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A Dame

By: 2Xwidderwoman



There wasn't anything special about her. Yet, there was something about the way she moved. Her hair wasn't long and flowing, the kind she could flip over her shoulder and call attention to herself. Yet, her hair was pretty - dark brown, glossy, thick, heavy, and almost straight. The texture was such that it made a man's fingers itch when he thought about running his fingers through those locks and watching them fall against her cheek or her bare shoulder.

She walked around the small store as if she owned the place. She may not have owned it, but one of her kind probably owned the building and several more just like it. She wasn't a skinny rich bitch, though she did have a nice figure. Maybe she had a few pounds extra, and yet those pounds were exactly where they should be, making her breasts full and her hips sway when she walked. It wasn't an intentional look at my body kind of walk. It was just her natural saunter as she looked at the merchandise, an elegant way of moving, something that was natural or so well practiced that it appeared natural. The steps were measured, feet pointed straight ahead and easily placed with little movement of her shoulders or head.

She was dressed, as befitted her social status, in a softly flowing, expensive dress, just barely covering her knees. The well-defined muscles of her lower legs showed the heels she wore, not stilts, were high enough to make a man's mouth water. Her makeup was perfect - a small amount of blush on her upper cheeks, subtle eye shadow, and matte, not quite red, lipstick. If she had walked into the local country club, she would have looked just like twenty other women, most of whom were a little, or a lot older than she was. They would all be interested in doing nothing more than having a leisurely lunch.

The clerk approached her politely, also keeping his eyes on a couple of other shoppers who were just as lazily browsing. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Prescott, have you found anything that strikes your fancy?"

"Hello, Timothy," she responded looking also at the couple across the small store, wishing they would make up their minds or move on. "I need a couple of wedding gifts for Parker and Adams and that Bristol girl, I can't recall her fiancé's name." 

"That would be Jamison. Did you have a price range?"

"Yes, somewhere around three hundred for both, but I wanted to give them something small, too. You know, something not on their lists." She looked up at Timothy and smiled, a much friendlier smile than a wealthy woman was accustomed to granting to a lowly clerk, despite the price and quality of the merchandise.

Timothy stood the proper distance from the woman, not necessarily because he was taller than she was, merely to avoid invading her personal space. He pointed to the top shelf in the next aisle, showing her a line of smoky charcoal glasses in graduated sizes, "Look at those glasses up there. I could package four or eight of whichever size you like."



The woman moved a little nearer to the man, as if she needed to look around an obstruction to see the glasses he indicated. "Oh yes," she agreed as her hand moved up his thigh and across the front of his slacks, slowly closing around his stiffening cock. "I see them. Yes, that is just right."

"Claire," Timothy whispered. His voice was not distressed, but he did take a very deep breath. 

She squeezed him gently, several times, and then she stepped away from him. "Add them to my order, Timothy. Eight of whichever size you think is right for each couple."

Seeing the other shoppers walking toward the front counter, Timothy explained, "Let me know if you find something else. I'll be right back."

"Yes, I'll do that. I want to look for a birthday present for my husband's great-granddaughter."

While Timothy took care of the couple at the front counter, he occasionally looked at Claire as she made her way around the small store. 

***

How Timothy found himself waiting on customers in The Gift Shoppe was a combination of too many unforeseen occurrences. It was a mistake, a huge startling mistake, and an accident. It really was one of those things that you don't expect. His brother took one of those cruises advertised for singles, not fully aware it was a euphemistically designated gathering, primarily designed for people practicing an alternative lifestyle. There were other passengers, most of whom were senior citizens. Mark, seeking fellow passengers his own age, met someone. Before the end of the cruise, Mark and Aaron were in love with each other and determined to change their lives however necessary so they could live together. Mark went home, quit his job, and moved to the small town where Aaron lived. For two years, Mark and Aaron had operated the small gift shop they had purchased with their combined savings. 

Late one Thursday night, while arranging stock for a big weekend sale, Aaron slipped off a ladder and landed on his back in the middle of the aisle. Surgery repaired Aaron's broken back but Mark, never an emotionally strong person, was a basket case. He called his big brother Timothy.

Timothy left his foreman in charge of the ranch. Luckily, it was the slow time of the year, but he would have done it during calving season, too. While Mark cared for Aaron, Timothy packed away his jeans and boots, bought appropriate clothing, and operated the small shop, thanking his lucky stars he wasn't completely inept in a retail setting.

Not exactly a bull in a china shop, Timothy was not what you would expect to find in a small storefront full of that china, plus crystal glasses, silverware, and the finest linens, all of which appealed to an elegant lifestyle. In his own sphere, somewhat of a loner, he was a respected man. Not known to spend an evening in town despite the offers he received, if he had a comfort woman, no one knew who she was. Nearing his fortieth year, he had resigned himself to the life of a bachelor, not by choice, but because of the lack of opportunity.

Although he was only expecting to help Mark and Aaron for a month or two, a second surgery meant Timothy was now keeping the shop open halfway through the fourth month. He was growing desperate to end the temporary arrangement, go home to his ranch, and scrub off the dirt and smell of a small town's prejudices. 

Less than a month from now, someone would need to attend the major annual market convention. Aaron did not appear to be strong enough to go to market to purchase the next year's merchandise. Mark was useless at making such decisions. Timothy was getting desperate.

***

When Timothy returned to his remaining customer, she was looking at some tiny stuffed animals, sold as a group, and each was less than four inches tall. They represented either a children's fairy tale or a Mother Goose rhyme. 

"They're cute aren't they?"

"They're darling," Claire agreed. "Who comes up with this level of imagination?"

"I think those are from a young girl in Arizona. The older children in a small home for orphaned children make most of them. Things like that used to be made from china and didn't last long if they were treated as toys." 

Claire looked at Timothy in surprise, "You know a lot about things like this, don't you?"

Timothy nodded, "My mother had a store similar to this. Mark and I helped after school and during the summer."

"How is Aaron?" Claire knew about the accident and it was no secret that Aaron's recovery was not progressing as he, or the doctors, expected.

"It's slow, but at least he is getting stronger."

Instead of responding to his answer, Claire turned to him with pleading eyes and said, "I need to see you, Timothy." 

Timothy took a step back. "Claire, please. It was a mistake." He looked down at the floor, avoiding the look on her face. "Let's not repeat it."

Claire moved closer to Timothy to put her hands on his broad shoulders. She rested her cheek against Timothy's chest as she stated softly, "I need a man to make love to me, Tim."

"I'm tying to leave this town, not find a reason to stay." He did not raise his arms to put them around her and it wasn't because anyone walking past the front display window might observe him doing so.

Claire raised her head and looked at him, as her eyes turned hard and she lost her soft smile. She stated emphatically, her rough voice making it obvious she did not like the words she used, "Alright then, I need a good hard fuck."

Timothy clenched his jaw and turned his head. "We both know that's not what you're asking for."

"Damn you! Forget for a minute that you are a gentleman, and come by the house after you close the shop."

"No, Claire. I'm not going to do that again. It was a mistake and I'm not going to repeat it." Instead of continuing the conversation, Timothy walked back to the counter and stood, waiting while Mrs. Barton Prescott finished her shopping.

When Claire reached the counter, she slapped her credit card down along with a handful of the small stuffed animals, representing Goldilocks and The Three Bears. She waited, responding to his questions and making decisions, as Timothy checked her selections against the list of the bride's preferences, marking off the things she wanted to send as wedding gifts. Nonchalantly, the woman signed a ticket for almost a thousand dollars. Like most customers, she expected The Gift Shoppe to wrap and deliver the wedding gifts to the bride's home, something Timothy usually did after he closed the store. 

At the last moment, Claire flipped the back of her perfectly manicured fingers against the top of the bag, containing the toys.

"Deliver those," she demanded. Without another word, she turned and left the small store not bothering to close the door in her wake.

Timothy groaned. The woman was making it sound like an or else kind of order. The Gift Shoppe could not afford to lose a one thousand dollar sale and stay financially stable. Receipts were keeping the bills paid, particularly the merchandise loan at the bank, but allowing one of the richest women in town to begin making disparaging remarks about The Gift Shoppe would start the death knell. 

Up until late afternoon, Timothy had a slow but steady stream of customers, many selecting gifts for the same two weddings for which Claire had shopped. After closing the cash register, and completing the bank deposit slip, he was in the back room, wrapping gifts. Although he wasn't creative with bows and decorations, the gifts looked neat, particularly with the gold seal he added to an upper corner indicating the gift was from The Gift Shoppe. 

Through the process of closing the store and wrapping the gifts, the bag of small stuffed animals sat on the table by the back door, just out of sight, but never out of mind. It had taken Timothy a few minutes of searching through the storage room to find the special box for the stuffed toys, not something the store usually gave to a purchaser. The boxes had the short story of the children's home along with information on how to order additional toys directly from the source, rather than visiting a favorite gift store.

Perhaps because he delivered the wedding gifts to the Adams and Bristol homes before he drove to the   

Prescott home indicated he was a weak man. The Prescott house was the closest one to the store, but Timothy left Claire's delivery until the last one of the day, hoping he could get away from her house before she could break his resistance.

As it happened, Claire wasn't home when he delivered the package he had spent some time wrapping, trying to make it something that would appeal to a young child. He managed to leave the gift with the maid who answered the door. Breathing deeply, relieved at his narrow escape, Timothy drove back to the shop to leave the panel van in the rear. 

When he saw her expensive little sports car parked at the rear of the store, he knew he would have to tell her the same thing he'd already said twice before. Her vanity license plate was unmistakable, ADAME. Many locals might think the license plate was her maiden name. In fact, it was, yet she had told Timothy it meant she considered herself a dame, and not the female equivalent of an English Knight, or a title of respect. Instead, she thought of herself as a dame in the old fashioned sense, a woman of the world, high class, hot stuff, a woman many steps above a two-bit broad. She had the elegance to make it tactfully through any social situation, the moxie to command the attention and service of any gentlemen, the spunk to obliterate all obstacles in her path and the wits never to falter along the way.

And, she had proven it. As a very young woman, Claire married a man many years her senior, gave him five of the most fabulous years of his life, for which he rewarded her handsomely, without depriving his own children of their inheritance. With little more than a few well-placed compliments, coupled with a few smiles, she encouraged her investment counselor to double her wealth in a few short years. Much to his own surprise, he succeeded. In fact, he was so surprised he neglected to take his own advice and nearly forgot to take advantage of his research to feather his own nest. Her reputation with other women in the community was above reproach, she did not flirt with their husbands, she was helpful to those in need, listened when people spoke to her, and volunteered when others showed reluctance.

If Claire had gentlemen callers, no one knew of them, unless he was a pillar of the community and single or a widower. Her housekeeper spoke of her as a generous person, certain of what she wanted, yet she was not demanding. Shopkeepers understood she was particular, without being difficult. At the age of thirty-two, she was beautiful, sexy, desired by any man who knew her, loved by the women of the community, and there were no more mountains for her to climb. 

Claire was ready to take a risk, a huge risk, and had decided Timothy Burleson was going to be her premiere, her entré into the life that Claire Prescott, dame extraordinaire, wanted, not the life that was expected of Mrs. Barton Prescott.

***

Despite the burgeoning erection beginning to push against the front of his dress slacks, Timothy opened the door of his vehicle, stood on the ground for a few moments, taking a deep breath and letting it out before he closed the door, careful to press the lock on the key fob, setting the alarm. He walked to driver's door of Claire's car and stood back, waiting for her. She got out of her car, flipped a cigarette away, both of them watching the arch of the glowing ember until it landed in the street.

Timothy didn't smirk, but rather spoke sternly, "You don't take no for an answer?"

"Not if it's something I want," Claire answered just as clearly.

Timothy turned to the back door of the store, telling Claire, "Dammit woman, go find one of your rich men to satisfy your lust."

"Just because they have money doesn't mean they're good in bed. I want a real man." Claire thought if he could be condescending, she could, too.

Timothy dismissed her, "You don't want a man, you want a slave. I'm not going to scratch your itch."

"Maybe it's more than an itch. Maybe I want a lot more."

"If you want me, it means you want to spend the rest of your life working with dirty men, doing a dirty job, around dumb animals, and no beauty shops. He paused and finished, jabbing his chest with his thumb, "Because that's me. That's my life."

She shook her head slowly. "Don't you want more than that?" Her question wasn't flippant, it was apparent she didn't understand determined men like Timothy Burleson.

After unlocking the door, placing the keys on the key holder by the back door, he stepped back outside, relocking the door. Timothy turned to Claire, "No, Claire. I don't want more than that. It is exactly what I want. No frills, nothing false, no pretense, just honest hard work, and satisfaction with myself and who I am. You should try it someday. Good night."

He did not wait for a response from her. He walked around her car and drove his own truck back to the house where his brother and his brother's partner lived. He'd had all he could take and he planned to tell both men it was time for them to take responsibility for their own business. Timothy Burleson was going back to his land, the loyal men who worked for him, and his cattle. 

* * *

When days are long, there is little time for introspection or for the opportunity to consider what if or what I should have done differently. However, during the long nights of a long harsh winter, an outdoor man finds himself alone, isolated, with little to do other than watch the snow falling and the wind blowing. On those days he thinks, dreams, and remembers. It is his memories that cause the man to wish he had made other choices. Yet when the sun shines and he can see that it will be a good day, he knows he made the right decisions.

***

...during those long winter nights, some memories are as clear as if they were happening now...

Walking down the stone steps of the local country club, he was loosening his necktie, happy to be away from the too-rich, too-polite crowd. He had just finished a long evening with a grateful couple who were pleased that The Gift Shoppe, a small retail store, had handled their daughter's wedding gift selections so professionally. He accepted the invitation when his brother and the other co-owner could not. 

As he reached the bottom step, he heard a short scream of distress and turned around as a beautiful woman stumbled and fell into his arms.

"Oomph" was the only sound he made as he stood holding the woman.

"Oh, oh, thank you," she was panting and shaking from her fright.

Rather than let go of the woman, he did what, to him, seemed the natural thing to do. He bent down, slipped his arm under her knees, lifted her, and turned to find a place to sit down.

"Oh my," she exclaimed as her arms naturally went around his neck.

A convenient bench, beside the brick walkway, gave him a place to sit as people gathered, while he watched the woman he held settle onto his lap.

Amid the voiced expressions of concern from the people around them, he chuckled, brushed a few stray strands of hair from her cheek and asked, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, thank you," she answered, her breathing beginning to return to normal as she assured those around them that she was just fine. She turned to Timothy and smiled, "It's an unusual way to meet a handsome man, but I appreciate you saving me from a nasty fall." 

"I'm Timothy Burleson. And you are?"

"Claire Prescott," she answered and held up one slender leg looking at her foot, where one shoe showed the thin straps across her toes had broken loose on one side.

Timothy slid his hand down the calf of her leg and removed the shoe, placing it in her lap. "I'm not sure, but I don't think you should try to repair that shoe."

Claire was nodding as a woman, standing with two men, and another woman, who did not walk away with the others, came over to ask, "Claire, are you alright? Are you coming?"

Claire looked up, speaking to those waiting for her, "You go on to the party, Marie. I'll find someone to take me home."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, yes, go ahead. I'm still a little shaky." After dismissing the two couples, Claire turned to the man. "You said you're Timothy Burleson. Would you happen to be Mark's brother?"

"Yes, do you know Mark and Aaron Bates?"

"Very well, or I guess, well enough." Claire laughed lightly. "I'm probably one of their most frequent customers."

"I don't recall seeing you in The Gift Shoppe in the last couple of months."

"Oh that's right. You're helping them while Aaron recovers from his back surgery. Is he doing well?"

"Yes, or as well as can be expected." Timothy held Claire a little tighter when she started to stand. "You'll ruin your stockings if you walk without that shoe, besides, I sort of like you sitting there."


A Dame



"You're a gentleman, aren't you?" She paused for a moment, "I don't think I can avoid the ruined stocking. I need to find someone to take me home."

"May I?"

"May you what?"

"May I take you home?"

"Oh, well, I suppose so, if you're sure." She looked around for a moment, and then back at Timothy. "What about your date?"

He shook his head, "I have none. What about your own?"

"Oh, I...I didn't have a date. I was just having dinner with some friends, before going on to...well, it doesn't matter, now."

"Then, if you'll put your arms around my neck, I'll take you to my truck."

* * *

...there are some memories a lonely man enjoys more than others...

The ride to Claire's house did not seem long enough for them to say everything they wanted. Even sitting in her driveway for a while didn't give them enough time. When Timothy placed her on her feet inside her front door, she begged him to come inside for a cup of coffee so she could hear more about the ranch and the independent minded men who worked for him.

He wasn't sure how Claire did it, but she turned her back for only a moment and stripped the individual stockings off each leg before he realized what she was doing. Timothy laughed and said he didn't realize women still wore real stockings, rather than pantyhose. Claire teased that she could have taken them off at the country club, but wouldn't have had the excuse of allowing him to drive her home. 

Before he knew what she intended, she had walked up to him, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him. Unable to resist her, his arms were around her, deepening the kiss to something that felt so good he did not want it to end, nor did she.

Without an invitation from her, or a suggestion from him, she took his hand and led him away from the living room. Timothy put his arm around her waist as they walked down the dark hall. He stopped her for a moment and slid his hands down her back to cup her bottom, pressing her against his hardness, while his mouth descended to taste her again. She brushed her hands down the front of his suit coat, reaching for his belt buckle. He captured her hands and pulled them up to rest on his chest. With his arms around her, he backed her against the wall, pressing his body against her to hold her still. 

He buried his face in her neck as his hands rose up to cup her breasts. "Oh my God," he exclaimed, a catch in his voice as her nipples hardened beneath his palms. What he had thought was just the softness of her breast against him when he picked her up was more than that. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her silk dress moved across her breasts sending delicious anticipation straight to his groin. 

Timothy stepped back, brushed Claire's hair behind her ears, kissed her gently, and asked her, "Have I told you how beautiful you are?" He watched her face as he brushed the backs of his fingers down the front of her dress, across the slopes of her breasts, and finally rested his hands at her waist.

Timothy smiled and bent to kiss her, his lips barely touching hers. Claire felt herself tingling a little, the sensation so fleeting it was barely there. It wasn't enough and she wanted more, so much more. She could feel the heat of his hard body pressed lightly against her. She wanted him more than she had thought as he reached up and opened the top button on the silk dress.

Her hands moved inside his jacket brushing across Timothy's chest and up to his shoulders as he opened several more buttons down the front of her dress. She slid his jacket off his shoulders, neither of them giving attention as it fell to the floor behind him. He was just as aroused as she was when she moved her hands back down his chest to feel his nipples. They were hard as pebbles as she brushed her fingers across the fabric of his shirt. He shivered in response and pulled her closer, capturing her hands between their bodies. 

Suddenly he was in a hurry. Timothy took her hand and led Claire into the bedroom. He sat on the side of the bed and pulled her between his thighs. Timothy took a deep breath, trying to slow down, as he looked up at her while he slowly ran his hands from her waist, up her body and brushed against the sides of her breasts, pressing the heels of his hands against the fullness.

It had been too long since a man had touched Claire so tenderly and she wanted more. Keeping his gaze fixed on her face, Timothy slowly unbuttoned more of her dress. Claire was almost afraid to breathe, thinking about what it would feel like when he was finally touching her skin. One by one, he undid buttons, enjoying himself, as if he was opening a gift, until he finally pulled the sides of her dress apart and slid his hands along her ribs before cupping each breast gently. 

"Merciful heaven," Timothy breathed, "You are beautiful."

He watched as he slowly rubbed his thumbs across her erect nipples. Claire flinched as a soft sound of pleasure escaped her mouth at the sensation. Timothy just smiled, pulled her close then captured a nipple in his lips and suckled gently.

"Oh Tim..." She breathed his name in a deep exhale of her breath, as he began to nibble on the captured bud. Her hands rested on his shoulders as her eyes closed, her head turned from side to side, and she lost herself in the feeling of his hot mouth on her nipple. Tiny shivers of desire shot down her nerve paths straight to her feminine core as she pushed her pelvis toward him, seeking relief from the delicious torment.

His mouth moved to the other breast as a hand moved around to her back, holding her still and helping her press herself to his mouth. Claire felt him opening the few remaining buttons and pulling the dress down her arms as it slid off her shoulders, pooling around her bare feet. 

"So soft, so wonderful, and soft," Timothy told Claire and felt her hands moving down his back, holding him against herself.

Timothy rested his cheek against her stomach, while his hands stroked from her calves up the back of her legs to hold her bottom, enjoying the feel of her softness, unwilling to rush something that was growing in its intensity for both of them. He could smell the musk of her arousal, the deep rich aroma of a mature woman.

He pushed her back a step and stood, helping her unbutton and remove his shirt. When she reached for his belt buckle, his hands went up to thread through her hair, watching the heavy thickness fall back to her shoulders, and then doing it again and again, as she lowered the zipper of his pants and pushed them and his boxers down his hips.

He turned her, backed her up, and laid her on the bed while he braced one hand on the bed and leaned over her as his fingers moved up and down the crotch of her panties. His touch was light as he teased her. 

"I need..." she paused. Her legs parted and her hips moved with a grace that fascinated him. 

"You need what, Claire?" He asked as her hands reached for him, and he avoided her touch.

"I...I want..." She gasped as his finger brushed over her cloth-covered, swollen clitoris and then moved farther down, teasing her, stroking her, listening to her moan of want.

"What do you want, Claire?" 

Instead of an answer, she lifted her hips and slid her panties down, rushing to get them down her legs and kicking them away, while his fingers lightly brushed through the soft curls of her sex. 

"Tim, please..."

"Please what, Claire? Please do...or please don't?"

With only her shoulders remaining on the bed, she lifted her hips as high as she could, a wordless plea to him as he pushed his finger between the lips, across her clitoris, and slid deep into her, withdrew, and slid back inside her. 

"Oh my God," she whispered, her body vibrating as she shuddered, and then cried out a wordless sound of pleasure as another finger entered her, sliding in and out.

He twisted his hand and used his thumb, gently rubbing her clit, while his fingers, wet with her juices, continued their exploration. Claire moved back and forth, her hips not yet touching the bed beneath her. Her breathing was fast, almost panting, and her hands were tight, the satin bedspread beneath her, bunched in her fists. 

She could feel her orgasm approaching. The muscles of her inner thighs were quivering as the pleasure pushed higher and stronger.

He twisted his fingers inside her, turned his palm upward again, and rubbed the tip of one finger across the rough sensitive spot at the top of her vagina. That's when it happened. She exploded, her body shook, a flood erupted filling his hand, running down his arm and splashing around them. Without stopping to let her relax, he did it again, pulling the rough tip of his finger across the spot inside her and an additional gush of her juice splashed on him, ran down her legs, and hit him as he leaned over her.

For a few moments, she was unaware of anything around her, and then she began to descend from the height of her climax. She realized what she had done. No man, not even her husband, had ever elicited such a strong climax from her. Despite the pleasant humming of her body, she wanted to move away from Timothy. She wanted to hide, escape, or ask his pardon. 

She started to turn away, unable to look at him, and she did not want him to look at her; and then she could not look away as he was pushing his hardness into her, groaning with the first feeling of her heat surrounding him. Claire closed her eyes, feeling every inch of him as he entered her. Then he was going deeper, pausing for her tightness to adjust and envelope him, letting her accept him. His balls rested against her, letting her know he was all the way inside her. 

Almost afraid to say anything, Claire whispered, "I've never done that before..."

Timothy interrupted her. "Nor have I, but I'd like to do it again." Although there was no need to do so, he whispered, "Next time, I'm going to taste you."

Timothy began to stroke in and out, going slowly, watching her face, as she understood what he had said. Claire lifted her hips to meet him, every movement he made caused another fresh flow of her moisture, as she squirmed and moved beneath him, the sensations were exquisite to him. The silken softness of her heat surrounded him. The allure of her movements enthralled him.

With his arms braced beside her, Timothy enjoyed this woman beneath him. He watched her, his cock felt like it was made for her. They were a perfect fit, his strength and her lithe grace. He stopped for a moment, hoping to make it last just a little longer, a little more intense, more of her rich velvet surrounding him, and more of her soft moan of pleasure. He slowly withdrew until just the head remained in her. She groaned her disappointment and lifted her hips as if she could pull him farther into her depths. Then he pushed back into her and stopped and she smiled her joy. 

He felt it building, the hunger, the passion, the animal urge, the need, the burning need to have mastery of this exquisite creature. His breathing was labored. His blood was hot. His balls were tight. His thighs burned and his arms strained as he plunged in and out of her. His cock seemed to grow as their bodies fused. A fine coat of sweat covered his back, and glistened on her breasts.

Claire closed her eyes, feeling her approaching climax, barely aware of Timothy watching her, feeling her clitoris rubbing against him with each thrust. Her head rolled from side to side. She pleaded with him, "Tim...oh God Tim...now...oh now..." and then she groaned, arched her back, and lifted her hips to meet the intensity of his movements.

He thrust harder and deeper, pounded into her, slammed his pelvis against hers, urged by a mindless lust, responding to the urgency of feeling her muscles contracting around him. Her juices splattered his belly, flowed across his cock, ran down his balls, and dripped down his thighs as he threw his head back and groaned loud and long, almost an animalistic growl. His movements no longer an even rhythm, his head jerked forward, back, and then forward again, as his own climax sent liquid heat deep inside her. 

And then she was quiet, but not still. She shuddered and trembled with the small after-shocks of her climax. Timothy rested some of his weight on her, panting hard as he tried to regain his breath, brushing her sweat-dampened hair away from her face. He kissed her gently, a soothing kiss for her and gratitude for what she shared with him. After a moment, he rolled to the side, taking her with him, unwilling to let go of her for even a moment, pulling her close to rest within the curl of his body.

However, he could not simply lie with her in his arms. His hands moved across her body, soothing her, calming her, holding her as tight as he dared, feeling the ripple across her ribs, and filling with the fullness of her breasts. His fingers traced the small bumps on her areola and swirled around her nipple, feeling her flesh pucker, her nipple pebble, and then grow harder from his tender touch. His mouth sought the tender skin beneath her ear and his tongue tried to memorize the curl of her ear while he buried his face in her hair and breathed in a fragrance that he could not ever recall experiencing before that moment. 

He felt her hand on his hip and sliding down his thigh as she brought his knee closer behind her own. Her fingers brushed across the back of his hand where it rested on her stomach and she separated each of Timothy's fingers with her own. Claire slid her hand between her body and his hand, slowly lifting each individual finger with hers in a ripple of movement that mesmerized him. Her fingernails moved up and down his forearm, sensitizing the skin until she was barely brushing her hand through the rough hair on his arm. He could feel each follicle as she teased him.

She turned inside the circle of his arms and pressed her breasts against him as she slid his thigh between her legs. He could feel her heat on his leg and the wetness of their combined juices as they seeped from her heat. She slid her hand between his body and his arm, wrapping her arm around him to trace up and down his backbone, going slowly as if she were memorizing each bone in his spine. She traced the edge of his shoulder blades, cupped her hand around his shoulder, and traced her finger across his collar bone. Her mouth moved to the hollow at his throat, her tongue licked his neck, and she moaned as if she was enjoying the taste of him, as he had enjoyed the taste of her.

Their other senses were so heightened in the darkness of her bedroom that he did not know if his eyes were open or closed; he was only feeling her hands on him, hearing her soft wordless sounds of pleasure, and sharing his own with her. She said his name with such feeling he knew he would hear her voice in his sleep. Her name became his mantra, a prayer of thanks for something he had never known before this night. 

Timothy did not know how Claire did it. He was leaning slightly toward her, reaching around her to hold her to himself. Almost without him realizing she had moved out from under his arm, he found himself on his stomach. A moment later she was sitting on his hips as her hands went up and down his back, pushing toward his neck and pressing down as she pulled the heels of her hands, down toward his waist. He groaned as he felt the pressure she applied to the muscles in his back. She pressed hard, her hands going around in circles, moving slowly as he relaxed.

Claire moved to his side and whispered, "Roll over, darling." 

In his relaxed state he did as she asked, while she moved down his body licking across his nipples and then brushing across them with the edge of her teeth until he was writhing from her ministrations. The change from relaxation to stimulation was so gradual he wasn't aware of how much he responded to her. Her mouth moved from side to side across his tender belly until he was trembling from the sensations. He was not aware of when she moved to rest between his knees. Her fingernails scraped through his pubic hair sensitizing the skin beneath and her hot breath blew through the hair until he was shaking. 

Without moving her hand to touch him, her tongue licked across his still tender and soft cockhead, she kissed him and ever so slowly sucked him into the soft wetness of her mouth, taking him deeper and deeper, until her chin rested on his scrotum. She did not move her mouth or her tongue. She merely allowed him to rest in the warmth and wetness of her mouth as her hot breath swirled around him. It was a calming, tranquil, glorious feeling. She was worshiping and caressing the object of her sexual gratification as saliva collected and began to run out the side of her mouth and drip down onto his balls, cooling in the night air, soothing him.

While one hand moved up and down his soft inner thigh, the other hand moved under her chin, slid under his tender balls and her fingers moved, slowly lifting and lowering his balls in the same rhythm as he breathed. A moment later, she was changing hands to stroke his other trembling thigh. 

With a skill that delighted him, she stimulated him to a surprising hardness that sent chills up his spine. With her swirling tongue and the suction of her cheeks he was lifting his hips. Suddenly she squeezed his balls and he exploded so hard he roared with the ecstasy of the moment as hot ropes of sperm laden cum burst into her mouth.

When he reached for her, to share something of how he felt, Claire put his hands back on his stomach and patted them, as if that was what she wanted. She drained him, and then soothed him, rested on his shoulder and told him to relax. As his relaxation deepened, Timothy was not aware that slowly Claire was inching away from him. Nor was he aware of when he went to sleep.

Moments, minutes, an hour later, Timothy was awake, alert and fearful he had slept too long. However, as the windows did not show light, he relaxed for a moment. Swirling through his mind were thoughts that never, in his whole life, if he combined every woman he had ever known into a one single night of pleasure, nothing would compare to the time he had spent with Claire Prescott. She was curled within reach of his hand, breathing deeply, asleep, still naked, and still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

When Claire next opened her eyes, Timothy was dressed, standing beside the bed, pulling the covers over her. Claire mumbled that he should stay, but he would not. In the morning, her neighbors should not see his truck parked in her driveway. Instead, he leaned over and kissed her, brushed her hair away from her cheek and whispered, "Good night, Claire."

* * *

Minutes later, Timothy parked his truck in the driveway where Mark and Mark's lover lived. He sat for a short while, thinking about the last few hours with a woman who he knew was dangerous to his sanity. Every inch of his skin remembered her touch. He still had the taste of her on his tongue. His clothes smelled of her perfume. His hands had a memory of the feel of her skin. It would be a long time, if ever, before he could push the memory of her to the back of his mind.

He unlocked the front door and walked straight to the guest room, undressed, and then to the bathroom where he stood under the shower with the hottest water he could stand. He added some cooler water as he washed himself, but could not rid his skin of the smell of Claire. He turned the shower to cold water for more minutes than he cared to count and her smell remained. He brushed his teeth and still he could taste her. 

His desire for her was not going to be an easy thing to forget. Claire was a woman of the city. She was accustomed to comfort, the society of her friends and she had wealth. She could never be content with the life Timothy needed to have to retain his sanity. He was not a man of the city; he was a man of the land, of cattle, and of other men like him who were independent, solitary, and worked hard to retain the way of life few could accept. 




A Dame



Sometime within the past four hours, Timothy Burleson had made the biggest mistake of his life.

After drying off, Timothy pulled on a clean pair of boxer shorts and walked into the kitchen where Mark and Aaron were enjoying a glass of wine. Despite the plastic body cast covering most of the upper half of Aaron's left leg and extending up to just below his nipples, Timothy was determined. He knew the men would not like what he had to say; however, Timothy had a ranch to run and cattle that needed his attention. 

"Tomorrow is Monday. I'll work through the end of the week, and you two need to manage after that."

Timothy did not wait for their reaction, nor did he return to the kitchen when they called. He closed the door to the guest room, pulled off his underwear and crawled into the unmade bed, pounded his pillow into a hard tight ball, and willed himself to go to sleep. He would wake in the middle of the night and feel like he should apologize for being so stern with Mark and Aaron, but he would not utter the words to take back his words of leaving them to manage on their own. 

* * *

Timothy was surprised to wake up, dress for work, and find his brother sitting at the kitchen table, staring into a cup of coffee.

Mark looked up quickly, and then returned his attention to the steaming cup in front of him. He didn't bother to look up when he spoke. "What was with you last night?" 

"Mark," Timothy tried to keep his voice in the brother to brother range, rather than the way he would rather have spoken to his severely insecure, almost childish, younger brother. "I have a ranch that demands my attention. You and Aaron will have to manage on your own."

Instead of responding to his brother's remark, Mark spoke in a near lifeless voice, "I have to take Aaron in for some tests today. The doctor is talking about a second surgery."

"Damn, why didn't you say something yesterday?"

"Aaron hadn't decided if he wanted to go through with the surgical risk or continue to tolerate the pain. He thinks the doctors aren't being truthful about the nerve damage he risks with the second surgery."

"Good God." Timothy backed up and leaned against the kitchen counter. He shook his head, stood up, and turned to his brother, "Look, I have to go open the store. Call me when you know something. We'll manage. Somehow, we will manage." 

* * *



When snow begins to fall in early winter, a man who has time watches the snow change things outside his windows. For a short while, everything is different and then it becomes something he recalls from another snowfall, and the winter landscape once again is familiar to him. As winter deepens, he looses interest in what is outside and becomes introspective. He recalls pleasant times in his life and remembers times when he felt the sting of emotions that were too strong to forget. 

...and then there were some things a man does not want to remember...

Although The Gift Shoppe was not open on Sundays, it still seemed to Timothy that he spent every day, all day, from sunup to sundown, closed up inside. For a man accustomed to being outside in the wind, rain, snow, and sunshine, he disliked the closed feeling inside the store. Every morning, when he unlocked the front door, he left the door open and went to the back room to prop the service door open, just to get a partial exchange of the air inside the small storefront. That simple routine seemed to help, at least until noon, when he could turn over the CLOSED FOR LUNCH sign. 

For a man working in a profession where men would not walk across the room if a horse were available to ride, he was accustomed to spending his time in a vehicle or on the back of a horse. Timothy, unable to have a horse in town, had discovered walking would satisfy his need for fresh air, open spaces and stretching room. For lunch, he usually left the store for an hour. If he had no errands to run, his usual lunch was a hamburger or a sandwich he ordered and carried to a nearby park, where he ate and read the newspaper, sitting on a cold concrete bench before a similarly cold concrete table, but at least it was in the fresh air.

However, on this Monday, nothing Timothy did settled his agitation. His memory of the night with Claire roared around inside his head, boiled his guts, and stirred his emotions. Merely the thought of her caused an erection so hard and throbbing, he was bending over, his hands on his knees, as he panted with the intensity of his feelings.

Timothy walked the perimeter of the park three times, tossed his unread newspaper and uneaten lunch into a nearby trashcan, and went back to the store. The regular routine of dusting, arranging, and cleaning, plus a few customers who came into the store in the afternoon kept him busy. On the way home, he stopped at the health club Mark had mentioned. After explaining he was visiting his brother, the manager gave him a visitor's pass, showed him how to use a treadmill, and found a swimsuit for him to wear so he could swim laps. 

By the time he got home to learn that Aaron's doctors were going to have a conference sometime Wednesday, Timothy could almost stand up straight and breathe again. He declined to eat the supper Mark prepared, saying he felt under the weather and went to bed, tossing and turning until he fell asleep, exhausted from the swirling snapshots of Claire's face that flitted through his mind.

Tuesday was a little better. Wednesday was better still until he got home and learned the screws holding the metal plate in Aaron's back were working loose. The surgery to repair his broken back originally had been successful. However, surgery was no longer optional, if he ever intended to walk upright without continuous pain the surgery was a necessity, an immediate necessity.

Thursday was a slow day in the store, a day Timothy chose to clean the storeroom of any old packaging not given to the customers, plus a few years worth of accumulated junk. When Mark returned from checking Aaron into the hospital in anticipation of his Friday surgery, the two brothers spent a few hours discussing options to consider keeping someone in the store so Timothy could go back to his ranch. 

Mid morning Friday, Mark called to say the surgery was a success and Aaron's recovery should be much faster, but he would still be in a hard plastic cast for another two to three months. However, in a month to six weeks, he could begin to work part of each day if they could figure out a way to get him to the store. Lying down on the back seat of the car was a very uncomfortable way to travel.

Near noon Saturday, Timothy was considering what he wanted for lunch when Claire Prescott walked into The Gift Shoppe. Timothy felt his heart lurch when she looked at him and smiled.

"Hello, Timothy," she barely controlled the tremble in her voice, as she walked toward him. 

"Claire," he responded, his voice was gruff and stern, as he kept control of himself with a very tight rein. He was not going to let this woman see how she affected him. He'd had a week and could almost think straight and act without self-disgust when he thought about how fiercely he wanted her and knew she was not the kind of woman who could live the life he must have.

While choosing and paying for a small gift for a friend's birthday, she surprised Timothy by asking about Aaron's surgery and listened attentively as he explained the man's recovery prospects. As they talked about Aaron and a recently announced young woman's wedding, Timothy walked around the counter, intent upon opening the door for her. Claire progressively moved closer to Timothy, until she was standing much closer than was polite or socially acceptable. She allowed her breast to slowly brush against his arm and a few times rested her hand on his arm as they talked.

"I thought perhaps you would call me," Claire looked at Timothy with the most blatantly flirtatious expression Timothy could ever recall a woman directing at him. 

He shook his head, "You don't need someone like me in your life."

With honey dripping from each syllable, she responded, "Oh, I think I can handle you, big man." She gave him her best alluring smile, when she asked, "You're not afraid of me, are you?"

Timothy chuckled, but to his own ears, it sounded false. "I have no doubt of that, Claire. We're just very different people. I'm rough, old-fashioned, and not very domesticated."

As her hand brushed from his shoulder down to his elbow, she responded, "I might like a little savagery in a man. It would be interesting."

"Claire, you're a tempting, beautiful woman. I'm sure there is a long line of men just waiting for you to grant them an audience. Perhaps you should select one of them as your consort." 

As she turned to leave the store, Claire stopped and asked, "May I... may I take you to lunch?" She voiced her question and lifted her chin, refusing to look anywhere but straight into his eyes.

Slowly, Timothy shook his head, never losing eye contact with Claire. "I don't think that's a good idea. Maybe we need to forget what happened the other night."

"Can you forget? Have you forgotten, Timothy?" She challenged him.

"No," he answered honestly. "But I will. I'm not what you need and you can't live the life I must have."

"Why Timothy Burleson, I do believe, you are a snob."

"No, Claire. There are no comforts where I live, no housekeepers, no beauty parlors, and no country clubs. People are sturdy, self-sufficient. They work hard for the things they want and the independence they need."

"I'm a wealthy woman. You needn't work. You would be free to pursue whatever you like." As soon as she said the words, she saw the look on his face and realized her error.

"I don't think so Claire. You should find someone more suited to the kind of life you have. I'll go back to my land, my men, and my cattle. They don't expect more from me than I can give." 

"I'd like a little of your time, Timothy. I'll see you later, after you close the shop."

Timothy shook his head, not bothering to answer her. She was going to do what she wanted. It didn't mean he had to obey her command to kneel and worship at her feet. 

* * * 

...some memories are pleasant and others just sit in the mind, refusing to leave and refusing to be resolved...

During his weeks of living with Mark and Aaron, Timothy had cleaned up the poorly cared for front yard and flower beds and had begun to do something about many years of neglect in the rear yard. After a light supper, Mark went to the hospital, planning to watch a televised awards program with Aaron, and Timothy was already at work, attacking a badly overgrown corner of the back yard. All week he had spent an hour or two pulling up plants, cutting low hanging limbs off trees, and digging up the remaining roots, when he looked up and saw Claire Prescott standing a few feet behind him.

As Timothy stood, one forearm propped on the handle of the shovel, Claire walked half way around him and then returned to her stance behind him, before she spoke. "It looks like you've done a lot of work on this badly overgrown yard. Not that I don't appreciate it, but I suspect you've chosen to do yard work instead of coming see me tonight?"

"You appreciate it?" Timothy asked his question as if he didn't understand what she meant, although he was beginning to suspect he did.

With a nonchalant wave of her hand toward the rest of the neighborhood, Claire said, "Oh yes, I own this house and a number of others like it. Though, of course someone manages them for me."

Timothy nodded once, "Ah, I see."

"So, you didn't plan to come see me tonight?"

"No, Claire, I did not plan to come see you tonight, or for that matter, any other night." Without giving any more attention to her, he returned to his task, stomped on one side of the shovel to drive it into the dry soil, lifting a shovel full of dried sandy soil, turning it over then stooping to pull several roots out of the dirt. As he tossed the roots into the trash pile, he noticed Claire had moved to sit in one of the lawn chairs on the patio at the back of the house. It was all right with him. If she wanted to sit and watch a man work and sweat, he wasn't going to let it bother him. After he had turned over another ten shovels full of dirt, Claire had either moved out of his line of sight or left the back yard.  

* * * 

...yet the worst memories were those where he did not act like a man, or he hurt a woman and did not seek her forgiveness...

Within a few weeks, Timothy felt comfortable that he had managed his lust for Claire Prescott. If he had not managed it, he had at least reduced it to a few thoughts of her in the daytime. Oh, and of course, there was the late night dream when he would awaken with a throbbing erection caused by memories of the way her skin felt under his fingers, her breast felt in his hand, or the taste of her kiss felt on his tongue. 

He did not recognize the woman who walked into the store one afternoon. She looked vaguely familiar, but Timothy had been in town for almost three months and had seen a number of people enough times to know some of them by name and many by sight.

He greeted the customer who was looking through a selection of small crystal and china boxes, some with hinged lids, "Good afternoon, ma'am. How can I help you today?"

She turned and greeted Timothy, "Oh, I like these, I was thinking... I believe I recognize you. Didn't you help Claire Prescott the night her shoe broke?"

"Yes ma'am, I did."

The woman giggled and seemed a little embarrassed, "You're such a strong man. You picked her up as if she didn't weigh anything and carried her to a bench. I'm Marie Taylor. I believe she said you drove her home that night, while the rest of us went on to a party. That was so nice of you."

Nodding as Marie spoke, Timothy responded, "Yes, I did take her home. She was a little shaky. Were you looking for something for yourself, or are you shopping for a gift?"

"Oh," Marie turned back to the small crystal boxes. "I thought Claire might like one of these. Saturday is her birthday."

"I see."

"Or, perhaps you can tell me," she looked around the store for a moment, "Is there something in here she's looked at or admired?"

"I'm afraid I can't help you there. She comes in occasionally for a gift for someone, but I've not noticed anything in particular that's caught her eye. You would know her much better than I do."

"Are all of these Waterford?"

"No, not all of them are Waterford. A few are Gump and there are some Limoges boxes, in the next section."

Marie finally made her selection and paid for it, then asked Timothy to wrap and deliver the gift on Saturday. By the end of the day, three more gifts for Claire were taking up space on the back table in the workroom.

By Friday, there were eight additional gifts. Timothy had no choice. He asked Mark, the unofficial gift wrap expert to come make all the packages look pretty. That only left two packages to wrap for the late shoppers, on Saturday. 

Although he would like another option, Timothy waited until he closed the store on Saturday to load the panel truck with his deliveries. Aaron had begun a practice of providing a bride with a complete list of all the items The Gift Shoppe sold, including those the purchaser decided to deliver personally. The list was so well received that the practice had been extended to other holidays and recipients. The brides appreciated it because it made writing their thank you cards so much easier. 

Timothy printed out the list of gifts, along with the name of the person who selected the gift and put it into an envelope. Before sealing the envelope with a gold seal showing the store's logo, Timothy added a small crystal teardrop pendant hanging from a red silk cord as a gift from The Gift Shoppe. It was something Aaron said he did for regular customers. For the amount of goodwill it provided, a small item selected from the store's inventory, was money well spent. Although he did not tell Marie Taylor, he had seen Claire look at the small crystal light catchers. 

Once again, although the Prescott home was nearer the store than any of his other deliveries, he left it for his final stop. With some trepidation, Timothy clenched his jaw, picked up some of the gifts in the back of the panel van and approached the front door of Claire Prescott's home. The last time he had stood before this door, Claire was unlocking it with her key, leading him in the front door, and within minutes down the hall toward her bedroom.

"Well, hello Timothy, what have you there?" Her smile was natural and full of wonder as if she were a small child anxious to know what surprises hid beneath the gay paper and colorful ribbons.

"Happy Birthday, Claire. I'm delivering some gifts from your friends. Let me put these down, there are more in the van."

Claire stepped aside to allow him inside so he could place the first load of gifts on a narrow table in the entry. On his second trip, he handed Claire the sealed envelope and went back for one remaining large box.

Timothy placed the large box on the floor beneath the table and looked up at Claire to ask her if she wanted him to move the gifts into her living room or den where she could open them. She was standing with the list of gifts and the envelope clenched in her fist. With her other hand, she had raised the red silk cord above her head, the small crystal teardrop was dangling before her, and tears were running down her cheeks. 

It was so natural to gather her into his arms and hold her, "Hey sweetheart, why the tears?" Timothy was not even aware he had spoken or used a term of endearment. 

"My grandmother had one of these in her window." As suddenly as she was maudlin, she brightened. "Oh, I'm sorry, just an old memory that felt good." 

She wrapped her arms around his waist, raised herself up on her toes, and kissed Timothy. It may have begun as a simple kiss of appreciation, but it did not end there. It became one of hunger, and Timothy was soon joining in her frenzy.

Their arms tangled as she pulled his shirt over his head, just as he was raising her blouse, disregarding the row of buttons down the front. While her freshly manicured fingernails left white lines down his chest, he unhooked her bra and had his hands on her breasts as she backed across the room.

He was unbuckling his belt when her hips hit the back of the couch. He was lowering his zipper as they tumbled over the back of the couch. Claire landed on her back as Timothy raised her legs, put his hand under her and jerked her panties up to her knees. Claire held his head for her kiss while he used his other hand to sweep his cock through her wetness and slammed into her, groaning as she screamed and arched her back.

"Don't move," he growled as he settled against her, feeling her heat and wetness surrounding him.

Instead of listening to him, Claire demanded, "Hard, Timothy, don't stop."

He pulled back once as Claire managed to get her shoe off and one leg out of her panties. As she was putting her feet on the couch and lifting her hips, he was sliding back into her and then he could not stop.

He pounded against her, earning a grunt from her with each stroke. He slammed into her and added his own vocal accompaniment to his movement. It was not gentle or tender. His shoes braced against the arm of the couch, gave him support to force her toward the arm at the other end. She raised her arms over her head pushing against the arm of the couch and lifted her hips as she tightened her internal muscles each time he stroked back into her.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh was the only sound added to their wordless expressions. At the same time he felt a pinch at the base of his cock, he leaned down and pulled her breast into his mouth and mashed the nipple against the roof of his mouth. Claire exploded around him. His balls emptied as cum surged up his cock and burst into her, spreading across the head of his cock while his last few surges into her were uneven and less forceful than before.




A Damn Good Fucking



'Harder, bitch, harder!'

Joanne's reluctant grip on her husband's nipples tightened as she twisted them even more viciously to bring Aubrey to climax. Anything to keep him hard until he managed to come, anything to stop that soft flabby belly from hammering down and driving the breath from her lungs for any longer then necessary. He grunted at the sudden increase in pain and battered himself into her, his penis twitching as it spewed his seed into her pussy. 

His balls emptied, he slumped across her with his cock already softening, lying there like a stranded fish until she half wriggled, half heaved, her way out from under him and left him gasping and sweating. She pulled on her robe and went downstairs to sit in the dining room, her head in her hands, wondering what to do.

She had had a belly full of the man, in both senses of the phrase. At thirty-three she should be in the prime of her sexual life, and even he, some sixteen years older, should not yet be past it. She should be enjoying a fulfilling, adventurous, passionate relationship, not having to beat his backside into a pulp just for him to get anything like an erection, and then wait for him to fall asleep so that he didn't notice as she silently gave herself a small degree of fulfilment. It was as if he blamed her somehow for his inadequacies and for his reliance on perversity to get his pleasure. 

When they had met, nine years before, she had been stimulated by what she naively saw as his experimental approach to sex, and what he called his "little peccadilloes" were just an exciting variation on their more normal bedtimes. But as he had got older his kinky tendencies became more and more important to him and seemingly she less so, until now she was nothing more than a masturbation aid as far as he was concerned, and her own enjoyment counted for nothing. What she needed now, she admitted to herself, was someone to give her a damn good straightforward fucking, for it was a certain fact that she would never get one from him anymore.

'I'll be back around ten.' 

His voice echoed from the hall followed by the sound of the front door slamming. She stared at the dining room door in surprise because it was so unusual for him to leave her alone for so long. As his virility had waned, so his jealousy had grown; frightened perhaps that someone else would step in where he failed. 

She looked at the clock, at first not realising that half an hour had passed while she had sat there moping, then frowning for the time she had wasted without making any decisions. Two fifteen in the afternoon now, nearly eight hours before he returned and by then he would probably be at least moderately drunk. And that, she suddenly realised, was eight hours of freedom in which to do whatever she wanted, eight hours to get away from the house with all its reminders of her life with a self absorbed masochistic bully. Maybe a walk down by the ocean wouldn't be a bad start. Life couldn't go on forever the way it was, and she needed to think.

She pushed herself out of the chair, planning on a much needed shower before she dressed to go out. Maybe, she thought as the water cascaded over her, a light summer dress with nothing under it so that she could pleasure herself on a quiet beach. But maybe not, for with her luck she'd be caught by someone they both knew. Okay then, not commando, but a light summer dress was still the best bet. She aimed the spray at her pussy, trying to wash away the sticky reminder of their earlier coupling, reconciling herself to his so-called lovemaking. What she wouldn't give to have a normal healthy sex life. God, if only she had the nerve to take a lover.

She had often thought about an affair, and again she seriously considered the idea as she drove towards the sea before deciding once again that it just wasn't worth the risk. She'd never be able to keep it quiet, never be able to cover her liaisons, to account for the regular disappearances that an affair would entail. Aubrey might be a brute, but he wasn't stupid, and if he did find out she was pretty sure he wouldn't divorce her, he'd just make her life an even bigger hell than it was already. She drove around looking to find a spot to park that was near enough to the beach but not so close as to get the car covered in sand. He'd only want to know how it had got there. 

Having parked up she wandered down a footpath through the dunes until it opened onto the beach, her favourite, quiet, secluded beach, and was happy to find it almost deserted on this weekday afternoon. There was a group of people clustered around a barbecue way off to her left, a couple strolling along by the water line and a gaggle of youngsters with kites, and that seemed to be that. Pleased, she sauntered the short distance down to the water's edge and ambled along beside the sea, strolling away from the others, head down, lost in thought, listening to the whoosh and suck of the tide on the pebbles and considering what she should do about her life.

But then a sudden rush of water from the incoming tide broke her reverie and wet her feet, persuading her to turn back and to look for somewhere quiet to sit among the fringe of sand dunes that lined the beach. She soon found the perfect spot at the base of the seaward slope of a dune, facing the sun and shaded from the wind, and there she settled back, pulling her dress up onto her thighs to feel the sun on her legs and then leaning back against the warm sand. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift, still hazily going over her situation. There was not a lot she could do about it, she decided, for her husband would never change, that was for certain, and she had no real reason to divorce him. She daren't even have an affair for fear of being caught, even though the very thought of one sent an illicit thrill running through her.

She was still pondering over her life when she became aware that she was not alone. There was nothing that told her so, no shadow, or sound, but just an instinct, and it was that same instinct that made her open an eye very slowly in order to see if she was right before committing herself to looking properly. She was right. About ten or so yards in front of her stood a young man, maybe a dozen years younger than herself and dressed just in a pair of blue jeans and a psychedelic tee-shirt. He was looking intently at her, but at an angle so that it would appear as though he were just innocently contemplating the horizon. For a moment she wondered why, but then she realised. He was looking up her dress, and no doubt seeing more than he should under her hiked up skirt.

Her first instinct was to slam her knees together to maintain her modesty, but for some reason she didn't want to. She knew that she should be extremely offended if not absolutely outraged, but for some reason she wasn't that either. In fact his gaze was giving her a buzz; a tiny but definite adrenalin kick that was making her heart beat just that little bit faster. Opening her other eye, but keeping them both almost closed, she gazed back at him from between her eyelashes, taking in his blond hair, youthfully muscular physique and healthy looking tan. He was clearly interested in her, and the fact that she was having any effect on such a handsome young stranger did wonders for her battered self-esteem. It was the sort of reassurance that she could do with more of. 

Relaxing on the beach had already left her knees a few inches apart and now she found them drifting wider, spreading inch by inch as if of their own accord and giving the young man a better view of the plain cotton panties she had so carelessly chosen. Maybe she would have worn something sexier if she had known, but maybe, she remembered her previous thoughts, she could have worn nothing at all. Her heart rate increased at the thought of his eyes on her pussy, and her knees separated just a little bit further until she was sure he had a clear view. Any more and it would be clear that she was deliberately opening her legs for him, but so far, she convinced herself, it was just the inadvertent exhibition of a woman dozing on the beach.

His eyes kept flicking from the horizon to her crotch, from there to her face, as he checked to see if she was aware of his presence, and then back to the horizon. Keeping her slitted eyes just that tiny bit open she smiled inwardly at his ineffective attempts at nonchalance, wondering how he could not know how obvious he was, and for that matter how could he not know that she had seen him. She wondered what to do, excited by his attention and aroused by the possibilities she was torn between making a sham of waking, acting as if innocent of her own display, and either pretending not to notice or simulating anger at his impertinence. There was a third alternative, however, and her heart banged as she considered it. Could she? Would she? Should she? Yes!

She let her legs fall wide open in an obviously premeditated way, spreading her feet and deliberately showing him herself to him and excitedly wondering if her increasing dampness would be visible. At the same time she opened her eyes properly, letting him know that she knew of his presence by looking directly at him. She told herself that he would either be embarrassed at being caught peeping at her and move away or he'd have the bottle to stand his ground, and then things were going to get interesting. 

He was no coward. He did redden with embarrassment, but he responded to her eye contact by returning her gaze without flinching, and with a wry smile playing around his lips.

'Enjoying the view?' She asked quietly, trying to keep her nerves out of her voice.

'Err. Yes, thank you.'

She shot a quick glance up and down the beach to make sure her behaviour wasn't being witnessed, and was pleased to find that only the barbecuing crowd were still in sight, and they were mere dots in the distance.

'Come closer and get a better look.' She invited him, silently marvelling at her own daring.

'Thank you.' He repeated with mock solemnity, moving to stand between her feet, staring straight at her cotton covered pussy. She gazed back at him, her eyes fastened on a bulge that was visibly growing inside his jeans. 

For a few minutes they gazed silently at each other, he perhaps simply taking pleasure in what he could see while she was wondering desperately quite where things were headed. She licked dry lips, her heart now pounding hard inside her chest. The whole scenario was turning her on something wonderful, but she knew it couldn't last. Things had to move on or end. Dare she take it to the next level?

She fought with herself and her nerves, part of her shouting that even if she daren't take a lover, a one off with a stranger, especially such a handsome stranger, wouldn't hurt, would it? Another part, perhaps her conscience, was shouting equally loudly that once she crossed that line she could never go back, she would be a cheat, a common adulteress, forever! Oh God, but didn't she deserve to enjoy sex just occasionally? Hadn't she put up with enough of her husband using her body as a recreational toy? She knew which way the argument was going. Her conscience was losing the contest with her needs. She looked up and down the beach again, dry mouthed and heart hammering. It was clear, for even the barbecue set were packing up and moving away.

'Do you want to do more than look?' She asked hoarsely, taking that final step.

He didn't speak. It was as if he too was trying to overcome his nerves. It was clear from the bulge in the front of his jeans that he wanted her, but he just stood there, staring mutely. Finally he nodded wordlessly, timidly committing them both.

Now she wanted to just rip her clothes off and lie there waiting for him, but she daren't be quite that shameless, and in any case she wasn't sure he was up for being so blatant. She would have to act a little more circumspect than that and a little more self-assured.

'Lie down.' She instructed him, waiting impatiently as he silently laid himself on his back, his chest visibly heaving from his own excitement.

She knelt beside him, reaching for the belt of his jeans, undoing it, popping the fly and pulling urgently at his zip. She looked at his face, smiling reassuringly, not wanting to come across to him as simply a sex mad slut, even though she was truly behaving as one. Her hand found its way into his jeans, seeking and finding his erection. God, he was hard, a steel bar compared with her husband. Hard to extricate too, but eventually she got it out, pulling it out through his fly almost uncaring that she might hurt him. Even when he groaned she readily put it down to pleasure rather than pain. She stared at it in disbelief, unable to easily comprehend that a man could be so hard and so big for her. His cock was long, stiff and blue-veined, with its purple head peeking through a generous foreskin. It seemed to want her as much as she wanted it.

She let go and stood up, her anxious gaze once again taking in the beach, relieved at its emptiness, and then reaching under her dress she pulled down her panties, kicking them free, not even noticing where they went, interested only in his cock. She straddled him, feeling round and under her dress to find his shaft, steering it to her, feeling it against her wet lips. She paused and then let herself sink onto it, feeling its hardness sliding into her, deep, very deep, until she was sitting on him with his length all the way inside her.

'That feels so fucking good.' 

She had got so used to his silence that his voice surprised her. He was as nervous as she, although she doubted it was for the same reason. Again she scanned the beach for 'intruders', frightened of being caught having sex with someone other than her husband, though her outspread dress covered what they were actually doing.

'Yes.' She agreed.

She lifted herself until he was only just inside her and then let herself simply drop onto him. The thrill of such unaccustomed hardness penetrating her slippery passage made her moan with pleasure. She did it again, and again, rising and falling as hard and rapidly as she could on his cock until she was gasping with exertion and arousal.

'I'm getting close.' He told her suddenly, urgently.

'Me too.' She replied, suddenly realising that the signs of an orgasm were already creeping up on her. It was so long since she had expected to come during intercourse that she almost hadn't noticed. In fact it wasn't just creeping up on her, it was suddenly there, bursting through her, sending rolling waves of pleasure down to her nerve endings. She cried out involuntarily, desperately looking around her in case someone had heard even as she climaxed. She was so scared of being caught, but it was so worth it. She rammed herself down on him as she came, all her muscles, it seemed, going into spasm together, making her vagina clench rhythmically onto his cock. It was a short, fierce climax, so much stronger than anything she had enjoyed for years, but over almost as soon as it had begun. She whimpered with combined ecstasy and frustration.

'I'm going to come soon.' He warned her, reminding her of his intention

His climax was near now and he began to thrust up at her from below, stabbing himself into her now that she was no longer moving on top of him. 

'Can I come inside you?' His voice was an anxious gasp now.

'Yes.' She nodded vigorously. 'I want you to.'

The thought of him shooting his cum into her made her shudder with excitement. She did want it, very much. She held herself rigid above him, accepting his thrusts, waiting for the moment when he would empty himself into her.

'I'm coming.' He announced, pushing upwards even as she pressed hard back down on him, taking his twitching, jerking cock more deeply inside herself, feeling his cum spurting into her, flooding her womb. He groaned with each thrust, making passionate animal noises each time as his balls emptied themselves into her, and it was beautiful. 

Soon he was finished, lying beneath her, panting and gasping with his chest heaving and his cock subsiding inside her. She clambered off reluctantly to sit beside him, her eyes casting around for her discarded panties, the evidence of her infidelity. She spotted them and pushed them into a pocket, not wanting to put them back on and signal a symbolic end to what she had just experienced because what she had experienced had been so amazing.

She had been carried along on a wave of lust, lust that had reminded her of what sex should be about. Short, sudden, and not very satisfying maybe, but normal and so very enjoyable all the same. She was finding it hard to believe how good it had been. She had somehow automatically expected him to request some form of stimulation, perhaps not the kinky, masochistic stimulation her husband expected, but something. Instead they had made love immediately, naturally, as it should be, and she wanted more.

She gazed down at him, suddenly smiling, trying to tell him of her happiness without having to explain. He smiled back, drawing a hand across his forehead as a make-believe sign of pleasant exhaustion.

'That was something else.' He told her, his voice still breathless.

She nodded. 'Yes, wasn't it just?'

She frowned suddenly as an audacious idea entered her mind.

'Can you do it again?'

'Yes.' His eyes lit up. 'Given time to get my breath back.

'Have you got anywhere we can go to do it properly?'

She wanted to undress completely, take her time and fuck him in private without worrying about being caught, to open her legs and have his masculine body between them, to have his naked skin on hers. In short she wanted the damn good fucking that she had promised herself earlier that day, and he appeared instinctively to know it.

'We could go back to mine, it isn't far away. But I share with two other guys and they might be there.'

'That's okay, your bedroom has a door on it, doesn't it?' So what if others could hear them, she didn't care if they could see them let alone hear them, anything if it would fulfil the need that had suddenly become so overwhelming. 

'I don't know your name.' He stated suddenly as she drove through unfamiliar streets following his directions. 

'Sheila.' She lied instinctively, plucking a name from nowhere to cover her real identity and make what she was doing deniable, even to herself. 'You?'

'Jake.'

She had every reason to believe he was being truthful, but in reality she didn't really care. It was just a name to hang his memory on when the day was over and she returned to her abnormal normality.

'Hello Jake.'

'Hello Sheila.'

They burst into laughter together over the inanity of introductions made after having already had sex together, but then Jake suddenly became serious.

'Why?' He asked.

'Sorry?' She queried, not understanding the sudden shift.

'Why did you seduce me?'

She hadn't really thought of it as her seduction, although on reflection it obviously was, and so she had to think about for a moment or two. She used the need to shift lanes as an excuse for not answering immediately.

'I'm not sure.' She began, not wanting to explain too graphically. 'I suppose it was as simple as seeing you looking at me and realising that you were attracted to me. My husband is a fair bit older than me and he's not as interested in me as he used to be, and it's just nice to be wanted. You do want me don't you?' She threw a question back at him to divert his curiosity and to reassure herself. It was no longer just a case of wanting someone to fuck her, but of needing it.

'Oh yes, absolutely.' He chuckled. 'My only worry is that if the others are at home, they'll want you too.'

That was something she hadn't thought of. Even though she knew he was really jesting she felt another little shot of adrenaline from the thought of being lusted after by more than one young man. And she felt almost horny enough to have all of them. All of a sudden she was fighting an unbidden hope that it might happen that way.




A Damn Good Fucking



'Oh dear.' She giggled, embarrassed by her sudden lust. 'I'm not sure I can handle that. We'll just have to hope that nobody else is in, won't we?'

'Well, we're soon going to find out.' He told her, pointing a little further up the road. 'Pull in somewhere over there; my place is next to that newsagent's.'

When he turned the key in the door and they walked into the lounge to find it empty, she wasn't sure if she should be pleased or disappointed. 

'Looks like you'll have to make do with me.' He told her, grinning lustfully.

'That won't be too hard to manage.' She told him, smiling to herself as she realised an unintended innuendo. 'And neither will that.'

She reached forward for the front of his jeans, feeling for the semi hard cock that they covered. All she wanted to do was to feel it, or one very much like it, inside her again. A little growl formed in her throat as she felt it harden in her hand, twitching and lengthening under the denim. She stroked it through his jeans, her fingers running up and down either side of his shaft, savouring its length and its growing stiffness.

With his eyes narrowing and his breath sucking between his teeth with arousal Jake stepped close up to her, one arm going around her and the other cupping her breast, squeezing and massaging the soft flesh through her light bra in the same needful way as she massaged him through his jeans. She tipped her head up in invitation for him to kiss her, making the same little throaty noise again until his lips covered hers and silenced it. 

They kissed as if getting together for the first time, each discovering the other's mouth like new lovers exploring before the deed, tongues flicking out experimentally, meeting, licking, each following the other back into its mouth until they danced and fenced, sucking and licking at each others lips, and all the time fondling each other. Joanne felt his hand leave her breast to reach down, following the curve of her belly, reaching for the join of her legs, fingers working the skirt of her dress up, bunching it to reach under and finally to stroke her uncovered pubes, fingers tangling in her curls. She groaned, spreading her knees a little to give him access and at the same time fumbling for his zip.

'Whoops, sorry pardon!' 

The voice came from behind her, startling her, making her hand jerk away from his cock and her knees slam together, fear of discovery by her husband flashing panic through her being. She pulled away from Jake, embarrassed, heart pounding, and looked around, fully expecting to find someone she knew, someone who report back about finding her in the act of cheating. But it wasn't, it was another young man, tall and muscular like Jake, but as dark as Jake was blond, curly hair over a ruggedly handsome suntanned face, and standing there with one towel around his waist and rubbing wet hair with another.

'Fucking hell, Matt.'

'Sorry Jake, I didn't know you were busy.' Matt grinned mischievously. 'And anyway, who is your gorgeously red-faced companion?'

'Matt, meet Sheila, Sheila meet Matt.' Jake introduced them hastily, briefly confusing Joanne with the use of her pseudonym. 'We didn't think you were in.'

'I think I worked that out. As you can see I was upstairs showering. Sorry if I've interrupted something.' His eyes flashed with amusement.

'What about Dean?' Asked Jake, giving her the name of the missing resident.

'He's out somewhere.' Matt dismissed the question, concentrating his evident interest on Joanne.

In her highly aroused state Joanne was gazing back at Matt with similarly ill-disguised lust. Her mind instantly flashed back to Jake's jokey remark that his friends might want her too and she found herself thinking it looked as if it might be true, and wanting it to be at least for the one she had just met. He was, after all, just the sort of man she went for, dark and roguish, and seemingly completely unabashed by walking in on them. As far as she was concerned tall, dark and handsome didn't quite seem enough to describe this beautiful man. 

'Just like I wish you were.' Jake told him without rancour. 'And in answer to your next question, we met on the beach and came back here to finish what we started there.'

She was glad he hadn't gone into too much detail; she still hadn't exactly come to terms with her wanton conduct there, even though now she was thinking of doing precisely the same again.

'Are you sure you can cope?' Matt grinned. 'She looks a bit of a handful to me.'

'Two handfuls actually.' Joanne stuck her chest out, instantly quaking inside at her own brazen performance. 'And if he can't cope, would you like to help him out?'

'Of course, but only if he asks me to.' 

That put her firmly back in her place, but she was too damn horny now to let it go at that.

'In which case, I hope he does, I've never had a threesome before.'

The two men concerned stared speechlessly at each other for what seemed like forever while the instigator watched with bated breath, silently wondering if she'd gone too far. Eventually Jake gave Matt a brief nod and Joanne released her breath with a relieved whoosh.

'Neither have we.' He admitted, turning to lead the way upstairs. 

Jake's bedroom turned out to be surprisingly roomy to what she had expected, with the large double bed still leaving enough room to move around. Joanne stood at the foot of the bed and reached back for the zip of her dress while watching with interest as Matt loosened his towel. When it fell away she was not disappointed, he was sporting a solid erection and his cock, neatly circumcised, was equally as long as Jake's if not a little longer and grew out of a thick nest of curly dark hair.

'That looks nice.' She told him.

'It will be.' He replied, his eyes sparkling with lustful humour.

She pulled down the zip and let her dress fall to the floor, revealing her lack of panties to Matt.

'I see you meant it when you said you had started something earlier.' He chuckled, his eyes drawn to her curly brown bush.

'Started, but not completed.' She reached around to unhook her bra and stand naked before the two men, trembling slightly with pure lust from her situation. She looked across to where Jake was pushing down his jeans and boxers together. 'And I'm going to enjoy the rest.'

All three were now naked, each looking at the other two but without making a move, all unsure where to start; but then eagerness and simple lust set in and Joanne reached across to Jake and took hold of his cock. He closed his eyes and grunted approval, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer, holding her naked body against his and trapping her hand so that she felt forced pull it free and put her arms around him too. To her it felt wonderful, his chest hair tickling her breasts, his rigid cock pressing on her belly and his flesh hard and unyielding against hers, so much firmer than her husband's flabby body. 

She looked over her shoulder to where Matt stood watching and held her arms out backwards to him. 'Come on Matt, join in.'

Matt moved up behind her, putting his arms about her and insinuating his hands between her breasts and Jake's chest so that he could cup them. She groaned lightly and reached back with one hand, finding his hips and pulling him right up against her with his cock pushed onto her back, making herself the soft feminine filling in a brawny male sandwich.

'Who's gonna have me first?' She breathed, her voice full of lust.

'Too late to be first, I already did that.' Jake reminded her. 'And you'll have to wait to see who's next.'

Neither man moved.

She didn't care who now, as long as she got fucked and soon. 'Well, somebody do something!'

The two men seemed to react automatically in the same way and at the same time, and Joanne felt two hands run down her body, Jake's threading its way between them to cup her pubes, and Matt's pulling away from her breast to slide across her skin, around her hip and down to her bottom, reaching beneath her cheeks as he bent slightly. Within moments, her pussy was the subject of attention by two men, Jake was playing with her clit and Matt had found her entrance to slip his finger into her. It was something she'd never felt before, never expected to. She spread her legs as far as she could and hooked her arms around Jake's neck to hold herself upright, gasping into his shoulder at the unfamiliar but incredible sensation. It wasn't long before the wonderful feeling of another orgasm began to grow inside her.

'Oh God, I'm going to come.' She gritted.

The answer from both men was to increase their attentions, acting in concert again they rubbed harder and fingered more deeply, both wanting to make her come as quickly as they could. It didn't take long, she knew it wouldn't, and within a couple of minutes her orgasm burst through her so forcefully that she clung to Jake, crying out loud, her hips jerking, her legs turning to jelly and her body trembling under the power of her climax. Even after the full force of it was over she still hung onto him for several minutes, shuddering from little aftershocks. Never in her life could she recall such a strong climax, and even so she knew she was not yet satisfied. It was as if her body was trying to make up for long years of frustration.

Eventually Matt stepped away, standing back with a smile on his face. 'I guess you enjoyed that.'

'Phew!' She exclaimed breathlessly, looking at him over her shoulder. 'That was awesome.'

'And I guess you need to lie down.'

She caught the double meaning in his words and smiled back.

'Yes, I guess I do.' She unhooked her arms from around Jake's neck and flopped onto the bed, swinging her legs up to lie full length with them a little apart, still randy and still wanting them inside her. 'And I guess you'd both like to join me.'

Both men climbed onto the bed and stretched out beside her, one to each side, each lying on his side and gazing hungrily at her, knowing what was expected. She smiled with the simple pleasure of knowing that she was likely to have both of them inside her before long. She stretched her arms out, looping them behind their shoulders and pulling them both closer as they settled.

'Who's first?' She asked huskily, unable to wait any longer and startlingly content with her shamelessness. 

'I am.' Matt didn't give Jake any time to argue but just clambered on top of her, eagerly pushing her legs wider.

She lay back, pulling her legs out of his way, bending them right back to give him access to her, wanting him to enter her. He positioned himself between her thighs, reaching back with his hand, guiding himself towards her and finding her entrance with the tip of his cock, and then he paused, looking at her, teasing her, smiling as he made her wait. 

'Do it.' She demanded, her frown showing her impatience. 'Fuck me.'

He didn't reply, but instead he let his cock slip just inside her, then pushed it steadily into her until it was buried full length. She sighed with pure delight, feeling it enter her, feeling her passage expand to admit him, and excitedly registering the fact that this was her second new cock of the day.

'Fuck, you're wet.' Matt exclaimed, supporting himself on his elbows with his hands hooked under her shoulders and looking down at her as he began to thrust in and out.

'That's not surprising.' She countered, gasping a little as his cock pushed deep into her. 'Having guys like you two lined up to fuck me.' She didn't point out that some of the wetness was probably down to Jake.

Now she had one arm laid straight out away from her, but the other was still draped around Jake's shoulder and it made her very aware of having two men on the bed with her together. To her it was a wonderfully daring thing to do and she wanted to make the most of it, but suddenly Jake pulled away, rolled off the bed and stood up. Joanne was mortified, believing for the moment that he'd taken exception to her letting Matt have her first. But rather than walking away, Jake lay back down on the bed facing the other way so that he could look between them and watch Matt fucking her.

Just as on the beach when they first met, she was initially disturbed by him seeing as much as he was; especially this time now that Matt's cock was pistoning in and out of her. Nobody had ever seen her being fucked before. But then, thinking about it, she got an unexpected thrill from knowing what he could see, and she tried to imagine his view of Matt's shaft sliding into her, slick and shiny from her wetness. The mental image she conjured was so bloody erotic, so utterly sexy that she felt her body stir with the amazing possibility of yet another orgasm.

She looked up at Matt and, seeing the lust on his face, put her arms around the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss, opening her mouth as their lips came together and pushing her tongue into his mouth. For a moment or two their tongues fenced with each other, but then she set up a rhythm, stabbing her tongue into his mouth deliberately keeping time with his cock plunging into her pussy.

'I'm going to come.' She pulled her mouth free and declared as the possibility became a certainty, a hot, expanding sensation that was building inside her.

'Good, come hard for me.' Matt prompted her, looking straight into her eyes.

That was not going to be difficult; she knew that all she had to do to make that happen was recall in her imagination the picture of his cock driving into her and she wouldn't be able to prevent herself. She deliberately conjured it into her minds eye, seeing the shine of her own juices on his shaft as it disappeared into her, feeling and using the increased rhythm as Matt began to speed up, and her orgasm suddenly exploded all the way through her.

She cried out, once more she couldn't help herself, pushing her hips up at Matt, trying to engulf his cock entirely, wanting him to shoot into her at the same time. She jerked and shuddered, feeling waves of sensations radiate out from her pelvis all along her limbs, making her toes curl and her fingers grip onto Matt's shoulders, while all the while he kept up the same inexorable rhythm, his cock plunging and diving deep into her spasming passage. Even when it was over for her he kept up that same tempo, battering at her as she lay beneath him, temporarily spent and docile, just taking whatever he wanted to give her and wanting him not to stop. 

She turned her head and looked across at Jake, still in his head to toe position and still watching her, his cock hard, long and within reach, twitching slightly as if wanting to attract her attention. She reached out and held it, not playing with it but just enjoying the thought of having it inside her. This really was the sort of afternoon of sex that she had been longing for. Still holding onto Jake's cock she turned her attention back to Matt, telling him what she knew she wanted.

'Your turn.' She told him. 'Your turn to come for me. I want to feel you shoot your load in me.'

'Soon.' The single word was gasped as he pounded her, slamming himself into her harder still. It was clear that he was on the edge.

'That's it, do it. I want it in me. Come on, fuck me hard.'

He groaned at her encouragement, his face reddening with effort, his cock hammering faster and faster as his climax drew closer.

'I'm there.' He gasped finally. 'I'm coming.'

She was still too physically spent herself to respond to him very energetically, but she nodded and smiled at him, egging him on by telling him 'yes, yes, yes.' over and over, until he grunted deep in his throat, thrust himself right in and exploded inside her. She felt his cock jerk each time as he pushed himself into her, making her moan with the excitement of knowing that each jolt signalled another spurt of his cum flooding her pussy. For an insane moment she thought he would never stop, that he would flood her and still keep going, but eventually his thrusts became less forceful, the jerks of his cock less pronounced, until in the end he simply subsided and lay on top of her, gasping and panting into her ear, his cock slipping wetly from her pussy.

'Phew, you're heavy.' She complained gently. 'Don't squash me.'

In truth Matt's weight had unpleasantly reminded her of her husband's usual post coital collapse and hat made her want him to move, rather than a wish not to feel him so close to her. But Matt had the answer to it; he simply pushed his hands beneath her, held her close and rolled, so that their positions were reversed. She wriggled herself comfortable, parting her legs and placing a knee either side of his thighs. 

'That's better.' He told her, looking up at her and smiling, still slightly out of breath.

'Yes, it is.' She smiled back and kissed him, feeling his chest hair tickling her breasts and his strong arms holding her tight against him. She let herself relax, not yet sexually satiated but no longer quite as impatient, lying quietly against him as he recovered. 

For the moment she had completely forgotten Jake, until he pulled his cock from her loosened grip and the movement of the bed as he turned around reminded her. His hand landed softly on her naked bottom and she murmured contentedly, wriggling with satisfaction as his hand began stroke and massage first the tops of her legs and then her bottom as far as the base of her spine. She squirmed sensuously on top of Matt and opened her legs just that little bit further in invitation to Jake. It was so nice to have the attention of two fit and handsome men.

In fact it was so nice that her body and her libido began to reawaken and she found herself giving out little noises of encouragement, wanting Jake's hands to explore more of her, especially one little, very important, part. She raised her bottom, drawing her knees part way up, trying to show Jake what she wanted and at the same time smiling down at Matt, still beneath her.

She felt a hand slide down her crack, fingers delving between the cheeks of her bottom, skating over her rosebud until they found the running wet cleft of her cum-filled pussy. For a moment Jake hesitated, as if unsure of what he wanted to do, momentarily worrying her that her sopping wet state full of Matt's cum was a turn off for him, but then he carried on, sliding fingers along her slit, back and forth, distributing her wetness from her clit to her anus, until eventually he sought out her vagina, two finger slipping straight in, vigorously thrusting in and out with the rest of his hand hitting against her pussy. She stared down at Matt, mouth open, her widening eyes and pursed lips revealing her growing excitement.

'What Jake's doing is bloody nice.' She explained huskily, urgently; telling him how much her arousal was consuming her and letting Jake know at the same time. 'It's just what I need.'

'Enjoy it then, Sheila.' He replied, confusing her once again with the use of her alias. 'Take it and enjoy it.'

She lifted herself in response, scrambling to straddle him on her hands and knees, raising her bottom and giving them both access, making herself completely available. Matt reached under, cupping and squeezing her swaying breasts, pulling at her nipples. At the same time, Jake, whose fingers had been dislodged from her very slippery vagina by her movement, found her again, this time pushing three fingers into her, twisting them around as he plunged in and out, making her gasp with delight. It was as if he was trying to screw his hand into her, especially when he placed the flat palm of his other hand on the base of her spine to steady her. But she didn't really care what he was doing; all she knew and cared about was the fact that his actions were sending wave after crashing wave of pleasure coursing through her. Even the wet squelching sounds his fingers made as they slid through a combination of her juices and Matt's cum added to the eroticism of the moment. If they kept it up much longer she knew she would climax yet again.




A Damn Good Fucking



'Please don't stop.' She implored them; kneeling passively to let the two men have their way.

It was as if she had activated the contradictory switch. Matt suddenly stopped playing with her breasts and just held them, looking up at Jake, while Jake himself withdrew his fingers and moved away, leaving her frustrated and bewildered, just kneeling naked over Matt's body.

'Oh God, No!' She protested, looking wildly round to see what had happened. 

'It's all right.' Jake's voice showed his amusement. 'I'm just moving round to get at you.' In her peripheral vision she saw him taking hold of her hips and lining himself up behind her. Now she knew what he was doing and a surge of relief overwhelmed her.

'Oh yes, that's right, that's what I want, do it, fuck me.' She was babbling but she was so turned on that she didn't care. 'Give me a bloody good fucking.'

'Haven't you had one already?' Jake chuckled as the head of his cock traced her cleft down over her anus towards her soaking pussy.

'Yes.' She admitted. 'Twice. But I want another, a really good one. Fuck me long and hard.'

She knew she sounded desperate and she knew it made her sound like a slut, but it didn't matter. She was so wound up that all she wanted was to feel him pounding her pussy.

Jake rubbed his cock up and down her crack again, sexily sliding the tip over her skin until, for a brief moment, the head of his cock stopped a her back door and she felt alarmed at the thought that he might take her there. Not that she would have stopped him, she realised, but that wasn't what she wanted. But then she understood that he had just accidentally lodged in the dimple of her anus before he pulled back a fraction and continued his journey towards her vagina. She wanted to move towards him, to rise a little higher and push backwards to try and engulf him, but she instinctively knew that all he would do would be to move with her. He would enter her in his own good time and she would have to wait.

But meantime her attention was drawn back to Matt, who was playing with her pendant breasts again, squeezing and mauling them, deliberately milking them, his hands pulling on each one in turn. She smiled down at him, acknowledging his mischievous grin with a little wry shake of her head.

'You're cheeky, you know that?' She told him, receiving a broader grin and a brief hard pull on her nipples as a reply.

She opened her mouth again to remonstrate, but at that moment Jake found her entrance and his cock was pushed home by pulling on her hips until it slid right into her. Now instead of speech all that came from her mouth was an ecstatic moan as her eyes shot wide with happy surprise.

She knelt quietly unmoving, just gazing down contentedly into Matt's face, waiting as Jake adjusted his position behind her, his cock moving inside her as he set himself ready with his hands taking a better grip on her hips. Momentarily she remembered earlier wishing that she could get a damn good fucking, and she congratulated herself because she was surely getting that. Two men in one day, three if you counted Wilted Dick, the name she had invented for her husband. She felt enormously liberated and totally uninhibited, the sexual woman she knew she had in her getting its own way for once.

'That's it, fuck me.' She instructed Jake over her shoulder before returning her gaze to Matt. 'And you can do what you like with my tits.'

Neither man answered, but Matt began playing with her once more, massaging and fondling her breasts, rolling her hanging nipples between his fingers and squeezing her soft flesh in his palm, while Jake withdrew until he was only just inside her and then slammed himself back, hard and forcefully before setting up a rhythm. He thrust into her while at the same time pulling her back onto him, magnifying the force and speed of his penetration.

'God, that's good!' She exclaimed, and it was too. 

The sensation of his long hard cock sliding so rapidly in and out of her was sending jolts of pleasure all through her, even before she felt the first signs of an orgasm. She knew it would take a little while for her to come this time, if only because of her being so wet from Matt's fucking, but she didn't care. It would take Jake just as long and for the same reason, and she wanted to make the pleasure last. She looked down at Matt, wondering what he thought of her kneeling over him while being fucked by someone else and knowing that he must be able to see the enjoyment on her face. She smiled at him again and dipped to give him the briefest of kisses, one that had to be just a quick peck because of Jake pulling her back and forth on his cock. He smiled back and then, leaving her breasts alone, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down to him and holding her still, her cheek on his, her mouth by his ear, but her bottom still raised high in the air.

'Now you can fuck her even harder, Jake.' Matt told his friend.

Joanne tensed, waiting and wanting, and as Jake shuffled a little closer, pressing right inside her before pulling back and slamming himself at her, bringing her wet sounds from her pussy as he rammed his cock right up her. She moaned with delight. This was the sort of treatment she wished Aubrey could provide.

'I bet you don't get this very often?' Matt whispered in her ear as Jake began to fuck her even harder. 

She shook her head. 'Never.' She could feel his satisfied smile against her cheek as he held her even tighter.

Jake had adjusted to his new rhythm, still gripping her hips but now only to act as the fulcrum of a pendulum, letting him swing his hips and drive himself in and out of her with a constant beat, his thighs and pubes thumping up against her bottom as his cock pistoned in and out of her. With Matt holding her so tightly and Jake pounding her with such an unrelenting tempo she felt excitingly used, but in a good way. She didn't resist, she couldn't do anything anyway, and so she just accepted it, wanting and taking Jake's cock and, finally, feeling the germ of another orgasm growing inside her.

'Hold me; I'm going to come soon.' She murmured into Matt's ear, not wanting Jake to know she was close in case he slowed down to hold her back.

'I'll hold you.' He assured her. 'Let yourself go.'

The tiny point of heat that was her budding orgasm soon grew under Jake's unremitting thrusts, its heat increasing, building through her pelvis, spreading along the pathways of her nerves, setting her body on fire until it threatened, promised, to explode inside her.

'Now.' She called out, no longer able to keep quiet. 'I'm coming now.'

It happened, her orgasm ripped through her, a tsunami of sensation pouring all through her torso and along her limbs, making her shake and shudder, her body quivering under surge after surge of unremitting bliss. She would have collapsed under sensory overload, but Matt held her shoulders and Jake clutched her hips, his thrusts never stopping, never slowing, just fucking her on and on as she came, making her climax last seemingly forever. Then even when her climax was coming to an end and the waves of pleasure were diminishing, he still fucked her hard, plunging in and out of her body until she knelt gasping and trembling, submissive under his onslaught. 

It was obvious that he was not going to stop until he came too, and so she was held in pace by her two partners, her front held firmly down by Matt's strong arms and her rear gripped and held up by Jake. She gasped and shook, almost overcome by the intensity of it all, orgasmic aftershocks exaggerated by Jakes actions and making her jerk and groan as he ploughed into her.

Eventually, just as she felt unable to take anymore, he grunted and, without warning, thrust as hard into her as he could, his cock jerking inside her, flooding her with his cum, spray after spray pouring into her as she was held in place for him.

When he was done he flopped backwards, pulling his cock from her sopping pussy to kneel helplessly behind her, his hands on his knees and his head hanging, gasping for breath himself now. Her support removed, Joanne just crumpled on top of Matt, lying prone over him, still shuddering from her own climax and from the effects of Jake's. For a few moments nobody moved, even Matt just lay there waiting while the others recovered enough to speak. 

'Thank you.' Joanne told them both breathlessly after a while.

Jake giggled helplessly. 'You're thanking us?' He asked, incredulous. 'That was fucking awesome and you're thanking us?'

'Why not?' She asked, rolling away from Matt at last. 'I've been needing a damn good fucking for ages. And you two just gave it to me. So I repeat, thank you.'

'Well, if you ever need another, we can always oblige.' Matt told her.

'Oh yes, I'll come back for more, that is a fact.' She knew she meant it too. It was one way she could survive her marriage.

'When?' Jake asked her.

She shook her head. 'I don't know. Whenever I next get the chance.'

'So do you want our numbers?' Asked Matt.

Again she shook her head. 'No, I daren't. Someone I won't mention might find them. I'll just come and knock on your door if that's okay.'

Matt nodded his understanding.

'We might not be here.' Jake pointed out.

'I'll take the chance. If nobody's in then I lose out, but if someone is then whoever is here can have me, how's that sound?'

'Sound's good to us.'



A Damsel in Distress



The story below is a collaboration with Jane. She starts off and I follow:

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I was in such a hurry to reach home on this rainy Friday afternoon, traffic was heavy on the expressway, and the weather was making it even worse. I was looking forward to a weekend of fun with some old friends and a couple of new guys that we had recently met at the club. It had been a few weeks since I had a good fuck session and I was ready, willing and able. I had brought my clothes to the office and changed in the bathroom in order to save time. I had decided to wear my new black leather skirt, which was just short enough to show the tops of my lacy thigh high nylons if I bent over. The silky low-cut blouse was cropped to just meet the top of the skirt and tied and the neck and back. It left plenty of access for my lover's hands to reach in front to caress my breast. I felt especially sexy when I chose red satin panties and bra to match and leather spike heels to match the red perfectly. I wore my long curly red hair in a natural windblown look that was easy to pull back or just let it hang loose. I was pleased with the reflection in the full-length mirror and with the reaction of several men in the elevator on the way down to the garage. 

Today was going to be my day and I sang a little song as I sped down the expressway---then it happened. The car sputtered, coughed and died. I managed to pull it over to the edge of the busy road. I thought, no problem, I will just use the cell phone and call the AAA Motor Club. I tried and tried but got no answer, it must be a busy day for motorists in need of assistance. The rain was getting worse and it was going to be dark in about 1 hour. Suddenly I looked up to see a friendly face approaching the car with a huge black umbrella. 
"Hello, are you in trouble?" 

I smiled back at you and relief flooded my being to see you were willing to offer me help. I also noticed that you were quiet tall and muscular and quiet good looking. After a few minutes of checking under the hood of the car, you decided nothing could be done here, and you offered to drive me to your home where I could use the phone and call either of help or possibly a friend to fetch me. I willingly run back to your car and feel safe with you. 
"My home is just a few miles down the road, and we will be there in no time." 
We make a few turns as we exit the expressway and I'm surprised to see that your home is at the end of a long deserted driveway, flanked on both sides with tall pine trees and deep underbrush. It is a feeling of going back in time and a little chilling. I wonder if I'm safe with you, then take a quick glance at your face and shake off the sudden fear.
......

My normal method of selecting potential new sexual conquests is by driving around the area searching for vulnerable ladies in distress. This lady stood out because of sexy lacy legs and a very cute ass protruding out of a magnificently low cut skirt, as she hunched over the bonnet of her car. As I drove past I nearly smashed into the car in front as I gazed almost staring into her breasts. I slammed on the breaks and pulled over to the hard shoulder. A damsel in distress? Here comes the night in shining armor. 
I pulled a spanner kit out of the trunk and walked over. It was a warm day and I was wearing khaki shorts a red Nike T and Jesus sandals. 'You need a helping hand young lady' I inquired. 
She stood up revealing her lovely pert breast once again. I couldn't keep my eyes of them. This lady was dressed to kill. She laughed and looked directly as my crotch. My cock was starting to stiffen as my mind raced with the endless possibilities of what I could get up to in the next few hours. We got chatting and she told me she was going to see some friends a few miles down the road for some fun. The way she said the word 'fun' was a dead give-away. She was going somewhere to get a damn good fuck. Well I wanted to be the man doing that so I suggested that we tow her car to my house, which was just round the corner. She could freshen up, while I tried to fix her car. There was no way I was going to fix her car but I needed to get back to my house so I could entrap her. Of course if she objected to my advances I would let her go but I thought somehow she was going to be putty in my hands. 
My house is a typical 'Desperate Housewife's' house, with a nice white picket fence. Very deceptive. I have dispensed of the large en-suite bathroom and turned it into dungeon. My bedroom is neatly decorated with fine wallpaper, a nice Victorian nude painting with a intricate gold frame and a large Queen Size four poster bed. I have a large Plasma TV screen mounted at the far end of the room I also have a small Plasma TV mounted in the far corner of roof of the four poster bed. The floor is covered with a high quality deep red shag pile carpet. The Dungeon room is to right of my bed. The floor of the dungeon is imitation flagstone and the walls are painted dark brown. The window is black out from the inside so there is no light coming in, only from the small chandelier hanging from the ceiling. To left of the door I have another large Plasma TV, wall mounted. Underneath the screen is a digital camera on a tripod, which has wheels. In side the dungeon I have a medical examination table, covered in black leather and restraining leather straps and a gag. At the end of the medical examination table I have a homemade 'fuck machine' which is motor mounted on a portable trolley. Connected to the PTO shaft is an adapter, which can take any shape and sized dildo.

As we are towing my car back to your house it gives me time to check out your entire package. The tall rugged frame topped by the flashing eyes and smile. I have to admit I was turned on by my thoughts of being in your house alone with you. I didn't stop to think that it would give you the home court advantage. I have always been mechanically inclined and you were surprised to see that I was quiet at home under the hood of the car helping you to solve the problem. The sun had now moved to the back of us and we both were getting warm not only from the sun. We both were aware of the other and you could smell the sexual tension between us. 
You stood up, laughed and suggested we go in, have a cool drink and a shower. We could come back to the car when it had cooled down some. The interiors of the house were dimly lit and cool, a welcome relief to the heat outside. I was surprised at the tone of your voice when you almost commanded that we would shower then have our drink and relax in the TV room. 
The bathroom was manly in black, white and grey accented by the blood red of towels, vases of roses and various jars of unknown liquids and gels. I stripped quickly and hopped into the large glass enclosed shower, directing the 4 separate shower heads to massage my body, the water turned to hot and almost too hot, but feeling wonderful on my skin. Suddenly the glass door opened and you stepped in, pushing me roughly to the wall pinning my arms to my sides.

"I have waited for this for a long time and I will enjoy every part of you."

It was almost a hiss before your lips crushed down on mine and your tongue invaded my mouth. When you raised your head you stared directly into my eyes and said, "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, it makes do difference to me." 
With that you spun me around, bent me over and rammed your rock hard cock home to the hilt. The pain and initial shock were soon replaced by intense pleasure as you fucked me at smooth steady pace. With each stroke you slapped my ass making a loud 'smack' sound. No one had ever hit me before and I was surprised at the pain and how much I liked the feeling. I was pushing my ass back towards you with each stroke. "That's right you slut, take it and love it." 
As I felt your balls start to tighten and your cock grow inside me, you hissed, "Cum for me now slut." And I felt the hot shooting of your sperm deep in me. I came with such a force that I needed you hands around my waist to keep me from falling to the wet tile floor. Gently you turn me around and begin to soap my body whispering soft sweet words in my ear. 
Your mood had changed from Dom to Sub in an instant. You are drying me off with a big fluffy red towel, rubbing my hair, I'm so relaxed that before I know what has happened you have blindfolded me and forced a gag in my mouth. The pain of the gag brings tears to my eyes 
and fear to my heart. 
My bare feet hit the cold stone floor of the dungeon, and I can smell the smoke of the several candles placed around the room. 
"You will either love me or hate in before this night is over", you say with an evil laugh. 
I feel you move away from me as I stand-alone in the room afraid to move or breath. You grab one hand and quickly I'm cuffed to a chain hanging from the ceiling, before I can fight back my other hand is restrained. I hear the purr of a motor and feel my arms being pulled up and up as my body is lifted until just my tiptoes are supporting my weight. You circle my body, touching gently as you walk around, almost lovingly. You stop at my back and before I know that you're about to hit me, I hear the swish of the leather strap through the air.
 ......

The sound of the stiff leather whip thrashing her lovely silken skin was delicious. Each whipping was harder in its intensity. I aimed the blows at her ass cheeks at first and then lowered the blows towards her pussy lips while weakening the intensity of the strokes. Her moans and muffled cries increased as the aim of the whipping lowered.

'Do you know why I'm punishing you?' I ask coldly.

'Because you are a dirty filthy Slut who needs punishing'. 

With that I gave another six soft blows against her pussy which triggered her off into a writhing orgasm. I let her calm down and took off her blindfold and gag, giving her a tender soft kiss. 'If you give in to my every command you will enjoy the experience my little defenseless slut'. With that I left the room.

I went to my bedroom and switched on the DVD player and the Plasma TV in the dungeon. I played one of my favorite porn videos of a nice middle 
aged housewife getting her brains fucked out by two extremely well endowed black guys. I left this run for 15-20 minutes while I went to the bathroom and prepared my tools for the next stage of the initiation.

I returned to the dungeon. She was now highly aroused, obviously extremely turned on but the porn playing on the TV. I turned the sound up on the 
TV so it was now quite load. I then gave a soft tender kiss and she responded by entwining our tongues. Lovely she was now becoming completely Sub to my Dominant demands. I then blindfolded her and gagged her once again. I then moved her across to the medical examination table and laid her on it with her arms hanging from the chains from the ceiling and her legs splayed open with her ankles chained to the bottom of the table.

I then left her in that position for a minute or so while I went to the bathroom to fetch my tools. I placed the bucket containing hot water, shaving foam and a razor blade onto the floor. I then fetched of the smaller vibrators from the shelf, switched in on and moved it slowly across the pussy lips of my totally defenseless Slut. She pushed her hips towards the vibrator trying to guide it into her pussy. I moved it away each time just focusing on rubbing the tip of the vibrator onto her clip lips. After a few minutes she got used to this. So I decided to give her a surprise. I reached up to the shelf and got a nice 10 inch black thick dildo. I continued to use, the small vibrator for another minute or so and when she was at least expecting it, I rammed the full length of the black dildo deep into her now dripping cunt. She gave out a muffled cry as I rammed it in very deep and hard, then pulled it completely out and then rammed it hard in again. 
 I carried on doing this for 5-6 minutes increasing the intensity of the strokes. This was just too much for her as she writhed hard on the medical examination table. As she was shuddering I pushed the dildo heard into her dripping wet cunt and left it there. She was obviously squeezing her pussy muscles against it forcing it out and I would just gently push it back in. She continued to writhe and moan. I then lowered my tongue to her clit lips and licked her lovely juices. 
After a while, with the dildo still buried deep in her cunt, I got a soapy sponge from the bucket and started wetting up around her pussy area. Once she was nice and wet I started to massage in the shaving foam. I think at this point she guessed what I was about do to. She continued to slowly fuck her large dildo which was still buried deep in her, as I raised the blade to her pubic hairs for the first time. The first strokes removed the bulk of the hair and I then took my time slowly and carefully shaving her pubic are a very finely. I cleaned up the area once with the sponge before
re-applying a thin layer of shaving foam. This time I went again the grain of the hairs so that I could get a very deep clean shave. She was now as clean as a baby's bottom. I tidied her up, removed the dildo from her pussy, dried her down and removed the gag and the blindfold. I raised her up and inquired 'Do you like my handy work?'
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I looked at my pussy, seeing it for the first time with no hair. It looked so new to me. The cool air of the room and the left over menthol from the
shaving cream gave me a tingling sensation that made me want to be licked right now. I raised my eyes to yours; you read my thoughts, nodded 
your head slightly and smiled. With relief I knew that the next session would be delightful and without the pain that you seemed to love to administer. You unhooked the chains from my arms and legs then led me to the beautiful Victorian bedroom, pushing me gently back onto the bed.

"Make yourself comfortable my dear, I shall return soon."

With that you left the room, dimming the lights as you walked out the door. I snuggled down on the pillows, sighed deeply and quickly fell asleep. 
It had been an exhausting few hours and my body craved some rest. I was dreaming that there was a heavy weight on my body, pinning me down 
making it hard for me to breathe. At the same time I had this wonderful soft 
feeling on my pussy, my clit and the outer lips. I opened my eyes to find a 
huge black man, actually from the video, sitting on my chest with his hard 
cock just inches from my mouth. I could not see around his body but I knew 
that you were between my legs working your magic on my pussy. Your tongue 
flicked over my hard clit teasing and biting then teasing it again. You moved 
your hand and slipped 2 fingers in deep, moving them around and up and
down...searching for just the right spot.

The black man stared into my eyes, "Call me Mark. You are here to please me, tell me what you want, but remember you may get more than you ask for."

"Mark, I want to suck your cock, please move closer to my mouth."

With that, you leaned forward on your arms, and I opened my mouth to speak, you shoved the erect member deep in my mouth.

"Suck this and suck it good, you little whore slut."

I started to suck with each stroke as you pulled it nearly out of my mouth before pushing it back in deep. I could feel the tip as it touched the back of my throat. It was so hard to concentrate on sucking when at my pussy you were working to make me cum like I have never before.

Wait" , you commanded.

"Do not cum in her mouth and you little slut, don't you dare cum yet
either."

Mark quickly moved from my chest and stood next to the side of the bed, his head lowered just waiting his next command. You moved up the bed, lying down next to me on your back. I was amazed to see how stiff and hard your cock was.

"Get yourself on top of me slut, and slide my cock in your hot wet pussy."

It was a command spoken in a tone that scared me yet thrilled me. I positioned my pussy over your cock and lowered myself in place, feeling the head spread my pussy lips then enter my hot hole. You placed you hands on my waist and pulled me snugly down, filling me completely.

"Now lay down on me and don't move."

Mark was now at my back, spreading my legs even more and climbing up 
closer and closer to me. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks as he spread them 
apart then I felt the tip of his huge cock at the entrance to my ass, pushing
steadily forward. The big head now in me, stretching my hole. The pain is bad and I bite my lip to keep from crying. Inch by inch he pushes it in, then with one final jab....he is totally inside me. I am now filled completely in both holes.
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She was screaming wildly now, obviously experiencing the pleasure of 
having my splendidly thick cock ramming her sloping wet cunt and Mark's 
splendidly large cock slowly jabbing as a her asshole. It did take long before 
she came to a shuddering climax, literally shaking with extreme abandon. Her 
eyes closed for a minute as if she was fainting but she awoke quickly as I
grabbed hold of her tit tops as squeezed them with my fingers as hard as I
could. She screamed again loudly as I increased the pressure on her nipples
as I rammed my cock deeper into her pussy.

I then asked Mark to get up and move over to the front. I crawled out 
and went behind her ass.
 'Slut I want you to taste what you Slut ass tastes of. Lick Mark clean. Make
him cum' I commanded.

Mark didn't waste anytime as was clearly gagging for blow job. She gobbled his cock greedily with long deep strokes. She lost all concentration though, as I rammed by short my very thick cock into her asshole, making her scream out in pain. To try and readdress the balance I rubbed her now dripping went pussy with my fingers, which she immediately responded to my pushing her pelvis onto my fingers.

'Go on Slut make that lovely black cock cum'

She responded my increasing the depth and speed of her strokes and I could
tell by the expression on Mark's face that he was just about to explode.

'Pull out Mark and cum over the little Slut's face'.

He did that immediately but not before shooting a stream of hot spunk over
her mouth, which the greedy little tart immediately licked up. Mark then shuddered a second and a third type spraying large thick globules of jism all over her face.

I continued to ram fast into her asshole but it was also getting to much for me.

'Mark, clean up this little Slut's pussy for me with your tongue, while she cleans up my cock'.

We swapped places and she swallowed my cock and began a lovely cock fuck with her mouth. Again she trembled as Mark tongue began to sweep across her
pussy lips, savoring the tastes. This was all too much for me and I pulled out quickly, firing my thin stream of dribbling cum all over her face. 
She also began to react to Mark's action with his tongue and she closed her 
eyes and trembled.

We also soon dozed off and awoke half an hour or so later. She said that she now really had to get to her friends house and would Mark and I like to come
over. We smiled at each other and agreed. We showed and changed and just
before we left I gave her DVD as a leaving present.

'This is what we got up to earlier, write from when you entered the shower. I'll add it to my collection and hope that you keep it as a souvenir.' 



A Damsel in Distress



Part one of a three part story


As soon as I entered Shop Rite, I heard a female voice calling me," Hey Meat, I'm over here Honey. Come here; for a minute, I want to talk to you, and ask you for a big favor."

I looked around to see who was calling me. Then I saw her, it was, Rosemarie Esposito! Christ I got so excited just by seeing her and hearing her voice that my heart started pounding and my penis began to twitch. 

God only knows, I've had a huge crush on Rosemarie and a wicked case of hot pants for her, from the first time I ever saw her, and that was on our first day in kindergarten. What more do I need to say; she's always been my heart throb and the main object of most of my adolescent masturbation fantasies.

Unfortunately for me, she's always been way out of my league. She's wasn't only, the most beautiful, most popular, and the smartest girl in school. All the cool guys were hot for her, too. To make matters worse, she comes from a very well to do, strict Roman Catholic, Italian family.

I'm an English Irish Catholic guy, from the wrong side of town and my only; claim to fame was I had biggest dick in school. Beside's that everybody though that I was a thug, because of where I lived.

Her cousin Wally and I are life long friends. Wally and his girl friend Janie, tried to fix me up with her one Friday night, and the four of us went out for pizza. I was so nervous about going out with her; that I started stuttering, when I tried to talk to her. 

Needless to say; I made a complete asshole out of myself, and blow any chances I may have ever had with her.

Nothing went right that night. Rosemarie had just broken up with some guy and she was sobbing and whining about him all evening with, Janie. To make matters worse, she had just gotten her period. Consequently, my date with my dream girl Rosemarie Esposito went right down the drain. 

Now there she was standing in the check out isle calling and waving, for me to come over to her. 

I couldn't help myself, and I rushed right over to her, like a big fool. I could hear myself muttering," Sure Rosemarie, I'll do anything for you! I'll be glad to do you a favor," and I didn't even know, what the she wanted! 

Rosemarie is a tall full figured beautiful girl. She had, her jet black pulled back into a long pony tail, her big brown bedroom eyes were sparkling, and she was wearing that gloss lipstick, that made her full lips look moist, and oh so kissable. 

She had her sunglasses perched up on top of her head, with a pair of large gold hoop earrings, in her ears, with a string of big white beads around her neck. She was wearing a short black low cut cotton summer dress that clung nicely to her perfect curves. 

I looked her over from head to toe admiring her beauty. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, because I could clearly make out the out line of her large full perky breasts, the big bumpy areolas that surrounded her gumdrop sized nipples.

As my eyes traveled downward over her body; I could see the indentation of her navel, the waist band of her panties, and her puffy mound of Venus, was clearly visible pressing against the front of her clinging dress. The short skirt of her dress only came haft way down, her well toned, tanned thighs, and she was wearing a pair of pink flip flops on her feet.

I just stood there; gawking at her, with my tongue hanging out, like a dog on a hot summer's day. God the effect this girl has on me is unbelievable. What more can I say? She's always been my dream girl.

Rosemarie was smiling at me as she took my hand in hers and said sweetly, "Meat, I've been trying to get up the courage to call you, and tell you how sorry I am, that our date didn't work out better."

Christ my heart jumped when she took my hand in hers. I instinctively wrapped my fingers around her soft warm hand and held it, like a teenager. 

She didn't seem to mind that I was holding her hand, she just continued on, with what she was saying, "Meat, I really need to ask you, for a big favor now. I was only planning on getting a few things, so I walked to the store. But as you can see; I got a little carried away! Now I need a ride home. I'll tell you what, if you give me a lift, I'll make breakfast for us."

I smiled as I said, "Sure I'll be happy to give you a ride home."

Rosemarie looked at me strangely as she said, "Meat, I thought you stuttered!"

I tried to sound cool as I said "I do when I'm around pretty girls, like you." After saying that; I got such a rumbling in my gut, that I was afraid, I was going to fart.

Rosemarie smiled as she asked, "Do you really think I'm pretty?"

I knew she was fishing for a compliment so I said, "Yea, Rosemarie, I think you're very pretty."

Rosemarie eyes were sparkling as she said," You're so sweet. I'm really sorry our date didn't go better, maybe the next time, things will be different. That's if, you ever want to go out with me again."

My heart jumped when I heard her say that. I wanted to say something to impress her, but I couldn't think of anything witty, to say. 

Just like always; I though to myself, when I'm around her, I just can't find the right words to say.

Rosemarie gently pulled her hand from mine, so she could pay for her groceries. I bagged them for her, and loaded the bags into her shopping cart. As we walked out of the store; I followed alone behind her, like a puppy dog, pushing her shopping cart. What I was really doing, was watching her lovely hips swaying from side to side and admiring her ass, as she walked. 

Rosemarie lived on the third floor of an old three family house in the city point area of New Haven. As I lugged her groceries up the steep narrow hallway stairs. I couldn't stop myself from peeking up under her skirt and admiring the backs of her long beautiful legs and the shapely round craves of her buns, under the sexy black lacy panties, she was wearing

Her apartment was tiny. I guess you could say it was cozy. As I tried to help her, put away her groceries. We kept bumping into each other and rubbing against each other. As our bodies touched, Rosemarie would blush and smile at me. And I'd get a thrill that would shoot right down to the end of my cock, than I'd grin back at her like a fool. 

I quickly discovered that Rosemarie is one of those; affectionate, friendly, feely touchy people, and that she never stops talking. 

I was trying to get to the icebox, to put her milk away, as she was going into the pantry. 

We were so close, that her breasts pressed hard against my chest, as she brushed past me, causing her nipples to become erect. Good God Almighty, I froze as her hard gumdrop sized nipples, scraped across my chest. She was so close; I could feel her body heat and smell the sweet scent of her perfume.

Christ, I got such a trill that I started having trouble breathing, and I think my heart stopped beating for a moment. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, pull her against me, and kiss her. 

But I didn't have the courage. 

Rosemarie was only inches away from me, when she looked into my eyes and said, with a slight quiver in her voice," Oh God Honey; Please believe me, I'm not a whore. 

"I know'' I said softly as I pulled her against me; to comfort her, I kissed her on the forehead and whispered," Rosemarie, I know you're not a whore." 

As I rubbed her back to reassure her, our bodies sorted of melted together.

While I held her in my arms Rosemarie stood up on her tip toes, and wrapped her arms around my neck, draping her soft warm body against mine, and we innately began pushing our hips, back and fourth against each others. 

I wanted to hold her like this forever, and never let her go. Then Rosemarie suddenly pushed herself away from me, and placed her hands on my chest, holding me at arms length. 

She still had tears in her eyes as she asked," What's wrong with me, am I really a slut, and I just don't know it?" 

I was shocked by the way she suddenly pulled away from me, but I managed to say," No Honey you're not a slut." Then I asked," Rosemarie, where are you getting the crazy idea that you're a slut? 

She replied," My Mother says that good Italian Catholic girls, like me, shouldn't like sex, and that good Catholic only have intercourse after they are married to make our husbands happy once in a while and to have children! 

Mommy also says that only whores like having sex and doing those other filthy dirty things that men like to do!" 

"Oh God No Rosemarie," I replied, Then I sucked in my breath, as I exhaled slowly, I went on to tell her," Sex isn't dirty, it's a normal physical desire and..." I couldn't help myself and started to laugh. 

Rosemarie looked at me like I was nuts, as she asked, "What else were you going to say?"

I did my best to stop laughing as I said, "Rosemarie everybody likes sex and its fun." I figured I better not say anymore or I'd get myself into trouble.

That seemed to comfort her, but there was still a slight tremble in her voice, as she said, "Thanks Honey." Then Rosemarie made us breakfast. We didn't say much while we ate. But I could tell that something else was bothering her; that she needed to talk about.

I helped her clear off the table and the stove. Rosemarie went into the pantry to wash the dishes. I picked up the dish towel, off the oven door and followed her into the tiny pantry.

I couldn't help brushing against her. As I moved around behind her my still semi erect penis brushed across her ass. The warmth and softness of her shapely butt against my manhood made it twitch, and my breath got catch in my throat 

Rosemarie jumped with a start, as she felt my cock rubbing across her butt. I just looked at her with a sheepish grin on my face and a chuckle in my voice as I coyly said," it's kind of cozy in here." Then I started drying the dishes. 

Rosemarie had a surprised look on her face, as she seen me drying the dishes and said, "Meat you're really are a special guy, thank you."

As she washed the dishes, the front of her little black dress got soaked. Now I could clearly see her large bumpy areolas and her stiff swollen nipples, through the thin fabric of her wet dress.

I couldn't help myself; I couldn't take my eyes off her tits. Rosemarie caught me staring at them and said angrily," go ahead, I know, that's all you want." 

She was also looking right down at the front of my pants. I had a wicked boner that was making the front of my jeans; stand out like a huge circus tent.

"Huh what, did you say Rosemarie?" I asked,

Rosemarie was trembling with rage as she said loudly, "go ahead feel them, that's all you want from me, is to get in my pants. You think I'm a whore! Don't you? That's all you men want from me is too..." Then she paused for a moment, sucked in her breath and sniffled as said angrily," That's all you men want to do is, Fuck Me!" Then she took my hands and placed over her tits. 

Christ only knows that I wanted to have her softball size boobs in my hands, for so long. 

I just couldn't help myself. I instinctively squeezed her soft squishy natural tits and rubbed my thumbs back and forth across her nipples. 

Rosemarie's sensitive nipples responded instantly and got hard; causing her to gasp for breath, wrap her arms around my neck as she instinctively thrust her hips forward against mine. 

I put my arms around her, kissed the top of her head, as I ran my hands down over her rubbery shapely ass cheeks and pulled her hips forward until they were tightly pressed against my mine. We began humping against each other like a couple of horny teenagers in a dark corner.

Rosemarie buried her face against my chest and burst into tears. Than she suddenly pulled away from me and ran into her bedroom, wailing through her tears," I'm nothing but a fucking whore! Meat all I ever think about is what it would be like to have you... do it, to me!"

I was dumb founded. I stood there for a moment wondering; now what the hell, did I do? I was going to leave; but instead, I turned around and like the big asshole that I am, when I'm around her, and hurried into the bedroom after her. 

She was laying face down on her bed with arms wrapped around a pillow whimpering, I could see her beautiful body convulsing as she sobbed. She had one leg pulled up to the pillow that she was clutching and clinging to. Her other legs was out straight. 

I felt perverted; as I looked down at her laying there, crying her heart out. But I couldn't take my eyes off her. The skirt of her little black dress was bunched up around her waist. 

The back of her lacy black panties had slide into the crack between her butt cheeks and the crotch of her panties was pulled tightly against her vagina. The crotch of her panties was, so wet that I could see the slit in the middle of her plump outer pussy lips.

I could also see the soft fine hairs on the backs of her legs and creamy moist flesh of her inner thighs. I had all I could do to keep from jumping on the bed, and kissing, and licking her ass, and the backs of her thighs. I wanted to, roll her over and eat her pussy so bad...but I didn't.

Instead I went over to her and sat down beside her and said, "Rosemarie, tell me what's going on?" 

She blurted out, "Meat I'm so scared. I don't know what to do. Ralph keeps calling me. He says," I'm his bitch and he's going to pimp me off. I told him not to call me anymore and I hang up on him. But, Meat, he just keeps calling me! " 

I rubbed her back and massaged her shoulders. My Irish temper was soaring, but somehow or other I managed to keep my voice under control as I said in the softest voice I could muster up, "Rosemarie, tell me the whole story!"

She rolled over, sat up, and put her head on shoulder, as she asked. "What do you want to know?" 

"Tell me everything about him, from the beginning." I said. 

Rosemarie said," I met him in a chat room. I felt sorry for him, he said his wife ran off with some black guy and she won't let him see their kids. We chatted for a while, and he asked if we could talk on the phone, I agree, and we discovered that we lived near each other. He asked if we could meet for a drink; I agreed to meet him.

I went to; this cocktail lounge, in a motel, down by the river, to meet him. When I saw him, he didn't look anything like his picture. He was a repulsive; mean looking man, he was much older then he said he was. Ralph had red pot marks on his face, and he was haft bald. He had body odor and bad breath, with yellow rotten looking teeth.

I was going to leave, but he saw me come into the bar. He rushed right over to me and started telling me how happy he was that I came, and how pretty I am and what a beautiful shape I have. 

I didn't know what to do; I wanted to run out of there. I tried to make an excuse to leave. But he insisted that I at least stay and have one drink with him. I reluctantly agreed to have one glass of wine with him. 

He found a table in the corner for us and went to the bar to get us our drinks. Meat, I'm not used to drinking, so it doesn't take much to get me drunk. But I think he put something in my wine.

As I sipped on my wine, I started getting warm and began to feel light headed. Ralph was telling me how happy he was to be with me. Then I felt his filthy hand under my skirt, on my thigh just above my knee. I put my hand over his to take it off my leg.  

Then everything started getting real fuzzy and out of focus. I could feel him sliding his dirty hand further up the inside of my leg. I tried to stop him, but I couldn't. I was getting so dizzy, and confused that nothing seemed real. 

Then I felt his hand was on my vagina. He must have pulled the crotch of my panties to the side, because I felt him pushing his finger going into me. I didn't want him to do that, but I just couldn't stop him.

Nothing seemed real. He voice sounded like he was far, far away. I could hear him saying something, about my cunt, being so freaking tight, that he couldn't wait to get me into the room and fuck the shit out of me.

He was so discussing, I tried to get up and leave. But I couldn't move and the room was spinning around wildly, as I felt him lifting me up. While he was walking me towards the door; He kept telling me how beautiful I am and what a great piece of ass I was going to be, and how much I was going to like the way, he was going fuck me!

The next thing I knew. I was alone and naked on top of a bed; in some dirty motel room. I had a big ugly red hickey on my neck and my pussy and anus were sore. I had dry sperm all over my vagina and the insides of my thighs."

"Holy Shit," I exclaimed, as I interrupted her, and when on to say," The bastard date raped you!" Then I though for a moment and asked," Rosemarie, were you checked for sexually transmitted diseases, and to see if he got you pregnant?"

Rosemarie nodded her head as she answered, "Yes, yes to both, I called Janie and she went to the doctors with me and I was checked for diseases and given the morning after pill. 

The doctor also put me on birth control pills. My test results came back negative, and I got my period on the night we went out! I was so happy I cried all night. I'm really sorry about our date. "

"Please go on, and tell me the rest of what happened?" I asked, 

"Okay, "she said, and started telling me the rest of what happened that night. 

"So I knew that bastard had his way with me. I felt sooo dirty, and used. Then I got angry at myself for being so stupid. I started to cry; as I got dressed, and I cried all the way home. 

As soon as I got home, I called Ralph, but I got his voice mail. So I left him a message telling him that I never wanted to see or hear from him again. 

Oh please believe me Honey; I would never have had sex with him willingly. 

I couldn't stop him."

I nodded my head in agreement with her, and told her to go on, and she did,

"Meat now he keeps calling me, and telling me, that I wanted him to fuck me, and what happened was entirely all my fault. Honey he keeps saying I'm his bitch whore, and that he's going to pimp me off. If I don't do what he says, he'll show my naked pictures to my patents. 

Oh God Meat, I'm so afraid of him meat, what am I going to do?"

When she told me what happened; my Irish temper instantly reached the boiling point, and I could feel the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

I kissed her on the forehead as I said with angry tremble in my voice, "don't worry about it Rosemarie, I'll take care of that prick. Give me his phone number." 

She had a worried expression on her face as she said." Please Honey, don't do anything stupid. He might hurt you and I don't want you to get into trouble, because of me."

I repeated sternly, "Just give me his phone number, I'm a big boy, and I can take care of myself." 

She reluctantly gave me his phone number. Then she looked in the mirror over her bureau, when she seen herself, she sighed," Oh My God Honey, look at me, I'm a mess!" 

I couldn't help myself and giggled when I looked at her! She looked like a raccoon, with her eye makeup smeared all around her big red blood shot eyes. 

Rosemarie, said," Meat don't laugh at me; I'm going to wash my face."

End of Part One 

To be continued in part two

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A Damsel in Distress Ch. 02



While Rosemarie was in the bathroom, I called my friend and her cousin Wally, and gave him, Ralph's phone number. I told Wally to find out everything he could about Ralph. 

It is amazing what a computer genius like Wally, can find about a person, from just a simple phone number!

When Rosemarie finally came out of the bathroom, she sat down across my lap and put her head on my shoulder. Then she sucked in her breath she said, "Please Meat, don't do anything that will get you into trouble. I'm not worth it; I'm just a dirty fucking whore." 

Seeing her hurting like this was killing me. However, hearing her repeatedly calling herself a whore and down grading herself was starting to get me mad. I said, "Stop it Rosemarie, you're not a whore! What happened to you was not your fault! That bastard, drugged you, and took advantage of you. You were powerless to stop him."

Then I put my arms around her and rocked her like a baby. She wrapped her arms around my neck, laid her head on my shoulder and sniffled.

I kissed her on the cheek, as I whispered to her, "its okay, Honey. I will take care of that prick! Everything is going to be all right. " 

I could smell her sweet perfume, as I began massaging her neck and shoulders with one hand while I rubbed the fingertips of my other hand up and down her spine. 

Rosemarie sucked in breath and she rubbed her watery eyes on the sleeve of my tee shirt. Then she looked at me with her big red blood shot eyes and said, "Meat please believe me, I'm not a whore!" 

I answered her, abruptly and said firmly, "Stop it Rosemarie, enough is enough. I know you're not a whore." 

She looked stunned for a second then she sniffled as said meekly," Okay." 

I didn't know what was wrong with me, there was just, something about this girl, this young woman, that was making me feel strange inside, I wanted to make her feel safe and secure. However, most of all; I just wanted to make her happy! 

I gently caressed her cheek with my fingers tips, while I tenderly kissed her forehead, eyelids. When I kissed the tip of her nose, she giggled. As I kissed her cheeks, I could taste her salty tears.

Rosemarie was breathing hard trying to catch her breath, as she whispered innocently, "Meat I want you to really kiss me." She turned her head towards me, closed her red blood shot eyes, and opened her mouth a little, waiting for me to kiss her. 

I closed my eyes, parted my lips and brushed them lightly a-crossed hers. 

When our lips touched, I felt a little shiver go through her body. Our lips joined together tenderly at first, then the tip of her tongue darted between my lips, into my mouth as her arms tightened, around my neck

Then she pulled her lips away from mine, put her head against my chest, and sobbed, "Oh Meat, I'm so scared of him." I dropped my hand from her cheek and let it fall down on her lap.

I kissed on the forehead again and whispered to her, as reassuringly as I could," You do not need to be afraid of him anymore. I'll talk to Ralph, and I'll make sure, that he stays far, far away from you."

Then she looked into my eyes and kissed me on the cheek. Then our lips met again, as I lightly ran my fingertips over the side of her face, brushing them over her ear.

Rosemarie shuttered and sucked in her breath and sighed," Ahhh Honey, please do not do that? It makes me shiver," when she felt my fingers tips caressing her ear. 

As our kiss intensified, our hungry mouths, locked together feverishly. When the tips of our tongues touched, I got an intense erotic thrill that traveled right down to the tip of my pulsing penis. 

I instinctively ran my hand up her ribcage to the side of her breast, and then I moved my hand over boob and squeezed it. 

Rosemarie let out a little sigh of desire, when she felt me massaging her bust.

She suddenly pulled her mouth off mine, slid off my lap, laid down on her side, next to me on the bed. She gazed up at me, with an unmistakable sexual longing in big brown blood shot eyes and sighed passionately," Honey please, I want you to...I need you too."

I turned on my hip, rolled over on my side, and laid down next to her.

Rosemarie's face was flushed and she had this dreamy lustful look, in her haft-closed eyes, and she was breathing heavily through partially opened mouth. I turned my head slightly, parted my lips to match hers, closed my eyes, and tenderly covered her sweet soft lips with mine.

When our lips touched, I felt her body began to tremble. Then Rosemarie darted her tongue into my mouth. 

As tips of our tongues touched and began playing. I started getting little erotic chills that ran wildly throughout my body causing even move blood, to surge into my already stiff pulsing erection. 

We continued to kiss deeply, passionately, with our tongues exploring each other's mouths. I could not help myself and cupped her soft full tit again, causing her to shudder in erotic pleasure. 

Rosemarie gasped, as she covered my hand with hers, holding it firmly on her boob. As I rubbed my thumb roughly across her, stiffen nipple. She started trembling, and unconsciously lifted her knee up and pressed it against my hip. Then she began grinding her pelvis, against mine. 

Rosemarie was going wild. She pushed her tongue deeper into my mouth, and swirled it around mine, while I pinched and pulled on her harden nipple. 

Rosemarie pulled her tongue from my mouth, and pleaded in her soft voice, between our parted lips. "Oh God Honey Please, I want you, to do it, to me...So bad."

I was totally lost in the pended up sexual desire that I had for her. I had my mouth a faction of an inch from hers, as I excitedly blew my words into her mouth," Tell me, tell me what you want, Rosemarie?" 

I wanted to hear her, saying those words to me, for so long. The words that I have masturbated to, so many times, trying to imagine her, telling me that she wanted me, to fuck her! 

In all honesty, there was something else that, I have always wanted to hear her say to me. 

Then she answered, "I want you to make love to me. " My heart began pounding in my chest as I though to myself, Oh God, she wants me too; she really wants me to...

Then she asked, "Does that mean; I really am a whore? Tell me the truth, what's wrong with me?"

I sucked my breath, and tried not, to sound frustrated, as I said, "Honey, there's absolutely nothing wrong with you! You're human, with human needs and desires."

She sighed as she asked, in her soft cute little girl's voice. "Meat, does mean that you really like me, or are just saying that, so you can use me?" 

I kissed her eyelids, as I answered, "Rosemarie, I've always liked you, and I've always wanted you, to be... my girl friend." 

As soon as those words came out of my mouth. I knew that, I made a complete asshole out of myself...again! 

Then she shocked me as she said. "Oh Honey, you should have told me, that you liked me before? Because I have always liked you too."

I did not know what else to say or do, so I kissed her. 

She sighed as our mouths joined together again and locked in another deep passionate kiss, with our tongues playing with each others; first in her mouth, and then in mine. 

As we searched each other's souls with our tongues, I rubbed my hand over her ass cheek, and squeezed it, while I fondled breast with my other hand. When I pinched her swollen nipple between my thumb and index finger, Rosemarie reached over, grabbed my ass cheek, and dug her fingertips into it. Then she stated roughly thrusting her hips forward, slamming them, against mime. 

The feel of her soft warm body pressed tightly against mine, was starting to drive me crazy, with desire. I could not help myself; I took my hand off her tit, placed it on her thigh, and slid it under the hem of her skirt up over her hip. 

Then I got brave and moved my hand over the soft warm spongy cheek of her shapely butt, as I pulled her against me, the short skirt of her little black dress rode up to her waist. I held her against me, by the warm cheek of her butt and began pumping my hips harder against her. 

Rosemarie unconsciously slid her leg over my hip and began passionately pushing herself back against me. 

We continued to kiss, and ramming our hips together with my bulging erection pressing against her panty-covered mount of Venus. She forced her tongue back into my mouth, and pulled me over on top of her.

The sweet scent of perfume and the feel of her soft warm body under me was intoxicating me, and driving me crazy with desire and lust. Rosemarie wrapped her arms and legs tightly around me, and whispered softly between our lips, "Honey. I want you to," 

"Oh God Rosemarie, tell me what you want," I begged. 

She paused for a moment, as if trying to find the right words. Then she sucked in her breath and said sweetly," I want you to make love to me" 

Her words were like music to my horny ears. However, because of her screwed up emotional state of mind, I forced myself to get off her. "Rosemarie, are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, 

"Yes" she replied loudly without hesitation, "and went on to say," Honey; I have wanted you to do it, to me, for as long, as I can remember. When I'm, you know...When I'm playing with myself, I'm pretending it's you doing it to me."

Holy Shit, I almost came in my pants, when she said that!

Then she got a hurt look in her eyes as she asked, "Don't you want to do it to me? I always though you wanted to do it, to me."

I couldn't believe what was happening. I've wanted her for so long, that it just didn't seem real. 

I did not want to screw up her head and ruin it. So naturally, I answered her stupidly, and said, "Oh God Yes Rosemarie, I've wanted you forever. But are you sure, you really want this, Honey?" 

Yes." she responded, "Yes Meat, I really; want you to, do it to me. Now stop acting like a jerk, and let's do it."

My heart was pounding as I took her hand, pulled her up off the bed and onto her feet. I wrapped my arms around her waist, slid my hands down over her shapely buns, and pulled her against me. 

As our lips touched, I slid my tongue into her warm moist mouth. She put her arms around my neck, as the tips of our tongues touched, we flicked the ends of them against each other's. 

When she felt my hands on her soft, yet firm rubbery ass cheeks, she shuddered and jerked her hips forward jamming her self, against aroused manhood.

As I slid my hands down to hem of her dress, Rosemarie pulled her mouth off mine, lifted her arms up, so I could pull her dress up, over her head. Then I dropped it on the floor.

Rosemarie was beautiful standing there in her black lacy panties. Her large breasts have just a slight sag to them, but they were upturned and perky, her large dark reddish brown gumdrop size nipples were stiffen and swollen. 

She has a nice waistline with a sexy looking naval, lovely full hips and thighs, with long beautiful legs, that I wanted to have wrapped around my head. I just could not help myself, and stood there like a fool, for a moment gawking at her beauty. 

Then I whispered," Oh God Honey, you are so beautiful." Rosemarie blushed as she said, "Oh God Meat, thank you, and you're such a hunk, that I get wet every time I look at you."

I was still starring at her and I could make out the outline of her dark triangle of pubic hair through her thin black lacy panties; I could also see the soft fine hairs on her thighs. 

What can I say? I love girls with dark complexions, and hair, with big brown eyes and hairy pussies. 

Rosemarie blushed as I admired her, and asked, "Don't you think I'm too fat and hairy?"

"Hell No I think you're perfect, I think you're the most beautiful, sexist woman, in the whole world." I replied.

Rosemarie was blushing and smiling as she peeled off her panties and dropped them on the floor. Then she pulled my tee shirt up over my head; and dropped down on her knees in front of me, and unbuckled my pants. 

As she pulled my pants and under shorts down, my cock sprang out, and hit her on the nose.

She gasped and asked," Meat are all guys, penis's this big? Wally and Janie said that you have the biggest dick, they have seen!" 

I was blushing, and shaking my head from side to side, trying not to laugh as I said," No Rosemarie, my cock is no bigger than other guys."

Her eyes were wide as she held it in her warm clammy hand. She looked it over as if she was examining it. Then she cupped my testicles and squeezed them, causing me to jump and groan.

She was wide eyed as she asked," did that hurt you?" 

I answered," No, but if you do that, too hard, it will." 

"Oh, I'm sorry", she replied them she continued pulling down pants and my under shorts. 

As she stood up, Rosemarie said," Kick off her pants and take off your shoes and socks, "Then she sat down on the edge of the bed facing me. 

I did what she told me to do, and stripped.

We looked into each other's eyes as I cupped her full breasts and rubbed my thumbs over her swollen nipples. She smiled; sucked in breath, closed her eyes as I pinched and pulled on her erect nipples, sending little shivers of passion all through her body. 

Rosemarie reached down and put her warm hand on my rock hard cock and squeezed it again and began stroking it up and down, causing me to groan," Rosemarie, please don't do that or you'll make me cum." 

While I played with her breasts and tweaked her nipples. Rosemarie started muttering softly," Oh God Meat, it's so big and hard, it's not going to hurt me, is it?" 

"No," I giggled as I kissed her and slid my hand down over her hairy mount of Venus until my hand was over her pussy. Rosemarie looked up at me, said," I don't think you should be touching me there.", then she took my hand off her vagina.

Then she wiggled around on the bed until she was lying flat on her back in the middle of the bed. Her large breasts fell slightly towards her sides. Her huge dark areolas had goose bumps all over them and her gumdrop-sized nipples were all puffed up and hard.

Her stomach was flat and her mount of Venus had a nicely trimmed triangle of dark brown pubic hair on it, over her completely shaved snatch.

While Rosemarie waited for me to lie down next to her, she subconsciously spread her legs causing her pussy to open slightly, exposing the light pink colored inner lips of her vagina. 

I lay down on my side beside her. Rosemarie cuddled up by my side. She looked at me with that, dreamy kiss me; look in her big dark brown bedroom eyes.

I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, as our lips met, I instinctively put my hand between her thighs again and covered her vagina.

As Rosemarie has felt my hand on her snatch, she jerked her hips up, pushing pussy against my hand, and sighted softly, between our parted lips, "Oh God Honey, why are you doing that to me? That's so nasty, but it feels good." 

I sucked her, lower lip into mouth and flicked the tip of my tongue from side to side across it. Rosemarie started squirming around against my hand and I could feel her legs beginning to quiver. 

Rosemarie managed to suck my lower lip into her mouth, just as I slipped my middle finger between the wet folds of her tender womanhood. She gasped, and moaned," Oh God Honey, you're not supposed to be, doing that to me!" 

Then her innate primal carnal desirers, must have taken took control of her. Because she arched her hips up, off the bed trying to get my invading finger deeper inside her warm moist pussy.

I kissed her cheek, nipped her ear lobe as I tenderly rubbed my fingertip a-crossed her little bundle of nerves. Rosemarie was panting, "Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm, "as lifted and lowered her hips against my hand. 

When I sucked on that hot spot between her neck and shoulders, Rosemarie shuttered and had a mini orgasm. Moaning, "Oh God Honey, Please do it to me, I want to feel you, inside me." 

I ignored her because I wanted to make it last. I kissed over her shoulders and down her chest until I had my lips on her breast. When I licked around her large bumpy areolas, and flicked the tip of my tongue, a crossed the tip of her stiff swollen nipple, Rosemarie's body started trembling and she began gasping, and panting," Ahhh, ahhh." 

She was wildly jerking her hips up and down, trying to get my finger deeper inside her. As I sucked her nipple into my mouth and nibbled on it. When I pushed my middle finger deeper into her, extremely tight warm wet love cannel. She bucked her hips up and had another mini orgasm.

She was so hot and horny, that she panting and pleading, "Oh God Honey, please you're driving me crazy I need you, to do it to me, now." Then she pulled me over on top of her. 

As I got on top of her, I held myself up over her by arms length, looked down into her eyes, and asked her again, "Are you sure?" 

She nodded her head up and down, as she said in a slightly frustration voice," Good God Honey, you are driving me nuts! Now will you please; do it to me?" 

I took my cock in my hand and rubbed it over her vagina, as I grinned down at her and asked playfully, "Tell me what you want?"

Rosemarie was breathless muttering, "Ooooh God Honey, Please I want this sooo bad and I've wanted you for so long. Now stop fooling around, and do it to me!" 

When she felt the head of my cock slip between her moist pussy lips and nudge up against her tight wet opening, she sucked in her breath and sighted," Please be gentle with me, Honey."

In answer, I lovingly kissed her forehead, as I slowly eased the head of cock into her warm moist hole. 

Rosemarie's eyes rolled back in her head in ecstasy, and she gripped the bedcovers. As felt me going into her, spreading her open, and filling her with my hard swelled manhood.

She bit my ear lobe and whispered, "Oh God Honey that feels so good. I ..." 

But she didn't say anymore, as I pushed myself deeper into the depths of her womanhood; Rosemarie wrapped her legs around my waist and began mumbling, and moaning in a low voice" Oh God Honey, Please push it, all the way into me." 

The deeper into her I went, the louder she moaned.

When the head of my man meat hit her cervix, she nipped my neck and gasped," Oh Christ Meat that feels sooo good."

As I slowly started sliding in and out of her, I noticed that every time, the head of my cock hit her cervix; she gasped and the muscles inside her love cannel would clamp tighter around my cock causing her to jerk her hips up sighing, "ahhh, ahhh, ahhh. That's it Honey, do it harder. Please Honey, do it faster. I think I'm going to have an orgasm."

Christ I was going insane from being inside this beautiful wanton wonderful woman; that I have wanted, for as long as I could remember. I could not help myself, I wanted to be gentle and loving with her, but knowing that she liked it hard and deep was driving me nuts with a wild animal lust, that I could not control. 

I quickly began to ram it all the way into her and then slowly pull it almost all the way out of her and then slam it, all the way back into her again. Causing her to gasp, and lift her hips up, to meet my every down ward thrush. 

The next thing I knew Rosemarie was digging her fingertips into my shoulder blades, jerking and bucking wildly under me, while she sucked on my neck, unknowing giving me a love bit; that was driving me insane with lust. 

Then she arched up hips, as her whole body went rigid, and the muscles of her womanhood clamped around my invading penis. Then I felt a warm rush of fluid gushing out of her pussy, around my cock, and soaking the bed under us.

Rosemarie's body was still quivering and shaking from her orgasm, the muscles inside her pussy were still holding me deep inside her warm wet box. 

With her arms around my shoulder and her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, Rosemarie whispered into my ear, "Ooooh, God Meat that was awesome. Now I want to feel you coming inside me!"




A Damsel in Distress Ch. 02



As soon as I began, sliding in and out of her tight wet clinging pussy again. I felt the tingling and the pressure building up in my balls to point of no return. I could not hold out, any longer, even if I wanted too.

I exploded in her, spurting large gobs of my warm creamy sperm deep inside her hungry wet pussy. I heard myself saying," Oh God Rosemarie, you have no idea how long I've wanted to be with you like this."

I thought I heard her saying, "Really Meat, do you really want to be with me. You are not just saying that. I..." 

However, her voice sounded like it was sooo far, far away that I could hardly hear her.

I rolled over on my back pulling her over on top of me, with my shirking penis still inside her as I held her tightly against me, never wanting to let her go, as our love juices trickled out of her over my groin.

I felt her put her head on my chest: as she cuddle up on top of me. Rosemarie was talking, telling me how much she like it. As I drifted, off into a deep restful sleep. 

I woke up a few hours or so later. We had a blanket over us now. Rosemarie was awake; but she was still naked, and cuddled up next to me. 

She was full of questions," Did you sleep well? Did you enjoy it? This wasn't a one time thing, was it?" 

I answered, "No, at least, I hope it's not a one time thing and yes to all the rest of your questions." I replied and asked," how about you? Was it as good for you, as it was for me?" 

She looked at me smiling, and said," it was wonderful, and I want to be with you forever. "

I said," Rosemarie, I need to go and see Wally. There's something I have to do, or we'll never be able to be together."

Rosemarie had a concerned expression on her face as she asked," What are you going to do?"

I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead as I said, "Don't worry about it." Then I got dressed and went over to Wally's apartment. 

When I arrived at Wally's, He was waddling around the kitchen ranting and raving about what happened to Rosemarie. He was so mad that his face was bright red. 

Wally glared at me, as he said sternly, "Meat, that guy's dangerous. He is not only a registered sex offender; he is also a low-level drug dealer! To make matters worse, He is on probation now, for more drug related charges. So whatever, you do, do not fuck around with that asshole. 

Believe me when I tell you this! I am going to fix that fucking bastard one way or another. Meat, Promise me you will call me the minute you get through talking with that prick! I want to know everything that he says and does."

I looked at my friend curiously and wondered what he was planning on doing. One thing I know for sure about Wally, is that you do not want to get on his wrong side, because he is one very smart, vindictive man!

Then I nodded in agreement with him and said, "Okay Wally, I'll call you the minute I get through talking to him, don't worry about me. I'm a big boy." 

Then he handed me a printout with all of Ralph Petrillo's pendant information on it. His picture and his physical description, He's six feet three inches tall, and he weights, one hundred ninety-five pounds, and he has brown hair and eyes, his date of birth, 2/13/1970

There was also had a copy of his extensive police record. 

It also contained his place of employment, what kind of car he drives, and his license plate number. His home address and his wife's first name and her maiden name, and the names of there four children.

The printout also had some very interesting, useful information about his wife's notorious father!

Wally gave me an evil knowing grin and sniggered as he said," You're a crazy fuck, if you get arrested call me, and I'll bail you out."

End of Part 2 

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To be finished in part three

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The Dirty Old Man



A Damsel in Distress Ch. 03



It was foggy damp night and there wasn't a visible star in the gray overcast skies above. I was lurking in the dark shadows under a big old weeping willow tree, listening to the crickets, chirping their mating calls. I usually love the peaceful serene sounds of the crickets. But not tonight; tonight, I had other more important things on my mine.

I was trying my best to blend into the darkness under that old weeping willow tree. I was dressed completely in dark clothes; I was wearing a dark blue Yankee baseball cap, a navy blue hooded sweat shirt, a pair of dark blue jeans, with a pair of black socks and a pair of black sneakers on my feet. I was even wearing a tight pair of black leather sports gloves. 

The tree I was standing under was in the far corner of a parking lot, behind a depressing old nursing home for low income senior citizens. There was an old beat-up dirty gray dodge mini van, with a flat front tire, on the front driver's side, parked in the corner of the parking lot, not far from where I was standing

I was watching the back door of this depressing old rundown convalescent hospital waiting for their orderly to finish his shift. I was so full of anxiety that I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, and my stomach was churning while I waited. I knew I had to confront this guy, and resolve the issues he was causing for Rosemarie once and for all. 

I saw the back door open as Ralph stepped out onto the back porch and light a cigarette. As he took a couple of quick puffs on his cancer stick, the red glow from the coffin nail illuminated his ugly red pot marked face. 

Ralph stood there for a couple of long minutes smoking and looking around the parking lot. When he saw that his car, had a flat tire, he swore loudly, "Ah Shit," and then I heard him mumbling," now what the fuck." He was shaking his head in anger and frustration as he approached his old clunker. 

I remained under the tree while he walked across the parking lot. When he got to his car, he kicked his front fender, and cursed, "Ah fucking son of a bitch..." 

He didn't see me as I walked out from under tree. When I go by his side, I tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Ralph I want to talk to you." 

I must have startled him; because he jumped, sucked in his breath and held it, as he turned around, until he was facing me. He had a surprised expression on his angry evil looking pot marked face. He looked me up and down trying to size me up. Then he asked boldly, with a snarl in his gravelly voice, trying to intimidate me. "Who the fuck, are you, and what the hell do you want with me, kid?"

He paused for moment, as a smirk came over his repulsive looking face as he said," Ahhh, I know what the fuck, you want kid."

Then he snickered, and grinned nastily at me, as he said in his raspy smokers voice," I bet your girl friend won't give you, any pussy! So you want to buy to some roofies from me, right?" 

Then he smirked at me, and said knowingly, "Those freaking things really work, kid! I slipped them into the drinks of a few hot young broads that I picked up, on line." 

Then he laughed smugly as he said, "Then I took them to a cheap motel room." 

While he was nodding his head up and down; he snickered at me nastily, and said "I gave all those dumb young cunts a big red hickey, to remember me by, while I fucked the shit out of them."

Ralph had an evil grin on his repulsive red pot marked face as he said in his gravelly voice," Don't worry about Kid, I've got the good stuff, that won't turn color, when you drop it her drink! 

How many, do you want, Kid? I got the real good stuff, stashed right here, under the front seat of my car. Oh yea, I got some other, good shit too. I got some weed, and I even got a little dope." 

I could feel my insides trembling with rage, but I remained outwardly calm as I replied in a stern voice, "Ralph, I want you to stay away from Rosemarie, and stop bothering her. I also want you to delete her phone number and the pictures you told of her with your cell phone!" 

My stomach was churning, and I could feel, my body, and hands starting to tremble with rage. 

I don't like confrontations. I'm really not a tough guy. But like most guys, I've had my fair share childhood fist fights. I've also had to spar in my karate classes, many years ago, when I was in high school.

I knew if Rosemarie and I were ever going to have any kind of relationship. I had to take matters into my own hands and settle this once and for all. Because, I knew that scumbag, would never leave her along, if I didn't. 

Ralph looked me over, put his cigarette in the corner of his mouth and said," Are going to make me, Asshole?" With that said he put his hands on my shoulders and shoved. When I didn't move backwards, he got a surprised look on his face. 

Then this wild crazed expression came over his ugly red pot marked face, as he shouted angrily." Screw you punk, I'll fuck, anyone I want too, and it's none of your freaking business. Now you stay away, from my fucking whores!"

Then he smirked and snickered, as if he was some kind of tough guy, and said" That is, unless you want to pay for some of their fine young tight pussies." 

Then he paused for a moment, and started grinning like he just though of something funny and said, "Kid for the right price. I'll ever let you fuck my fat wife." then he laughed and smirked at me.

I glared at him as I said, "Ralph, I'm not fucking around with you! Stay the hell away from her, or else!"

He took another puff on his cigarette, as he exhaled; he slammed his cigarette down on the ground. 

Then he glared at me, spread his legs about shoulder width apart, raised arms, doubled up his fist, and took a wild swing at me, as he said," come on punk, your asking for this..." 

I brought my left arm up in a sweeping motion and easily brushed his punch to the side; I stepped forward; brought my right arm up, from my side, rolling my fist over, just like I was taught to do, so many years ago in my self defense classes, that I had to take, when I was in high school.

My punch slammed into Ralph's open mouth mashing his lips back against his teeth, spilling his lips open, my second blow landed solidly on the bridge of his nose, breaking it, with a loud cracking sound. 

Ralph's head sapped back, causing him, to step backwards. He put his hands, up over his bloody face, trying to protect himself, from further punishment. 

His legs were still shoulder width apart; as I stepped in, raised my knee up above my waist, turned my foot down towards the ground. Then I snapped my lower leg out, and upward, as hard, and as fast as I could, smashing the top of my foot into Ralph's genitals, lifting him up off his feet.

Ralph screeched loudly in pain, as the top of my foot mashed into his private parts. 

As I brought my foot back down to the ground. Ralph took his hands off his bleeding face, put them between his legs, and closed his thighs tightly around his hands, dropped down on his knees. Then he bend over forward until his forehead was touching the ground, moaning and groaning in agony, as he rolled over onto his side, and curled up in the fetal position, whimpering, "Ohhh, Ohhh God, my fucking my balls hurt."

He just laid there on the ground, for a moment, whimpering and bleeding profusely from his broken nose and his spilt lips, holding his aching nuts, with a dazed confused look in his watery eyes, like he could not believe, what just happened to him! Then he looked up at me, in shocked disbelieve, as he said "Kid you really fucked me up, bad! Please don't hurt me anymore." 

I felt good, I felt really good, as I looked down at him, I felt like a freaking hero or something. 

Then I said, "Look Ralph I'm not fucking around with you. If you don't leave Rosemarie alone, I'll call your White Supremacist Father, and tell him, that you're going around telling everybody that his baby girl is shacking with some black guy."

I stood there for a moment, letting Ralph absorb my words, and then I smirked down at him and said like a tough guy, "You know Ralph, I do not think your Father In-law would like to hear that you offered to pimp off his daughter to me, either."

I was bullying this bastard, and I was enjoying myself doing it. Then I said, "You know Ralph, I know where your father lives. His name and address are always in the news papers!"

Ralph looked up at me with fear in his teary red eyes as he, "Please man, don't say anything to him, that crazy son of a bitch, will kill me! If he ever heard that I said anything like that, about his precious baby girl."

Then I remembered, what he said about giving the girls he date raped hickeys, to remember him by. 

I wanted to kill him, I wanted to stomp on him, and I wanted to kick his ugly freaking face in. But somehow or other I managed to keep myself under control and said, "Ralph when you look in the mirror, and see your broken nose and those black eyes. I want you to remember me."

Ralph said," Okay, Okay man, don't fucking worry about it, were cool right? I already forgot all about her. I don't want anymore trouble with you! But please buddy, do not say anything to my Father!" 

I gave him a discussed look and said," Now give me your freaking cell phone." My insides were trembling and I was afraid that I was going to go into a violent red rage and really hurt that bastard. 

Ralph, looked up at me and started to say something, but he changed his mind, took one hand off his aching nuts, reached into his pants pocket, pulled out his cell phone, and handed it to me.

I found a lot of discussing pictures, of young girls, that looked like they were either unconscious, or dead, laying naked on top of a dirty bed, in a cheap motel room, with semen all over their legs and lower bellies.

I finally found Rosemarie's pictures and phone number and I deleted them. I was going to delete the rest of the pictures and phone numbers. But I started to hear a commotion coming from the back of the hospital, and the parking lot lights, were coming on.

I dropped his phone his chest, looked down at him and said," Ralph I don't ever want to see, or hear from you again. If I do, you'll regret it." 

Then I turned and hurried back through the trees, jumped over a fence, scurried through a couple of back yards, until I came down the hill to the main street. 

As I walked towards the McDonalds on Kimberly Avenue to get my car, I remember Wally's instructions. So I took out my cell phone, turned it on and called him. 

He answered instantly and asked franticly, "What the fuck happen?" 

I told him about Ralph trying to sell me Roofies, and drugs. Wally got all excited and told me, to call Rosemarie. Then he said, there's something, I have to do, and he hung up, on me!

When I walked into the McDonald's parking lot, I heard sirens blaring. I looked around just in time to see a couple of police cars going up the hill and pulling into the parking lot, of that old nursing home, that I just came out of. 

I called Rosemarie, she answered her phone instantly asking, "Are you alright, what happened? I was so worried." 

As soon as I heard her voice; my insides started to tremble, and my macho, tough guy, facade began to crumble. I couldn't help myself. I began to stutter and mumble, when I tried to tell her, Ralph won't be bothering you anymore.

Rosemarie said nervously, "Meat come over here right now and tell me what happened."

When I pulled up in front of Rosemarie's house, she came running down the sidewalk. As I got out of my jeep, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and began kissing me all over my face. 

God she felt so good in my arms, I never, ever, wanted to let go of her. 

She pulled away from me, took my hand, and led me up the side walk. She was nervously talking a mile a minute, asking me, all kind of question, but she never stop talking long enough, for me to answer any of them.

She looked awesome in her tight blue jeans and the black sweater that she was wearing. 

But I really wasn't interested in the way she looked. I had this huge lump in my throat, my insides were churning, and my body was beginning to tremble, as I followed along behind her up the stairs.

I don't what it is about her. But somehow or other I always manage to make a complete asshole out of myself; whenever, I'm around her. 

As we walked into her little apartment; I knew I was going to lose control of my emotions any second. Rosemarie turned towards me, looked into my eyes and asked, "Are you alright Honey?"

That's all it took! I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her tightly against me, put my head on her shoulder and began sobbing like a baby, "Oh God Rosemarie, I'm not a thug... I'm not a bad person." 

Rosemarie whispered," It's alright, let it out, I know you're a good person." 

I don't know how long I stood there like that, making a complete asshole out of myself. I finally managed to regain my composure and said, "I'm sorry Rosemarie, I couldn't help it. " 

She kissed my eyes lids, as said softly, "Let me kiss away your tears. It's alright; you needed to get that out of your system. I'm honored, that you shared your tears with me, like I shared my tears with you earlier today." 

"Thanks," was all I could say.

Rosemarie smiled as she asked, "do you want a cup of coffee?" "Yeah sure, that would be great." I answered,

Rosemarie looked at me and said in a caring loving voice, "Honey take off that sweatshirt, and your shoes and socks, put your feet up and make yourself at home. I nodded okay and did as she asked. She kicked off her flip flops and went into the kitchen and made the coffee.

Rosemarie talked none stop, as we drank our coffee. I just sat there listening to her, nodding my head in agreement with her. But I was so, emotionally drained, and physically exhausted, that all I wanted to do, was go home, take a shower, and go to bed.

I finally said," Rosemarie, I need to go home."

She looked at me wide eyed and scurried across the couch, picked up my arm and put it around her shoulder, and said, "Don't go! I want you to stay with me. Please you can take a shower here."

I was shocked, as I looked into her big brown pleading eyes. I didn't know what to say or do, so I wrapped my other arm around her and pulled her towards me. Rosemarie fell into my arms, and put her arms around my neck. 

Our lips touched gently and lovingly. As we kissed; I could feel something strange going through my body, it wasn't sexual it was something more. Somehow or other, I knew that Rosemarie was experiencing that same strange feeling too. 

I also knew that I could never say no to her. She pulled her lips away from mine and looked into my eyes longingly waiting for me to say something to her.

I was starting to get frisky and playful, so I smiled and said, "Okay, but only if you take a shower with me."

Rosemarie blushed and giggled as she answered shyly," Okay." 

I followed her into the bathroom which surprisingly had a huge frosted glass shower stall. I took her into my arms again and kissed her deeply, pushing my tongue between her soft full lips into her warm moist mouth. She responded passionately, by sucking my tongue, and swirling hers around mine. 

Her hands were roaming up and down my back, and then she started rubbing her finger nails up and down my spine, sending little shivers of excitement through my entire body ending up in my cock.

While she was doing this I had my hands all over her back, and then I brought then down over her firm rubbery ass cheeks, and pulled her against me and began grinding my pelvis against hers.

Rosemarie pulled her mouth off mine started kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear lobe, as she dropped hands down over my butt cheeks and kneaded them with her finger tips, and started grinding her hips back against mine. 

I took one hand off her fabulous ass and moved it up over her ribcage to her spongy firm full breast and caressed it, causing her to gasp and moan. Things were getting so hot and heavy that I knew that if we didn't stop, we end screwing against the wall, like a couple teenagers in a dark hallway.

Rosemarie looked at me with her big brown eyes, as if to ask what's wrong. I smiled at her and said softly, "We need to get undressed and take our shower." She just stood there looking at me bewilderedly and said," Okay!"

She stood there, starring at me wantonly, with her mouth slightly open, as I undone the buttons on her sweater and pushed it off her shoulders letting it fall to the floor. She looked awesome standing there in her tight jeans and the black bra, she was wearing. 

I couldn't help myself and cupped her breasts and caressed them. Rosemarie closed her eyes and sucked in breath, and let it out with a heavy passionate sigh.

The sexy lacy black bra that she was wearing had a clasp in the front of it. My eyes were glued to her ample cleavage. Rosemarie was proudly smiling at me as she asked, "Do you like them?" I just licked my lips and nodded my head up and down in answer to her question. 

Rosemarie, blushed, giggled, and called me a pervert.

My hands went right to the clasp on the front of her bra. She grinned at me wickedly as I opened her bra and her full breasts spilled out of it. Her big full boobs had just slight sag to them, but they were firm and perky and her large nipples were already hard and swollen. 

I couldn't resist, I cupped and squeezed her full tits as I roughly rugged the tips of my thumbs over her nipples. Rosemarie sighted as she said, "It's my turn, I want to take off your shirt, and see your chest." 

She pulled my tee shirt out of my jeans and up over my head in one quick swift motion. She smiled wickedly at me, as she said, "Wow you're all muscles. " Then she leaned over and nipped the hot spot between my neck and shoulders whispering, "Honey I want to feel your hard chest against my bare breasts."

My dick so was hard I though I was going to explode in my jeans. I put my hands on her cheeks and pulled her towards me. I turned her head to the side, closed my eyes, as I covered her soft warm lips with mine, and forced my tongue between her lips, into her mouth. 

Rosemarie, gasped, moaned," Mmmm, mmm." Then she swirled her tongue around mine as our bodies molded themselves together in a passionate embrace. Her tits flatten against my chest; it felt like her nipples were burning into me.

Rosemarie responded by gently nipping my tongue and holding it in place with her teeth as she rubbed the tip of her tongue back and forth a-crossed the tip of my tongue. She placed her hands on my ass, and began kneading my buns, as she forced her tongue deep into my mouth. 

When I pulled my mouth off hers, Rosemarie looked at me again, in disbelief! I gave her my best devilish grin as I kissed her on the forehead and said," Oh No, not yet. We need to take our shower first, Rosemarie. I want to see and explore every inch of your beautiful body." 

She blushed and giggled like a school girl, as she parroted me, and said, "Then I want to wash and explore every inch of your body too."

We stood there for a moment, looking strangely into each others eyes again. We were talking with our eyes, but I didn't know what we were saying to each other!

I grinned as I looked down from her eyes, to her mouth, then downward over her shoulders, to her big up turned perfect breast, and then further down to her waist. I blew her a kiss as I reached out and unbuttoned her jeans. I could feel her eyes on me, as I opened and unzipped her pants. Rosemarie wiggled around to help me get her jeans off. She was left standing there in a pair of black panties that matched her bra. 

I think I started to drool. As I pulled down her panties, she lifted one foot, taking it out of her undies and then the other. She smiled at me as she turned around in a circle, and asked proudly, "Do you like my body, Honey? " Then she said, before I could answer her." Now it's my turn. 




A Damsel in Distress Ch. 03



Rosemarie dropped down on her knees in front of me, unbuckled my jeans, opened the button, pulled down my zipper, and yanked my pants and under shorts down. My dong sprang out and hit her right between the eyes. 

Rosemarie was cross eyed, as she looked at the end of my peter, which was only a fraction of on inch from the tip of her nose, then she looked up at me and asked," are you sure that your thing, is only normal size?"

I chuckled," Yeah its only average sized." 

Rosemarie was laughing as she stood up and we got into the shower together. The warm water felt good on my naked body. 

I soaped up the face clothe and told Rosemarie to close her eyes. She did, as I washed her face, she was giggling like a little girl. I washed her neck, chest and finally her breasts. As I washed her tits I started kissing her neck. Rosemarie was already breathing hard and her body was beginning to shake as I caressed her boobies with the warm wash clothe. I dropped down on my knees in front of her as I washed lower on her body. 

I licked around her navel as I darted the tip of my tongue into her it. Rosemarie shivered and jumped back asking, "Honey, what do think you're doing? That's naughty." 

I winked at her as I asked," did you like that?"

"Yes," she blushed, as she answered," But it's nasty."

I turned her around and washed her shoulders and back. Then I washed her ass cheeks, as I kissed them she jumped again saying, "Honey don't do those things, they are nasty?" I giggled as I asked her again," Yea, I know, but you liked It didn't you?"

She just giggled, but didn't answer. 

I washed and kissed the backs of her thighs, knees, cafes, and down to her feet. I turned her around washed and kissed up her legs. As I got to her thighs she was trembling and moaning, "Oh God Honey, what are you doing to me?"

When I started washing and kissing the insides of thighs. She was panting and mumbling, "Oh God Honey, please stop it... It's so dirty and perverted; you shouldn't be doing those things to me."

That's when I realized just how sexually inhibited and innocent she really was. 

Oh my God, I though to myself, she's never been eaten! I got even more turned on knowing that I was going to give her a new sexual pleasure. 

Rosemarie had her hands on top of my head as I kissed and sucked on the creamy soft flesh of her inner tights. When I started kissing and licking around her plump vagina. She entangled her fingers in my hair, and unconsciously, started to rock her hips back and forth rubbing her sweet musty smelling snatch against my face. 

I took the soapy warm wet wash clothe and pressed it firmly against her vagina causing Rosemarie to gasp for breath panting passionately," Oh God Honey Please don't do that. It's so nasty, Ohhh you shouldn't. Ahhh, ahhh, Ohhh God that feels so good... please don't stop..."

I dropped the wash clothe and spread her inner pussy lips open with my thumbs, I licked her slit from back to front, than back down to her tunnel of love. I darted my tongue into her, causing her to moan and groan uncontrollably uttering a lot of, "Mmm's and ahhh's."

I lapped up and down her snatch a few more times. As I kissed the front of her cunt, I could feel Rosemarie's legs beginning to quiver. I heard her mumbling and panting," Oh God, no don't do that, ahhh, ohhh nooo, don't..." 

I ignored her and gently pushed the hood over her clitoris back, exposing her swollen pink pearl. I tenderly kissed her swollen clit and gently licked it up and down, and round and round. 

Rosemarie tried to protest, but her words of protest, failed as I continued to lick her engorged clitoris bring her to first oral orgasm. 

Rosemarie went nuts, pulling my hair, trying to shove my head further between her soft warm thighs as she bucked her pelvis wildly against my face, mumbling incoherently. 

Her whole body was convulsing as her orgasm over took her. 

She was still mumbling as she pushed my head from between her quivering thighs, and slid down the wall of the shower until she was sitting on the floor in front of me, gasping and panting, as she tried to get her breath back. 

I smiled at her as I asked, "Did you like that Honey?" She just nodded her head up and down in answer to my question. Rosemarie looked up into my eyes, wrapped her arms around my neck, put her head on my shoulder and mumbled something, about me not listening to her!

After a while she took her head off my shoulder, sucked her breath and said, "Oh God Honey, you are such a pervert, but that was absolutely incredible. I never did that before. Now I want to do that to you. Stand up, and tell me what to do?"

"Okay," I said, as I stood up and starred down at her, for a moment, and then I said," Honey, just do what comes naturally!" 

As I stood there in front of her, Rosemarie moved around and sat up on her heels. She looked up at me. Then she looked at my swollen dong. Shrugged her shoulders, grabbed my penis looked at it strangely! Leaned over, kissed the tip of my dick, looked up at me again, then she licked it under the knob like it was a big red lollipop.

Rosemarie curiously pushed my dick upward against my abdomen, and glanced at my balls. She looked into my eyes as she licked my hairy testicles, then she sucked one of my nuts into her mouth, and moaned," Mmmm."

I closed my eyes as she sucked on my balls, first one then on the other. The next thing I knew she was instinctively licking up the shaft. 

As she rubbed her cheek against the side of my cock, she looked into my eyes, as if waiting for instructions, but when none were forthcoming. She licked around under the enlarged swollen head of my cock, causing me to groan, "AHHHH put it in your mouth and suck it."

She ginned up at me mischievously as she licked up, and then down, the length of my cock again, and asked," am I doing this right?"

"Ooooh yesss Rosemarie keep doing what you're doing!" I groaned,

She looked at me with a wicked smile on her face and a sparkle in her big beautiful brown eyes. 

As she flicked the tip of her tongue against the head of my dick, then she swirled it around the head. She looked at me mischievously again, licked her lips, opened her mouth and slowly teasingly eased the head of my cock into her warm wet mouth. Then she began sucking on it, like it was a big thick Popsicle.

The wicked erotic stimulations she was giving me with her soft lips wrapped around my pulsing pole with her soft tongue, rubbing back and forth under the head of cock as she bobbed her head up and down on my aching cock, were causing me to groan uncontrollably moaning," OH God Yesss, that's it."

She was softly moaning, "Mmm, mmm, as she sucked my cock. Every now and then I'd push my dick a little too far into her mouth, causing her gulp, gag, and drool. She'd pull her mouth off my dong and wipe her teary eyes and the salvia off her mouth, with the back of her hand. Then she'd go right back down on it. 

I was losing it quickly and started begging her to suck it, harder and faster. She obliged the next thing I knew I felt the rumbling in my balls, as my orgasm was rapidly building up, in my nuts. I could the feel my sperm starting to erupt in my testicles and begin to spurt up the shaft of my cock. 

I closed my eyes, leaned my head back, as my orgasm overtook me. The first blast of my jizz went right down her throat. She gulped and gagged as she sucked it down. Then she quickly pulled her head back, popping my sperm spurting dick out of her mouth. 

I reached down and stroked my cock to finish my orgasm. I didn't think I was ever going to stop coming, I kept stroking and shooting gobs and gobs sperm out the end of dick, splattering my huge load of semen, all over her. 

When I finally stopped ejaculating and opened my eyes. I looked down at Rosemarie, and seen the mess I made all over her face. She had sperm in her hair, a big gob of cum was hanging off the tip of her nose. She had jizz all over her cheeks and mouth. She even had some of my jizz dripping off her chin onto her chest and tits.

Rosemarie was looking up at me, with a startled surprised look on her face, it wasn't a happy look, or a pissed off look! She just didn't look pleased... 

I was exhausted, I couldn't seem to catch my breath, but I couldn't help myself, and I burst out laughing, as I looked down at her. 

She made a face at me, and then she said in serious voice," We are never going to do that perverted stuff again!" then she started laughing too, in spite of herself.

I turned around and slid down the shower wall and sat down on the floor beside her. I put my arm around her and pulled her against me. We just sat there for a few minutes with the warm water running over our bodies. 

Rosemarie and I quickly became friends. But we had our differences; we had a lot of differences. 

Then I met her parents and everything turned to shit and our problems really began.

But that's another long story. 

The End

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A Dance



Molly smiled weakly at her friend on the dance floor. Brenda looked so happy, dancing with her boyfriend, that Molly could almost forget her depression. Molly picked up her glass and took another sip of the punch, running her eyes around the gym.

The decorations looked cheap and shabby. Molly had no idea what anyone saw in these events. In truth, she had spent most of High School avoiding dances for just this reason. When Kenny had asked her to the prom she had been excited, though. Putting all thoughts of how childish and cliché the senior prom was, she had gone out with her best friend and picked out a dress. For the first time in four years she was actually wearing a dress, but it was okay, because she was going to prom with Kenny. 

And then Kenny had dumped her.

Less than a month after her eighteenth birthday and only two days before what Molly's mother was referring to the biggest day of her life, Molly's boyfriend had dumped her for the head cheerleader. Not that anyone would blame him; Molly's dark complexion and shy demeanor were completely outshone by Kimberly Collins. Kimberly was the perfect example of a blonde cheerleader; straight, bright yellow hair, wide blue eyes, and huge breasts that Molly had heard had cost Kimberly's family a pretty penny. 

So why anyone would think that the senior prom was romantic, Molly could not fathom. 

Across the room, Kenny laughed so loud that Molly could hear him over the band. Almost impressive, she thought. Kenny stood arm in arm with Kimberly, surrounded by the jocks and other cheerleaders.

"Is this seat taken?"

Molly looked up in surprise. She pushed her glasses up her nose a bit and shook her head slightly, brown curls brushing against her neck as she did so.

The young man took a seat across the table and looked out at the crowd of dancing students.

"You have to wonder," he said, "What any of them are getting out of this."

Molly tilted her head in curiosity, but didn't say anything. She looked down at the white tablecloth and picked at her nails.

"I mean," the boy said, "They're dancing with each other. They're going to remember this night for the rest of their lives. But what's the point?"

"The point is that it's the senior prom," Molly said halfheartedly. "It's romantic."

"I don't think it's that romantic," the boy said.

"Neither do I," Molly agreed. "But I might think differently if I were out there, rather than sitting here."

The boy smiled, and Molly looked at his face. She hadn't seen him before, she thought. He was defiantly not the kind of boy she would have remembered, though. He had rather plain, average features. He was as unnoticeable as Molly herself was.

He pushed a strand of dark hair away from his green eyes, and looked at Molly.

"You don't know me, do you?" he asked suspiciously.

Molly shook her head, blushing.

"Dan. Dan Johnson."

Molly smiled slightly and shook her head again. 

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I'm not very good with names, and I sort of keep to myself anyway…so I don't really remember anyone…"

"It's okay," Dan interrupted. "I don't mind. I'm not very noticeable."

Molly was surprised to hear him use exactly what she'd been thinking, but tried to shrug it off. 

"Aren't you here with someone?" she asked.

"No," he said. "My parents had to force me to come. They think that it's not healthy for me to stay home from every school event. I think that they're stupid, though. The events, not my parents."

"My parents say the same thing, but it was Brenda that made me come," Molly nodded her head over towards her friend, who was gyrating on her boyfriend in time to the music. "My ex boyfriend wanted me to come, so I had the ticket."

"Your ex?" Dan raised his eyebrows.

"He broke up with me a couple of days ago." To Molly's horror, she felt tears building up in her eyes. She took off her glasses and wiped the bottoms of her eyes quickly with her fingers, struggling to gain control over herself. She had wasted enough time on Kenny; she didn't need to be thinking about him now.

"That prick," Dan mumbled, glaring over to the group of people surrounding Kenny.

"You know him?" 

"Used to be my friend, back during freshman year…then he made all those," Dan nodded towards the group, "All those friends, and sort of ditched me."

"That's what he did to me, too. I don't know what I ever saw in him."

Dan looked Molly in the eyes, smiling slightly. 

"I guess it's sort of selfish of me to be glad that he dumped you," he said softly.

Molly felt her cheeks turning red and looked down at the table again. Her fingers twisted with each other and she thought about the bright red color of her punch. It was so dark, but so bright. The soft light from the dim room collected in her cup and played around with each other, twisting in the fluid. It was quite sensual.

"Do you want to dance?" asked Dan.

Molly took a deep breath, still staring down. Her belly was doing flip-flops, tightening around the little bit of food inside her. It felt like butterflies were taking flight in her body, a sensation that she'd heard of, but had never really experienced.

She shook her head, indicating that she didn't want to.

"I don't know how to dance," she whispered.

"Look at them," Dan motioned towards the group of students. "They don't know how to dance, either. They're just standing in place and swaying…that's really all that there is to it."

Molly looked at the crowd out of the corner of her eye. Unfortunately, the couple right in front of them happened to be Kenny and Kimberly. Molly shut her eyes tight and shook her head again.

"Oh well," said Dan, sighing. "Maybe later?"

"Maybe," Molly mumbled, watching the swirls in her cup again. "Just not right now, okay?"

"It's okay," Dan reassured her. "I don't want you to dance with me if you don't want to."

The two sat in silence for a while. The band stopped playing their song and switched to a livelier one, the crowd beginning to jump up and down to the music in a chaotic dance.

"Want to go outside?" Dan asked. "It's getting a little noisy in here."

Molly nodded her head and stood up. Dan offered his arm, but Molly didn't take it. The offer touched her, though. She smiled warmly into his face and followed him to the side door, escaping out of the loud room into the parking lot.

Outside, the cool air wisped against Molly's hot cheeks, causing them to turn red. The beat of the music could be heard, but it wasn't so loud and intrusive. Dan leaned his tall form against the building, and pulled out a cigarette, offering Molly the package. Molly shook her head, and leaned against the brick as well, staring at the night sky.

Dan struck a match and lit his cigarette, taking a deep draw of it. Molly's nostrils filled with the smell, and she wrinkled her nose slightly. She didn't like the smell, didn't like the cigarette, but didn't say anything. She didn't want to offend Dan.

"It's nice out," she commented.

Dan nodded, holding his cigarette between his fingers and looking up at the stars.

"I wish I lived further away from the city, so that I could see more of them," Molly sighed. She closed her eyes and thought about the sky filled with a blanket of stars. 

"My parents live outside of the city," Dan said. "We have a big piece of property out there, and a house that my grandfather built. You can lay in the field, on a blanket, and look up at the sky all night."

"That sounds great," Molly said. "I'd like to live someplace like that."

Dan tossed his cigarette onto the ground and snuffed it with his foot. He smoothed the front of his tux, and looked at Molly.

"Would you like to see it?" He smiled.

Molly blushed again, but did not move her gaze from his. "Some day," she replied.

"Good enough for me," Dan said, his eyes twinkling. "Some day I will take you there, and we will lay a blanket out on the grass. We'll bring ourselves a midnight picnic and lay under the stars, feeding each other until morning."

Molly liked the idea, and nodded her head. 

"You look good tonight, you know," Dan said softly, reaching his arm out towards Molly.

Molly looked down at her green dress, thinking that it looked out of place on her thin body. 

"Sitting there, at that little table, you looked like nothing I'd ever seen."

Blood rushed to Molly's cheeks again, and she found herself smiling at the compliment.

"I haven't worn a dress since I was a little girl," she mumbled. "I feel a little out of place in this one."

"You look good, no matter what you're wearing," Dan said. His hand touched Molly's curly hair softly, brushing it away from her round face. "I always see you in class, and you look so good…but I'm always too afraid to say anything."

"Why?" Molly asked. "You could say hi, or talk to me."

"You don't even notice I'm there," Dan smiled.

"It's not that I didn't notice you were there," Molly said, ashamed. "I don't notice anything, really. I just try to look at my books and nothing else."

"I wish that I had said something. Maybe then you would have come to the prom with me, and not have been sitting at that table looking so sad."

Molly smiled and looked up at Dan. He looked good, standing in the soft light. His features weren't as plain as she'd thought before, his eyes were soft, his lips generous, and his hair almost feathery in its long cut. The tuxedo made him look very grown up, very mature, and Molly found herself staring at his chest. 

The music coming from the gym changed to a slow rhythm, a slow dance, and Molly took a deep breath, gathering all her courage.

"Would you like to dance?" she asked him.

Dan smiled and took another step towards her, so that his body was right in front of her small one. Molly awkwardly put her hands on his hips, and moved close to him. She began to sway slowly in time to the music.

His hands rested on her shoulders, and then moved slowly down her back, caressing her thin frame. Molly's breasts pushed against his chest, and she could feel her nipples rubbing against the thin fabric of her bra. She took a stuttering breath, her lips parting slightly, and rested her cheek against his shoulder.

Dan smelled good, his scent filling her nostrils and seeming to clear her head. She shut her eyes and concentrated on feeling his body against hers.

The hands on her back tickled her slightly, rubbing against her dress and massaging the muscles underneath lightly. She moaned softly into Dan's neck, parting her lips and kissing him softly.

Molly's boldness surprised her. She had never felt this way about a boy, had never moved so quickly, but for some reason she was doing it now. And it felt good.

Dan moved one of his hands away from Molly's back and caressed her hair again, running his fingers through its thickness. He combed it lightly, and Molly thought that she had never felt anything so sensual. She swayed softly against his body, feeling a small bulge in his pants against her hip. That made her smile, and she kissed him again on the neck, lingeringly, sucking a little bit and flicking his hot skin with her tongue.

The music stopped, but Molly didn't even notice. She tried to move even closer to Dan, almost trying to become one with him. A tingling sensation had begun between her legs, and she rubbed her pubic mound against Dan's leg, brushing against the bulge in his pants. His moan filled her ear, and she moved her lips up to his face.

His kiss was electrifying, his soft lips pressed against hers. His hand caressed her cheek, and rubbed the side of her mouth. Molly parted her lips, and allowed him to slip his warm tongue inside her mouth. The tip of his tongue teased her lips, and slid across the smooth edges of her teeth.

Molly's whole body thrust towards him, giving itself to him. She allowed his tongue to move into her mouth and play with her own, the two stroking each other. 

Their bodies had stopped swaying, and were only thrusting, now. Her hips ground against his, the fabric between them was frustrating Molly. She could feel her panties, moist, clinging to her pussy. 

"You are so great, Molly," Dan whispered.

Molly chuckled at the cliché, but ground her hips into him again. 

"You make me feel so good, Dan," she said.

"I'm glad," he murmured. "You deserve to feel good."

"Take me to your place," Molly suggested. "I want to lay out on the grass and look at the stars with you, like you said."

Dan nodded into Molly's neck, and forced himself to pull away from her. Molly's body felt cold without his pressed against it, and she shivered both from the cool night and from her arousal. She could almost smell the scent of her pussy wafting up from underneath her skirt. Dan smiled at her, and she thought that maybe he was thinking the same thing. He grabbed her hand, and they walked through the cars to his Toyota. 

Unlocking the door for her, Dan bowed playfully and helped her inside, making sure that she was in securely before shutting the door and walking to the driver's side. Molly shifted in her seat, pressing her legs tightly together. She held her arms around her body as Dan sat down and started the engine. Molly didn't know why she was driving away from the dance with this boy; she just knew that it felt right. It felt better than anything had in a long time, and she smiled and glanced at him again.

They were quiet on the drive to his house. Molly's body hadn't calmed down at all, and she kept picturing things in her mind. She saw herself lying down on the grass, his body on top of hers, his hands touching her skin. Kenny had done that, had touched her, had rolled on top of her and taken her body. He had been her first, and she felt dirty, thinking about him. Molly switched her thoughts back to Dan, back to his soft lips on hers, his leg between her legs while she had rubbed herself on him. Her juices began to flow again and she shifted in the seat, her legs rubbing her pussy.

"Here we are," Dan said, pulling down a dark road. A house sat at the end, a large porch, with a bright porch light illuminating the front yard. "Home sweet home."

"It's beautiful," Molly said, looking at the large house in front of her. 

"Wait in the car while I go grab a blanket. My parents are probably sleeping, and I don't want to wake them up."

Molly nodded, and Dan practically ran into the house. She watched him disappear behind the door, and shifted in her seat again. Her legs spread slightly apart, and she reached down and rubbed herself through the dress. Molly's leg muscles tightened as she touched herself, and she wished that Dan were there right then.

As if on cue, Dan came back out of the house, a blanket in his arms. He motioned for her to get out of the car, and she did, shutting the door as softly as possible. 

Molly picked up her skirts and practically skipped over to Dan. She was so excited about going out into that field with him. It seemed so romantic. He smiled at her, and bent down to kiss her again, softly brushing his lips against her neck and moving up towards her lips where he licked slightly at her large bottom lip. 

"Come on," he whispered, putting one of his arms around her.

The two of them walked away from the house, until the light was far off in the distance. Darkness surrounded them, and there was no light except for that shining off the stars. Molly bent her head back and looked at them as they walked, until Dan stopped and removed his arm from around her.

"This is a good place," he said, looking around. He shook out the large blanket, and placed it over the grass. Smiling at Molly, he sat down on it, and then lay back with his arms crossed behind his head.

Molly smoothed out her dress and lay beside him, scooting her body close to his. She rested her head on his arm, and took a whiff of his hair. The smells around her were so fresh, the clean scent of his hair, the smell of the grass, the air away from most of the pollution of the city.

"It's so beautiful," she whispered, looking up at the stars.

"See that one there?" Dan moved one of his arms to point at a constellation. "That's the Big Bear."

"I thought it was the Big Dipper," Molly frowned.

"It's that, too," Dan laughed. He pointed out a couple more. Molly shut her eyes and concentrated on the sound of his voice. 

"What are you thinking about?" Dan asked, softly.

"You," Molly answered honestly. "When you came up to me at the dance, I was so nervous. And now I feel like I've known you all of my life."

"I'm glad you feel that way," Dan smiled. He rolled over to his side, looking down at Molly's sweet face. "You are so beautiful," he said, again.

Molly lifted her lips towards his, seizing him in a kiss, and wrapped her arms around his waist. She pulled him down, on top of her, and lifted a leg to wrap around his own two.

Dan groaned, and broke away. 

He knelt on top of her, legs spread, straddling her stomach. His hands moved through her hair, and then down her face and neck to her breasts, which he rubbed through the thick dress. Molly moaned and lifted her chest up towards his hands. She raised her shoulders and struggled to reach the clasps behind her, but, frustrated, gave up.

"Let me help," Dan whispered, turning her over between his legs.

Molly lay on her stomach, her head in her arms, as Dan's soft hands undid the back of her dress. She allowed him to help her out of the top of it, the fabric bunching up underneath her breasts, and turned back around to face him. Molly pulled her bra up over her head, exposing her bare breasts. The creamy globes tensed, the air chilling them.

Dan smiled, his hands caressing the soft mounds and flicking the nipples. Molly's nipples were large and growing stiff in the cool air. Goosebumps were popping up on her small breasts, and Dan chuckled softly.

"I've got to keep you warm," he said, moving his mouth down to her breasts.

When Dan's lips locked over her nipple, Molly almost squealed in pleasure, giggling softly. His tongue flicked against the tip, tickling her. She pushed her hips up towards him, her body gyrating as it had when they were dancing. Molly's hands reached up to Dan's hair, and slid through the soft stuff while he suckled on her.

"Dan," she whimpered. "I…I…" She trailed off, unsure how to finish her sentence, just gasping with the pleasure of his lips against her breast.

His teeth nipped lightly at her nipple and Molly squealed again, her hands tightening in his hair. She felt him sigh against her breast and felt his hands slide down her body until they reached his pants. 

Dan's fingers fumbled with his fly, and finally got it undone. He slipped out of his pants, releasing her breasts to pull off his shoes and socks. Molly slipped the rest of the way out of her dress, kicking off her sandals and pulling her wet panties down her legs. She set her clothes in a pile next to her on the blanket, and lay nude in the starlight as she watched Dan strip off his shirt. 

He undid the buttons swiftly, and pulled his arms out of the sleeves. His chest was smooth and looked soft, his small brown nipples hard nubs on his chest. There were few hairs, but those were sparsely spread over his chest, and around his nipples. His belly was flat, his belly button round, and a small trail of hair led down to his pubic area. 

Dan's erect cock bulged up from the bush of wiry hair, and Molly smiled at it. She reached down and gripped it in her hand, pumping it softly.

The cock was hot against her palm, and she grinned up at Dan. His mouth was parted slightly as he looked down at her creamy body. Her breasts sat pertly on her slim upper body, her waist curving softly and her legs parted, allowing him a peek at her pink pussy lips. Dan groaned and dropped down, pushing her underneath him, and he kissed her soft neck.




A Dance



Molly giggled, pulling his body down onto hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust her pussy up towards his swollen cock. 

Dan reached down with one hand to direct his cock inside her warm opening, and they both gasped as he gained entrance. 

Moaning as she felt his cock fill her body, Molly thrust her hips up towards Dan, pushing him into her entirely. She could feel him against the back of her body, and tightened her muscles around him. Molly lifted her face towards Dan, her lips brushing against his as she pumped on his cock, her soft cheek rubbing against his rough one. She could feel her body pulsing around his member, and his hips moved more swiftly against hers, the bones knocking together as the thrusts grew rougher. 

Just as Molly's pleasure was at a climactic point, she felt Dan stiffen against her. He grunted softly, his arms tightening around her and pulling her chest towards him. Her breasts were crushed between their bodies as he shook, his cock spasming inside her body and his cum shooting into her. He collapsed onto her, breathing heavily into her ear, as she squirmed lightly underneath him.

"Did you finish?" she asked him, softly.

He nodded against her neck. "I'm sorry," he whispered throatily.

"It's okay," she said, rolling him over slightly to reach down and rub her clit between her fingers. Molly rubbed it hard, clenching her muscles around her empty pussy, imagining that Dan was on top of her again instead of next to her.

Molly's body tensed, sensation running down to her toes and back up her legs to the crevice again, and she gasped aloud as her orgasm hit. She rubbed herself against Dan, next to her, as she came loudly. She opened her eyes and stared at the stars as the climax came to its peak, and then relaxed.

"You are so great," Dan said into her ear. "I think that I'm falling in love with you."

Molly looked over at him and smiled widely. "Really?"

"Yeah," he said. 
 "You want to go out, sometime?" she asked.

"Definitely. How about tomorrow? Dinner and a movie."

"That sounds great."

Dan rolled on top of Molly's nude body and nuzzled her neck, kissing her and hugging her close.



A Dance



The room is filled with quiet warmth, dim light casting shadows on the walls. The music is soft, Frank Sinatra unless I'm mistaken. But I barely pay attention to the tune as we dance. Hand in hand we slowly circle. I fight to keep my hand from shaking as it rests lightly against your hip, held away from your skin only by the thin fabric of your pants. The skin of your hand is so soft against mine and I long to pull you to me, hold you close.

I'm conscious of the awkwardness of the moment. But dinner had been delicious, our conversation wonderful and inspiring. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that you saw me only as a child, that our age difference was something that concerned you. But I see you only as a beautiful woman, sexy and intelligent, and I can't help but want you. And you took pity on me and agreed to dance.

I can't take my eyes off of you as we slowly take a turn around our improvised dance floor. You catch my eyes and blush, as though you can see what I'm thinking. On a whim I spin you, watch as you complete your circle under my arm, taking in every curve of your body. As you complete your turn you smile and step closer to me, surprising me. Body to body now, our slow dance continues as my arm reaches around you, my fingers lightly tracing the small of your back. You rest your head on my shoulder and I can smell your hair. You fill my senses and you are intoxicating. Your arm goes around my neck, holding me close and I put the slightest pressure on your back, pulling you to me as well.

For the first time I notice my hard on, raging against my khakis and I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as embarrassment fills me. Pressed against me as you are I know that you can feel my hard penis against your hip. But you're gracious enough not to say anything as we hold each other close.

Unable to resist any longer, I hesitantly turn and let my lips brush ever so lightly over your forehead. I'm filled with silent dread as your face rises up and our eyes lock, but you don't pull away. I lean in again, our lips meeting for the first time. A spark races through me with even so small a kiss. I look deeply into your eyes and see the hesitation there. Yet your face tilts up to meet mine and we kiss again, first softly and then harder.

This time when our kiss breaks you return your head to my shoulder, resting it there. And still we dance. My head is swimming, surprise and pure happiness filling me. I feel you shift ever so slightly, feel your lips against my neck. You kiss me there again, and then a third time a little higher. Your face rises to meet mine again and this time our kiss is sure and passionate. I open my mouth, let my tongue dart out to tap your upper lip teasingly. In a moment your tongue joins mine, sliding and playing, dancing together with a passion neither of us expected. You slide your other arm over my shoulder, pulling me into our embrace as I take you fully in my arms.

Our kiss seems to last a pleasant eternity before it breaks. I realize that you've guided me to the couch and I sit. You surprise me yet again, straddling me, your hands reaching for my shirt, pulling it over my head. You kiss me again as I find your top, and our kiss breaks as I remove it. Your hands run over my bare chest as we kiss again, my cock now pressing painfully against my pants. I feel you working the fastenings of your bra before it slides from you and your amazing breasts hang free. Our bodies press together, chest to chest, feeling the heat of each other as I undo your pants. You quickly unzip my khakis and stand up, your fingers working under the waistband of my shorts and pulling the whole assembly off. I sit before you naked and our lust filled eyes meet. 

Before I can move you drop to your knees, taking my hard cock in your hand. You stoke it gently before you lean in and lick it from base to tip, your tongue sending shivers of pleasure through me. Your tongue slides a long, slow circle around the head before you part your lips and take me into your mouth. I moan in sudden ecstasy as you slide up and down teasingly, your tongue slipping along my shaft. I revel in your passionate ministrations for a moment before stopping you, urging you to stand. Then I slip your pants and panties to the floor slowly, letting me fingers run along your exposed flesh, feeling the soft skin of your sexy thighs. I lean forward and kiss your belly, letting my hands trail up to cup your ass before motioning for you to sit in my place.

I kneel before you and spread your legs. Leaning in my nostrils are filled with the pungent scent of your womanhood and cock twitches at the thought of tasting you. As one hand lightly kneads your breast, teasing your nipple with a gentle flick, I softly kiss your wet mound. My tongue slides from the top of your slit to the bottom and you moan in pleasure. Another long, slow lick retraces the path before my tongue darts into your wet pussy. You shiver with pleasure as I lick your pussy, my tongue finding your clit and sliding slow circles around it. As I continue to lick, my fingers tease your clit, gentle flicks and slow circles making you moan with every action. In a moment I change the focus of my attentions, lightly sucking at your clit. My finger slides along the length of your slit, feeling your wetness before pushing hesitantly inside you.

My tongue and finger work in concert, one teasing your clit, the other sliding in and out of you slowly. I feel your hands on the back of my head, pulling my face to your pussy as you cry out, "Matt! Oh yes baby!" Under my continued ministrations I feel your whole body shake, your muscles contracting, your orgasm approaching. "Oh God! Oh yes!" I increase my pace, driving you towards release, feeling you get ever nearer. Finally I let a second finger join the first inside your hot pussy. You buck almost violently, pleasure overwhelming you as your orgasm descends upon you. "Matt… oh Matt baby… oh yeessss!"

I slow as you come back to earth, my fingers ceasing, letting my tongue bring you back down from those heights. But only for a moment, as my hand finds my hard cock and strokes it lightly, readying it. I pull you to the edge of the couch, your ass almost hanging over, giving me access to your wet slit. Rising into a crouch, I slide the head of my shaft along your wetness, teasing you. Then I slowly push inside you, just the head at first. Our mutual moans of ecstasy fill the room as I penetrate you, pushing in to the base of my cock before slowly drawing myself out again. After a few of these slow strokes you grow impatient, pulling me deeply inside of you. I take your legs and raise them to my shoulders as I push deeply into you, filling you. You close your eyes, enjoying the sensation of my cock inside you as your hands trace circles over my chest.

Our lovemaking is slow at first, long strokes that tease of things to come. But soon my pace quickens, my thrusts coming faster and faster and with increasing force. In moments I'm pounding in and out of you, our cries of lust and pleasure competing with the sound of my balls slapping against your ass. Each stroke carries me deep inside you then nearly all the way out again, our rhythm quickening with each pounding thrust.

Your second orgasm rips through you suddenly, forcefully. You grab my hips, pulling me deeply into you as you cum, your pussy squeezing my cock, begging me to cum with you. And I feel release at hand, my cock spasming, hot juices filling your pussy.

As our orgasms fade, you push me down onto the floor, sliding down to join me. Our embrace is passionate, our tongues dancing together once more. As my member grows soft we touch each other, explore each other. You guide a nipple to my mouth and I take it hungrily, my tongue sliding over your soft skin. You purr at my touch, you hand sliding down my stomach to my penis. You take me in hand, softly stroking me. And I feel my cock beginning to harden once more...



A Dance for Gina



The once latent but now well-developed power that dwelled within her needed to be constantly nourished and nurtured. Since it's awakening, only time, perseverance and training had helped her keep it under increasingly better control. Occasionally though it overwhelmed her ability to rein in its appetite, this was one of those times. Over the course of the evening Raven felt the craving gradually rising in intensity. Hidden away in her office in the nightclub complex she tried to ignore its insistent demands at first though she should have known better. Time and experience had taught her that try as she might to resist it she could not, in fact the very attempt to control it had often made it more unmanageable when she finally did unleash it. From an irksome tingling flutter deep within her it grew over time to become an irresistible compulsion once again. As well as the normal hunger pains a normal creature might sense she was bombarded with all manner of sensory signals. These included visual flashes, irregular pulse and respiration, hot and cold flushes, vibrant trembling, itching, pain in her teeth, hands, breasts, and even her vagina, all of which increased in intensity and frequency as time wore on.

The hunger's fury would be difficult to appease tonight, she realised quickly that it would not be satisfied easily. Sometimes she could appease its edge somewhat by skimming excitement and energy off the mass of people that frequented her clubs. Her desire was too intense; Raven knew it would be impossible to pacify the beast by drawing off energy from the throng tonight. Despite her strongest effort to fight it back the irrepressible longing grew more insistent, agonisingly it gnawed relentlessly through her willpower's defences. As the evening progressed her resolve began to weaken, she lasted till almost midnight before she relented. She endured its growing torment as long as possible then succumbing to the powerful craving she left the windowless office. Some times the agonising torture she endured during these battles of will were exquisite and like tonight she often tormented herself far longer than she should before capitulating.

Through the warren of service corridors Raven entered the back of the nightclub using one of several security doors. A slave to the all-powerful force that existed within her she prepared to select her next conquest. In the clubs hot stuffy dark pounding atmosphere her highly sensitive eyes adjusted instantly to the strange lighting, Raven smiled smugly to herself as she made her first appraisal, for tonight the choice was astounding and she felt the excitable turmoil churning around in her stomach as she began to peruse the gathered crowd more intently. The club was very full this evening so she endeavoured to pacify her raging hunger for a little while perhaps by drawing the emotions and energies from the excited crowd's frenetic vitality.

For the moment at least her attempt succeeded to effectively blunt the edge of her appetite but she knew without doubt it would resurface before long keener and more insistent than before. She must take full advantage of the respite, the calming of her craving allowing her to focus better on selecting a lucky candidate more precisely. Usually she could easily satisfy her craving just by skimming off the combined energies of the excited crowd that enveloped her but tonight only a one on one consummation would suffice. Tonight Raven decided she could be as selective as she wished, she scanned the unknowing crowd marking several likely candidates in her mind, and she was truly spoilt for choice.

Not really attracted by any of the candidates she moved from floor to floor checking out the crowds in each, from the "Gay Arena" through the "Retro Arena" into the "Indie Arena" she descended checking out the crowd in each as she went. She entered the "Indie Arena" and smiled to her self, there was a lot more choice there so she lingered and took the time to consider a selection. Sometimes she liked to play with her quarry even to the point of allowing them to coerce her into a coupling though she had the power to control someone's mind and body at will. One of her favourite diversions was to enter someone's mind remotely and control him or her without their knowing. Watching someone climax suddenly for no apparent reason in sometimes the most embarrassing situation delighted her. But tonight there would be none of that; she would select her victim, take control and enjoy gorging herself.

She moved near to the disc jockeys platform to view the crowd better and saw a likely candidate almost straight away. An extremely attractive blonde sat on her own by the high bar chatting to the one of the bar staff and Raven's alert roving eyes looked her over several times before eventually locking upon her. Engaged in idle chatter the girl was quite unaware of the of the attention she was suddenly receiving from afar, as she laughed she absentmindedly tossed her sun bleached blonde curls. She began giggling uncontrollably at something the bargirl had just said to her. Now her choice was very nearly made Raven scrutinised her intended quarry more closely. The giggling girl wore a front buttoning loose fitting floral print dress gathered at the waist by a thin gold belt. Her large firm breasts swelled unharnessed beneath the low cut front and her long blonde lightly permed curls hung down to her shoulder blades. Satisfied with what she saw of the girl even from this distance Raven used one of her extraordinary powers benefits and "tagged" the girl to ensure no one else would even attempt to seduce her.

An icy chill suddenly ran down Gina's spine, for an instant somewhere deep inside a normally dormant region of her mind an alarm had sounded, it was as if some kind of sixth sense had been triggered making her feel slightly uneasy. For some reason she got the impression that she was being watched, from her high vantage point on the stool her grey-blue eyes scanned the dimly lit club warily. For quite some time she saw nothing at all that should cause her such discomfort, then through the pulsating lights her searching gaze fell upon the girl. Standing upon a high platform near the DJ's kiosk at the back of the club the girl was staring back directly at Gina over the crowded undulating body covered dance floor. Gina's heart skipped oddly then began to race excitedly for some reason as their distant eyes met and held briefly over the crowd before the girl vanished by dropping down into the dancing throng. Once the girl had disappeared Gina calmed down, she took a deep breath and quickly dismissed the odd reaction she had experienced when seeing the stranger.

Resuming her conversation with the girl behind the bar she tried but could not dispel the strange sensation that crept through her. She became distracted and soon she found herself looking for the black haired girl amongst the milling crowds of dancers with increasing urgency.

There she was, she saw the girl at last, relief swept through her and she relaxed seeing that the girl was dancing. After watching the girl for some time Gina decided anxiously that the girl seemed to be working her way through the dancers gradually crossing the crowded dance floor towards her. Gina's heart leapt with trepidation, she was convinced the girl was purposefully heading directly for her. A peculiar blend of exquisite terror and awkward excitement bubbled up deep inside Gina as the girl danced slowly closer. Torn a large part of her wanted desperately to flee the situation but something more powerful, more dark and alluring held her fast. Now the slinky leather clad creature was close, she was moving fluidly through the last of the dancers who parted seemingly without realising to let the girl pass unobstructed.

Enthralled by the girl's incredible beauty Gina watched intently as she left the dance floor and made her way through the seating area towards both her and the bar. Part of Gina's brain told her that the girl was only coming to the bar to be served and she should relax, something more exciting was coercing her mind in a more subtle way. It played on her desires, phobias and fears twisting and mixing her emotions into a fraught ball of agony as the girl drew closer. To Gina's growing horror the girl approached, moving at her own leisurely pace through the tables towards the steps which led up to the bar. Normally Gina would pay other women no attention at all, especially ones who she thought were better looking than herself but found herself openly staring at the gorgeous girl in a manner that made her feel more than uncomfortable.

Watching the girl's unhurried progress she took the chance to cast her eye over the creature, she was really stunningly beautiful and was dressed really sexily in soft black leather. A low cut sleeveless, zip up, skin-tight mini-dress barely covered her exquisite body and left little to the imagination. The dress was complimented by matching thigh length boots between the top of them and the dress's hem Gina could see the distinct band of black stocking tops. The girl's exceptionally long thick black hair was gathered up on top falling loose around her head and body like an inky waterfall. At her wrists she wore studded leather wristbands, was there a fetish night on tonight in one of the other bars Gina wondered. All about her the girl wore masses of jewellery, rings, necklaces, brooches, pins and bracelets, made from various metals and far too many styles.

The girl looked up and caught her eye; she smiled warmly at her as if they already knew each other well as she came nearer. Puzzled and intrigued Gina looked at the girl's beautiful face, her big almond shaped green eyes were made up in a heavy Egyptian style and they flashed with a strange urgent ardour. Gina found herself wondering why no men had made a move on the stunning girl as she passed amongst them. Awkward embarrassment flared up within her as Gina realised just how blatantly she was staring at the girl and she turned her reddening face away as the vision drew near. What was wrong with her, her hand trembled as she picked up her drink and took a gulp to wet her dry mouth and calm her frantic mind. An impressively persuasive pleasant odour, a mix of the girl's heady musk perfume mixed with the fragrance of expensive leather enticingly invaded her nostrils as Gina sensed the girl move up close behind her, far too close for comfort. Gina knew just how much room there was behind her and the girl was too close to her for the degree of touching to be accidental. Even so the electrifying contact appeared to be done innocently as the girl squeezed into the gap behind her, seemingly to get to the bar.

Listening to the girl's soft voice as she ordered a drink Gina could feel the weight of her body leaning delicately against her back. More disturbingly was the sensation against her electrified skin through the ineffective thin fabric of her dress that caused an oddly pleasant excitement to jangle in her as the unmistakable pressure of the girl's breast thrust against her back. Intoxicating blends of the girl's perfume and their intimate closeness aroused Gina incredibly, seeing that she had always thought of herself as straight this caused her some distress. Close to panic she felt her body responding totally unreasonably and out of control when hot sweetly perfumed breath played upon her right cheek from close behind. Closing her eyes she tried to gather her composure and took a deep breath then held it. Her heart raced fearfully at the sound of the low husky feminine whisper.

"I've seen you watching me," the strangely accented voice rasped sensually, "do you want to dance with me? Girls dance together all the time in here."

"No," she blurted panicky, "no, thank you!"

"I could show you some moves you wouldn't believe."

"Look! I said no!" Gina tried to sound convincing but knew she had failed. 

"Well if you should change your mind precious, seek me out!" 

"I err I don't think so." her voice faltered.

"Okay, whatever," she paused then added "later maybe?"

As if to make her intent unmistakable Raven deliberately rubbed her breasts against the blonde beauty's back and ran her fingers over her bare arm as she finished speaking and moved away. Aware of the fact that her behaviour would be causing incredible turmoil to rage in her intended prey Raven smiled knowingly to herself. As she left the bar empty-handed and moved away toward the dance floor she knew of course without doubt that the girl would shortly follow her. That was how it often happened, no introduction, no names given but the chosen one would find themselves following her into the unknown without thought or concern for their own well being. She had deliberately held back from entering and probing the girl's psyche but had gathered much information about her from the brief touch. She sensed that her intended prey was a highly emotional and very sensual creature that revelled in pleasure and that was all she needed to know for the moment.

Breathing out raggedly as the girl left Gina let herself relax a little, perhaps her show of indifference had been more convincing than it seemed to her after all. The leather-clad creature had seemingly dismissed Gina's cool response to her invite, without even looking back at her she had drifted off back towards the heaving dance floor. Gina felt relief sweep through her and wash her concerns away but only briefly. The panicky confusion she had already experienced when she first lost sight of the girl returned growing into a sensation close to sheer terror that loomed over her as the distance between them grew. By the time the girl reached the fringes of the dancers Gina was shaking uncontrollably. Compelled by an unknown force that began to terrify her Gina found herself slipping from the high stool and scurrying after the strange girl. To her amazement as she once again drew closer to the leather-clad vision the intensity of her distress eased. Still a good six feet away she stopped briefly only to feel the horrible sensation begin to grow again as the girl moved away once more. 

The blonde was a natural victim Raven mused to herself, she had no need to lead or control the poor creature, her senses told her as much. A shiver of breathless anticipation ran through Raven and her mouth watered anticipating the girl's exquisite essence upon her tongue. Already she was sure tonight would be quite memorable, confident the girl would be following Raven did not have to glance back after turning away to know the blonde had left her seat. True enough she could soon sense the girl's rich aura was but a few feet behind her. After hesitating once the blonde had caught her up quickly and in silence drew alongside her. With a slow curl of her long nailed slender forefinger Raven drew the hapless girl further onto the dance floor, they were soon swallowed in the hot heaving swirling mass of oblivious dancing people.

Feeling oddly bewildered Gina followed oblivious to the bumps and nudges she received from the gyrating revellers; the intensity of the music seemed to increase it pounded out loudly over the stiflingly hot, heaving mass on the dance floor. Turning and smiling wickedly at her the other girl magically had found some space for them amongst the throng, she immediately launched into her dance uninhibitedly, laughing she gestured for Gina to follow her lead. The girl was outrageous; Gina was too inhibited and embarrassed to make such a display of herself. Watching the girl gyrate suggestively Gina felt awkward and uncomfortable and at first she began to dance quite reservedly and cautiously. Captivated but instinctively wary of the girl Gina carefully kept a fairly big defensive space between herself and her dance partner. As they danced though Gina increasingly watched the other girl as she bounced and ground and swayed provocatively to the music's thumping beat. Gradually she began to relax as the earlier terror faded and without conscious thought she started to emulate her partner's style of dancing more and more. 

As she gained confidence Gina grew more relaxed and moved more freely the girl paid her more attention. She found herself watching the girl intently; tiny delicious thrills passed through her each fleeting time the encouraging girl glanced at her and their eyes met. By the third tune any awkwardness she had felt or fear of making a fool of herself had vanished, feeling vibrant and open she really let herself go. Watching the leather clad girl more and more absorbedly she found herself attempting to follow and copy the girl's every move. It seemed uncommonly hot in the club and soon her thin dress clung to her sweating body as she became totally oblivious to the crowd swirling around them. Lord knows how long they had danced, she was becoming uncomfortably hot and sweaty, her arms and legs ached but she had no intention of stopping. In all her life Gina had never felt so free, so excited or uninhibited as the throbbing beat took her higher and she danced like never before.

Laughing Gina started gyrating her hips suggestively, thrusting them out invitingly towards the girl as if offering herself to her partner almost. Letting her reservations go completely she was totally lost in the strong rhythmic sensual beat that both consumed and pounded through her. Already Gina's damp dress clung plastered to her hot body, she was drenched in perspiration and her golden hair flashed around her in damp ringlets throwing off sparkling beads of sweat as she tossed her head. Her own eyes were now constantly locked on the other girl's face and intense sexual thrills ran up her spine each time the girl's green eyes snared her own in their ravenously sensual gaze. 

Deep inside her mind the alarm bells were ringing frantically, but she paid them no heed as for once in her life she was truly free and loved every vibrant second. Of course Gina realised that she was probably playing with fire but didn't really care, tonight she was eager to push the boundaries and no silly fear or shyness was going to stop her she wanted to and was determined to have fun! Blissfully dismissing the primal warning as stupid reticence she had every intention to throw herself headlong into the unknown. The uncontrollable desire she felt was clearly unnatural but couldn't she resist or prevent herself wanting the girl to touch her.

Suddenly a bright strobe light cut in, her senses reeled for a moment then adjusted to the effect. Catching the revellers in a continuous stream of still images around them, Gina turned to the girl with each stark flash of light she seemed to have moved closer and closer towards her. Gina became distinctly aware of her own heart pounding excitedly in her heaving breathless breast now they were almost touching. Joyously she felt the girl's hands slip around her waist and she submissively allowed herself to be drawn tightly to the girl. Her body felt electrically charged, vibrant and hypersensitive to every tiny touch as they began to grind together breast to breast.

"This is insane," she whimpered to herself, her voice drowned by the music.

Feebly a last distant almost detached thought cried out in strangled alarm but Gina made no attempt to stop the chain of events that were rapidly unfolding. Indeed she found herself eagerly spreading her legs for the girl as a firm insistent thigh wormed against then slipped between her thighs as they yielded. Swiftly it moved to press urgently against her mound as she was pulled tightly against the leather-clad girl. She whimpered and moaned noisily in response but her cries were swallowed up in the music as nimble hands were running delicious patterns all over her tingling moist back as they ground sensually together. As her heart raced she felt unable to resist any of her partners advances and she gazed helplessly into the girl's lustful smiling fiery green eyes. Captured by the relentless strobe light and in oblivion of every thing around them but the girl who held her so deliciously close, Gina wordlessly was willing to give herself to Raven without resistance. Her mind was a maelstrom of confused excitement, Gina gasped eagerly as she felt a lithe hand slide between their writhing bodies, it rose to surreptitiously cup her aching expectant breast whilst the girl's other hand grasped at her bum pulling her crotch tightly against the intrusive thigh that ground hard between her trembling legs




A Dance for Gina



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"Oh God!" she wailed helplessly succumbing to the delightful pleasures.

Driven wild by her unnatural desires Gina wantonly thrust her groin against the other girl's firm thigh in time with the music beat until she felt an investigating hand begin slowly gliding down between their damp bodies. She froze shaking in fevered anticipation as over her ribs then down the curve of her belly it went as her trembling form was confidently explored. As the fingers passed her navel on their downward trip she felt the girl pull her thigh back from her raging tender pussy, she gasped and shivered in hopeful anticipation. The girl moved to kiss her and she responded wildly pulling the girl's lips to hers and began kissing her deeply and passionately.

Little of her cries of pleasure escaped the heated kiss, what did was swallowed in the pounding music. Hidden from the surrounding dancers the hand moved smoothly between her hot thighs to secretly caress her boiling crotch through her sodden clothing. The very idea that the girl was bold enough and that she was so aroused enough to let her touch her like that in such a public place thrilled Gina incredibly. Gently at first the long nimble fingers began toying with her engorged flesh through the thin barrier of her dress and panties. Appreciatively overexcited Gina moaned with pleasure into Raven's hungry passionate kiss as their lips and tongues danced together. Her legs shook so much she was all but incapable of dancing, pulling the girl close she wrapped her arms about her and dug her nails into the soft leather of her dress passionately. Immediately she did so the girl must have took it as encouragement, for the hand stroking between her thighs became far more active, its fingers caressed Gina harder pushing her dress and panties into the flowing wetness of her exquisitely aching pussy in it's eager exploration. Such excitement as Gina now felt was far beyond anything she could have dreamt of never mind expected, she shuddered with trusting pleasure as the girl toyed with her. 

Her hand snaked up the blonde's back to grip her by the neck; abruptly Raven broke away from the kiss as she did so leaving the poor girl whimpering and breathless. Pulling the girl's head back she stared into the flushed excited visage knowing the look of conquest in her green eyes tortured Gina as she toyed with the girl. She voraciously absorbed the waves of sexual emotions that flowed from the hapless girl as she teasingly played with the blonde's over aroused sex. Raven's eyes danced mischievously as she intimately and secretly caressed her prey for both of them now knew that Gina was putty in her hands. Almost as excited as her victim she was torn between wanting to take the girl now, right here or keeping her to be consumed later at leisure. Blocking her own desires for a while Raven removed her hand from between the girl's thighs and heard the cry of frustrated disappointment from the agonisingly aroused blonde. Taking check of her own excitement Raven laughed to herself, she relished the ultimate power of control and domination she had over so many of these mere mortal people. Soon the girl would irrevocably be hers to do with as she wished, for now though she was her next most succulent repast. Far too delectable a morsel to be squandered furtively here and now Raven decided to take her later but to satisfy curiosity and appease her desires a little she would have a little taster. 

Her mind swam in aroused turmoil Gina's distress at the broken caress was short-lived, as the blinding strobe continued to flash they stood still amongst the oblivious dancers, still held by the neck in the girl's strong but comfortable grip she gazed haplessly into the green orbs as she felt the girl's other hand at work. Between them long fingers were nimbly undoing one of the buttons low down on the front of her dress then furtively they slipped inside the damp fabric to explore. Still locked on the girl's eyes her expressive grey blue eyes opened wide with shock when she felt the hot fingers dancing on her bare thighs above her pale blue stocking tops. There was no respite, the intruding hand was exploring further, moving rapidly up the curves of her thigh past her lacy suspender strap across her belly to the front of her lacy panties. The long nails were now rasping over her wet swollen lips through the lace and cotton to send exquisite thrills through Gina who finally broke the stare to look about the crowded floor in terror. She realised the pair of them were surrounded by the dancing throng and might as well have been invisible as no one even seemed to notice them never mind what was happening between them.

Gina closed her eyes partially to shut out the sight of the crowds around them and immersed herself in the girl's delicious caress knowing she couldn't stop her lover now no matter how scared of discovery she might be. Pathetically she cried out and grasped Ravens shoulders pulling the two of them closer once more as the girl's exploring fingers slipped inside her panties. Once inside the elasticated waistband the hand eased down through her moist pubic hair to tightly cup the highly stimulated mound of slippery over sensitive flesh that nestled there. Shuddering with pleasure Gina whimpered holding Raven tightly against her as she was immediately entered easily and deeply by two of the girl's long nailed fingers. Unable to prevent it she felt the first delicious if weak orgasmic spasm mushroom through her, it spread outward from her pubis irresistibly urging her on. Gina began pumping her hips wildly against the girl's hand as she came almost instantly, stifling her cries of pleasure against the girl's shoulder she clung onto her lover as the climax tore through her. Hidden in the pulsing strobe light she came hard and fast as the waves of orgasm were let loose to play havoc in her nervous system. 

Whilst she was enjoying the slowly fading aftermath of her extraordinary orgasm Gina raised her eyes to look at her lovers face. It shone with perspiration and burnt with a demonic lust that filled Gina with an intoxicatingly frightful mix of fear and want as it dipped a little. Slowly the invasive hand moved and after effortlessly extracting it's fingers from her it then slid deeper between her spread thighs. Gina felt the girl's long nailed thumb being eased into her welcoming excitedly tender vagina, she gasped as nimble slippery fingers slid agilely on a filmy mix of her copious excitement and perspiration between her buttocks. Her anus was pleasurably teased in small circles by a persistent digit that was already well lubricated by her own copious sexual juices, relentlessly it increased pressure until her sphincter yielded and it entered her.

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As she was exquisitely abused Gina's hands fell limply to hold Raven loosely about her slender waist and she leant back gazing into the girl's fiery green eyes, even in the pulsing strobe light they burnt through her. A thrill sped through her body as she felt Raven's muscles tense; the girl began applying upward pressure forcing the intrusive finger and thumb deeper into her. Feeling the girl's studded leather wristband bite into her soft flesh grinding against her clitoris as she was spiked even deeper made her gasp and moan even more excitedly. She felt an intensely exciting bond between them that flowed like electricity as the leather-clad girl flexed her muscles, something was strange and unnatural about the situation that Gina both could not and did not desire to understand.

Raven's unimaginable strength lifted Gina until she was on tiptoes; there skewered on the girl's digits she hung for a moment amongst the unseeing preoccupied crowd. Highlighted by the flashing strobe lights, bathed in pure rapture as incredible as it seemed to Gina, her feet slowly left the dance floor. Gina's adoring gaze flitted back and forth between the girl's full red lips and her wickedly glittering big green eyes; her heart pounded in her excitedly as she hung expectantly knowing somehow that there was more to come. As yet unknown incredible pleasure was guaranteed her, she could see it in the girl's eyes as she gazed down on Raven's radiant angelic face.

As if she had been commanded Gina's excited eyes were drawn to Raven's smiling soft inviting pouting lips, which parted tantalisingly slowly. Mesmerised she stared in silent awe at the long white fangs that glittered menacingly between them in the strobe light. Strangely she felt no fear at all as Raven's free hand began casually brushing the damp blonde curls away from her sweat beaded throat. In fact overwhelmed with excitement Gina found herself leaning her head away trustingly exposing her long slender neck to the creature's gently stroking fingers. Held dangling in the air by the girls extraordinary strength for what seemed ages her pulse raced heartily while her excitement grew to fever pitch she eagerly awaited Raven's next move. Breathless she hung speared upon the girl's finger and thumb whimpering quietly unheard amongst the tumultuous din of the disco music and frenzied movements of the throng.

The mesmerising hold the girl had on her gaze was suddenly withdrawn, at once Gina's head lolled back and she gazed about her. It was as though her recent orgasm or the waves of rapture that currently flowed from her had fuelled the unseeing throngs excitement. As her rolling eyes darted about many of the couples had become engaged in activities that were far more intimate than dancing. Suddenly her wandering attention refocused itself upon her own plight for she could sense something was about to happen. She was being drawn forwards and lowered toward the creature's waiting fangs. Her legs were useless, they had no strength now and unable to support her weight they hung useless and limp beneath her, she was doomed.

Soft hot lips moved to brush her throat as she was drawn closer to the girl; she felt them as they opened wide drawing her eager tingling flesh into them. Wrapping her arms about the girl she sighed with pleasure relishing the intensity of the intimate contact between them. This was the most erotic of love bites Gina had experienced she held her breath and her eager heart pounded wildly as she awaited the inevitable pain. There was little discomfort at all as her heightened senses both heard and felt the needle sharp fangs pierce her hot flesh cleanly releasing their venom into her on the initial bite. Around the bite on her throat an intense ball of nerve shattering pleasure grew to an almost unbearable level until it suddenly burst and showered through her whole body like an electrical storm. For what seemed an eternity the bolts of agonising pleasure were repeatedly overloading her already frantic nervous system. Totally overwhelmed Gina wailed pathetically as she was repeatedly wracked by spasms of incapacitating rapture dangling defenceless against the creature as it fed from her wound.

As her far flung senses returned Gina became aware of the crowds still dancing and groping one another all around the two of them, apparently still in apparent total oblivion of what had just occurred. She was reeling like a drunk, unsteady she realised that she knelt on her knees in the middle of the dance floor, the girl stood a small way off wiping smears of red from around her smiling mouth. Her intensely bright green eyes now sparkled with a satisfied twinkle in her flushed face as she silently offered her slender hand to Gina. Shuffling forward and taking it without thinking Gina became immediately aware of its sticky wetness and realised that it was covered with her own copious love juices. With assistance Gina stood on wobbly legs, in silence she was led away from the dance floor. Without delay the girl drew her along, winding her way through the bustling nightclub to a door that was boldly marked in red 

"Private."

In overawed silence Gina watched numbly as the leather-clad girl tapped a code into the security keypad beside the door, the door swung open and the girl gestured for her to follow as she slipped through it. Without pausing to ponder her fate or worry Gina followed the girl through the door. With a heavy solid thud it shut behind them automatically cutting out most of the club noise instantly. Her legs had regained some of their strength as she followed the girl along the dimly lit corridor past several doors. They paused outside what was clearly a heavy-duty security door while the girl once again tapped a code into the keypad beside it. When it opened she was led into a plush well furnished but windowless office. Lit only by a single low wattage wall lamp the office had a warm snug feel to it. The music from the club faded to a dull thumping heartbeat like rhythm as the heavy door shut behind them a moment later with a hydraulic whoosh. 

Standing in the middle of the softly lit private inner sanctum of the office Gina turned to face the door and Raven who was fiddling with the control panel. Her control over her muscles seemingly vanished, some primitive urge to flee futilely fought to make itself heard, instinct took over and tried o trigger a flee mechanism, she found herself staggering backwards for several steps. As Raven turned to face her she halted, now immobile and defenceless Gina felt herself silently quivering with unnatural expectation as the girl stared at her in silence. The look of ravenous desire on her gorgeous face said all there was to say, it told Gina that this bizarre encounter was far from over. Already tonight she had experienced such indescribable pleasure and also been subjected to an inexplicable display of supernatural power. What she saw in the glittering emerald gaze left Gina without doubt knowing even more was to come, very soon.

Frozen helplessly to the spot she watched as the girl strutted over, she drew closer, smiling triumphantly as she approached. Helpless to resist she could only watch enthralled as the creature reached out with long slender heavily ringed fingers to lightly caress her heaving breasts. Captivated Gina's eyes watched the incredibly long black lacquered nails of Raven's forefingers trace feather light circles around the prominent bulge of her highly excited aurolae and hard nipples. Impetuously she thrust them out eager for the girl's attentions, her breasts insistently straining against the moist thin cotton of her perspiration soaked dress. Low sighs of enraptured pleasure escaped Gina's lips as the girl's wonderfully gifted hands spread to softly caress her more firmly. Closing her eyes as she was being fondled Gina felt the unstoppable aching lust rising progressively within her once again as the hands slipped from her breasts up beneath her blonde curls to caress her shoulders.

Almost mindless with rapture Gina felt Raven's fingers hook beneath the damp fabric of her dress at both shoulders then bunch to grasp it. Somehow sensing what was about to happen her heart lurched and she braced herself expectantly. Suddenly the girl jerked her arms back, the relatively weak stitching of Gina's dress ripped easily apart across her shoulders and from armpit to waistband down the seams. As the girl continued to pull the buttons popped open, several of them tore free scattering about the room. The loud tearing noise startled Gina back to the present as her dress was destroyed but she was incapable of reacting in defence even if she had wished. The top half of her dress was rent apart and when Raven released it the fabric fell loosely about her waist held up only by the thin gold belt she wore. Her unprotected breasts glowed softly in the warm low light that came from a single dim wall light, as she stood exposed before Raven. The knowledge that she would willingly give or do anything the creature demanded of her without doubt excited Gina even further. Her heart pounded insanely while she watched trembling and dry mouthed as Raven smiled wickedly then very slowly unzipped the black leather dress from the top down to the hem. Gina's thoughts raced wildly as she watched the girl slip the dresses straps off her shoulders to let it fall from her. Striking a majestic pose that would normally have made Gina laugh the girl stood proudly before her dressed only in black thigh high boots, stockings, suspenders and jewellery. 

Instead of laughing Gina stood adoringly before Raven enviously admired the smaller girl's lithe athletic gorgeous irresistible body. Her gaze wandered down from the perfectly conical breasts tipped with brown pointed hard teats over the smooth firm belly to stare at the girl's hairless mound that she suddenly and desperately longed to touch. Already pounding as if ready to burst Gina's eager heart lurched again in her breast when she found herself suddenly reaching out nervously with both trembling hands to touch the girl's breasts. As she did so she looked deep into Raven's burning eyes and her gaze was ensnared. Watching for the faintest hint of displeasure in the twinkling green pools Gina began stroking the soft smooth firm flesh, her trembling fingers rasped over the stiff hard rubbery nipples seeing the girl twitch at her first tentative caress.

Encouraged by this, feeling more confident she looked down then bent her head eager to kiss her breasts twin perfection. As her full excited lips devoured a nut-brown sweat salty teat hungrily she breathed in the heady aroma of leather and sweat. Encouraged she felt the creatures hands caress on her bare back running up into her damp blonde curls to pull her head closer. Sucking hard she drew as much of the girl's breast into her open mouth as she could and attacked the firm rubbery teat with her tongue repeatedly. Somehow Gina could sense the change in the girl's behaviour as she became more and more excited. Gina yelped as her hair was seized roughly, she was forced deliberately slowly to her knees before Raven. All this time Gina was allowed to kiss and lick the girl's hot smooth leather and musk perfumed skin. Lower and lower Gina's head was guided, down over the girl's ribs, her tummy, her hips and abdomen. All the time Gina kissed and licked the girl's salty skin until as she neared Raven's mound only to be pulled away. Her eyes were presented with the creature's sex held as it was, mere inches from her lips and she couldn't believe how strongly she felt the desire to bury her face in it. Sensing by the forbidding way the girl held her back Gina had to force herself not to reach up and touch the peach's inviting softness with her fingers.

The girl's pussy seemed to quiver with lust as Gina admired its delightfulness she noted how the unusually large reddened clitoris thrust out angrily from between the otherwise smooth perfect slit. The as she knelt watching enthralled the girl's wet swollen inner labia suddenly began to blossom forth from the glistening slit As the girl's inner labia opened petal like they seemed to beckon irresistibly for her attentions. As she felt the girls grip change from holding her head away to a gentle pushing Gina‘s arms slipped instinctively around the girl's firm thighs anchoring herself as she nervously prepared to taste a girl's pussy for the first time. 

Cautiously Gina kissed around the girl's thighs and belly once again breathing in the intoxicating faint smell of leather mixed with the girl's excited odour although all she really wanted was to plunge straight in. Hesitantly she pecked around and about the offered sex at first thinking to draw out the girl's pleasure but Raven soon pulled her head insistently against her mound before she was ready. Gina's nose was suffocatingly crushed into the girl's hot wetness as her face was plunged into the girl's dripping pussy. When the girl's thick copious juices ran into her nostrils it's musky sweet strong scent permeated Gina's nostrils and she was forced to open her mouth to breathe. Ravens excited intoxicating fluids flowed in swamping her tongue with their exquisite flavour. Greedily she licked searching for more nectar between the girl's soft lips and they flowered forth even more, distending and oozing fluid generously in response as Gina eagerly probed more deeply with her eager tongue. Pressing her face firmly to the hot wetness between the girl's thighs Gina gorged herself on Raven's liquid excitement. Her lips attempted to clamp tightly around the girls sex but Gina could feel the cooling rivulets of the girl's escaping thick fluids running thickly down her own hot neck and breasts. Feeling the girl begin to buck against her mouth Gina recognised the first sign of an approaching climax in the girl instinctively and redoubled her squirming tongues efforts determined to bring the girl to orgasm.




A Dance for Gina



Raven's overwhelming lust almost lost her control of the situation as she was brought incredibly rapidly and easily to the brink of orgasm by Gina's inexperienced but eager lovemaking. Frantically she attempted to retake command of the situation and grabbed the blonde's tousled locks pulling her head back violently. Holding the now struggling Gina away as she attempted to calm her raging passion she watched the kneeling girl who was frantic to continue drinking her intoxicating sexual juices. For a while Raven began to believe she had regained control of both the girl and herself though her body still burned dangerously close to the edge.

"Please oh please I want more!" Gina whimpered, "Let me make you come, please!"

Vainly the girl pleaded with her and struggled trying desperately to reach her sex but Raven held her face far enough away until Gina at least seemed to calm down. Suddenly though in a valiant attack Gina's hand shot out and speared deep into Raven's wetness with three of her fingers. As they plunged deep into her she quaked for an instant, she lost her grip on the blonde allowing Gina to break free. Instantly Gina's eager mouth swooped upon Raven's sex targeting her large clitoris, Raven had lost the battle for a short while at least. As the blonde eagerly set to work once more sucking hard on her clitoris while pumping her fist into her Raven knew climax was close and unstoppable. Within a few moments she was crying out maniacally as she thrashed against Gina's eager mouth and fingers reeling in surge after surge of ecstatic orgasm. 

Suddenly with an unbelievable strength in mid climax Raven had prized Gina away and hauled the girl to her feet by her hair like a rag doll to kiss her deeply. She then proceeded to lick her own spent fluids from Gina's flushed face then licked all the sticky fluids from the girl's hot neck proceeding down past her shoulders. Releasing her grip on Gina's hair Raven seemed to calm down a little and her tongue and lips then worked their way lower to the girl's large swinging breasts exciting poor Gina even more. Once more Gina's lust rose to fever pitch and her trembling aroused body craved sexual release as the creatures lips and tongue toyed with her distended highly sensitive teats moving back and forth teasing each in turn.

The balance had returned and incredibly aroused as she was Gina stood obediently still allowing the girl to do as she wished happy at the way she herself had brought her lover to orgasm so easily moments ago. Nimble fingers were meanwhile at work and they easily unclasped her gold belt letting it fall noisily to the wood floor then began fumbling with the buttons of her dress before resorting to tearing the already ruined dress from her hips in their eagerness. As her torn dress gave way and gravity caused it to slide slowly down her long legs to lay crumpled around her ankles Gina trembled in fearful agonising anticipation as her saturated lacy panties were being tugged down over her hips. Raven's nimble hands quickly eased them over her suspender belt clasps and once past her stocking tops she left them to gravity to make them fall about her feet.

Propelled backwards by the hips Gina stepped out from the pile of damp and dishevelled clothing watching dry mouthed as the girl stooped to pick up something from the pile. Kicking the torn dress aside Raven lifted Gina's soiled undies to her nose she sighed and breathed in deeply. Obviously to Gina she was relishing her personal odour from the intimately moist garment. Casting the garment aside after a moment Raven stepped around the crumpled dress coming face to face with Gina and took a hold of her shoulders. Without speaking a word the girl turned her around to face the low office desk. With a gentle but insistent shove on her shoulder blades Gina was made to lean forward over the tooled leather desktop. Her arms shook and her hot sweaty hands stuck to the cool hide. She gasped aloud as Raven began kissing and licking all down her back and quivered as the girl's tongue traced the bumps of her spine as it descended lower. Meanwhile Raven's hands caressed Gina deliciously running riot all over her trembling highly aroused body.

Kisses were showered over her bum as she felt Ravens hands slide down her long legs to grasp her ankles. They were forced further and further apart by the incredibly strong girl and Gina was more than happy to oblige. In the meanwhile Raven's soft lips had began kissing around the sensitive band of naked thigh above Gina's stocking tops. Moaning and gasping with enjoyment Gina leant lower laying her face and breasts upon the chilly desktop hoping that doing so would make her throbbing pussy a little more accessible to the girl's caress. Trembling as the hot breath blew on her tender flesh she waited in agonising expectation of the first kiss.

Almost ghostly the first touch came making Gina whimper as the tongue flickered over her and tasted her arousal. With increasing pressure it wandered back and forth over her engorged lips several times before suddenly plunging deep into her. Raven's lips clamped around her cleft sucking her out fiercely as the incredibly long tongue squirmed its way deep inside her driving her wild. Gina's perspiring face was soon stuck to the desk top and her nails dug into the tooled hide as she felt herself rapidly building up to another mind blowing climax and wailed pathetically.

Opening her eyes she twisted her head back to see the semi naked creature knelt between her spread thighs worming her face deeper into her eager crotch. A new intensity was reached as Raven then withdrew her tongue and began to concentrate fully on her responsive clitoris. Uncontrollably Gina screamed and cried out constantly as she was skilfully kept wickedly teetering on the very brink of orgasm by the girl's torturously talented tongue. When eventually Raven allowed her pleading victim to come the resultant climax was unbelievable Gina's head spun dizzily and the blood pounded in her ears as the spasms gripped her. 

Of fantastic proportions the electrifying waves of pleasure coursed through her already fraught nervous system creating havoc with her senses. Her long nails tore into the leather desk top several of them breaking off as the relentless orgasm swept over her until at last though she was still coming her weak legs just buckled. Slowly she fell to her knees turning about as she did so and sat open legged on the carpet while the ecstasy of her climax subsided she stared through swirling bright lights with her poorly focused eyes at Raven.

The creature knelt down before Gina and as her far scattered senses gradually returned she became aware of the highly charged atmosphere and instinctively she knew what was about to happen. Part of her already knew and had accepted how Raven needed the hot sexually charged blood that coursed through her arteries. So Gina was both unable and unwilling to stop the creature as she came to her first kissing her full on the lips and very deeply. 

Her tongue slid eagerly into Raven's mouth deliberately it sought out the sharp teeth within tearing itself intentionally against the razor sharp fangs. Gina felt the electric excitement flow through the creature as she tasted her blood greedily feeding from the tiny wound. This was the supreme pleasure for Raven and excitedly Gina knew she wanted more from her and the chance of her dying somehow made it all the more seductive to Gina as Raven's lips moved slightly away and she broke the kiss. Any repulsion or fear lurking in the far extremes of Gina's mind was swept away as she gazed into Ravens now golden catlike eyes. Gina shook with excitement as she quietly spoke the first real words since their short introduction.

"Take me, give me the highest ecstasy I crave my love?" Gina whispered almost pleading "Tell me your name so I may serve you forevermore."

"Raven is my true name and it fills me with joy to oblige you my sweet" her hands reached once more to sweep the blonde curls from Gina's already bloodied throat.

At first the creature kissed her lips softly once again and Gina trembled in terrible anticipation of what was to come. Lovingly and excited Gina's heart pounded and she gasped as Ravens lips slipped towards her waiting throat casually licking the sweat salts from her hot trembling skin. Then came the delightful sensation as the two women bonded to one another the exquisite tingling that grew as the succubus drew in Gina's soft pliant flesh as it prepared to bite. Considerately Gina arched her slender neck once more and her fervent excited breath came raggedly as she gave herself willingly to the creature again. For what seemed an agonising eternity she waited for the bite.

In a total rapture far in excess of anything sex could bring Gina felt the sharp fangs biting deep into her yielding flesh once more and the creature began to feed again. Gina held her inhuman lover tenderly close to her whilst she swam ecstatically in a sea of glorious anguish, which far surpassed any mortal pleasure she had ever known. Endless waves of delirious euphoria swept over her as Raven fed and with each drawing of her vibrant blood Gina slipped a little further into enveloping soft darkness. 

Eventually the blonde beauty grew heavy in her arms and Raven realised that she must stop feasting on her sweet life force to spare the poor girl's delicate life. Gently she lowered the pretty girl to the floor and went wobbling towards her desk. As often happened the very strength of the victim's passion caused an effect in her like intoxication if she took too much. Reaching the desk Raven sat on the edge to steady herself before picking up the phone and dialling. She had to spare this girl, she could imagine a great many uses and ideas for a pretty beauty like this! 



A Dance in Rio



BabyGirl,

I want to dance with you... in Rio de Janeiro during Carnival. I think I want you on a float in the middle of the parade with me. We can dance with the other 15 or 18 de Jenerians on the float. Huge, loud, sweaty, hot crowds around us.

Lots of music. Loud and fast beats. You can dance in my arms; swing your head back and forth looking up. Hips moving in time with each other. Everyone's sweaty and hot. The movement of the float sways with all of us dancers.

Oh, and did I mention, we're all topless? This is Carnival after all. Your pretty breasts glistening and moving in the sun. My chest wet with perspiration. You're in my arms dancing; our chests are touching. Fingers glide up your sides. You've got tight white shorts on.

My hands find your ass and pull you close to me. You tease me with an almost kiss; your mouth coming close enough for me to smell the fruit on your breath; then you pull your face back – laughing at me.

Your hands find my ass. I'm in some khaki shorts. You pull me closer to you. You feel an almost hard cock through my shorts. You place my leg against your crotch and grind. Your hips moving up and down to the music. You love showing off your breasts and do that every time you sway your head back and roll.

But after every time you sway back, you come back to me. Your tits touch my chest and belly as you dance into my embrace. I almost kiss you again, but you pull back. Your leg slides up high on my hip and back down.

Fingers are touching your back, your shoulders, your hair, your neck, your ass. They aren't all mine. You have no idea whose – nor do you care. My fingers trace down your neck, across your collar bone, and across your beautiful breasts. Despite the heat, a pretty nipple tightens up under my touch.

The music slows down. I pull you more into my arms. Hugging you tightly and slowly swaying with you now. Your crotch still pressed against my leg. I feel the heat from your cunt through your shorts. My fingers slide down your chest and between us touching your belly – teasing you with the thought of going further down.

But of course, do not – way too many people around. But I'm not above caressing your nipples while you're in my arms. Touching your neck. My face comes closer to kiss your lips, and you turn away. All I get is your neck on my lips.

And I love your neck. The sweat running down. Your skin in my mouth and lips. My tongue traces a line to your shoulders. I think someone is kissing the other side of your neck, and some fingers trace down your back – none are mine.

My fingers continue to trace down your chest and belly. The dancing, the music, the heat, the two sets of lips on your neck all combine to make you a little... wet. With little concern for the people around, the next time my fingers tease you with going lower on your belly, you grab my hand.

And you push my hand down your shorts. Tight shorts. And so hot and sweaty down there. Your body is close to mine – practically hiding what my hand is doing to you. I bypassed your thong quickly, and touch your cunt lips.

Your hips start rocking back and forth. Now, instead of just a leg to grind on, you're pushing your hips onto my fingers; urging them to explore more of the inside of your sweaty cunt lips. The music and atmosphere is intoxicating.

I love the look on your face; the shape of your mouth as your pussy finally gets rubbed; the glint in your eyes; the sound escaping your mouth as you're finally touched – is exquisite.

The music speeds up, but we don't care. You're still in my arms dancing too slow. Still moving against my fingers. Breasts moving across my chest. My other hand moves through your hair. Other hands touch your ass, your back. Fingers and lips brush along your neck, shoulders, and even the sides of your breasts; men and womens' hands and lips – you don't care.

I love the shutter of your body and feeling of your pussy responding to my touch. You push my hand further down. There's a definite chance that others around us know you're being fingered on this float. But you don't care. You want fingers inside you. A gasp escapes your throat as lips kiss your neck, and my fingers delve inside your cunt.

So wet. So hot. So tight. So... mine. Your hips start to move faster now. I explore deeper inside you. I curl my fingers back a little, touching the spongy part on the front of the inside of your pussy. You start pushing against me harder now.

Your breath is speeding up. You're incredibly wet. You're definitely a star on this stage here. Our fellow dancers are kind of hiding you from the crowd as you fuck yourself with my fingers harder – not that you care.

Your orgasm continues to build. Your hips thrusting harder onto my fingers. My fingers are so wet with you cunt juices and sweat. They so enjoy the way your cunt responds to my touch – the way MY cunt responds to my touch.

And you cum BabyGirl. I feel the juices practically burst out of you cunt hole. You drench my fingers. A moan escapes your throat. I pull your hair hard, and thrust up into you as hard as my fingers can from this standing position going down your shorts. I know how sensitive you are after you cum, but don't care.

After you've had enough you practically rip my hand out of your shorts. Your legs and inner thighs are dipping with your cum. And so are my fingers. I lick you off my fingers Love how your face looks. Love the shape your shorts are in now.

And then my BabyGirl gets a dangerous glint in her eye. Still not kissing me, you move in close, breasts against my chest, unbutton my shorts with one hand, and slide your fingers along my shaft under my underwear. I've been hard for what feels like forever.

You stand close to me, and start stroking me up and down. You know how I love the harder stroke down my shaft and softer when you pull up. Your other hand touches my chest. And you look me right in the eye.

Some strangers' hands and fingers trace my back as you're jerking me off. It doesn't take long to get me close. I've been excited and hot and hard for quite a while. You whisper in my ear, "tell me when you're getting ready to cum." I love the hint of mischief in your voice.

A few minutes later, my breathing gets harder. My hips are moving back and forth against your hand as you jerk me. I can't take much more. I lean over and tell you, "I'm going to cum."

You drop to your knees. You pull the tip of my dick over my underwear. And in a swift motion you start jerking me off through the cloth. You look me in the eyes. Then you take 1-1/2 inch of my cock in your mouth – the entire head. Almost immediately, you feel the load building along my shaft. A few movements up and down my cock head with your mouth; a few jerks on my shaft, and I pop.

You take as much cum as you can in your mouth. Some leaks out the sides – probably on purpose. You pull back your head some, and watch a little squirt out after the initial load. It drips down my leg and shorts. It drips down your chin. You're such a good girl – You never stop looking me in the eye.

You stand up, push your body against me, and rebutton my shorts – with one hand. With the other, you grab the back of my neck and pull my lips down for a kiss. Gods you're sexy... and evil....



A Dance to Remember



*I want to thank Karmasoft for editing my story and I hope you guys like it*

Standing naked in her bedroom, Lily admired her reflection in the full-length mirror. The overhead light cast a flattering glow around the room and highlighted her young and shapely form.

She turns right and then left before cupping her supple breasts in her hands. She pushes them higher up her chest and then tugs down the hem of her gold V-neck top few inches.

Lily knows from experience that if she wants hot guys to buy her drinks all night, displaying as much cleavage as possible is critical. That, as well as dancing, flirting and caressing their ego and body at opportune moments.

Not only does her rack look great, but her black skirt, that swishes when she walks, clings snugly to the soft slope of her tight, firm ass. It also rides up her thighs, exposing a lot of her toned, athletic leg.

After twisting her wheat-colored hair into a messy-yet-stylish bun, Lily dusts her cheeks with blush. She adds a bit of shimmery, eye-shadow to her lids and then paints her full lips with lip stick, the color of just-ripe cherries.

Lily is looking forward to an evening of dancing at a new nightclub; sure to be filled with wealthy, beautiful people and she wants to look like the hot, little temptress she is. She also hopes that it will take her mind off her douche-bag, ex-boyfriend.

After checking her appearance one last time in the mirror, her lithe firm body and perfectly made-up face reflecting nicely, she licks her lips and grabs her small clutch purse. Turning off her bedroom light, she saunters down the narrow hallway and stops outside her brother's bedroom door.

Lily is a bit nervous, hoping that her older brother won't be bored partying with his finally-old-enough-to-drink baby sister. She knows that he isn't a fan of the nightclub scene and, in his opinion, the music is too loud, the drinks are too weak and the bartenders are gold-digging whores. It is opening night and she wanted to check out the club before any of her friends. However, the thought of going alone made her feel uneasy. Thankfully, her older brother said he'd go with her but only after she'd threatened to paint his dirt bike pink.

Knocking on his door, she has to roughly force it open just to step inside his room. Once she manages to squeeze past the doorframe she glances around. It's like a war zone. It's littered with piles of clothes, camping gear, college textbooks and dirt bike paraphernalia.

"Hey, sis. Sorry I'm takin' so long. I'm looking for my cell phone." Her brother Evan remarks as he lies down on the floor and stretches his arm underneath the bed.

Lily kicks aside an empty bottle of aftershave and tries to navigate her way toward the center of his room.

"Ya know, for a 26 year old man, your bedroom looks a lot like a teenager's dungeon."

"You're wrong. If a teenager slept in here, comic books, video games and porno mags would be scattered all over the place." Evan chuckles, crawling out from under the bed with his iPhone in hand.

Standing up, he casually flexes his tan, muscular arms before crossing them over his surprisingly broad and muscular chest.

A wide grin spreads across Lily's face as he leans back against his messy desk.

Her big brother looks hot! Lily thinks to herself as she admires his toned body.

"Mmm, Evan. Look at you!" Lily whistles, fanning herself dramatically. His hair is a few shades darker than hers and has grown to a strapping 6'2. He has stunning blue eyes and a charming face, but it is his boyish, bright smile that not only melts women's hearts but also encourages them to easily drop their wet panties to their ankles for him. 

Lily is surprised to see him so dressed up. He's wearing a cobalt blue button-up shirt and dark designer jeans that look like they've been tailored especially for him, highlighting his muscular ass and strong legs.

She had no idea that her big brother looked so good when he dressed up. Except for his school clothes, he usually wears old T-shirts and gym shorts around the house. Weekends are the worst, when he comes home covered in sweat and grime after going camping or riding his dirt bike with his friends.

"I cut my hair and shaved off my beard. Whatever." He responds, trying not to blush.

"You still have a five o'clock shadow, little guy." Lily teases.

"Well, I don't want to look like a cross between a pretty boy and a metrosexual man. You know I'm not that kind of guy."

"I know but you still look like a beautiful angel. Ahh... So dreamy." She teases, falling back on her brother's bed as if she's fainted. Her hand lands across her forehead and she closes her eyes, trying to keep a straight face while her body lies prone on his bed, exposing more flesh than many sisters would feel comfortable showing to their own brothers.

Evan is quiet for several seconds before drawing in a deep breath and sharply clearing his throat.

"What?" She asks, cracking open one eye to look at him.

"Oh, um, it's just that you might want to sit up."

"What? Why?"

She lifts her head.

"Because I can see your black panties." He is breathing heavily as he speaks and his voice comes out in a low tremor. His bright eyes darken and for a moment an unreadable expression crosses his face.

Lily didn't realize that her short skirt had ridden up her slender legs when she plopped down on his bed. With one knee bent and the other stretched out on the mattress, her brother has a clear view of her puffy pussy lips. Her bare thighs are slightly parted and the thin material has nicely conformed to her pretty cunt. She intentionally chose a small g-string for tonight, which leaves little to the imagination.

Squealing theatrically, Lily scrambled off the bed and tripped over his backpack. Flying forward she almost lands on the floor but Evan quickly intervenes. He reaches out and grabs her upper arm with one hand while catching her around her waist with the other. Roughly yanking her over the backpack, she stumbles into his muscular arms, her body pressing against his chest. In his haste to catch her, his hand slides from around her waist to her ass and he firmly clutches it in his palm, holding her close so that she can regain her balance.

His hand is like a hot iron, branding her butt and Lily gasps, quickly stepping away.

Sensing the enormity of what he has just done, her brother quickly removes his hands and holds them up like a thief who's surrendering.

"Sorry!" He whispers, his cheeks turning red. His eyes say that he wasn't trying to cop a feel. It was an accident. The mere thought of touching his baby sis in a sexual manner makes him nauseous.

Lily immediately adjusts her black skirt, tugging down the hem and covering herself up. She's mortified. She isn't sure which part of her body is burning hotter, the handprint on her ass or her fiery crimson cheeks.

"Oh my God. I'm sorry. Evan I--Oh my god." Lily can't believe this is happening and she tries to run out his room. She feels like she would run across the country to spare herself from further embarrassment. She'd practically forced him to grab her ass and only a few minutes before that she flashed him her panty-clad pussy.

"No, no. Wait." Evan blocks the door and gently embraces her in his arms again. He doesn't want her to feel shy and uncomfortable around him, even though it was clearly an awkward situation.

"It's okay, Lily. I didn't look or anything and I didn't mean to grab you." He says, quickly offering her reassurance.

"Yeah right!" She manages to murmur in annoyance, playfully punching him in the arm. If his stupid room wasn't a wreck, none of this would have happened, she thinks to herself.

"Oh come on have I ever lied to you, kiddo?" Trying to distract her, Evan tugs her hair tie out of her hair and ruffles her silky locks.

"Hey! Stop that!" She hisses, pushing her brother away. "Do you know how long it took me to do my hair!?"

"No, but judging by your reaction, I'm guessing longer than five minutes? Not that I could tell." He steps back, with a playful grin on his face waiting for his lil' sis to take a swing at him again.

"Evan!" She huffs, placing her hands on her slim hips and shaking her head. The movement causes her wavy hair frame her beautiful, sculpted face, making her look even more radiant. 

"Forget your hair and let's go. The stupid club is probably already packed." Before she can respond, Evan grabs his wallet, phone, and keys and walks out the bedroom door.

The ride to the night club is quiet, an unspoken tension still lingering between the siblings. She's still embarrassed that her older brother groped her ass and caught her in such a compromising position. As much as he tried to spare her dignity, she knows that he got a good look. It's a good thing that she decided to slip on a pair of underwear tonight.

Besides the occasional headlights of passing vehicles, the inside of the car is dimly lit. So Lily steals glances at him out of the corner of her eye.

Objectively, she's always known that he's cute, but now that he's cleaned up like Cinderella she can see him for the attractive man that he is. He definitely has sex appeal. Warmth slithers through her body and settles between her legs. She tightly clenches them together and her pussy starts to tingle. What brought that on? Lily wonders to herself.

"I can't believe Kelly broke up with you," Lily suddenly blurts out.

"How do you know about that?" Evan asks incredulously. He glances over at her, his blue eyes narrowing. He doesn't like gossip, especially concerning his love life.

"Duh. Mom, told me."

"Well, she needs to get her facts straight. Kelly didn't break up with me, I dumped the bitch after I caught her fucking my dead-beat roommate."

"Oh, sorry..." Lily replies quietly, turning away and staring out the window.

Evan sighs and reaches across the seat to hold her soft hand. For some unknown reason, that simple touch makes his fingers tingle and he can't help but notice how perfectly they fit together. Maybe it's just because they are siblings. "It's okay, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm just pissed off..." and pent up, he thinks to himself, as he let's her go and grips the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary.

Evan laments the fact that he hasn't gotten laid in two months. That's a long time for him to go without pussy. He's had a terrible case of blue balls for a while now and jacking off to internet porn isn't doing it for him. His cock needs a warm, wet hole to call home and he is aching inside his pants. He notices somewhat guiltily that even his own sister is starting to look pretty hot. 

"Mom told me that you recently broke up with someone, too."

Lily's doesn't speak for several minutes and they sit again in silence. The thought of her ex makes her angry, but also sad. They broke up a week ago, only because she wasn't ready to have sex with him. He was a total dick about it and laughed at her because she was a 21 year-old virgin. He called her a prude and told her that he wasn't into nuns. 

Then he stopped calling.

"I got dumped." The words sting and she fiddles with her necklace, trying not to cry.

"What? Why?"

"I dunno." 

She doesn't want to tell her big brother that she's a virgin and if he found out she was pressured into having sex, he'd kick the guy's ass. 

"Maybe he wanted to be with someone prettier." Lily speculates out loud.

Lily knows that could have contributed to the break up. Who knows with her stupid horn-dog ex? Her tone of voice is shaky and she slumps her shoulders, sinking down into her seat.

"That's impossible." Evan states firmly.

The image of her laid out on his bed comes unbidden to his mind and Evan swallows, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Catching a glimpse of her cute little panties was a surreal experience and her tight little ass felt so smooth and firm against his fingers. He had noticed that it had a perfect sloping curve and fit perfectly in his strong hand. His little baby sis isn't a kid anymore, Evan thought to himself. She's blossomed into an incredibly sexy young woman. Her ex is a fucking idiot for dumping her.

As they pull up to Blaze, the night club, Evan jumps out of the car and hands his keys to the valet. Another valet holds the door open for Lily, no doubt hoping for a quick up-skirt shot of a beautiful woman. Lily does not oblige him, stepping primly out of the car with her legs pressed close together. 

Just as her big brother predicted, there's an extremely long line of people waiting to get into the swanky joint. They could be stuck outside for over an hour, Lily realizes.

Groaning inwardly, Lily trails behind her brother but instead of walking towards the end of the line, he confidently strolls up to the bouncer, cutting his way through the crowd.

A few people shout at him for skipping the line but he doesn't appear to care. Cheering up his baby sister is the only thing on his mind.

"Hey man. Can we go in?" Evan asks, smoothly slipping a fifty-dollar bill out of his wallet and into the doorman's hand.

The monsterous bouncer with huge muscles rippling down his arms sizes him up and down before his attention focuses on Lily. He blatantly stares at her. His dark green eyes roam over every inch of her body and she blushes as his eyes linger on her luscious curves. His penetrating gaze is pinned on her large, partially exposed breasts and from the hungry look in his eyes Lily can see clearly that he wants to fuck her.

"Fine. Go ahead," the intimidating man says, taking the cash and nodding his head towards the entrance.

Lily watches in astonishment as the bouncer un-hooks the velvet rope and let's them pass.

"Mmm, I'll see you later big tits." He grins, licking his lips mischievously.

Lily doesn't know how to respond so she hurries through the door, following her brother inside.

"Wow, Evan! I can't believe you got us in! That was awesome." She shouts, clutching his arm excitedly. She even jumps up and down.

The music inside the club is loud and the place is packed. The majority of the crowd is young like Lily and Evan but there are quite a few handsome and well-dressed men roaming around—the kind of men that are made of money and looking for a young hottie to sugar.

Glancing around the room, Lily takes in different colored strobe lights streaking across the walls and illuminating the dance floor in short bursts. Professional, scantily-clad female dancers saunter by tables while twirling batons with fiery tips at the ends.

She watches in fascination as the young women extinguish the flames with their pretty open mouths, as if giving the baton a sensual blowjob.

A few of the male bartenders line up rows of shot glasses and ignite the alcohol before handing them out to thirsty, rambunctious patrons. Without a doubt, this place is the coolest club she's ever been to.

"Come on let's find a table. You take the lead and I'll walk behind you." Evan yells, leaning down and hooking his arm around Lily's slim waist. Staying close behind, he guides her in front of him.

"Why do I have to lead? I'm shorter than you." She shouts, trying to speak over the blaring music.

"Because, we haven't even been here five minutes and guys are already checking out your ass."

Lily laughs and scans the room. "There's a spot to sit back there, by the dance floor," she calls out, pointing ahead.

Maneuvering their way around the herd of drunken dancers, they claim an empty booth and sit down together. Evan scoots across the seat beside her and, seemingly without meaning to, his fingertips brush against her bare leg.

"Sorry," he mutters, snatching his hand away from the heat of her thigh and placing it securely on the table. 

Evan realizes that again a simple touch of his sister's skin has caused his cock to begin pulsing and growing in his tightening jeans, and he runs his hands through his hair in frustration. What the fuck is wrong with him? His little sister can't be turning him on; it's a crime in the sibling playbook, not to mention the Bible. Both of them were raised under a strict Christian value system and his years of upbringing suddenly feel at odds with the way he is starting to notice his gorgeous sister.

Luckily Lily doesn't seem to notice the predicament he's in. She's too busy flagging down a server.

Thank God.

As their buxom waitress approaches, Evan's lips part and his eyes dilate.

The server places a drink menu on the table but he's drinking in the sight of her. She's extremely hot, with beautiful long legs and full, light pink lips. She has a butterfly tattoo on her shoulder and curly red hair. As she leans down, Evan catches a glimpse of the soft valley between her succulent breasts and he can tell that she isn't wearing a bra underneath her tight spandex halter top. 

Lily roughly elbows him in the side and he blinks, lifting his eyes from their waitress' cleavage and back to his sister's beautiful face.

"Hi. My name is Sarah and I'm going to be all yours, all night!" she sounds upbeat and enthusiastic as if she genuinely likes her job.

Evan's sister jumps in to fill her brother's awkward silence. "Okay, awesome. I'm Lily and this is Evan and we'd like to order one bottle of Rolling Rock and a shot of Fireball."

"Good choice, I'll be right back with your order." She gives Evan a flirtatious smile before quickly walking back up to the bar, her firm ass swishing away from them.

Suddenly Lily bursts out laughing in a fit of giggles.

"Oh my god! Stare much? You so need to get laid!" She teases, playfully squeezing his leg and bumping her shoulder with his.

"Huh?"

"You were totally checking out the waitress. It's okay, though. She's into you, too."

Evan frowns. That's great news, but even if he did decide to nail "Sarah," he doesn't want his kid sister hanging around.

After nearly 20 minutes of waiting, she finally returns with their drinks.

"Sorry about that. We're just so busy! So as an apology, I took the liberty of doubling your order," she says, carefully setting down four drinks. Placing her hand gently on Evan's arm, she leans across the table.

Evan notices that their hot waitress smells good, like sun-kissed ripe strawberries, and he can count every cute freckle on her flushed face. Not only that, but he also gets another amazing view of her cleavage.

"Don't tattle on me, okay sexy? Her tone of voice is playful but hesitant.

All Evan can do is nod mutely. Sarah smiles at him warmly and departs with a quick hip-check against his shoulders. 

After she leaves, Lily and Evan down their drinks in record time and when Sarah comes back to flirt with her new favorite customer, they order another round of the same. After loudly slamming her third empty shot glass on the tabletop, Lily crawls across the seat and jumps out of the booth.

"I'm ready to dance!" Lily exclaims to nobody in particular. 

She has a very good buzz, and the inside of tummy feels nice and warm from the booze. She doesn't feel nauseous or dizzy, just surging with energy. She's ready to explode and the loud hypnotic music does nothing to slow her down. 

"Fine, you go ahead and dance. I'll stay here." Evan replies, holding up his beer bottle in salute and nodding to the sea of wild dancers. From where he's sitting they look like hungry piranhas ready to devour anyone who fights their way in. Not to mention that if Sarah comes back while his sister is gone who knows what might happen. 

"No, you have to come with me!" Lily begs her brother. 

"What? No way. I'm staying here."

"Oh, come on! Please, Evan! Pretty please! You have to dance. I don't wanna go out there all alone. They will eat me up!"

Lily tugs on her brother's hand, pleading with her eyes. As she pulls on him, Evan can see down the front of her dress, his sister's large firm breasts enticing him toward the dance floor. Guilt and feelings of sin conflict with his intense lust, and sighing heavily, he finally stands up.