away from the other until my hair hung free and loose. “That’s better,” she whispered, “Now let’s see if we can brush those tangles out.” I sat still and watched Peter close his eyes, a look of deep contentment on his handsome face. Allie’s fingers were like magic. She held the brush loosely and worked on each section for a long time, humming softly under her breath. Floating on a cloud of happiness and well being, I drifted away to another place. A place that I shared with Allie and Peter. As I sat there, feeling so good, so sleepy and happy with Allie’s long cool fingers entwined in my hair, I felt a hand on my knee. Opening my eyes, I saw Peter’s face before me, his eyes staring intently, his hand softly stroking my skin. “You’re so beautiful Rain… so young and fresh. Your hair is the same color as mine and your eyes are so blue it almost hurts to look into them.” He wore a smile… a smile that set me at ease right away. Behind me, Allie murmured her agreement, set the brush down and began to spray my back and shoulders with the water. Peter took a soft cloth and wiped away the water, taking with it the accumulation of dirt from the road. I felt their hands on me, but I was not alarmed. Instead I was overwhelmed at their caring touches and their small murmurs of encouragement. Dazed, and beginning to feel a little like Alice in Wonderland, I eventually felt hands tugging at my t-shirt. As if in a dream, I lifted my arms and felt the cool night air lick my body as Allie tugged the shirt away. Next, my embroidered shorts were unsnapped, Allie urged me to lie back against her, and Peter began to tug them over my hips and down the length of my legs. When I lay naked before them, a blanket protecting my skin from the sand, I realized I was trembling with excitement. I should have been alarmed, but only good feelings washed over me. Peter went on remarking about how beautiful I was as Allie continued to spray me down in order to cleanse the dirt from my body. Peter’s fingers and cloth moved to my breasts after she had sprayed them and I moaned low in my throat as he caressed my nipples lovingly, teasing them up and out to stand tall before his admiring eyes. I felt Allie’s soft hands urging my thighs apart, her fingers spreading my lips, her mist of cool water landing on my rapidly heating skin, and always Peter with his cloth right behind her, washing me, making me clean, preparing me. By the time they finished, I was a quivering mass of flesh. Their loving caresses had opened the door to extreme excitement and I only wanted them to continue… to keep on loving me… touching me… pleasing me. Peter stood up and removed his shorts, then lay down beside me. I raised my eyes to Allie and watched in amazement as she reached behind her back and untied the string to her swimsuit top. Her breasts were beautiful, still very high on her chest and tipped with dark pink nipples in the midst of the lighter shade of pink that colored her aureole. Her bikini bottoms were next; I watched with growing passion as she slid them down her curvaceous hips exposing her clean shaven pussy to my amazed eyes. Peter stroked my tummy, easing his rough hands down across my skin until I could not contain my moans of pleasure. “Isn’t Allie beautiful little one? We want to love you together… will you let us?” His lips tugged at my earlobe as I groaned and moved my body closer. “Yes… oh yes… please.” I pleaded, letting the vision of Allie’s nakedness fuel my desire. She dropped down, leaned over me and took her husband’s mouth. Right above me, they kissed, locked together in an embrace so passionate that I wanted to reach up and touch them both. As if sensing my need, Peter took my hand and placed it on Allie’s left breast as it swung heavy above me. She moaned into his mouth and covered my hand with hers as Peter instructed me, breaking their soul kiss. “Just a little light pressure at first Rain. Cup her breast, feel the way its heaviness satisfies the palm of your hand. Lift it up a little. Yes… like that sweetheart.” His voice was thick and heavy, and so low. “Now, tug at her nipple… tease it with your thumb. Softly at first. Hear that groan? She likes it… she loves your touch little one.” He lowered his head and slipped his tongue across my belly. My skin jerked under his wet caress and began to undulate, as I stroked Allie’s erect nipples. She came to me, poised above my body, smiling that smile as she lowered the nipple that I held in my fingers down to my mouth. “Suck it for me Rain. Taste me.” She whispered with a groan. It was my first hesitation, and my last. I’d never been so close to a woman before, but then I’d never wanted to before. I worried my lower lip with my teeth, my voice panting, then I gave in to the feelings sweeping through me, opened my lips, and moaned as her stiff nipple contacted my tongue. She was like fire and I felt her heat seep into me as I rolled my tongue around her nipple. She groaned endlessly and pushed down a little, easing more of herself into my eager mouth. Peter stroked my body, taking his time, enjoying the sight of two women loving each other. He spoke again, and once more I heard deep desire spill from his lips as though it were a heavy thing that one could see or touch. “Yes sweetheart… yes angel. Suck her. Suck it good and hard, Allie likes that, don’t you baby?” “Yes,” was her only response but it was followed closely by a whimper of pleasure. While I joyfully licked and sucked at the lovely woman’s breast, Peter reached up and caressed her other nipple. She nearly swooned in delight, as her voice grew husky. “Oh, that feels so good. Peter, she is an angel. Suck it darling. Don’t stop.” I thought she was going to orgasm right then and there, but Peter, wise Peter, eased her away from me and took her in his arms. “Now Allie, we have to give Rain some pleasure too. You know you want that my love… don’t you?” She nodded fiercely, turning her glazed eyes to me as I lay there gasping for breath and feeling emptier than I ever had in my life. She kissed her husband, lay down beside me and began to rub my thighs. Her touch was so exquisite, like velvet on ice… cool and yet hot at once, and I opened myself up to her as Peter leaned in for a kiss. He took my lips passionately, and I ached so deep inside. Winding my arms up around him, I entwined them in his black hair, stroking his tongue eagerly with my own. I felt his body tense as he applied suction to my tongue, drawing it deeply into his mouth and running his own all around it as he continued that sucking motion. I was lost, moaning softly, calling out their names and begging them to touch me. Allie gently spread my legs and nuzzled her face close to my pussy. I heard her breathe in my scent and I struggled to push up against her as Peter again took my tongue with his lips. Over and over he sucked me in, then released me until I was gasping for breath and crying for more. As he pulled away and stroked his wife’s hair, I glanced down and saw his erection. It was massive, truly so large I thought he would split me in two if he tried to insert it, but oh how I wanted it. I wanted to feel it slipping between my lips and tearing its way inside me. Allie was licking softly at my mound, not touching much more than the skin itself. She raised her head and sought her husband’s gaze. “Look Peter,” she whispered excitedly, “She’s juicing out all over the place, and it smells so sweet.” He leaned over and inhaled as his wife began to lap up my juice. I cried out, struggled for composure, then let loose a flow of raspy groans as sweet Allie slid her small, stiff tongue between the slippery lips of my sex and began to dig up inside of me. Oh, it felt so good, better than anything I’d ever felt. I thrashed about on the blanket, driving my body up towards her mouth, as she used her fingers to spread me wide and scooped out mouthful after mouthful of my abundant sex juice. Peter shushed me gently, not really meaning it, just wanting me to hear the comfort of his voice. He suckled at my neck, my throat, and whisked his strong tongue back and forth across my skin. Lowering his hand, he fondled my breasts, tweaking my own creamy pink nipples, and causing them to rise up in response. It was as if a live wire connected my excited nipples to my swollen clit for with each brush of his fingers across the hard appendages, a jolt of pleasure would rise in my pussy until I was mewling out loud my intense need to cum. Allie continued her explorations, her eager tongue swabbing at my pussy lips, spreading them open, licking me open. Subconsciously, I opened farther… wider… to allow her talented tongue easy access to the flow of my nectar. I heard her slurp loudly, extracting from me the very essence of my girlhood and stabbing repeatedly at my rapidly emerging clitoris. Peter held my head close to him, his warm skin soothing me, his touch comforting my raging body. I looked into his eyes and saw deep tenderness as well as urgent desire. He kissed me again, and I moaned into his mouth, grinding my cunt again and again all over his wife’s mouth. “P-please,” I begged, “I want… I want…” “What little one? What do you want?” His words were like liquid, washing me, filling me. “I-I-I want to cum. Oh please… please… please make me cum.” His look was benevolent and understanding. He released me and went to his wife. Watching her for a moment, he joined her at my pussy, easing his big, rough hands under my ass, lifting my hips, positioning me. I trembled violently, my body reduced to a raw nerve and every touch of their hands and mouth taking me higher and higher. Allie relinquished my open pussy; she smiled tenderly at her husband and drew his head down close. “Taste her Peter. She has the sweetest pussy I’ve ever sucked.” She moved to my side, kissing me lightly on the lips before bending back down to my wet slit. I felt Peter’s thumbs caressing my soft lips. I felt him spread them apart. I felt the heat of his breath as he lowered in for a taste of me at last. At the very instant that he worked his muscled tongue into me, slipping it in delicious waves through my soft patch of hair, Allie bent and captured my fully erect clit between her soft lips and began to tongue me over and over. And then it happened. A rush of pleasure so great, it sent the stars spinning above my head, and I spiraled down… down… down… an explosive orgasm rocking my body, its waves waxing and waning in exquisite rushes. I felt the cum pour from me. I literally felt it ooze out in small rivers while Peter drank it down, groaning his satisfaction, as my thighs tightly enclosed his head. “Ohhh! Ohh! Oh God, oh God. Oh, I’m cumming,” I hissed through clenched teeth, riding the pleasure all the way, sharing it with my two lovers. I lay there, gasping for breath, contractions still clenching my pussy as Peter and Allie gently licked away the last traces of cum. I’d never felt so loved in my life, and the pleasure was awesome. I never knew it could feel so good. Allie met her husband’s mouth and they shared my flavor, kissing deep and lovingly. When Peter looked up at me with that intense, but friendly stare, I knew then that he would fuck me, and I wanted him to so desperately. I tried to speak, but could only moan so strong was my hunger for them both. Allie held my upper body in her arms, my head on her lap. She stroked my hair and kissed my cheeks as her hands found my heaving chest. “Take her now Peter… she’s ready. She’s so ready for you my love. Slip your cock deep inside her pussy where it’s wet and warm.” Her eyes shone brightly and I felt her body tremble with restrained lust. Peter rose up between my thighs, his dark gaze locking onto mine. “Do you want me to fuck you little one?” “Y-yes… fuck me Peter. Please fuck me.” I begged. He held his cock up for me to see, proud and excited. I saw a drop of pre-cum ooze out and drip down onto my skin. Pausing a moment longer, he knelt and nuzzled the head of that massive prick between my snug lips. I arched instantly, wanting to impale myself on his hardness. Surprised by my eagerness, he grinned and began to press. “Oh Allie, she’s so tight. Her pussy is warm and soft and tight. This is going to feel so good.” “Do it my love, fuck her until she coats your cock with her sweet juice.” Allie panted above me. He pressed again, and the flared head of his beautiful cock slipped inside the tight ring of muscles that surrounded my cunt. I whimpered and began to writhe about on the blanket as his cock made its agonizingly slow trip through my spreading lips. Drowning in Rain “Oh fuck. This is so good Allie,” he groaned. “Tell me baby. What does it feel like inside her?” Allie’s voice was hushed and low, her words slipping out in a rush of emotion as she squirmed under my head. Peter drove in another fraction, lifting my legs and brushing his fingers across my clit. I rose up to meet him, securing for myself another inch of his cock. He grunted, and answered his wife; “It feels like I’m surrounded by warm, thick molasses on a cold night. Ungh. Fuck, it’s good. You’re a good little fuck Rain.” I only moaned at him, begging him with my eyes to bury that tool deeply into me. He was inside me and I felt full, but I sensed that he still had a lot of cock left to fuck me with. Allie took my arms and pulled them high above my head, she whispered for me to enjoy her husband’s cock, to let him put it all the way in. I nodded at her and prepared to feel his length slice through me. Peter drew back a fraction, smiled at me reassuringly, then flexed his hips and plunged into me. Pain blasted through my pelvis and I cried out loud as I reflexively tried to pull my knees from the crooks of his arms and double myself over. “She was a virgin Allie. Can you believe that? A virgin.” He whispered. “Oh, poor baby. You should have told us, we would have made it better for you.” Allie said. I groaned, already feeling better, and tried a tentative smile. “I-it’s okay now. I wanted this.” Peter stayed still for a while as Allie tightened her grip on my hands, holding them high and not allowing me to move. She nodded eventually to her husband and he began to fuck me. His powerful hips drew back, tightened, then slammed back inside with great force. The pain faded away as the eroticism of the moment filtered through to my brain. A beautiful woman was holding me while her husband fucked me passionately. My voice came through again, my familiar moans mixing with the sound of the surf as Peter drove his fat cock in and out of my slit. “Want some more Rain? You’ve only taken about two thirds so far. Do you want all of my cock?” I didn’t know how it would fit, but I began to beg him to give it all to me. I cried and twisted in Allie’s arms, trying to fuck myself deeper on his hard dick. “F-f-f-fuck me. Peter… fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” With every syllable I uttered, he slammed back inside, his cock stirring up my juice and sending me back toward that spiral of pleasure. “Allie honey, I can feel her juicing up. It’s running down over my dick. So hot… so fucking hot baby. Lick my balls and taste her while I fuck her.” He said to his wife. Looking down at me, he whispered, “Little one, I’m about to fill you to capacity. I’m going to drive the entire length of my hard cock all the way up your pussy.” I tensed, feeling Allie slip away, readying my cunt to take all of him. With one powerful surge, he buried his cock, a harsh moan slipping from his lips, his handsome face twisted in pleasure. “Oh my God!” I cried, “Yes… oh yes Peter… Allie… it’s good… it’s so good. F-fuck me harder!” I felt the gentle sweep of Allie’s soft tongue as she licked my juice from her husband’s balls. He whispered his satisfaction as he spread his legs for her. His moans told me how good her tongue felt on his tight, cum-filled balls. As he began to fuck me in earnest, his hips and ass driving his cock past my clasping walls to a place no other man would ever reach, Allie instructed him to lift my ass up high. I felt his large hands grasp my cheeks and his strength carried my small body up and away from the blanket while he rotated his hips and ground in a little deeper. I think it was her tongue at first, though it might have been a finger, but something warm and wet brushed against my tight asshole and I almost fainted it felt so good. “Yes… Oh… oh God, I need to cum,” I groaned. Allie slipped a finger up and began to press it against my puckered hole, insistently working until we both felt a small pop and she was in to the second knuckle. “Peter, I’m fucking her asshole with my finger. She likes it… she likes having us buried in both of her holes.” Peter renewed his thrusts and soon I felt the exquisite burn of Allie fucking my tender ass while Peter plunged his cock in and out of my pussy. I was trembling, on fire, my body calling out for release. I felt Peter’s cock surge as it grew harder and he began fucking me with lightening fast strokes. “I’m gonna cum Rain. I’m gonna fill your sweet pussy with thick hot cum. Does it feel good baby? You like me fucking you?” “Yes… yes… ohhh yes… fuck meeee!” Allie plunged her stuff digit deep inside my ass and began to twist it around. She fucked vigorously, her own body enjoying my response. “Flood her juicy pussy. Spew your cum deep inside her. Make her cum now Peter… before you blow.” Gasping, he reached down, wet his finger and rubbed it quickly across my exposed clitoris. Once more, I was drowning in pleasure, feeling it rise up and roll across me, my tummy clenching, pulling at his dick, sucking him inside. “Hurry Peter… oh God Hurry… I’m cumming…. Cumming…. Mmmmm… shoot off… shoot your cum in me.” And as I took the path through that spiral, I felt a hot blast of liquid warmth fire off inside of me. Peter froze, his head back, his cock planted all the way in, moaning, groaning as he squirted his cream all the way into my cunt. “Take it,” he wheezed, “Take my cum Rain… oh fuck… take it all!” Together we came, our bodies tight and tense as pleasure indescribable filled our bodies. Panting loudly, Peter leaned over and pulled me close, he kissed me and rested his face in my hair as our heartbeats became quiet and steady. Allie bent over and kissed us both, her face lit up with joy at seeing her husband pleasure me so well. Peter rose up on one elbow and drew Allie close to us. Smiling, he kissed her and whispered to me. “It’s her turn now, huh little one?” Drowning in the Sea of Love SS #22: "Happy Endings III—Drowning In The Sea Of Love" Drowning in the Sea of Love Well, she didn't immediately get to work. She wasn't an expert at writing poems. She tried to think of ideas. She let her fingers traverse the keyboard, prancing randomly over keys, spelling out a bunch of gobbledy-nonsense, studying what was going on outside. She deleted the written folderol produced by her digital dance and started jotting down ideas she could possibly incorporate. Hmm...okay, she had something with which to start working, at least... A snack, that was what she needed. Okay, she thought, taking a quick trip to the kitchen and returning shortly with a small baggie of potato chips and a juice box. She wiggled her fingers, idly pondering, and thought, All right, now, what would I say if I were just writing a normal letter? She jotted a little more till she came up with some elements she liked. Let's see, springtime...no, no, actually, summer, I like summer better...and...it's pretty windy right now. Maybe I should close the window just a little. The trees and flowers are coming to life, that's nice...should I include something about how my heart beats for her—or vice versa? What sort of rhyme scheme should I use? I know it doesn't necessarily have to rhyme, but I'd like it to. Maybe... She told herself not to make it too complicated. It's just a simple poem, after all, she thought. And it's not even as if Mel asked for it or anything. It's all my idea; she doesn't even know I'm writing it. It'll be a surprise. Melleny meant so much to her, but it wasn't worth working herself too hard for comfort on this single sweet gesture, no matter how heartfelt. One and a half hours, three juice boxes and ten chicken nuggets later (she really did love them), Sara had banged out a rough draft of a love poem to her angel of which she was feeling pretty proud. She read it over, checking for typos, adding little finishing touches here and there, polishing it all up, making sure she was happy with the rhythm and rhyme, and decided she was done. It didn't have a title, but that didn't bother Sara much. She saved it to her desktop, and was about to send it to her E-mail inbox when an additional bolt of inspiration struck. She wondered how cool it would be if she did something a little unique here, and modified it so that was in old Shakespearean English? Oooh, yeah! she decided. That's romantic! I love that idea! She went online to find the appropriate tenses and conjugations, and another short while later, her poem was really finished. Very, very proud of herself, she shut the window, sat with a contented sigh, and read it over once more, this time out loud to herself. But this one final time, now hearing the words she had just put together read out loud, something happened to Sara. Prior to this point, the little project on which she'd been working had consisted of the simple act of typing words on electronic paper, but now with the finished product before her, as she read, she realized... ...Just how genuine and true it all was. She'd sat down to just write a nice, sweet little poem, which she'd indeed done, but she hadn't expected this to happen. As she read it, she thought about Mel, how much she really did mean to her, realizing that Melleny Hayes had become the light of her life, rereading it all now with the context of Melleny in mind to which to apply it...and as she did, tears came to her eyes. I am in love. Suddenly, there was no longer any doubt left in her mind. She had the confirmed answer to that mystifying question that had been toying with her mind three months before. The answer was a resounding yes. Amazing... she thought. Incredible. In 28 years, Sara Kelton'd had virtually no idea how it felt to fall or be in love. And yet, here she was. She had no idea how she'd managed to toss together a piece of work like this that magically turned out to be a perfect declaration of her love and a brilliantly apt description of Melleny, suiting her to a tee. It had been seemingly effortless. And yet... Sara never had the opportunity most had as teenagers, to find someone on whom she could have a hopeless crush, possibly leading to falling in love or even more. She didn't even know she was a lesbian until she was 20, when her idol, heroine and goddess Velette appeared on her radio, on her TV and in her record store. She'd really believed she was in bona fide love with her at the time, not yet aware that the feelings she bore towards Velette were really adoration and worship cleverly disguised as romantic love. Oh, she could certainly see herself engaging in a lively sexual romp with Velette, there was no question about that. But what Sara didn't know at the time was that while she could fantasize about making love to her all she wanted, she could never actually be in love with Velette. Aside from the obvious truth that she had her life and her roots here and Velette traveled all over the world on tour, Sara could see now her vivid, romantic and erotic dream about Velette Voxe on her birthday morning had been wrong. She wasn't in love—or at least not this kind of love—with her favorite singer. She was in idolization-fan-love with her. She was in soulmate, take-my-breath-away, I-would-die-for-you-love with Melleny Alison Hayes. If someone asked her how she knew, she would have no clue how to describe it. Somehow, she could tell she just was. Something in her heart told her. In some astonishing, inexplicable way...she just knew. OH my gosh...I'm...in LOVE! I really, really am! For the first time in my life, I'm in loooooooove!! She jumped up from her chair and leapt on the bed, laughing and crying simultaneously. "I'M IN LOVE!" she shrieked, jumping on the bed like she was floating in mid-air. "Oh, I'm so happy! I can't believe it! I can't believe I'm really, actually in love! This is the best day of my life!" Her celebration was interrupted by another realization. Oh... she thought, But...does Melleny feel the same way about me? Abruptly, as helplessly ecstatic as she'd been ten seconds ago, Sara became as frightened. If Melleny didn't feel the same way about her that she did...she could run the risk of having her heart broken. She knew Melleny liked her, certainly, and liked her more than a friend; they had been on enough dates and shared enough kisses together for her to sense that. Yes, and actually, it was good reassurance. Sara nodded and told herself not to be afraid. Even if Mel wasn't in love with her yet, Sara was certain she would-slash-could-slash-should be eventually. Again, she just had to be patient, and wait. But all of a sudden, waiting seemed so much harder than before. Drowning in the Sea of Love At last, the ferocious orgasm ran its course, leaving a breathless, drained, dizzied Sara Kelton, just trying to catch a little of her breath. It was fortunate she was already lying down, as had she undergone an orgasm of this extent in a standing position, her legs would have long since lost the capability to hold her upright. Speaking of her legs, there too was the familiar post-come legache that hurt so good, making it all but impossible to get up and walk any distance for several minutes after. Even stumbling down the hall to get to the bathroom and sit on her throne was a lofty task right now. Wheelchairs would come in quite handy for sexually active individuals who have killer orgasms, she quipped to herself with a weak chuckle. If I'm really in love now, and this is what they're gonna feel like for me, maybe I should get one. Drowning in the Sea of Love Sara smiled at her and slipped her arms around Mel a bit tighter, planting a kiss on her shoulder. "And see, that kinda got me thinking," Melleny went on, "And I think I reached this point today when something clicked inside me. I mean, sure, my parents' approval's pretty important to me, but even more important, it's like all the time we've spent together's built up this big ball of bliss inside me, and I think today I just learned that it's there to fill something in me that was empty before. The thing is, though, I didn't even know that empty part of me existed before we started going out, Sara. Now when we're together, that ball of bliss swells up and makes me whole inside. And when we have to leave each other, it shrinks, and I feel hollow again." Sara could start to feel herself "meltin'," just as her workmates in her office indicated. "And now that I know that empty part of me's there," continued Mel, "I can't ignore it. Y'know? I can't not know it's there now. So when we're apart, that empty space hounds me, and torments me, and it won't leave me alone. So today...it was like my depression spells met up with my empty space, and they double-teamed me. Suddenly...all I could think of was you. How you weren't with me, and you had to be somewhere else, and we couldn't be together, and I just...lost it. Out of nowhere I just started crying, and I just...couldn't stop all day. It was when I realized, Sara...I need you in my life. I can't live without you," she sniffled, tearing up a little, wiping at her nose. "My only hope was that you could possibly feel the same way about me." Sara didn't know what to say. "Well, gosh, honey...why couldn't you just tell me this on the phone?" "I would've..." Mel hesitated. "But like I said, I was afraid." "Of...?" "Well, like I told you, Sara, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you," she reiterated. "The way my parents felt about me really kinda hit home with me last night. And the more dates we went on, and the closer we got, I could tell this was developing into much more—for me," she quickly added. "I knew I was starting to feel something a lot deeper and stronger for you...but...I didn't wanna say anything, for fear that you might not feel the same way. I didn't know how to tell you before tonight, Sara, that..." She paused to take a breath. Sara raised her eyebrows and bit her bottom lip in anticipation. And when Mel looked back up and said it, even if Sara hadn't heard her voice, she still would've been able to tell in her sapphire eyes. "...I love you." There were the magic words again. Only this time, it wasn't a dream, it wasn't a fantasy, it wasn't imagination...Sara heard her say these momentous words, from Melleny's own lips to her own ears, for the first time. And just like in her dreams and fantasies, they instantly gave Sara an emotional orgasm. Her heart erupted with amorousness, and sent her through a mental climax. The next segment of Melleny's narration to her reflected Sara's own current outlook. "But when I heard your voice message, and heard you say it to me, I knew everything would be okay, and I wouldn't have to worry or be scared anymore." Sara felt her own emotions getting the better of her again. She sniffled joyfully. "Well, y'know, I, uh..." she giggled, "I decided that I...well...I wanted to come over. Y'know? I just thought, to hell with the consequence!" Melleny smiled and nodded, playing along. "Yup...you told me you loved me, that's all I believe." Sara kept it going. "I wanted to come over...it was a need I couldn't explain...just to see you again. I...just wanted to come over." They laughed together. Once the laughter tapered off, finally letting it all sink in, they looked into each other's eyes. Sara brushed some of Melleny's hair out of her eyes and face and kissed away the dry trails of tears on her cheeks. Mel took Sara's face in her hands, not wanting to wait another minute to let her lips do the talking for her, so to speak. Ten seconds later, they had plunged themselves into the proclamation of their mutual love. Holding, caressing, locking and unlocking lips, again and again, passing soft sighs, sultry breaths and sweet nothings back and forth. And this time their tongues did get in on the action. Had Sara been able to remember all the details from her dream of the two of them together back in December, she would have picked up a startling similarity between the dream and the reality which was going on right now. Even though she couldn't bring back all the varied elements of the dream, she could remember the dream itself. And she couldn't believe it, it was coming true right now! The sighs and moans deepened and richened with each elapsing moment, hands floating and passing over one another, mouths trading a dozen variations of "I love you" to one another. Eventually bringing their romance to another level, Sara and Melleny slid their bodies from a vertical sitting-up position to a horizontal lying-down one so they could snuggle and make out like bandits on Mel's couch. Melleny ended up on top, which was way more than fine with Sara. After an immeasurable span of kissing like kids, fondling, exploring each other, fingertips finding their ways along, inhaling one another's sweet scents, nipples solidifying, Melleny's larger breasts dancing on Sara's smaller ones, Sara dying to squeeze them like the ripe melons they were, vaginas dampening humping each other's thighs, Melleny peeled her lips off Sara's to tell her something. "You know what...lovergirl?" Melleny breathed as her nose tickled Sara's cheek. Sara giggled, kissing the nose in question nuzzling her face. "You love me?" Mel passed a little giggle back. "Well, besides that." Sara let her eyes wander in thought. "You...really love me?" Mel's girlish laughter reminded Sara that she'd just died and gone to Heaven. She could just fall into those warm, crinkly, gorgeous blue eyes and drown a happy woman. "Well, yes, that too," conceded Mel, "But in addition to that...I was kinda wondering if you wouldn't be averse to, uh..." Sara batted her innocent baby hazels, waiting eagerly to hear the rest. "...me giving you that massage now?" Music to her ears. Sara knew a good thing when she heard it. She promptly reacted by wrapping Melleny up in both her arms and legs, magnetizing her lips to Mel's, dancing her tongue all over the inside of Mel's mouth, squealing and wetting her panties in delight. When they broke from the kiss, Melleny could see the crazed excitement in Sara's eyes. "I thought you'd never ask." Drowning in the Sea of Love Sara whimpered and squeaked, her emissions of overwhelming pleasure growing and increasing in volume and pitch. Words could no longer describe her euphoric delirium. If Heaven had its own Heaven, Sara would still be floating far above both. She was finding herself swaying carefree upwards of seventh Heaven. My life...has been made. I've met the girl of my dreams...I'm in tremendous, insurmountable love with her...she's in love with me too...and we are making beautiful, intimate, magical, perfect love together. I'm so happy...I'm so happy that I'm...I'm not even going to try to come up with a more eloquent way to say it. I'M SO HAPPY!! I'm so happy that...I'm...OH my God, I'm gonna come! Her larynx injected her gasps with some vocal input, trying to communicate her imminent departure from reality. "M-Mel, swee—...sweetie I'm...I'm gon-cuh—...I'm c—..." She couldn't seem to get it out. She was drooling and her words kept stumbling over one another. It didn't matter, she told herself. She'd just let her banshee-like screams do the talking for her. Melleny watched her face, feeling very proud of herself. Unlike Sara, she wasn't a virgin, but she hadn't exactly performed a happy ending before, on a girlfriend, or anyone, really. So when Sara had asked her after their first date, rather than dampen her enthusiasm with a truthful "no," Mel decided to just skirt the question. But she could tell now that if she'd lied, she could have fooled Sara. She knew she was a good masseuse, but she didn't know she was so good at happy endings. At least this was the impression she got going by Sara's still arched back, tilted head, salivating mouth and hormonal shrieking. Either she was pretty damn good at this, or Sara was pretty damn in love with her. Or both, she then realized, as two short seconds later, Sara tried to lean her head up to address her. "Mel..." she breathed, "Babe...please tell me you love me. Please tell me, and mean it." Not yet aware of the incredible power this phrase carried over Sara, Mel felt it was just a sweet, heartfelt gesture, until she actually said it. She kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, "I love you, Sara Kelton." Sure enough, perfect timing; the words triggered what—at least to date—proved to be Sara Jane Kelton's ultimate orgasm. "OOOOHHHHHHHHH!!" she cried wildly, filling Melleny's entire house, the requisite tears spilling from her dazzled eyes. Mel wasn't expecting that. She was alarmed, but then extremely flattered. She repeated the short two-step gesture on her: 1) kissing her cheek, and 2) whispering, "I love you, Sara" in her ear. "AAAHHHHHH!!" Sara reiterated, her voice breaking the falsetto register. Her scream almost sounded like a small child's. Melleny felt a look of fascinated discovery painting her face. Eureka, she thought, realizing she'd found the key to the Mystical Land of Sara. For the next fifteen seconds, all Sara heard was, "I love you, Sara...I love you, sweetheart...I love you, babe...I love you, angel...I love you, darling...I love you, cupcake...I love you, honey bunny...I love you, lovergirl..." Melleny drove Sara so madly blind with love and devotion she momentarily robbed her of her ability to see straight, and all but gave her laryngitis. Sara's lungs still hadn't finished reeling from her last explosive orgasm twenty-four hours ago. When Mel saw it'd run its course, she delicately exited Sara's spent, exhausted pussy, her fingers appreciatively caked with a thick layer of Sara-come. She studied her fingers with enthrallment. She certainly wasn't a virgin, but she'd never satisfied a girl with just her fingers before, and definitely never one she knew she was in absolute love with. Melleny Hayes could never have sex with a woman she didn't love. She had really believed she loved Gail, the woman she was with before Sara, with whom she'd had sex, but that turned out to be all it was—sex. Once Melleny realized she didn't actually love her, she was disappointed, but not as much as Gail. It was a conceivable possibility that she could've grown to love Gail, if Gail had just given her the time she needed to figure it out. As much as Mel wanted to part ways with Gail on good terms, it just wasn't an option. Sadly, Gail just wanted and needed more than Melleny could give her. Somehow, though, she knew things with Sara were and would be different. Sara was full of love and extremely sweet, a breath of fresh air for Mel, who hadn't always seen the most benevolent women. At the concert when Velette was singing to her, there was something about her innocent, glowing face that spoke to her. It made her think, ...She's different, somehow. She looks...nice. And pleasant. And also really cute. And when Velette sang her name and she dropped to her knees and started crying, Melleny was so touched she melted a little. Looking back on it, she could have started to fall in love with Sara just a little bit even then. She really had just begun to be in deep love with her today, and when she heard Sara tell her she loved her in the voicemail, her spirit soared. A few moments later, Sara opened her fuzzy eyes. She looked around until she caught sight of Mel smiling down at her. She sat up, blinking and rubbing her eyes. She saw that Mel was still wearing her nightgown and she was still naked. "Did, uh...did I come?" she asked shyly. "I'll say!" replied Mel, showing her the proof. Sara blushed and covered her mouth. "Am I dreaming?" was Sara's follow-up question. "Well, I sure hope not," her girlfriend said. "I'd hate to have to wake up from this." She smiled. "Wouldn't you?" Sara giggled, taking another swipe at her moist eyes. "Well, gosh, I just..." She sniffled. "I-I don't even know what to say." Mel shrugged. "'I love you, Melleny' comes to mind," she suggested.