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Katya

By: Vitorio



Hi,

This is a completely new and not really my normal fare. It is an episode from a series of stories where the hero has his roots in the Faust legend. Much is not explained but will become clearer as episodes take form. They will vary in content. This one is an episode from an imagined visit to the porn capital of America (several more will follow) and is HARDCORE and contains mild, very mild and consensual, bondage. Please enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing (and imagining!). Incidentally, she is real! Check the internet. And please, please remember, THIS IS FANTASY so anything is possible!

I stayed with Katya Kassin for just over a week. It was a great time for someone like me who loves anal sex. Let me tell you this woman is a anal angel. She absolutely loves cock in her arse. I suppose I don't really have to emphasize the fact because her numerous films show the truth of it!

I think I fucked her arse in every way possible both on film and back at her house. 

I first met her at Vikki's. I knew I wanted to move on having enjoyed myself with Vikki for a week. She was happy to see me leave having drained me (nearly) dry for her web site. I persuaded her, in my usual manner, to throw a party and suggested, again using my ability to put ideas into her head, who to invite. One person was Katya.

We met and, looking into her mind, I could see that she had watched a couple of Vikki's web-casts and seen me in action. I'd made sure that my reputation was spread about the valley for future purposes. 

"Hi," I said with a smile, "I've been waiting a long time to meet you."

She smiled back, "Why?"

I laughed, "Because," I said, "you have a fabulous arse and you know how to use it." Well Katya isn't shy and she does have a fabulous arse. It's not small, it's not the 'bubble but' so beloved of many arsefucking movies, it's BIG. It's big and it's shapely and it's fucking gorgeous! I suspect it looks so good because Katya is only 5 feet tall and only weighs 100lbs so an arse like hers really does hit you. Even more so if the first thing you look at in a woman is her arse. I'd lusted after Katya for ages and meeting her was, despite my newfound skills, a tremendously exciting experience.

She laughed back and replied in her lovely accented English (which, incidentally, I won't try to render), "You are very forward for an Englishman."

"Mmm," I murmured, "but, Katya darling, you are very sexy for a German!" 

This brought a big laugh. "I hear that Vikki is very pleased with you."

I laughed, "I wouldn't know but she seemed happy enough. I'm looking to move on." Now I probed her mind and set the idea that it might be nice to experience me for a while.

"How about I come and visit?" I asked.

"That sounds like a very good idea," she laughed back as I punched the positive ideas in her mind.

"Oh, now I only think you want me for my body!"

"True," she said with a smile (she did, after all, have her own web site), "but only for a special part!"

I laughed, "Seems good to me. I mainly want you for a special part! When shall I move in?" Not strictly true, she has a fabulous cunt and a very professional mouth.

"How about tomorrow," she said with a smile, "I'm between men at the moment."

"That," I said with a smile, "is impossible to believe." I bent and kissed her cheek, "You, you angel, should never be between men other than on the set or in the bedroom," I added with a smile.

She laughed, "You are obscene!"

"No darling, just madly in lust with you." I moved close, "I have dreamed of that arse of yours for ages."

"It's too big," she said with a smile knowing full well it was perfect.

"Katya darling," I said seriously, "your arse is the best on the block and, if you let me, I will fuck it for your enjoyment."

Again she laughed, "Who could turn down such a tempting offer," she said, "you know where my house is?" I nodded. "I will see you tomorrow then."

I took a deep breath, mission accomplished! "Yes. With the greatest of pleasure!" 

She seemed surprised at my passion but smiled and said, "I'll see you tomorrow.

That night I made my peace with Vikki and fucked her cunt and arse. I knew she had enjoyed our time together so it wasn't difficult to just give her positive thoughts about the future without me.

I won't go into too much detail about my time with Katya, just one episode. This later resulted in a shot scene because she liked it so much. It was about three days after I moved in with her. We'd fucked each other every which way over that time resulting in her easing down her filming schedule so she could accommodate my cock. I was able to enhance her experience by tweaking the pleasure centres of her brain. She was also exceptionally pleased at my powers of stamina (gained at the expense of six months off my life) and the amount of cum I produced (again, costing me time; three months).

The thing she really enjoyed was feeling my spurts of cum hit her insides when I came deep inside her arse. She got little cum there in her films even with the new rage of 'creampie' videos because the studs always shot just inside her arse so it could run out for the cameras. Most other cum shots were either facial or mouth. Don't get me wrong, Katya swallowed cum along with the best of them and enjoyed it – well she did with me but that's not surprising really.

To the scene we 'rehearsed' I suppose. I'd seen a glamour photo shoot of Katya, dressed in a bra and panties and wearing 4 inch heels. Very, very sexy. The material was faintly tiger skin in appearance and covered everything important in a particularly enticing way. One shot showed her laying face down on a table legs apart and bent back at the knees. I thought that this position had great potential for fucking her. Particularly her arse which was so bloody enticing. I showed her the picture on-line and suggested some variations.

"Dirty bastard," she said laughing, "but it sounds exciting. Can I trust you?"

Well what I was suggesting would leave her somewhat defenceless so I suppose I could understand the question. More to the point in this case was could I trust myself? But, anyway, "Of course Katya darling, totally and completely." 

She looked at me for a moment then smiled, "OK," she said taking a deep breath, "I'll do it." It was a risk for her because no one else was present then, just me and Katya.

Luckily she had the gear upstairs in her bedroom so I sent her off to dress and prepare her arse for some serious fucking, oh and her pussy as well – wasn't going to neglect that! It's almost as good as her arsehole. Half an hour later she came down dressed in the gear and with her hair straight. Katya has a wonderful ability to look 'different', to almost be a different woman. I suppose it comes from so much experience in the adult industry. Now she looked wanton, almost wild. The panties showed off her fabulous hips to perfection and, as she turned her wonderful arse was superbly displayed.

I swept her up in my arms and kissed her lips, a kiss returned with passion. We had 'connected' over the last few days (not surprising as I'd been filling her mind with positive images and made her orgasms much more intense than usual) and it didn't take long for her to 'heat' up. I ran my hands over her body, her arse, and her thighs before leading her into the dining room where I'd prepared everything. 

The table was covered in a duvet from one of her beds doubled up. The position she was going to find herself in would have been even more uncomfortable without the cushioning effect of the duvet. I did sense some apprehension as I directed her to the table.

"Bend over," I said quietly as I positioned her against the table end. She leant forward, her arse pushed out now by the effect of her high heeled shoes. She looked gorgeous. It was all I could do to keep my hands off her so I didn't, just spent a few moments fondling the cheeks of her arse and backs of her legs. Now time to put her 'in position'. I lifted her legs and slid her further on to the table so she was laying flat. Then I showed her the two pairs of silken handcuffs I'd bought earlier in the day. She took a deep breath, this was almost the point of no return.

"OK?" I asked quietly. 

She nodded, "It's exciting!" I smiled and agreed – it was!

I fixed one pair of handcuffs to each wrist then executed the next move. Standing to one side I lifted her leg backwards with one hand. With the other I pulled her arm back and slipped the empty cuff around her ankle and clicked it shut. Halfway there! Quickly round to the other side of the table, I did the same there and she was completely shackled.

The picture before me was erotic in the extreme. Her legs pulled back like this opened her completely, stretching the material of her panties across her cunt and arse. Because of the tension, her arms pulled back exposed her face completely. She was totally helpless and, let me tell you, it is hard not to succumb to the most base of desires when you have a woman so helpless like this. 

Not only could I see the apprehension, possibly even fear, on her face – and remember this is an experienced porn star who had taken part in some BDSM movies – I could sense it in her mind. Sense the fear and worry at having given herself over to me like this. Remember, the 'mainstream. BDSM films she'd been in were fairly tame affairs in reality, much being simulated. And, of course, there were always plenty of people around. Now she was at one man's mercy and that man was having trouble fighting his desires and those of his master.

I made my pact with Satan after my divorce. I was idly watching some porn on video and I thought how wonderful it would be to have the ability to convince women to have sex with me. I didn't think much of it, it was and must be, a common male fantasy. I'd just finished reading Marlowe's 'Doctor Faustus' which then set me to remembering a comical story I'd read many years ago about a guy who gets a visit from a unique door to door salesman. It's effectively a take on the Faust legend and very funny. I just fantasized at what I would do if it happened to me. Would I sell my soul? Well, I didn't really believe I had one so I supposed I would.

Anyway, back to the task in hand. Because Satan was to be my master he was always attempting to push me over the edge. I resisted. Why? Stubbornness I suppose and the idea that he had me for eternity so I would be my own man while I lived. I wasn't prepared to compromise. Of course what I did could be likened to rape but, in truth, I couldn't make anybody do anything they didn't really want to do. My powers are mainly to do with suggestion, putting ideas into minds already primed for them. I can enhance pleasure, induce a female orgasm – not that I do so often. I am a man after all and I like to think I can do that without resorting to my powers – other than those sexual of course.

Now, staring down at Katya in this position: seeing the apprehension on her face and the tenseness of her body, I was having difficulty keeping Satan at bay. All the evil things I'd ever imagined rushed through my head but I put them, and him, behind me. I moved in front of her and knelt, face level with hers.

"OK Katya love?" She nodded. "Want to stop?"

"No. It's . . . exciting."

I smiled and stood then began to undress. Bit of a relief really because my cock was almost bent in half by now seeing her like this. She watched quietly as her eyes followed clothing to the floor then focussed on my cock. It's pretty good. Part of the 'negotiations' it grew a bit afterwards and now stands 8½ inches at full stretch and just over 3 round. All of the women I'd been with since my pact liked it and they liked the stamina I'd also obtained. I could manage three or four times a day easily; always accompanied by a large dose of cum.

"I want to suck it," she said with a smile, "and taste you."

I laughed, "No cum here Katya love. That is destined for your sweet arsehole." She laughed.

"I love the way you say that," she said, "'arsehole'. It's strange. Better than 'ass'."

"That's the English version," I said smiling, "let's move you up." I eased her up to the end of the table so she was in the right position and offered my cock to her mouth. This is bloody exciting as well. The temptation to fuck her mouth hard was difficult to resist but I just allowed her to suck the head inside and wash it with her tongue. She was looking up at me as she sucked and I began to gently fuck her mouth, sliding slowly back and forth, a little deeper each time. I was totally in control here, able to give her as much or as little as I wanted. She seemed happy just accepting what I gave her, sucking and licking as I fed her cock. My hands moved down to her head, stroking her hair then holding her still. Why I don't know because she couldn't move in this position but I suppose it just gave the whole scenario and edge.

I was fucking her mouth deeper now, getting carried away in the eroticism of the situation. Then I realised that the bastard was sneaking up on me! I slowed then, just the head in her mouth, and allowed her to do her own thing with it. Let me tell you she is good! Bloody good. It wasn't long before I had to pull out, a rope of spittle and pre-cum joining the end to her mouth.

"Bloody hell Katya, nearly lost it then!"

She pouted, "I wanted to taste your cum. It tastes nice." Well I knew it did – another part of the bargain.

I knelt before her again and kissed her cheek, "This load is for your arse – I told you. You know what you'll have to do if you really want to taste it." Well she did but I hadn't seen her drink cum from her arse so I didn't know whether she would do it.

"If it runs out you catch it," she said with a sultry smile, "I might . . ."

"Time to move on?"

"Yes," she said breathlessly. I moved to the side table and picked up the two dildoes. One was about 8 inches long and 2 across; quite large. The other was thinner and an inch or so longer. This one was a vibrator as well as just a dildo. I brought them round to show her.

"I'm going to use these two," I said with a smile.

She looked surprised, "I want your cock!"

I laughed, "Oh Katya darling, you are going to get my cock. I think there might be a tiny bit of DPP and DAP!"

"Oh god," was all she managed as I moved away behind her. Holding her by the calves I eased her back along the table so her cunt was at the edge. I'm quite tall so it was in a perfect position for fucking. For her arsehole, slightly higher of course, I might have to stand on tiptoe – a small price to pay for entering her like this.

The first thing to do was remove her panties. I reached for the scissors on the side then walked round in front and showed them to her. Her eyes widened as I ran the tip over her shoulders then down her back. I heard a sharp intake of breath as I pushed harder over her arse cheeks and down to the back of her legs. He was close then because I felt the intense need to cut her, hurt her, and it was so, so difficult to control. I realised just then how dangerous this kind of play could be for me, and for my partner, so I never did this again – well not without anyone else present.

I stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. He was never 'really' there, just a presence trying to control, to coerce. I fought the desire and it diminished. The trouble was that my cock was so hard now as the images of pain and torture filled my mind, that it was difficult to regain the feeling of enjoyment at giving her pleasure. So I walked round in front of her again and knelt.

She must have realised that something had happened because she looked really scared now, eyes focussed on the scissors in my hand. I took a deep breath and smiled, "Sorry love – need a moment to get control. Fuck Katya you are so . . . so fucking unbelievably sexy like this it's almost impossible to control myself."

"What? What do you mean?"

Another deep breath. "I'll tell you afterwards love," I smiled, "back to the task in hand. I need to get rid of those panties!"

"Mmm," she murmured seemingly happy now.

I moved back and lightly stroked the scissors over her bottom cheeks then slid one blade under on side of the panties and snipped. Not much material to get through so soon done. Then I did the other side and eased them off. What a sight! The cheeks of her arse were pushed together so her anus was not visible like this but her cunt was completely open, lips pulled apart.

I stoked her back and right down over her over her bottom cheeks and down the backs of her legs. Then longer on her bottom, caressing, squeezing, stroking. Katya seemed to be enjoying this from the low moans emanating from the other end of the table. After a while I knelt down and began using my mouth to pleasure her. First kissing and licking the inside of her legs right up to her cunt. Of course she couldn't move at all. She told me afterwards how sexy this was. I couldn't resist her cunt for much longer so teased the outer lips with my tongue before probing deeper. As she was so open in this position it was easy to get right inside and coat her passage with saliva. She tasted great as she began to secrete her female juices. A few minutes of this then I moved down to her clitoris, proud now as she became even more aroused, and gently nipped it in my lips.

"Oh god, fuck! Oh you bastard! Do that, shit, do that some more." So I did, harder this time, and then using my teeth. A shudder rocked her body and her juices flowed strongly covering my face – not that I minded.

Time now to move on to her arse. Still kneeling I began to knead the cheeks of her arse more firmly, occasionally opening them to expose the valley containing her delightfully, and still tight, arsehole. My tongue had been there several times before and, as she was always completely clean and professional before anal sex, even in her private life, it was a pleasure. And it was going to be a pleasure just now, more intense because of the situation. 

I started at the base of her spine, running my tongue down the valley and forcing her cheeks apart. I caught the faint taste of the lube she used in preparing her arse for the coming 'assault'; strawberry I thought. This was a good sign she would suck my cock after the sodomy and I must admit I do love ATM – there's something completely filthy about a woman doing that after my cock has been deep in her arse! A while of doing this, tonguing down the valley then I used my thumbs to part the cheeks fully, pulling them completely apart and exposing her now slightly stretched anus. I licked back and forth over the forbidden entrance savouring her complete helplessness. Her total inability to prevent me from doing virtually anything I wanted to her. Luckily for us both, I only wanted to give her pleasure – and me of course!

Now I concentrated on her arsehole, rimming the muscle and teasing it loose. Katya was a 'pro' so she was soon able to take my probing tongue inside allowing me to lick the walls just inside her rectum. No, not disgusting, perfectly enjoyable and safe if properly prepared. I know, believe me, that anal sex can be dangerous, dirty, and completely un-enjoyable but only if the recipient is not ready for it. Katya was ready, willing, and enjoying my tongue. I knew that because her sphincter was trying to trap it there!

I was enjoying this but time to move on, involve Katya in the next move. I stood and, walking round to her head, showed her the two dildoes again. "Which one where sweetheart?" I asked with a smile.

She raised her eyebrows, "No cock?"

"Oh, you get cock and one of these. You get one of these in your cunt and one in your arse. Then you get my cock in your cunt with one of these, then you get my cock in your arse with one of these. Then, when I've fucked your arse for a while, you get a very large dose of cum deep in your bowels. How does that sound?"


Katya



It all started in high school. I was somewhat a hermit and I didn't go along with the crowd on most things unlike the rest of the human world. As a result of this, I was either left behind or left out. It was blissful but there were moments where I would feel so alone. It felt as though I was locked in a room with no lights in. It was so cold and lonely; this feeling helped me focus but it gradually damaged me. Not until I met her. She held the key to that door and she opened it wide for me to see the light I hadn't seen in a long time. Gina was funny beautiful smart and all that. Gina had been in most of my classes but being the hermit I was I didn't even notice her. Not until she approached me. We got closer over a short period of time and our friendship lasted until we left school. Things changed. 

By chance we stayed in the same apartment and by chance we got accepted to work in the same firm. We had a couple of disagreements over a load of codswallop; probably as a result of seeing too much of each other. We would not talk to each other for weeks even. After putting a lot of thought in it I realized that I actually had feelings for Gina. I went to her bed in the night and spoke to her. She was reading last month's Cosmo.

'What is it?'

'I'm sorry for what I did back then'. Whatever it was, I couldn't remember. 'I want to tell you something that has been on my mind for a long time now.'

Gina listened raptly.

'I... how do I put this. Before I met you I nursed a hollow in my heart. You came and filled that hole up. You have become a part of me I can't do without.' I paused, thinking of my next words. I looked at my hands. It was evident. 'What I'm saying is I love you, Gina.'

I looked up at Gina. To my utmost surprise her eyes were filled with tears. Before I could speak she held me and planted her lips on mine. Her tongue had a slight strawberry flavor to it. I love strawberry...

The next night I took a shower before I lay on my bed, my intentions toward sleep. I closed my eyes and when I opened them; my hands were tied lightly to either post. I was savvy enough to guess what was coming. Gina's lips were against mine and it was great. I had a huge uplifting feeling in my chest and I knew I loved the person that was kissing me. Of course the feeling wasn't the only reason.

'Katya, I loved you since the day we met. I wasn't sure but now when I look back I know that I did love you.'

'And at the slightest opportunity you have me waiting to be ravished.'

'Exactly' The following events were exhilarating. Gina and i broke barriers in pleasure. Having her in my arms was just enough nonetheless. I wish I could reciprocate completely what she made me experience. Just looking at her sent a shiver of excitement though my body. She was incredibly sensual. It was so great; I barely remember what she did to me. All I remember was one awesome orgasm. One time, I was working on some reports that were due in a few hours. I dozed slightly since I had been up all night. Gina had been watching the late show. I didn't notice her coming in but as I closed my eyes I felt her soft lips against my neck, her tongue tasting my skin. She undid my blouse and felt my chest. I involuntarily let out a soft moan.

'You like that.' 

'Stop it, Gina.'

'Okay.'

She reached down and undid my zip. Her slim fingers toyed with me and slid in gently. I gave up.

'Come here.'

I had her sit on top of me. While I kissed her, I slowly undid her blouse. Her nipples stood hard on her perky breasts and I could tell how turned on she was. I kissed them while I slid my hand up her skirt. As her juices trickled down my fingers, her tongue gently flicked mine. Her lips were over mine so she hummed her pleasure. Her warm breath ran along my cheeks as she slid her fingers into me. I gasped and she smiled, running her tongue down my neck. She tasted her cum from my fingers and my lips as she gently thrust her fingers in and out of me.

My legs parted involuntarily; her actions drove me wild. She kissed me as she coursed her fingers through my hair. I ran my hand all the way down her back while deepening our kisses. I wanted her even more. I gasped frantically during my slow but thorough approach to orgasm. Gina took her time with me yet she showed me no relent. She hit the right spots and greatly intensified my moans. The world around caved in and all that was left was Gina and the pleasure she gave me. My quivering body led us to the floor and she completely had me. As we lay breathless on the floor, I closed my eyes; I could not fathom the magnitude, the fervency of the passion we shared. I recalled the sensuous look in her eyes, beckoning, telling me she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Gina was all that mattered to me. No other person could love me more.

***

Gina had told him that I won't be here for the night so they could come back to her place. She was right. I was going to stay with her that night because I had a crucial meeting with a client. Luckily, he didn't show up even after two hours of wait. I came back to Gina's place and slipped in rather stealthily. They were in the candle lit dining room and were deep in conversation. I peek through and I saw them. John wasn't bad but she looked resplendent. I couldn't help wondering how I could forget she had a boyfriend this whole time. My mind raced and I felt jealousy freeze my heart. I didn't want to share her with anyone. I had constantly told myself that her heart was with me. That she loved me more and it was just a matter of time before she broke it off with him. I looked at her and her radiant smile warmed the icicles around my heart. His words seemed to reverberate around the room and into our ears. I could see why Gina was smitten by him. His presence conveyed a sense of dominance around him. Gina was awed. He came to her and took her in his arms. Their ensuing kiss was so long and deep. It resonated envy through my heart. As she led him to the bedroom, I moved cautiously behind them. On entry, I saw Gina looking up to his eyes wearing the same strong countenance of the desire she had for me. My heart constricted as I watched as Gina's garbs were discarded and they... His grip was firm yet he handled her with care as though she were a fragile object. He took her while he whispered into her ear. I watched as she merely clung onto him as he thrust deeper into her. She screamed as he thrust hard into her. I couldn't tell whether it was for pleasure, pain or a twisted mix for both. What I could tell was that she was having an experience that...

She looked at me but she couldn't see as tears had hindered her sight. I hurriedly left the room, images of that moment flashing through my mind. I rushed into the parlor tears trickling down my cheeks. Gina's moans and screams sang me to sleep after hours of their torment. I woke up the next morning to see Gina's face, smiling at me. The radiance...

'When did you get back?'

Quickly remembering why I was there. '30 minutes ago.'

'He left earlier.'

Doing my best to feign ignorance, "How was your date?" I said.

'It was fun. We had fun.'

'Oh. Anyway, I'm skipping work today so I'll just hang around.'

'I wish you'd go back to sleep.'

'Why's that?'

'I love watching you.'

Those seemingly benign words fell heavily on my thoughts. Words left me as she kissed me and left for work.

As I had breakfast at a nearby diner, the events from the night before flashed through my mind. Gina was happy. Seemingly, I liked to think. I didn't want to spoil anything for her; neither did I want to be unhappy. That night, as Gina changed her clothes, I sat on the bed watching her with my mind elsewhere.

'Alright, Katya. I let you off this morning so now we talk. What is it?'

'I...'tears rushed down my eyes.

'What's wrong?' She came to me.

'I am sorry.'

'What? Why?'

'I was here last night.'

'Oh...'

'Do you love me, Gina?'

Her pause sent doubts running through my mind. She looked away. Then she looked back at me. Those eyes couldn't lie. They were filled with tears.

'I'm sorry.'

'Do you love me?'

'Yes, I do. I broke up with him today. I know I've made you anxious and I'm sorry. I'll do anything to make it up to you.' She wiped my tears with her hand. It felt so warm. Anything?

I just wanted her to tell me she loved me. I was glad she had seen through my anxiety. I had never been deeper in love with anyone as I was with her. My heart skipped as her lips fell on mine. She held me to herself and I felt delicate in her arms. She took me in her care and drove me wild all night. Her kisses felt like nothing before. The feel of her body against mine was phenomenal. Gina had me as I had her. Gina exhausted me and I lay still, gently caressing her bare body. She had a slight smile on her face as her breath whispered against my chest. I couldn't resist leaning in to give her a soft kiss. Her smile widened.

'You're so randy.'

'I couldn't resist.'

'Don't.' I reached for her, kissing her lips softer still. She caressed the side of my face ever so gently. I felt a flame kindle somewhere in my body and fought hard to stifle it. I pulled her body close to mine and slept in her embrace. 

I came back from work in high spirits. A regularly good day at the office got better. All I could think of after work was Gina. I entered the room and found her on the bed listening to music. she hadn't seen me and I was glad: I wanted to surprise her. I took off my jacket and dropped it eagerly on a chair. Gina had on a skimpy negligee and I wanted it off. I gently climbed the bed and crawled to her. I felt her thighs and her back as I gently undid her fasteners. I kissed her nape and her back while I felt her breasts. She started to turn and I reluctantly let her. I watched her closely as she slowly slid the negligee of her body, looking into my eyes as she did. Her eyes spoke to me as she lay back to the bed. I kissed my way up to her. Gina's breathing got heavier. She reached under my skirt and felt me. 

As I slowly undid my shirt I stopped involuntarily, gasping for pleasure. She reached under my shirt and fondled me gently. I closed my eyes, savoring her touch. As my lips parted, she kissed me deeply while slowly unfastening my skirt. Suddenly I was on my back and my skirt was nowhere to be found. She ripped off my shirt and went down on me with added vigor. My eyes rolled back into my head as I drowned in a river of bliss. My body moved on its own. I clawed deep into the sheets as I gasped and moaned for pleasure. A tear rolled down my cheek and she tasted it. As she kissed me, I bit her lip lovingly. She then gave me love bites on my most sensitive areas. I sweated profusely, experiencing multiple orgasms like never before. As soon as I could move, I turned her on her back and worked on her, making her come intensely, each orgasm greater every time. Her soft gasps turned me on all the more. All I wanted to do was to please her even more than she pleased me. Her eyes closed tightly and she moaned breathlessly. 

She held me closely and teased my ear. I felt her muscles tighten once more. I savored her taste as I went down there and ate her out, gently flicking her lips with mine and softly grazing my teeth on her clit. I drove her wild. She did her best to hold my head but would let go in a spasm of pleasure. Her moans made me touch myself. I could feel the surges of excitement from her coursing through me. She wanted me back up to her and I obliged. She tasted her juices from my lips and savored the feel of my tongue gently flicking hers. I felt her juices gently trickling along my fingers as she felt mine. We completely exhausted ourselves and I barely clung to her as I slept. I felt her gently caressing me and I cuddled her, kissing her gently. I felt a stifled quiver of excitement in her body as I held her. We couldn't get enough of each other. Nothing else mattered... 



Katya and Mark's Train Ride



It was an autumn evening and Katya walked along the train platform to the end; Mark was waiting for her. She smiled when she saw him and kissed his lips softly, looking into his eyes. He wrapped his arms around her waist clothed in a white silk shirt as she ran her hands round, inside his suit jacket.

"How was your day gorgeous?"

"Better for seeing you! I've been thinking about you all day..."

"Oh really? What about me?"

"What I'm going to do to you when we get home," Katya responded with a wicked glint in her eye.

It was true; Katya had spent most of the day at her desk daydreaming about that evening. For some inexplicable reason she had been very horny recently and intended to make the most of it. She'd been sending Mark provocative texts all day, to which he'd responded with just as much vigour. 

Five minutes late, the train finally rolled into the station. It was rush hour and Katya and Mark managed to find a wall to squeeze themselves into amongst the rest of the commuters. Mark turned around so that he was face-to-face with Katya and kissed his lips. He gazed at her long dark hair, falling into natural waves around her soft face with those full lips he loved kissing so much. He felt himself become aroused as he looked at her top, suddenly realising that it was completely translucent. He could see the outline of the flimsy white lace that made up her bra and did a very poor job of supporting her breasts because they looked, to him, as though they were about to burst out of her top. His eyes scanned down the rest of her body to the flowing black skirt that ended at her knees and her nylon tights, down to her feet clad in entirely impractical shoes that seemed to be all 'tiny little heel'. He moved a little closer, unnecessarily, so that Katya could feel his growing cock against her thigh. She looked up, catching his eye and grinned. She rested her hand against his chest and felt for his nipple, giving it a little tweak. Mark moved his hand against her crotch area and applied pressure. Katya opened her eyes wide in protest, but as Mark pushed harder she melted into his touch, angling her body so she could feel the tips of his fingers more intensely. Slowly he began to rub her clit through the material of her skirt as Katya did her best to act normal. Fortunately they packed in like sardines and no one noticed their illicit movements. 

Katya could feel Mark's cock growing harder and brushed the palm of her hand over his trousers. He responded with a light groan and pushed up against her thigh harder. Katya was becoming wetter and she was longing for the train ride to end so she could hurry home with Mark. As the journey wore on, more and more people got off until they were the last people in the carriage. Katya and Mark lived at the last stop on the line, and not many people who lived near them bothered to commute to the city. Mark glanced around and said,

"I think we're alone... with at least 20 minutes left of this journey..." Katya scanned the carriage and couldn't see anyone. But she still looked at Mark with a shocked expression, 

"Mark, we can't. Not here -- what if someone came in? It's a train!"

"They won't. Anyway, I think I might explode if I can't have you now!" 

Katya giggled and allowed Mark to kiss her neck and collarbone. He slipped his hand underneath her skirt and pulled down at her tights and underwear until they were around her thighs. Then he slipped two fingers into her dripping went cunt and began to finger fuck her. Katya gasped and clung onto the pole next to her. They began to kiss passionately as she stroked the bulge in his trousers firmly and then slowly undid the zip on his suit trousers, pulling out his fully erect cock. She pulled the foreskin over the head and ran her hands back down the shaft to the base of it causing Mark to groan loudly. Katya repeated this a few times until Mark growled, 

"Enough! I want you!"

He undid the top few buttons of her top and slipped one of her breasts out of the bra, bringing it to his mouth and sucking on her nipple, while continuing to push his fingers in and out of her. Then he lifted Katya up against a small ledge and positioned his cock at the entrance to her cunt. As he was doing so Katya got a whole look at the carriage. Sitting in the corner was a middle-aged businessman watching them intently with a massive bulge in his trousers which he seemed to be stroking. Katya gasped and said urgently to Mark,

"I think we have an audience." Mark turned to see where she was looking and became even more turned on.

"Does it matter darling? He just wants to see such a beautiful woman like you get fucked. Let's show him." Katya grinned wickedly and Mark slid himself inside her as she moaned loudly and held onto his shoulders. At this point the businessman unzipped his flies and got out his cock, stroking it to attention. Katya had a perfect view of this and became even more turned on, enjoying the feeling of being fucked while watching another man become aroused by it. Mark held on to her breasts as he thrust into her and said,

"Let me know what he's doing."

"He's got his cock out and he's watching us while stroking it." Katya responded quickly, in between her own moans; she could feel the familiar pleasure feeling rising. It seemed as though the businessman could also feel the pleasure mounting as he began groaning and stroking himself faster. Mark too picked up the pace and glanced round to look at this guy watching him fuck his wife. Then he pushed deeper into Katya faster, desperate for some release. 

Katya watched the businessman and Mark alternately as she held Mark's head into her breasts, urging him to suck her nipples. She let out a raspy moan as Mark slid back into her. Suddenly, there was a loud moan from the corner where the businessman was sitting. Katya looked up just in time to see him cum across the floor and the seat opposite him. Mark couldn't take anymore and thrust into Katya a couple more times before he too climaxed. Katya felt his cum spurt into her, and his throbbing cock against the walls of her pussy and it pushed her over the edge. She temporarily lost her voice as the strength of her orgasm hit her. She leant back against the wall of the carriage and closed her eyes; that was, by far, the best orgasm she had ever experienced. 



Katya and Sara



"How do you say this word?" Katya asked her friend and tutor.

The attractive brunette moved in close to her friend of 6 months. She and the lovely Dane had become immediate friends when Katya had started working in the coffee shop Sara frequented. Katya was taking night classes to improve her English, yet she was still struggling with idiom. Sara herself spoke three languages, one of them being French, which Katya also spoke. They were able to communicate and the curvy brunette was able to help the slender, 5'9" blonde immigrant. They met for coffee every other day and discovered they had a lot in common. Both were divorced and their divorces had cost them a great deal.

"That word is degenerate," Sara explained to her friend.

"What does that mean -- degenerate?"

"Like your ex-husband," Sara laughed.

"Oh, it means like asshole pervert," Katya grinned and laughed along with her friend. Baron Frederick la Cour had seemed the very picture of debonair, suave and charming when Katya had first met him. Only a few years into the marriage did the then-25 year old blonde ex-model discover she had given up a life of pleasure, travel and fun to marry a man who was cruel, twisted and wished to use her for his own amusement. Katya was far from prudish, but her 25-years older husband viewed her as a possession. Free will was not to be tolerated. If he wanted her to have sex with several of his business associates and their wives, she would be expected to do just that. With the help of one of his kinder and more influential associates, Katya was able to leave Denmark and come to Canada. She liked the flavor of the country and when she settled in Toronto, she found work and with assistance, was able to take classes to improve her English. One of her customers at the coffee shop was a lawyer and he was helping her pro bono. Katya would have suspected he had a thing for her had the gentleman in question not been 65 years of age and a happily-married grandfather of 2.

Frederick's lawyers were almost as devious and underhanded as the man himself. It had been a blessing for her to meet Sara. When Gerard couldn't come to represent her, Sara would come to any court hearings or meetings to make sure Frederick's "pond of scumbags" as Katya called them, were not trying to pull any fast ones. The attractive ex-photographer could well have been a lawyer herself, not one thing slipped past her. Even Gerard commented on how agile Sara was and what meticulous notes she took.

"There's nothing wrong with a little perversion," Sara giggled, leaning in close to Katya. She smelled the Jasmine perfume Katya wore, which was her favorite. Katya was also wearing the lilac scarf Sara had given her for her birthday last week and a pair of 3-inch heels that made her so breathtaking and tall. She wanted Katya to pose for her someday and Katya had promised that she would when things were more tranquil. Sara intended to hold her to that promise. A woman like Katya could easily be a muse to a talented photographer and Sara Jordan was nothing if not talented. Although she had fallen on hard times, it was not her doing. She had put her trust and her love in a man that had deserved neither of those things.

Geoff Patterson had been a younger, very funny and hip young photographer's assistant who knew how to lay on the flattery -- with a trowel. He had told his boss that she was the best photographer he had ever seen and that her erotic photos could make her wealthy. That was true enough. Geoff had excellent contacts at several magazine and Internet publishers. Sara's workload doubled and she was able to take on her new assistant full-time. The 22-year old hunk was soon able to worm his way into her bedroom as well.

Geoff had one good point, he was a fucking machine. The sultry brunette had never found any man who could perform foreplay with the style that Geoff could and then get one of her patented, never-fail blowjobs and get off and THEN fuck her for a solid hour. She found herself smitten with the handsome, sandy-haired surfer dude. He was always praising his lady and telling her she was the best at everything she did. That probably should have been her first clue. There was never any doubt in her mind that he believed that and when he proposed marriage, the 4-years older Sara let herself be swayed. Sara had never been as successful as she was while working with her new husband. The work was coming in daily and so was the cash. She wasn't sure how to handle it all and when Geoff offered to help his new wife manage the business, she accepted.

Like Katya's husband, Geoff had a dark side. His involved gambling and the crazy, free-spending lifestyle that went with it. He had embezzled nearly $200,000 from their business accounts before Sara discovered the losses. She found out because the creditors came a-callin' and Geoff was long-gone by then. With some minor financial assistance from friends, she was able to stave off repossession of much of her equipment, but the damage was done. Even her divorce was granted with Geoff in absentia. To this very day, Sara didn't even know if Geoff Patterson had been his real name. She resumed working as Sara Jordan, but a lot of her contacts were no longer calling. She was angry, her work was as good as ever, but the scandal had caused her professional reputation to suffer. Every so often, she would allow herself to wallow in self-pity. She'd have a few too many drinks and cry. When Katya came along, those times lessened considerably and now her biggest indulgence when melancholy was a big hunk of cherry cheesecake AND ice cream on the side.

"Has Gerard made any progress with your landlords?" Sara asked as Katya brought them more coffee.

"No, I think it's a -- what is the expression? -- a lost cause," Katya sighed. She had found a lovely condo in Queen's Quay and lived there for a year until Frederick's attorney froze all of the few accounts she had been able to access. She had not yet been able to find a better job and truly wanted to become a Canadian and learn about the language and the people. She loved her customers at the coffee shop and the owners treated her as one of the family. She didn't want to have to move to a smaller, cheaper place. If she could have found work as a model, she would easily have been able to afford it, but again, Frederick had reached out. All her European contacts had dried up and she wasn't a known commodity in North America. Sara had offered to shoot a nice portfolio of her for free, but work would be a while in arriving.

"I have some good news, then," Sara smiled. "Gerard and some of his detective friends were able to find some of my missing money. Not a lot, only about $50 thousand, but it's enough for now. There are some lovely loft apartments for sale very near here and they're easily big enough for two. If I put down the down payment and we both share the costs, we should be able to afford it for a while, at least until we're both back on our feet. I know I can rebuild my career and it would be nice to have a friend to come home to. Plus, you make better coffee than I do," Sara chuckled. "Please accept -- or else I'll end up one of those dotty old women with 8 cats."

Katya didn't answer Sara; in fact, she looked away and stood up. Sara went to follow her and when Katya turned to face her, there were tears in her lovely, pale blue eyes. "After all I have been through, to find someone who has made me such a part of her life and is willing to help me achieve my dreams; I did not believe this would happen. Of course I accept. How could I not?" When she finished, she hugged Sara and both of them were crying.

They decided not to waste any time and went to look at one of the lofts the next day. It wasn't huge, but the view of Lake Ontario was beautiful and the price was actually a bit less than Sara had anticipated. There were three rooms and one of them offered so much light that Sara knew she would be able to use it as a studio. Another nice plus was their landlady was a recent divorcee who also turned out to be a very close friend of Gerard's. She promised them she would do anything she could to make this deal happen. The two best friends knew this place was for them and the papers were drawn up for them to sign after Gerard had looked them over.

"I'm going to be living with my best friend," Katya smiled. "Now it doesn't seem so frightful, being divorced and living in a new country."

"I don't know how you do it, you constantly amaze me," Sara told her as they went to the Olde Spaghetti Factory for lunch. "When I found out about Geoff, all I wanted to do for a while was curl up into a little ball and hide."

"Why are so many gorgeous people such swine?" Katya asked as their server approached. The girl was a lovely young thing of about 19 who frowned as she heard that. "We didn't mean you dear, we're talking about our exes," Katya laughed. The girl laughed as well and said she had one of those as well. She took their drink orders and left.

"That's not true, you're the sweetest person I know and you're stunning," Sara told her. "Once we're moved in and are all settled, I'm going to shoot your portfolio. If they aren't beating down the doors to use you, I don't know my job."

"I'll try to insist you take all of my photos, we'll be a team," Katya laughed. They clinked glasses when their server returned and sealed the deal.

With Gerard's assistance, they were approved and the loft was now theirs. The two friends moved in as fast as they were able. Both had some very willing, eager young men assisting them. Some from Sara's group and many of Katya's customers and friends from the coffee shop. When some of the other locals saw the two beauties that were moving in, they soon had a squadron of helpers.

"I love this place," Katya sighed. She looked out at the sun over the lake. "How beautiful it is. Do you know, this is the very first place that is actually mine? I moved from my parent's home to Frederick's. I was only leasing the condo with an option to buy. I'm going to love living here with my best friend. Who knows, I might even get a social life, if I ever stop working and studying," she laughed.

"A social life? What is this of which you speak? Oh yes, the thing I had before I married the surfer-swine," she chuckled. "We'll have to work out a code if we bring a guy home -- hang a tie on the door or something," she teased Katya.

"What if we bring home a girl?" Katya winked. "Panties or bra on the doorknob?"

Sara blinked for a second. In all the months of their friendship, it had never even occurred to her that Katya might be bi-sexual, although she knew a lot had gone on during her marriage. Some of the models she had photographed had made passes, although Sara had never succumbed to them. Oh well, if Katya liked women, that was just ducky with her. Anything her friend wanted and that would make her happy was fine. So why was she feeling odd about it? There had to be a reason, she just had no idea what was bugging her. She let it go and started moving some of the furniture around. She was having professional movers handle her equipment in a few days and she would supervise. She didn't want anyone but insured professionals handling her stuff because she could not afford to start over again.

Over the next few weeks, the roommates and friends settled in. To Sara's surprise. Katya's mind for business far exceeded her own. When Sara was negotiating with new clients, Katya would listen in. Several old clients were returning as well and trying to negotiate lower fees with the lovely photographer. Katya saw it all and wasn't impressed. If she would frown, Sara would excuse herself and let Katya explain herself. "You're underselling yourself," she told Sara. "If they're coming back to you, it's because they haven't found anyone as good. Make them pay for screwing you over. Raise your rates. A few of them might not like it, but the ones who really want your work will pay."

Darned if Katya wasn't right. Sara raised her prices a fair bit and decided to let her friend handle her business affairs. She cut Katya in for 25% of the business, over her girlfriend's strident objections. "You're earning it," she told the blonde. "You're dealing with them on the phone and saving me all this time and aggravation. I can book more models and work on the layouts in the time you're saving me." As it was a very nice supplement to the money she made at the coffee shop and also money that Frederick couldn't take from her, Katya wisely stopped objecting.

"When are we shooting your portfolio?" Sara asked her one evening as they sat down to dinner. "I've got a few clients who would likely love your look, if you don't mind doing some nudes."

"I didn't want to bother you with that, I was in no hurry," Katya smiled as she ladled out goulash from their Crockpot. "You've been so busy."

"Thanks to you," Sara smiled as she poured their wine. "Let's do it this week and believe me, you're going to save me time. I have a bikini shoot and a lingerie shoot I need to do. You'd be perfect for both and I can take lots of shots and bill the client. It's a win-win for all."

"You really are my best friend in the whole world," Katya smiled. "How can I ever thank you for all you've done for me?"

"We're doing for each other, isn't that the point of friendship?" Sara told her. "Besides, whatever you earn goes into paying the bills around here. When can we shoot the pictures?"

"Friday night," Katya answered. "I don't do the Friday night shift this week and we can work from the middle of the afternoon straight through, as long as it takes."

"I've got some samples of lingerie and bikinis from the client. There's also a nice little perk -- we get to keep it all," Sara told her friend.

"A smart girl never turns down free lingerie," Katya laughed. "I'm looking forward to this but the week is going to crawl by now."

It did seem to crawl by for the pretty blonde and every evening, she and Sara talked through what they wanted to accomplish. It was a treat for Sara to work with a model with past experience, she knew the shoot would go much better and they could accomplish so much more. She finished all of her assignments that week early so that she could have all of Friday morning to set up and prepare. She sensed that this would be as important to Katya as it was to her. The photos she planned to take were going to showcase her friend and hopefully make them a nice sum of cash. Things had gone so much better for the pair of them since meeting months ago.

Katya arrived home and Sara noticed instantly. Her friend had gone to a professional stylist and had her hair trimmed and her makeup done. It had likely cost her a goodly sum of money and it proved to Sara that Katya was taking this seriously. She had instinctively known that she would. "You look amazing," she smiled as she hugged her flat mate. "I know these pictures will be sexy as all get out!"

Katya went to change behind a screen while Sara set up the last few lights. When Katya emerged, Sara gasped. This vision wasn't her roommate, she was a Venus, an Aphrodite, a radiant beauty. In a black negligee with bedroom slippers to match, Katya was alluring and sensual. She had seen her friend in next-to nothing before, but the Katya in front of her stunned. She composed herself and started to snap pictures. The next set were of Katya in a sheer white teddy and they were equally stunning. A pink teddy followed, then mauve, then thongs and bras and kinky high heels and body stockings. All of them looked good on Katya. The leggy blonde simply could not take a bad picture. The bikini shots were equally astounding, it was almost as if Katya was elevated to new heights by the camera lens. Her body was lean and supple and Sara couldn't believe how incredible she was. She knew from her experience that she could sell her clients on Katya and on these pictures. No one with eyes would be able to resist Katya and the sensuality she was projecting.

It was almost 9 PM when they finished. They ordered pizza and ate. Katya kept wanting to see the photos. "Give me a few minutes," Sara told her before bringing the pictures up on her computer. Katya gasped when she saw them.

"I never would have thought I could look that good," she smiled, tears misting the corners of her eyes. "How can I ever thank you?" She hugged Sara and then gave her a kiss. "I owe you so much Sara, I love you!"

Just the way she said it, Sara knew that Katya did not mean just as a friend. It had been an open declaration of love. She blinked and Katya thought she had done something wrong and started to pull away. Sara didn't let her. Her brown eyes met Katya's blue eyes and she said as calm as all that "I love you, too."

They threw their arms around each other and hugged, neither saying a word. It would have ruined the moment. Both knew that this had been building for a long time. Two friends had fallen deeply in love. Katya had known first, but Sara knew that she herself had to grow into her feelings and be comfortable with them. She was sure she had known on some visceral level when they moved in together. It was why she had reacted at Katya's comment about another girl -- she had been jealous! She brought her face to Katya's and they kissed sweetly, again in silence.

"You see the real me," Katya breathed as their kiss ended. "I can be myself around you and trust in you."

"Always," Sara smiled and squeezed her girlfriend's hand. "You can put your life in my hands and know that I will always cherish you."

"I feel the same," Katya said. "It doesn't hurt that my girlfriend is HOT, though," she teased.

"Hot? Really?"

Katya looked at the woman she loved as if she had something foolish. "You don't know how hot you are?" She walked Sara over to the full-length mirror in the corner of the studio. "Look at you, my darling. Tall, gorgeous wavy brown hair, great boobs, flat stomach, your half-Thai heritage makes you look exotic and you have legs almost as long as mine. I always wondered why you didn't model yourself," she said to Sara and then hugged her from behind.

"No one ever asked me to," Sara said as her girlfriend continued to embrace her. She looked at herself again and then saw that Katya was speaking the truth. She had always known that she was attractive, yet now Katya's words made her see herself in a different light. She was beautiful. She felt alive and filled with passion as Katya led her from the studio and into her own bedroom.

The two of them kissed as they sidled over to the bed. Katya started to undress her and explored Sara's body with sweet, gentle kisses and caresses. They could have gone on forever, as far as Sara was concerned. She loved the softness of Katya's mouth on her own skin and kept gasping as her lover kissed her flesh and undressed her. The blonde Dane continued to explore her flesh as she removed articles of clothing and placed them neatly on the floor beside her bed. Sara could only see love and admiration in her lover's eyes as she touched her. It seemed as if all of the time they had been together had been leading up to this moment. The lingerie-clad blonde got Sara on her back on the bed and stretched her out. She removed Sara's pretty pink skirt, thong and shoes and moved up with a naughty grin. Sara knew she was going to do it -- Katya was going to eat Sara's pussy and make love to her. She wanted that so very much that she could barely speak. She nodded her consent.

Katya sensed that Sara wasn't the kind of woman you muddled around with. She went for it full force and began really licking her girlfriend's pussy. All out had been the way to go. The curvy brunette felt as if she was experiencing the best moments of her life as Katya licked her. Katya was really deep in there, her tongue snaking along the groove. Sara allowed herself free rein to scream out loud and to express her feelings. She wanted Katya to hear just how much pleasure she was bringing her. Every word she mumbled through clenched teeth, every sexy epithet was music to Katya's ears. Sara was experiencing pleasure at her hands and mouth. Her lover was cumming because she was making her cum and nothing was better than that.




Katya and Sara Return



As she applied the finishing touches to her makeup and adjusted her earrings, Sara spun around and sighed at her roommate. "I honestly can't believe that I let you talk me into this," she said to Katya. "What the hell was I thinking?"

Katya walked closer to her friend and wrapped her arms around Sara's neck, kissing her. First the kiss was sweet and then, it became like one of the kisses that had transformed them into a couple. A kiss of urgent passion and delicious sensuality. "You weren't thinking," Katya teased, her lovely accent still coming through despite all of Sara's tutoring. "You always tell me that when I'm around, you cannot think straight."

"You do have that affect on me," Sara whispered as their kiss ended. She looked into the pale beauty of Katya's blue eyes and knew that even when they were both old women, she would find those eyes irresistible. "Still, I'll say it again -- what was I thinking? I'm no model, I'm a photographer. I shoot the photos; I don't have my own pictures taken."

"The client asked for you," Katya told her. "Les Printemps Lingerie is a big deal and when you came to pick me up after my last shoot with them, the owner noticed you and asked me if you modeled. When I told her no, you were my primary photographer and gave her your name; she recognized you and told me that you should be in front of the camera as well. She insisted that she wanted both of us for her next campaign and darling, let's face it, we can still use the money," Katya said as she sat down and poured herself a glass of wine.

"I'm not a model, that's your department," Sara argued. Katya sipped her wine with a sigh. Despite their having been together for a lengthy period now, Katya still could not entirely convince Sara of her own spectacular beauty. The lovely brunette had captivated Katya from the start and once she discovered how beautiful Sara was on the inside, her heart was given over to the lovely young woman. Sara had given of herself freely, helping Katya learn English, helping her acquire some of her assets back after a bitter divorce and generally, just being a friend to a young immigrant who had few in her new country. Katya's ultimate goal was to become a Canadian citizen; she adored Toronto and her new country. Sara had teased if they got married, she would become a citizen immediately. Katya was taken aback and thrilled at the same time. She had not been sure up to that point if Sara's love and devotion ran that deep, now she knew that it did. Sara was still coming to terms with being in love with a woman; Katya had always been very at ease with her sexuality.

Katya told her love that she wanted to be a citizen first and not acquire it so easily, but she did tell her love that after that happened, anything at all might be in the offing. Both women had been married and burned, yet neither was at all gun-shy about trodding down that road again. They knew their devotion was total and for the entirety of their time together, they had melded into a unit. Sara and Katya could finish each other's sentences and anticipated each other's thoughts. Even in bed, they moved in total syncopation.

"This is the craziest thing I have ever done and that includes falling in love with you," Sara teased her love. Both women were dressed in some of their sexiest finery, wanting to make a good impression on the photographer. Their skirts were tight and clingy, short and sexy and their heels, high. Katya had not met the photographer previously and Sara had never heard of D. Travers before, despite her own reputation in the business.

"Falling in love with me was crazy?" Katya asked, an impish smile crossing her face. Sara's lips curled in an equally lovely smile as they kissed. Both women now believed that the wings of fate had drawn them together. Falling in love had been crazy for both young women and they both basked in the insanity.

"You're right, which still drives me crazy, you know that?" Sara sighed as they rode down the elevator. "We can use the money and I guess it will be nice to have some gorgeous photos of myself to look at when I'm old and grey."

"You won't get old and grey," Katya teased as they reached the parking garage. "I won't let you, I'll cast some kind of spell on you."

"You already did that, darling," Sara shot back as they got into the car. Once Katya got more of her money, she insisted that they buy a nice car and had purchased a nice Jag XK-E, as she knew Sara had always wanted one. Her love protested, but Katya bought it for her anyway. It was the only thing that Sara treasured almost as much as she adored Katya. She fussed over it like it was a baby and refused to drive it in anything less than perfect weather, which included this day.

The drive to the photographer's studio was a very short one and Sara could barely keep the butterflies in her stomach still. The camera loved Katya, she herself had taken far more photos of Katya than any client needed. She could not turn off her camera when Katya was in front of it, Sara almost felt as if it was a crime not to capture each second of Katya's eerie blonde beauty. Though she knew her love considered her equally beautiful, Sara didn't feel as if that was ever going to be possible. Katya was her goddess personified and Venus herself would have placed a distant second in Sara's eyes.

D. Travers had a studio far smaller than Sara's own, but it seemed to be very tidy and had lovely, natural lighting. When the two women entered, Sara looked around for this young hotshot who had been so highly touted by Katya's lingerie client. She called out the fact that they had arrived and when D. Travers walked into the room, both Sara and Katya gasped in surprise.

The photographer both had assumed would be male was anything but. D. Travers was a tall, lovely black woman who stood at least 6' tall in the stiletto heels she was wearing. As Katya was constantly telling Sara she could model, the same could have been said of Miss / Ms. / Mrs. Travers. She had an incredible, regal beauty and several models that Sara had photographed could not have even broached this woman's loveliness. She also walked with confidence and you could almost see the taut, lean muscles of her body beneath the ultra-sexy pinstripe business attire she was wearing. Sara introduced herself and then, Katya while trying hard to focus. Only Katya herself had impressed her in such a fashion.

"You're staring," Katya whispered, nudging her lover in the ribs.

"It's okay, I'm used to it," D. Travers laughed, having overheard Katya. "I'm Diana Travers and welcome to my studio. Please make yourselves comfortable, we'll have some wine, shall we? I always like to relax before I shoot someone, get to know them."

"I do the same thing," Sara laughed as they all sat down on a comfortable leather couch.

"Excuse me?" Diana cocked her head in confusion.

"When I photograph someone, I sit and talk with them first, it helps them to relax and I get better photographs," Sara explained. Diana obviously was not aware that Sara herself was a photographer, so she introduced herself again, with her full name, Sara Jordan. Diana's hand flew to her mouth.

"Oh my GOD, I had no IDEA. I love your work," Diana gushed. "Your models are so sexy and you make them look so natural. Why aren't you lensing this campaign?"

Katya laughed at Diana's enthusiasm. "When I posed for La Printemps last time, Hillary noticed Sara and assumed she was a model. I tried to explain that Sara isn't a model, she is my girlfriend, but the more I explained, the more insistent Hillary became that she wanted both of us in her next catalog -- a blonde and a brunette," Katya concluded.

"I can see how that would be appealing," Diana nodded. "Oh God, I'm going to be so nervous photographing you -- you're so much more accomplished than I am. I'm probably going to be asking you for pointers all throughout the shoot," she told Sara.

"I won't mind," Sara told the attractive young woman. She eyed the studio as a fellow professional. It was well laid out, had nice, natural lighting and it looked like all of Diana's equipment was top notch. "From what I can see, you have everything in order, all you'd need. I doubt you'll need a lot of advice from me," she said to Diana.

"All the same, I'm going to pick your brain," Diana smiled. "I think we should always be willing to try and to learn new things."

"My girlfriend and I feel the same way," Katya grinned. She thought that in a way, that was the way that she and her love had come together. Both had grown together as friends and when the time came for them to be lovers, they had not run from their feelings, but embraced them whole-heartedly.

"That's twice you've called Sara your girlfriend," Diana noted. "Do you mean girlfriend as in friend and roommate or as in lover?"

"The latter," Katya smiled, squeezing Sara's hands. "We started as friends, but a romance blossomed. It's still new to the both of us, but we are girlfriends in every sense of the word."

Diana smiled at both of them. "I normally wouldn't do this, but I hoped that was the case. I was attracted to the pair of you from the moment I laid eyes on both of you. If I may be so bold, when the shoot is over -- might we three all have a little bit of fun?"

Sara gasped and was about to say that she possibly couldn't when Katya drew her to one side. The lovely blonde looked deep into Sara's eyes as she held both of her hands. "Before you say anything darling, I want you to think about this. I can tell that you are attracted to Diana. I, also, find her stunning. I would not love you any less for making love to her and if the same holds true for you, why shouldn't we partake of this little adventure? After all, is not life meant to be lived with vigor? We're both young and if we are to be honest, both of us know that if we were not together, we would accept Diana's offer."

Sara smiled softly and nodded. That was Katya's gift, she was both pragmatic and spontaneous. Very little affected Katya, she could bend like the willow, yet was sturdy as an oak tree. She linked hands with Katya and returned to Diana's side. "I think we'd be agreeable to a little fun after, yes," Sara told the stunning photographer. "Or even before, it might put us in the mood," she winked at Diana.

"Oh gosh, I would, but I doubt I'd be able to focus a camera after," Diana giggled nervously. "Okay, let's finish our drinks and then, you two can go and change. I've got some ideas for what I want to shoot. Oh, incidentally -- Hillary said that you can both keep all of the lingerie for yourselves after the shoot is completed."

Katya clapped her hands. "See darling, there's another reason you should be glad you accepted this job. Not only will you make wonderful money and get to play with another incredible, sexy woman, but we'll both add to our collection," she laughed. Sara and Katya never tired of purchasing lacy finery to tantalize the other with. The duo finished their drinks and went to change. Sara decided that she would get rid of her butterflies by focusing on two things -- her desire for her beloved Katya and the seduction of Diana. She would think of seducing the dusky lovely with each and every photograph and hope that it projected itself on film. Katya merely needed to smile to be exquisite, Sara knew.

Sara's earlier prediction proved to be accurate, she didn't need to provide a lot of pointers to the young photographer. Diana had good instincts and a vivid imagination. The catalog was meant to showcase the beauty of both models and the lingerie itself, while having some fun and erotic play. There were naughty teacher outfits, schoolgirls, bustiers, teddies, merry widows, stockings with decadent boots and even naughtier stiletto heels and endless assortments of lacy and silky undergarments. Sara continued to focus on seduction and if Diana wasn't turned on by all of this, Sara herself was. She used Katya as her own muse and followed along in her lover's footsteps. The stunning blonde seemed to have a flair for this and whichever way she turned, the camera seemed to favor her. Diana didn't have to prod Katya at all and they were through the session in far less time than any of them had planned for.

The young lovers looked at Diana and then, back at each other. Both had been so focused on their work and their posing that they had not noticed Diana had removed her jacket. Underneath her well-tailored suit was a body equal to their own, the beauty emanated from underneath. She had a vibrant beauty and for only the second time in her life, Sara wanted another woman wrapped around her. Fortunately, she had the other woman with her and she knew Katya's attraction to Diana mirrored her own. There was no rush to start anything, the three stunners had all the time they would ever need.

Sara couldn't help herself, she stared at Diana with undisguised admiration. Although she had photographed a vast number of beautiful women in her career, she had only been involved sexually with one -- Katya. As Diana moved towards the bed she used for boudoir photos, Sara watched the way her body undulated sensually. She looked over at Katya and her blonde girlfriend was her usual calm and collected self. She knew that Katya possessed the same desire for Diana as she did herself, yet she wasn't letting it show on her face. If someone had played poker with Katya this afternoon, they would not have been able to tell whether or not she was bluffing.

"You two are keeping me waiting," Diana purred in a soft tone as she slid on to the bed. All the woman now wore was lingerie that was equal to the sets worn by her two models. Sara found herself wondering why Diana herself didn't pose for the catalogs. She found her legs a bit wobbly, but she made it to the bed and to Diana's side. The gorgeous black woman wrapped her arms around Sara's neck and kissed her, sucking on her offered tongue. Sara was almost afraid that her heart would burst through her chest, she knew her pussy was already soaked and her nipples stiff as erasers.

Katya joined them on the bed, wearing a white chiffon negligee, Sara thought her baby looked like a goddess. She turned Diana to face her and demanded equal time. Sara had underestimated the visual appeal of the two women together, it was almost devastating to watch. If Sara had thought she might be at all jealous, those thoughts had vanished in a puff of smoke as she watched Katya lower Diana on her back on the bed. Diana also wore a light color, a cream colored bra and panty set that set off her dark skin exquisitely.

"I dream of experiences like this," Diana breathed as she and Katya kissed. Katya nodded in response, still playing it cool. Sara moved in behind her lover and started her own play. She decided that if she could inflame Katya, it would likely be passed on to Diana and everyone would benefit. Sara's heat was almost an inferno. Watching Diana and her blonde darling together was almost like an erotic movie, but this was no film -- it was a live performance!

Sara's slithery tongue licked all over Katya's body from behind, even going so far as to rim her lover's ass. Some would have considered that very dirty, but not Sara. Any kind of play with her Katya was allowed and there was nothing dirty about it. She loved the taste and fragrance of the sexy blonde and knew whatever she did to Katya, her lover would redouble it. As Katya and Diana twisted about the bed, their breasts mashed together and their tongues clashed. Just as quickly, the two women disengaged. Now Diana was hovering over Sara's mouth and lowering her shaved cunt to Sara's face, while her adored Katya was showing Sara that she took a back seat to no one.

Sara didn't want to focus too much on Katya or on her own pleasure. Her tongue slithered along the groove of Diana's pussy. The two lovers were entertaining a new companion and Sara decided that the focus should be on Diana. Diana's honey flowed on to her tongue and she noted how different her new lover tasted from her previous love. Diana's sweetness was a bit spicier and thicker. She was also more guttural and vocal in her praise than Katya. The sexy black woman was grinding her cunt on to Sara's face and Sara, rather than being intimidated, was giving it her all. Of course, Katya's talented lickings were spurring her on to new heights.

Diana fell away from the duo, panting, her body slick with perspiration. "You two are incredible," she gasped as she kissed them both, Sara and then, Katya. "I don't think I've enjoyed sex this much -- ever! Do you like toys?"

Sara wasn't overly fussy on toys, although Katya enjoyed being fucked with a strap-on every so often. Diana went into her wardrobe and got out the biggest double dildo Sara had ever seen. She saw Katya's face light up as their new playmate brought it back to bed. In a matter of minutes, the two sexy bitches were joined together and grinding their bodies erotically. Sara wasn't about to be left out, this was supposed to be a threesome. She lowered her own pussy to Diana's face and was rewarded with a tongue that equaled Katya's in skill. There were three nasty lesbian bitches in this room and the fragrance of pussy was everywhere.

Sara watched from her vantage point as her lovers fucked each other. It was apparent that Diana wasn't the type of lover who liked to take things easy. She and Katya were really grinding their bodies together. Diana's athletic and powerful frame was really giving Katya a workout. Despite the heated fucking, Sara still could not summon up one little speck of jealousy. Why should she be jealous? Diana's tongue was thrilling her pussy and she had cum so many times, she had lost count. Katya wasn't doing anything that Sara herself didn't want to do and there had been no sneaking around, no duplicity. In this room, thrashing about like sex-crazed animals, all three women were on the same page.

"Holy fuck," Diana managed to moan between licks of Sara's sweet muff. "I had no idea when I started today that I'd end up bedding two such hot bitches as you two. You could both wear a girl out, although I'm not throwing in the towel yet," she laughed gaily. Katya moved away and the dildo fell out of her dripping cunt. With an evil wink to Diana, she grabbed one end of the toy. Sara shrieked and tried to escape, but it was no use. The thick cock entered her cunt and then Diana's pussy was in front of her. She had no choice but to accept her fate as Katya moved the cock in and out of her. Toys might not have been her favorite choice, but Sara had to admit that Katya was doing a good job of screwing her. She might have to re-think her position in the future.

Her pussy felt so stuffed, none of the men she had ever been with prior to her relationship with Katya had filled her so well. She tried to forget her own pleasure and pleasure Diana, but it felt so fucking good that it was a struggle. She licked and played with the black woman's incredible body until she heard a plaintive wail and saw the telltale signs of orgasm. Then Sara allowed herself to climax before both women pounced on Katya to mix things up yet again.

It was late in the evening when the three women finally ran out of steam. Diana ordered pizza for all of them and poured wine while her guests packed up their lingerie. Sara extracted a promise from Diana that she would pose for her -- and soon. Sara's naughty mind already had the shoot all mapped out. As Katya and Sara drove their way home, Sara knew that what she had planned for Diana's picture sets would make this day look like a church picnic.



Katya and Sara



Sara sat up and they embraced again. She tasted herself on Katya's lips and was surprised at her own sweetness. Their kisses were now hot and fiery. The two lovers tumbled to the bed and Sara made quick work of Katya's sexy lingerie. The only article on Katya's sexy body was a pair of high heels and those were staying on. Sara kissed up and down her lover's long legs and decided to go for it. She buried her face in Katya's pussy and licked ferociously. She didn't hesitate a second and was pleased at the aroma and the taste. While happily licking, she moved her hands up and squeezed Katya's tits. The blonde groaned with the wonderful thrill and allowed Sara any liberties she dared to take. She moved her hands back down and slid two slender fingers into Katya's pussy, fucking her with them while she licked. She evidently was doing something right from the way that Katya was moaning and carrying on. It took all of her strength to hold on to Katya when her lover started to cum. 

When Katya finished thrashing about the bed, she moved up and they stayed in each other's arms. Few words were spoken. They weren't necessary. The two women had found each other, despite all the millions of people in the world. Destiny had brought them together and there would be many more times like this. The two beauties wrapped themselves around each other, Katya throwing her leg over Sara's. Their love had not just sprung up out of desire, it was made up of love and trust. It would not fade over time, only grow in beauty. The sex would continue to be wonderful, but the bond of trust and love would strengthen over the upcoming years. Katya and Sara started kissing and touching each other lovingly. Both women knew that things were as they should be and there was a glorious road ahead for the two of them. Sleep would not come for a while, though when it did, it would be an easy, satisfied slumber.



Katya



She laughed, "Very good," she said, "mmm, quite a decision!"

I bent and kissed her mouth, "Well," I said with a smile, "one that has to be made. 

"Will I have them both and your cock?"

"Of course," I said, "can't miss out on a triple penetration can we!"

"OK. The fat one in my cunt and the thin one in my arse." I smiled as she used the English word then returned to the 'business' end!

Taking the 8' dildo I stroked her very wet cunt with the head to lube it up and teased her clit with it before finding her entrance and pushing gently forward. Her vagina swallowed four inches immediately, almost sucking it in, before I began to fuck her cunt with it. It didn't take long for the whole 8' to drive home, the fake balls attached to the end preventing any further invasion. So now I fucked her cunt with the dildo, determined to make her cum – it didn't take long. Again, as she told me afterwards, the whole situation intensified the experience. I must admit that I wasn't very gentle because my cock was straining at the leash. I noted her sighs as she orgasmed then decided to have some fun myself. Leaving the dildo fully embedded in her well lubricated cunt, I placed my cockhead just above it and eased myself inside her.

"Oh my god!" from Katya and, "Fuck, that's tight!" from me. Didn't stop me pushing forward however and burying half my cock in her pussy. I'd made sure the dildo was quite soft so there was no chaffing on my cock or on the inner walls of her pussy. It was just so damned tight, tight and hot.

"That's good!" said Katya, "good. Give me more. Two cocks deep." I did, thrusting as much of my cock inside her as I could without damaging my balls on the dildo – one of the disadvantages of this particular form of double fucking. Didn't stop me fucking her though, and fucking her hard. The fake balls on the dildo must have been hitting her clit as well as my cock sliding in and out of her pussy because it wasn't long before I heard a huge sigh and felt the walls of her pussy contract around the two intruders.

"Oh fuck, fucking hell! Yes, yes, yessssssss!" Her orgasm hit and I fucked her hard, having difficulty holding mine back just now but I wanted to fill her arse with cum not her pussy. I was driving home hard now, long deep strokes that filled her completely right through her climax. I could feel her juices flowing over my cock and the dildo and enjoyed the pleasure I was giving her. Time, however, to move on because, at this rate I wouldn't last the pace and 'waste' my cum.

I slowed my movements as she came down off her high then coated the second, thinner, dildo with lube. I squeezed some more on her anus and used the tip of the dildo to ease it inside the sphincter. She moaned. She moaned even louder when I pushed the dildo deeper and switched it on.

"Oh my god! You devil! Ooooooohhhh fuck!!"

I didn't wait any longer, the sight before my eyes and the feeling in my cock meant I needed to finish, and finish fairly quickly. I turned the vibrator off and pushed 8' in to her arsehole before beginning to fuck her with it. She was loose of course, not too loose but loose enough to enjoy this. For a few moments it began to fuck her cunt with my cock in time with the dildo in her arse. Sometimes both in, both out. Sometimes alternating. Couldn't do it for long however, too, too, much!

Time to move to the next phase. Pulling my cock out of her cunt, I placed the tip underneath the dildo in her arsehole and, after dribbling a little lube, pushed.

"Oh, oh, oh! Fuck, fuck, fuck," was followed by a torrent of German that I didn't understand. She wasn't saying 'No' however so I pushed harder getting the head past her sphincter. The thin dildo was also quite soft, had to be for both our sakes, and allowed my cock into her below. God it was tight! I'd never experienced double anal penetration before and it was pretty good. I knew that Katya had on numerous occasions with two real cocks, some bigger than mine, so I was happy that she could manage this.

So now I drove forward and buried as much of my cock in her arse as the position would allow – about 7 inches – then I fucked her and, I'm sorry to say, I fucked her hard. I could feel both dildos pressing on my cock. The one in her cunt through the thin membrane separating the two channels and the one above my cock in her arse. Katya herself was moaning quietly, in pleasure I assumed because she wasn't telling me to stop. I managed to keep this up for a while, driving my cock into her, but I couldn't get deep enough with the dildo there as well – and I wanted to get DEEP. I'd promised a load for he bowels and she was going to get that. I knew how much she enjoyed it! I couldn't tease her either so I decided to lose the thin dildo.

"Taking one out love," I said leaning forward slight.

"Oh god," she managed as I pulled it out. It was replaced by the last couple of inches of me cock driving home and I pulled the cheeks of her arse apart to allow total entry. Now I fucked her arse properly. I started with long, deep strokes that completely opened her anus as it struggled to deal with the circumference of my cock at the base. I don't think I ever got as deep into her arse as that afternoon!

Time to change, to soothe a bit remembering that she had a large 'cock' in her pussy as well. Almost all out now, just the head probing away at the ring. So sexy this as you can see the muscle dilating and expanding as your cockhead probes away.

Final position in line now. I pulled out completely and, pushing Katya further up the table, climbed on. Positioning myself precisely I to my weight on one arm and used the other hand to put my cock back in her loosening arsehole. Once there I drove forward and down, pushing all 8' inches inside. This brought a gasp and a long, low moan as my thighs hit her bottom cheeks. I was on a high now, this being my favourite position. Katya couldn't have been very comfortable just now but, and I'm sorry to say this, I didn't care. I was close, very close, and it didn't take long before I felt the familiar pressure building in my balls and at the base of my spine.

"Soon Katya love, soon," I managed as I bit the back of her shoulder.

She screamed, not pain more surprise, then responded in a throaty voice, "Fill me, fill me!"

So I did. I couldn't hold on any longer and the explosion of pleasure raced across my body from it's start point at my tightly encased cock. Katya must have cum at the same time because her anus clenched and the whole of her rectum seemed to grip me, sucking cum from the end of my cock.

And it was a good cum. I felt seven long pulses that emptied my load deep inside her. Our twin moans of pleasure became one as we both lost ourselves in a tremendous orgasm.

It was over all to soon and I pulled my softening cock from her arsehole. She was open now and I could see the redness my cock had caused but she didn't seem bothered and I realised that she had been treated far more 'harshly' in some of her scenes. Time now, however, to release her so I slid off the table and, standing to one side, released the handcuffs carefully, lowering her legs gently to the table.

"Come here," she said she said softly and I walked to her head. "Give me it!" This was more an order than a request – not that I wanted to refuse – so I moved to her head. She wriggled a bit to get more comfortable then grabbed my cock with one had and guided the head to her mouth. ATM was fairly common in her scenes so I wasn't surprised she did this and, hey look, these girls are very careful about this so it isn't as bad as it may seem. My cock hadn't softened too much despite my hard cum and the feeling as she sucked the head was terrific. There was still a dribble of cum left inside and she quickly sucked it out and swallowed.

"I love your cock, your cum," she said as she pulled away, turned over and sat on the table. "That was bloody good," she went on breathlessly, "exciting. I think we will film that – will you do that for me?"

"I don't mind Katya," I responded, "but I'm not pulling out for the cum shot!" I'd made a few films. Directors liked my staying power and they liked the amount of cum I produced due to my deal with the devil but I don't like 'wasting' cum and, after all, I did get to fuck some very sexy women. I want to deposit it inside not pull out on the 'short strokes' so I didn't really enjoy filming and I didn't need the money so I didn't do very much. I did, however, film for both Vikki's and Katya's web sites. They were both happy to do 'internal' shots with me and, although you can't push it quite so deep when you cum (it doesn't run out easily for the camera!) it's still pretty good.

She laughed, "OK we'll do a 'cream pie'." Well, we did film it a couple of weeks later after I'd left Katya to visit with another beautiful woman who made her living on film.



Katya's Birthday Surprise



I never thought that I would have Katya facedown with her ass in the air, but here she was. Her cute little rosebud totally exposed and at my mercy. I couldn't wait to shove my 7-inch cock into her hot channel. How did this come to be you ask? Let me explain.

Katya is like my little sister. I first met her when she was 14 and I have known her for about 5 years. She is the best friend of my younger brother's girlfriend Joye. Since Joye was always at our house to see my brother Bill, Katya was always at our house. At first I never really paid that much attention to Katya because I was 4 years older and considered all of them kids that, more or less, were just in my way.

As the years went by and they continued to hang out at the house, I began to get to know them better. Pretty soon they started to go to some of the same parties that I also attended. It was during this time Katya and I got kind of close in a big brother/little sister type of relationship and she started to hang out a little more with my crowd. She told me that she always felt safe with me around because I was there to look out for her.

By this time I had started to notice Katya was really starting to grow up. She stood a modest 5' 4" and had shoulder length, auburn red hair. Her eyes were a striking brown and she had a cute little upturned nose. Her lips were full and pouty, like Cindy Crawford, and they looked like they were just made for sucking cock. Her breasts weren't too big, but they were about a B-cup and a perfect handful. The one thing that made Katya stand out in her crowd was the fact she enjoyed playing sports, and her athletic body showed it. Her flat stomach, her sculpted arms and legs and that incredible full and firm ass really got the attention of all the guys in the room when she walked in.

Since Katya was into playing sports, I asked her to join our co-ed slow pitch team, which she happily did. As a member of the team she got to go all the team parties, also as a bonus, the team would throw birthday parties for team members. As her 19th birthday approached I noticed just how really hot my "little sister" actually was. I decided that on her birthday I was going to try to fuck her.

As her birthday arrived, I called her up and told her that since she was now legal drinking age, her birthday party was going to be held at a local bar. Upon hearing the news, Katya shrieked into the phone "Oh my God, Edward. I've always wanted to go to the bar with you and the team. I didn't think it was all that fair that I was always left out of the party until you guys went to someone's house."

"Well, now you can get into the bar with us and have a good time." I replied, "I'll swing by your house and pick you up at eight tonight."

"I'll be ready and waiting!" she happily answered.

Eight o'clock arrived and I pulled up outside Katya's place. When she walked out of her house my mouth dropped open and my jaw almost hit the ground. She was dressed in skin tight denim jeans and a little white top that was nothing but laces going down the back. You could tell she wasn't wearing a bra and you could make out her nipples on her pert tits if you looked hard enough. She was carrying a small matching denim jacket over her arm as she walked to the car. As she jumped into my car, I quickly closed my mouth and said coolly "Wow, you look great."

She giggled and blushed a little then said, "Thanks, I decided since it was my first time at the bar I would dress up a bit."

"I definitely think you're going to be the center of attention, even if it wasn't your birthday." I told her.

The rest of the ride to the bar was full of idle chit-chat, but all I could think about was getting Katya into bed. I wanted to know how it felt to have those soft pouty lips surrounding my throbbing cock, to plunge my dick into that hot cunt between her legs, and to finally push it up that virgin asshole. I knew that she had slept with a few guys because sometimes we would sit around and have a few drinks and talk about all kinds of things, including sex. This was when I found out that she had never had anal sex with anyone. She said one guy wanted to try, but she was too scared it was going to hurt and wouldn't let him.

As we pulled into the parking lot, we spotted several of our teammates just entering the bar. They waved at us and yelled, "We'll go get the big table! Everyone else should be here in a few minutes!"

"Go ahead. We'll be right in!" I shouted back.

I turned to Katya and said, "Before we go in I want to give you your birthday present."

She looked puzzled until I pulled a small box with a ribbon from my pocket. Her eyes got a bit wide when she opened it and saw a small silver chain and locket.

"Oh, it's beautiful Edward. Thank you!" she said.

"Well, put it on so you can show it off to the team." I urged.

"Help me." She said as she turned around and lifted her hair.

As I stepped in to do up the chain, I could just smell the slightest hint of soap and perfume, as if she just came out of the shower. My dick started to stiffen at the scent. "Patience," I told myself, "patience. You'll have her by the end of the night one way or another."

"Alright! Let's get inside so we can get the party started!" I remarked.

When we got into the bar, the team had claimed the big table in the smoking room and was yelling for the waitress. As usual, everyone on the team had thrown a 20-dollar bill in the middle of the table to pay for drinks. As Katya tried to put her money, in I took her hand and said, "Not tonight kiddo. This is your party and we're not going to let you pay for a thing all night. Team tradition ya know." She just smiled and blushed again.

Just then one of the other girls on the team noticed the locket and called Katya over. While the girls were discussing the new piece of jewelry I went to the bartender and ordered the first round of shots for the team. I carried a tray of B-52 shots over to the table and handed them out, finally giving the last one to Katya. Everyone sang happy birthday to her, lifted their shots in a toast and slammed them back.

"Ewww..." Katya sputtered.

"Not bad, huh? Only 18 more shots to go!" I informed her.

"You're kidding me!" she exclaimed with a stunned look in her eyes.

"Afraid I'm not Katya. It's a team tradition. On your birthday you have to take the same number of shots as your age. Ask any of the girls on the team, they have to do it on their birthdays too." I explained.

"Well, if it's a team tradition, I guess it's alright." she said, with a little bit of hesitation as she looked at the other girls on the team.

Everybody cheered and started to drink with a vengeance. We didn't earn a reputation as the drunkest team in the league for nothing.

As the night wore on and the team took turns buying shots, Katya was getting more and more drunk. Whenever I bought her another birthday drink she would give me a hug and I'd kiss her on the cheek. I knew she was getting pretty plastered by the time she took her 17th shot because, as a song with a good beat came on the jukebox, she and one of the other girls got on top of the table and began to bump and grind together. The whole team whooped and hollered and shouted out advise. When the song ended they got down, everyone could see that both girls had hard nipples, Katya came up to me and had her 18th shot, which I made sure was tequila.

She looked at me and said, "It's a good thing you're here Ed, I'm getting so smashed and I'm not feeling too well."

"You only have one more shot to go, then you can stop drinking if you want." I told her. 

"Please make it an easy shot, not like that last one." She practically begged.

"No problem," I said, "Bartender! Give me a china white!"

As she took the glass from my hand, she held it up and said, "Bottoms Up!" 

How prophetic those words were going to be later. No sooner did she upend her last shot, a glazed look came to her eyes, her hand shot up to her mouth and she ran out the back door of the bar. I went outside to see her leaning over the rail of the balcony, throwing up most of the alcohol that she had drank.

"Are you alright?" I asked her.

"No, I think I need to go home. Could you please go get my jacket?" she answered.

"No problem." I replied.

I went back into the bar and told the team that Katya had enough to drink and she asked me to give her a ride home. They all said to wish her a happy hangover and continued to party on without us. I came out of the bar to see Katya trying, quite unsuccessfully, to go down the stairs to reach my car. As I took her arm and slid my hand around her waist to help her, she immediately lean on my shoulder for support. We got to the car, I helped her get in, then started to leave the parking lot. We never even made it a block before she mumbled, "I gotta puke."

I pulled over as fast as I could and she opened the door, unfortunately it wasn't fast enough for her and she wound up getting sick on her jacket in her lap. As she tried to shake her jacket off outside, because she was so drunk, she accidentally smacked herself in the legs a few times and got puke on her pants. I got out, took her smelly jacket, placed it in the trunk as I got a towel out for the seat, and placed Katya back in my car.

"I think we better go to my place to get you cleaned up." I said to her.

She just mumbled incoherently so I took that for a yes. On the drive over it occurred to me that this might be the opportunity I had been waiting for to fuck my little Katya. I slowly reached over and shook her shoulder to see if she would respond. Nothing. This was almost too good to be true. I slowly slid my hand down to those tits that I had been looking at all night and gave one a light squeeze. No response at all. Feeling a lot braver, I gave it another harder squeeze and started to rub the other one. Her nipples started to react to the light stimulation that they were receiving and started to poke through her little white shirt. As I looked on I could feel my cock start to get hard. 

Emboldened by my first success, I slowly reached down and started to rub her leg closest to me. She still didn't react so I ever so slowly crept my hand in between her legs to her crotch. When I started to wiggle my fingers and rub her mound she finally reacted, but not the way I expected. Instead of waking up and freaking out, she let out a small moan and opened her legs a little more. I took a quick look at her face and her eyes were still shut so I assumed she thought it was a dream. I had to stop at this point because we were almost at my house. 

As we pulled into the driveway, had to adjust myself because my erection was starting to get painful. I stopped the car and got out, went around to Katya's side and opened the door. I shook her for a few minutes until she sorta came to.

"Come on Katya, we're home." I said, "Let's go inside and get you cleaned up."

"Okay," she mumbled, "help me in."

As we got in the house I said to her, " You've got puke on your pants, we'll have to wash them right away."

"Sure." was all she mumbled

Without further prompting, Katya unbuttoned, unzipped and peeled her tight jeans off right in the middle of the hallway. I swear I felt my cock swell another inch as I looked at Katya standing there in just her little white top and a pair of black thong panties. I often wondered if she shaved her pussy, but after looking at the vision of loveliness in front of me I no longer had to wonder. Her thong was pulled so tight to her pussy there was no room for any hair.

I took her to the bathroom so she could wipe her face and rinse her mouth out, and then I practically had to pack her to my bedroom. Once we were in my bedroom, I set her on the bed and she immediately flopped over. I thought, "she'll be fine for a few minutes." I ran out to the car and brought in her jacket, grabbed her jeans and threw them in the washer.

"Better make sure those are clean, because she'll be looking for them in the morning." I reasoned. With that done I returned to the bedroom.

When I walked in the room, Katya hadn't moved at all. She was laying on her back with her legs partly hanging off the edge of the bed, her arms lying limply by her side. I slowly sat down beside this incredibly sexy woman and looked into her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted ever so slightly.

I reached out and started to caress her soft, luscious tits until I could feel her nipples stiffen under my palms. I leaned over her and started to kiss those pouty lips that I had been dreaming about for so long. Slowly I started to force my tongue between her lips and lick across her teeth. As I rubbed her tits, her tongue started to respond to the probing of mine and started to twirl and roll against my tongue and lips. At this, my cock was straining so hard against my pants I had to release it. I reached down and opened my pants, pulled out my throbbing hard penis, and taking Katya's hand in mine, wrapped her fingers around my cock. Using her hand in mine I began to jerk off.

The sensation of her silky smooth skin sliding over my throbbing meat was almost too much to bear. I could feel my cum starting to boil up so I stopped jerking off and stopped kissing her. I looked at her as her breathing slowed down and she started to go back into a drunken stupor.

I whispered into her ear, "Katya, let's get your top off and I'll give you a t-shirt to wear to bed."

Her only response was to mumble as I pulled her up and started to undo the laces on her tiny shirt. I pulled her shirt off and admired her perfect titties. I leaned over, stuck my tongue out and slowly ran my tongue all around her hard little nipple.

"Mmmmm..." she moaned softly as I did this, so I lowered her back to the bed and started to caress her hot athletic body all over.

As I reached her panties I slid my fingers under each side of them and began to pull them down her long legs. Her panties slid down her thighs, past her knees, and off her feet. After I had them off, I put them to my nose to take a whiff of my princess and discovered that the crotch of her thong was wet. I licked the crotch to get a preliminary taste of Katya and loved the tangy taste. Starting at her feet, I slowly started to lick my way up her legs parting them as I went. When I got to her knees I licked the inside of her legs and was startled to feel her part her legs and put them on my shoulders. Not to let an opportunity like this slip away, I quickly kissed and licked my way up her thighs to the Promised Land. I slowly breathed on her pussy and took a deep breath of her scent. I couldn't take it anymore and swabbed my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top.

Her reaction was immediate, her breathing quickened, her legs tightened over my shoulders and she ground her pussy into my face. I started to eat her pussy, swirling my tongue around and concentrating on her little love button.

"Uh, uh, uh," Katya moaned as my tongue slid up and down her pussy lips and over her clit.

Her pussy was really starting to get sloppy wet at this point and was starting to coat my face with her juices. I quickly slipped one, then two fingers into her hot cunt. The squelching sound they made as they moved in and out were in rhythm with the moans coming out of her tiny mouth. Finally, after about seven or eight minutes of eating her juicy pussy and stimulating her g-spot, I felt Katya's cunt tighten around the fingers I had inside of her. Her legs squeezed around my head and a flood of fresh pussy juice came out across my tongue.

"Ah, ahhhh..." she moaned and her body quivered. I had just made my "little sister" Katya come all over my face and bed.

I lowered her legs from my shoulders and watched as her breathing started to slow down again. Her head was turned to the side, her mouth partly open and I could see her tongue glistening just past her lips. Standing up, I quickly stripped off all my clothing. I kneeled on the bed beside her head and reached down to guide my rock hard cock to her lips. I started to slide the tip of my cock back and forth across those sexy lips and watched the precum coat them from side to side.

Little by little, so I wouldn't wake her, I began to press against her lips and watched as the head of my dick gently slid between them, past her teeth and over her tongue. The incredible sensation of her warm mouth and her tongue against the bottom of my cockhead took my breath away. I pushed forward until I felt the back of her mouth, then sat there for a few seconds savoring the feeling. Then ever so slowly I began to thrust in and out of her mouth. I looked down to finally see the sight that I had wanted to see for such a long time, my little Katya's pouty lips stretched and wrapped around my throbbing member.

As I slowly fucked Katya's mouth, I reached out and started to rub and play with her tits, lightly pinching and twirling her hard nipples. When I started to do this, I suddenly felt a slight pressure on the end of my dick and I felt her tongue move. Much to my surprise Katya was sucking and licking my cock while she was asleep.

"I bet she's having a nice dream, I know I'm living mine right now." I thought.

The added pressure of having her sucking my cock was beginning to get to me and I had to withdraw from her mouth so I wouldn't cum and cause her to choke or anything. After withdrawing, I looked at my angel and noticed her slowly licking the precum and saliva from her lips. She let out a small sigh and fell back to sleep.

I lifted both Katya's legs onto the bed and parted them so she was spread eagle. I slowly knelt between them and, grabbing her under the knees, pushed her legs almost up to her tits and supported myself with my hands on either side of her. I started to rub my cock slowly up and down her hot, wet slit, enjoying the wet heat on the underside of my dick. Every time I slid over her clit she let out a small "ooh" or "ahh".

Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I inserted the tip of my cock into the opening of her love canal and, looking down at her face, I drove all 7 inches of my dick up to the hilt in one smooth motion.

"Uuhhgg" she grunted loudly, as the air was crushed out of her by my quick entry.

"Oh God! Oh Katya! Oh baby, you're so hot and tight!" I moaned.

I let my cock sit in her violated pussy for about a minute to allow her tight cunt to get accustomed to my size. As I did this I would twitch my dick every so often to help loosen her up. Whenever I twitched my dick, Katya would let out another little moan or grunt. The feeling of her pussy clasping my dick was out of this world. It felt like a hot, satin glove, gripping from the tip of my dick, all the way to the base. Looking into her face, I could see her eyes twitching and moving under her eyelids, and a sort of confused look came to her face. I lowered her legs to my thighs, leaned onto her, then started to kiss and lick her neck and ears.

"It's alright Katya. It's alright. It's me, Edward. It's okay." I whispered to her.

When she heard my voice her face lost its confused look and she appeared to relax. That is, until I started to stroke in and out of her warm pussy. I started with small strokes, only moving about and inch at a time, gradually I started to increase the length of my strokes until almost my whole cock was plunging in and out of her. I would pull my cock until only the head was inside, held by her pussy lips, which appeared not to want to let go, then plow the entire length of my manhood into her. While I fucked her, the confused look came back to her face, and between "uhh's" and "ooh's" her arms came up to wrap around my back and shoulders. That was all the encouragement I needed to really start hammering away at that tight pussy which I had wanted for the last few years.




Katya's Birthday Surprise



After about ten minutes of steady fucking, her legs came up and wrapped around my hips giving me even better access to the depths of her pussy. Suddenly Katya let out a long "aaahhhh..." and her cunt clamped tightly around my cock, spasming up and down the entire length. I stopped thrusting and just enjoyed the feeling of Katya cumming on my cock. After having her orgasm, Katya relaxed and her legs slumped back down onto the bed. I resumed a nice slow thrusting motion and enjoyed the warm, wet pussy that was at my disposal. After only a few more minutes of fucking, I could feel a tingling in my balls, so I started to pump faster and harder into Katya. She started to moan under me letting out a long "oooooohhhh", then I felt her pussy clasp my cock again and spasm. This was too much for me.

I said "Oh baby. I'm gonna cum Katya! Here it comes baby! Take it all!"

I jammed my cock as deep inside her as I could and unleashed a hot torrent of cum. I must have shot at least 6 or 7 squirts of jizm deep into her wet cunt. I slumped down onto Katya and looked into her face. She had relaxed and there was a slight smile on her lips. I withdrew from her sloppy cunt and knelt there between her legs with a grin on my face because I knew what was going to come next. 

I climbed off the bed and went to the living room for a few more cushions, returning to the bedroom I placed them on the bed next to Katya. I looked at my sleeping beauty then reached out, slowly rolled her over onto her belly, and onto the cushions. I propped her ass up in the air by using the cushions and parted her legs to get a good look at that luscious ass that I was about to fuck.

Just looking at that cute little puckered hole made my dick stir and begin to get hard. I reached out and started to rub and knead her firm athletic ass for about a minute then I went to the bedside table and took a tube of KY jelly out of the drawer. I returned to the bed and knelt down behind Katya. I leaned over her to make sure she was still asleep, she was, so I opened the tube of KY and put some on my hand and fingers.

I started to smear the lube onto her little rosebud opening, slowly inserting one finger into her asshole. I leaned over her back to watch her face as I started to violate her virgin ass. I began to work my finger in and out of her butthole smearing the lube inside and around her opening. While I was doing that, her brow started to crinkle and a small frown came to her lips. Her asshole was very unyielding and her sphincter gripped tightly to my digit. After about a minute I felt her begin to loosen up a small amount. Continuing to work my finger in and out, I then started to work a second finger up her ass, causing her anus to open up ever wider to accept both of them. The frown on her face became even deeper and she started to grunt every time my fingers pushed themselves up her asshole. I took my fingers out of her ass and leaned back to put more KY on my cock, lubing myself up good so I wouldn't hurt my little angel as I buttfucked her.

I leaned back over Katya and taking my cock in hand, placed the tip against her asshole. Looking into her face, I began to apply pressure against her puckered ring. Her frown turned into a grimace and I felt her asshole begin to tighten up as she tried to resist my entry. There was absolutely no way she was going to stop me from fucking her tight virgin ass. I pressed even harder, and because she was well lubed, I felt her anal ring open and the head of my cock slipped into her ass. 

"Uuuuuhhhh", Katya whined through gritted teeth.

"Relax baby. Just relax and open up Katya", I whispered to her.

Applying more pressure, I slipped another couple of inches into her. Her asshole tried to tighten up and expel the intruder, but I was having none of that. With another hard push, I slid the rest of my throbbing cock up inside and was buried balls deep in Katya's tight ass.

"Aaaahhh..." she moaned into the pillows.

"Oh God, Katya! Your ass is so incredibly tight baby!" I moaned loudly to her.

I rested there for a few seconds to enjoy the warm sensation of being inside my "little sister". I pulled back until just the tip of my cock was still inside and tried to push back in, but she tightened up, forcing me to use extreme pressure to get back in. With one hard push, I again buried myself to the hilt in Katya's asshole.

"Aaaarrhhgg..." she cried louder this time.

After doing this 4 or 5 times, her sphincter muscle tired and stopped trying to keep me out. Now Katya's buttfucking started in earnest.

When I felt her ass loosen up, I straightened up behind her and grabbed her by the hips and began thrusting harder and faster. As I was fucking her, her legs started to move and she seemed to be trying to crawl forward to get away from the invader in her ass. She only moved about 6 inches before she ran into the headboard and stopped. I just held her by the hips and continued to fuck her.

"Oh... oh... oh..." she grunted every time I buried my cock in her.

I couldn't believe how good it felt to fuck Katya's ass. The fact that I knew I was taking Katya's anal virginity was such a power rush, I started to use hard, powerful thrusts every 2 or 3 seconds, holding my cock as deep inside her ass as I could.

"Uh... uh... uh..." Katya whimpered with every penetration.

I stopped thrusting and leaned back over her to look at her face. Her brow was furrowed, her eyes were tightly closed and her mouth was hanging partly open. 

One thrust. "Uuuhhh..." she groaned.

Another thrust, "Uuuhhh..." 

"You just lost your ass cherry Katya. How do you like it?" I whispered in her ear as I thrust deep inside yet again. Another grunt was the only answer I got from her.

While I lay on top of Katya, I reached underneath her and found her clit. I began to rub it as I continued to fuck her ass and felt it harden from my ministrations. As I did this her, her grunts started to turn to small moans, which turned me on even more. My cock felt like it grew another inch. I started to pound her tight ass faster and faster.

"Oh...oh...ooohhh..." she moaned and started to grind against my fingers.

My balls started to tingle again but I was determined to make her cum first while I was buttfucking her. I rubbed her hardened love button faster and her moans got louder and longer. Suddenly I felt her body stiffen underneath me and her ass tighten on my cock.

Katya let out a long "Ooooohhhh..."

Once I felt her cum, I started to fuck her ass hard. One. Two. Three deep thrusts, I felt my nuts tighten and my cock began to spew inside Katya's hot hole. I fired another 5 or 6 spurts of cum shot up my "little sister's" ass and collapsed on top of her.


After catching my breath, I whispered in her ear, "You're no longer an anal virgin baby. I'm so glad I got to go where no man has gone before. Thank you, Katya."

My cock softened and slipped out, so I climbed off of her and looked at my nights work. Katya lay there on her belly with her ass propped up in the air, her anus was red and distended, and there was cum leaking from both of her holes. I went to the bathroom, got a warm, damp towel, then proceeded to gently clean Katya up. I got as much cum out of her ass and pussy as I could, then rolled her over, lifted her legs and slipped her panties back on. I found one of my large t-shirts, lifted her up and slid it over her head then laid her down and covered her with a blanket. I looked down at Katya, who appeared to be sleeping peacefully, and gently kissed her on the lips for the last time that night.

I took the extra cushions back to the living room, settled in on the sofa with a huge smile on my face. I decided that next time I had a chance with Katya, I would remember to pull out the video camera so I would have a record for posterity. After that thought, I fell asleep wondering when the next chance to fuck Katya's ass would be.

The End.



Katya's Caviar



Jack pushed his cart through the aisles, wondering again why he always was the one who ended up doing the grocery shopping. Looking for the third time at the same item on his shopping list he tried to keep it in mind long enough to figure out which aisle to take. His mind kept wandering back to the night before.

"Christ," he mused, "Why was Ann suddenly so passionate? It's like she couldn't get enough of me. It must have been at least a month since we had sex. Ann seems ok with that. It sure isn't enough for me. But really, if we had sex more often it would probably be more boring. I guess I should be happy. At our age I can't complain." 

There had been nothing boring about the way Ann had lavished attention on his cock, lingering her tongue along his length. His hands had cupped her ample breasts as his foot slipped back and forth in her crotch, his big toe sliding into her lovely , lubricated slit. 

After thirty years, their marriage had it's ups and downs, but they were basically compatible. Jack had no intentions of leaving Ann. The internet provided many means of coping with a lack of excitment in a marriage.

"You'd think I'd be satisfied now. That was phenomenal sex last night. But I'm so horny I can't think straight... Oh, my God!"

He stopped in his tracks. There before him in the canned vegetables, was a figure that drew him up short. Her back was to him and his first impression was only of her incredible hourglass figure, emphasized by the tightly laced bodice she wore over her ruffled dress. She was a little overdressed for shopping, but that wasn't unusual in this part of town.

Pretending to search the shelves, Jack watched from the corner of his eye. She turned to look at him and met his eyes for a moment, then turned away. Not exactly an encouraging look, but not negative either. Emboldened, he walked his cart past, nodding to her as she met his eyes again for a moment. 

Now he was able to see her full figure, breasts filling her top generously with just a hint of cleavage. Her hips were full too, but her waist was incredibly small, squeezed by the bodice lacings. There were no rolls of flesh above and below. His mind was filled by an image of his hands encircling her waist, finger tips touching on both sides. The effect was astonishing. He felt his cock swelling in his pants. He had often fantasized about women he saw in the aisles, but none had this effect on him before. 

A little shaken, he stopped a couple of aisles down to see what she would do. Pretending to check his shopping list, he watched as she walked towards him. Not meeting his eyes this time, she passed but he could see her straighten and raise her chest, which opened her cleavage even more as she passed. 

He knew he was lost. 

Waiting a minute, he followed her at a distance. 

She knew he would be there.

In Electronics she put on headphones to check out some tunes, doing a little dance as she listened. Jack was at the end of the aisle, watching from the corner of his eyes as he pretended to consider a new flat screen TV. She didn't seem to notice him, but he had time to study her. She was young and medium height with long brown hair and olive skin. She had an interesting face: not beautiful, but certainly appealing. He also noticed a subtle tattooed design running down her left calf which hinted at a slightly kinky personality.

Next she moved on to a check out line with only a few items in her cart. Obviously she was out shopping to entertain herself. Jack imagined her to be a fairly new bride with no children, no need to work, and time on her hands. Maybe not a desperate housewife, but certainly a bit bored.

He took a line near her and again caught her eye over the display. She looked straight at him with little expression but held his gaze for a bit longer this time. Then she walked out to the lobby with her bag in her cart. By the time he got there, she was on a pay phone. As he walked by her he could not hear her speaking. Perhaps she was listening to a ring or just pretending to call. 

He walked outside. The warm summer weather had given way to dark clouds and a sudden shower. He hurried to his truck where he waited. It wasn't long before she emerged, rolling her cart along the sidewalk away from the store.

What was she doing? If she were waiting for a cab wouldn't she wait in the lobby? Had she tried to call someone for a ride and was left on her own? Why didn't she at least have a cell phone? Jack pulled out and rolled slowly towards her, his heart racing. Should he offer her a ride? Did he have the nerve? So excited by watching her, he realized he was perfectly capable of throwing all of his qualms out the window. 

Pulling up beside her he rolled down the window on her side and called out: "Excuse me, but do you need a ride somewhere? I couldn't help noticing you trying to make a call back there. Can I help you?"

She stopped and looked, again that direct and slightly blank look, but she did stop. He took that as encouragement. Getting out he crossed to her. "I'm sorry. Don't worry, I'm harmless, just offering to help." Again a blank look and no response. It was starting to dawn on him that she didn't understand. 

"Do you speak English?" he asked. 

"A little bit." she answered.

Now he was beginning to feel sorry for her. He had a strong a nurturing side and she was apparently abandoned at the shopping center, unable to communicate and now getting wet in the rain. He spoke slowly and clearly: "It's OK. I will take you home. Don't worry." She looked at him steadily, sizing him up, then gave a small shrug and took her bag from the cart.

He couldn't believe his fortune. Thank God for an honest face and trustworthy manner. Opening the door for her, he murmured again, "It's OK," and hurried back to the drivers seat. "Where do you live?" 

"That way a little bit." She pointed down the street and they set out. She sat still, her legs close together and her bag in her lap. He was even more amazed at the size of her breasts as she sat there, bravely holding them high. 

Using gestures, she steered him several blocks and up a hill to a set of apartments. They were respectable, but not fancy. He parked in the shade of a large oak on the far side of the lot, wondering what he could say to keep her in the truck. Luckily the shower had turned into a real downpour. If she got out now she would get soaking wet.

"Where are you from?" he blurted out. 

"Kiev," she answered. 

"Where is that?" He honestly had no idea. 

"Ukraine," she said, making no move to go. 

"Oh, by Russia?" He asked, proud to know that much. 

"Yes, by Russia," she answered, smiling a little.

At this point, he couldn't help himself and blurted out: "I think you are very beautiful. I saw you in the store. You are so pretty. Do you have a boyfriend?" Again she gave him that direct, but slightly vacant look. 

"No." His heart leapt, but then she added, "I have husband." His disappointment must have been obvious because she added, "He old like you, maybe not so nice. He work now."

"I'm glad you think I'm nice," he said, leaning towards her and smiling. "I want to be nice to you." Again she looked into his eyes, now with a slight smile, and turned towards him. He found himself leaning to her and putting his hands on her shoulders, pulling her closer and looking into her eyes.

"You are so pretty," he said, "So pretty." 

Their lips brushed and his hands slipped down her arms. He could feel the swell of her breasts against them. She lay back in the seat with a small sigh. His heart was thumping as he lay his head against her chest and held it there quietly. Jack could hear her heart beating as fast as his. She smelled of an exotic scent he could not identify. His head was spinning. Turning to her, he pressed his lips against the curve of her breast and breathed against her warmth. Her hands rose to his head and pressed it against her firmly, her fingers curving through his hair. The large raindrops falling from the trees overhead beat an increasing tempo.

There is a point in the meeting of two people when they realize that resistance is overcome and the inevitable is to follow. The chase is over and there is a relaxing into the moment that is golden. Both parties know what is to come and can concentrate on the enjoyment of it. Jack had been given permission as clearly as if she had said, "Fuck me, please." Now he was in no hurry. He had made my decision and he was going to make the most of it. This was the most excited he had been in years. 

Moving his hands to the sides of her breasts, he pressed them upwards into his face. Her hands slid down his arms to cover his. He moved his face back and forth from one lovely breast to the other, placing kisses and blowing his warm breath on them. His fingers moved to the buttons of her dress and undid several, caressing the curving skin that was exposed.

"You are so nice," he whispered, "So nice."

She moaned softly as he stroked the creamy skin, stretched tautly over her breasts, but their exposure was frustrated by the laced bodice. Laughing, she leaned forward, allowing him to reach behind to untie the laces. As she leaned towards him, her hands moved to his lap, stroking his erect cock through the fabric with a deft touch. He moved his mouth to her ear and murmured, "You're so nice," and pressed his tongue gently into her ear. Her grip on his shaft tightened as he loosened her bodice. 

Seeing how he fumbled with the laces, she sat up and pulled the bodice around to unlace it in front. Now Jack could see her real shape, softer and rounder, breasts heavier without the restraint. She lifted them to him again, obviously proud of her best assets. He finished the buttons and pulled the fabric to the side, lifting back a little to look at her. She was incredible. Her breasts were soft and pendulous but had a lovely shape, with the large smooth nipples set high. His hands moved of their own accord to cup and lift them.

Looking her in the eyes again, he spoke clearly: "You are so beautiful. You feel so good. I want you." 

Her eyes became dreamier as she lay back, moving her chest back and forth slightly, encouraging his hands. He lifted her breasts to his mouth one at a time, sucking in the large nipples and licking them softly. Then he held back again to view their wet, shining beauty. Her areolas were a light brown, only slightly darker than her skin, and their surface was smooth and slightly puffy, with just the tips inverted.

"Must make it easier to go without a bra," he couldn't help thinking. 

Then his only thoughts were how lucky he was as he rubbed his face over both of her lovely breasts again and again. Her skin was flawless and so smooth it almost squeaked under his fingers. He began to lick the sides of her breasts, moving from the tips up towards her arm pits. She moaned again with more urgency.

Jack was in no hurry. He could touch, squeeze, caress, lick, tease and nibble like this forever. 

By this time, he was kneeling on the seat next to her and occasionally glancing around to make sure they were not observed. So far so good, but he could only wonder how far this could go in the front seat of a small truck. As if in answer to his thoughts, she found the lever and leaned her seat back all the way.

Jack lay across the padded console with his face between her breasts, looking up at her in wonder. She leaned down and met his lips with her full, soft mouth and let her tongue play with his. He pinched her nipples lightly and her tongue signaled him to pinch harder. Her hands moved to unzip his pants and, reaching inside, she squeezed his cock. Fingering the tip, she rubbed the drop of moisture around, teasing just underneath the head.

How he managed to swing over the console and fit between her legs Jack didn't remember, but there he was, holding himself slightly above her so her hands could continue their play. He supported himself on his elbows and buried his head in her chest, rubbing his face back and forth. He was in heaven.

"You are so beautiful. That feels so nice. Yes, touch me there." 

His hands pushed her breasts up to his mouth, which explored every inch, rubbing them back and forth, first one nipple, a suck, a lick, a bite, then the other. She was making a low moan, almost a growl, deep in her throat. Her hands squeezed and stroked his cock urgently. He moved a hand lower, up under her dress. Her panties stretched over her smooth mound, moist and warm. He cupped it in his hand, squeezing and rubbing. Her response was rewarding. Her hands moved up and down his cock faster, as she moaned her encouragement, her voice deep and throaty.

Rising on his knees, he let her unbuckle his pants and pull them down. His cock dropped free and she cupped it in both her hands, kneading the length of it. His face rubbed back and forth between her breasts, tongue wetting them and his teeth nibbling at her nipples. She squeezed his cock harder and he bit her nipples then released them, blowing cool air, trying to make the little introverts stand erect. Then he mashed his face into her breasts, crushing them as hard as he could. 

Her moaning became deeper and more urgent. Don found his hands pulling her panties aside and relished how wet she was. Taking his cock in hand, he rubbed the tip up and down her slit, pressing the head inside, and then pulling it out. The wetness and warmth pulled him inside, but he tried to hold back. 

This was too wonderful to let pass quickly. He stopped moving and raised himself above her, smiling as her voice rose in disappointment.

"Wait," I said, "What is your name?" 

"Katya," she answered.

"Katya," I whispered in her ear. "I am Jack. You are very beautiful. You make me feel so good. I want you to suck me."

She had no trouble understanding this. He rose up on his knees and felt her lips and wet, warm tongue slide down his cock. Deeper and deeper he went into her mouth and down her throat, where she held me quietly for a moment. He could feel the muscles of her throat pulsing against his cock, and then she pulled back slowly, looking up at him with her big brown eyes.

"You like?" she asked.

"Oh my God, Katya. I like. I like very much. Please don't stop!"

"OK," she said, "You like this?" 

Lowering her head again, her mouth worked slowly down his shaft until he could feel her lips squeezing the base. Then the most incredible sensation began as she started a low humming deep in her throat. The vibration pulsed with the contractions of her throat and he felt waves of pleasure swallowing him. Gone were any hopes of prolonging this unendurable pleasure. He came quickly, deep in her throat, crying out with his head thrown back, "Oh, Katya. Oh, Katya." 

Swallowing him completely, she slowly withdrew, looking up again with those big brown eyes, this time with a triumphant sparkle in them. 

"Oh Katya," he moaned weakly, "I didn't wait for you."

"I wait for you." She smiled, sliding back in her seat and raising her hips. 

His face was right where it needed to be and he pulled her panties aside, licking slowly up and down her slit. Her taste was sweet and sour and she smelled like fine caviar. His fingers pulled her folds aside to see her proud little clit. He placed his tongue gently against it and gave it a little flick. Her hips jumped and he smiled. 

"You like?" he asked. 

She answered by grinding herself against his tongue and whimpering. He pulled back a little, teasing her. He licked a long, slow swipe from the bottom up until he touched her clit again, and then vibrated the tip of his tongue against it softly. Her whimpering increased but he kept his touch light. His fingers were squeezing and rubbing her folds together, then opening them to tease her clit again. His tongue plunged into her warm depths as far as he could reach, and then vibrated her again. His mouth was dripping wet with her juices. His hands squeezed each lovely breast and his fingertips pinched her nipples hard. 

"Jack! Jack! Jack!" she cried. It sounded more like "Jock. Jock. Jock." 

Her hips moved more desperately, guiding his tongue to her clit and rubbing harder. Dan tightened his tongue and pressed his face against her as she rubbed herself against his mouth. Her hands now held his face tightly against her thrusting hips. Her whimpers turned to moans and her moans became animal sounds. 

He was having trouble breathing, but didn't care. Her building climax was all he wanted in the world. 

She came with loud, harsh shouts in language he could not understand. She gave herself completely and then lay back. He kept his tongue extended to her and she moved against it slowly and more slowly. He put the tip against her clit softly and held it there, barely touching her. She shuddered against it. Then she was still. 

Jack laid his head against her stomach and they were still together for long minutes. Then she stirred and he rose up. 

"I need go," she said with a sad smile. "Husband come soon." 

She sat up, buttoning her dress. He was speechless. He could only watch as she found her bodice and hid it in her bag. 

"Katya. Katya. I have to see you again. You are so beautiful." His voice was shaking.

"Maybe," she said, "Maybe. I go now. Good bye, Jock." He watched as she opened the car door and slipped from his grasp, running away through the rain. His head fell forward on the seat that still held her warmth. He lay there as if dead. He could not believe what had happened. He knew his life would never be the same.



Katya's Confession



When she arrived at the church for confession Katya was dressed in a modest skirt that came to just above her knees and a white, button down blouse, but the demure clothes only served to accentuate her slim waist and the swell of her hips, and her ample bosom strained at the buttons of her blouse. She stepped nervously into the cubicle to begin her confession. She had had an uncomfortable experience that week and felt the need to confide in the priest to calm her conscience. She was just 18 and attended church regularly and never dated any of the many boys who eyes seemed to follow her in the school corridors. She closed the door to the booth and sat expectantly.

"What has been troubling you child?" came the deep, calm voice from behind the curtain.

"I feel I may have sinned Father." she answered.

"Don't be shy child, tell me what happened."

"I...I don't know how to begin Father." Katya stuttered.

"Don't worry child, just start from the beginning and tell me everything in detail." came the response.

Katya took a deep breath and began. She had gone to the doctor on Tuesday for a physical and the doctor, an older man, told her he needed to give her a thorough examination as she was now 18. He said that his assistant had gone home early that day and he would perform the examination himself. He had ushered her into an examination room, closed the door and asked her to sit on the table. He had put his stethoscope on her breast which he had covered with his palm while he listened for her heart. No one had ever held her breast before and she found the sensation pleasant, if a little shocking. However he quickly told her told her that he couldn't hear well enough through her clothes and she needed to open her blouse and undo her bra for him. When she hesitated he told her not to be shy. Hesitantly Katya had unbuttoned the front of her blouse and then reached behind to unclasp her bra.

"That's it, now lie back Katya." he had instructed.

When she had complied he proceeded to pull open her blouse and grasping the lower elastic of her bra with his soft, warm fingers he lifted it up to expose her naked breasts with their dark pink nipples. Again he had placed a hand over her left breast and held the stethoscope against her skin. His palm was warm against her skin, and despite her anxiety she found herself enjoying the sensation of his touch. He asked her to take some deep breaths and watched intently as her chest rose and fell.

After listening for a minute he told her he was going to examine her breasts for lumps, and putting the stethoscope aside he placed both hands on her breasts and gently massaged them. Katya gasped involuntarily at his touch and he asked her if she was OK. She nodded and his hands had continued their work becoming more insistent, kneading the soft flesh of her breasts and rubbing and rolling the nipples which and stiffened into hard nubs. Katya had closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations, feeling she shouldn't, but not able to resist.

After a few minutes she had heard his voice telling her he needed to examine her between her legs. His hands had left her breasts and he moved around to the end of the table where he had lifted her legs one at a time and set them in the metal stirrups that were there. Moving into the space between her knees she had felt his hands lift her skirt up to her waist and then grasp and tug at her panties. "Lift your bottom sweetie." he had urged, and without thinking she had done as he asked.

As Katya was speaking she thought she heard the sound of a zipper in the neighboring booth. "Are you OK Father?"

"Yes child, please continue." came the response.

So Katya continued. The doctor had slid the panties up to her knees and then lifting one leg at a time, removed them completely. Katya's private area had never been exposed to a man's gaze before and her nervousness returned.

"Relax sweetie." he had urged "I'm just going to make sure everything's healthy down here."

She had felt his hands on her inner thighs, spreading them apart and exposing her naked vulva. Then his fingers were massaging the sensitive folds of skin as he urged her to relax. The sensation was more than pleasant, once she got used to it, and as she lay there she felt him spread the lips of her womanly slit and one finger pushed its way into her and then slid back out before entering again. Soon it had set up a gentle rhythm sliding in and out and rubbing against the sensitive area at the top of the slit. Katya had felt a growing wetness between her legs as the massage continued and the sensations had become stronger causing her to moan softly.

The finger slowed and she heard the doctor's voice saying "I need to shave you a little down here." and she had felt him spread a soft, warm gel all over her private area. Then he had used a special razor to shave the soft hair from between her legs, leaving only a small patch between her navel and the entrance to her womb. He cleaned her with a soft warm cloth and again massaged the lips of her vulva before inserting his finger into her slit and rubbing that special place until she moaned with pleasure.

Next he said that he needed to do a taste test. She had been concentrating on the growing sensations between her legs and didn't really understand the words, so she was surprised and a little shocked to feel the sliding finger replaced by what must be the doctors tongue. She opened her eyes and raised her head to see the doctor's head was now down between her thighs. If the sensation of his tongue and lips licking and sucking at her sex had not been so exquisitely pleasant she would have cried out in surprise and shock. Instead a low moan escaped her lips and she closed her eyes again and spread her thighs a little wider.

The tongue was licking faster now, and the area between her legs had become very wet so that slurping sounds were mixing with her sighs. With her hands she had began to rub and massage her own breasts and then they traveled down over her belly and began to caress the head buried between her legs. She had begun to gasp as a feeling of overwhelming pleasure grew between her legs and spread over her belly and breasts. She had cried out softly and pushed the head from between her thighs and writhed on the table, moaning softly.

Katya noticed a soft rhythmic sound coming from the neighboring booth occasionally mixed with a panting noise. "Father, is everything all right?"

"Yes child, don't interrupt yourself."

The response had an odd, urgent tone and Katya continued.

Panting as the sensations melted slowly away she had heard the doctor's voice again, telling her he needed to use a probe inside her to give her an injection. Lost in the sensations of her body she murmured 'OK' without hearing the words. There was the sound of a zipper and belt being undone and after a moment she had felt the doctor's presence between her thighs again and a warm, fat finger had begun pushing its way into her opening. It was very fat and stiff, filling her slit completely, and despite the slippery wetness between her legs he had to push and withdraw it several times before it became coated with her secretions and could slide all the way into her. She had realized the probe was not a finger as it began to slide back and forth, in and out, in and out. It was much too large and it was filling her completely, penetrating to the deepest recess of her vaginal cavity. The sensations it had produced were wonderful and she had begun moaning again.

Then doctor's hands were on her knees, pushing them back against her and grasping her breasts and she could feel his body pressing against her calves and she could feel his groin pushing against her thighs every time the probe pushed its way into her. The thrusting probe seemed to grow harder and swell inside her and then it had begun to pulse and a hot liquid had squirted out inside her with each pulse. The doctor was grunting and began to say the name of our savior over and over until the pulsing gradually subsided.

Some soft gasps came from the adjoining booth, but Katya remembered not to interrupt her story.

She had felt she was in another world. Her body had never experienced such sensations. Gradually she had begun to focus on her surroundings again. She had found herself still lying on the table, pantyless, with her skirt bunched up around her waist, her bra pushed up to her neck, her blouse open and her breasts naked and exposed. The doctor had been at the sink washing up and adjusting his pants. He had turned toward her with some wipes in hand and began to gently clean her genital area.

"Am I OK?" Katya had asked.

"Your heart has a slight flutter and I think an injection once a week for the next two months would be a good idea. Can you come again next Tuesday at 5?"

Katya had nodded as he helped her on with her panties "Yes, I can come."

As she finished her story Katya again heard some soft noises coming from the next booth and the muffled sound of a zipper again. "Father, I have never felt such pleasurable feelings before and I feel it might be sinful to do so, and why was the doctor speaking the name of the son of Mary during the injection procedure?"

There was silence for a moment before the priest responded "Child, I believe you are in need of a special prayer service and cleansing ritual after such an experience. You should come to my quarters tomorrow at 7, cleaned and dressed as you were for the examination."

"Oh, thank you Father, I haven't been able to sleep normally since this happened."

The next day Katya showered dressed carefully in the requested clothes. As she had showered she had been unable to get the thoughts of the doctor's hard probe out of her mind, how it had pushed its way inside her most private area, thrusting deep inside her, filling her completely and injecting that hot liquid within her. Placing a hand between her legs she found herself gently rubbing the shaved, moist lips. The pleasure was intense and she had to force herself to stop and finish the shower.

She arrived at the priest's quarters precisely at 7 feeling a sense of excitement mixed with apprehension. He answered the door dressed in his robe and ushered her inside, closing and locking the door behind them. The carpeted room was lit with candles and there was a chair in the middle facing a small alter. Soft music was playing and he asked her to sit and offered her a glass of red wine. As she sipped the wine he told her to relax and that he was going to recreate the sensations she had felt in the doctor's office in a holy setting in order to purge their sinful effect. He hung a small gold cross around her neck and taking a piece of soft dark cloth he blindfolded her, telling her it would help her to concentrate on the sensations.

She finished the wine and felt its warm glow begin to come over her. The priest stood behind the chair with his hands on her shoulders and began to pray in his deep voice. Katya relaxed and felt the hands on her shoulders begin to move, massaging her neck, then her shoulders and upper arms before proceeding to her chest, cupping and squeezing her breasts. She gasped at the touch and the hands massaged and fondled her fleshy mounds beneath her blouse till her nipples became hardened nubs, pressing against the fabric of her bra and blouse. The hands were now unbuttoning the blouse and pulling it open before returning to cover the bra-clad globes. Not satisfied, they pulled the cups aside so that her naked breasts spilled out into the candle light, the erect nipples casting little shadows on the milky white skin.

She felt his tongue and lips now, licking sucking at her nipples while a hand made its way up beneath her skirt, forcing her legs apart in search of her panty covered privates. A damp spot had already formed there and it grew rapidly as warm searching fingers sought the opening beneath the thin fabric. Katya gasped and arched her back as they found their target and slipped inside. The attention to her breasts at the same time that the fingers massaged her juicy opening forced a low moan from her lips.

The mouth left her breast and she was pulled to her feet and turned around. The hands again sought her breasts and pulled her back against the priests body standing behind her. She could feel a hard lump pressing against her bottom as the priest pulled her body firmly against his. He leaned her forward, and placing her hands on the arms of the chair, lifted her skirt to expose her panties to the candle light. The hands played over the smooth swell of her bottom and up between her legs and then sought the waistband, tugging her panties down to her knees and exposing her naked sex, the lips glistening in the flickering light.

Something warm and stiff, like a fat finger was between her legs now, rubbing against the wetness, smearing her leaking fluids along its length. She felt the momentary pressure, as she had in the doctors office, as the tip was placed at the opening of her slit and pushed within her causing her to cry out softly. Soon its hard, fat length had forced its way inside her and it was being repeatedly withdrawn thrust back inside. The hands were on her hanging breasts again as the priest worked his fat probe in and out, in and out in a gradually accelerating rhythm. his probe was neither as fat or as long as the one the doctor had used, and while its motion provided similar sensations somehow it was not as overwhelmingly pleasurable as she had remembered.

The priest began to grunt and gasp, and releasing her breasts he straightened up and used his hands to work her bottom back and forth along his impaling probe. The grunts became the name of our lord as Katya felt the pulsing flood of fluid spurting out and filling her till it began to squish out around the probe and run down her inner thighs. The priest leaned over her again, his probe still within, her and grasped her breasts, pulling her body against his and holding her.

"Do you feel cleansed now child?" he asked straightening up and withdrawing his probe from her.

"I'm... I'm not sure Father." Katya hesitated "When the doctor performed the taste test I felt something special, and his probe seemed more effective somehow..."

The priest reached down and pulled her panties back up beneath her skirt and reached around to squeeze her breasts again before straightening her bra and buttoning her blouse. "I will consider this dear child, and please remember to come to confession again after your next appointment with the doctor. Its very important that you recount every detail of the procedure and perhaps we will plan another cleansing."

He removed the blindfold and helped her to the door, kissing her forehead and telling her to remember to say her prayers as they parted.