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Shooting Star

By: Star Shadow



Star stood in the center of the hotel room and slowly released the deep breath that she had been holding. As she studied her reflection, critically, in the mirror, her thoughts were swimming with the anticipation of the surprise that he had promised her this evening.

Surprises for her all too often proved to be tests of her devotion. While she knew that she could never refuse him anything, her trepidation at what he would require of her was sometimes overwhelming. She smiled as her eyes lingered on the souvenir of her last 'surprise', the small gold ring that pierced her left nipple.

The ring was usually unnoticeable, concealed by her bra and blouse. Only when she was dressed for him, as now, was it prominent. A blush brushed her cheeks as she studied her image, the white tank-top hugging her large, 38DD breasts like a glove. Her skirt was so short it would look sluttish on a teenager, let alone a professional woman late into her thirties. She hated walking out the door without a bra. She knew that she was much too large to bounce about without attracting attention and dressed as she was, in a hotel like this one, she was sure that she would attract more than she wished.

It wasn't worth more than a moment’s contemplation though. It was how he wished her to be and thus, how she would appear for him. Was he her Master? Yes, but she rarely thought of it in those terms. She knew that she was his; he knew that she was his. For them it was enough. He occasionally demanded that she address him formally and she was, of course, happy to do so. He didn't need to tell her to worship him. She did so without prompting. He had never officially 'collared' her but she had often worn a collar because it pleased him for her to do so. 

Star was a success in the one area of her life that mattered to her the most...serving Mark's every need.

The only area in which she couldn't ease his life was his marriage. His wife was tolerant of his dominant needs, if not enthusiastic about them. It seemed that her primary objection to what she considered 'Mark's little games' was the fact that Star was white. She apparently felt that her husband's having a submissive was bad enough but that he should enjoy the pleasures of a white submissive was insulting to her. Star, knowing that there was nothing she could do about the situation, gave it very little thought. Her concern was pleasing Mark and it was very close to time for her to do exactly that. She returned her attention to the mirror. This was her time with him and she resolved to banish all thoughts of his wife and job and daily grind from his mind. For the next three days, he would want for nothing.

Almost time to meet him in the bar, she took one last look at herself. She smoothed the too short, dark green skirt over her seamed black stockings. She pulled a sheer white, gauze shirt over the tank top, tying it at the waist and slipped into her strappy black heels. With one last deep breath she grabbed her purse and headed out the door. 

She entered the lounge, stopping for a moment to allow her eyes to adjust to the change in lighting. She felt his eyes on her before she saw him. As she walked across the room to him she found herself wishing, again, that she had smaller breasts, a smaller ass. She knew that she was destined to have a voluptuous figure but, at moments like these, with Mark's eyes following her every move; she ached to be slim and sleek. As she arrived at the circular corner booth where he waited as he rose to meet her.

A smile formed on his lips as he said, "I see that you are again attempting to display a false modesty." His fingers spread the sides of the gauze over shirt apart, pulling it to the outside of her large breasts. "Yes, that's much better. Those beauties should be framed, not covered." 

With that he grasped and gently twisted the nipple ring through her tank-top. He smiled again as she gasped softly and leaned into him. She stole a moment to soak up the feel, the smell of him. A shiver ran through her body as she inhaled his scent. 

Stepping back, he directed her to slide into the booth. His hand squeezed her round ass as she did. "I have missed using your sweet ass", he said as he sat beside her. "It is my hope that I will see it whipped thoroughly before the weekend is over but that remains to be seen." 

The waiter must have been awaiting her arrival because he delivered a glass of white wine to the table for her just as she settled in. As she sipped her wine, Mark's hand was gently brushing her long brown hair back from her face. She spent a few moments lost in his deep, musical voice; not hearing what was said but drifting away in the vibrations he created in her. He spoke in a constant stream of small talk, knowing that his voice was having a hypnotic effect on her.

By their second drink, he knew that she was THERE, that she has made the transition into her completely submissive state. If Mark had one regret about his control of Star, it was that he wasn't able to own her on a full-time basis He hated that he couldn't keep her in this state always. And if one thing could ease the ache of that regret it was that she was so clearly HIS. Together or apart, she responded to him without question. Yes, his life was good.

He reached over to her, traced the outline of her breast with his finger and grasped her nipple ring, twisting it slowly. "Tell me that you are mine." 

A startled gasp escaped her lips as she responded, "I belong to you body and soul, heart and mind. Use me as you will."

"Yes, my shining Star, I will use you. And as ever, I know that you will please me greatly." He released her nipple, enjoying the site of it swollen and hard. "Now, let me tell you about your surprise for tonight." 

His fingers toyed with her nipples again as he continued, "I am sure that you remember when I had you assist me in entertaining a friend, yes?"

"Yes, sir, I do." Star nodded her agreement. Oh yes, she remembered it well. It was the only time in her life that she had been introduced to someone while stark naked. Mark and his associate, Mr. Jackson, had used her so thoroughly that her body still tingled when she remembered. Her stroll down memory lane was interrupted as Mark continued speaking.

"Well, this evening I shall introduce you to another friend of mine. However, there will be one slight difference this evening" he chuckled as he amended, "OK, perhaps more than one but, the one that most requires your attention is this. When you served me by entertaining Mr. Jackson you knew that I alone controlled you. That will not be the case this evening. Tonight I shall give you over to another. You are to respond to every demand as if it were my own. Do you understand?"

Fear washed over Star at the thought of trying to trust another as she trusted Mark. But she did trust him and there was only one answer. She gave it as they both knew she would. Her eyes followed his hand as it disappeared beneath her skirt. Her legs spread apart instinctively as his fingers slipped into her slit.

"Yes sir, I understand." 

His lips descended on hers, his tongue probing her mouth as she melted into the kiss. At last she had the taste of him that she constantly craved. Her hunger for him was clear in her response. She purred into his mouth as his fingers drove her to the brink of pleasure then he abruptly pulled away. "I think I would like you on the edge for now. I have a feeling that you will be there for a while to come."

He looked up as the door to the lounge opened and smiled. "Ahh, here she is now" he said as he rose to meet the woman who had just entered.

WHAT?? Star's brain screamed as her heart leapt into her throat, A WOMAN? She refused to think of her feelings about sex with another female. Mark was well aware that she didn't care for the idea and if he wished for her to serve a female then that is what she would do. She looked up to see this woman, probably a client, who was so very important to Mark. Star had to admit to herself that the lady was stunning. She was tall and large with beautiful smooth skin the color of chocolate. The only word that came to Star's mind to describe her body was 'athletic'. The legs that strode with purpose looked like they belonged to a dancer. Her expensive business suit was sexy in a classically understated manner. Her short cropped black hair drew attention to her long graceful neck where Star couldn't help but notice the solitary ruby that rested between her perfect breasts. Everything about this woman stated clearly that she belonged in this five star hotel. Star tried to sink into the booth...into herself, as she sat dressed like a cheap whore under the gaze of this stunning beauty.

Mark turned to the woman and embraced her with a soft kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for joining me" he began as he slid into the booth, pulling her behind him, placing himself between Star and the self-assured black woman, "I told you that I had a surprise for you and, while I realize that this isn't what you were expecting, I do hope that you will hear me out."

"Oh yes" she replied as she sat beside him, looking across the table at Star, "I wouldn't MISS hearing you out. This should be delicious."

Star couldn't understand why this woman was behaving so rudely toward her. Yes, she may be dressed like a hooker but she was serving her man and was determined to do so proudly under any circumstances. She sat taller and straighter and determined that she would see this through and make Mark proud of her. 

"First things first." he said as he sat back and took in the sight of the women on either side of him. "I have wanted to do this for quite a while now but kept finding myself waiting for the right time. It is my opinion that there is no time like the present."

Looking to the other woman first Mark said, "Celeste, I would like for you to meet Star. You have heard a great deal about her and I feel that it is time for you to see what all the fuss is about." 

Turning to Star he went on, "Star, this is my wife Celeste. You are to spend the next three days showing her why I can't live without you. You will do whatever you must to convince her that she can't either. You now belong to us equally."

Lights and sounds exploded in Star's head as she lifted her eyes to meet those of the cruelly smiling woman across from her. Thoughts raced through her mind too fast to be clear. 'Mother of God, what is happening here? How can he do this to me? This woman has hated me so intensely for so long that she will probably kill me if she has the chance. Get out of here NOW Star. Run away fast and don’t stop to look back. This is your last chance to stop this insanity!' 

Star would wonder often in the days to come why she hadn't run. Was it the paralyzing fear that kept her there, glued to her seat? She would never be sure. Mark could have told her exactly why she remained there, had she bothered to ask him. It was quite simple really...Star couldn't tell him no.

She forced herself to focus on the conversation at the table. She swam to the surface of her thoughts as Mark was finishing a comment to his wife. Star saw that he was holding her hand lovingly and she wanted to cry. 

She looked at Mark's face, hoping for some reassurance there. She found none. His eyes were on his wife as her voice cut through Star's heart like ice. "Yes Mark, I accept your 'gift' and I will play your little game. In fact, I can think of several games that I would like to play with your little white trash whore, though 'little' isn't quite accurate, is it?" She laughed at Star's obvious discomfort and went on, "Look at me when I'm talking to you, you impertinent slut."

Star winced at the words but did as she was told. She focused on Celeste's smile, so cold and yet so beautiful. She imagined those perfect white teeth devouring her very soul as Celeste asked her, "Is this the sum of you then whore? Are you so hungry for my husband's cock that you will give yourself to me knowing my hatred, my contempt of you? Are you really so desperate to please him that you will willingly submit yourself to all that I would do to you?"

Star hesitated only a moment before softly answering, "Yes ma'am." 

"Then show me that you know and accept your place in Mark's life and mine. More importantly, show yourself that you know your place. Come over here and kneel on the floor beside me and ask me to allow you to continue serving my husband. And you will only refer to me as Mistress from this moment on. Never forget that."

"Yes, Mistress" Star said as she slid from the seat and moved to kneel before the woman who was smiling an evil smile, clearly enjoying Star's humiliation. She felt as if she were fighting for each step, her surroundings taking on a surreal quality.

As Star knelt beside Celeste, she wondered for a moment what she must look like to the few other patrons in the bar. A white woman dressed like a tramp, kneeling before the beautiful and well-dressed black couple who so clearly controlled her. She shoved the thought away as she said, "Please Mistress, I beg you to allow me to continue to serve Mark...."

Celeste grabbed her chin and squeezed it painfully as she growled at Star, "You are never to address my husband by his first name again. I don't care to have to keep reminding you that you are no more than a white trash whore. You WILL behave as such in my presence. You shall address him as Master. Now, continue."

"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress. Please I beg of you, allow me to continue to serve my Master and allow me to serve you as well. I wish only for your pleasure and will do all that you ask of me."

"Lovely. I ask that you kiss my shoe." replied Celeste as she turned allowing her long leg to brush against Star's arm. Star leaned down and lightly kissed the toe of her new Mistress's shoe. A solitary tear rolled down Star’s cheek as she watched Celeste lean back into Mark's arms. Star's heart ached as Mark, HER Mark, wrapped his arms around his wife. Celeste looked into her husband's eyes and with a sultry laugh she said to him, "Well then my love, let the games begin."

With those words began three days that would change Star's life forever.

Shooting Star



The warm spring air flowed through the night time, rustling the grass and caressing the skin of the two lovers sitting in the field. There were no street lamps or lights from buildings to distract them. A blanket was spread over the grass and they had another one in case the air got cool. It wasn’t going to be needed. The spring season had been unseasonably warm, signaling that summertime would be even worse. Even if the night air had not lingered in the seventies, their bodies kept each other warm.


Storm leaned against a tree, her arms around her lover. They were gazing at the stars, counting wishes as the predicted meteorite shower dazzled any viewers who ventured far enough away from the city to appreciate the display. The cold rocks dashed across the sky, leaving a trail of cosmic, fiery dust in their paths. Baylor, resting her head on Storm’s shoulder as she leaned against her girlfriend, sighed in wonderment. “This is better than any fireworks show I have ever seen.”

Storm dropped her head and kissed the back of Baylor’s neck. Baylor shifted, attempting to give her lover access without loosing her view of the night show. Storm’s kisses were always electric. She made a path over the back of Baylor’s long neck, nibbling lightly with her teeth on the side, before dropping kisses on the girl’s shoulder.

Baylor’s body quickly lost the war between the presentation in the sky and the sensations that Storm created in her body. She dropped her head forward and closed her eyes. Storm’s lips moved along her lover’s back and shoulders as her hands started moving over the supple body. Her talented fingers danced from Baylor’s tummy to the girl’s breasts. She cupped the globes in her hands, squeezing and massaging lightly. Baylor dropped her head back again, laying her brown hair on Storm’s shoulder. Storm’s lips did not pause. She continued kissing and sucking and nibbling on Baylor’s neck and shoulder. She used her mouth to push the material from Baylor’s shoulder as her fingers worked open the buttons.

When all the buttons were released, Storm’s fingertips tickled along Baylor’s rib cage, working her way back to the firm breasts. Her fingers hiked up the peak. She massaged the areola, avoiding the already hard nipples. Baylor closed her eyes and moaned softly. She shifted her body, readjusting her legs. She dropped her hands to Storm’s strong thighs, feeling the muscles beneath the tight jeans ripple as Storm moved to adapt to Baylor’s new position. Baylor could feel Storm’s powerful arms around her body as her lover teased. Storm’s small breasts pressed against Baylor’s back and Baylor could feel the two hard nipples pressing through the thin material of her shirt.

“Does my baby like that?” Storm whispered roughly.

“Oh, yes,” Baylor hissed, her air escaping her as Storm bit down on her neck. In reflex, she lifted her hips. She could feel Storm smile against her bare neck as the slim fingers finally reached the swollen nipples. She used the tip of her index finger to roll the hardened nipple. Baylor’s head tossed side-to-side on Storm’s shoulder. She bit her lip as her body strained toward her lover’s hand, pleading silently for release.

Storm squeezed the nipple between her index finger and thumb. She tugged and pinched and twisted the hard bud. Baylor’s fingernails dug into Storm’s thighs as the pleasure increased. “Easy,” Storm muttered, leaving Baylor’s breast and resting her fingers on Baylor’s bare stomach. Baylor whimpered at the loss of sensation, but forced her body to relax. She opened her eyes and attempted to focus on the sky. Two shooting stars flashed over the horizon. They disappeared behind a strand of trees. Baylor imagined the crash that the rocks would make when they finally contacted with earth.

Storm’s fingers never completely stilled. She made small circles on Baylor’s stomach, massaging around Baylor’s navel and never quite allowing her lover’s body to completely cool. Baylor’s did release her hand from its fist, her palms rubbing and caressing Storm’s toned thighs. As Baylor’s breathing returned to normal, Storm’s fingers slid further down, dipping between Baylor’s thighs. She scratched against the crotch of Baylor’s shorts, feeling her beautiful lover quiver in delight, yearning, and expectation. Baylor’s muscles tensed. “Please,” she whispered, rolling her head on Storm’s shoulder. She moistened her lips with her tongue, her body totally under the control of Storm’s gifted hands. 

“Please what?” Storm asked gently as her fingers continued moving against Baylor’s lips through the material of the cotton shorts. She could feel her girlfriend’s heat pouring from her center. Storm could smell her lover’s essence begging to be released. Her breath was warm on Baylor’s face as she teased with her fingers and her voice.

Baylor moaned in frustration. “Please,” she begged, lifting her hips into Storm’s touch. Storm sensed the movement and withdrew her hand. Baylor groaned and repeated her plea. “Storm, please.” The final word died on a low moan.

Storm’s hand cupped Baylor’s mound and dragged upward to the button and zipper of the fly. Storm easily freed the button and lowered the zipper. Her fingers automatically followed the path, slipping into the open V to find the smooth mound beneath. Baylor exhaled, relieved that Storm was finally touching her most intimate part. 

The heat was more intense inside the confines of Baylor’s shorts. Moisture poured into the heat as Storm’s finger slipped along Baylor’s slick lips. Baylor turned her head toward Storm with her eyes closed and her lips parted as she concentrated on keeping her breathing even and steady. She warmed the skin of Storm’s neck and exposed chest. Her breasts rose and fell in a steady rhythm as Storm’s finger spread her juices.

Storm bent and kissed the open mouth, sucking on Baylor’s lower lip for a moment. Her sweeping finger moved deeper, sliding easily because of Baylor’s excitement. She did not have to search for Baylor’s bud but did not touch it immediately. Baylor opened her legs for her lover and lifted her hips, trying to force the searching and taunting finger to her hard, throbbing nub. Storm chuckled softly, breaking the kiss as she dipped her finger into Baylor’s tight tunnel. Baylor groaned, her body quivering in reaction. Her body lifted into the thrust, pushing Storm’s finger deeper. Storm pulled out immediately, returning her fingers to their light exploration of Baylor’s mound. Baylor whimpered and settled her hips back to the blanket. She knew her lover. When Storm wanted to control their lovemaking, Baylor knew that any efforts she made to change the pace would be futile. 

Once Baylor’s pulse had slowed again, Storm resumed her examination. She pushed between the damp lips and circled Baylor’s clit without touching it. Baylor moaned but did not move, forcing her body to remain placid against Storm’s. The effort to remain still heightened Baylor’s senses as Storm’s roaming finger moved closer to the swollen button. Her heart pounded in her chest and her breathing became fast and shallow, but her hips did not move. “That’s my baby,” Storm said softly in Baylor’s ear, her voice a low growl. Baylor shuddered, her body a willing work of Storm’s artistic talents. 

Finally, Storm lightly touched Baylor’s clit. She scratched it with her fingernail. Baylor moaned, still forcing herself not to move. She was a prisoner of Storm’s desire. Overhead, the meteor shower increased in intensity, a star falling every few seconds. It seemed that Baylor’s excitement was causing the very sky to collapse on the young lovers. Storm quickened her pace and rubbed faster, pressing firmer against the source of Baylor’s intense pleasure. 

The world centered on Baylor’s womb. It contracted and released as Storm’s loving strokes quickened, creating a gravitational pull that caused the stars to crash in rapid succession. She was moaning constantly now, her head thrashing on Storm’s shoulder as she mumbled incoherently, pleading in an unintelligible language for her lover to complete the job. Storm whispered encouragement in return. 

Storm rubbed harder, feeling the change in Baylor’s physical body. The nub was standing stiff now. The warm cream was flowing heavily. Baylor’s scent of pleasure and desire was heavy. Storm was also aware of her own desire. Her nipples were stiff where Baylor’s writhing body had rubbed against them. She could feel her own body lubricating and her own pussy throbbing with the need to be touched by Baylor. 

“Please, please,” Baylor moaned, her voice hoarse and weak. “Please, let me cum.” She was throbbing now, her entire body tuned to Storm’s caress. Storm curled her fingers and quickly thrust two into her girlfriend’s passage. She pumped in and out quickly, her palm slapping against the sensitive button. 

No longer able to control herself, Baylor thrust upward, meeting Storm’s final plunge. Suddenly, the stars in her head were brighter and more plentiful than those in the sky. Her body stiffened and trembled. Storm dropped soothing kisses on Baylor’s shoulder and neck as her lover experienced her pleasure and gradually returned from her trip to the stars. Baylor collapsed against Storm, her breathing returning to a normal pace and her mind slowly focusing on the meteorites cascading from the heavens.



Shooting Star



Peter sat in front of the campfire, now diminishing to hot cools, he poked it with a long stick. The fire wasn't necessary, more a camping custom. It was a warm August evening and by all predictions would say that way. He looked down at the five remaining cold Leinenkugel beer cans and secretly thought how the night might `heat up' but also wondered if he would be finishing the six-pack on his own. Leaning his head back to take another swig of beer, his gazed moved across the thousands of stars in the sky, across the Ursa Major and Ursa minor, passed Orion with his belt and the red star Aldebaran, through and Milky Way and across Cassiopeia. Then he saw a shooting star. He remembered the Pereid meteor shower usually peaked around the second week of August. He smiled inwardly as the memory of the first time he saw a shooting star streaked through his mind. He was just 7 years old visiting his grandparents in Wisconsin, sitting out on their pier and watching the stars. He remembered the feeling of awe, watching that brief yet fantastic display of celestial light. He was young and innocent then, dreaming of the future. Now he sat by the dying fire thinking of the more immediate future. He wondered if Carmen got his message. It had been rather short, in after thought maybe too cryptic. It was just a time, a date, a location (including the campsite number) and that she wear practical shoes and a smiley. The request to wear practical shoes wasn't really necessary, but sometimes Peter had the habit of stating the obvious. It was his way of reminding himself of the obvious. 

Peter had planed this rendez vous for the past month. He reserved this particular camp site at the Warren Dunes State Park because he knew it to be at the end of one of the more secluded paths in the camp ground. It was just north of Mount Randall, the 240 foot high dune that as a teenager he had climbed dozens of times. Sheltered from the winds by the huge dune to the south, this camp site had a magnificent view of Lake Michigan. Just as when he was 7 and dreamed of the future, he now sat before the campfire dreaming of the more immediate future when he heard a car approach the site. An excitement built in his chest as adrenaline leapt into his veins. He could hear the engine and the crunch of the tires on the gravel as the car grew closer. He sat motionless as its headlights swept over his back, his small Northface tent and rest of the tiny camp site. Then the car engine turned off and the lights went out. He heard the door open and he imagined a leg stretch out of the car to the ground. The image of her beautiful leg sprang clearly into his mind. The firm, shapely calf stretching to the sandy soil. He pictured the leg being covered at the top by a pair of tan shorts and he mind wondered to what might be beneath them. Then he heard both legs touched the ground and the car door closed. He heard her foot steps approaching him and he stood up, stretched to his full 6 foot 5 inch height and turned to face her. He could just make out what looked to be the sleek shape of a Corvette, but what interested him was the shadowy figure, bathed in the warm rosy glow of the coals of the fire that was walking toward him.

When he reached Carmen, he reach forward and ran his right hand through her long red hair, thick like the mane of one of Assateague island's wild horses. He bent down to put his right cheek against hers. They stood together in an easy embrace, casting a single shadow in the glow of the campfire.

"Woof," he whispered in her ear and he heard her say, "meow." Savoring the moment of their first touch, they remained rooted in the same spot feeling the growing heat of their bodies. Then he pulled his head back and kissed her lips, a kiss as hot as the coals of the camp fire. Peter's heart beat raced and his groin ached as her breath quickened. Their tongues danced together to the beat of their hearts. His right hand slid down the back of her supple neck, along the valley in the middle of her back, lightly touch it as it left a trail of goose bumps. His hand paused in the small of her back, cupping it and pulling her closer to him, savoring her warmth. Then his hand went to her hand at his side and held it as he guided her through the dim light into the little camp. When they entered the camp he stopped at the edge of a blanket spread out at the edge of the fire pit. Then he knelt in front of her and saw she was wearing a sarong, not shorts as he had imagined. He wondered what other surprised lay ahead. He ran his hand down the back of her smooth, left leg, as she gazed out across the lake. A shimmering path lead across the lake to the setting moon. A setting moon that in its waning phase was a crescent the shape of a C, her first initial. Peter's hand continued down the length of her leg, passing the hollow behind her knee until it reached her firm calf. The he lightly grasped it, to lift her leg and with his other hand he removed her shoe. He smiled, it was a practical shoe. As he did this he crouched lower to kiss the arch of her foot. She gasped at the light sensation of his tongue tracing the upper limits of her foot and at that moment she saw a streak of light divide the night sky and pierce the crescent moon.

Then Peter gently set her left foot down on the thick blanket and moved to lift her right leg. As he did a glint of light caught his eye as an ankle chain draped across her lovely ankle. This too, he had not pictured in his minds eye, but its thin trail of glittering light increased his arousal. While he removed her right shoe, he crouched and this time kiss her ankle tracing the path of the thin gold chain over the top her ankle and around its sides with his tongue. Then he ran his tongue along the top of her right foot as his finger traced the curves below its arch. Placing her bare foot on the blanket Peter stood and with a sweeping motion of he arm across the sky he said,

'In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree: 
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran 
Through caverns measureless to man 
Down to a sunless sea.' 
"Welcome to my pleasure-dome."

Carmen giggled and Peter asked if she would like a drink. She said she would and he walked over to a the remains of the six pack and extracted another can. He stood and turned to face her in time to she her lift her arms and in one fluid motion removed her tank top. He felt light headed, like a school boy seeing her body glow in the dim light of the red coals. No words came to his open mouth. All was silent save for the sound of the waves on the beach 200 yards away and the rustle the leaves in top branches catching the wind. Then. PFFSST, Peter opened the Leinenkugel and grinned. He handed Carmen the beer and slipped out of his shoes and onto the wide blanket. 

Standing next to her, she reach up and started to unbutton his plaid flannel camping shirt. She said, "You are over dressed," as she kissed his hairy chest under each button. As the trail of kisses descended, his excitement ascended. At his navel, her tongue darted in and out, tickling it and leaving a light trace of her warmth. After the last button was undone, she moved her hands up, under his shirt along his chest, following up to where his arms met his chest. Here she gently pushed the shirt over his right shoulder and kissed that junction of arm and torso. Running her tongue along the it inner recesses. A moan escaped Peters parted lips, his desire becoming more uncontrollable. Carmen moved to his left shoulder and gave it the same pleasure. Holding him close by pulling his shirt behind him and down his arms her lips moved down the front of his chest. First to his right nipple that she teased and tickled mercilessly. Next she did the same for his left nipple. Moving down his stomach she pulled his shirt lower behind his back and again kissed his navel. Peter was having trouble standing, trouble concentrating, his member aching madly in his shorts.

Carmen's left hand pulled his shirt to his wrists and bunched it there, limiting the movement of his arms, while with her right hand she unsnapped and unzipped his shorts. With a tug on his underwear, she released his manhood that stood erect pointing to the North Star. She grinned and pulled his shorts and underwear down a little further. Then her right hand ran up and down the length of his shaft and down and around his balls. Peter was being driven insane with pleasure. More moans escaped his mouth as his hips moved uncontrollably. Peter looked down to see he lips engulf the swollen head of his cock. The warmth of her mouth and her hand messaging the sensitive spot behind his balls was nearly too much. His mind pounded with delight as he groaned. Then she stood up kissed him. He could taste himself on her lips and their tongues wrestled. As she said, "I want to feel you inside of me," she lower him to the ground, controlling him with his shirt. 

She effortlessly undid the tie of her wrap-around skirt with her right hand and it fell freely to the ground reveling red silk underwear. Peter's cock pointed directly up at red silk panties, as on a mission to probe. Then Carmen's right hand pulled her panties to the side exposing a portion of her shaved self. In the light coals the clean shaven mound of flesh looked red and inflamed with desire. He leaned forward as much as she would allow and extended his tongue to touch it. His face moved up and touched her shaved bush and his tongue rested over its goal. He could feel the heat and moisture. His tongue glided in and could feel that small button of flesh that can give so much pleasure. His tongue cupped it. Feeling its heat and the wet sides of the smooth skin pressing in on it. Enjoying the moment his tongue rested there and then started to make small circular motions. Now it was Carmen's turn to moan and as she held his head close to her, he slide his tongue as deeply into her as possible. After this far reach into her with his tongue, he pulled it back to that pleasure button and resumed the circular motions. Then again he pushed his tongue as deeply as he could into her, hearing her gasp, feeling her hot desire, and the hard cut of his teeth across the back of his tongue as it strained to go deeper. Then back to circles. After several cycles of this Carmen's moans were increasing and her pelvis moving.

With her free hand she pulled Peter's head back and slid her dripping wet vagina over his chin, down his throat and chest, to his waiting erection. As she did this her abdomen and breasts followed the wet trail her loins had left and his tongue traced a path along her body as she descended. When her body reached he aching cock she paused her descent and held herself over him for what seemed like an eternity. Teasing him, as her juices ran onto his swollen head. She eased herself down, her body swallowing his head and then stopping again. Peter and Carmen stared into each other's eye, glowing red hot in the light of the fire, touching one another's souls. After another eternity, she settled down on his hard shaft. They rocked back and forth, slowly, in rhythm to magical music that only they could hear. Back and forth they rocked, the tempo building. Their breathing was synchronized and increase as was their passion. Then Carmen pulled his shirt off Peter's wrists, releasing his arms. He wrapped his arms around her holding her close, feeling her body heat, her breathing next to his ear, the beating of her heart next to his chest. Peter buried his head in the nape of her neck, his right hand moved up to run his fingers through her hair and his left hand moved to back of her hips to hold her close. The rhythm still increased. Their union mounted in excitement.

Then Peter carefully shifted and rolled Carmen onto her back. As he did this he moved his arms under her legs and supported her knees. He rose to his knees lifting her legs with him so he remained inside her, penetrating deeper. With her back on the ground and legs over his bent arms and butt in the air, the pressure inside her was moved forward onto the illusive area that could drive her wild. He pushed in and out of her to the rhythm of her moans and moved his right hand over her leg toward her secret place. Rocking in and out of her, he ran his fingers over her smooth mons, feeling the soft flesh and the silk of her panties. The rhythm increased as his hand moved lower, to come to rest on the special button of flesh his tongue and caressed what seemed like a lifetime before. Sliding in and out, he could feel his shaft just below his searching fingers, as the started to circle her pleasure spot to its rhythm. Their heat eclipsed that of the campfire. No longer could they hear the sound of the waves or the wind. The stars no longer existed to them. They were the center of the universe, the only beings melting into a single force. Then that force was too much for them to contain. It flowed from him into her. A gush of energy and fluid. Her body responded gripping him tighter, pulling him deeper, she moaned and her body wreathed as she was overcome with pleasure. Their ecstasy together flowed between them and Peter eased her body to the ground. They were exhausted from the experience. They breathed heavily, smiling at one another, knowing one another as only two people can who have shared such an experience.

They lay in the warmth of the coals and gazed up at the night sky. The moon had set and the stars ruled the sky. Then they saw a shooting star together. Peter thought again of the first shooting star he had seen that night and how much he had changed in those few hours. The look at one another, kissed. Without saying a word they rose and Peter lead them to tent with its waiting sleeping bag. They shed all their cloths and wiggled in. They embraced their skin in warm, smooth contact. Peter was erect again as they kissed deeply, his manhood found where it wanted to go and glided into her warm, wet womanhood. 

Their rhythm started again.



Shooting Star



This had been a really tough week for me, I love my job, but sometimes, it's just too much. Usually I have Gabriel to come home too, but he had gone back home this week for his cousin's wedding, I wanted to go with him, but I couldn't bring myself to leave work. 

I know that sounds like I'm a workaholic, but I'm not, let me explain, you see I work with foster kids. I listen to them when they have nobody else to go to, and if I left work for a week, I know those kids wouldn't talk to anybody else while I was gone, and besides that, they would think I had left them like every other adult they've known.

I pull into the driveway expecting to spend another evening alone, maybe I'd fix myself a box of mac n' cheese for dinner, but when I walk through the door, there is a candle lit on the hallway end table, and laying beside it a single rose. Was Gabriel back already?

I slip quietly into the kitchen to see him finishing up his famous chicken, oblivious to the fact that I'm behind him. I can't help but smile at his back, it never fails, every time I see him my heart swells in my chest so full of love I think I might suffocate, and I just can't help but be in a good mood.

"Hello, Gabriel" he turned around surprise quickly morphing into a mock serious frown, he places his hands on his hips and looks at me in a far too serious scolding manner. 

"Well, now you've gone and ruined the surprise" I laugh, and his serious frown transformes into a look of warm and loving welcome as he offered me a hug, and of course a kiss too. It's just a chaste kiss, but it still sends heat to my core, and a tingle down my spine.

"I'm glad your back Gabriel."

"Glad to be back, love." His deep voice still sends shivers all through me. I look up into his amazing blue eyes, I have never seen anyone else with eyes that are so vivid blue, I love to lose myself in those eyes, but he has other plans.

"Alright, Melody, since you've ruined my surprise dinner, you get to set the table." I laugh and go to get the plates.

Dinner is amazing, as usual, honey mustard chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy. He really is a wonderful cook. And afterwards, Gabriel refuses to let me clean up, saying that we can take care of it tomorrow. 

He leads me out onto our back porch, we live on a farm, so our nearest neighbors are several miles away. He has a blanket on the ground, warm and inviting. We lay down and stared up at the stars, the sky perfectly clear.

As we stare up at the stars snuggling into each other and not saying anything, I see something truly amazing, a shooting star. Apparently, Gabriel sees it too because he points up and whispers, "Look there, quick make a wish" I thought for a brief moment before I turn to him and answer.

"I have nothing to wish for, I already have a perfect husband, I love my job, we have a beautiful house, two good cars, what else could I possibly ask for?" He grins, a stupid, silly, just can't help yourself grin, and then he leans over and kisses me.

I'll never tire of kissing Gabriel, he's always so in tune with me, or maybe I'm in tune with him. Our kiss is full of romantic passion, soft, and sweet, and loving. I open my mouth when his tongue probes for entrance, and when he starts counting my teeth, heat races through my veins to pool between my thighs. He pulls back and looks into my eyes.

"I could think of something to wish for." Now he has me curious, he has that mischievous smirk that usually means I'm not going to be getting any sleep.

"Oh? And what would that be?" his smile turned a bit more serious and loving, as he slides his hand down my stomach to rest on my lower tummy.

"A baby" it's almost a whisper and I barely hear it, and I see that he is waiting with baited breath for my reaction. It had been the only thing we had ever disagreed on, I've always wanted kids, but Gabriel wasn't sure he did. 

After a massive fight, I decided a baby could wait as long as he promised to think about it, we hadn't talked about it since, that was almost two years ago now. I had given up hope that Gabriel would ever want kids. Now here he is asking me if I still want one of the few things I have always wanted. I get tears in my eyes, now I truly will have everything I have ever wanted. I lean forward and kiss him, trying to pour all the love I have for him, and all the happiness he has given me into my kiss.

He responds passionately, our tongues dueling, chasing each other from my mouth to his and back again. His hand moves up inside my shirt as he cups my breast through my bra. I pull back for a moment and look into his eyes. I know he can see my emotions warring with each other, lust, excitement and worry.

"Are you sure?" I ask him. It was almost as if his soul was laid bare in his eyes as he starred back, and I could see all his love there.

"Before I met you, I never wanted kids, I didn't think I would ever want to be a dad, when we started getting serious, the thought entered my mind a couple times, but I just dismissed it," I can see something sad entering his eyes, regret maybe? "Then we had that big fight, I felt horrible because I couldn't. . .no, I wouldn't give you something that you wanted, and that tore me up. 

"I started thinking about it then and realized that the only reason I had for not having kids was that I had never wanted them before, I had never met someone who I would want to have kids with. And then I started to imagine what it would be like for you and me, and I realized that I had met the woman I would want that with, and that I was married to her, and she is a wonderful woman, beautiful, kind, smart, and just so dammed sexy." 

He unbuttoned my pants and started to move his fingers closer to my center as he said that last part. I am powerless to stop him, the love and happiness I feel is nearly overwhelming, and with that reminder of what we had been doing, my lust returns stronger than ever. 

I was laying on my back with him mostly on top of me, he leans down and kisses me as he continues to stroke my outer folds. I reach down and unfasten his belt and his pants and reached inside to stroke him. He's hard as steel and at the first touch of my hand he twitches and groans into my mouth, both of us were already panting hard. 

He breaks our kiss so we can both breathe, and he closes his eyes and rests his forehead on mine as I watch him fight for control. I love it when I have this power over him. When I can bring him to the edge of control, and he has to fight to make it last, although I will add that he usually has very good stamina, but on rare occasions like this it's almost too much for him. 

He abruptly stops stroking me, and knowing what he wants, I stop and sit up. We undress each other in record time and are soon back on the blanket with him fully on top of me, I wrap my legs around his waist and feel the muscles on his back. He enters me with one long slow stroke and I gasp at the feeling. He always stretches me to my limit, but never too far, we are perfectly matched. 

Just as I again start to think he's too big and won't fit, he bottoms out. With Gabriel, it's never just sex, and just like every other time, I feel us joining, body, mind, and soul.

He holds still for a moment, and we share the most passionate kiss either of us has ever had, and then he starts thrusting, slowly at first. With every stroke I feel a golden glorious heat building, a bit more with every movement, and I can tell that when the dam finally breaks, it's going to be monumental.

He pulls out suddenly, and I let out a little cry of disappointment, feeling empty. He quickly flips me over and pulls me to my hands and knees. He leans over me and his chest is resting against my back, he puts one hand beside mine to hold himself up and wraps the other around my waist. He pushes back inside and I moan in appreciation as he starts to thrust again. 

He starts to move faster and I can tell he's getting close, both of us are panting and moaning. The wonderful friction building the heat like never before. I can feel my orgasm building to breaking point, and tingles start in my toes.

With a loud cry something snaps and warm pleasure rushes through my body in waves, Gabriel has gone over the edge with me and in that moment we cease to exist as two separate people, we are one, sharing the rapture coursing through our veins. 

Very slowly we return to earth, we collapse together, Gabriel guiding us so that we land on our sides so his weight doesn't crush me. We lay there, still connected, basking in the afterglow and we start to fall asleep. Before we do, I have one last thought, 'I wonder if it will be a boy or a girl?'



Shooting Star Ch. 02



As she followed the couple out of the bar, Star was working hard to keep her emotions under control. She wasn’t at all sure that she could go through with this but she was equally unsure if she could stop it. Her submission to Mark had always been of the sweet and gentle variety. Yes, he took pleasure in her pain but she had always known that he was aware of her limits and he had never pushed her further than she could go. She died a little inside as she watched Mark, HER loving Master, walking ahead of her with his arm around his wife. When, at last, they reached her room, she handed him the key-card and followed the pair inside.

While Mark poured wine for himself and his wife, Celeste, Star stood by awaiting instructions. As the happy couple made themselves comfortable on the loveseat, Celeste instructed Star to remove her clothes. “Let’s see what all the fuss is about now, shall we?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Star replied as she began removing her clothes. With each garment that she tossed aside, Star felt her fear and humiliation grow. When at last she stood before the couple, naked and completely exposed, her hands were trembling. She clasped them behind her back as she fought to control her fear Celeste rose and walked to her.

The beautiful black woman towered over Star as she began her inspection. She addressed her husband as her hands, with perfectly manicured nails, reached out to lift and squeeze Star’s large breasts. “She is on the fat side, isn’t she Darling?” Celeste questioned as her treatment of Star’s breasts grew rougher. Mark’s only answer was a smile. It was clear that he was enjoying both his wife’s pleasure and his lover’s embarrassment. Celeste twisted the ring in Star’s nipple until she elicited a gasp then, with a vicious smile she addressed the terrified woman again. “I would like a moment alone with my husband, whore. Go and take a shower.” 

As Star turned and walked to the bathroom to obey, she heard Celeste saying to Mark, “I think it needs to be cleaned before I play with it. There is no telling where it’s been.” Their laughter followed her as she left the room.

When she emerged a few minutes later the scene before her caused her stomach to turn. Celeste and Mark had both removed their clothes and were standing in the middle of the room sharing a passionate kiss. Celeste broke the embrace and, turning to Star, reached down and began stroking her husband’s hard cock. “Is this what you want, whore?” she asked Star as she lovingly caressed him.

“Yes, Mistress.” Star replied as she looked with longing at the cock before her…the cock she had spent countless hours worshipping. 

“Then you shall have to prove yourself worthy. Tell me whore,” she continued, “how many times have you tasted my husband’s cum?”

“I’m not sure, Mistress.”

“Five times?”

“More than five times, Mistress.”

“Ten times?”

“More than ten times, Mistress,”

“Would you say that twenty times is a fair number?”

“Yes Mistress, at least twenty times.”

“Very well then, twenty shall be tonight’s magic number.”

With that, Celeste walked over to the ‘goodie bag’ that Star always brought along when she met Mark. Clearly, he had told his wife all about it and she moved to it as if it were hers. Star supposed that, in fact, it now was.

Pulling a length of nylon rope from the bag, Celeste turned to her husband and asked, “Would you be kind enough to bind your little tramps saggy tits for me dear? Perhaps that will give them the lift that they need.”

Mark chuckled as he took the rope and moved to Star. Beginning with her left breast, he wound the rope tightly around one then the other…back and forth until they were swollen and aching. He tied off the rope and stepped back to admire his handiwork. 

Celeste pulled a scarf from the bag and wrapped it around Star’s head, covering her eyes. “Put your hands behind your back whore, and keep them there until you are told to do otherwise.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Star replied as she quickly obeyed. She could hear movements around her but had no idea what was happening. She heard someone sit on the love seat and then, in a flash of agony that exploded in her head, the first sharp pain seared her right breast.

“That was for the first time you drank my husband’s cum, slut. And this is for the second.”

The blows rained down on Star’s breasts in a torrent. She knew that she must be bleeding and, when the first blow his her nipple she cried out with the pain.

Celeste stopped the assault long enough to produce another scarf. This one she used to gag Star explaining, “This is only the beginning whore, and we can’t have you screaming and crying and disturbing the neighbors, can we?” With that she returned to abusing Star’s breasts. When she had counted twenty strikes to each breast she stopped. 

Star sobbed as she heard Celeste say to Mark, “There, that’s much better. I do despise the way these white whore’s tits are covered with blue veins. Not at all attractive, is it, Dear?” 

Star could hear more movement as she stood trying to control the tears that pooled behind the blindfold she was wearing. At Celeste’s instruction, she removed first her gag and then her blindfold. 

“Do you still wish to drink my husband’s cum, whore?” Celeste asked.

“Yes, Mistress.’ Star replied as her gaze went to Mark, lying naked on the bed and smiling at her.

“First you shall worship his ass. Get to it whore, but stay on your feet as you do.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Star answered as she moved to the bed.

As Mark rolled onto his stomach, Star leaned down and planted small kisses on his ass cheeks. She could feel Celeste moving closer to her as she snaked her tongue through the crack of Mark’s ass. She was trying desperately to focus on his ass and not the throbbing pain that still radiated throughout her body from her abused breasts. Leaning over the bed, making oral love to his perfect ass, she heard Celeste speaking to her again. “Fuck his ass with your tongue, whore. And remember, you are not doing this to please him, you are doing it to please ME.”

As Star slowly began to push her tongue into his tight, puckered asshole, she felt the riding crop slam against her own ass. She moaned into him ass and felt him tense as the vibrations coursed through his body.

“Deeper.” Celeste ordered as the crop struck again.

“Harder, whore. Fuck his ass with your tongue like you mean it.”

Each blow of the crop on her ass pushed Star further into the dark abyss that was her Master’s ass. The taste, acrid and foul, was overcome by the need to please the possessed woman behind her. She wanted only to stop the torture that her ass was experiencing. Star’s only pleasure in this moment was hearing Mark moaning in pleasure though she couldn’t know if it was pleasure he felt from her tongue or from the knowledge that his wife was abusing her. 

Finally, at the magic number of twenty, the blows stopped. She heard Celeste behind her saying, “Enough whore. You may stand aside now.”

Doing as she was told, Star moved away and watched the woman join her husband on the bed. Without a word Mark moved to his wife and entered her pussy in one long stroke. Star didn’t know which pain hurt her more, that coming from her much abused body or the knife in her heart as she watched Mark, her sweet lover, fucking his wife with a loving passion that he had never displayed for her. The tears rolled down her cheeks as she watched the love of her life cum hard in the pussy of the woman he so clearly loved.

Celeste looked over at Star and laughed. “So whore, after all this, do you still want to drink my husband’s cum?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Star answered softly through her tears.

Pushing Mark away from her, Celeste spread her legs wide. “Then come and get it.” 

Star moved to the bed, crawling between the legs of her tormentor. She found the idea of pleasing this woman repulsive but her hunger for Mark’s cum was not to be denied. As her tongue plunged into Celeste, seeking every drop of cum from her depths, she watched Mark lovingly kiss his wife. 

Star’s tears began anew as she heard Celeste say to her husband, “Thank you Darling for this lovely gift. I promise you that I will continue to use it well.” With that, Celeste squeezed her thighs against Star’s head and ground her pussy into the tearful face, cumming in a gush. 

Much later, Star stood again before the mirror. This time though, she was applying salve to the welts that covered her tortured breasts. As Mark and his wife had left the room they informed Star that they were going out for dinner and to run a few errands. They told her to be cleaned, naked and on her knees when they returned.

She knew that she would obey.



Shooting Stars



Some nights, some places just seem made for love. You always hear how the time's not right, the music's too loud or the grass is too wet. None of this seemed to apply this night. The Leonid Meteor shower was due and somewhere in the dark skies around Leo the Lion the first sparks were flying. Crash and burn, crash and burn; the first of many streaks of suddenly molten rocks and ice were fizzling in the summer sky. You could almost hear the sparks, you could almost smell the flames. 

It was a darn shame that beyond the fenced in walls that made up my backyard's borders the world seemed to be sound asleep. Only a firefly would occasionally compete with the astral showcase. It had taken me weeks to get up the nerve to ask her to come by and visit with me for a change. It had been several futile attempts at seduction later that this night had come to me like a winged messenger from the heavens. And it brought with it a surprise visitor, the very object of my affection had actually deigned to join me at play on my ground, on my terms. It still seems like a dream.

But it was real enough. Margie had knocked on my door at midnight dressed in her trademark white shorts and red T-Shirt. After I rubbed the sleep from my eyes I noticed the basket she was carrying-a wicker basket filled with things I had thought she disdained. There was a bottle of Chardonnay, unopened, and a bottle of scented Kama Sutra Massage oil-cinnamon scented and about half full. A blanket and were those condoms, extra large(!?) that I spied beneath them that filled out the light weight basket?

"Let's get nekkid and watch the meteors." she smiled, no beamed at me. Even in the dark her suntan shone through. Florida's sun worked its wonders in the day time, I hoped I could work some tonight. "Come in, come in," was all I could conjure up in the way of words. My brain was racing but words wouldn't come. She hooked me by the arm instead and pulled me outside. We walked around the house to the back yard, opened the gate and let ourselves in. Out popped the wine bottle, a corkscrew and the blanket. Suitably arranged we lay down on our backs in the privacy of darkness and stared up into the mysteries of space. When I looked over, I noticed the T-shirt being quickly pulled up and over her head and for the first time ever I noticed she wasn't even wearing a bra. 

"Damn the darkness," I heard myself mutter, "I can't even see your treasures." But Marg was unusually and uncharacteristically silent. The shorts came off and I raced to match her taking off my own shorts, shirt and shoes. We laid back and stared up (not my first choice at this auspicious occasion but) and soon I heard the pop of the wine cork. The champagne fizzed and she poured a little on her breasts and a little further south then handed me the bottle. 

"I don't drink but I thought you might like to lick this off of me." That wasn't a question but a statement of fact. 

"I'd love to." Again with the clever words from me.

Her nipples were barely visible in the dark but their outline stood erect atop those milk white breasts with the fizzy wine spilling around them. That seemed like a good place to start so I gently reached for the nearest mountain and held it carefully not wanting all the precious fluid to spill off. I licked first one then the other from bottom to top then from side to side letting my teeth just brush against the aureoles. By now the wine was pooling on her flat stomach and filling her navel. A reservoir to drink from was my first thought and I started to empty the navels sweet contents. 

It was then that I noticed the scorpion tattoo that appeared just above her pubes with the stinger pointed gracefully at her clit. I'd never been here before I thought, but this tattoo both surprised and eroticized an already intense moment in time. I traced the outline of the beast with my tongue and began to apply a slow rotation on the now prominent clit below. A throaty murmur escaped her lips and a humming sound seemed to come from deep within her. As my tongue reached it's inevitable location in the still wet regions of her furry patch I parted the hair aside and began to lick then nibble on the aromatic contents of her slick pussy. The moaning and humming sounds were getting louder.

"I like a man that takes his time," she whispered. As I spread open her vaginal folds I noticed that she had a very large opening. I was trying to picture my very average cock plunging in there and felt a twinge of fear for the first time. As my tongue reached inside I could actually feel her cuntal muscles contracting around it, squeezing the tip ever so gently but firmly. Her back was arching now and her toes were curling under. For the first time she reached out and grabbed my manhood while her hips started to buck almost involuntarily. Her orgasms were quiet but left her body shaking and trembling. I'd never seen anyone cum so intensely.

"Make love to me stud boy," she panted. That was a command I didn't need to hear twice. With one hand still massaging her clit from behind me I got on top of her and slowly fed her my now-engorged member. "Do you think my titties are too small to..." her voiced trailed off. "UH Uh" was all I could get out as I pushed her beautiful ripe melon shaped breasts together to make a perfect pocket for my manhood. As I trust forward the head of my penis reached her tongue. She flicked out at it and slowly began to massage my testes with both hands. 

I slid down her still well lubricated, wine soaked skin and with one easy motion slid home into her waiting receptor. I pumped for all I was worth. Were those shooting stars I was seeing or had my brain begun to explode even before my genitals? I slid easily in and out, in and out for what I hoped would be an eternity. I accidentally kicked over the wicker basket and the unused condoms popped out to laughter from both of us. I could feel her swelling against my eager cock and then I erupted and drilled it forward as I emptied gush after gush of molten semen into her body.

"Would you like to try a Venus Butterfly," I queried? " A what?" She'd obviously not watched any of the old LA Law episodes. I asked her to lay back which, somewhat apprehensively, she complied with. A few rigorous shakes of the bottle of fizzy wine brought the cool liquids to a compressed froth. Before the bubbles could push my thumb out of the way I carefully inserted just the tip of the bottle into her love canal and let loose a spray of pressurized bubbles. Her eyes lit up and her legs splayed open to their fullest capacity. As her eyes seemed to roll back in her head, I knew the bubbles had done their job. "THAT was really neat!" she exclaimed. "I didn't think I was a virgin in any way anymore but I guess it's never too late to learn, I guess."

When she was finished gyrating, she rolled me onto my back, washed Mr. Happy off with the rest of the wine and proceeded to suck me back to hardness. "Feel like setting some records tonight?" she asked. The look on my face said all that needed to be said. I don't know if we set any records but when we finally quit sucking, fornicating and moaning, the meteors were done with their show and only a peaceful sunrise was there to greet our tired bodies. It was like a magic show in many acts-too many to count and too few to quit now.



Shooting Stars



"Am I a bad person?" I whisper.

The hot tub's water jets are on high and it is hard to hear.

My husband, Aaron says to Gavin, "She wants to know if she's a bad person."

"No," Gavin whispers into my ear.

My husband is rubbing my clitoris and I have just stuck my hand on the inside of Gavin's leg. I touch his cock and it is growing hard. I put it back on his leg and he guides my hand onto it again.

The three of us are outside in our hot tub. My girlfriend who is staying with us is tired and has to go to work early in the morning. She is gone to bed now and it is just the three of us, Gavin, Aaron, and me, naked.

My husband, Aaron, who I love and share my life and my everything with, is on my right side. He is horny and when I touch his cock I know it is full and throbbing. 

Gavin, who I care deeply for and consider one of the best friends of my life, is on my left. He is touching my breast now.

"She likes her nipples pinched," Aaron says.

"Like this?" Gavin asks. He gives them a little squeeze.

I shake my head.

"No, harder," Aaron says in a deep tone.

It is hard to look at either of them and I keep my head down, eyes looking at the water or sometimes closed altogether.

Gavin squeezes my nipple hard. It feels good and I let out a little sigh.

Gavin wants me to touch his nipple. I squeeze it and he likes it.

Aaron is still rubbing my clitoris and I begin to cum.

Gavin's cock is hard in my hand now. It feels different to me. I have not held another cock in my hand besides Aaron's for 17 years. It is new and unfamiliar, and it is growing.

My mind is racing, "Can I do this? I'm Cumming already. Am I a bad person? It feels good. What kind of a whore..."

But I can't be a whore, can I? I've given two other guys head before: Before I married my husband 15 years ago. One was my boyfriend of five years, the other a bad mistake that I punished myself for over and over. I've never slept with anyone else in my life besides Aaron, but I love giving head and I love to cum. I must be a whore.

Alternate voices shift back and forth in my head as I'm Cumming. And Aaron is fucking me now. He's actually inside me and rubbing my clitoris. Gavin is sucking my left nipple and bites it a little. The bite surges through me and makes me cum a little more. I am stroking Gavin's cock and it is swollen now, big and hard. 

I glance at him. His eyes are rolled back in that familiar gaze. I look at Aaron. He is fucking me and he is wearing that same "Fuck me" expression. It makes me cum harder and I am hyperventilating. My legs shake a little and my mind is still racing. 

Here is someone I love, with all my heart, fucking me and there is someone who I care deeply about caressing me so lovingly and I'm touching him.

Gavin's cock is big and feels great in my left hand. His hand is over mine and we are lacing our fingers together.

Aaron pulls out of me. His familiar cock is throbbing, rock hard in my hand. His cock-head feels hotter than the water.

For a second, Gavin's cock goes limp. I touch his leg again and it springs back to life as he wraps his hand over mine and guides my hand in the familiar movement.

I am stroking both cocks now and Aaron maneuvers around to suck my right nipple. He puts himself under me and I am lifted up. 

I look at the sky. The clouds are out, but there are stars. "It is a beautiful night," I say.

"Yeah," Gavin says slow and steady, looking at me. I tuck my head into his shoulder and breathe in.

I am 37 years old and am the sexiest I have ever been. Unlike some others my age, my body shows very little signs of aging and is at its sexual peak. I cum so easy and I can be so hot. My nipples are big and my breasts are still perky and bounce. My waist is very small and my hips form a seductive curve. I have been told I am beautiful many times in my life, but now Aaron and Gavin are telling me I am beautiful and I believe them.

My body is on top the water with Aaron supporting me. Gavin wraps his fingers into a curl inside my vagina and rubs my G spot. I love this and I am Cumming again. My tits are above the water, rocking with the jets and rhythm we've created. My nipples are hard and Aaron is sucking my right tit. Gavin is fingering my G spot so well that I almost tell Aaron he needs to learn this move. I wonder while I'm being fingered if Gavin read about this technique in some magazine and it's stayed with him for every time he's had the chance to use it. 

I wonder about Aaron and Gavin and their experiences in life. Aaron is 40 and before he met me had many lovers. He is great in bed and always wanting to try new things. He has been the best teacher for me.

Gavin is young, 22. I'm not so sure about his experiences. He's told me things, but I wonder to myself as he's fingering me what his real experiences have been. 

I am Cumming and feel myself hyperventilating again. It feels good. My head is light and I feel like I'm lifted again. I glance at the stars. The clouds are gone and I see a shooting star. I make a wish.

Gavin asks if I am faking it like in "When Harry Met Sally". There is no need for me to fake it. Aaron knows this.

"No," he says in a kind of laugh.

This is funny to me too, because I cum so much during foreplay and sex that I have named my cums. There is "Light": That is the hyperventilating cum I get, mostly when my clitoris is being rubbed or I'm just starting out. There is "Deep": This cum is more intense inside my whole body. I growl like a wild animal and can't focus on anything but getting off. Another cum is "After Glow": This is a subtle cum that happens after we've been getting off for a long time and we're just about done. You can touch any part of me during "After Glow" and I will gently cum like I'm on the ceiling and I can't get down from their. "Super Nova" is the most intense cum I have and I don't always get it. It starts inside my heart and rushes out to my limbs in a chemical surge. I can literally feel the hormone surge through my body, nipples and bottoms of my feet. It runs down into my vagina, clit and anus. They all spasm intensely and I spray cum. 

In the hot tub I am groping both cocks in my hand and I'm rhythmically jerking on both of them. "What a fun upper body workout," I laugh to myself, "I love this!" I think, but then the feeling that I'm doing something wrong pervades my thoughts again and subdues me a little.

Gavin folds his palm over my hand on his cock and grabs it hard, then he squeezes it and pulls my hand way up over the head of his cock and back down again. "He likes it rough," I think to myself.

Aaron is fingering my anus and is stroking his cock. He sucks my nipple again and checks my left elbow to see if I'm stroking Gavin's cock too. I can read Aaron so well; it won't be long until he blows his load if he continues like this.

It is still hard to look into their eyes. Their eyes shift from being closed with head slightly back, to that half open, "Fuck me" look and back to shut again. I look at the sky and see two more shooting stars. I feel warm and loved. I know who my wishes are for.



Shooting Stars



Wow, more shooting stars. They are plentiful tonight. Looking up through the screening in the top of the tent on a clear summer night. Love these new tents with the screening on the top. Lying on my back staring at the stars.

What Am I doing?? I have much better things to stare at. I am lying on my back in the tent listening to the slurping sounds coming from my waist. 

I look down and see the soft blonde hair flowing across my chest. The cute head of hair is slowly bouncing up and down. I feel the soft moist lips around my hard cock, letting it slide in and out of those wonderful lips. She is moving slowly now, but earlier she was rapidly bouncing up and down. My cock feels fabulous inside her mouth. I reach down and hold one of those lovely tits suspended nearby. Her pace picks up again. I strain to hold off. She has been attacking my cock with her mouth for some time. I think it is time she had a break. I grab a knot of hair on the back of her head and start pumping her head up and down more rapidly than she can do it on her own. I am using my hands to fuck her sweet mouth. She loves being used this way. 

This is our first night camping this summer. We both love the outdoors. Sex under the stars is our favorite pastime. Eat, Fuck, and Fish. Going to be a great weekend. The lower foothills of the mountains are cool at night. We are camped near a trout spring. We can hear the water cascading off the boulders as it meanders downstream. The only sounds around are coming from our tent. Several other tents are nearby in other campsites, but they have retired for the evening. 

We plan on doing a little fishing in the morning. Of course there is always a wager about who will catch the most trout. Win or lose, we always enjoy the outcome. It always involves some sort of sexual play. 

The long drive up here was tiring. Packing quickly and of course, picking up several last minute things gave us a late start. But, we got here before dark, set up, and got a quick dinner. But, once the sun sets behind the hills, it cools fast and gets really dark. So dark that we can't see the surrounding trees without a light. So we retire to the tent. That's really where we want to be at night anyway. 

So, I pump her mouth for just a little while to let her know that I am in charge here. Then I make her rise up so I can feel both of those tits together. 

"Roll onto your back. Now it's your turn to look at the stars. Lets see how well you like them."

She knows what I like. She instantly flips onto her back and spreads her legs apart. She wants a hard piece of meat inside her. I move up and jam two fingers inside her to see how wet her pussy is. 

"Kind of feels like you are ready for some fucking. You want me to slam my hard cock inside you little girl?"

"Yes, Daddy, please fuck me hard." 

We love this role playing fantasy. Daddy and his little slut. Now things are going to get interesting. I move forward and hold her legs apart as I slide my hard cock into position. I slam in as hard as I can. She jerks as she feels her pussy filled. She begins to moan as I pump in and out. She is looking at me, and then she is looking past me at the roof of the tent. I know she loves seeing the stars as I fuck her. 

"You like having Daddy's hard cock inside you. You like being Daddy's little slut?"

"Yes, daddy, I will do anything you want. Please fuck me harder. Your cock feels so good."

I am squatting between her legs shoving my cock in and out. She has a clear view of the tent roof. Shooting stars are flashing across the sky. The weather guys got it right this time. I am fortunately gifted with the ability to last a good while. I continue pumping into her wet pussy. Slow then fast. Back and forth. She loves both. 

I flip her onto her stomach.

"On your knees, slut. Daddy needs to hold on to that beautiful ass." 

Yes, Daddy. Do you want to fuck your little girl from behind?"

"Yes, little girl. Get on your knees for Daddy. Show me that fine ass."

I get up and feel for the wet opening to her love hole. I stab my cock in hard and she winces. 

"You like that don't you little slut?'

Yes, Daddy, I love your hard cock inside me. Cum inside your little girl."

Not yet, sweet thing. I still got more to give you."

I slam in and out until we are both sweating. Then I decide that it is about time to end this session. We need some sleep.

You want to swallow daddy's load tonight little girl? You want Daddy to explode in your mouth?"

"Yes, Daddy. Please cum in my mouth. I love that."

I leave her on her knees and move around in front of her. I put my hard slimy cock up to her lips and she opens them and swallows my hard meat. I hold her hair on both sides of her head and begin pumping in and out. I don't go too deep. I don't want her to gag. I just want to fuck her mouth. I move faster. Now I am fucking her mouth as fast as I was fucking her pussy. This sometimes hurts her, but she loves it. I continue sliding in and out at a fast pace. Soon I can sense the pressure building. I stop as the first pulse explodes into her mouth. I make her swallow the entire load. I pulse several more times. Each shot hits the back of her throat and she instinctively swallows. She likes the feeling of my cock as it swells with each pulse. The feeling is overwhelming. My body jerks from the sensation of unloading in her sweet mouth. 

We collapse onto the air mattress. We lay on our backs, cuddling and watching the stars. I stroke her hair and ask, "Are you doing OK Sweet thing?" She just purrs and hugs tighter. We pull the blanket up and gaze at the stars overhead. More shooting stars for our viewing pleasure.

As we drift off to sleep, she says, "Tomorrow is going to be a great day. Good night baby."

Yes tomorrow will be a great day. We will fish for river trout, lay in the sun, and then she gets a surprise when my buddy shows up tomorrow night. She will thank me when she sees what he is packing.



Shooting Stars Always Burn Out



Ariana woke with a start, Patrick still asleep beside her. She swung her legs over the side of the bed to get up. He woke up, grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her back into bed. She put up a half struggle, not so much trying to break free as playing along. She secretly loved his strong arms around her, making her feel safe and dominated at the same time. He yanked her back roughly, like a rag doll, pinning her down. She fought a little harder, trying to throw him off. He bit her neck. She scratched her nails down his back. The fighting had merely become a part of their foreplay. Ariana found she couldn't even get into sex without it anymore. The idea of conquering any man was an instant turn off. She needed to be taken. To be possessed. 

"Tell me you need it, slut," he said, teasing her with the tip of his cock. Tell me you need it and you might get it. Beg me."

"I won't"

He grabbed her wrists and pinned them, squeezing a little too hard. The pain was beginning to be an addiction. A necessary component. 

"You don't want it deep inside you, throbbing, like a time bomb? Waiting to explode? This time may be the time, you know. I know you're ovulating. You're leaking like a faucet. Beg for it."

"Please don't make me. I won't fight you this time. I'm all yours. Just please don't make me beg again. It's humiliating."

He withdrew the tip of his cock, staring down at her stone-faced. She needed him. Couldn't bear the empty feeling. 

"Please, Jesus Christ, I need you inside me. I need to be yours. Please. I can't take it. Please."

Patrick plunged inside her, she was so wet for him by then her body offered no resistance. She immediately shook in ecstasy beneath him, eyes rolling back. He slowly began stroking inside her. 

The transformation was complete. Patrick worried that he was becoming dependent on having her. He dreamed of her little gasps and squeaks, her pleading haunted his daytime thoughts. He began moving faster, harder. He claimed her body almost angrily. Grunting as he forcefully rutted into her. He felt a manic need to possess her at all times. He felt an orgasm approaching and knew he wouldn't be able to stop there. What was happening to him?

Ariana lay on her back, belly bared, taking what she could get from Patrick. A terrible cliché. She felt like a junkie, powerless to stop. She hadn't begun missing work yet but people were starting to notice that her normally polished appearance was not quite so perfect anymore. The orgasm ripped through them both simultaneously. 

"Take it, take all of it" Patrick growled through gritted teeth. 

They lay silent. Recovering. Ariana knew it was out of control. She knew Patrick was becoming more than a fling, but this wasn't a relationship. This was something dangerous. She had to let go. She turned to tell him so and he mounted her again, kissing her passionately.

Patrick knew what Ariana was going to say before she even said it. They had to stop. He was losing time. Blowing off jobs to be with her. They had to stop. He just couldn't give her up. Something about her was mesmerizing. He felt his excitement throb and pushed into her again, amazed at his own refractory period. She was a drug. If she wasn't already pregnant she would soon be. He lifted one leg and put it on his shoulder to get a deeper angle. 

Ariana sighed beneath him, dug her nails into his shoulders, and panted while Patrick took what he needed from her. He hit her g spot full on and she squirted, shaking uncontrollably.

Patrick rolled over, still at full staff, smiling. He wanted to give her a moment, she'd never cum that hard for him, and she looked like she couldn't take much more. He started to tell her to rest up for another round and before he could form the words he felt her mouth envelope him, warm and wet and soft. 

Patrick growled and grabbed her head. Pushing her all the way down. Ariana gagged and sputtered around his thick throbbing cock, finally getting her bearings and wrapping her lips around it. She began slowly working the shaft, starting half way down and slowly suckling her way up until only the head was in her mouth, then plunging back down. Patrick whimpered. Ariana, enjoying his reaction, sped up a little, going down too far a few times. She'd come back up sputtering, a line of drool between her lips and Patrick's purple throbbing head. She went in one last time, bottoming out in her throat, and she felt Patrick begin to twitch in her mouth. 

"Take it all you fucking cum slurping whore" he roared, shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum down her throat. 

Afterwards he lay there. Finally sated for the moment. Ariana lay, her head in his lap, throat sore, smiling. He was hers again.