0 comments/ 30188 views/ 3 favorites The Farewell By: nasty1 This could be a possible series finale to "The X Files." "Who's there?" "Scully, it's Mulder. Let me in." Scully was unprepared for company, but she opened the door. "You gonna let me in?" "Oh, sorry, come in, Mulder." The tall FBI agent sheepishly glashed at the beautiful redhead as he walked inside. "Scully, you look wonderful." "Thank you, Mulder." Scully was dressed in a satin black dress. "Please, call me Dana, were off duty." "Fine, just don't call me Fox." "It's a deal." He looked at his partners bare house. He couldn't belive she was going to be partnered with someone else, in some other state, after only 8 years together. He saw their was a pot on the stove. S"Sorry, Sc...Dana. Didn't know you were making supper "That's ok, I figured I should make enough for 2, for emergincies like this. What's on your mind? The mailman get injected with alien serum? "He what?" "Mulder, I'm kidding." He smiled, "Just hate to see all this go. Just as I was getting to the bottom of something." "Ya, I know what you mean." "Of course," he shyly looked at the floor, "I'll miss you too." "AHHHH, Mulder," she gave her partner a hug, "I'll miss you too." Without exactly realizing it, Mulder gave his partner a kis on the cheek. "I love you, Dana." "I love you too, Mulder." Mulder lowered his hands from Scully's waist to the plumpness of her ass. "I NEED you Dana. NOW!" He kissed the agent full on the mouth. He squeezed the beauties cheeks. Pleasenty suprised at this development, Scully returned his kiss. Her hands were busy tugging at his Jeans. Finally, Mulder exepted Scully's tongue. When Scully hand Mulder's pants to his knees, their kiss broke. "Oh, Mulder, I've wanted this for so long." She grabbed the material of her dress and yanked it over her head. Underneath, she had on a silky black bra with matching black panties. She slowyly lowered them around her ankles and kicked them off. Her bush was smooth and shaved. Mulder was tugging his shirt over his head. He had already kicked of his pants and underwear. Under it all, he had an 7 inch rock member. He whipped the shirt to the floor. "Know you." Scully put her fingers on her bra and unclasped it. It whizzed to the floor. She had the perfect set of round breasts that Mulder has ever seen. The were milky white with bit nipples. Rubbing them seductvely she offered them to her partner. He rubbed his nose around the nipples and them stuck out his tongue. Licking them with wild passion, he sucked them until his tongue went dry, and he had to swallow to obtain more saliva. Choosing a hand, he fingered Scully's soaking pussy. "OH, MULDER! FINGER MY WET CUNT!!! I LOVVVVE IT!! The agent was humping his hand with enormous energy. YEESSSSS!!!! OH, YEEAAHHHH! FINGER MY SLUTTTYYYY PUSSSYYYY! The vulgarity of Scully's mouth got Mulder VERY turned on. "Yeah, Dana, your a nasty whore. "YEEESSS! I'M A WHORE! FINGER MY WHORE CUNT!" She was jerking her head soldly, that Mulder wondered how she didn't get whiplash."OHHH, GOD, I'm CUMMMINNNGGG!" A huge orgasm rocked Scully and washed over Mulder's finger. He pulled his sticky finger form his stunning partner and put it in her mouth. Putting her tongue on Mulder's finger, she licked her juices from it. "Suck your nasty juice from my finger, slut," Mulder hissed. Erecting himself, he put a hand around his dick. "SUCK IT BITCH,!"the dark-haired agent ordered. The pretty redhead grabbed Mulder's hard-on and guided it to her lips. Sticking her soft tongue out, she licked the head. Then, she stroked it a couple times. "SUCK ME, SCULLY,!" Mulder commanded. He then forced the whole dick in. Grabbing her silky hair, he pumped his rigid member in Scully's mouth. "YEAH,"he whispered, "Suck my cock. Lick my dick. Just then, Scully grabbed her partners balls and played with them. "YA! Play with my balls. SUCK ME, SCULLY!!!" Just then Mulder fondled Sclly's massive boobs. "Oh, yeah. Lick it, slut." Scully steadied hersel by placing her hands on Mulder's ass. She loved the feel of her soon-to-be ex-partner's balls on her chin as Mulder slammed hard into her mouth. "OHH, I'MM, CUUMMIINNGGG!" He slapped Scully's mouth once more, and unloaded his huge wad of filth down her throat. Once finished, he let go of Scully's head, and popped his dick out of the redhead's mouth. He found a chair and rested for a minute. "Scully, I'm REALLY gonna miss you," he said as he tried to regain his erection. "UM,!"She said hoarsely, "Me too. I'll come to visit every once in awhile, however. Now, about that cock in my wet cunt." Hearing Scully say cunt, Mulder's dick went solid again. He sat up and Scully relaxed flat on her back on the cold, linoulime floor. "You ready." "FUCK ME!! She commanded. He guided his enormous member the beauties lovely pussy lips. He slowly guided in,, until his cockhead dissappeared inside Scully. Then, in one burst, he shoved his erection in her cunt. "YA! FUUCCKK MYY PUUSSYY!!! HARDERR,! she growled. The lovely agent put her fingers to Mulder's tight ass and helped as he humped her wet pussy violently. YEESSSS! FUCCCKK MEE!! She was also humping herwaist to meet Mulder's thrusts. YEEAAAHH! HARRRDEERR! I LOVVVEEE ITTT! FUUUCCCKKK MEEEE! I WAANNT YOURRR CUUM IN MYY SLUTTY PUSSYYY! They were humping so feriously that Scully's knees were red from baning the floor. "YEEESSS! I'MM CUMMINNNGGG! So was I. I eruptured my massive orgasm up Dana's pussy and, she, in turn orgasmed around my cock. When it was time to go, Scully was in tears. "Bye, Mulder. It's been fun." She gave him one last smile through tears. "See you around," he grinned. "You'll remember to fly back once every so often?" "Of course," she kissed him. Then, in a blink of an eye, he was gone and the X-Files were closed. To be continued...I have plans to write a reunion story if this goes well. The Farewell I was going to miss her so much. Hell... If the truth must be told, I was going to miss them both. My best friend, Deshaune and her soon-to-be life partner, K were moving... Clear across the country. It was so sudden, that when Dee told me, I actually thought that she was joking. But when I learned that she wasn't kidding, I was devastated. K had been offered a wonderful position with a pharmaceutical company in California and the pay and benefits were so good that there was no way that she was going to turn it down. She wanted Dee to be with her. And Dee wanted the same. In the beginning of their relationship, I didn't want to like K. After the "amicable" break up of my marriage, Dee and her son Malik were all that I (and my two baby girls) had, and I will be honest, I held on to her selfishly. I made it a duty to find something wrong with any mate that she had. I made it my personal goal to not like anyone that she introduced to me. Though I never interfered with her relationships, I was never "buddy-buddy" with any of her girlfriends. I was polite... Okay! Okay! Maybe I was a little frostbitten with them, but I wasn't a complete bitch. At least, I don't think so... But for the life of me, I couldn't find anything to dislike about K. She was wacky, creative, funny, clever. She kept Dee in stitches with childhood tales and whatever popped into her mind. She even threw me off every now and then with a gut-buster. She had a little girl who considered Dee to be her second mom. She truly made my best friend truly happy. I knew how much Dee needed that, so there was no way that I could dislike her. DAMMIT! But now, I had a reason to be a little resentful. She was taking my best friend 40 hours away... Hundreds of miles away... And their departure was only a couple of days away. K had traveled to Cali for a few weeks prior to have everything somewhat settled and organized for when they would all begin their new lives in their new place. In her absence, I spent as much time with Dee as I could. I would often just kick back and relax while Dee packed up their belongings. Sometimes we would reminisce about good times and discuss past misfortunes and whatnot. I was just happy to have her to myself for a little while. I was attached to Dee from the very first day that we met and I couldn't fathom what it was that made me cling to her... * * * "You're in love with her." I nearly choked on my rum and fruit punch as I quickly looked up at K. It was just the two of us lounging in the living room at that moment because Dee had went to the bathroom or something. We were listening to a cd on the DVD player through the television since everything else had pretty much been packed up. "Pardon me?" I sputtered, sitting straight up from my cozy pillows on the floor where I sat in the living room that was nearly empty except for the entertainment center and wood & glass coffee table. I sat my drink on the glass of the coffee table. "Where did THAT come from?" I asked, avoiding K's penetrating look. "I can see it," she answered. "I see it in how you act with her. I see it in how you look at her. I could tell when I first met you." I sighed. "Am I that transparent?" I asked after a moment, embarrassed. I couldn't make myself meet here gaze. Now that it had actually been said aloud, I couldn't honestly deny it. I did in fact love Dee... A lot. "You tried to play it off and it was a nice try," K answered. "But you are not very good at covering your emotions up. And like Dee says, your eyes snitch on you." "I'm sorry," I said, though I had no idea of why I was apologizing. As if reading my mind, she asked, "Why?" I could only shrug my shoulders. "I dunno," I mumbled, yet to make eye contact with the woman who had the heart of the woman that I loved and still managed to become a friend to me as well. "What?" she then said. "Are you expecting me to act a bitch because I know how you feel about her?" Once again, I shrugged, unable to look her in the eyes. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I felt myself get a little emotional. I heard the rustling of her clothes, then realized that she had scooted closer to me from where she sat on the carpeted floor. Before I had time to react, she took a single finger and lifted my head, making me look at her. "It's okay," she then said. "I understand." SHE UNDERSTANDS?! Who is understanding about someone wanting their mate?! And the craziest thing was that I honestly felt the sincerity in those few words. Damn... Why couldn't she be a bitch? Why did she have to be so damn likable? Accepting the fact that she and Dee were going to be bound for life, I spoke softly, making one request. "Just take good care of her for me, please." She then winked and smiled at me. "You already know I will, Lovie." I nodded my head and gave her a small smile. I knew that K was going to take care of Dee and do right by her. It didn't change the way that I felt about Dee, but I found a little bit of comfort in knowing that she would be happy. I watched K rise from the floor and make her way towards the kitchen. I couldn't help but to admire her physique. She stood around 5'8" in her white wife-beater and navy blue basketball shorts, with skin the color of melted semi-sweet chocolate. Her body indicated that she was not lazy by any means, well toned... Arms so well-sculpted that they would make any fitness nut envious. Strong legs and a multitude of tattoos that always grabbed people's attention on sight. She has an easy smile that made you smile back whether you wanted to or not. A great personality above it all. And from some of the conversations that I've overheard between her and Dee, she had a freaky nature. Definite bonus. Though I hated to admit it, I could see how she caught Dee's attention. If it weren't for the fact that I had feelings for Dee, I probably wouldn't have minded getting at her, but that's just between you and me, okay. Before you start assuming that we are just a house full of horny lesbians, let me assure you that its not like that... Not really anyway. They are the lesbians. I, on the other hand, am the undersexed but completely lovable bisexual. BISEXUAL?! Yes, I said it. I love weenie AND cooter. Some might consider me a greedy bitch, but I say that I believe in equal opportunity and that love sees not race, orientation, religion nor sex. With that being said (and since you want to be nosey), maybe I should share a bit about myself before I continue my personal tale. Well, what can I tell you about lil' ol' me? I'm Love, and yes that is the name on my birth certificate, but friends call me Lovie. I was born and raised in the mid-west, but moved to the 'dirty south' five or six years ago with my boyfriend, who is now my ex-hubby. And before you ask, NO, we didn't divorce because I like girls, YES, he knew it and YES, we still get along just fine, thank you! My ex-hubby's desire to see the world and my desire NOT to see it was the biggest part of the reason for our split up. He's a great father and was a pretty great husband, but we had our differences. As long as he continues to take care of our two little ones, we would forever be the best of friends. And now that you know that part of my business, here a little more about me. I'm a very laid back chick if I must say so myself. I'm like everyone's big sister. The nurturer, the listener, the advice giver (or at least, I try to be). Not too bad on the eyes from what I'm told. Standing at a whopping five feet two inches, yes, I am a "shortie". Redbone. Brown and blond box braids that flow nearly to my waist. Brown eyes that change, going darker or lighter depending on my mood, set beneath perfectly arched eyebrows; when I feel like a small change, I hide my brown eyes with gray contact lenses. Nice lips. Not too thick, but full enough and I have been told that they feel good wrapped around things... What? Kinda thick... Not as small as I would like to be, but I'm working on getting rid of my little pudge. I can smile and say that I've never had any complaints about my upper body. Most guys, and some of the ladies, are rather fond of my 40DD's. And with the right shirt, they were definite eye catchers. My ass is decent enough. Not huge, but I fill out a pair of jeans nicely. It jiggles just enough when smacked right (and yes, I like that shit). Pile all of this onto some thick, smooth, firm thighs and calves and, I think, you have a pretty nice package. But enough of that physical stuff. I'm sure that you are wanting to hear my tale, right? Fine, fine... I'll continue... Where was I? Oh yes... I remember now... K told me that my big secret really wasn't one...Moving right along... As I watched K make her way into the kitchen, I thought about her knowing how I felt about Dee. It blew my mind that she was okay with it. Any other chick would've found away to kill that whole issue quickly. But she was cool! Then another though occurred to me. If K could see how I felt so easily, could Dee? If I am so transparent, did Dee already know what I had been afraid to admit to anyone, even myself? With her being so deeply into K, maybe she didn't. What would I do? Do I tell her? Should I leave it alone? Though K knew, it still kinda weighed me down a bit that I hadn't told Dee. I had no intention of trying to affect their relationship, but I wasn't going to feel right unless I told Dee how I felt before she left. I decided at that moment to write her a letter. Yes, it was the punks way out, but I would have it off of my chest. "Hey what's wrong with you?" I looked up at the woman who had been the center of my thoughts. There stood Dee, looking ethereal in my eyes. I looked up into eyes that were the most unique color of burnt sienna. Ok, before I go on, I have to tell you a little about this woman that had my affections. She was a redbone, maybe a little lighter than me, which was always a debate between the two of us. She towered over me by nearly seven inches. Though her body was plush by some peoples considerations, I think that it is beautiful and I wouldn't change a thing. Full breasts with one nipple pierced (don't ask me how I know. That's none of your business). Thick thighs and calves, just lovely. A beautiful face. Those eyes...Nothing less than remarkable. Lips that were made for kissing. A pierced tongue that's made for... Well, I wont get into all of that right now. She was and still is beautiful. But I won't go into more detail right now. I will spare you before my thoughts get too lust filled. Back to the tale... again. I hadn't realized that I had been staring into space when she came into the room. "Nothing," I answered after a moment. "Just lost in thought." "I can tell," she said with the slow smile that I had grown to adore. She moved to the entertainment center and grabbed her bottle of Bud Light from the top of it. After taking a quick swig, she asked, "Care to share?" Before I could respond, K came back into the room. "She was just telling me how much she is going to miss you," she said, winking at me quickly. "Is that right?" Dee said, looking at me. "Yep," I answered quickly. I took a long swig of my rum and punch. "Awww," she said coming down to where I was sitting. "I'm going to miss you too." She gave me a quick hug and a kiss on my forehead. Oh, how many times had she kissed me on my forehead and I wished it were my lips? I just smiled at her and gave her another hug. "You know that we are going to come back and visit," she said to me. "And you are going to bring the girls to Cali to see us," K filled in. "I know," I said, nodding, showing bravado. "I'm just going to miss all of y'all." And I meant it. I was going to miss them all. Dee, K, Malik and Lil' Dee. They were all my family. But enough of this mushy stuff. I know that you are wanting to get to the meat of this tale, right? Of course you are... Well, after a few moments of being sentimental and a big group hug, we continued to do a little drinking while listening to music. A little drinking became a lot of drinking and before long, I passed out on the floor. When I came to, it must've been three or four in the morning. Though I was still buzzing, I decided that I would rather be laying in my bed at home than on a pile of pillows on Dee's living room floor. I was glad that they were thoughtful enough to cover me with a comforter, but I still wanted to be in my bed. Once I stood up, the room seemed to moved just a little bit even though my eyes had yet to adjust to the darkness. After standing still for a moment to regain my composure, I slowly began to move towards the hallway to let them know that I was going to go home. Had I been paying more attention to my surroundings, I probably would've known that this wasn't the best time to inform my friends of my plan to be on my merry little way. I couldn't cover the gasp that escaped from my lips when I came to the partially opened bedroom door. For a moment, I stood glued to the floor, spellbound by the sight that was before me. On the floor amongst a mound of blankets and sheets, lay Dee, knees up, but legs parted, writhing and moaning in delectation. Nestled deeply into her center, causing her to make those sinful sounds of pleasure, was K, devouring her as if she were the last thing on Earth worthy of savoring. The sight of Dee's light skin and K's darker skin against one another was only made more erotic by the fact that their bodies were bathed in nothing but the glow that was cast upon them by a black light. My breath became shorter and shorter until it felt that I wasn't breathing at all. I couldn't make myself turn away from the titillating scene in front of me. I knew that I was wrong for watching, but they now owned my eyes. My body had also become a victim of their actions. I felt myself growing warmer and it had nothing to do with the alcohol that had flowed through my system. I felt moisture began to pool at the doorway to my femininity. I bit my bottom lip in order to stifle any more noises that would try to escape from my throat as I spied on my best friend and her lover. As I watched the motions of K's head between Dee's thighs, I could feel my clitoris begin to throb. My clit actually twitched when Dee arched her back in pleasure as her woman drank from the very essence of her being. For a brief moment, I was envious of the pleasure that they were sharing with one another, but the envy was replaced by a somatic desire to join them in their love-driven festivities. But I knew that I couldn't, but hell, I figured that if I couldn't then I could at least watch for one more minute before leaving to go home and play with myself. And yes, I admit that I had every intention of taking care of myself. There was NO WAY that I was going to be able to see something like this and not need to get and "O" of my own! Come on now! "K, I'm about to cum." My heart rate increased as I watched my best friend, the object of my admiration, nearly come off of the floor as K sent her over the edge in orgasmic euphoria, never moving her face and lips from where they tormented her in such a sweet way. I was pasted to where I stood, unable to remove my eyes from the sight of Dee convulsing and almost begging for K to be merciful, yet enjoying every moment of the lovely torture. Eventually, K began to ease up on her before kissing her on her thighs and laying her head on her abdomen. In my present state of arousal, I hadn't noticed that Dee had slowly begun to come down from her high and as she did, she and K both looked directly at me. "Enjoy the show?" she asked me in the semi-darkness. "Oh my goodness," was all that I could say as I was ripped out of my trance by realizing that they knew that I was watching. "I am soooo sorry," I said as I stumbled into the hall bathroom and closed the door behind me. I locked the door and sat in the dark bathroom for a few minutes, mortified at the fact that I was so busted and that there was no way that I could even play it off. To make matters even worse, I was still aroused by it all. I sat in silence, listening to their mumbled voices, either talking about my actions in anger or laughing at me. I didn't know which occurrence would be worse at this point and it really didn't matter. All I could focus on at this moment was my acute embarrassment. I turned on the cold water in the sink and splashed myself in the face a few times. I needed to calm down I told myself. But it was hard to do knowing that they were just on the other side of the door. Still nervous, I grabbed a bottle of Mouthwash and poured some into my mouth to gargle. I had hoped that it would at least get rid of the cotton mouth that I had gotten after realizing that I was a horrible Peeping Tom. Gargle. Spit. Rinse with water. Gargle. Spit, rinse again. Gargle, Spit- This was getting ridiculous! Did I think that I could gargle my damn embarrassment away? A soft knock at the door, pulled me from my thoughts. "Are you okay in there?" Came Dee's voice from the other side of the door. "I'm fine," I yelled back. "I'll be out in a minute." As I dried off my hands, I could hear their muffled voices. Then there was silence. That made me more nervous. I gathered what I could of my composure and walked to the door. After taking a deep breath to calm myself, I opened the door. There they both stood in the semi-darkness of the hallway, as if waiting for me. Dee had tossed on an Oxford shirt, but hadn't taken the time to button it up. K stood before me in a wife beater and a pair of shorts. I could only look at the handsome pair, confused. What happened next was definitely not what I had expected. Dee wordlessly reached her hand out to me. Unsure of how to react, I looked over at K. "It's okay," she said in a calm and collected tone. "Go ahead." Hesitantly, I reached out and took Dee's hand. She then led me into the bedroom where she and K had just been making love. I stood, spellbound as I looked into Dee's eyes. My whole body heated as she looked back into mine. I was entranced as her fingers undid the buttons of my button-up blouse. Goose bump quickly took over my skin as she gently pushed my blouse from my shoulders. I heard it hit the floor with the lightest 'woosh'. As if in slow motion, she moved closer to me. She gently caressed my face before drawing me closer to place her soft lips upon my own. I thought that I was going to die from the contact. How long had I craved this? I reached for her shoulders to keep my legs from coming from under me as she slid her tongue into my mouth. I readily accepted it. I tried to calm myself and not get carried away, but I couldn't believe that she was kissing me... Was I still drunk and just dreaming? It felt surreal to be this close to Dee in this way. I felt my bra come undone from behind as a completely different set of hands slid the straps from my shoulders. My nipples hardened at the sudden air and freedom given to them. I then felt a feather light kiss on my shoulder blade. I trembled at the unexpected contact. Was I trippin' or was K touching me too? A kiss and a tongue on my neck confirmed that our twosome had quickly become a menage' event. Was I the object of their affection? Or was I just a toy for them to enjoy at their discretion? Honestly, did I care? As I felt K's hands wrap around me from behind to gently squeeze my full breasts, I realized that I didn't care at all. This woman knew how I felt about her mate, yet for a night she was willing to share her with me. And to make matters even better, she was joining in for the festivities. Hell fuckin' no. I didn't care. When I went home, I would belong to no one, but tonight I would belong to and be adored by two. I felt dizzy at the thought of it. The Farewell I leaned against K as Dee pulled her lips away from mine to exchange a kiss with her woman. K's hands still fondled my breasts as she and Dee kissed. I felt the warmth from both of their bodies pressing against mine and I reveled in it. I was still wondering if it was really happening as Dee kneeled before me and undid button of my Baby Phat jeans. She pulled the zipper down before reaching for the top of both my pants and panties. Ever so slowly, she slid them from my waist, down to my thighs, then calves before they pooled at my feet. I shyly stepped out of them and watched as she tossed them to the side. My pussy had it's own heartbeat as K turned me to face her. To my great shock, she brought her lips to mine. I thought that I was going to faint as she teased my lips lightly with her own before running her tongue across my slightly parted lips. My breathing had become uneven and I thought that I was going to lose my mind when her tongue slid between my lips. As she kissed me, she ran her hands over my back then my ass. I moaned into her mouth, kissing her back as I wrapped my arms around her neck. She was an awesome kisser and easily understood Dee's addiction. I was throbbing from just the initial contact from these two sexy women, Would I survive the night? My back arched automatically as I felt Dee ran her tongue from the middle of my waist up to the nape of my neck. I could stop the moans that were rising from my soul as they teased and kissed my body. I felt my whole body go limp when I felt K's fingers slide into the dampened lips concealing my femininity. "Oh shit," I cried out. They both laughed a little bit, amused at my reaction. The mix of their laughs somehow managed to turn me on even more. They were like nymphs as they played with me and I was such a happy and willing toy. They eased me down onto the floor and laid me against the sheets and pillows that they had just shared. The aroma of their passion still lingered in the air and I was further intoxicated by the scent. I laid there, helpless and loving it as they both feasted on my breasts. I reached for them both as I felt hands stroke my skin at random. Fingers found their way back to my drenched cavern and slowly stroked me there. I didn't know which woman they belonged to and I didn't care because it felt so damn good. My hips moved on their own against the fingers that slid in and out of me before they stroked my clitoris. I moaned loudly as they pleasured me. They took turns kissing me and one another. I returned their kisses with enthusiasm, loving the feel of them all over me. I felt my thighs being separated and I lifted my head to see Dee nestled between them. My breathing became short and ragged as anticipated what I had secretly wanted for so long. I tried to catch my breath before she made her first stroke of her tongue, but it was too late. I called out her name as she slowly began to sample my pussy. I couldn't control my undulating hips and she licked me and lightly sucked on my clit. The combination of her tasting me while K kissed on my skin was almost more than I could handle. I ran my fingers through K's short hair and I grabbed the back of Dee's head. I had no idea of who I wanted to touch more. I was overwhelmed by the phenomenal sensations that I was experiencing because of the two of them. I squirmed and shook and trembled under their manipulations. Had they planned this all along? Did pleasure like this really happen through such spontaneity? It was as if they had studied my body and knew my desires. I nearly screamed in delectation as my first orgasm shook me to the very core of my entire being. "Oh my God," I cooed weakly as Dee continued her assault on my exploding pussy. I hear K laugh with delight somewhere in the far recesses of my mind. "Please..." I begged, though I didn't know what I was begging for. Was I begging them to stop or to never stop? Giving me a moment or two to come down from my high, they caressed me as my body continued to tremble. They knew exactly what they were doing to me... and I had no complaints. Moments passed before anyone spoke. "Are you okay?" Dee asked me. I could see those eyes even the semi-darkness of the room. Still speechless, I could only nod my head. "Are you ready for more?" came K's sexy voice. It was amazing that I suddenly found her completely irresistible. "More?" I responded, still weak from my first orgasm. "Did you think that we were done?" she asked, her voice told of her amusement. "Not by a long shot." I was like putty in their hands as the pulled me up from the pillows. I balanced myself on my knees as Dee took up the position where I had previously laid. The sight of her laying there, still wearing just an unbuttoned shirt, did things to my system that I couldn't describe. She was gorgeous. I knew what was expected of me and I had no problem complying. I leaned forward and kissed her lips, tasting myself upon them. I couldn't resist deepening the kiss before I allowed my lips and tongue to trail further down, pausing to circle her pierced nipple several times before moving downward to her stomach to where I settled between her legs. I watched for a second as K stroked Dee's body as she had stroked mine. I watched as they kissed and instead of feeling jealousy, I was turned on by the fact that I was a part of them at least for that night. I returned my attention to her body, running my fingers up and down between her cuntlips, finding her soaking wet. I loved knowing that she was as turned on as I was. I parted her wet lips with my fingertips and took my first taste of her. She tasted of everything that was sweet in the world... The strokes of my tongue were gentle at first. I kissed her puss as if we had been lovers for centuries. I pulled her thighs further apart so that I could submerge myself in the very essence of her. She wiggled beneath me, grabbing the back of my head. I felt a sense of power as I made love to her with my mouth. "Damn," she called out, a blend of pleasure and surprise evident in her voice. I continued to stroke her clit with the tip of my tongue before lightly sucking on it. The strokes of my tongue became more ardent as I felt the both of her hands upon my head. I then felt my thighs being parted from where I kneeled between Dee's. I moaned into Dee's cat as I felt K begin to rub my clit from behind, making me even wetter. She grasped my ass and I felt her begin to slowly slide eight and a half inches of pleasure into my throbbing womanhood. I groaned and threw my pussy back at her as she fucked me slowly from behind. I continued to pleasure Dee as K pleasured me. I felt Dee's clit harden slightly in mouth and I knew that she was about to climax. The strokes of my tongue grew in vehemence. As if sensing the intensity of the moment, K's strokes became more fervent and demanding. She gripped my waist tightly and she pounded the pussy like she owned it. I threw it back as well as I could, ready to lose my mind over the erotic picture that we must've painted. "Shit!" Dee screamed out, her orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave. I shrieked K's name in ecstacy as my next orgasm overpowered me. I couldn't control my body. It wasn't mine any more. She continued to fuck me until she got hers, and I didn't mind. Hearing her get her own orgasm pushed me over the edge again. I gripped Dee's thighs tightly where I still laid between them as she still shook from her orgasm. I could feel the heat from her pussy on my face, I was so close to it. Unable to resist, I ran my tongue over her clit, ready to taste her again. "Girl, stop," she said with a breathless laugh. I couldn't help but laugh too. K laid upon my back as she recovered from her orgasm. Weak from our interaction, my body slid limply to the floor until I laid flat on my stomach. "Sorry," I told K, my fall temporarily throwing her off balance. "It's okay," she assured me, understanding my sudden lack of strength. She continued to lay on my back as I rested my head on Dee's thigh. For a while. No one moved or spoke. The only sound heard throughout the room was light breathing as we all came down from our "high". After a while, I was able to move, so I eased away from Dee's thigh and K followed suit, lifting herself from my body. She laid on her back to make herself more comfortable. Without getting up, she removed her artificial phallus and sighed a sigh of being satiated. She put her hands behind her head, stretched out her legs and closed her eyes. For a moment I could only stare at her. This woman knew how I felt about her woman, yet she was willing to share her with me for a night. How many people on Earth would do that? Before I had even realized that I had moved, I found myself leaning over her. I placed my lips upon hers. For less than a second, she was surprised my contact. At first I was afraid that she would reject it with the party seemingly being over, but to my surprise, she welcomed my kiss. Her lips parted beneath mine as she granted me access to her tongue. I hadn't expected the kiss to be so passionate, but it was. Pulling away from her, I looked at Dee. "Don't look at me," she said, waving her hand. "I still need a minute... and a drink." To my shock, she rose from where she laid and headed for the door. "As you were," she said with a laugh before going towards the living room. Still a little surprised, I turned back to K. I looked down at her as she looked up at me. "Thank you," I whispered to her. "Nothing to thank me for," she said back to me, her voice caressing me. I leaned forward and kissed her again. A moment turned into a minute and a minute turned into me undressing her completely. I found myself between her thighs as I had been with Dee only a short while earlier. I looked at her body, admiring her various tattoos before running my hands over her skin, almost as if worshiping her. She looked at me with a look that I couldn't quite describe. I only knew that her stare was intense and seemed to touch me somewhere deeply within myself. Without a moment of hesitation or second thought, I tasted her. The fondling of her clit with my tongue tentative at first. I hear a small moan escape her lips and knew that I was doing okay. Taking her responses as the go-ahead to continue, I drank from her. Licking and teasing her. Her wetness was an ambrosia that I was more intoxicating that the rum that I had drank earlier that evening. She played and pulled at my braids as I consumed ever ounce that she was willing to give. I paid homage to the woman who made this night possible. I found pleasure in savoring her womanhood as her hips rose against my face as she fucked my tongue. When she came, I came with her from the sheer pleasure of pleasing her. My name slipped from her lips as she held the back of my head as I continued to ravage her pussy until she could take no more. I knew that I had done a good job... We all fell asleep on the floor after having a drink in attempts to restore some fluids into our sated bodies. We lay, tangled into each other until the room got too warm for any of us to touch. I awakened before they did, taking a shower before leaving them a note, promising to cook them dinner before they left for Cali. I ended the note with "I love you." As I drove home, the events of the night before played over and over in my head. I would hold that night near and dear to my heart forever. In one night, I had been called out on my love for Dee and in that same night I realized that I could very well love them both. Would I tell them? Time would tell... The Farewell Party Here is another true story from my little book of naughty deeds. Edited by Angel Love * Eventually Alan's contract came to an end and we decided to move to England. South East Asia was suffering further problems and the tourist industry was dead for the time being. His final contract had been quite large and employed a mixture of Australians, Canadian and a couple more Brits. We had all become good friends over the past eighteen months, spending many nights drinking, either in bars or at our house. We had bought quite a large place about fifty meters from the beach but our nearest neighbour was nearly a kilometre back toward town. We decided that as we were leaving we would throw a party for all the crew, local lads and all. The Sunday after the contract was closed, they began arriving at our house. It was to start around noon so we could enjoy an outside meal before dark. It was a blisteringly hot day and we were all wearing our bikinis or shorts, while the local lads sat fully covered. Some were more outgoing than others but they were still a sombre bunch. Despite my efforts to get them to lighten up they were soon drifting off, leaving only the western mob and their partners behind. It was around 8:00 p.m. when the last local left and it was still very hot. To be honest it was a slight relief. I am a local girl but I have to behave very differently when my company includes Malaysian men. Westerners don't brand you like my culture does. So now I could relax a little too. I actually changed my bikini for one smaller and even though I was wearing a sarong, the guys quickly noticed and insisted on a twirl which I duly gave. There were now seven guys including Alan along with their partners. Things quickly became a bit wild and while the guys stood around chatting and drinking beer, the girls seemed to be trying to strip each other. Occasionally a guy would stroke some girl's ass, not necessarily his partner's but we didn't mind, it was common on our drinking nights to get groped. Me and a couple of girls decided on a quick swim to cool off but during the water fight my top was pulled off and the catch broken. To hell with it, I thought and I stayed topless. A few minutes later we returned to the house and I had everyone's attention. The girls were shouting, "Go girl," the guys laughing and almost all having a feel as I walked past. I was intending to get another top now that I had rejoined the group but Alan asked if I had the guts to stay topless. "Hell yes!" I screamed. "So what about finishing the show?" asked Rob an Australian about forty. "What show?" As I said the words it struck me. I only had my string bikini bottoms on now; tied each side they would slip off easily but I daren't do it in front of all these friends. Kris was one of my best friends there. She was married to the Canadian, Glenn. He was a big, tall guy and she was quite small like me. She was much younger than he, Glenn being mid forties while Kris was early twenties and as sexy as hell. There had been some rumours she had a few wild nights with the crew but rumours were common. She was American and a real sweetie. Kris sidled over to me smiling. Slowly she lowered her head and began sucking on my nipple. It was like an electric shock throughout by body. Without realising it I clasped her head as she teased my nipple with her teeth. The group was watching in silence as Kris slipped from nipple to nipple before her hand dropped to my waist. "Don't you dare!" I gasped. But Kris pulled at the bow tying my bikini. I quickly stepped away laughing before she could reach out for the other side. Not much point though, she had managed to pull it open far enough so reveal my mostly shaven pussy to everyone. It took some fumbling before I could get it tied again and there were many calls to take it off, including some from Alan. Kris promised not to do it again and gave me a hug. Some of the guys were still taunting me to strip but I declined. Everyone seemed to be stroking my ass now, men and women and some were tugging at my knots. Then Tom started. I loved Tom. He was in his early fifties, a Brit and so charming. Around six feet and well built, he had a Malaysian girlfriend while his wife was at home in England. One of Alan's closest friends; they had worked together many times. Tom approached me saying, "You know they won't stop until you show!" "Tough . . . they can fuck off!" I was a little annoyed at myself for replying so rudely to Tom. "OK baby . . . sorry!" "No, I'm sorry Tom. I didn't mean to shout at you!" I put my arms around him and gave him a squeeze. "Did you want to see a show as well?" Tom smiled down at me, "I've had a glimpse and it looked delicious, so I don't mind either way . . . " There was a long pause from Tom, but I waited for him to continue. "Hell yes . . . of course I want to see you. I've dreamed about you just like every other fucker here." His bluntness surprised me a little but his smile softened his words. "Dreamed of me?" I was flattered and shocked at the admission. Tom looked around the group for their acknowledgement and a few nodded "Alan is so lucky; he has an adoring wife and a sex kitten to boot!" I understood what he was saying now. I was well known in the group for teasing and it had been quite wild on occasions. From making them all Cuban style cigars in a bar to; well other things. I laughed a little then took Tom's hand and guided it to my waist. Tom smiled the biggest smile I had ever seen, as his hand tugged at the knots, and my bikini bottom dropped to the ground. "Da dar . . ." I raised my arms as if in victory. I gave a little twirl and one guy asked, "Are you staying like that?" "Why not? Is there any other way you want me?" I felt such a fool as they all screamed, "Bent over," and I began to laugh. I walked around naked for some time before I grabbed at Kris and ripped at her clothes until she was naked. The girls were all losing their clothes one by one, only a few stopping at topless. Alan put his arm around me and gave me a hug, "So what now baby?" "Don't know . . . yes I do know!" I screamed. "Come on guys . . . It's your turn! Get them out!" I waited but nothing happened. "You want them out. You get them out!" said a voice. "OK!" I ran to Alan. "Come on." He never objected as I pulled his cock from his trousers. Then to the next guy, I undid his trousers and freed his tool giving it a little tug as I left for the next guy. I ran from one to another undressing them all as the girls rolled around laughing and each guy waited his turn. I had been taking a feel of each as I slipped them from their garments but after the fourth guy it was Tom. I tugged hard at his clothes to undo his trousers and pushed them down slightly. I slipped my hand inside his underwear and got a shock. His cock was enormous, like a big fat snake it was coiled inside his clothes. I pushed his underwear down and pulled out his giant cock, the biggest I had ever seen at the time, even in pictures. It hung, not fully erect and I couldn't resist stroking it. I could barely close my fingers around it and I began pulling back on his skin. Tom looked down at me, his smiling face twitching on the back stroke. He was growing, getting much bigger and the full size of this thing was clear to everyone. I couldn't resist it and I dropped to my knees, his cock rubbing my face as I pulled back on his skin. "So you wanted a show . . .?" I asked gingerly. I turned my face to his cock and took as much in my mouth as I could, sucking with all my energy. The group had closed in for a better view and were speechless. The remaining guys had taken out their cocks and were wanking openly. I noticed some guys were finger fucking other women, some with partners, some not. I never noticed Alan walking around with his video camera. I was using two hands to wank Tom, and plunging him deep down my throat. After a few minutes he shuddered and murmured, "Oh yes!" It was loud enough to get the attention of those close to us and he began to jerk. I wanted to keep my mouth over him but let him slip out as he jerked again. A small amount of cum seeped from his giant cock, then suddenly he erupted and I took him full in the face. It felt like a shower, a cupful. It seemed never ending, but eventually it did and I fell back; my face and tits covered in his spunk. Everyone was looking down at me and there was a universal air of disbelief. I went off to clean myself up, while others were still involved. Alan asked if I was OK and I assured him I was. "One down . . . how many to go?" Alan laughed. We walked back outside and for a moment watched what everyone else was doing. There were a few couples who were now putting on the entertainment. Tom sat in a chair and he looked knacked. I smiled at him and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. "My god girl!" he sighed. "Oh yes!" I grinned. Two couples had to leave. They had early flights the next day and we had a few long goodbyes. Back outside, only the diehards remained. We stood chatting and drinking until Kris took me by the hands. "What?" I asked. "Are you still feeling brave?" "Brave for what?" She climbed onto the arm of a chair and pulled me across the other, my face inches from her shaven pussy. Slowly she pressed my face closer and I obliged, lapping at her wet pussy for all to see. Every thing else seemed to stop as they all came to watch us and what I was doing. Kris was whispering to me constantly; saying how some girls couldn't join in, wrong time of month and all that, while others were just not sluts like me and her, I laughed. I was leaning on the chair arm, my ass high in the air and Kris was beckoning everyone closer. Apparently Alan waived away an invitation but filmed everything. Another guy didn't and stepped up behind me. I couldn't turn to see who, I was just poked and his fat cock pushed inside me. With every stroke I delved deeper into Kris's body with my tongue. Fuck this felt good, but who was it. I mumbled to Kris, "Who is it?" "Does it matter?" I guess it didn't because he was trembling now, fucking me hard and fast as his body jerked out of control and my body became flooded with his hot cum. Kris was having an orgasm and flooding my mouth also. My body was shaking so much with excitement that the orgasms were melting into one another. The guy stepped away and I tried to raise my head curious as to who had just fucked me. A hand was quickly placed on my lower back and I was gently pressed forward again. "Another?" I gasped. This was a good sized cock but I knew this was not Alan. He took hold of my hips and pulled me onto his shaft. I could feel his cock pushing against my cervix. This was a strong, hard fuck, not as frantic as the last guy. My mind raced, trying to figure out who he was, whose personality matched this type of fuck. Kris slid from the arm of the chair only to pull me further across. I held onto the chair arm she had sat on for support but my left arm was pulled away. A guy slipped onto the arm beneath me and presented me his cock. I hardly hesitated and took him in my mouth. I couldn't see who it was but I sucked; always tempted to look and see who it was but never did. The guy fucking me came, pushing deeper as he injected every drop he could into me. A moment later the guy shot his load in my mouth, filling me so I drooled. I licked every drop as the guy stepped from behind me. I let the guy slip from my mouth and he eased from the chair. Kris reappeared and whispered something incoherent to me. "What?" As yet another cock probed my pussy; I realized what was happening and called out, "No not all of them!" Nothing was said but the cock slipped inside me and began to thrust, and again a new body replaced Kris and presented his cock for me to suck. I did not object and gave up wondering who it was. The idea that they were all going to fuck me cleared up the mystery of who was doing what. After those two had filled me with their cum, it was Tom. I knew, as he rubbed his cock against my back. My god he was huge, I screamed as he pushed his cock into me. I was dripping cum down my legs but it was still a battle for him to enter. His thrusts were long and slow and I almost choked on the cock in my mouth. Tom was fucking me for what seemed like an eternity, having already cum earlier. The guy in my mouth had long since cum and gone. Now I simply clung to the chair arm for support as this huge cock thrust deeper and deeper inside me. Eventually he came and the force of his ejaculation was amazing. It was quiet, Tom had stepped away and there was a pause. I thought it was over but there was still a hand gently holding me down. They were watching. All stood watching as the cum flooded from my gaping pussy. Then another guy, my god, but I knew this feeling, it was Alan. He was so gentle. I was relaxed as Alan fucked me, it was so comfortable and familiar I forgot about everyone watching. It wasn't one of his best and he came after about ten minutes kissing my back as he stepped away. The hand had gone from my back and I raised myself up. When I turned they were all gathered around me, all smiling and naked. I felt dizzy as if floating as I tried to maintain my balance. I knew what I had done, but couldn't understand why. I hadn't had too much to drink but I wasn't used to drinking in the heat of the day. I stumbled off to get cleaned up. I had a shower before returning wearing just my sarong around my waist. I was amazed the party was not over, only this time it was not me. I asked what had been happening while I was being fucked. A girl whispered most were watching me but Kris and another girl had put on a show. Kris had fucked a few and another had been giving blow jobs. She paused then smiled. "None were as good as you though, you were amazing!" I stood watching before realizing that it was Kris getting abused. On all fours she had a cock deep down her throat while two guys finger fucked her like crazy, one in her pussy the other in her ass. I sat down and watched. Feeling sleepy I began drifting off. I glanced up a few times; once to see Alan fucking Kris hard. All I could say was, "Naughty boy," before drifting off again. When I awoke, it was morning and everyone was still there, sprawled out on the terrace; some sleeping, some talking. I began bringing out food for breakfast and never bothered to change my clothes, still wrapped in only a sarong. As they awoke people helped me and soon we were all up and about. We had breakfast and I jokingly asked who had fucked me and in what order, but no one would say. Eventually they took it upon themselves to sign my body; all writing their names around my pussy and neck. I was covered; almost head to toe and some of the comments were very crude. We had a few pictures of me and the guys like this. We spent about an hour taking pictures, most were naughty and although there was a lot of heavy petting, we were all too tired to fuck. Eventually it was time to say goodbye and things became very emotional. It was difficult knowing that most of us would never see each other again. Peter and Glenn were very sombre kissing me goodbye; Kris on the other hand had her tongue right down my throat. We were both crying and had to run to the bathroom to calm our emotions. Saying goodbye to Tom was very traumatic, I was going to miss him dearly. He had always been a father figure amongst the group and I found it hard to believe that he had been fucking me the night before. It was strange to know I had been so intimate with someone I looked up to in that way. As Tom left I cried again and wasn't prepared for Rob who couldn't keep his hands off my pussy. I pushed him away and was about to unleash my temper when Alan intervened and calmed the situation. I caught up with Rob in the drive, giving him a hug and apologising for being so emotional. Rob smiled and said he understood the group breaking up was hard for everyone. I walked back in the house and put an arm around Alan who pushed door shut. "The world is a lot smaller than you think," he whispered softly. I felt like I was about to sob again and pulled myself away from him. We went back out onto the patio and Alan sipped on a coffee. I watched as he pulled strange faces and tilted his head. "What the hell are you doing," I snapped. "Just wondering how you got your skinny little ass into so much trouble last night, tart." I giggled a little as I walked over and sat beside him. It had been an amazing twenty-four hours and the wildest day of my life, I just felt so sad now. Alan turned to me, "Rian, tell me, would you have been so wild last night if they hadn't been leaving?" I paused for a second before replying, "No, I wouldn't." "Then thank god they've gone," and he began laughing. I had expected some comeback from Alan but I was very surprised at his attitude. "It's only meat." "What?" I shrieked. "Rian, there isn't much love in a fuck, that is sex, it's just meat." It turned out that Kris had been fucking the crew and was caught by the police doing several of them at the same time. This is frowned upon in Malaysia and she was kicked out of the country and disappeared. Glenn was pretty bust up about it and climbed into a bottle as Alan puts it. Tom died a year later of a stroke. I still look at his picture from that day. The Farewell Story We were roommates for three years. I liked her. We enjoyed each other's company. We both had no permanent relationship. We went to movies, to shopping, and to the many restaurants together. I did not know if I loved her. But when she told me she was leaving for another city, I felt a part of me was leaving. I did not know if she felt about me as deeply, and did not want to think about it. I wanted to enjoy our last days together, so did she. The day before she planned to leave, we went to have the last dinner together. We talked about everything and felt happy as ever before. Then we went home. I closed the door, put my keys in the tray, and felt a bit low. She sat on the sofa and did not say anything. When I was about to enter my room, I heard, 'hey, give me a hug'. I smiled, turned around, and she was behind me. I pulled her into my arms, telling myself that when she let go, I should let go too. But the hug was getting too long than I expected. I give her a few pats on the back, loosened a little bit. She straightened up, looking at me with this saddened smile, hands still on my waist. Then I got this impulse from nowhere that I took her head and put my lips on hers. It was soft, warm, and moist, as I imagined before. I started nibbling on her lip, and felt her biting on mine. She pushed her tongue into my mouth, and took away my air. I was dizzy. I wrapped my arms around her, fumbling into my room, falling with her into bed. I took off her blouse, unhooked her bra, separated her legs with one knee, and moved us further into the bed. She mumbled 'fuck me' and rubbed her hip against me. I slid my hand into her jeans. It was flooding, drenching her underwear. We got rid of the fabrics in the way. I squeezed two fingers into her, enjoying being surrounded by her, wet, soft and warm. I found the hard spot and gave it a tickle. I felt her squirming under me. I started pulling on that spot. She was trembling and gasping for air. I kissed my way down, picked a nipple, sucked on it and pinched on the other. It felt like a tough little berry. She was wiggling so much that I decided to devote my full attention to her sweet juicy pussy. I let go of her nipple, pulled back her luscious meat, exposing her clit, and started sucking. My other hand relentlessly sent two hooked fingers thrusting, bringing her bumping into me with each pull. My tongue circles the smooth round button of hers, caressing and pressing on it. She held on to my head tightly with both hands, arching her back, spreading her legs, inviting me in with each stroke. Her breath quickened, her legs rubbing against my ears, fumbling for support, her moan became staccato. Her muscle stiffened under my palm, her hands tried to push me away, but I would not let go. I took another deep suck, with the help of another unreserved pull from my fingers, held her button between my teeth, brushed it quickly with my tongue. I felt another warm gush from deep her warm hole, and the firm pressure around my fingers. Her head was raised aloft. She let out an uncontrolled cry. Then the tension and pressure left. She fell back into the bed spasming, her eyes half-closed, lips parted and chest tantalizingly pink. I wiped her juice off my lips and chin, crawled up to give her a peck behind her ear, slowly rubbing my thigh against her, and running my hands up and down her soft and warm body. I savored her smell with each breath. It was great feeling her beneath me. She caught up with her breath. She suddenly flipped me under. 'It's my turn', she said. Again she raided the air from my mouth. She pinned my arms over my head with one hand, sent my knees bending wide open, and reached down with her other hand. 'You are wet all over', she whispered into my ear, tugging on my earlobe. I was suddenly aware of the liquid flowing past my anus and resting between the cheeks, and her hand thoroughly spreading the juice up my clit but refusing to venture in my hole. I found her lips and bite down, pushed myself into her hand, wrapped my legs around hers. She ran her fingers up and down along my slit. I felt more hunger with each stroke. I started protesting, she smiled and suddenly penetrated me with three fingers, all pulling on my gspot. She bite on my neck and chest, probably leaving marks along the way, but I did not care. She let go of my hands and started rubbing my clit. Before I had enough time to grab the sheet, I felt myself pushed to the verge of the cliff. 'No,' I gasped. Don't finish so quick, I thought. But my body was craving more and stronger. I felt her licking my nipples, my belly, and my thigh. I pulled her up, pressed myself against her for support, as the pleasure in me built and exploded. In the ecstasy I cried out loud, shaking violently, and the room faded from my eyes. But she was still touching me, and pushing on my sensitive button occasionally. Each touch sent me trembling and melting into her arms. 'I'm gonna go wash up', I said dreamily as the high faded away, feeling the slimy between my legs. 'No,' she hummed. She slid down, gave me a look from just above my thighs. Then she lowered her head, and I felt her tongue inside me. I was in fire again. I wanted more. I sat up with her face-to-face. I guided her hand to me, and pushed my hand into her. 'I'm all yours', I breathed into her ear. After we finger-fucked the sheet wet and collapsed into each other, we agreed it was time to rest. She had to leave early in the morning. She spent the night in my bed. I pretended to be asleep when she got up. I think she knew I was faking it. She gave me a long kiss before she left. I felt heartbroken when she closed the door. We still keep contact with each other. We still talk about everything. But we never mention that night.