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Moonlight

By: SoloAct



In her dreaminess, she reached over to touch his smooth skin, but only found an empty spot where he had lain. She became instantly awake and sat up quickly in bed, spilling the sheets, the moonlight highlighting her breasts.

Her initial panic washed away when she saw his note on the pillow, "Got paged, be back soon for more, love you, K". She lay back down on her pillow, her heart now pumping not from fear, but from the wave of memory and remembered sensations from their lovemaking earlier in the evening.

She felt the familiar tingle between her legs and knew it wasn't going to go away on its own. She sighed and rolled onto her side so she could reach her night stand. Her bottom drawer held what she needed to get back to sleep and wait for his return. She gently removed the wooden box from the drawer and rolled onto her other side, placing the box where her lover should have been laying. She lifted the lid and considered her options for a brief second. She knew one wouldn't be enough to satisfy her after her evening so she selected a few of her favourites and pushed the box aside.

The sheets crumpled at her feet as she squirmed on her bed until she was comfortable and nothing was in the way of her pleasure. Reaching beside her, she selected her favourite vibe with the extra bit to tease her hardening clit. Her left hand slid across her full breasts and down her soft round belly to her waiting sex. She danced her fingers across her labia and over her clit as she licked the head and shaft of her transparent cock, taking time to tease the beads under the skin. She loved the feeling against her tongue and wished real cocks came with that wonderful feature.

She traced the same path with the tip of her wet vibe as she made with her now wet fingers, over her rough nipple and down to her neatly trimmed bush. Her crimson fingernail flicked the device to life and sliding it ever so slowly between her lips so that the beads she loved so much were rubbing directly against her love spot.

The first contact against her sensitive clit caused her to arch her back and thrust her hips and toy into the air, holding like that for a minute and as she got used to the incredible feelings passing from the latex to the rest of her voluptuous body through the single point of her clit, she very slowly lowered her ass back to the sheets, jerking skyward again and again as a new sensation washed over her cunt.

In her extreme state of arousal, her first orgasm took her in less than two minutes, thrashing around her bed, screaming obscenities and moaning. In bed she was no wilting flower. She enjoyed sex and her body as much as any man or woman she had ever met and she could put a porn actress to shame with her technique and behaviour.

She lay quietly, feeling the little spasms of her orgasm still running from her clit to her beautiful nipples. The cock was back at her lips and on her tongue as she licked her juices from it and prepared it for round two. Feeling relaxed but not fully satisfied, she dispensed with the self-inflicted romance and tenderness from the last time and quickly popped the cockhead from her mouth and drove it hard and rough into her very wet and very waiting pussy in one movement.

The feeling took her breath away. She loved being taken roughly and sometimes without permission, as her lover often did. Working in her home office and having him sneak up behind her, quickly throw her skirt into the air above her waist, push her over her desk or filing cabinet and rip her thong aside as he rammed his hard, hot cock into her unsuspecting pussy. She always came very quickly when she was taken like that, but it was happening far too infrequently these days with him being a slave to that pager. He should be my slave, not that miserable piece of plastic's, she thought every time she wanted him but he wasn't there. Like tonight.

She felt the vibration in her wet cunt and felt the beads turning in the shaft inside her. The rabbit-shaped piece was firmly pressed against her throbbing clitty as she just held her cock in place, savouring the feeling. Slowly, she drew it out until the beads were rubbing against her pussy lips and she drove it back into her snatch again, pressing it into place. She loved teasing herself with these long strokes out and then the rough fucks back in. Her stroking gathered in speed and intensity until she had fucked herself to another screaming, sweaty orgasm which threw her sheets to the floor.

As she lay, running gentle fingertips over her mound and lightly pinching her nipples with the other hand, she knew she would not be totally fulfilled until he came back and she could be fucked back to sleep by his heavenly cock.

But first, she thought as an evil smile crept across her lips, I will have to punish him for leaving me when I need certain parts of him so badly. She rolled back onto her side, facing the box again. She lifted the lid and replaced the toys she had taken out for her own personal enjoyment. She reached into the box's darkness and removed what she knew to be there and the implement of her lover's punishment.

The harness was black leather, oiled and polished until it shone. Projecting from it was a shiny black dildo, complete with veins and balls, modeled after some male porn star which she had never heard of. She held the harness in the moonlight and admired the size and beauty of the black cock. She had been fucked many times by this rod and had very fond memories of each and every time. And she had fucked many times with it too, which she discovered she really enjoyed much more than receiving it herself. She loved the power and the brutality of fucking some beautiful girl or boy in the pussy and ass. She loved it when they begged for her to stop, knowing they were actually begging her not to. She played hard, but always by the rules. Only once had a plaything ever used the safeword and she stopped thrusting and removed the cock from her ass immediately. Sex was supposed to be fun after all and once it wasn't, what was the point?

She stood beside her bed and stepped into the harness. She found putting it on to be very erotic so she always took her time, feeling the leather slipping up over her smooth thighs and rounded hips. The part she loved best though was sliding the small, plug-like dildo between her lips and into her soaking cunt. She had the leathersmith who made the harness install the plug so the thrusting of her plundering a tender asshole would allow her to be fucked as well. After some particularly amazing sessions, the leather would be soaked with her juices and she would work them into the leather when she was done to keep the harness supple.

She enjoyed the pussy plug so much she was planning to take it back to have an ass plug put in as well but it would have to wait. For tonight, she would have to make do with the thin strap of leather between her rounded ass cheeks, pressing on her sensitive hole. Most women say they don't enjoy anal sex, but she loved it. She loved to be fucked in every way possible and she loved to return the favour.

In the glow from the window and with the harness securely in place, her reflection in the mirror made her wet with anticipation. Her large frame had the benefit of giving her large but full breasts and a beautifully round ass. To see her complete, hot package, with a foot long cock hanging off the front of it made her knees week. She lay back down on her bed and hoped her lover would be home soon.

She let her mind wander and she started to fantasize about what it would be like to have a real cock of her own, what it would be like to play with it and feel cum spray out to splatter on some beautiful face. Her hand strayed down to her dick and she started stroking it lightly as she thought. The pressure of the plug in her cunt when she stroked the long ebony shaft felt amazing so she closed her eyes and imagined having a real cock and being fucked at the same time. Her hand started to slide up and down the shaft faster and faster, causing her dripping pussy to be fucked faster and faster.

Just as she was about to cum for the third time that night, she heard a voice say, "Is that for me or are you going to keep it all for yourself?"

She smiled at her lover's voice and said, "I am going to fuck you until you promise never to leave me alone again." She opened her eyes to see her lover silhouetted by the window, naked, stroking his cock in time with her. His torso looked like it was carved from living marble. His long hours playing soccer and cycling sculpted his body into a work of art she wanted to explore and worship forever. She felt a pang of self-doubt as she ran her eyes all over his hard legs and wondered to herself why he found her attractive. She was soft where he was hard, rounded where he was flat. But when she looked into his deep blue eyes, she could see the flames of desire and when he licked his lips like a lion watching a gazelle, she knew. It was pure, raw, unbridled lust: carnal, dark, messy. The passion carried over into the rest of their lives as well. It coloured and flavoured every aspect of their relationship, making the smallest issues explode like an atom bomb, just as an excuse to have make-up sex. Tonight was different though. As much as she wanted to punish him for scaring her when she woke up alone, she wanted to show him exactly how much she needed and had to have him. He loved having his ass violated by her cock so even though tonight's play would be violent and painful, she knew he was going to love every second and fully play along.

"Stop playing with your cock and get over here," she commanded in her best power voice.

"Yes, mistress," he said with a naughty smile as he walked over to her side of the bed. "What would you like me to do?"

"Shut your filthy mouth, slave! You will not talk again until I tell you to. Get on your knees." He obeyed and sunk to his knees beside her, still wearing that wicked grin. She swung herself so she was sitting in front of him, one leg on either side of his tightly muscled waist, long hard cock pointing right at his chest. "And since you can't seem to get that smile off your face, I want you to suck on my cock until I come in your pretty mouth. Maybe that will teach you your place."

He just barely managed to get a "Yes mistress" out before she drove her cock between his lips, pushing the head to the back of his throat. She knew he could take it. He had before. The shiver of pleasure in her pussy was her instant reward for her cruelty.

She held his head between her hands, slowly fucking his eager mouth with her own head thrown back in ecstasy. He was providing just the right amount of resistance to her thrusting to really work the plug in her cunt, juices flowing around it and down her thighs. She started to fuck his face faster and harder, her orgasm getting closer and closer. With one final hard and fast thrust which rammed the thick rubber cock down his throat, she came and dripped her liquid all over her slave's chest, making it glisten in the moonbeams.

She slowly slithered her cock from his mouth as the last flickers of her orgasm shuttered her body. His smile was gone now, replaced with the look of a hungry animal. It was a look she had seen a hundred times before and one that she was waiting for tonight. He was completely hers. He would comply with her every whim and command but there was only one command she wanted to give.

"Get up here and get on your knees, fucker," she hissed. He scrambled quickly onto the bed beside his beautiful punisher. Bending at the waist, he held his ankles and pressed his face into her pillow. "Don't make a sound. If I hear anything at all, I will stop and you don't want that do you?"

He wordlessly shook his head, knowing the rules after having played this scene many times before. The worst thing she could do to him now was stop.

He felt the bed shift as she moved behind him, ready to take him. The chill of the lube made him tighten his hole as she dripped it between his spread cheeks. "Relax baby," she whispered, "this will only hurt for as long as I want it to."

She slid the head of her cock up and down his crack, spreading the lube over her shaft and teasing his hole. Suddenly, mid tease, she pushed her cock-head smoothly and firmly through his tight opening, forcing over half of her rod into his body. It took all of his concentration not to moan with the most exquisite pain he felt in a long time.

She lay on his back, her large breasts flattening between their bodies. She kissed his back between his shoulders and whispered in his ear, "I am going to fuck you until I cum. You better cum before I do."

She knew he would. Neither of them would have to touch his hard cock. The feel of his ass being plundered would be more than enough for him to shoot his load on their sheets. He was such a whore for getting his ass fucked.

Slowly, she started to slide her black rubber member in and out of her man's hole, feeling him shiver and quake on each thrust. The plug in her cunt was soaked again with her juice as she picked up speed. "Moan bitch!" she screamed, sending him over the edge and covering the bed in cum as he filled the room with the sounds of his torture.

Another dozen thrusts and she added her own load to the sheets, collapsing onto his back, pushing him into the wet spots on the mattress. They lay together, panting, with her still inside him, watching the moonlight fade with the first rays of dawn, as the insistent sound of his vibrating pager sang them to sleep.

Moonlight



The moon is full and golden, riding high in the almost cloudless sky as we grab our blankets and coolers from the trunk of the car and make our way down the dark beach. There is a luminscent blue path of moonlight on the calm expanse of the Long Island Sound, the tiny waves occasionally hissing and splashing as they slap upon the shore.

The beach is deserted, which is pretty much what the four of us had hoped. We're here to go skinny dipping and drink some beer, activities that are not exactly legal in this place, but once we've walked about a half mile along the shore, we're safe from prying eyes.

After spreading the blankets, our talk becomes small and obviously nervous, the ice broken when your friend Laura is the first to strip. She's dark haired, of Nicaraguan descent, her thick locks neatly tied back, about 5-foot-two with a muscular swimmer's body. She's cute, too, and as I pretend to fiddle with our cooler, I sneak glances at her as her t-shirt comes off over her head, exposing sexy breasts with big round dark nipples. She unfastens her jean shorts and yanks them down her hips. Her panties come with them and I see that her pussy is completely shaved.

"Nice," says her boyfriend Greg, who is sipping a beer and admiring her.

"You like it?" she asks, stepping out of her shorts and standing before us, hands on her hips, her legs slightly spread. I figure that you won't mind me looking. She's asking for an opinion.

"I got a full Brazilian," she continues.

"Did it hurt?" you ask.

"Oh, yeah, but I think it'll be worth it," Laura smiles, looking at Greg, who nods. "They say it makes sex feel even better, especially oral sex."

"Think I should get one?" you ask me as you stand up and unfasten your cotton floral print skirt.

"If you want," I say, not wanting to offend you by suggesting that I don't love you as you are, but still secretly hoping you'll decided to shave yourself clean. I've never had a woman with a completely bald pussy and I'd love to know if what they say is true.

You nonchalantly drop your skirt on the blanket and then pull down your pale blue panties. You have a sweet, soft full bush of red hair between your thighs that I love to nuzzle, but I'll gladly do without for the sake of adventure. 

"I'm kind of hairy under here," you say, turning to Laura and putting one foot up on the cooler so she has a full view of your pussy lips. I notice Greg is admiring your ass.

"They can take care of that," Laura says as you unbutton your blouse, peel it off your shoulders and daintly drop it on top of your skirt. Your body fairly glows in the moonlight, with your small, pert breasts and bottom-heavy, hip-py figure. I like that you are keeping your sandals on.

"Well?" you ask me and Greg as your fingers nimbly tie your hair back.

"Yeah, gotta show us yours. We showed you ours," Laura giggles.

Greg and I glance at each other a little sheepishly. We've all been friends for years, but this is the first time we've ever done this together. Obviously, you and Laura are very comfortable with each other -- you're about as close as friends can get, even to the point of flirting with each other. But after taking a couple of swigs of beer, I set my bottle down and peel off my t-shirt and then my shorts. I pause before lowering my briefs. My cock is half-hard, but I drop them anyway.

"Ooooh," Laura giggles. "You're right. He does have a nice one." 

Then Greg unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down, underwear and all. His completely shaved, circumsized cock is long and thick and not even hard.

"I guess he wins," I sigh as I notice you two gazing at it while he takes off his shirt.

"Now, now," you laugh. 

And so we spend the next hour or so sitting crosslegged, drinking beer, chatting and enjoying the quiet night's breeze. There doesn't seem to be any mosquitoes out, which is good, because they'd have a feast. It feels so good to be naked in the warm night air, and the scenery is gorgeous, especially you and Laura. 

Finally, after we've all had three or four brews, Laura stands up and asks Greg, "Want to take a walk?"

"Sure," he says. And off they go down the beach, beers in hand.

"Want to go for a swim?" you ask, rising so your sweet pussy is at eye level.

"Sure," I say, although there are things I'd rather do. But I follow you down to the water, admiring the movement of your ass as you walk through the pebbly sand. 

The waves are about ankle high and the water is very warm, and we are quickly up to our waists in that long patch of moonlight. You grab handfuls of water, splash them on your face and hair, and then you turn to me. I take you in my arms and kiss you, pressing our nude bodies together. My stiffening cock meets your moist patch and I feel you press against me. Then you spin away and playfully dive under the water.

After floating idly and swimming a bit, I move closer to shore and kneel in the water so it is just washing over my thighs. I watch you coming toward me, naked and wet, your tits bouncing, your hips swaying, and my cock begins to stiffen again. You notice. 

Smiling slyly, you drop to your knees, lean forward and softly take the head of my penis in your mouth. Your tongue moves slowly on the sensitive underside as your hand grips the shaft, squeezing me to full hardness. After sucking for a while, you look up and smile. 

"Oh, yeah," is all I can say as you take my erection back in your mouth with a soft moan of pleasure. 

Looking down the beach, I see Laura and Greg in the distance. They are embracing and kissing at the water's edge. You are are bringing me closer to orgasm, stroking my cock and licking at the slit in the head with the very tip of your tongue. It all looks so gorgeously surreal in this moonlight.

"Come on," you say almost urgently, standing and taking my hand. "I want to fuck." 

I follow you back to the blanket, my erection bobbing, and you lie down, spreading your legs and pulling me to you as I come down. I kiss your lips, your neck, your breasts, licking the salt off them as I grind my cock into you. Your hand guides me to your pussy and I slide in easily. The wet warmth is sheer ecstasy and I pump slowly and evenly, watching the lust and pleasure growing in your eyes.

"Well, look at you two lovebirds," I hear Laura say. She and Greg are standing over us, watching. 

I've never had sex in front of anyone before, but I am so turned on and this just pushes me to the top. You, too. Your moans and the way you are pulling my hips toward you, taking my cock as deep as you can, make me fight the urge to come. 

I gaze at the moon for a few seconds to regain control, but it isn't easy. Laura is stroking Greg's huge erection. Dropping to his knees,he kisses his way down her stomach as her hands cup the back of his head, spreading her legs wider and ultimately guiding his face to her nude pussy.

"Oh, god," she moans as his mouth covers it, and pushing her hips hard against his face as he licks.

This is too intense. All boundaries, all reservations and inhibitions are being crossed on this wave of lust and drink. I feel hornier than ever before in my life and have to look away, but your cries of pleasure are so exciting I don't have much chance to cool down. When I look again, Laura is lying on her side on the blanket next to us, and she guides Greg's erection into her from behind, and from there they watch us intently while he slowly fucks her. 

Your moans, her cries, the sight of her lustful face with half-closed eyes, her tits, and belly, his cock sliding in and out of her creamy cunt, the sensation of my rock hard erection in your warm, slick pussy, the scent of sex in the air, the breeze on our bodies, and that moonlight....

You and I come almost at once, in a shuddering frenzy. As your loud cry fills the air, Laura and Greg come, their eyes closed, their mouths open, him furiously burying his spurting penis deep within her.

After the pleasure subsides, we all lie there in the afterglow for several minutes. Then she says, "Well, I hope it was good for you," and rolls away from Greg. I lie on top of you, my cock slowly softening in your sopping pussy as I watch her get a beer. The moonlight catches a glint of cum running down the inside of her thigh.

For the next hour, we sit quietly, still nude, drinking more beer and listening to the waves as the moon slowly courses overhead. And as the conversation returns, the subject soon becomes sex.

"Did you like being watched?" Laura asks.

"Oh, yeah, that was definitely a turn-on," I say.

"I always wondered if I could do it in front of people," you say to Laura. "But I liked it."

"It is a turn-on, isn't it?" she says.

"I like to watch," Greg adds.

"Do you?" Laura asks, with mock displeasure.

"Sure. I'd love to watch two women."

"Oh, really?" you ask. "Is that some kind of hint, Greg?"

"Guys always like to watch women," Laura adds.

"Yeah," he says, swilling some beer. "You know what really gets me hot?"

"What?" Laura asks.

"A woman eating out another's woman's ass," he smiles. "Man, that is so wicked horny."

"You'd like to see that, huh?" Laura asks.

"Oh, yeah," he replies, knocking back another swig.

"How about you?" you ask, your hand on my thigh, your index finger lazily brushing the head of my cock.

"I have to admit all this talk is getting me fired up," I say, and you look down, gently taking my cock in your hand and giving it a couple of squeezes.

"I'll just bet you'd love to see me lick Annie's ass, wouldn't you?" Laura says wickedly, and I feel your hand tighten on my cock, which is almost fully hard again. You begin stroking it as we talk. I notice that Laurs is watching closely.

"So, you want to lick my asshole, huh?" you ask her, trying to joke but your voice wavering just a bit. I could tell you were getting aroused.

"Why not," Laura grins, looking at Greg then back at you. "I like you enough to stick my tongue up your ass..."

I feel you shudder and I lean in to kiss your neck. "That would be hot.." I whisper, half joking but fully sure that this is just another of the raw teases you two often engage in. On more than one occasion you joked about being so fed up with guys that you'd start having sex with each other. Yet it hadn't happened...as far as I knew.

You look at me for a moment and swallow. There's some awkward silence before Laura stands up and then sits down next to you. 

"Your ass kind of turns me on," she says, brushing a strand of hair off your face. 

You smile and take a deep gulp of beer. "Oh, really," you say softly. There is more silence. Your eyes meet Laura's.

A bolt of excitement shoots through me as you rise to your knees, move to the head of the blanket and kneel forward with your sexy ass in the air, your legs just so. Your plump white cheeks are parted just enough so the sexy slit of your anus is visible in the moonlight. "You want to lick this?" you ask.

"Oooh," Laura purrs, moving toward you to gently kiss your bare cheeks, moving her hands over them in slow swirls. "You have a pretty one." Her middle finger lingers on your anus.

And when she kisses it, I notice Greg is hard again, too. We are transfixed as Laura begins kissing and licking your buttocks. She plants a line of kisses from the small of your back down to the valley between your cheeks, which she parts even wider, slightly opening your anus, which she slowly licks and teases and probes with her tongue as you moan your delight. 

"Tastes so good...you're salty," she says, licking more intently. Greg is stroking himself now. Laura's face is now buried in your ass, her tongue no doubt sliding deeply into your anus. You cry out as she begins tongue fucking you slowly, pulling your hips to her so she can reach farther inside you.

After several minutes of this, Greg suddenly comes with spurts of thick semen as you make sounds of pleasure I'd never heard before. Laura is absorbed in her lust until she looks up and notices him sitting there with gooey white come all over his softening cock. "Take over," she says to me, before turning to him and licking the semen off the head, the shaft and his belly.

"I want your dick in my ass," you pant as I approach you from behind. 

"With pleasure," I say, placing the head of my erection on your wet anus, pushing gently and finding myself sliding into amazingly pleasurable tightness. 

I watch my cock moving in and out of your nude bottom, a little deeper with each stroke, and the sight is intensely exciting. Soon Laura and Greg have moved closer and are watching intently. I try to stroke slowly and make it last, but this is too much. I explode into an overwhelming orgasm and collapse on your back, feeling you shake, hearing you cry as you come and your anus clenches my spasming hard on.

It takes a minute or two for the cloud to clear, and when it does, my soft cock slides from your asshole, followed by a slick stream of come. Before I realize it, Laura is nudging me out of the way and licking it off your slightly open hole. Her tongue works in for more as you moan and wiggle your ass in her face. Greg begins to slowly get hard again. After Laura leaves you, she takes my spent cock in her mouth, urging it to swell yet again....and you begin to kiss her back....

Overhead, the full moon continues it's journey as the waves quietly lick at the shore.



Moonlight



It was a warm night, the breeze from the ocean offsetting the heat. The moon had risen full over the eastern Caribbean. After a long day of hiking and snorkeling, my wife had gone to bed. I wasn't sleepy, so around midnight, I walked from the condo up the dirt road to where it ended on the cliff. At some time in the past a bench had been set there, so one could enjoy the view. I sat down to take in the view. From where I sat I could look east from St. John towards Norman Island and Peter Island and beyond. Lights from a cruise ship twinkled on the horizon. The full moon illuminated the landscape almost as if it were daylight. 

I sat there for about twenty minutes, enjoying the breeze and view. I heard footsteps coming up the road behind me and I knew I wasn't going to be alone much longer. A tall figure came around the bench. Noticing me he asked, "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all", I said. I scooted over on the bench a bit. My new companion was a tall man probably in his early fifties. His short hair was just turning gray. Like me, he wore only sandals and shorts. 

After a few minutes we struck up a conversation, remarking on the view and the warmth of the night. He introduced himself as Jeff and mentioned he was staying at the condos too. 

Suddenly he said, "I really like coming up here in the evenings and sitting naked in the breeze. Would it offend you if I took my shorts off?" I was surprised by the request but it didn't shock me; truth be told, I came up here some nights and did the same thing.

"No, that's fine," I said, "and I'll join you". Together we shucked our shorts and sat back down. I love the feeling of sitting naked in the tropics. It was warm and the breeze tickled my body. Against my will, I felt my cock stirring. I glanced surreptitiously at Jeff's cock. It was probably 8" semi-erect, how big it would get when hard got my curiosity. I don't usually go hunting for men; my wife and I have a great relationship. But occasionally I feel the need for something else. Now sitting next to a naked man alone on the cliffside bench was awakening that need.

As if sensing the same thing, Jeff said, "You know, sitting here like this, sometimes it makes me really horny, you know? Sometimes I think I'd do just about anything." 

I got the hint. "I know exactly what you're saying," I said, "sometimes I come up here and get so turned on I have to jerk off."

Jeff smiled and his right hand reached for my left thigh and squeezed lightly. The dance had begun. In response, I just spread my legs wider. His hand caressed my thigh for a few moments and then he reached for my cock. It exploded into hardness as his hand wrapped around it. I groaned as he slowly worked his hand up and down it. I threw my head back and closed my eyes. I tried to reach his cock, which I could see bobbing against his stomach. "Don't worry about it," he whispered. Then he slipped off the bench and knelt on the ground between my legs. Without a word, he slipped my cock into his mouth. Now I really moaned as he slowly and expertly sucked me off. First he would take all of my seven inches in his mouth gently sucking. Then he'd come off and lick my cock up and down, then move down and suck my balls into his mouth. After a few minutes of this, he worked his way lower and I felt his tongue on my asshole. He rimmed me with great enthusiasm. I put my feet on his shoulders and shifted so he could get a better angle. His tongue started to probe my hole and I just about went over the top.

This went on for minutes. His technique was incredible and he seemed to know when I was about to come, then back off. I held his head in my hands as I urged him on. Finally, he took me back in his mouth and it was too much. I whispered hoarsely that I was coming and he dove down on me. I exploded in his mouth and he took all my cum. Completely spent, I collapsed. Jeff stood up, then bent down and kissed me, long and hard, his tongue playing with mine. I almost passed out from the passion of it.

He broke the kiss. "Turn around," he said. I shifted on the bench so that I was kneeling on it, facing away from him. I leaned forward as far as I could, leaning over the back of the bench. I felt him behind me and then the head of his cock at my ass. Slowly, gently, he pushed forward. My body resisted for only a moment and then he slipped in, lubed by his tongue job and some of my cum. He took his time and slowly worked into me. I had only a brief glance at his cock before I turned around and it must have been at least 10". It felt more like two feet. Finally, I felt his pubic hair tickling my ass and I knew he was in. He started moving in and out, taking his time and spinning out his pleasure. 

It felt so good. In the hot tropical night, breeze blowing, the landscape lit by the moon, the huge cock up my ass. I stretched as wide as I could for him. He continued to pump me.

Then I heard voices on the road. I looked up to see a young couple strolling up the road, no doubt enjoying a romantic moonlit walk. At first they didn't see us, but about thirty feet away they stopped. Jeff was still moving in and out of me. I know he saw them but neither one of us particularly cared. The young woman whispered something to her companion and pulled on his arm. He resisted and they whispered amongst themselves. Finally the young woman turned and hurried off back down the road. The young man watched us silently for a few moments. He appeared to be in his twenties and was about 5'6" with dark hair and dark eyes and well built. 

After a moment he started walking towards us and as he did he unbuttoned his pants and pulled his zipper down. I smiled to myself. He walked right up to me and pulled out his cock. It was a good seven or eight inches and hard. He held it out and I opened my mouth and he slipped it in. Keeping one hand to balance myself on the back of the bench, I grasped the root of his cock. I took him deep into my mouth and started sucking him off, my tongue playing with the underside of the head. He closed his eyes. A soft groan came from him. I worked my way up and down the shaft, then licked around the head. Meanwhile, Jeff was still working in and out of my ass.

I was feeling pretty nasty. I let his cock fall from my lips. I looked up at my new friend and said "She doesn't do this enough for you does she?" He groaned and I licked the length slowly and seductively then took the head in my mouth. After a moment I came off again. "You really want her to suck you off and she won't will she?" He shook his head and I deep throated him again. "I'm going to give you a blow job you'll never forget," I said and he groaned louder. I bent to my task, licking and sucking, taking as much of him as I could, licking down the length, pausing to suck his balls into my mouth. He suddenly reached out and grabbed my head with both hands and started to fuck my mouth.

My new friend tried to increase the tempo, but I resisted and instead licked and teased him. I swirled my tongue around the head, then sucked on it hard. I'd let him fuck my mouth for a minute, then slow him down with the pressure of my hand still wrapped around the base. I'd suck the first half while I gently stroked him with my hand. Then I'd slowly take all of him in my mouth and work in and out. After minutes of this I could hear him moaning and feel him twisting and I knew he was close.

All this time, Jeff was fucking my ass. He was absolutely huge inside me. He'd be gentle for a bit, moving slowly in and out. Then he would pick up the pace and pound me without mercy. After a bit I heard him grow and I knew Jeff was finally going over the edge. His thrusting suddenly became faster and faster. I could feel his hands clenching on my hips. I stopped sucking my friend for a minute so I could concentrate on the fucking I was getting. I was panting "uh, uh" as pounded in and out. He gave one last thrust, grunted and I could almost feel him firing his load up my ass. He shuddered and then with a plop his cock slipped out of my ass. I felt open and empty. I could feel his cum trickling out of my ass. 

I quickly resumed sucking my unnamed friend. I went down on him with a vengeance, sucking as hard and as fast as I could. He went fast. He put his head back and cried out. Suddenly, my mouth was filling with hot, salty cum. Yum! I swallowed most of it, the rest running down my chin. I continued to gently suck and lick him until he softened. Then I let his cock slip out of my mouth. 

"Thanks," he whispered, and he stepped back, zipped up his pants and returned down the path. I sank to bench with Jeff. He wrapped his arms about me and we lay there for a while, coming back to reality, watching the sea in the moonlight.



Moonlight



He slipped through the shadows of the darkened house. It was late, well after midnight, and the household was sleeping. Even though he knew the layout of the house like the back of his hand, Tom still managed to nearly knock over a table lamp. He rolled his eyes, as he carefully picked his way around the living room to the stairs. His mother was the biggest pack-rat on the face of the Earth, always collecting more knick-knacks to clutter her home with.

The family wasn't expecting him until the next evening, but the his professors at college had decided to let out early for the holidays and he opted not to wait till the next day to leave. He was too excited. Everyone would be coming home; his sister and her family, a favored uncle, and grandparents who lived in Arizona were visiting for the first time in years.

Moving slowly and quietly, he finally made it up the stairs without waking anyone. As he entered his room, Tom breathed a sigh of exhausted relief. It had been a long semester followed by an exceptionally long drive. Ready to fall into blissful unconsciousness, he quickly began stripping his clothes off his lanky form as he walked across the room. As he neared the moonlit bed, he heard a soft sigh coming from beneath the rumpled covers. 

Tom froze, comically balancing on one leg in his boxers as he tried to untangle the other from his pants. The delicate pixy face of his sister's long time friend, Katherine (or Kat, as she preferred), was buried in the cushion of his pillow. Though she was frowning slightly, the beauty he had fiercely desired as a randy teenager was apparent even in the dark.

She had short brown hair that spiked adorably around her head. Her skin was a tan color found on those who preferred time spent outdoors. Even with her eyes shut, he knew they were a beautiful, mahogany brown. Her dusky coloring added an exotic allure to her softly pointed chin, high cheek bones, and arched eyebrows.

Then she shifted irritably and threw the covers off as if too hot. Tom felt as if he had been punched in the stomach with a hard, hot ball of pure lust. 

She was barely dressed in a pair of satin white panties, and a matching slip that had loosely twisted up to expose a trim stomach. She the embodiment of female grace; with long, slender legs and flowing curves, and youthfully firm breasts disproportionately large for her petite build.

His mouth hung open as he stared at a dream come true: an unbelievably gorgeous woman sleeping in his bed. Kat was his sister's best friend, but his stiffening cock didn't seem to care. As far as it was concerned, she was a sexy body just waiting to be invaded.

Of course, Tom had some scruples. They were just being distracted by two rosy circles that shone through the veil of her white slip. Her nipples suddenly puckered, as if his intense gaze was a tangible caress.

Hypnotized, Tom jerked his leg free of his jeans, and dropped them to the floor. He stood over her sleeping form for a moment, drinking in his good fortune, before reaching out with his hand. Like water over her satin cover, he grazed the aroused nipple softly with the back of two fingers. Kat instinctively arched into the touch, and he figured that her response was an encouraging sign.

So to not disturb her, Tom slipped lightly into the bed. Kat murmured in her sleep as she turned into his warmth. 

Nestled into the crook of his shoulder, he had a perfect view of her lovely profile, as well as a perfect euphoria of having her lush, perfectly nude body pressed against his. The strap of her slip drooped down her arm, exposing a single, perfect breast to his hungry gaze.

Oh yes, she was absolutely perfect.

Tom's heart was pounding with excitement, but his hands were gentle as he began the seduction. He let his finger tips glide over her silky skin; from her cheek, down her neck, shoulder and arm. With his thumb, he carefully massaged from her collar bone to the valley between her breasts. Kat was moaning softly with each caress, stirring as if she needed more than the fleeting touches he was giving her.

So, Tom cupped her breast, and bent his head over it. He let his breath feather the sensitive skin, before sucking the tip into his mouth. His tongue rolled over the bud, swirling and spiraling. With an open mouth, he left Kat's delicious breasts to feast upon her abdomen. Over curves, and down the dainty depression of her stomach, he explored the body he had dreamed of for years.

When he reached the delta of curls, he ruffled the soft down with his breath. Kat lifted her hips slightly, and her legs widened as if her dream mirrored the reality she wasn't aware of. With his fingers, he spread the lips that sheltered the nub that gave women such indescribable pleasure. Tom inhaled the heady scent of the female musk, the aroma arousing him like an aphrodisiac, then he let himself taste the heavenly nectar.

His tongue caressed Kat's clitoris with tender finesse, his lips encircling it into the warmth of his mouth. He suckled it, licked it, assuaged his hunger on the honey of her center, and Kat tossed in her sleep, rocking her hips up to meet the pleasure his mouth was giving. 

Slowly, two of his fingers slid into her body, the slick moisture of her desire easing the way. Together, his mouth and hand labored to bring Kat exquisite ecstasy, and when she let loose a whimpered cry and quivered delightfully, Tom fought to control himself from exploding along with her.

Then he felt a pair of hands grasping at his head and shoulders, trying to pull him up. When he complied, rising over Kat's shuddering body, her arms wound around his neck to pull him down to her. Her mouth met his with a desperate kiss, her tongue thrusting deep in a blatant mimicry of sex. Tom groaned as her frenzied kisses nearly broke the control he had battled to maintain, but soon, control didn't even matter.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, and thrust herself upon Tom's surging erection. Sweet fire sheathed his pulsating need with an almost painful tightness that made his blood boil. For a moment, he couldn't move, completely immobilized by an epiphany of paradise.

"Tommy," Kat breathed in his ear, and she moaned when his cock surged at her throaty whisper. "Tommy, please!"

"Jesus," his curse was rough as another flare of desire burned through him. She knew who he was, and she was begging for him. Elated at the knowledge, encouraged by her writhing body and grasping hands, he plunged again into her welcoming heat. He swallowed Kat's scream with another kiss as he impaled her. 

She rose her hips to meet his frantic thrusts, their movements harmonious as they was chaotic. Each driving lunge pushed them further from sanity, until they were mindlessly, wildly coming together. Harsh breaths filled the air, and the room quickly turned sultry from the turbulent loving. There was nothing but the occasional squeak from the bed, and the muffled sighs and groans of pleasure. There was no one, but for the two aching to become one. 

And then the moment came, as Tom delved deep to caress the very end of her, and their hearts beat as one. Everything disappeared in a blaze of golden light, and he emptied himself into Kat's womb as her body rhythmically convulsed around him.

Silence reigned as their gasping breaths bated. Kat's fingers, which had been digging into his shoulders earlier, were now sliding softly up and down the length of his back. Sated, and soothed by her tranquil touch, Tom felt a warm peacefulness overtake him. Before her entrancing caresses lulled him to sleep, he raised his head to gaze upon her.

Her eyes were sleepily heavy, yet they focused on his with golden intensity. He opened his mouth to explain, but her lovely smile stopped him. She took his head in her hands, and pressed her lips to his brow. Another kiss, softly serene, upon his lips, and then she cradled his head in the crook of her neck.

Kat resumed her rhythmic caress, and she whispered softly, "Sleep now." Tommy felt a chuckle rumbling in her chest, "You can explain all this later."



Moonlight



It was early in the morning when we awoke to the alarm blaring out its annoying tone. Every morning was a struggle for me to keep from launching it across the room, smashing it against the wall, throwing it out the window and praying it was ran over by a traveling band of African Elephants or simply putting it in the microwave until it malted and caught fire. I was in the middle of deciding one of these methods of silencing the alarm when Kimberly rolled over the top of me and hit the off button. I always thought that was too humane of a way to shut it off. 

She sat with her legs straddling my hips and looked down at me with a smile. Her red hair was covering most of her face but I could still see her bright green eyes gazing lovingly down at me. It was times like this when I thought my heart would just stop as I looked at her. She whispered "Good morning" in her normal soft voice and kissed me softly. It was funny, she has never had morning breath in the years we have been together but every morning I could taste the sourness of my morning breath. I had a theory that she must wake up before the alarm goes off and brushes her teeth then gets back into bed before I wake up to greet me with fresh breath. 

She would laugh at me every time I accused her of it and say that she never did that. I was gonna catch her one day, but yet again today wasn't that day. I reached up and tucked her hair behind her ears and looked her in the eyes for a moment simply taking in her beauty. I never got tired of seeing her first thing in the morning and knew I never would. She knew what I was doing and sat back letting me get a good look at her body and pushed her chest out. She knew what she was doing and giggled when I began running my hands up her body towards her chest. She never slept with any clothes on no matter how cold it was which always drove me wild for her. She laughed again as I started to grind my hips under hers and told me that that would have to come later. Naturally I knew what she meant, we had to get ready for our annually five week camping trip at Yosemite park in California. 

She was always so ecstatic before any of our camping trips but none as much as Yosemite. Normally we would hike for three days until we found the perfect place then we would set camp. I was always the one lugging the heavy gear but I never minded I was in great shape after years of Military service. I think I gone carrier but I fractured my right leg in a parachuting accident and was discharged. I made a full recovery but by then I lost my love for the service and never reenlisted. 

Kimberly was also in great shape from her years of running track in collage and also being my personal trainer at the local gym. Needless to say she trained me in much more than working out but I'm not going to go into that. She stuck by my side the whole time I recovered from my accident even when I was a complete ass to everyone especially her. She was only trying to help me and at times all I did was yell at her. Of all the women I had been with she was simply the most wonderful of them all. She supported me when I was discharged and stayed by my side when I was as low as a girl could get.

After a few minutes of letting me look at her gorgeous body she slid off of me making sure to let me see everything then walked over to the closet and threw on the small strips of silk she called a robe and headed for the kitchen to put on some coffee. I lay in bed for a few more minutes before throwing on robe and following her into the kitchen. I walked up behind her as she was pouring the water into the coffee maker and squeezed her ass that was hardly being covered by her "robe" making her shriek and spill water all over the counter. 

"Amber!" She laughed setting the coffee pot down and reaching for a dish towel. 

She started to clean up the water but I reached in front of her and took the towel out of her hands and spun her around. I kissed her on the lips and pushed her against the counter then picked her up and set her on the counter top as I untied her "Robe" and pushed it off her shoulders. I took my lips off of hers and started kissing her neck and began running my hands all over her body. 

"Amber baby," She moaned in my hear, "we have to get our gear ready." 

I ignored her as I continued running my hands over her body slowly moving down to between her legs. As I started rubbing her thighs I was suddenly completely wet and not in a good way. I backed up with a shocked gasp and looked at her as a sly smile creped across her lips. She was still holding the coffee pot in the air dripping the last bits of the water on the floor. All thoughts of making love to her was gone instantly and I stood in the middle of the kitchen dripping wet. I just looked at her for a second before turning around without saying anything and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. Given my currant state I think a cold shower would have been the better choice but I loved a hot shower in the morning.

I was just about to shut off the water when Kimberly slid the shower doors open and stepped in. I eyed her cautiously and looked at her hands making sure she wasn't armed with anything that held water. The only thing she was holding was one of our several "toys". 

"I thought we had to get our gear ready." I said. 

"I came to apologies for dumping the water on your head." She said pressing her body against mine.

She stepped closer to me and started kissing me softly as she wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed for several minutes before she jumped up wrapping her legs around my waist . I turned her around in the shower and pressed her back up against the cold shower wall making her gasp. Sometimes I just loved payback. She unwrapped her legs from my waist and dropped down to her knees sliding her hand and tongue between my legs. Now it was my turn to gasp. She knew all the right places to kiss and lick. I leaned my head back letting the water fall on my chest and started moaning loudly. 

It really didn't take long before I was shacking all over and had to lean forward with my hands on the wall to keep from falling over. Kim stood up with a satisfied smile and looked at the "toy" in her hands and said it looks like she didn't need that after all. I took it from her and told her that I think I could find a place for it as I slowly slid it down her body.

"No no no baby." She said taking my hand in hers. "This was me saying sorry for dumping water on your head. We still don't have time to have all the fun we want."

I just shook my head. I had gotten off so I was happy. If she wanted to stay horny all day it was her call. It just meant that she would be ready for me tonight. So I shut off the water and handed her a towel and started to dry off myself before we got dressed and started getting our stuff ready.

Probably the best thing about the two of us being such neat freaks had to be the fact that it never took us more than a few hours to get all of our gear together and into the truck. It was always my job to get everything tied down and with the help from my neighbor Mike the truck was loaded and secured with no less that twenty bungee cords. It was my dad's favorite thing to say that you could have too many bungee cords to tie down a load. 

Kimberly was in the kitchen making several sandwiches for the trip and packing them into a small cooler with a couple soda's and chips. I grabbed our two large packs and tucked them in the back of the truck and pulled the tarp over them. Everything was ready and I handed Mike the keys to the house so he could look after things for us and went in to help Kimberly with lunch. 

"Hi baby." She said with a half eaten pickle in her mouth. "Is everything ready?" 

"Just waiting on you." I said kissing her on the back of the neck and grabbed a pickle myself. 

She handed me the cooler so I could put it in the truck and went to grab the last of her things. I was waiting in the truck with the engine already running when she came running out of the house like she had just set a bomb and hopped into the truck yelling for me to go. This was normal behavior for her, her excitement always boiled over in the last minutes before we began the trip. I knew in under an hour she would be passed out leaning against the window like always. I dilled in our destination into our GPS even though I knew the way by heart. 

It was a seven hour trip from San Diego to Yosemite national park and just like I figured, Kimberly was asleep almost exactly an hour into the trip. I drove almost straight through the seven hours eating the sandwiches and drinking the sodas until Kimberly woke up and asked if I could pull off at the next rest stop so she could stretch her legs. We were surrounded by large Sequoia trees as we pulled into the rest stop showing us just how close we were to Yosemite. Kimberly jumped out of the car as soon as it came to a stop and started walking around stretching her legs and back. I got out as well and stretched a little as I walked towards the bathroom what was in the back of the small information center. I walked into the bathroom and turned around and walked right back out looking like I had seen a ghost. I shook my head and decided that shitting my pants would have been more sanitary than going into that restroom. 

I did however take a step into the woods and let the presser off of my bladder as I kept my eyes peeled for anyone that was coming. When I got back to the truck Kimberly was nowhere to be found. I took me less than five seconds to know where she was. I walked along a small trail until I heard her stomping her way through the dead leaves on the ground. 

"Are you about ready to go baby?" I called in the direction of the noise. 

I saw her head pop up over the top of a rock and the look on her face told me that she didn't want me standing there and looking. I guessed she must have either seen the restroom or she had just figured what it would look like. I snickered and headed back to the truck and climbed into the truck and waited. She came walking out of the trees a minute later and climbed into the truck. 

"Did you wash your hands?" I asked jokingly as I started it up and pulled out of the rest stop. 

She snickered and reached into the glove box and pulled out a travel size bottle of hand purifier and squirted a dab on her hands and rubbed it in. After years of taking camping trips with Kimberly I knew her traveling style. I knew she would be wide awake and jabbering like crazy the rest of the trip. That didn't bother me seeing as I loved her soft voice. Everyone that she spoke to would always asked her to repeat what she had said because how softly she spoke. I always heard what she said, I guess it was because I loved her from the second I saw her in the gym. The rest of the trip she was asking me what I had seen while she was asleep. I laughed and told her that I had seen the same things I saw every year. 

She didn't let me get away with that kind of answer like I knew she wouldn't. She simply sat in the passenger seat with her whole body turned towards me not saying anything. Finally after a few seconds of silence I began telling her about the trip not leaving out any detail. Once I was finished she seemed happy and began chattering about the next three days of hiking. We were less than an hour away from the parking area where we would begin our hike and Kimberly was getting even more excited. By the time we pulled into the parking area she was almost jumping out of her seat. 

The parking area was almost deserted save for one small car that looked like it had been parked there for a few days. It was still the early season for camping but there were always a few diehard campers that hit the trails early to get the best spot they could get. We pulled into one of the many empty spaces and climbed out of the truck and stretched. Kimberly walked along the back of the truck and began the task of removing all of the bungee cords and tarp as I went to the front of the truck and began removing the starter like I always did when we left the truck sitting for more than three days.

Once the starter was out I packed it into the bottom of my pack then began loading all of the gear I could into it. Once it was stuffed with clothes, survival items and some of the food. I attached our cooking gear to the top and cinched it down with a small flap of cloth that I had attached when I bought it. Finally I attached my sleeping bag and three person tent to the bottom with rope then went to help Kimberly load her pack. The last thing I grabbed out of the truck was my dads old .308 rifle and plenty of ammo. Finally we were ready to begin our long hike to our first camp site. It was already getting dark when I heaved my pack onto my back and clicked the buckles around my chest and waist before helping Kimberly put on her pack. Between us we were carrying just over two hundred pounds of gear most of which was on my back. We started down the only trail leading into the forest taking in the beauty of the tall trees and lush plant life that was covering the forest floor. 

We followed the main trail for an hour before we came to an area where the trail branched off in several directions. I asked Kimberly if she was ready for the real hiking and she nodded once. We stepped off the trail and began wading our way through the thick plant life keeping one eye ahead of us and the other eye on the ground to make sure we didn't walk into any poison oak or trip on a tree root as we went. By the time the sun was all the way down we had come to a small clearing where we were going to make camp for the night. Tomorrow was going to rough. We had almost 20 miles to cover over some harsh country before hitting our next camp site near a waterfall. 



Moonlight



Author Notes: Moonlight is a vignette, a brief sketch of a few minutes in the life of a married couple. The sketch gives no hint of why and little of who other than names. I used Mary and John for the couple and Samuel for the lover because they are among the most common names in the Judeo-Christian world. The what happens of the sketch is fifteen minutes in the life of a married couple; there is nothing beyond the boundaries of this Moonlight.


Country living is dark at night, dark and quiet. The only light comes from the moon, the stars and the two mercury vapor field lights. The only noise, crickets, cicadas and an occasional dog bark. I half sensed, half heard Mary coming home; her arrival disturbed my deep sleep. The clock on the bedside table told me it was one-twelve, late, but not as late as she has been other Thursdays.

Mary made as little noise as possible, but still I sensed her car pulling in the driveway. I sensed her entering our house. Then there were no more senses for a while, the sensing her entering our bedroom did not follow. There was a wait, longer than usual, and then she appeared. Mary must have undressed downstairs, only the white of her bra and panties contrasted with her tawny body colored by time in sunlight. The bra, especially, reflected the blue-white color of moonlight. 

"Hi Baby, I'm glad you're home." 

"Hi Baby, I'm glad you're awake. I will need a kiss in a minute." 

Mary walked silently to the window and she posed in the moonlight. Mary's hands squeezed her breasts for a moment and then reached behind to the bra snaps. 

"I'll get that for you, Baby." 

"No, I can. I have something else for you to do tonight." Mary removed her bra and threw it toward John. A quarter turn brought her directly facing her husband, hands on hips, thumbs hooked in the elastic of her panties.

Mary was good at posing, her legs spread, it seemed as though the panties should be coming off now. They stayed in place as Mary enjoyed showing some but not all. Her hands slowly drifted forward and under the fabric; she cupped her sex. John was wide awake now, awake and watching. When tension in the room reached the perfect pitch, panties came off and flew through the air. They followed the flight path of her bra and landed on John's face.

Mary moved quickly, before John brushed them aside she pressed them tight to his face and began kissing her husband through them. She worked the cotton crotch swath to his lips and french kissed that moist cloth into John's mouth. Her tongue pushed the crotch deep into him and her lips sealed his. John knew he was to suck, suck her juices; suck someone else's juice mixed with hers. Whose juice, whose was it tonight? As soon as Mary's lips released the garment, he had to ask.

"Samuel, my Little Black Sambo, but he certainly isn't little. He's just my Sambo." Mary flopped on her back, in bed next to her husband. She lay on top of the sheets stretched out, allowing her body to feel the cool air in their bedroom. "I'm hot and sweaty; Samuel's air conditioning is broke." 

"So that's why you undressed as soon as you got inside?" 

"No, my dress is in the car, my dress, shoes and purse." 

"What took you so long?" 

"I was playing with my pussy; I wanted to feel myself one last time tonight." 

John laughed.

"I'm hot and sweaty", Mary repeated. She cupped and raised her left breast, "Lick me here, lick my sweat away and let me get cool." 

"Do you want to shower?" 

"No, I want you to clean me, cool me; cool me with your tongue." 

John began to lick along her ribcage. He licked where Mary directed him. John was familiar with his wife's taste, her odors. He knew her body scent, her soap and perfume scent. What John tasted was a new combination tonight; Mary and Samuel, her chosen partner for the evening. He looked at Mary, "I can taste him on you." 

"Yes, I said he had no air conditioning. Samuel fucked me three times, always missionary; we dripped sweat all night. I'm sticky with us. Keep licking me!"

John's tongue worked up Mary's body to underneath her breast. Here, at least, was pure Mary, the flavor he knew well. John burrowed his nose in to breathe her pure scent as he licked. Here was pure her, purity in a wife who has spent the evening fucking and being fucked by someone other than husband. A patch of her body she kept only to herself, John reveled in this part of her body. Mary pushed him onward.

Samuel's sweat must have run profusely off the top of Mary's breast, her side tasted strongly of the new scent. Samuel's taste overwhelmed hers here; John tried to move on quickly but Mary held him in place. "Clean me good there, Baby, Samuel buried his sweaty head there all through our second time. He worked hard to get us both off together. Lick me clean, it is as close as you can get to him." John worked equally hard washing away Samuel sweat and odor.

When Mary was satisfied, she shifted John's attention to her right breast. This part of her body had a crusty texture. John's eyes lifted to look in question as his tongue took a tentative stab at Mary's crust covered nipple. 

"I sucked him off after our last fuck; I swallowed half and the rest went there, right on my nipple. He painted it. Suck it clean while I tell you." John recoiled at first, he hesitated. "Do it! Suck my tit clean!" John lowered his head, licked and sucked. 

"Samuel pulled from my mouth and skewered that nipple with his cock. He still had three good spurts, a big puddle. Then he spread it over my tit with his cock. It was late, I needed to dress and come home to you. I just put my panties and bra on; the tit you are licking was still covered with his wet cum. It was sticky as I was driving home and my car will smell like him for a week at least. I just carried my things as he walked me out; they are still in the back seat. When I last saw Samuel, he was standing naked in front of his house watching me drive away."

"Who will it be next Thursday?" 

"I don't know, haven't decided. I may call Samuel and see if his air conditioning is still out. I liked our sweaty sex, slipping and sliding in sweat. I am sure we can find another interesting body part to decorate for the drive home. He left three big loads of cum in my pussy, but you don't have to clean those. I want to keep him in me while I sleep. Come Baby, hold me and let's do that."



Moonlight



Security guard isn't the most glamourous job in the world, but it suits me fine. After all, who else gets paid for sitting around watching a monitor all night? It's a bit monotonous, but it gives me time to think. You can go into a kind of zen trance watching all the nothing going on. Lately I had been working this university gig – campus cops. It wasn't bad. I got to walk around a bit, and the worst I had to do was break up a frat brawl or escort a panicky girl back to her dorm.

It was Tuesday night, so things were particularly uneventful. I was on my usual 1 AM sweep of the campus. The only sound was the wind flowing between the branches of the auburn trees, knocking off a few more leaves. I flicked my flashlight around, casting a sweep of light over the ground, not really expecting to find anything. But I did.

She was lying on the grass of the quad, covered in a blanket of leaves. Her black hair fell around her in clumps. Looking serene in sleep, she was unconsciously sucking on a blade of grass between her pale pink lips. I stood there for a minute, stunned at both her beauty and the strangeness of the situation.

The girl slowly began to open her eyes, stirring at the beams of the flashlight. She sat up, yawning and stretching her arms, then seemed surprised that it was still night. "What's going on?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing," I said. "You need some help getting home?"

She stood up, flushed, and dusted herself off. "No – no, I'm fine. I'm so sorry, it's just..." The girl trailed off.

I tried to smile cavalierly. "Don't worry, I see it all the time. Here, I'll take you to your dorm."

She stared at the ground. "I don't have a dorm."

"Well then, do you have a friend here you could stay with or--"

And that's when she started crying. I stood there stiffly. I was never any good around crying women. I wrapped my jacket around her and gave her an awkward pat on the shoulder. "Here. Let me take you into the office and we'll get this straightened out, okay?"

She nodded dumbly. Well, it was a start.

--

My office wasn't really an office, just a small amount of room behind the security desk, but since it had a computer I liked to imagine it was an office. I lead the girl to a seat and told one of my co-workers that I would take over manning the desk. He shuffled off to get his sixth coffee of the night.

I turned to the girl, who was pulling her thin jacket tight around her. "So, who are you?"

"My name's Rebecca," she said.

I gave the officious response. "Nice to meet you, Rebecca. I'm Joanne, Campus Security." They said doing it like that was supposed to help you remember the person's name. "Why don't we see about getting you home, or at least somewhere safe and warm for the night?"

"Don't got either of those." Her eyes were green like verdigris, and a little frightening in their intensity.

Upon prodding Rebecca provided her last name – Rose – and I did a quick search on the campus database. It turned up two parents as emergency contacts. "Why don't you stay with your parents? It says here that they live in the city..."

"My parents kicked me out," Rebecca said, trying to act casual. "For being a dyke."

My throat dried. "I'm so sorry. Do you have any friends or anyone else that you can stay with?"

She shook her head. "Nah. You'd think I would at least wait until I had a girlfriend to come out, but no. I just wanted that happy touchy-feely moment of family togetherness and acceptance so bad." She laughed bitterly. "Didn't really work out the way I'd planned."

On impulse I grabbed her hands and squeezed. "Hey. This isn't your fault. Whatever ends up happening, remember that they're the assholes here, not you."

Rebecca looked a little amused. "I thought you were a security guard, not a shrink."

"I'm a woman of many talents."

"Whatever... anyways, the past week or so I've just been sleeping on campus. It's actually kind of nice. You know, sleeping under the stars, communing with nature – all that shit."

"What are you going to do when winter comes?"

That shrug again. "Haven't really thought about it yet." I felt sorry for Rebecca, but there was a part of me to reach across the desk and throttle her when she said things like that.

I tapped the desk. "Hang on there. I'll make some calls, see if we can work something out."

"It's not like I've got anywhere to go," Rebecca said. She was right. Beyond her personal situation, campus at these dead-of-night hours was like a cage – no buses, few cars, nothing around for miles but student slums and highways. You had to wait for whoever let you in to come around and let you out again.

I did indeed make some calls, but of course no one was answering this early. I left messages hoping they wouldn't be overlooked or chucked into the labyrinth of university bureaucracy. I returned to my room to tell Rebecca the no-news, but she was already asleep in her seat, head tilted to rest on her own shoulder. She looked really cute. I'll confess that I sat there and stared for a couple minutes, taking in the smoothness of her face, the serenity of her closed lids, the heave of her sizable chest as she breathed... it felt a little wrong, but I figured there was no harm in looking. Looking was all I was getting lately after all.

With a sigh I sat down and started up another round of Tetris.

--

Morning came, and with it a round of answers, none in the affirmative. There were no free spaces in residence she could use, no funding to get her a hotel room, nothing but condolences and helpless shrugs from the few staff or agencies that bothered to reply. The campus LGBT organization said she could stay in their clubroom, but that didn't sound like much of an improvement, unless these kinds of organizations had come far from the dingy plastic-chairs days of my youth.

Rebecca woke up and grumbled that she needed some coffee. I went with her to the nearest coffee shop, not mentioning that my shift had been over for an hour. She tried to pay with a pile of change, but I waved her off and got it. She mumbled a thanks.

"Well, the bad news is that I haven't been able to find a place for you yet," I said as she slurped up her coffee tongue-burningly fast.

"I already did the rounds," she said. "Believe me, this is my best option for now. Thanks for pretending to care though."

That desire to strangle her was back. "What do you mean pretending? I'm really trying to help you here."

"Well," Rebecca said. "Unless you're living out of a dumpster too, you've probably got a place to stay. But of course, that's too good for me."

I hadn't even considered having her over at my apartment. Up until this point I was just working, thinking of what I could do as part of my job. Sure, helping strays wasn't technically part of the job description, but I had been thinking of myself as Guard #372193 and not as Joanne Dickinson, as an institution and not a person. Which raised the question – did I actually care, personally care, about Rebecca? Beyond my job?

It was unfair of her to ask me, of course, and at first I wanted to curse her for the grenade she had thrown in my lap. But I didn't, just staring out at the campus walk as it slowly filled with students. Rebecca was pointedly watching me.

If I let her crash on my couch, I would feel like a sap, like someone whose kindness and loneliness turned them into a doormat. But if I turned her away, I'd feel like a bitch, someone so low as to let a young girl sleep on the streets. It didn't take long to choose which bad things other people (well, mostly me) would say about me.

"Alright," I said to the table. "You can sleep on my couch. But only until you find somewhere else, okay?"

Rebecca got up and flung her arms around me, pressing her cheek to mind. An illicit thrill, a wave of warmth went through me as her breasts descended to touch mine. "Thank you so much! I knew when I saw you that you were a good person. Trust me, I'll be out of there in a few days, I promise."

"Don't worry, there's no rush," I said, feeling benevolent. "And I'd save all those comments about me being a good person until you see my pigsty of an apartment."

Rebecca finally gave me a smile. "I think we're going to get along just fine."

--

I woke up as the sun was beginning to set. My bulk took a little while to respond to my thoughts, but I eventually managed to haul myself up out of bed. I was briefly puzzled as to why I could hear the dull chittering of the TV – I couldn't have left it on, could I? Belatedly the events of last night came back to me. I remembered coming back here with Rebecca in the morning, despite her playful protestations about breaking her perfect attendance record. She had been wide awake, having spent most of the night snoozing in my office, but I needed to hit the hay.

I wandered out into the combination living room/kitchen of my tiny one-bedroom apartment. Rebecca sat there in the same clothes she had worn yesterday (and for who knows how many days before then), watching the 6 o'clock news while digging into a bag of no-name cheese puffs that had been sitting on top of my fridge for a couple weeks. "Hey, have a good afternoon's sleep?"

I shrugged. "The usual."

"I had a shower and some of your food. Hope you don't mind."

I shrugged again. It was all I could do this closely removed from sleep. Having made sure Rebecca hadn't burnt the place down, I went to the bathroom for my usual start-of-day routine. It was pure basics, not like the elaborate make-up rituals some of my girlfriends did. Had done, I supposed, back when they were still my girlfriends. They were getting older too and might not have the energy (or immaturity, I thought) to fight an increasingly uphill battle.

Back to the main room, with Rebecca looking oh-so-sweet. "So Joanne, you didn't tell me you were gay."

I stopped dead, hand reaching halfway towards the drawer with the cereal. "How do you know that?"

"Photos on the fridge," said Rebecca. "Pretty sure that other girl isn't your sister."

I cast my eyes to the photos she was talking about. Me and Kristin, taken almost a year ago, the two of us smiling with our arms around each other. God, I should have taken those down. We had been broken up for months after all. Plus there was something almost taunting about those images – her ethereally pretty form, slender and young, next to my chubby body and butch-plain features. But there was always something more pressing than cleaning up my place, or even paying attention to it.

"No," I said. "She's not my girlfriend either. Not any more, anyway."

"Sorry to hear it. She looks hot."

"You know, I'm not one of your straight friends. You don't have to try and act dykey to shock me or look cool or whatever."

She looked genuinely hurt at the accusation. "What? I just thought she was a cute girl, is all. Not everything I say has an ulterior motive."

She was right, I guessed. But the kind of shamelessness she displayed still irritated me. "Sorry. You're right, she was pretty cute."

Rebecca looked triumphant. "So, you got anything to eat around here? I don't mean to be rude, but it's kinda suppertime. I would go and get something myself, but I'm running a bit low on funds right now, as you can imagine."

"Well, for me it's kinda breakfast time. But there's this diner place down the way that serves all day breakfast, so we can go there. I'll pay."

"Thanks for offering, but after weeks of campus fast food I kinda want a home-cooked meal." The girl was infuriating. What did she think I was, a waitress?

I grudgingly opened my fridge. It was pretty bare – either Rebecca had done a number on it during the day or I needed to go grocery shopping soon or both. But I had both bread and a quarter-eaten brick of cheese hiding in there.

"How does some grilled cheese sound?" I said.

"Fan-fucking-tastic," she said.

"All right. You make the sandwiches and I'll fry 'em up." Rebecca looked a little surprised at being conscripted for the cooking – maybe she did think of me as a waitress after all – but dragged herself off the couch and did her part.

While I was waiting for the frying pan to warm up I wondered why I was doing all this for a girl I barely knew. The standard shrink answer would be that I saw a younger version of myself in her, but I really didn't. When I was her age I was reserved, brimming with subdued anger, and in the closet to everyone I wasn't fucking. For me lesbianism was something you did in private and didn't talk about, not because it was shameful but because it created unnecessary complications – it wasn't an identity you claimed without any experience. I was still like that, to some extent.

The other answer was that it was lust, that I was hoping to get this baby dyke in bed. But I was pretty sure that wasn't it either. I mean, she was hot, but I could get plenty of girls that looked like her without all the hassle. So why was I cooking for her?

After we had finished making the simple meal we sat on the couch and ate, as the news blared on the television. "Man, this reminds me of home," Rebecca said. "Thanks a lot."

"No problem, kid."

She gobbled down her sandwiches at twice the rate that I did. It was understandable, I guess. When she was finished Rebecca sat the plate down on the table and put a hand on my thigh. I froze. Even through my jeans I could feel the warmth and a strange kind of shock.

"What are you doing?"

She rolled off the couch and knelt between my legs. "Well, I figure since you're taking such good care of me I should repay you somehow. And this way sounds best to me."

"Rebecca, I don't need a whore."

I don't know what I expected her reaction to be – relief, anger, something at least – but her expression didn't change one bit. "It's not like that." She undid the button of my jeans. "Don't make a big deal about it. Just sit back and enjoy the ride." 

I wanted to. I really wanted to. But at the same time, I didn't want to take advantage of the situation. Rebecca didn't know what she was doing, not really. I stood up abruptly, grabbing a fistful of denim to stop my pants from falling down. She looked up, confused.

"Look, honey, in this situation I think it's better if we don't..." Had I just called her honey? I never said things like that.

Rebecca nodded glumly. "I know what you mean. But I just don't want to be your charity case, you know."

"You won't be. Trust me, something will open up soon enough."

--

Of course, nothing opened up, at least nothing above the level of a homeless shelter. I wanted to leave Rebecca somewhere she would be safe, but with my salary there was nothing left to offer but my couch. Hell, affording food for two people was straining things as it was. The situation wasn't sustainable for long, and I knew it. But what was I going to do, kick her out?

I woke up a bit more than a week after first meeting Rebecca to a smell that instantly made my mouth water. After throwing some clothes on (one of the things I missed most was being able to wander around my place in various states of undress), I stepped out to discover Rebecca with two frying pans over the oven. Pancakes and bacon. She was wearing an apron and had her hair tied back in pigtails, looking like some kind of domestic goddess.

"Wow," I said.

Rebecca looked over and beamed at me. "Just thought I would make you something for your 6-PM-breakfast. You like?"

"Smells great," I said. "Where did you get this stuff, though?"

"Back of your fridge, back of your cupboards. Hope the bacon's still good." Rebecca had become a regular excavator of my home, finding little treasures I had forgotten about months ago. She was wearing some of them now – Kristin's old clothes, found crumpled on the floor of my closet. My clothes were too big for her, but my ex's fit her eerily well.

The food was great. Rebecca served herself some too, but spent most of the time watching me eat. I almost suspected the apron of being another ploy to attract me, play into some kind of fetish thing. She had been pulling out all the stops over the past week – brazenly changing right in front of me, dropping innuendo at every opportunity, walking around after a shower with a tight pink towel wrapped around her body, riding up above her creamy thighs, dangling precariously off her generous breasts, the type of thing that you could just grab a corner of and gently tug and there she would be for you, unwrapped like a Christmas present, in all her glorious--

I needed to stop. The apron was, I assured myself, just to stop grease or whatever from getting on the clothes. I couldn't let my filthy thoughts get away with me. "So how were your classes?"

"Good," she said. "I've got a ton of reading for next week, but I should be able to get it done. Thinking of taking a Women's Studies minor. I dunno, after all this it just seems really... relevant, y'know."

I did not, in fact, know. Rebecca was an English major, one of those students I had resentfully glared at before. I had never gotten to go to college, but if I did I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have wasted four years and God knows how much money studying old books and feminist screeds. Which reminded me...

"So, what's the deal with your tuition?"

Wrong question. Rebecca looked up at me with a frown. "Well, my parents already paid it for this year, and that's locked in. But after that..."

The silence loomed. "I'm sure they have scholarships for people in your situation," I said, trying to make myself believe it as well as her. I'm not sure why it was so important to me that she get her useless degree, but for that moment it was.

Rebecca shrugged, but the shrug couldn't hide her sadness. On impulse I swept her into my arms and gave her a bear hug. She took refuge in my body, pressing herself close. For all she tried to affect nonchalance, I realized, she was going through some tough times.

I released her and she looked back up at me with a smile, looking refreshed. Well, that was my good deed of the day. I guess she could have accused me of leading her on, but it wasn't like that. It was just a hug. A hug between friends.

--

It was a couple days later, and I had just gotten back from escorting a staggering girl back to her dorm. She kept rambling about how drunk she was and about some boy named Dylan, and I wondered why girls like this got dorm rooms and free rides when Rebecca (or I) didn't. Well, I never expected the world to be fair.

When I got back to my station I found Lewis waiting for me. As far as I can figure out he's my boss, heading up the university security team, although with the mystic academic bureaucracy it's sort of hard to tell who's actually in charge around here. "Hey Joanne. Mind if I talk to you for a minute?"

I nodded, trying to dispel the sinking feeling. He invited me into his office (he actually had an office, albeit a closet-sized one) and had me take a seat.

"I don't want to worry you," he said, which is never a good start to a sentence, "But we've been getting some reports about you having... a relationship with one of the students."

Rebecca. How had they found out? "It's not a sexual relationship, if that's what you're implying."

"Well, a couple students have said you're living with this girl, which I think may be cause for some concern, given that you're an authority figure here." Who were these students? Why did they care so badly about who I was living with?

"Look, all I'm doing is giving her a place to stay for now. Would you prefer she was homeless? Because that's the alternative. I've tried getting her some space--"

He put up a hand to stop me. "Okay, okay. Look, it's just not a very good looking situation all right? Don't put her out on the street, but try to find another place." There was an implicit or else in his tone, for all he tried to seem friendly. The message was pretty clear.




Moonlight



--

When I returned from night shift Rebecca had just woken up. For some reason she made sure to be awake whenever I came in and pester me with a bit of conversation when all I really wanted to do was get to sleep. Today was no different. She sat on the couch in her T-shirt and a pair of my boxers which went down past her knees.

"Good morning Joanne," she chirped. "How was your day?"

"Fine," I said automatically. "Say, have you been telling anyone about our... I mean, you staying here? Any professors or people like that?'

Rebecca shook her head. "Well, no professors, but I might have mentioned it to some friends... some people I met at the LGBT org... they didn't get it though, they thought I was being manipulated or something."

A surge of anger hit me. She was going around bragging to try and make friends, and it might cost me my job. And she just said this to me so fucking innocuously, like she had done nothing wrong. It was just the perfect end to days and days of irritation as this inconsiderate carefree girl waltzed through my life without any concern as to what she might be stepping on, in her tight little towels and revealing clothing and...

I grabbed her by the shoulder and shoved her down to a prone position. She looked startled, like she hadn't been expecting me to get angry at all. "You want to play dyke so bad? I've given you everything I can out of the kindness of my fucking heart and you can't even keep quiet? You realize that I might lose my job now, right?"

Rebecca was shivering. "I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

I grabbed her boxers by the hem and pulled them off her in one smooth motion. Her young cunt was there quivering along with the rest of her, with the lightest thatching of brunette hair, so pink and fresh and promising. "You want me to fuck you so badly?"

She nodded. The little bitch actually nodded. "You desperate little slut," I muttered, and without prelude shoved two fingers into her. She tensed up against me. For a second there I thought she was going to beg off, that she had realized she was in over her head. I paused, giving her a chance to relent. But once again, she couldn't appreciate what she had.

"Well go ahead," Rebecca said. "Give me your best shot, if you're such a tough butch."

That was it. Her shaky bravado had blown away any reason I had left. I pulled out my fingers and thrust them in again. Despite my harsh motions they went in easier this time – the little minx was already getting wet.

Another thrust, the edge of my wrist slamming into her delta, and Rebecca let out a jagged gasp. My fingers inside her began moving in a slow rhythm, thrusting in and out. She was beginning to writhe against me, thrusting her hips up for more. I kept up the slow and deliberate rhythm, wanting to see her squirm.

I leaned down and kissed her on the neck, biting in just enough to make her feel a little pain with her pleasure. Her gasps began to sound less shocked and more aroused, as my anger was changing into a violent arousal that yearned to get out. My fingers began to move increasingly fast, thrusting into her waiting cunt, truly fucking her.

After I had left my teeth marks on her neck I sat up and began picking up the pace of my fingerfucking. I wanted to see her as she moved, flushed and hungry, desperately trying to capture any part of me she could. I slipped a third finger into her and she instantly moaned her appreciation.

Her clit stood straight up, desperate for affection, as did her nipples underneath her shirt, but I ignored all that for now, just fucking her faster and harder. Rebecca's breath got shallow and rapid. "Please... please..." she said with a moan, clearly on the edge of orgasm but unable to make the final step over.

"Please what?" I said, ceasing all motion. "Please stop?"

"Noooooo..."

"I dunno what you want then." I loved being cruel.

"Please Joanne... make me cum."

"Sorry, did I hear you right?" I said. "You want me to make you cum, you little slut?"

"Pleeeeaase!"

I shrugged and started ramming my fingers into her as fast as I can. My thumb brushed up against her clit, and that was all it took. She exploded against me, letting out a deep yell as her hips bucked up and down uncontrollably. I kept fucking her as she came, and just when it looked like she was done she squealed as another climax took her. I pulled my hands out and watched as Rachel thrust her hips up uncontrollably, fucking the air.

It took her a while to calm down and take some deep breaths. Her body was practically glowing – she looked well and truly fucked. For a moment I felt a sense of pride.

Rebecca sat up and leaned over to kiss me. I brushed her away. She let out a murmur of disappointment.

"I need to sleep," I said, as callously as possible. Rebecca looked hurt and uncomprehending. I was kind of glad about that.

As calmly as I could I walked to my room and closed the door behind me, stuffing my laundry hamper in front of the door to stop Rebecca from following me inside. I practically dived onto my bed and shoved my hand down my pants and into my soaked cunt. I finger-fucked myself to a quick but electric orgasm, having to bite down on my lip to stifle my moans as my hips bounced uncontrollably off the mattress.

After I calmed down I realized I had crossed a line, and felt a little ashamed, but not as much as I would have expected. For the most part I just felt really lucid, like a slow syrupy calm had come over me. All the anger and frustration and repressed desire had been exorcised, and now we were on the other side of that chasm with no way of getting back.

--

I didn't remember precisely when I fell asleep, but I must have at some point, because I woke up in the afternoon with the kind of weird soreness that comes from sleeping with your clothes on. I realized that I would have to face Rebecca again. Well, I could always hide in my room forever, but that plan wasn't too appealing to me either.

I changed quickly and tentatively ventured out into the living room. No sign of Rebecca. I remembered that she had night classes today, and wouldn't get back until eleven-ish. I guess I should have felt relieved that that confrontation was avoided, but I didn't.

For the rest of the day I was on auto-pilot. It was a good thing my routine was so undemanding that I could go through it without really paying attention to anything. I'm sure some kid got mugged five feet from me that night and I just walked on by.

I was at the desk watching monitors when Rebecca came in. She looked different, although I couldn't quite place it – maybe it was the jacket or the bookbag slung over her shoulder. But it suddenly seemed like she wasn't just some girl I lived with. She looked like a student, and I was just a small part of her life. Or maybe it was just the look on her face, miles away from the usual mocking exuberance.

"Hey Joanne," she said quietly. "I just wanted to stop by and yet you know... I called my Dad and we talked and I'm gonna be moving back in with him this weekend. Thanks for everything and I'm, y'know, really sorry if it caused you any trouble..."

"That's great to hear," I said. "I mean, not great that you're leaving, but that your family is, you know, accepting of everything and willing to take you back..." The discomfort on her face told me that I was far off. "They are, aren't they?"

Rebecca sighed and stared at the ground. "Well, my Dad wants me to go to this 're-orientation program'... you know, the whole pray the gay away bit. Don't worry, I know it's bullshit... I figure I've just got to mouth the right words and keep the girlfriends on the down-low and I'll keep a roof over my head."

"You know you don't have to--"

"No, it's fine," said Rebecca. "I know you want me out of your hair."

"If this is about last night, I'm sorry. I got mad and it won't happen again."

"No, that was fun," she said, momentarily grinning. "But I mean, I can't keep imposing on you, and I miss my family. I love them, even if they are bigots."

I reached out to stroke her cheek on impulse. She jerked away. "Rebecca, you can't just go back in the closet."

"Well, I can try," she said with a chuckle. "Anyways... I should let you get back to work. Later."

I felt like stopping her as she walked away, but I couldn't think of anything to say. So I just watched as Rebecca's subdued form slipped into the night air.

--

To say the next couple days were strained would be a gross understatement. Rebecca seemed to avoid the apartment whenever I was in it, going out to get dinner on her own every night. She was always sound asleep when I came in at dawn, or at least pretended to be. It felt like I was living with a huge weight on my chest, a weight that no one else could see and I had no idea what to do with.

Finally Saturday morning came. Rebecca was flitting around the apartment looking for anything of hers that she had missed, although it wasn't like she had brought much. She was dressed in the clothes she came in, Kristin's spares tucked away in a bottom drawer for another couple months of gathering dust. Normally my nocturnal schedule would have me in bed right now, but I was staying up with the help of a generously sized cup of coffee.

"I think you have everything," I said with a raised eyebrow. "It's not that big of an apartment, really."

"Let me just check one more time," Rebecca said, continuing to pace.

"You do know that you don't have to do this, right?" I said for what seemed like the fiftieth time. "I mean, I'm not going to kick you out."

"No, you were right," she said. "I don't need to be so in-your-face about the lesbian thing." I don't think I've ever been so upset about someone telling me I was right.

There was a knock at the door that nearly made me spit up my heart. Rebecca's head jerked up, an uncertain expression on her face, and then she went to answer it.

"Daddy!" I got up and turned to see Rebecca embracing an older man. With his casual dress and salt-and-pepper hair he didn't really look like the fearsome patriarch I had been envisioning.

"Sweetheart," he said and kissed her on the forehead. "We've been so worried about you. I'm so glad to see you're safe."

I hesitantly stepped in view as Rebecca went to grab her bag. When her father saw me his expression changed dramatically. I could only imagine myself from his eyes: with my short hair and big masculine build I was the perfect image of the bull dyke corrupting his little daughter. He stepped forward, the corner of his lip twitching.

"So you're the one responsible for this, huh?" he said, face flushing.

"Uh, Dad, this is Joanne. She's been letting me crash here and taking care of me." Rebecca interposed herself between her father and me, obviously trying to cut off any confrontation at the start.

"Taking care of you my ass," he said, shouldering past his daughter. "Listen you. How dare you take advantage of my daughter. She's young, she's confused, and she doesn't need to get dragged into your sick sexual escapades. What have you done to her?" 

"Dad, it's not like that," Rebecca said, tugging futilely at his sleeve.

His voice had raised to a yell. "Well, how about it? What have you done to my daughter, you freak?"

The voice was familiar. It was my voice, the steady internal monologue that had drummed since I had first seen Rebecca, the song of shame and embarrassment. But somehow, when it was outside myself, in the hands of a scared middle-aged man shaking a quivering finger at me, I found the courage to speak back.

"Sir," I said, managing to keep my voice level. "Your daughter loves you, and I'm sure you love her. But you have to accept that she's a lesbian. You have to accept that because it's not going to change, no matter how much shit you put her through."

He slapped me. It didn't hurt, but the look on Rebecca's face was all the pain I could handle. Her mouth hung open as if her lower lip was pulled by fish-hooks, her eyes were dazed and horrified. Rebecca's father looked embarrassed about the whole situation. He turned on me without a word and walked to the front door again.

"Come on, Rebecca," he said. She didn't move. Her eyes were rooted on the couch where she had spent the past several nights. "Rebecca?"

"You don't have to go if you don't want to," I said quietly.

Tears started leaking from Rebecca's eyes and she rushed her hand up to bat them away. It was then that I understood. All her bravado, her youthful cockiness, all of it was a frantic desperate shout, her last line of defence against this terrible smothering silence that had now engulfed the room.

After what seemed like an eternity, Rebecca stepped back. Back towards me. "I'm sorry, Dad," she said. It was only a murmur but we all heard it clearly.

Her father left without a word, letting the door slamming behind him do all the talking. In the last glimpse of his face I felt not the hatred I should feel for him, but sympathy, maybe even some recognition. He looked like I had felt lately – that vague sense of having fucked everything up and not being sure how to start repairing the damage.

Rebecca turned to me, eyes shiny with tears she was doing her best to hold back. "I'm sorry Joanne, I know I--" I cut her off by swallowing her in my embrace, pressing her thin form as close to mine as I could.

"I'm sick of hearing you apologize," I said, and then kissed her on the lips.

Rebecca was cold against me, shocked stiff, but soon her lips parted and yielded to my invading tongue. And then she suddenly started giving as good as she got, tongue lapping hungrily at mine, both of our hands flying over each others bodies rapidly as if we needed to feel every inch of the other's flesh or else it would disappear.

We stumbled down the hallway, lips and bodies locked, until we stumbled over my bedroom. I almost tripped over a pile of dirty clothes, but managed to turn it over into a waltz-like step and deposit Rebecca on my bed. She looked up at me with a grin of exhilaration, and then reached down to take off her top.

It was the first time I had seen her breasts, fully and openly, not just the tops peaking enticingly out of a towel. Like Rebecca herself, they were both less and more impressive behind the wall of seduction and bravado. They stood up straight, vaguely conical, topped with dark red nipples. They were, I thought, the perfect size for playing with, just right to fit snugly in a hand or mouth.

Rebecca noticed my pause and looked at me, probably wondering if something was wrong. I assuaged her fears by climbing onto the bed on top of her and immediately diving into her chest. Rebecca gasped as I left kisses and nips in the valley between her breasts, then leaned over to take one in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the nipple like it was an ice cream cone. She responded with a mewl and a hand in my hair, making sure I kept at it.

I lavished love on both her tits until she was bucking desperately against me, back arching uncontrollably. I smiled and sat up before unbuttoning her jeans. Rebecca leaned back and put her feet on my shoulders, letting me tug off her pants and panties with one smooth motion. And then she was there in front of me, my little minx, nude except for her innocent white schoolgirl socks. Her body was youthful and vibrant and flawless, and at that moment absolutely nothing could have stopped me from having it.

I ran my fingers lightly through her soft pubic hair, passing over her clit but not lingering there. I wanted to treat her gently, to make this different from that anger-fuelled fucking on the couch. As my hands were passing over her pussy lips, showing definite dampness, she reached down and grabbed my wrist. I looked up, surprised.

"You always try to fuck me with all your clothes on," Rebecca said with a teasing smile. "Come on. You're overdressed."

"Really, I'm fine like this..."

She sat up and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. The girl wasn't taking no for an answer. There was nothing I could do but raise my arms and suck my gut in.

I expected a look of revulsion to cross her face. She would try to hide it of course, but there was just no getting around the fact that I looked chubby and washed up, especially next to her perfect young body. But instead she just doggedly moved on to my pants, tugging them off until they were balled around my ankles. The positions seemed to have switched – she was on her haunches leaning over me, rapidly advancing and taking what she wanted, and I was backed up against the wall, fighting the urge to retreat.

She looked over my naked body, saggy and imperfect. "You're beautiful." To my shock, it sounded like she meant it.

Rebecca leaned forward, her head leading like an animal looking for treats. I shifted away instinctively, but ran into the wall very quickly. Rebecca smirked and dove into the valley of my breasts. Her head pressed against my tits, hair leaving angelic touches over my nipples as her tongue fiendishly licked at every square millimeter of flesh it could reach. There was a kind of pleasant heat, a radiance coming from my bosom that I hadn't felt in ages. She was sliding in close to me, pressing her body to me tight as a second skin. The warmth, and her roaming fingertips, were spreading.

She kissed her way down my stomach, loving every curve. When she got too low she grabbed my legs and pulled me out onto the bed with surprising strength until I was spread eagle before me. Rebecca loomed over me, taking a good long glance at my body, and she looked hungry.

Rebecca then lowered herself back down to her ultimate destination: my cunt. I felt her hair descending on my thighs with a feathery touch then, and then her tongue probing between my bushy pubes to find the damp flesh underneath. My body tremored when she touched me first. It had been too long, and I had forgotten how much better it was when it was someone else between my legs and not just my hand.

She was obviously not an experienced pussy-eater, but she went at it with a fervour to bring me pleasure that would have redeemed even the worst technique. Maybe I was just imagining it, but her clumsy early licks seemed to become more skilled as time went on and my moans got higher and louder. There were a couple of times when I had to put my hand on the back of her head and guide her back to my clit, but she picked up on every little reaction of mine like a prodigy, and I soon felt rhythmic waves of pleasure pulsing through my body.

A familiar sensation began to creep over me. It felt like a heat that was about to engulf my body and burn away all my control, but also a heat that I couldn't get enough of, that would make my combustion a blissful one. Rebecca was now flicking my clit between her tongue as she thrust two fingers in and out of me. It was a gentler rhythm than the one I had fucked her with the other day, but the triumphant look on her face told me that she still relished the role reversal. The sheen of my juices on that face kept it from seeming too vengeful though.

In that instance I focused on Rachel and turned away from my own pleasure, an orgasm snuck up on me and ran through me like a freight train. I let out a scream that was entirely too high-pitched and clawed at the sheets beneath me, pulling the ends out from under the mattress. The release flowed through me like a post-workout high times a thousand, a feeling of not just pleasure but triumph that made everything around me seem sharper and more wonderful.

It took me a moment to return to normal, face flushed and breathing heavy. Rebecca was on her knees and looking at me with a grin on her face. Her nudity seemed somehow cocky. "So what do you think?"

"It'll do," I said, returning her grin, which I wondered why I had never thought to do before. "You've got potential, with the right instruction. And of course, lots of practice."




Moonlight



She leapt into my arms and kissed me hard. I was a little oversensitive after the last orgasm, but my body quickly rose to the challenge, shifting back into the hungry and seeking mode as our kiss got deeper and our bodies more interlocked. I stroked her body, her shoulderblades that poked out from her thin frame, her cute little belly button, the sides of her hips that made her tense up and moan against me. I wanted this girl: not just now, but as long as I could keep my hands on her. There was so much to do and so much to explore.

I grabbed Rebecca by the shoulders and shoved her down to the bed playfully. Then I climbed on top of her, slipping my legs around one of her thighs, the two of us pressed skin to skin. Despite the difference in our builds we were actually the same height, so she stared me in the eye as we kissed and our toes touched.

I began to rub my thigh against her cunt, which was sopping wet, having obviously longed for attention during the time she was caring to me. I would remedy that. I began to slide back and forth on top of her, brushing breast against breast and leg against crotch. I would slide forward and then dip up and go back in a smooth motion.

Rebecca mischievously put her knee up, giving me back as well as I was giving her. It was a simple rhythmic motions, the two of us thrusting up against each other like we wanted to merge into one body. Soon we were moving faster and faster, mouths and fingers trying to grab a hold of whatever they could. We stared each other in the eyes the whole time we were fucking, each of us daring the other to break first and give into the pleasure that was coursing through us in ever-stronger waves, each thrust the start of another ripple.

I was sure I would be the first one to give. I was on top and theoretically in control, but the heat had taken over my body again and was burning away my brain, leaving me no choice but to thrust faster and faster, desperate for the next hit of that incredible pleasure. But Rebecca was rocking against me just as much and twice as desperately.

She came first, her eyes bugging out as she let out a high shriek. The expression on her face was one of surprise, like she had never thought she could feel this good. She clung to me like she was afraid of being swept away. My hips thrust on their own against her leg and I followed her in orgasm. My vision went blank for a while, fading to dynamic oranges and reds, but I barely noticed from how good I felt with every nerve of my body singing out in rapturous delight.

We collapsed back onto the bed, legs still entwined and still holding onto each other desperately. We didn't say anything. It felt like talking would ruin everything.

We nodded off, or at least I did, falling into a cozy afternoon nap. When I woke up the sun had gone down behind the building across from us and the sky had turned the royal purple that signified that night was impending. Rebecca was still there, still holding me and looking at me with half-lidded eyes.

"Hey Joanne?" she said, her voice timider than I expected.

"Yeah?"

"What are we going to do about your job? And my tuition, and--"

I cut her off with a kiss. It was becoming my favourite way to shut her up, and I wondered why I hadn't tried it earlier. "Listen, we'll work everything out. There are going to be problems, sure, but I think between the two of us we can deal with anything."

Rebecca said nothing, but as night came on she intertwined her fingers with mine and offered me a shy smile.