2 comments/ 56079 views/ 5 favorites Filling The Void By: Susan McK The door slammed behind him as he left and the sound of their shouting voices was replaced with the cry of the baby. Susan went upstairs and settled her, soothing her back to sleep, before returning to the empty room downstairs. She sat in the half-light, tears trickling down her cheeks as she relived their latest argument. It seemed that every day of the two months since Amy's birth had included an argument or tension between herself and Pete. Never about the same thing, but usually ending in a shouting match and more recently with him storming out of the house to the local pub. Life should be so much better she thought, particularly following the birth of the baby they both had so much wanted. Things had been so good in the past she thought and in her mind recalled the happy times of their past. Susan had always been a quiet and shy girl right through her teenage years and into her early twenties. She had a few close friends but her shyness tended to scare off potential boyfriends in her younger years. Her friends assured her she was pretty but she rarely had the courage to accept the offer of a date with a boy or to get up to the intimacies that some of her friends confided in her about. She was past her nineteenth birthday before she actually dated a guy. She smiled as she reminisced. Andy, she recalled, gentle and understanding. The poor guy had to wait until their fourth date before she let him kiss her. After six dates he hadn't called her again - she could hardly blame him. When she turned twenty she realised that it was time to grow up and behave like a more normal girl. This was partly due to the fact that with all her friends dating she was spending more and more nights at home alone. It was at her friend Jenny's 21st party that she drank more than she normally would and let herself accept an offer to dance with Jenny's older brother Jim. When they had danced for a bit and Jim led her to a chair in a dark corner she let him kiss her passionately, enjoying his roughness and probing tongue. When he whispered to her to come upstairs to his room something inside her told her that it was something she needed to do to overcome her inhibitions. In Jim's room, with the lights still off, they kissed deeply and she felt a thrill of anticipation when his hand fondled her breasts through her sweater. She hadn't thought ahead to how far things would go but she had, when dressing for the party made up her mind that it was time that she shared her 36c breasts with a man. Her nipples hardened and Jim sat back, both hands massaging her as he looked into her face. She blushed, unsure of the next move then watched his face as he began to pull the sweater over her head. Once her top was off his fingers fumbled with the clasp at the front of her bra before it opened and his cool hands moved on to her naked breasts. She lay back as he explored and caressed them, kissing her lips and then her white breasts in turn. She was aware of his excitement pressing against her leg as he fondled her, conscious of him rubbing against her. Tentatively she reached down to feel his hardness through his pants. He felt big and swollen and he pushed urgently against her hand as sucked at her breasts. Then he moaned deeply and Susan was aware of a warmth and wetness against her hand. It took her a few moments to realise that he had come in his pants. He was embarrassed, as was she, and while he cleaned up and changed his pants she dressed herself. They returned to the party and to her relief he made no attempt to try to see her again or repeat the experience. Six months later Susan met Pete, like herself a shy quiet person. They got on well. They dated and respected their limits and while Susan enjoyed his kisses and petting she had no desire to let herself go as she had with Jim. Two years later they married. It was a beautiful big wedding and Susan was so happy. That night when they went up to their hotel room she dressed in the bathroom in a black silk negligee and walked confidently to join her husband in their wedding bed. They made love for the first time, a little awkwardly at first as they became accustomed to each other. The next morning after long leisurely sex Susan lay in bed, happy and content. The next 11 years passed quickly. life was good and their sex life remained good without being earth shattering. They knew what each other liked and their was a sense of security in their familiar routine. When Susan became pregnant they were both delighted but Susan sensed from an early stage a change in Pete. He seemed moodier and less attentive towards her. She guessed as her body swelled that he found her less attractive and hoped things would revert to normal after the birth. As she sat alone in the dark room Susan mused that things hadn't improved. The birth had been routine and she had already regained her figure, thanks to plenty of exercise. She felt that at 34 she still looked good, eeven better than her younger years. She had a definite confidence in herself and in her size 12 figure. Her deep brown eyes were set in a pretty face under her short jet black hair. Her breasts were still swollen and heavy as she was feeding the baby herself but her waist was back to its original size. Her bum while not fat, still needed a bit of work she thought. Not that Pete noticed she thought, and in her mind she counted back the months, estimating that it was now a full ten months since they had last made love. A couple of days later Susan received news of the death of the mother of a close friend of hers. The funeral was quite a distance away and she was grateful when Wendy and Nick, friends of hers, offered to give her a lift. She arranged for the baby to be minded by her mother and filled enough bottles with her milk to cover the full day and more. On the morning of the funeral Wendy phoned to say she couldn't go, one of her children was sick, but if it was OK that Nick would still drive her. Nick collected her shortly afterwards and they headed off down the country. While he was the husband of one of her friends she didn't know him that well but conversation came easily as they drove and she found herself relaxed and comfortable. They stopped on the way, for lunch, and she found herself enjoying his company and his gentle manner. He was reasonably good looking, taller than her with light brown hair. His deep brown eyes matched hers and while slightly overweight he was by no means fat. They reached the funeral and went through the normal routine of the church and the consoling exchanges afterwards. After a cup of tea with the family it was time to hit the road again. The conversation as it grew dark on the way home started to get a bit deeper and Susan found herself confiding in Nick some of the difficulties in her marriage. Similarly he told her of his own problems, his knowledge of a previous affair of Wendy's and of the difficulties in his marriage. Again they stopped for something to eat, this time in an isolated country pub. They had to run across the dark car park as night had closed in and a strong wind blew heavy rain across them. Inside in the warmth they ate and chatted and it seemed a pity when the meal was finished and it was time to dash back through the rain to the car. Once in the car they giggled at each others windswept appearance and Nick leaned over to brush her hair back off her face. His hand hesitated and stroked gently across her cheek. Susan froze and watched his face moving closer to hers before she closed her eyes as his lips met hers. She didn't move, just sat feeling the touch of his cold lips on hers as his fingers moved over her face. His tongue moved gently over her lips, wet and warm. It probed between them, moving over her teeth, before with a gentle moan she opened her mouth letting his tongue move inside the warm depths of her mouth. It felt good to be kissed, to feel attractive to a man again and he responded to her welcome by moving closer to her and increasing the passion of their kiss. Their mouths were moving together and his hand slid under her coat, around her waist, pulling her closer to him. They moved together, his hands stroking her hair, roaming over her back as they kissed. Then he moved her, let his hand move up between them to cup her breasts through her blouse. She kissed him deeper, enjoying feeling him finding hr nipple through the thin fabric and making it harden. He squeezed it and she pulled away, suddenly aware of the fullness of her breasts, their sensitivity and the definite probability that any sensation would cause her milk to flow. Nick seemed confused but moved away and they sat briefly in silence before he started the engine. They drove in silence, her mind racing. On the one hand her body was glowing with passion and her mind delighted by his attention and his obvious desire for her. On the other, she was embarrassed by her lactating breasts and also by the manner in which she had rejected him. She could sense his frustration and confusion as she watched him staring at the road ahead. After many miles of silence, Susan moved in her seat, nearer to Nick. She leant her head on his shoulder and after initial tension felt him relax. She kissed his neck gently then let her hand run over his leg, as he drove. Gently she stroked it, slowly moving higher until she let it run delicately over the front of his trousers. His response was immediate and when she repeated her movement she could feel that he had swollen and was pushing against his pants. Three or four long slow strokes later and she was aware that this man beside her was not only completely erect but also considerably larger than her husband. She slowly undid his pants, pulling down the zip. His eyes never left the road. He adjusted his position in his seat slightly allowing her to pull his pants down very slightly and for his erection to spring out of the opening in the front of his shorts. Susan took her time, watched her hand exploring the thick curls of hair in his shorts and running up and down the full length of his shaft. She glanced up at his face, his eyes still focussed on the road. Then she undid her seatbelt, allowing her to bend right forward until she could lick the swollen head of his cock with her tongue. She heard him moan and smiled as she started to lick and kiss his trembling erection. She had just let her lips slide over the head of his cock when she felt the car bumping and then coming to an abrupt stop. She sat up, looked out and realised that he had pulled off the main road and that they were now in the dark corner of a field. He undid his seatbelt and they sat for a moment, her again unsure, him with his cock still exposed and pointing towards the ceiling. He embraced her, kissing her lips, as he manoevured her seat backwards into the horizontal position. Then he adjusted his own seat before taking her in his arms, his cock pushing against her through her clothes. They said nothing, their mouths locked together as she felt his hands roaming over her bum, pulling her against him. Then she realised he had opened the zip on her skirt and as he struggled to remove it she took off her coat. Next his hands were at the waistband of her tights and when she lifted herself to help him she felt her tights and panties sliding off over her legs. How she wished she had shaved, she thought, but Nick didn't seem to mind as his hand dived into her thick bush of curly jet back hair caressing and exploring before she felt him roughly sliding two thick fingers into her wet pussy. She moaned, enjoying his passion, realising that in a matter of minutes a man other than her husband would be buried deep inside her. His hand moved, fingers touched her mouth and she licked at her own juices, amazing herself as she did so at the difference in her actions compared to the practised routine with Pete. Then he kissed her hard, very hard, as his hand kneaded her swollen breast through her blouse. She felt it contract and a warm wetness spreading through her bra and blouse. She felt embarrassed again but Nick was moving, pulling open the buttons on her top and then opening and pulling aside her bra. She couldn't stop him, his hands squeezing and massaging and she felt her milk flowing as he did, soaking her breasts. His hands stroked her, wetting her, making her nipples harder and harder. Then he was kissing her again, his cock against her belly as he moved her on to her side and then somehow over on top of him. They lay like that, her breasts leaking on to his chest before his hands moved down to her soft white bum. He pushed her backwards until she was sitting, straddling him, his cock pushing into her hairy mound. Then his eyes fixed on hers, he moved, positioned himself, then let her sink down fully on to his erection. She hesitated and adjusted herself, loving the feel of this big thick cock, filling her as no man had done before. As he started to fondle her breasts they began to move together, slowly, his cock probing so deep inside her. She closed her eyes, relaxed, her body on fire, her husband forgotten, all her focus on the sensations being generated inside her sopping pussy. She felt him move but kept her rhythm and then gasped as she realised he had taken her nipple deep into his mouth and was sucking her milk as they moved. She threw her head back, moaned as she pushed her breasts forward to his eager mouth. She felt wild, a sense of complete abandonment coming over her. His breathing was heavy, his movements sharper and she felt him thrusting harder upwards inside her. She moved with him, the car full of noises of panting, moaning and maked flesh slapping together. Her orgasm hit her hard, she threw back her head and screamed as 10 months of frustration was released. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her bum, pulling her down on to him as she felt him tense then explode inside her. They kissed, moving slowly, relaxing until she collapsed on top of him. After what seemed like an age in each others arms they cleaned up and resumed the journey home. Susan sat, her head on his shoulder as the familiar sights of her neighbourhood came into view. Suddenly as they passed the local shopping centre she instructed him to pull off the road into the darkened car park. Nick looked surprised and glanced across at her. Susan just smiled as she finished opening the buttons on her blouse and prepared to offer her breasts to him once again....................... Filling the Void Prelude As Halloween approached I had a delightful feeling of impending fun. I love Halloween like no other holiday. It has none of the pretense of the other holidays and is full of the magic of, if only for a night, transforming ourselves into someone or something quite different from our ordinary selves. I loved to wear masks and slutty clothes showing off my 38 DD breasts, my thick strong waist and my large, but rock hard, ass. I work out religiously during the year but never really have the desire to wear the slinky clothes that passes for fashion in L.A. Only once a year, I feel like I can dress to impress, especially when I can cover my face with a mask, just enough to hide how much I enjoy being lusted after. Last year, I thought took the cake. When I had come into a big house party, dressed as Dirty Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, at least four handsome guys at the party had noticeable wood after only moments in my presence. I was single then and should have found true love, or the kind of drunken sex that often passes for true love on Halloween. But instead I ended up going home early with my girlfriend Cheryl. She got a bit too drunk and after her boobs fell out of her costume for the third time, and I found her surrounded by men, who were obviously intent on bad intent, so I decided to save her from impending date rape and sacrifice my Halloween pleasure. I ended up dragging her to her apartment whilst trying to avoid her projectile vomiting. So this year I was determined to be more arousing than ever. However things had changed in the last week that made my plans kind of uncertain. First, I had meet a man. While I wasn't sure whether Adam was my boyfriend, we had been seeing each other nearly every day. We hadn't talk of exclusivity, but I could guarantee that he wasn't seeing anyone else. And while I had plenty of offers, its seemed that I had just let everyone else go and was hanging onto Adam like he was a God of love. So what was it about Adam that made me so struck. His looks were definitely not it. When I first saw his picture on the dating web cite, I sometimes prowl, I almost thought about forgetting the whole thing. He was a big guy, broad shoulders, a big chest, a bit of a belly, but solid everywhere. He looks like a biker or a construction worker, but in fact he is a lawyer. We dated a few times and I really didn't think he was that interested in me. The conversation was great, we laughed, we dined in great restaurants, we saw a couple of great shows. But his sexual attention was slow in coming. He told me on the first date that he never kissed on the first date. I thought it kind of strange, figured he wouldn't call back, but by the time I was home there was already an email saying what a good time he had had. The next date was even more special and as we parted he took me in his arms held me close and kissed me with a deep and dangerous kind of passion. As I opened the door to my place, I thought he would come in, but he just smiled that dirty smile of his and sauntered down the stairs to his car. It was on the third date that hell really broke lose. He asked me if I trusted him enough to go to Vegas. Sure, why not, he had been more than a gentleman so far, he had been an outright tease. So when he came to pick me up at 4:00 a.m. last Saturday (he always drove early to avoid the traffic), I was a bit nervous, but mostly tired. He loaded my suitcase, put me in the seat, which was already down, and told me to sleep for a few hours. When I awoke, we were just passed Barstow, I was a bit crabby and thought I must of looked like a wreck. Adam smiled, "Good morning beautiful," he sighed, looking at me like I was a Goddess. "What is wrong with you," I bitched. "It is still 7:00 a.m. and you look like the bird who caught the canary." "Well, my little Canary," he whispered, "I just was wondering how sweet a Canary might taste." This shut me up for a second, before he broke the silence with his usual humor. "I am sure it tastes just like chicken." As I wacked him on the arm, he smiled and told me to lay back and wake up slowly. As I lay there, he reached behind the seat and pulled out of a cooler some yogurt. "Here eat this, you must keep your strength up." I ate the delicious smooth yogurt, with grapes, he hand feed to me. Without realizing it, my pussy began to leak, just by thinking about what this man was going to do to me I had become completely aroused. As we drove on, I began to doze again. I looked across and noticed that Adam was definitely thinking about the same thing as me, because a tent was forming in his jeans. While his eyes never left the road, his mind was definitely driving in the gutter. This could be an interesting trip, I thought. When we finally checked in, all I wanted to do was sleep, or at least take off my clothes and lie in bed with this man. But he had other things on his mind. We walked, and talked, gambled a little, we ate a beautiful lunch and strolled around the Bellagio. He took me on a gondola ride at Venice, holding me close the whole time and whispering nasty things he was going to do to me... later. When we were in Caesar's he almost got us arrested. While everyone was watching the moving statutes, he pulled me into a back stair and started kissing me hard. As he squeezed my tits, he delicately pinched my nipples. He stroked down the front of my dress, and slide his thick fingers across my clit, pulling and pushing, making me breath hard and wish we could snap our fingers and be in bed. And then, when the guard came to see what was going on, he lingered at my dress, flashing a nipple at the smiling guard, before Adam apologized profusely, claiming that my beauty had entranced him and swearing to be a better man. The guard let us off with a warning and told us to get to our room. I took Adam by the hand, determined to fuck his brains out immediately. But when we got to the strip, he told me firmly that we had one more thing to do before I had my way with him. The show was called Zoomanity and it was an amazing blend of acrobatics, sexual humor and a whole lot of simulated sex. I was amazed and aroused by the whole experience. I couldn't believe my eyes, and when Adam began finger fucking me right in my seat, with a cute tourist from Germany, sitting inches away from me, I got so hot that I knew the whole row could smell my aroused pussy. As I neared a climax, I turned to look Adam in the eyes, but he smiled, and told me he would see it again and again, so why not give our neighbor a treat. I smiled and turned to catch my neighbor staring at the hand under my dress. I made eye contact, and knew instantly that I was going to cum in under a minute. My neighbor moved his hand for me, to show me his exposed cock, hidden by his jacket, that he was slowly stroking. I shivered and Adam stuffed three fingers up my cunt, his pinky in my ass and started to saw all around my clit with his thumb. I went off like a bomb, only prevented from screaming by the kind German man who stuffed his cock sweat covered fingers into my mouth as I gushed and groaned. From there, it was like some kind of dream. Before I knew it, Adam was dragging me by the hand, with no where to go but to bed. It was a dream of sucking, and stroking, licking and cumming that took all night. Adam started by making me tell him about the German's eyes, while he slowly licked my pussy and ass. I was leaking like a storm drain in El Nino and he drank my juices while I explained the look in the German's eyes, his trembling hand and his swollen cock. Then Adam pushed me hard on the bed and spun me so my head was hanging over the edge. He kissed me upside down and then slowly raised up, pinning my head back over the side of the bed, and basically mounted my mouth. I always have been a bit scared of this position, because, while I have some cock sucking talent, I certainly can gag if the issue is forced. When I struggled a bit, Adam held my wrists and commanded, ."Trust me." I did and suddenly my body relaxed. He slipped the thick tip of his cock back and forth across my lips, slowly at first and then with increasing speed. Once in a while he would slide a bit deeper, scary, but never to the point of displeasure. When I tried to use my hand, he slapped my tit, held my wrist and whispered something insane like: "I know you're the Goddess, but obey for now." I looked in his eyes and saw something that was always hiding there, something I had recognized from the first meeting, but something that had never been let totally free in my presence. It was like an animal, coming from the eyes, and I knew that if I moved wrong, I could be in trouble, but if I move right, this was going to be amazing. Suddenly I was turned over, like a rag doll. He pulled me onto my stomach, and slid his naked cock into my swollen dripping cunt. I wanted to say something about condoms, I just met him, this wasn't my usual thing, I was on the pill, but, these days.... But suddenly I was stopped by the feeling of being taken. He pulled my upper body off the bed mostly by my hair, as he started to pound with a frenzy into my body. He demanded that I play with my clit, and without the possibility of protest I started to finger myself. He cupped his big paws over my tits and held them like a push up bra. He grabbed my nipples between his fingers and thumbs and began to tune my tits, while he slide relentlessly into me. Suddenly my senses, as if I had just awoken from a dream, noticed he was saying, or more correctly chanting something as he fucked me hard. I couldn't catch every word, but something like a prayer to a Goddess, a invocation to create love, to stir the cauldron of possibility, to invoke the nameless one, to join the one who becomes. It was not the words, but the rhythm of his speech that seemed to hypnotize me. I felt like I was in a dream and I started to join in the chant... before I knew it I was declaring my undying love, my obedience, I was to be a slave, and was to willingly do or say anything, even to the point of murder, what my lover asked. As I gave myself totally, I heard the chant change and I knew it was time to consummate what we had been dreaming of. I heard Adam moan that he was giving up himself so that our love could begin and I heard myself answer that I would take his power only to give it back for our love. As a shudder started in my toes, it spread, like some global warming fueled tsunami up my body. Exactly as the wave reached my cunt, I felt Adam shudder and fill my womb with spurt after spurt of his essence. This made things even more crazy. I started to scream out of control and before I knew it, I was lost to consciousness, only held by his strong arms. Time hung for an unknown period and then I woke to a salty taste and something running down my chin. It was blood, Adam had held his hand to my mouth to prevent police involvement due to my screams and I must have bit right into his wrist. I turned and looked, but there was no sign of pain on Adam's face, only a far away bliss. I lay down, just for a second, and before I knew what was happening... it was morning. I woke to the smell of coffee. Adam was pouring room service coffee for me and dishing up various sweets for my breakfast. Blood hung on my lips and in my mouth, and I felt like I had been beaten and then given strong narcotics, as my body swooned with pain and with a distinct after glow of pleasure. "Good morning my lover of all things...German." Adam smiled, with that fucking cute smile of his, and it dawned on me, I was in love with this man. What the fuck was happening to me. I almost choked when he feed me a piece of fruit tart and then answered my unspoken thought. "I love you too darling." I didn't really know what was going on, but I was going to enjoy the next day and then go home, talk to my girlfriends and figure out what kind of a spell I was under. While the sex that weekend was spectacular, it didn't match that first night. I guess only because I didn't lose consciousness and drink my man's blood, but it is those little details that make the difference. Anyway, when I got home, I was a bit sad, because, as a result of my work and Adam's job we were not going to be able to see each other until next weekend, Halloween. I knew that the withdrawal of having something so good was going to be devastating, and to tell the truth, I had come to look forward to his stupid jokes and crooked smile. Anyway, I took some solace in the fact that I was going to work on my costume and see if Adam was even going to be able to leave the apartment on Halloween without tearing off my clothes and having his way with me. As the week flew by, I was surprised every day with a little present from Adam. First, flowers, some kind of strange and utterly fragrant lily. The smell wafted throughout my house and seemed to hypnotize me with the fragrance. So familiar, but something I couldn't put my finger, or more precisely, my nose on. Then a basket of oils, to be smeared on my body in the morning, at noon, and before I slept. They too had that same smell and seem to relax me in ways that I had never known before. Finally candy, some kind of strange candied fruit in a liquor that made me dizzy and horny and laugh like an idiot. My week went fast, and I was efficient and charming. All the men paid extra attention to me, the woman wanted to be close to me, I actually was beginning to think some of my friends had gone lesbo the way they wanted to touch my legs, my shoulders and when they spoke to me, they got so close, like they just wanted to reach over and kiss me. In fact, my assistant actually did try and kiss me. Silly girl, 19, and beautiful as they come, she told me she was under my spell. I just laughed, told her Halloween was coming and so she better beware and sent her back to work. The night before Halloween, I got a strange call from Adam. We talked for a while, had a bit of phone sex and made our plans for the next day. Then he said something strange. "Don't worry if you have some pain tonight. It is all part of the process. Our love will be born in a way that it is too early for you to understand. Just relax, think of my eyes and soon we will be together.... forever." Did he say forever. She thought she must be hearing things. Adam laughed and told her to sleep. Soon they would touch and she would know just how important she was to him. As she tossed in a dream filled sleep, visions of cocks, cocks of all sizes and shapes filled her head and, I guess, filled her body. She awoke having cum in her sleep from a dream of some kind of orgy, she couldn't quite remember the details. But as her breathing slowed and she recovered from her pleasure, a distinct pressure and then pain filled her womb. It felt like something was growing, stretching her from inside. She began to moan and then get really worried, maybe she should call 911, maybe she needed an appendectomy. But she remembered Adam's words and she recalled his soothing eyes. She could almost hear his words, "Relax, let it come, it is good, it will join us together... forever." In her mind she heard it clearly: forever. Then as the pressure built to a climax she was paralyzed in pain and fear for a second, and then, as suddenly as it started, the pain ended in a feeling like something was leaving her body. She felt like she was birthing an baby. Her and Adam's baby made from their joined sexual energy. Somewhere deep insider her, she knew she was joined with him forever. As the last of the pressure shot from her pussy, she was surprised by a orgasm that swept over her with no prelude. She actually wept in pleasure and in joy. With the thought that she certainly needed serious counseling, she fell into a deep fulfilling sleep. Halloween So the big night had finally arrived. She had decided to go as the wicked witch of the East. This meant, at least in her twisted mind, something like a porn star, with all black leather and a pointy hat. Instead of a mask, she went with heavy makeup which highlighted her dark features and made her look Egyptian. The dress fit so tight, that she actually had to get Cheryl to help her pull it up. Her tits were really just tied up by leather straps and you could see everything. She decided to put shiny stars on her nipples, just so she didn't get arrested. Her broom was something special too. She had carved the tip of the broom handle so it looked like a perfect penis. It was if she was carrying a six foot dildo around. She smiled and Cheryl refused to bet that she would have Adam before he could leave the place. The plan was simple, she had a two parties that she had been invited to, and Adam had said something about a party or something. She figured that they would make an appearance at at least one of the parties and then come home for the real trick and treats.... When she heard the bang on her door, her heart beat fast. She didn't realize, until that moment, how much she had missed Adam. Cheryl flew out the back door and she sauntered to the front door, with an evil grin, prepared to take her man's breath away. The surprise was that she was the one who got the jolt. As she opened the door, she saw something out of a gladiator movie. Adams upper torso was covered in leather and chain. His arms had metal protectors and they dug into his strong huge arms, looking like they actually had drawn blood. He wore leather shorts with hard shin and knee pads covered in a hard skin covering. He wore a large sword, that even at first glance, she knew was real. He was covered with what appeared to be blood and he held a fake, but very realistic bloody human head in his hand. Adam's face was covered with a leather mask, which covered much of his face, just leaving his eyes, and chin to the light. As the initial shock wore off, he again startled her by getting on one knee and swearing his undying allegiance to his witch queen. At least he recognized what she was, that was a good start. Suddenly she realized that the sexual tension that she had been feeling was different now. It was something else she felt, fear, hesitation, maybe obedience was the correct word. Her man, in this outfit could command her to do what he wanted, and chances are she would comply. He held out his "bloody" paw to her and she grabbed it. "Where to Mistress," was all he said. The early part of the evening was fairly routine. She took Adam to meet some of her friends at both parties she had been invited to. Adam was friendly, charming and everyone seemed to like him. But even with his winning personality, his costume obviously made people a bit nervous. Men would step aside without hesitation and all the woman wanted to feel his sword. While she felt a something about the attention he was receiving, she got her share as well, she truly felt comfortable, because she knew in her heart that Adam was hers and she was his, no matter what. Only as the evening wore on, did things get a little weird. As it approached 11:15, Adam told, not asked, her, "Let's go, we have an appointment with fate." As she got in the car, they were silent as Adam drove to a part of downtown Los Angeles, that she would never go, not even in the day time. It was just past the main part of downtown and it consisted of old industrial buildings and warehouses. Every question about where they were going was put off by an almost whispered, "Be patient, you will see." Finally they rolled to a heavily secured warehouse. The driveway had a camera, and upon driving up, the door automatically opened. The place seemed abandoned, except for a few cars parked outside. Nice cars actually, a Ferrari, a Jag, a couple of Bentley's it was definitely something special. She asked Adam, "Am I dressed too risque," then smiled looking at how Adam was adorned. Filling the Void He just shushed her and ask, while he looked deeply into her eyes. "Do you trust me, my love." Of course she did, she nodded as she started to speak he pressed his finger up against my lips, "Then you are going to love this." At this, he got out of the car, opened my door, took my hand in his and lead me to a blackened door on the side of the warehouse. I heard a strange sound, voices in unison, which stopped when we walked into the room. It was lite by only hundreds of candles. There were people standing in a circle wearing dark robes. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see that there must have been about a dozen people standing, and they all looked to be men. Dressed in robes, with hoods and grotesque masks hiding their faces. "Who are these people," I whispered. "Shhh, you will know them all soon enough." With this the circle parted and I was led to a table covered in rich upholstered leather. Underneath and above were a serious of ropes and pulleys which resembled some kind of torture equipment. Before I could react, Adam had me in his arms, he kissed me passionately pulling me onto the table, and as he kissed and touched me, I felt many hands gently securing my arms and legs with leather straps, attached to this mechanism. As I began to recover my bearings. A blindfold was place over my eyes. I started to struggle, but Adam's voice brought me calm. "I would never harm you. You are the guest of honor, the vessel to be worshiped and in which we will create a spell to bring all of us wealth, success and health for the next year. It is an honor, and I promise on my life that no harm will come to you. Everyone has been tested, there is no risk of disease, every detail has been taken care of. So just empty your mind and let our combined love transform you." With that, my clothes were cut from my body. I shivered, but not from cold, because the room was heated so that my nakedness felt perfect. As I lay there, I heard the swooshing of the robes falling from the men, and I knew that I was tied up, surrounded by naked strangers and completely helpless. My breathing quickened and then I just surrendered. What would happen, would happen and I would trust Adam, and go along for the ride. Suddenly hands were all over my body. Expertly rubbing that same oil upon all of my skin that I had been using all week. It felt heavenly to be massaged by perhaps sixteen hands at once. My whole body was getting attention, and it felt heavenly. Then I heard the chanting begin. And food was being placed in my mouth. Fruit, and chocolate, then a sweet rich wine was poured slowly down my throat. Everything was delicious. The room started to feel even warmer. The chanting got louder, then a voice was speaking directly into my ear. With a kind of European accent... German? I laughed thinking how weird this was, but was startled when the voice continued. "Yes, it is me, we have previously met. I am the narrator for these next few hours. I will tell you the process as you are made ready for our invocation of the Nameless One. First, you must know that in the stories of old, there was always talk of stirring a cauldron. What was always left out or those stories was that the cauldron was a metaphor for the sacred vessel. In this case your body. We will use your body to create a powerful force which will go out into the universe and bring us all of the things that we desire. Don't worry about your desires, because you have Adam, he is the strength of us all, he will give you everything that your heart desires. As he spoke, I felt the massage change. Suddenly it was clear that I was being rubbed, no longer with hands, but with cocks. Cocks of different sizes and different degrees of hardness were touching me from every angle. My narrator continued. "You will first be feed, charged and made ready. Your absolute pleasure is our goal. So enjoy this with all of your heart." Just then, I felt lips playing all over my body. My toes were sucked clean, my nipples were licked and sucked, my lips were kissed softly, and then large talented lips and a tongue were placed over my clit and began to work me into a lather. It was almost like a brain overload, so much attention, I was going to cum in an instant. But just as I was arching to let it out, the kissing got softer and softer. Damn it, no matter how I tried to squirm, there just wasn't enough pressure to get off. Then my head was held and a large thick cock was placed in my mouth. It tasted of some exotic soap. Without hesitation, I began to suck and moan with this strange cock in my mouth. My head was rocked back and this cock relentlessly plunged into my mouth, as the kisses returned to my tits, neck and feet. But my cunt remained without attention. As I tried to rub my legs together, the ropes synched tight so that I could not touch my thighs together. Suddenly the cock in my mouth erupted. I swallowed a large sweet load of hot cum. "Delicious isn't it," my German friend added. "All of the feeders have been on a special diet for months so that you would have the finest nourishment." With that another cock filled my mouth and began to fuck my throat, as the chanting continued louder and louder. After swallowing the fourth or fifth load, I was full and feeling high from the experience. I was moaning out of control, begging to be let cum, and the chanting was putting me into a state between dreaming and fantasy. The licking of my clit began again, this time with a lighter, softer touch. If I had to guess, I would say it was a woman because of the expert way that the tongue teased and pleased my clit. I felt like I could cum in a second, but the touch was just fine enough to keep me on the edge. Then I heard Adam's voice, "Now that you have been properly charged, we will fill you with our requests for the Nameless One. Once inside of the vessel they will be converted to intention and all of them will then come to pass." With that statement, my bonds were released and I was held only by human hands. Strong masculine hands covered my body. I was turned on my stomach and placed over the soft edge of the table. The table was lowered so that my feet would just touch. Then my legs were fastened to the table legs and I was bent over the edge. As I held my breath, I was entered by one hard cock after another. They each made no point of holding back, but rather, fucked me hard and quick, dumping their juice into my seething pot of desire. The stimulation from the fucking was never enough to get me off, it kept me right on the verge of the biggest explosion of my life. Some of the big cocks made my pussy stretch and brought a sense of pain and pleasure that was unbelievable. I shuddered as another load was delivered into my womb. The table I was placed upon, was tilted so that little or none of the cum drained from my body. Finally, the chanting stopped. I was again lifted off the table by many strong hands. Suddenly my mask was lifted from my face and I was in a room with over a dozen men of all sized, ages, races and expressions. As I was lifted up, I saw the German, his cock hard as a rock, slide below me. His cock was covered in oil and I was lowered, onto his cock, straight into my ass. As I got used to this feeling, the crowd parted and Adam came to the table and slide his cock into my pussy. I was completely filled as they started to pleasure me without a word being said. A beautiful woman came from the back of the crowd and started to slip a finger between me and Adam to stimulate my clit. Although it was going to be unnecessary, at this point, her expertise, immediately made me feel like I was falling backwards down a rabbit hole. As the pounding continued, my body exploded into one orgasm after another. I was screaming and moaning and thrashing about, as I was fucked relentlessly in both of my holes. The last thing I remember was the German filling my bowels with his cum and Adam's face as he danced in ecstasy in my body. Then I lost consciousness. When I awoke, my confusion mounted. I couldn't figure out where I was. Then I realized my state. I was hung by my wrists and arms and by some kind of a harness that fit around my upper body. My cum and the cum of the others was being drained from my body into another vessel. As I watched the juices drop from my swollen and aching cunt, each of the men paraded before me and as they approached the vessel. They bowed, gave praise to me, and then took out a dagger and slit their arm, draining a small amount of their blood into the mixture. It was horrifying, but somehow powerful that they were giving their blood in sacrifice to me. Finally, I was alone in the room. The vessel beneath me was removed and I was left for a moment to hang. Then Adam came into the room. He unbound me and handed me a robe of the finest silk. "It is yours Goddess for your pleasure. As we are all at your command." He then kissed me and told me that he loved me forever. I was brought into the next room where what seemed like a normal party (in the Roman orgy days) was going on. A huge feast was being served on a long table. Wine, strong spirits and food covered the table. People sat as couples and there were dancing girls. As I came into the room, all stood and clapped, bowing before me, the Goddess. During the feast, my every command was met. I didn't dare feed myself, someone was there to cut, to serve and to feed me, whatever I desired. When I saw two of the most beautiful people, I commanded that they make love for my pleasure. Without a word, the others cleared the table and they began right next to me to passionately make love. At my word any man would pleasure me, or any woman, because now the room seemed filled with couples. The power over people was intoxicating and I had to have some of the women pleasure the other women, and then me. I watched as the men would suck each other off on my command. I was truly in control and it felt marvelous. Finally the night seemed to be over. As the dishes were cleared, a final dish of some kind of cake was brought to the table. Just one piece for everyone. The crowd grew silent and suddenly Adam spoke. "This is the fruit of our labor may it nourish and protect us for all eternity." With that the cake was devoured by everyone. My piece was lifted to my lips and as I tasted, I knew it had been made from the blood, cum and sweat of all the men in that room and me. The cake made me swoon and I fell into a deep, deep sleep. When I awoke, I was sleeping next to Adam. He woke suddenly after I stirred, "Good morning wifey." I was startled and only then did I notice the ring on my finger and on his. "I hope you are ready for the honeymoon," he laughed. I smiled knowing that everything my heart desired would be given to me. Filling the Void Who would have thought that after a year of sitting at home alone, I would be on a date? Not only a date, but a date with a great guy. I'd been standing in the grocery store, minding my business, when the gentleman in front of me turned around and said, "Can you watch my daughter for two seconds, I just need to run and get some Pampers, right there." He pointed to the aisle directly behind us and then his toddler. She was wearing the cutest little t-shirt with Kente embroidery on it and the brightest smile you'd ever want to see. "Sure, go ahead." No sooner than her father walked away, the little girl stood up in the cart and made a lunge for the candy, trying to leap like she was the star acrobat in the UniverSoul Circus. I grabbed her just in time before she took a big spill on the floor. "Slow down there little lady." Rather than her being scared by a stranger, she fit in my arms perfectly and started playing with my earrings and talking to me quite fluently in little girl baby talk. By the time her father came back, he was apologizing. "I'm so sorry. Let me guess, she made a dive for the candy. I don't let her have sugar and her mother does so we go through a period of withdrawal every time it's my time for custody." She was smiling at me with this little innocent, angelic, brown face and all I could do was come to her defense. "Nooooo, she . . . it wasn't like that. She was just , , , " I wasn't very good at lying and I just stopped in mid sentence. "What's your name, Princess?" She told me her name quite promptly. I didn't understand what the heck she said but at that point, she was focused on my necklace and jabbering away about something I'm sure only another two year old or a parent could understand. "Her name is Shakhari, and she is indeed my little princess. I'll take her back now, thanks." Shakhari was having none of that and she grabbed my neck and laid her sweet little head on my shoulder. "I share joint custody with her mother and when she lives with me, my brother, and his two sons; she's the only woman in the house. She has a need for female bonding that defies logical thinking. That estrogen is some powerful stuff, right?" "It's okay, I'll hold her, go ahead, it looks like you could use an extra hand." While Daddy was unpacking the cart, getting his super savings card swiped, and paying, I was checking him out; he was actually very cute. He had a full beard and a delicious looking chocolate complexion and a shopping cart full of health food. I whispered in Shakhari's ear, "You know, your Daddy is pretty handsome." That must have been the magic phrase because almost immediately Shakhari wanted to go back to Daddy and she reached out to him. He scooped her up and kept loading his cart with the bags like he was the featured juggler with UniverSoul. Right before they were ready to leave, he said, "Say goodbye to the pretty lady, Shakhari." She blew me a big kiss and I could hear her saying bye-bye over and over until they were well beyond the automatic doors. I paid for my groceries and made my way to the parking lot. I was putting my groceries in the back seat and still thinking about Dad and that sexy smile when I heard someone say, "Excuse me." I looked up and it was Dad. "I didn't get your name. I'm Vernon; I wanted to thank you for taking care of my little lady. I was wondering if . . . Do you think it would be okay if I gave you my number and you could give me a call . . . that is if you aren't married or seeing someone or anything. Sorry, I'm not very good at this. I haven't dated in a long while so I'm a little out of practice. I'm sorry." I extended my hand, "I'm Deborah, nice to meet you. There's no need to apologize." He handed me his business card with his home and cell phone numbers written on the back. A week later I was on a date with him, sitting at a table staring into the dreamiest eyes possible and pinching myself that he was so amazing. The chemistry was just there, it wasn't forced or anything, we just seemed to connect. He told me that he'd moved to the area two years ago, a little before Shakhari was born, and his pregnant girlfriend at the time had no intention of moving away from her family, and they had no plans to get married. "I got a chance to really make a difference," he explained, "so when my brother told me they were opening an Office of Minority Affairs in the county, and were looking for someone to head it up, and he could get me an interview, I jumped at the chance. Janet is a massage therapist on a cruise ship for 3 or 4 months at a time so it works our perfectly that I can take Shakhari, my brother and his two teenage sons are the perfect babysitters whenever I need them. When she is with her Mom, I feel like my entire life is on hold." He explained to me that he'd largely gotten caught up in his ex's looks and while he could have made better choices in a partner, and used a lot more precaution, i.e. protection, he was making the best of the situation and being the best father he knew how to be. The more we talked, the more attracted I was. Sure, we'd talked on the phone, gotten to know each other a little bit before the date, but there was something about being in his presence, smelling his cologne, seeing those shoulders, just being in the company of a man that was intoxicating. I told him my sad story, of how I'd let myself love a man who didn't love me and how it had fucked with my self esteem so I'd been alone for a while, just trying to work on myself. Isolated was a better term for it. I'd sort of shut myself off from the rest of the world to figure things out and make sense of it all. Usually, when you admit flaws to a man, they run 100 yards in the opposite direction but Vernon was hanging right in there with me, it didn't seem to disturb him in the least. I could tell from his actions and his words that he was really interested in finding a woman of substance, which is rare. Most men are looking for a woman of beauty, who won't question them or demand anything of them. He explained that after Shakhari was born, he was intent on finding a great role model for his daughter and a great partner with whom he could build a life together. Boy was I glad the recipe I was using called for shallots that night and I had to run to the store. After dinner, we walked hand in hand by the bay, looking out over the water and up at the stars. We sat on a bench for a while and watched the other couples walk by, kissing and hugging, feeling each other up as if no one could see what they were doing. I got a little chilly and he gave me his jacket and put his arms around my shoulders. It was getting late but I was in no rush to end the date so I asked him if he wanted to come back to my place for a drink. I had no plans on having sex with him; I just wanted to appreciate his company a little more. Vernon was picking out music in the living room while I was in the kitchen getting out the glasses and opening the wine. All of a sudden it hit me that I had made a huge mistake. Wine, music, alone in my apartment. Duh, that meant SEX! Hot, buck naked, sweaty sex. My hands started shaking and I couldn't even hold the bottle opener steady. I was trying to figure out a way to put a stop to the whole thing, call it off, ask him to leave, when Vernon came in the kitchen and said, "Deborah, is everything alright? Here, let me help you with that." He intentionally stood behind me, pressing his body against mine, and wrapped his arms around me, placing his hands on top of mine, and opened the bottle. My heart was racing out of my chest. I could feel the fullness of my ass against him, his chest against my back, his arms were strong but his hands were gentle. I closed my eyes and laid my head back against his chest for a moment and just stood there. He started massaging my shoulders, and he said, "This is nice, thank you for inviting me over." I could feel the warmth of his breath on my ear and in that moment, I felt like a woman. I am a woman of course, but when you spend so much time alone you don't get a chance to FEEL like a woman. I leaned back into him fully, subconsciously rubbing my ass on him, and I could detect the slightest movement in his pants. That's when panic hit me. What the hell was I doing? I wiggled out from between the counter and his body and decided that I was going to gain full control of the situation. I was going to fake a headache and call it a night but Vernon beat me to it. "Whoa, look at the time," he said! "My nephew has rugby playoffs tomorrow and I have to get home to uhmmm . . . take care of things, to get ready. I mean I need to get up early to get the kids ready and . . . well, I better get going." He was trying to discretely reposition himself and scramble for his jacket to put in front of him. I walked him to the door and we said our goodbyes. I guess neither one of us knew what was the appropriate thing to do. The date was awesome, there was chemistry out of this world, but we were both out of practice in the romance department. We stood at my doorway and saying what a great time we both had and how we should do it again soon. I knew good and damn well that I wanted a kiss. I could tell he wanted a kiss too. He stood there stalling for another minute until finally I just put my arms around his neck, leaned in close and closed my eyes. The next thing I felt were his lips pressed softly against mine, his tongue softly exploring my mouth. He pulled my body tightly to his and I cupped his face in my hands. His hands explored my back and the further down they went, the more I moaned into his mouth. We went from 0 to 60 in five seconds flat. One kiss turned into deep soul kissing and there was no turning back. He sucked my tongue gently in his mouth and I got dizzy. His mouth tasted slightly sweet, like he'd eaten a mint in anticipation of kissing me while I wasn't looking. Our lips parted and he started kissing my neck. His technique was out of this world, gently sucking my hot spot and nibbling on my flesh while his hands were pulling me closer, rubbing me all over. There was no way I was going to let him leave so I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the living room. We both fell on the sofa and started making out like two teenagers in high school. There is something transcendent about being in the arms of a Black man. Anyone who has every had the pleasure can testify to that. Being in the arms of a beautiful Black man, after months of being alone, is like finding an oasis in the desert after crawling on the hot sands. When I'm in that moment, feeling his muscles, the power of his grasp, if feels like it's the reason I was created, it's like climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro and reaching the Apex. Pressing his full body weight into mine, he took my breath away. I tried to pull him closer, to become one with him, to somehow feel his breath inside of me. He put his leg between mine and I started humping on him. My skirt was sliding up and I kept trying to subconsciously pull it back down. My mind was so used to putting me off when they made advances; it was hard to turn off that record that allowed me to be fully sensual and expressive with a man. Truth is, I was scared. I was scared of letting down my guard. I was unsure of how to be sexual with a man anymore. I wasn't sure what healthy boundaries were. I was playing all sorts of old tapes in my head about being a slut for sleeping with a man on the first date. I'm 30 years old and I was feeling like a teenager on the couch with my mom upstairs, ready to scold me for being fast. Vernon must have been having the same apprehensions, well, at least comparable ones. He sat up and moved to the far end of the sofa. I was still lying there, with my legs spread, breathing heavy, and a look of tortured lust on my face. I could clearly see the outline of his dick tenting his pants and he made no efforts to hide it. "Is everything okay," I asked, sitting up and trying to gain some composure. "Sure, I'm cool. It's just that I'm not really sure that we should be doing this. I can't lie; I want to be with you. You CAN'T imagine how much I want to be with you right now. It's just that I don't want my judgment clouded because it's been so long since I . . . you know. I'm into you for a lot of reasons but I don't want to just get caught up in the moment because I'm trying to fill the void, feel me? I'm not sure if I'm thinking with the right head." I think we both needed that minute to catch our breath and regroup. To be honest, the fact that he wanted to slow things down made me want him that much more. Not completely because you always want what you think you can't have, but I'm sure that had a little to do with it, but mostly because he was actually thinking about the consequences of us getting too carried away. That was a first. Every other man I'd been with, once we'd gotten to the dry humping, spit swapping, simulating sex stage, there was nothing short of a natural disaster that could get them to think about anything other than fucking. He pulled my skirt hem down to my knees, rather reluctantly I could tell, and then he pulled me onto his lap. We talked for a few minutes but neither of us made a move to end the evening. I tried to move to sit next to him, expressing that I was fearful that I was hurting him, and he sucked his teeth and gave me a look like, "Gurl, pleeease, don't even think that you could hurt me." I TOTALLY felt like a woman in the moment. It was only then that all the work I'd done on myself, redefining and healing, kicked in. I was a vibrant, vital, woman with a lot to offer and sexual needs, the need for human contact. I was deserving of pleasure and sensual release. Yes, I wanted a relationship but more than that I wanted a man to appreciate me for more than being just a piece of ass. I was reasonably confident that Vernon didn't just want a one night stand. But the real kicker was in coming to terms with the fact that, even if he did, even if having a sex on the first date wasn't what I'd been conditioned to think a virtuous woman did, I was empowered and responsible for my happiness. I could choose to see the situation as one of opportunity and take ownership of my emotions afterwards, whatever the outcome. I straddled Vernon's lap and faced him. I slowly undid the buttons on my blouse, verrrry slowly. He didn't say a word; he just sat there and watched me. I pulled my blouse off and dropped it to the floor. I took his hands and placed them on my breasts and he started massaging them. I undid the snaps of my bra and let if find a home on the floor on top of my shirt. Instinctively, his mouth found my nipples and started sucking them. I held them up for him, feeding him, throwing my head back and enjoying the sensation of his tongue, moving from one titty to the other, licking my hardened nipples, sucking them, biting them gently, driving me absolutely fucking crazy. I started grinding on him, undoing the buttons on his shirt. He said, "Wait, shouldn't we . . ." I didn't let him finish his sentence. I kissed him again, this time even more passionately than before, if that was at all possible, and silenced him. "Vernon, do you want to . . ." I didn't know what words to use, so I just said what I was really feeling in that moment. "Vernon, do you want to fuck me?" Without missing a beat, he said, "Deborah, I want to fuck you so bad I can't see straight." He buried his face between the soft flesh of my breasts and pushed both nipples together and sucked them at the same time. I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him toward my bedroom so we could stretch out and be more comfortable. He kept asking me if I was sure about this. I turned on my mackadocious music, the music I played when I wanted to get in the mood to fuck myself, and I started dancing for him, taking off the rest of my clothes. I slid out of my skirt and he just sat on the edge of the bed, looking uncomfortable. Leaving my red lace panties on, I knelt between his legs and undid his belt buckle. He was looking down at me like he was having an out of body experience. I undid the button and lowered the zipper on his pants. I reached in his boxers and felt the heat of his dick. I pulled it from the opening and looked up at him, licked my lips, and licked the head. I saw his eyes roll back in his head and I knew that was my go ahead. I swirled my tongue around the head and started licking his shaft. I slip my lips sensually up and down the length and took his entire dick in my mouth deeply. He was bucking his hips and I was matching his thrusts. He grabbed my by my shoulders and pushed me away. "Stop," he said breathing heavily, "I need you to slow down." I stood up and turned around. I slid my panties down over my full hips and stepped out of them. By the time I had turned back around, Vernon was naked and laying on the bed looking like a chocolate vision of beauty. "My turn," he said, "and he stuck out his tongue. "I want to taste you." I climbed on the bed and tried to lie next to him. He wasn't having that and he told me that he wanted me to ride his face. For a woman who was out of practice at having sex, I wasn't sure I was comfortable being that assertive. I stopped myself before I got too caught up in old tapes in my head and accepted his invitation. I grabbed the headboard and threw my leg across his shoulder. He stuck his tongue out and said, "Come on, baby, let me lick that sweet pussy." I lowered myself slowly, letting the lips of my pussy gently caress his lips. He started kissing my pussy, frenching them like he'd done to me earlier. I was biting my lip, trying to stifle my moans of appreciation but there was no use. I felt fucking fantastic. I started rubbing my pussy on his soft lips, sliding back and forth, feeling his tongue in my hole and his lips sucking at my clit. The sensations were out of the world. Before long, I was bouncing a little harder on his mouth, riding his tongue. Grabbing my ass, he pulled me forward and started licking me from my clit to my asshole. I'll be a black son of a bitch if I could hold back my sounds of appreciation at that point. I was moaning and talking dirty, telling him how much I loved it. "Ohhhh, yessss, sexy mother fucker. Let me ride that tongue, shove it in me. Oh shit, that feels so good." He grabbed thighs and pulled me tighter. Poor little thing, I could have suffocated him I was bouncing up and down on his face so hard. I could feel the tremors, they were building and there was no turning back. I rolled over on the bed, exhausted, but energized at the same time. Vernon rolled over on me and kissed me and I could taste my juices on his tongue. "Do you need some time to recuperate," he whispered? I reached between his legs and felt for his dick and rubbed it on the slit of my pussy. "Fuck me, NOW," was all I needed to say. "Oh shit," he said, "Hold on there sweetness." He reached for his pants on the side of the bed and pulled out some condoms, opened the package with his teeth, and slid it on his dick. I was so happy he'd taken the initiative to be responsible because I would have kicked myself a thousand times in the morning for not insisting that we use protection. Locked and fully loaded, he placed my legs on his shoulders. He looked down at me and rubbed the head of his dick on my slit. I was sweating, trying to get him to penetrate me. I was still soaking wet from cumming before but I hadn't felt a real dick in my in so long, I couldn't wait any longer. Vernon made me wait. He teased me, excruciatingly painful teasing. He pushed the head in and I gripped the sheets. I was tighter than usual I guess, from not having sex in so long, so he had to work hard to get it all in. We were both sweating and grunting and he was going deeper and deeper. Finally, I could feel his balls on my ass and the head of his dick was deep inside me. Filling the Void Gripping my thighs, he started fucking me. When I say he was fucking me, he would withdraw all the way to the head and then push every millimeter inside me, rhythmically, methodically, sensually. I was twisting and turning, playing with his nipples, playing with my own, rubbing my clit, just adding to the sensations. I grabbed his ass and started trying to get him to fuck me harder. We were grunting and groaning, he was fucking me senseless. He let my legs go and I wrapped them around his back. He fell on top of me and we began kissing passionately. Our sweaty bodies were slipping and sliding together. "Oh shit, I'm going to cum." He fell on the bed, staring at the ceiling, not saying a word. I pulled the covers over us and drifted off to sleep snuggled up next to him. I awoke to the sounds of him getting dressed, glanced at the clock, and it said 5:30. "Listen, Shakhari has never woken up with me not there so I need to run," he whispered. "I left the address of where my nephew is going to be playing. Meet us there when you get a chance. I can't wait to see you later." He kissed my forehead. Go back to sleep and get some rest and we can pick up where we left off tonight." I was relieved. While I was prepared for the big blow off, I was pleased that it looked like things were going to move ahead. Where things were going to go was entirely up to us but I was pretty assured that he hadn't just taken advantage of me and I was confident that I had truly made the empowered choice that signaled a sensual rite of passage for me as a woman. (And just so you know, he nephew's team won the regional title.)