9 comments/ 39660 views/ 30 favorites Accidents Happen By: emma579 Carly nearly sobbed in frustration. She'd been so stupid and now she was going to have to face the music. She was dressed in only her underwear, one hand handcuffed to the iron rungs of her headboard...and the key on the floor under the bed, out of reach. She'd just meant to give it a try, but the phone rang and she'd jumped and dropped the key...and now she was stuck. Her wrist was red and getting really sore and there was no way this metal circlet was sliding over her hand. So she had to get help. God, what a nightmare, but at least she had the phone. She had three options. She could call the police, although that opened the door to a host of embarrassment. She could call the landlord/maintenance man, Mr. Cutter, who had the skeleton key. But at 80, he was likely to have a heart attack when he saw her or ask her to leave the apartment building. It was too close to work and the rent was too reasonable to risk being evicted for being stupid. Her last choice was Adam, her upstairs neighbor, who had a key from when he'd watched out for her place while she'd gone to her father's funeral. The unfortunate part was she'd bought the handcuffs (the one currently attaching her to the bed and a second pair) with him in mind. He was tall, dark, and dangerous, and the star of several recent dreams that had left her horny as hell. The sad part was that, while a steady stream of busty blonds came and went from his place every weekend, Adam treated the red-head who lusted after him like a little sister. Maybe, she'd figured, she could tempt him with a little something new. Well, new for her anyway. As he'd see when he came to rescue her. Carly sighed. Adam was really the only option she had, so she prayed he was home as she dialed his number. "What?" his voice was a growl that made her belly quiver. Evidently he was busy. "Adam?" Carly managed, wincing at the breathy sound of her voice. "Carly? What's the matter?" The growl immediately became concern and she bit her lip. This was harder than she'd imagined. "Can you come down for a moment?" she asked. "Now? I'm not dressed...just out of the shower," he replied, "Can it wait?" Carly's voice escaped her as she pictured him standing nude in his bedroom, her mouth going dry. "Carly?" Quickly clearing her throat, she forced herself to focus. "Well, not too long," she conceded, "I guess I could wait a couple minutes." He sighed. "What is this about, Carly?" he asked. She could hear him moving around in the background and suddenly wondered if he wasn't alone. Damn, was he with a woman now? Talk about awkward. But she wasn't getting free on her own. "I...I have a problem," she confessed, "I need you to help me with something. Can you let yourself in?" At the moment, all she really cared about was being free of the handcuffs. Later, she'd work on attracting him. "Give me about five," he answered, "I can't put the jeans on with one hand." He hung up before she could thank him. Probably just as well, since her voice was gone again as she pictured him tugging his jeans on. She loved one pair in particular -- two Saturdays ago, Adam had gone out to wash his car and had peeled off his tee to reveal jeans that dipped rather low in the front, giving her a tasty view of his lower abdomen. It seemed like ages, but she finally heard the key in the front door. "Carly?" he called as he came into the apartment. "In here," she answered, closing her eyes. She didn't want to see his face right now. "Carly..." The concern had changed to something else...she just wasn't sure what. She slowly opened her eyes to find him staring at her. She blushed furiously. She couldn't help looking him over, her mouth went dry as she studied his long legs in casual denim, the way his hands were tucked in the pockets, dragging the denim lower, the way his tee hugged his chest. Adam looked like every woman's fantasy. "I had an accident," she whispered, "And I'm stuck." It was the best she could do at the moment, what with the heartbeat pounding in her head and throbbing in her pussy. "An accident?" Now she could hear amusement. He shot her a cocky grin and his brown eyes had a wicked glint and she felt a small quiver in her belly as the throbbing intensified. There was more to her infatuation with Adam than a nice pair of jeans...more as in the something currently bulging the front of them. "I can't get to the key," she explained, squirming a little, "It's under the bed." Her free hand waved at the far side of the bed. "And why are you wearing handcuffs to begin with?" he asked, one eyebrow arching as he circled around the bed, "In your underwear." "I...I was trying them on," Carly was getting a little frustrated with his questioning, "Things got out of hand." Why didn't he just get the key and help her get out of this mess? Her wrist was starting to sting and she wanted to be loose. Then she'd decide what to do about Adam. "The underwear or the cuffs?" he asked, his look changing from amused to a bit more serious. When she looked blank, he growled, "Were you trying on the underwear or the cuffs?" Her face got redder as she opened and shut her mouth without saying a word. "So where's your other half?" Adam had to force his hands to relax as he squatted next to the bed, "He left without letting you out?" "Other...he..." Carly sputtered in shock. Where was he going with this topic? "Don't think much of the guy if he leaves you cuffed to the bed and wanders off," he continued, ducking his head to peer under the bed. Carly leaned over, watching. When he'd grabbed the key, Adam lifted his head and his eyes darkened as he realized he was eye level with her breasts. His breath caught and her nipples hardened. "There is no he," Carly hissed. Her body was responding to his closeness and sexual frustration added to her physical confinement. And Adam wanted to know about her sexual partner -- the one that she didn't have and wished he'd be. It would be funny if it wasn't so pitiful. At her words, Adam's eyes shot up to her face and widened. "I had no idea...," he stammered, "Sorry...She, then." Carly groaned. This was getting worse and worse. Couldn't he just unlock her and go away? "There is no he. There is no she," Carly insisted, "Just me and the damn cuffs. I dropped the key and when I tried to reach it, it just got too far away." She sat back on the bedding with a huff. "Oh..." Adam got to his feet, his eyes wandering over her as he strolled back to the foot of the bed. "So you were...practicing?" He had the key. All he had to do was put it in the damn lock. No, don't lean on the footboard, she wanted to tug her hair with aggravation. "Yes, Adam, I was practicing," she hissed. Adam leaned his arms on the footboard and his eyes narrowed as he looked at her. "For who?" "Who?" Carly wanted to scream. She'd never been this horny and yet this frustrated at the same time. "Who were you practicing for?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "There is no who," Carly practically shouted, "No he, no she, no who. I was just trying something out and it was a stupid idea and will you just unlock the damn cuffs!" "I wouldn't say stupid idea," Adam suddenly grinned, a wicked smile that made her stomach tighten. His eyes slid up and down her body again. "Kind of handy I happened to be home and have a key. Or, rather, that I have two keys." "Adam..." Carly's voice trailed off uncertainly as she watched his face. "Carly," his voice got a little lower as he straightened. "Unlock the cuffs," Carly said softly. Her body was alive with anticipation. The look in his eyes told her that this red-head had suddenly gotten his attention. Her eyes dropped lower and she swallowed as she changed that thought to that she'd gotten his FULL attention. "I don't think so, Carly," Adam said, his voice just as soft, but so much more dangerous. He turned and set the cuff key and her apartment key on the bureau, making a soft sound of surprise when he saw the second box. His head turned back to look at her. "Well, well." Carly swallowed hard. There was a second pair of handcuffs, for her other wrist. She'd bought two...and he sounded like he intended to put them both to use. "Adam, I don't think..." "I didn't know you were such a wicked woman, Carly," Adam grinned, sliding the second pair of cuffs into his hands with a clink. He set the second key on the bureau, then turned to face her, shifting the cuffs from one hand to another, making a soft metallic sound. "I..." Okay. It was time to put up or shut up. "You don't really know me, Adam," she managed a smile, "I'm not one of your fluffy blonds." There. That sounded bold and wicked. Adam shifted his stance, leaning against the footboard with one hip. "I can see that," he nodded. His eyes were on her breasts. She glanced down and almost cursed at the way her tight nipples jutted through the pale pink lace. Even aroused, she was only about a small C-cup. His blonds...probably E's. "So mine aren't as big as theirs," she humphed, "And, for your information, that reaction is solely because of the air conditioning." There was no sense in letting him think that she had the hots for him or anything. He already had the upper hand with the cuff keys. His laugh almost made her smile, but she made a pout. "Bigger is not always better," he chuckled, "I was thinking your breasts looked...tasty." She must be dreaming again. She'd locked herself to the bed and fallen asleep. That had to be the explanation. "I see," she managed and flushed, thinking how lame that sounded. "What I see is a fascinating Carly I didn't know about," he said, his voice dropping lower again as he slowly walked up the side of the bed, "But one I'm going to get to know better." His hand trailed up her bare leg and she battled the urge to just laugh hysterically. Adam, her fantasy man, was in her bedroom and his attitude said lots of things but little sister wasn't one of them. "Really?" Carly nearly groaned. She certainly wasn't holding up her side of the conversation, but the look on his face said that her daydreams had been too mild. She felt a quiver start in her belly and closed her eyes as the shudder went through her and made her panties wet. She hoped that look was a promise of things to come. "Let me just think a moment," Adam murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. She opened her eyes in surprise as he just sat there. "Think? Think about what?" Maybe he was just teasing. If so, she was going to kill him. "I'm trying to decide if I want to get to know you face up or face down?" he grinned, "I love to look at your face, but there are other parts..." His eyes again roamed her body. "...That should also get my attention." Good God. Not teasing. "I..." She'd barely gotten the word out when Adam moved. "Face down," he growled, flipping her onto her stomach and cuffing her free hand in one smooth motion. "Yes, I like this view." The hoarseness of his voice made her shiver again and he chuckled. "I like this a lot." She glanced over her shoulder and the look on his face said she was going to like it too. "Adam..." "Carly," his voice was amused as he shifted onto the bed. She watched him peel his tee over his head. Oh, yeah. This was very promising...Oh God. The head of his cock was pressed against his belly, above the bulging fly of his jeans. Carly bit her lip to hold back a groan. His head was red and glistening and bigger than she'd imagined. Her pussy tightened in anticipation. "I have always loved the lines of your body," he murmured, leaning over her, his hand stroking up her spine. "Yeah, sure," she managed a half-laugh despite the throbbing throughout her body, "That's why you fucked a new blond every weekend." Did she say that? Well, so much for pretending she didn't care. He bit her shoulder lightly. "Jealous, love?" he murmured, stroking his tongue from one shoulder to the other. She couldn't stop the whimper and she felt his lips smile as he pressed his mouth to the nape of her neck. His hands cupped her breasts, stroking through the lace, and she whimpered again. "I...Oh, God, Adam," she moaned as he flipped open her bra and took her breasts in his hands. His palms were big, hot, and he rolled her tight nipples between his fingers, sending heat straight to her core. At the same moment, his pressed his groin to her ass and she felt the thick bulge of him. Her hands rattled the handcuffs as she shuddered. "Careful, love," he whispered, sliding his hands over her wrists as he nuzzled her neck. His hips rocked, his denim-covered erection stroking the crack of her ass. She shuddered again as she felt a heated wetness press the small of her back. "If you'd told me, I would have brought my cuffs. They're fur-lined." His cuffs. Carly was speechless again. Adam just laughed, the sound vibrating against her skin. "Of course, now I can enjoy restraining you in both our beds," he growled. His hands stroked down the sides of her arms, down the sides of her body. "Or you can restrain me and I can watch you wrap those pretty lips around my cock." He was so much better at wild than she was. She wanted to weep in gratitude. But all Carly could do was shiver as his hands stroked her ass cheeks, his thumbs rubbing the curve where her ass met her thighs. "I can't believe I let you get away for so long," he murmured, trailing kisses down her spine. "Let me..." She managed. She could barely think past the hum of her body, the heat of her blood. "You seemed to only want a friend," he whispered, drawing patterns on the small of her back with his tongue, as his hands moved her, positioned her the way he wanted. "I..." She couldn't complete the thought as his hands pushed on her back and she bent low, up on her knees, with her ass in the air. His teeth tugged her panties and she shuddered wetly, feeling her juices drip down her thighs. "You're so ripe," Adam groaned, peeling her panties down with his hands as his tongue lapped at the drops on her thighs. "So sweet." Carly felt light-headed as he swirled his tongue over the backs of her thighs, as his hands fondled her ass cheeks. She'd never felt a need like this before, but she knew she needed him to keep touching her like she needed to breathe. His thumbs parted her and he groaned again, seconds before his tongue laved her pussy and her whole body jerked, the cuffs clanking against the metal headboard. "More," he managed, burrowing his tongue into her body, slurping her juices as they spilled from her quivering passage. He made animal noises, feasting on her swollen folds, and Carly couldn't stop the shudders from running through her body. She panted and moaned, rocking on her knees as he suckled her intimately. She finally came, crying out and straining as her pussy spasmed wildly and her cum spilled into his greedy mouth. Carly could barely lift her head from the bed. She was quivering all over, her legs weak, her body on fire and throbbing. When she could finally breath, Adam's hands were stroking her ass and thighs while his mouth suckled the skin low on her back. "Carly," he murmured, nibbling along her hip, "I need to be inside you." "Oh, yes..." Her moan was desperate. She wanted to feel his cock, wanted to take him inside with every cell in her body. "I need to make sure you're ready," he murmured, his hand cupping her folds. She shook her head. How could she not be ready after an orgasm like that? She whimpered when he slid one finger deep into her body. Her inner muscles quivered around his finger. "Good girl," he whispered, pulling the finger out and then sliding in two. She gave a little squirm as he wiggled his fingers in her still-sensitive pussy and waves of sensation rippled through her core. She wanted to beg for more. "Almost ready," he whispered, pulling the two fingers free. She felt so ready, she couldn't understand why... Carly cried out as three of his fingers suddenly plunged into her cunt, spreading as they pressed deep, stretching her inner muscles. She rocked against his hand, moaning as he pumped the fingers against her. It wasn't enough. She needed...something more. She pressed back, urging him on, but his fingers started to pull out. "Adam, please..." Even as his fingers pulled away, she felt a thick knob press against her hole. "Adam," she moaned. She felt the stretch as his head began to penetrate, her muscles tightening as his penis invaded her soft heat. "Take it, baby," he groaned, pushing his thick erection deeper into her dripping pussy, "Take it all." His length burrowed between her swollen lips, her slick well slowly enveloping his red flesh inch by inch. "Oh," she moaned, pulling the handcuffs tight as his thick shaft strained her inner muscles, stretching her wider than she'd ever imagined. He was...huge. "Adam, I..." He kept pushing, kept penetrating, working his cock deeper into her body. Carly couldn't breathe as he forced his massive erection up her cunt. "That's it," his voice was a low growl as his hips pressed against her ass, his balls teasing the back of her thighs, "That's a good girl." His hands stroked her back, her hips, her belly, as he just held himself within her embrace. He felt...alive inside her. Carly could feel his cock throb in time with the heartbeat she felt as his chest pressed against her back and her heart began to beat the same rhythm. She felt her inner muscles ripple, trying to contain the invader, and Adam groaned with pleasure. "Adam..." Shudders moved through her as she felt his groan vibrate through his cock. He began to move, slowly at first, with little short thrusts that sent burst of pleasure through her core. She gasped, instinctively moving with him, taking his cock again and again. His strokes lengthened, his cock caressing her intimately as he moved in and out, pumping her pussy. His mouth was on her shoulder, his hands on her breasts as he surrounded her, filled her, overwhelmed her. "You feel so good, Carly," he growled in her ear, his warm breath tickling her. His cock moved quicker now, thrusting harder into her soft well, gliding against her slick flesh. "I knew you would. I've wanted you for so long, Carly." "Oh, God, Adam," she gasped, feeling her core begin to tremble. Her second orgasm was close and her fantasy man was telling her all the words she'd longed to hear. "Oh, baby," he groaned, nipping lightly at her neck, her nape, "I feel your sweet pussy quivering around my cock. It feels so damn good..." His thrusts became even faster, even harder, as he began to fuck her eagerly. Each stroke took her closer to the edge and she strained to meet him, to take his cock deep into her body. "That's it, baby," he panted. Carly was sobbing, panting, as she yanked against the cuffs, her body bucking, everything inside her tightening. "More, more," she whimpered. She'd never felt so hot, so wet, so...needy. She was never going to get enough of his cock filling her, stroking her. Adam leaned back, his hands gripping her hips, yanking them back to meet his thrusts, as he began to hammer her cunt with his cock. Again and again he plunged his dick into her tight embrace, his fingers bruising her skin, his head slamming her core. She cried out with each stroke -- wordless, breathless pleas for more. He tilted her hips, shifted his own, and his next thrust struck her g-spot. Carly came with a scream, her body clamping painfully around the thick member inside her, every muscle in her body tensing. Adam worked his way forward on his knees on the bed, urging her up. Even as she leaned forward, her fingers wrapped around the headboard rungs, he wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her hair as her pussy tightened on his shaft. She was straddling his lap, her body impaled upon his cock, her weight pinning him deep...the endless sensation of having her quiveirng around his thickening penis driving him out of his mind. Accidents Happen! There are some things in life that are not planned. They just happen! My sister Donna is 4 years older than me and we have never been real tight. We were just typical siblings with an age difference. We would fight all the time over just about anything, but as we got older we managed to become friends. My sister was a wild child; I caught her more than once having sex with her boyfriends at our parents' house. I never said anything but she knew that I knew. There were times, and I am sure it was my imagination, that she enjoyed teasing me by having sex while I was in the house. I can understand why my sister had so many boyfriends - she had the body of a Playboy bunny. At the age of 16, she was already a 36D with a small waist. Her waist only made her breasts look bigger than they were and her long blonde hair did not help. I was always getting ragged by my friends about how hot my sister was. I am only human and have to admit that looking at my sister's hot body turned me on like any red blooded American boy, but I never forgot that she was my sister. I hated that everyone found her so hot and sexy and that dating was so easy for her. I was just average looking and I had to work to get dates as I got older. The upside of that was that I learned how to treat a lady and more specifically how to please her. My sister just went from boyfriend to boyfriend never learning how to choose a good one because she never had to. Several years later I married a beautiful woman, who I still love to death. We are a perfect couple and I am looking forward to growing old with her. Her name is Susan and she is the woman of my dreams. She is sexy, smart, loves sex, and has the most beautiful long white blonde hair you have ever seen. Donna on the other hand has been married 3 times in 5 years always going from one good looking (but not very nice) guy to the next. So, this is where my story starts. A month ago my sister invited me and my wife to a party she was having at her house. She has a huge house thanks to her very rich ex-husband and she wanted to throw a costume party. I had not seen my sister since her divorce and it sounded like it might be fun. My wife had a really sexy nurse outfit that I loved and I was going as a California doctor. I knew I looked dashing in my Armani Suit with a Stethoscope hanging around my neck. The black leather doctor's bag only added to my Beverly Hills look. It was hard for me to even get dressed watching my wife. Her costume was so low cut that it showed off her beautiful cleavage. I could not stop myself as I reached around her waist and cupped her beautiful breasts in my hands. I kissed her neck with a loving touch as she pushed her breasts into my hands and I felt a familiar stir in my pants. "Now, Now...... cool down or we are never going to get ready," my wife said with a purr. "Come on baby.... Please leave the bra off," I begged. "If I were to do that you could see my nipples through the costume, it is so thin," she said with that little wicked smile that always drives me crazy. "Besides what would your sister think if I went dressed like that?" "Yeah right, you know my sister. She will be dressed to impress and you know it," I reminded her. "OK you win. I will take it off," she said. She gave in way too easily and I realized that the little minx had been waiting on me to ask her. I watched as eagerly as a hungry baby as she removed her bra. My heart skipped a beat looking at her beautiful nipples pushing against the material which was so sheer that it was really showed off her hard nipple. As she walked in front of me I could see her backlit from the bathroom door and the whole costume was almost see-through against bright light. I could see the brown of her areola around the nipple and hoped she didn't realize just how see through it was. She knows I love to show her off, but I was not sure she would really go without a bra if she knew just how much of her would be showing. "Baby, you have got to be the hottest thing I have ever seen," I said as I ran my fingers over the slick material across her nipples. I knew she getting as turned on as me by the way her eyes twinkled and her lips poked out. "Come on baby you know we have time for a quickie," I almost begged. I slowly reached my hands around her and ran my hand over her soft breasts. I nuzzled my face in her neck and hair. We had been married too long for me not to know how to get her hot. I started kissing her ear lobe and lightly biting her ear. At the same time, I started running one hand down to caress her soft ass. Between rubbing her ass and her soft hard nipples and biting her ear, I knew it would not be long 'til she gave in. She was crumbling before my eyes- wanting it as bad as me- when the phone rang. I tried to get her not to answer it. I kissed harder and held her in my arms. She wrestled away from me and got the phone even as I played with her nipple. She answered the phone in a panting breath. As my wife talked I knew it didn't sound good. The call was from my wife's Sister Dora who was sick and throwing up. Her husband was gone on a business trip and she did not have anyone to help with her 10 month and 2 year old children. She wanted to know if my wife could come over and help her through the night with them. "I know you wanted me to go with you to the party," Susan said holding her hand over the phone, "But, my sister needs me and I really feel like I need to help her". Her voice was sad, and even as she said it her mouth went into a frown. "Go on to the party and I will make it up to you I promise," she said with another one of her wicked smiles. "Go help your sister," I told her attempting to look pitiful, "I will just have to go alone." As she hung up the phone and started to undress I was still excited looking at her. I wanted her so bad I could not help it. My cock was rock hard and I wanted her right then and did not want to wait. It was like my blood was leaving my brain and going to my cock. I reached behind her and started lovingly biting her neck. "Ohhhh. Stop that we will have time later," she said with a regretful smile. "Come on," I pleaded, "I can't wait 'til later." "Yes you can... and to give you a little something to make it worthwhile, you can fuck my ass when I get back," she said with a big grin. She stuck her beautiful ass in the air and shook it at me. This only made my cock harder, dreaming about fucking her hard and long. She stripped in a flash, grabbed her keys and was out the door before I could even plead my case. There I was; horny, dressed up and no date. As I glanced up at the clock, I realized that I would be late if I did not hurry. I finished dressing and headed to my sister's house. I knew that she had lots of very sexy friends and I was worried I would have to walk about all night with a raging hard on. I decided that since my wife would not be home 'til the next day, I would drink all I wanted and just sleep it off at my sister's house. I drove to her house trying not to think about my wife's ass or the way her nipples pressed into my hands through her nurse uniform. The more I tried not to think about her, the more I could not help it, so I just concentrated on the drive and listened to the radio. As I pulled into my sister's driveway I could see the house was hopping with people. She was not in costume when she answered the door, just a plain dress but she looked great anyway. "Hey sis... I thought this was a costume party," I said looking at hanging stethoscope. "It is but I have a surprise. I bought the wildest costume you have ever seen and I am on my way to put it on now, besides good things come to those that wait." she said kissing me on the cheek. "I have to go and change. Go help yourself to the food and drinks," she said hurrying off to her room. I was not disappointed at all - there was eye candy galore. When I said my sister had hot friends, I was not kidding. It looked like a Playboy convention. Some of the outfits were so incredibly sexy; they even made my wife's costume look tame. One girl was dressed as Wonder Woman in a costume so thin you could see the outline of long hard nipples pressing against the thin material. My favorite thing about her costume was it was so tight you could see the material pressing up her pussy and that she was definitely shaved. One of my favorite costumes was a pirate, worn by a girl with huge breasts that kept trying to get out of the top. It was so low cut that it just barely covered the nipple. The whole back of her top was open and I could just see the crack of her ass. My hard on seemed to just keep getting worse and the only solution that I could think of and that was to drink. I got a beer and started downing it; I knew I could pick up a girl in a crowd like this but I in no way wanted to cheat on my wife. So I drank and just enjoyed the show. The party was really going well and I was way past the point of "feeling no pain", when I saw my sister motioning for me to come over toward her room. Just from looking in her eyes I could see that she had been doing her own share of drinking. I guessed she was almost as gone as me. I walked to her door and asked her, "What's up sis?" "I really need your help," she said as she motioned me to get inside her room. "How can I help?" I asked with a bit of a slur. "Well..." she motioned to a huge costume on her bed. "I bought this costume and was going to wear it tonight with a friend of mine but she just called to let me know that she's sick," she said in a near panic. "You do not even want to know what I paid for it and it takes two people to wear it," she said frowned. It was one wild costume. As I looked at it, I could see it was without a doubt made for two people. It was a beautifully done but huge dragon. I could see the basic idea was that one person went in first. Their legs acted as the front legs of the dragon. Then that person had to lean forward to get their head into the dragon's head. This required the first person to stay partly hunched over the whole time. The second person's legs also went into the front legs of the dragon. The legs were easily large enough for two people then the second person had to stand up straight and act like the back of the dragon, creating a hump in the costume, putting their arms into holes that make the wings go up and down. The front feet had straps to put your feet in. This way each person could lift the dragon feet in unison. The back legs and tail were just to balance out the huge front. "Look sis, I understand but as much as I have been drinking all that will happen is we fall on our asses," I said with a laugh, "I am sure you have someone else you can get to help you." "Come on, please for me," my sister pouted. She used to try that look on me when we were kids when she realized she could not bully me into giving in. "Just this one time help me out and I will never ask for another favor. Pleaseeeee," she begged. "I am not even sure if I can walk straight. Do you have any idea how much I have had to drink?" I asked her, trying not to slur my words. "Not as much as me," she replied. Looking at her I could see she wasn't feeling any pain either. She gave me that sad look. Her face pleading with all the feminine charm she could muster in her drunken state. I hate it when she does that. "OK, I will do it but if we fall on our asses it's your fault," I told her walking over to the bed to investigate the costume more closely. "Look sis, there is no way I am going to stay hunched over like that," I told her. "If I do this I will take the back of the costume and wag the tail." "Fair enough," she accepted as she unzipped the back of the costume. The she stood back up and began to strip her clothes off in front of me. I looked at her in shock. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked her. "It's no big deal I have my bikini on under my clothes" she told me, "Don't be such a prude. You're a married man, it's not like you haven't seen a woman in a bathing suit before." As she pulled off her dress I could see that her bikini had just barely enough fabric to carry the name. I guess it could have been worse. It had a high cut bottom that tied with short strings on the sides. Thank goodness she was not wearing her thong! "OK, Strip," she instructed me. "What? Are you crazy? I am your brother," I said with a shake in my voice. It was bad enough that she was standing in front of me in next to nothing and that I was having a hard time banishing the dirty thoughts that came to mind seeing her nipples poke into the triangles of her suit. "Look, I know you have your boxers on. You always do. That is no different than seeing you in a bathing suit. Besides it is so hot in this costume you will die if you don't get some clothes off," she reasoned. Maybe it was from drinking too much or just not really giving a damn but I realized it was a losing argument. I had just told her I would do it and there was no way she would let me out of it now. I started undressing down to my boxers. She climbed in and put her feet through the first set of legs and then her arms. She had to hold on the wall as she leaned over to put her head in the dragons head. As she let go to put her arms in I almost fell over trying to get my legs in beside hers. I finally got all the way in and put my arms through the second set of holes to flap the wings up and down. "How the hell do we zip this thing up?" I asked her. "There is a string that comes through the mouth," she told me. "I can zip it up once you get all the way in." "I am all the way in," I told her. "NO... you have get closer to me it's a very tight fit." I leaned forward till my crotch was pushed up against her ass. At that moment I felt the zipper being pulled up and it pushed me harder against her. We were in but I was pressed so tight against her I could feel her ass pressing against my cock. "I don't think I can do this," I told her. "Yes you can. Besides, I broke the string when I pulled the zipper closed, if we get out now it will ruin the costume. Come on lets give it a try," she pleaded. I was just drunk enough to think, "What the hell?" and told her ok. Walking was just as hard as I thought it would be. We had to go very slowly to keep from falling. After a little while we got in step with each other and managed to say upright. It was fun in a way; though I could not see anything at all. There was almost no light from the back but a tiny bit drifting down from the head my sister was wearing. She would reach out and hug her friends and I would flap the big wings popping them in peoples' faces, asses or whatever was in the way. The effect the teasing and the walking with my crotch pressed tightly against her ass was having on me caused my cock to twitch and grow. "No!" I thought to myself sternly, "I can not get a hard on with my cock pressed against my sisters ass." I tried to think of everything gross and disgusting in an effort to keep my cock from raising its head but between the teasing sexy voices I heard and my sister's ass going up and down as she walked, my cock rose and there way no way I could stop it. I knew she felt it but it did not seem to bother her. The more she walked the more her ass slipped up and down my cock. It was almost like being jacked off with a huge hand. We were getting so hot that sweat was running over both of us and it only acted like lubricant. I was getting more and more turned on and there was no way I could deny it. Ideas were rushing through my mind. Was it the feeling of having my cock worked or the fact it was my sisters ass that had me so turned on? It hurt my head to think about it and I wanted to just go with the feeling. I want to cum. I needed to cum. At times it seemed she would bend over further to hug someone and her ass cheeks would wrap my hard cock even harder. We had been walking around about 15 minutes and we were both covered in sweat. The sweat was dripping down our bodies and my boxers were soaked. I was so into feeling my sister's ass rub up and down my hard cock that I was not even paying attention to anything around me. I was just lost in the lust of the moment. It was then that I felt something different. In my fogged state it took a minute to realize what it was. My sister's bikini bottoms had come untied and were slipping down her leg. We walked maybe 6 more steps and they fell all the way off. We both stopped walking and paused with realization at what had happened. She whispered back to me. "Oops, sorry. I guess this is a problem, little brother," she said in a giggly laugh. Now that her bikini bottoms were totally gone her ass really spread around my cock. The feeling increased ten fold as each step she took caused her ass to pull my cock up and down. I let out a moan as I felt her naked ass against me. She whispered back, "We need to get back to the room and fix this problem before things get messy." She had no idea how messy things were going to get very soon if we did not get out of this thing. I could feel the blood leaving my brain and all I wanted was to cum hard and long. I was close to the point of not caring who I was with or who was around. I just wanted to cum. Her bare ass was so deep and tight that I could feel her cheeks pulling on my boxers as we walked. As she took one more step her ass pulled on my cock and I felt my cock spring out of the fly in my boxers. "Oh shit..." was all I could manage to say as my cock pressed against her wet ass. "I know I can feel it" she said in dreamily wispy voice. "We have to get back to the room now and get out of the costume," she said. This time there was no laugh just a small quiver in her voice. I only thought I was turned on before. Now I could feel her bare skin and the sweat from our bodies running between the crack of her ass. The whole inside of the costume smelled of sweat and there was no denying there was the smell of wet pussy. The smell of her sex was more intoxicating than anything I could have ever imagined. I was getting more and more turned on. I knew in my brain that we had to get out of this soon, but all thought about consequences had totally left me. I was completely and totally lost in the moment. My heart was racing and I could tell she was also starting to pant a little. Her breathing was short and fast and with each step she would let a little moan out. Getting back to her room was a nearly impossible task. We were way outside on the deck and it took 10 minutes for us to get that far. I knew it was going to be a slow walk back inside and to her room. Slowly we walked back inside her house. Each step seemed to take and eternity. With each forward step my rock hard cock was slipping up and down her and I swear she was pushing her ass against me with each step. The temperature in the costume was rising and I was not sure it was all from the heat. I whispered, "If we don't get back soon I am going to lose it... We have to try to go faster". We picked up the pace and started taking bigger steps. This was a big mistake. With her first big step forward we got out of sync and she fell over toward the floor face first. I tried to lean back to keep us upright. Her falling forward and me falling back was just enough gap that my cock slipped from between her ass cheeks. As she caught herself from falling and pulled up, I felt a warm wetness engulf my hard throbbing cock. She let out a moan and her whole body stiffened as a small quake rippled through her body. My mind was in a fog. I tried to pull back but there was no room. Her pussy squeezed my cock like a vice and her breathing quickened. Neither of us moved or said anything for several seconds. Soon her breathing slowed down but the warm wetness was still engulfing my hard cock. Accidents Happen! "We have to get back to the room nowwwwwww," she whispered in a quiver and a pant. We were still 30 or 40 feet from her room. With each step my cock pushed deep into her and I felt a flood of juice drip over my hard cock. We made it 5 more feet and she stopped. I was totally lost in the feeling of her wet pussy. I no longer cared that she was my sister. My brain was screaming how wrong this was but by adolescent fantasies of my sister overpowered any sane thought. The times I had wondered what it would be like to have sex while listening to her fuck her boyfriends ran through my mind like a freight train. An at this point there was no stopping that train. My whole self was lost; all I wanted to do was cum in my hot sister's dripping wet pussy. Her body stiffened and a deep moan came from her lips as I felt that shutter and quake rip through her body. Her body quivered and I felt her pussy clinch my cock. I knew for sure this time she was having an orgasm. Her shaking was harder and stronger than the first time. Her pussy was like a vice; it squeezed and milked my cock. She bent over further as her orgasm rocked her body and I could not stop myself from trying to push my hips forward and back, trying to sink my cock all the way in her. I knew somewhere in my brain that this was wrong but no one was listening to that voice. I kept trying to push as deep her as possible into her hot wet pussy. Again she held on to the wall and let another orgasm pass. This time, the longer she held the wall the more I rocked my hips to push in and out of her even though we were not walking. Her breathing was getting faster but somehow she got the strength to try to walk forward again. I walked with her but no longer cared about anything. Now with each step I would try to pound her as much as possible, fucking her with all the force I could muster in such a small space. We made it five more steps and her breathing was so fast and strong I thought she would pass out. I don't know if she meant to or not but she started pushing her ass back against me as she stepped forward. It was almost like she was trying to get me deeper in her pussy. There was no thinking, we were just lost in sexual delight, only the intense pleasure mattered. We made it to the door of her room and her pussy clamped around my cock as she had another orgasm. This time I had to hold on to the wall to keep from falling. Her moans became louder, almost a muffled scream. Her pussy juice flooded over my throbbing cock. If it had not been for the music and the noise anyone close by would have heard her. As her pussy gripped my cock I could not hold out any more and a flood of cum shot from my cock deep inside of her. My cock started pulsing as load after load shot into her. The second she felt me cum in her she set off in the biggest orgasm yet. Her breathing was so fast it sounded like she had just ran a marathon. Her whole body was shaking, we both just stood there propped against the door to her room. It took over a minute for both of us to catch our breath and be able to move. Neither of us could talk, it was all we could do not to fall over. She opened the door and walked in very slowly and despite my orgasm, my cock never went totally soft. As we walked in I felt the blood flow back into my cock in a rush. The warm feeling of my sticky cum mixed with her pussy juice running down our legs, only made me want her more. We walked in the door and with each step I was pumping my cock in her. This time I did not even try to hide the fact I was trying to fuck her hard. The whole costume smelled of sex and cum. She was moaning louder as she closed the door. We walked toward the bed me fucking her with each step. My hips were rocking back and forth like a mini machine gun. Each stroke was so small but as fast as I could go. She moaned louder not caring anymore as she bent over the edge of the bed. Her head was resting all the way down so her pussy was pushed up against me. This allowed a bit more room and I was pumping her with all I could manage. She began to moan loudly - no longer even trying to be quiet. As moan after moan left her lips I heard the one thing that made me go insane with lust. "Ohhh don't stop. Fuck me, baby brother, fuck meee! Oh God yes, please don't stop," she screamed. "Fuck me, use me, take me just don't stop!" she said as her voice broke in gasps. All thought was gone as she bent over the bed and started rocking her hips to meet my forward thrust. My cock slipped deeper in her and she let out a gasp. The more she bent over the deeper I went in her until I could feel my balls slap against her clit. She let out a loud scream of sexual ecstasy and had an orgasm that seemed to keep building in intensity. She shook so hard it was like trying to hold on to a bucking bronco, I felt and heard the material in the back start to rip. The back gave way and I pulled out of her pussy. The sudden change caused me to slip. I tried to steady myself but lost my balance and fell over on my ass pulling her down with me. I felt a stab of pain on my cock for a split second as she fell on me, then it felt warm and tight. I realized my cock had slipped in her ass. The tightness of her ass and the moans from still lingering orgasm were more than I could take. In a split second we both realized what had just happed but were both too far gone to care. She tried to get back upright but it only made my cock sink in and out of her ass. I was fucking her ass! Three times she tried to get upright but each time she only managed to pump my cock in her ass. Before long I realized she was not trying to get up, she was lifting her ass up and down helping me fuck her ass. "Fuck my ass baby brother, take my ass hard," she screamed. "You want my ass? It's yours. Just fuck me hard. Sink that hard cock deep in my ass," she said almost hysterically. Those words were more than I could take. I felt my cock begin that last thrust as the cum boiled from my balls and exploded deep in her ass. She also let out a scream as her orgasm tore through her body. I think we both may have passed out. I woke up in a daze and felt my cock finally getting soft. It slipped out of her ass with a plop. We both just lay on the floor for several more minutes before I started pushing my back against the material. I felt it give again and heard the material rip. My back was out of the costume. I climbed out slowly, my boxers were covered with cum and pussy juice. As I looked down I could see my cock was still semi hard and poking through the fly in my boxers. I was covered in sweat and my hair was dripping wet. I rolled on my back and started trying to catch my breath as my sister worked her way out of the ripped opening. As I watched her climb out of the costume, I could see she was a bigger mess than me. Her hair was matted together and all in her face. She had lost her bikini bottoms and I could not help but admire her waxed, smooth pussy. I looked up and saw that her bikini top had ripped and her breasts were totally free. As she struggled out of the costume I watched mesmerized as her huge breasts would swing back and forth like a metronome. It was the first time I had ever seen her totally naked and I could not stop myself from looking. She was covered in sweat and cum like me, her face was flushed with wet sweaty hair hanging in her face and her nipples were as hard as erasers. She freed herself at last and rolled on the floor next to me. We sat looking at each other for several minutes. The more I looked at her covered in sweat and cum, the more excited I became. The blood flooded back to my cock in such a rush that it almost hurt as it sprang up on its own. With no idea what to say or do I could only look at the glow on her face to tell she had enjoyed it as much as me. After a while we both caught our breath then she leaned over me and kissed me. It was no sister kiss, it was a kiss of a woman that wanted to be fucked. She crawled up on me with her tongue in my throat and started rubbing her huge breasts against my chest. No longer being hindered by the costume she reached back and guided me into her dripping pussy and started riding me. She started moaning as I tried to match her down thrust with my own upward thrust. She started kissing my face and biting my neck. She grabbed my hair and thrust her tits into my face. "Suck my nipples hard. Sink your teeth into my nipple. Please," she begged. For years I had been dreaming of seeing her huge tits. I feasted on them like it was my last meal. I sucked her nipple as hard as I could as she moaned even louder. "Don't play with me, bite them!" she yelled. I sunk my teeth into her hard nipple and she exploded. She dropped on my cock with a hard thrust and I felt the clamp-like feeling of her pussy gripping me. Wave after wave of shakes ran through her body as her orgasm built to a climax. Even as I watched her orgasm wash over her, I was amazed at her complete loss of control. Just as I thought her orgasm was slowing down, I saw her reach down, grabbing her own breast in her hand and pulled it up and start sucking it. This only caused her to start a whole new wave of shaking. Then she opened her mouth and bit harder than I could believe on her own nipple as she exploded. I have always though that the hottest thing a woman could do was suck and bite her own breasts and it was more than I could take. I let out a grunt and came in her. This time there was no forced position. I exploded with total abandonment deep in her pussy. She rolled off me and we lay next to each other with a mixture of satisfaction and guilt. I guess we both were a bit embarrassed at what had just happened and started getting dressed. We were both totally silent and looked like we had just run a 100Km race. But there was no way to hide the glow of satisfaction on our faces. Donna got up off the floor, grabbed a towel and started wiping her face and body off. My eyes were glued to her, watching her transform from a wild sexual animal to a presentable host. She brushed her long beautiful hair and slipped her dress over her head. I was so stunned from the night events that it took me several seconds before I realized that she had not bother to put her bra or panties on. She headed for the door and turned to look at me. "Look, lets not let this mess things up for us, ok? It was an accident and will never happen again," the look on her face said she was torn between appreciating the great sex and her shame as the full extent of the situation settled on her. "Right, it never happened. We will never mention it again," I told her with my legs still shaking. Even as I said the words, I was not really sure I meant what I had just said. She closed the door behind her and went out to talk to her guests. I lay on the floor for 20 minutes before I managed to get up and get dressed. The party was over about at about 3 am and I crashed on the couch. I woke the next morning and my head was spinning, still thinking about what happened. I could not believe it. I knew it was an accident but the feeling was so unreal. It was the best sex I had ever had in my life and it was with my sister. "Stop it," I told myself over and over, "I can not think about having sex with my sister. It was wrong and it was an accident." I heard my sister come into the room. She sat beside me and looked as hung over as I did. Her hair was all over the place and she had on a robe that was just barely tied. I was pretty sure she was naked under the robe but tried to push those thoughts away. Things had already gotten far enough out of hand. "I know we said we would not talk about it but I have to get this off my chest. That was the best sex I ever had in my life," she said in a low voice, "I know it was wrong and this will be the end of it, but you need to know that I have never felt anything like that before. To be honest with you, and myself, I want you to know that I am glad it happened. I have thought about having sex with you for as long as I can remember. I guess that was why I teased you so much when we were kids." I just sat there, stunned at her confession. She had thought about having sex with me? "Please don't hate me for being honest with you," she said and started crying, holding her head in her hands. I smiled and put my hand on her cheek. "To be totally honest with you I can't stop thinking about it even now," I said with a little smile. I gave her a hug, hoping it would help reassure her that she wasn't alone with those feelings. Even as I held her I could not stop looking down her robe as it fell open. That same old rush started returning and had to force myself to stay under control. It took all the will-power I had to just hug her till she was not crying anymore. She kissed me on the cheek and went back to her room to change and take a shower. I took a shower after she had gotten out and washed the smell of sex off me. We both chatted as we ate breakfast just like nothing had really changed. I still had one hell of a hangover, so I grabbed some aspirin before I left. When my wife came home she wanted to know all about the party. I told her I got a little too drunk and still felt really ill. She laughed and told me that it was what I deserved for drinking too much and having such a good time without her. "You better get your rest. Tonight you get your reward for being such a good husband," she smiled and gave her ass a shake. That night we made love like we had not done in months. It was hot, wild and we were both exhausted when we were done. "I guess you really missed me at that party, huh?" she laughed as we lay next to each other, out of breath. Two months later my sister called and told me she was thinking about having another costume party. She paused. " I got my costume fixed and was wondering if you wanted to share it with me," my heart stopped for a good 30 seconds while I realized what she was saying. There was no question that part of me wanted to go... but would I? Accidents Happen I own two cars. First there's my normal car, a very nice sedan, no longer new, but not far off it. I use this for my normal day to day running about. Second is what at first glance looks like a shit-box. It's old and dilapidated, faded paint, unpatched dings, dent and scratches. Mechanically, however, it's a different story. It's in A1 condition. This car I use on my camping and fishing trips. I know it's going to get me there and get me back. So what if it collects a few more nicks in the process. She's a good solid car. On the day that the incident happened I was heading west, intending to do a little fishing. I was nearly out of the city when it started. A light started changing as I approached it. It happened at one of those annoying distances. Do I stop or not? I should make it through on the amber, but... I figured the 'but' was too big and drew to a halt. The car behind me thought they could make it on the amber and weren't going to stop. Changed their mind when they realised I was stopping, but just a wee bit too late. I felt this clunk as they bounced off my rear bumper. I said a rude word and got out to inspect the damage. There may have been a new dint on my bumper but it was a bit hard to tell. The other driver had also got out to inspect the damage and I looked her over. She was quite a cute little thing. It was hot day and she was dressed accordingly, wearing a loose sort of dress that was just long enough to cover panties and bra. It would be interesting to see her bend over. She glared at the fresh dint in her bumper bar (not the only one there) and then turned to me apologising. I just waved her apologies aside. "Forget it," I told her. "No real damage. Just leave it go." With that we both returned to our own cars. The light went green, I was about to go but had to wait while a little old lady finished toddling across the road and there was a clunk as that idiot girl behind me hit me again. Apparently she'd started driving on the assumption that I'd just power right over the little old lady. When I didn't, I got nudged again. Another check showed another dent (one more each). The woman was rather red faced. I suspected equal parts bad temper and embarrassment. She started with the apologies again, but I wasn't in the mood to listen and cut her off. "Forget it," I snapped. "Just forget it. You can show you're sorry by just sitting there for a minute and letting me get a good head start." I jumped in and drove, catching the last of the green. She sat there and watched then found she was facing an amber, so just kept sitting. I headed on out. That evening I booked into a motel for the night. I'd just settled back on the bed to watch TV when there was this crunching noise of metal on metal. As my car was out there I naturally stuck my head out the door to check what was going on. I went from idle contentment to pissed off indignation with a single glance. There were half a dozen motels in the area. Quite nice ones. There were a good dozen parking spots available at this one. Most of them not next to my car. So why had that fool woman chosen my motel, and why had she decided to park right next to me and, for god's sake, why did she have to scrape down the side of my car while parking? There was room for a semi-trailer and a school bus. How could she possibly have hit me? Miss Smashem had finally managed to park and had come over to see the damage. She blushed when she saw me, and so she should have. I stepped back into the motel unit, sat on the bed and waited. After a few moments the woman stuck her head around the door, and then hastily stepped in when I growled. "If you would be so kind as to give me your name and insurance details I would appreciate it," I said quietly. "And let me see your licence while you're at it." "I'm Michelle," she said nervously. "Michelle Thatcher. Um, I don't have any insurance right now, but I'll arrange to pay the damages, honest." No insurance. That figures. No insurance company would want her as a client. "If I can have your licence details, please?" I asked. "Just so that I can verify you're who you say you are. You do have a licence, don't you?" "Of course I have a licence," Michelle snapped indignantly. "It's just that I don't have it on me right now?" "Why not?" I was trying to be polite, really I was, but it was a bit of a strain. Michelle was twisting her hands together and looking guilty. "I sort of lost it," she muttered. "Lost it," I repeated. "Do you mean lost it, as in you dropped it and can't find it, or lost it, as in you drove your car into the side of a police car and they took your licence off you?" "It was confiscated," Michelle admitted. "Really," I said. "Why am I not surprised? What did you do to actually lose it?" Michelle blushed hard and looked away from me. I reviewed our conversation and laughed. "Do you mean you actually hit a police car and that's why you lost it?" I asked, somehow not really feeling surprised. "It was an accident," said Michelle, flaring up. "It could have happened to anyone. It wasn't really my fault. They had no reason to get so nasty about it." I bet. She'd probably driven away and then come back for a second go. "The big question is, why are you driving without a licence? You can get into real trouble for that. As a matter of fact, having three accidents while driving without a licence, I'd say you're already in real trouble." "Only if you tell the police," protested Michelle. "You wouldn't be that mean would you?" I smiled at her, and I don't think she enjoyed my smile one little bit. "You're avoiding the question. Why were you driving without a licence?" "When I told my father I'd lost my licence he told me that I had to bring the car home anyway. He said he'd sort out getting my licence back for me when I got home. I told him I could get booked for driving unlicensed and he said not to worry, he'd sort it out if it happened. So here I am. You're not going to tell the police are you? It's not as though your car wasn't already all scratched up." "There are a couple of points. My car might have had some scratches, but it is still my car and you have added a fair array of new ones. I'm entitled to compensation. As for telling the police, I am the police. As for your father fixing this for you, I don't think he's going to be able to." Getting up I stepped past her and closed the door. "Seeing your father likes to fix your little problems without you having to face the consequences, I think it's time you had some consequences he can't fix. You're a spoilt brat in my opinion, and I'm going to treat you accordingly. A good spanking will do you a world of good. And even if it doesn't, it will give me some satisfaction." "You can't do that," protested Michelle, looking shocked. "How do you propose to stop me?" I asked. "I'll scream." "And I'd have to arrest you for driving without a license and dangerous driving," I returned. "Then I'd have to escort you to the nearest station and have you locked up until your father can come and post bail. There might also be a delay in contacting your father, but I guess you could handle a day or two in the local drunk tank while you wait." Check and mate. Michelle was cornered and she knew it. She just stood there glaring at me, not knowing what to say. "Now be a good girl and slip off your panties. Then I'll get you to bend over my knee while I entertain you." "Why do I need to take my panties off?" Michelle protested. "Two reasons," I explained. "First, I think it's appropriate to spank your bare bottom and it'll save me taking them off. Second, they'd get in the way when I ravish you after the spanking. You can consider the ravishing as payment for the damage you inflicted on my poor car." Michelle seemed to be trying to turn pale and blush at the same time. The colour in her face came and went so fast that for a moment I thought she was going to faint. She had guts though. She straightened up and gave me the hard eye. "I am not taking my panties down," she told me defiantly. "I may have to have a spanking but I'm keeping my panties on." I shrugged. If that's what she thought, so be it. I wasn't going to argue the point. I reached over and took her arm. Drawing her across to me I indicated she should bend over. With a great show of reluctance Michelle lay down across my knee. A simple twitch on her dress had it floating up towards her waist, leaving her pretty bottom on display. I gave her a couple of quick spanks on her bottom and her hands immediately came down to try to protect it. I'd expected that, and as Michelle obviously expected, I caught her hand and held them in one of mine, holding them in the small of her back and holding her down at the same time. With her hands safely trapped, Michelle found that she'd made a tactical error. She was no longer able to defend her panties. I started pulling them off her bottom and Michelle started protesting and struggling. She wasn't able to do either very well. She didn't want to scream and get caught having her bottom spanked, so her squeals and protest were muted. As for struggling, all she could really do was twist a bit and kick her legs up and down, which didn't really accomplish anything. With her panties out of the way, I rested my hand on Michelle's bottom, my fingers pressing down between her legs. Michelle must have got a nasty shock when she found that all her wriggling and kicking was doing was forcing her pussy up against my fingers. Her struggles came to an abrupt halt. "Finished with your nonsense?" I asked politely, getting a rude word as an answer. Assuming that was an agreement, I started work. As far as I was concerned, I quite enjoyed supplying Michelle with a salutary lesson on the facts of life, that is that there are consequences and you can't always avoid the. I warmed her bottom nicely until it had a healthy pink flush. Satisfied with my progress to that point, I swung Michelle to her feet. Taking the shift she was wearing I lifted it up and off before she caught on to what was happening. She had barely started to protest that when she was back across my knee, where I promptly unsnapped her bra. Leaving it to fall I was about to resume the paddling when Michelle indicated she had a question. "Wait, wait, wait," she squealed. "What are you doing?" "I'm spanking you, Michelle," I told her patiently. "I thought you would have caught on to that by now." "I mean why did you take off my dress and undo my bra?" she said, almost weeping, probably from a mixture of emotions. "They'd be in the way when I commence ravishing you," I pointed out. "I thought I'd get them out of the way now so you'll be accustomed to being naked in front of me." "I may have to put up with getting spanked," she hissed, "but you're so not ravishing me." "We'll discuss that later," I told her, "Now if you don't mind?" I resumed my paddling, but now I was adding a few variations to it that I hoped would slip past Michelle's awareness. An occasional spank would land along the junction of her bottom and legs, fingers stinging the tops of her inside thighs. As I had hoped, her legs started drifting slightly apart, and soon a spank or two was coming down and stinging her pussy, agitating it and coaxing it to an aroused state. Michelle was still busy protesting the spanking, apparently resenting it something fierce, but I didn't mind her resistance. It was a valuable lesson for her. Finally deciding enough was enough, I stopped spanking and started rubbing my hand over her bottom, soothing the stinging. Now that the spanking had stopped, Michelle seemed a lot more amenable to my rubbing her smarting bottom, probably unwilling to say anything in case the spanking resumed. Naturally, as some of those spanks had landed on her pussy, it was only right that I should soothe that area as well, and my hand started rubbing along her mound, soothing away any sore spots. Michelle was now squirming a bit more, but not actively protesting what I was doing. That is, she didn't actively protest until my fingers started slipping between her lips, disappearing into her slit and doing some gentle explorations. Then she did raise a gentle query. "What the hell do you think you're doing now," she demanded. "Just helping you adjust to what's coming," I murmured, while swinging her upright. Michelle's bra hadn't actually come right off, being tangled on her arms. I gave her some assistance in getting rid of it and then just considered her, holding her hands behind her back while I looked her over. Her nipples were erect, I noticed with satisfaction, and I gently rubbed across them with my free hand. Michelle twisted away slightly, but not too energetically, I noticed. More going through the motions than seriously protesting. Rising I turned her and pushed her gently down onto the bed, helping her to lie the way I wanted. Then I stripped. Michelle lay watching me undress, protesting all the while that she wasn't going to let me ravish her, but at no stage did she try to get off the bed or grab her clothes. She just lay there, protesting and watching. "Are you going to cooperate while I make love to you," I asked her quietly, "or do I just fall on you and ravish you?" Michelle swallowed, flicking another glance at where I stood ready to carry out my threat, then placed her hands over her pussy in mute defiance, daring me to take her. I took her ankle and tugged gently and, not really to my surprise, I drew Michelle's legs apart with ease. Moving between her thighs I took her hands and moved them away, exposing her to me. She may have been defiant, but her lips were pursed and parted and her exposed flesh gleamed with moisture. I aligned myself with her lips, the tip of my cock just resting where they were parted. I glanced at Michelle, but she was ignoring me. She was staring hard at where my cock was touching her, barely breathing as she waiting for my strike. I drove into her, hard and fast, sheathing myself in her with a single thrust. Michelle squealed, her legs almost shot into the air before coming down and around me, holding me in place. Her fists gave me a couple of ineffectual thumps on the back and then her fingers were digging into my shoulders, clinging to me. Seeing it appeared to be what Michelle wanted, I didn't show any restraint. I simply pounded into her, driving hard, gratified to find her responding with a ferocity that matched anything I could do. My mouth savaged her breasts while Michelle squealed and gasped, thrusting them up to me, practically demanding I devour her. Quite frankly, I found the whole experience amazing. We were two wild animals, thrashing together, taking our own pleasures, our partner's pleasure being incidental but still fully reciprocated. When I finally climaxed, Michelle was right there with me, squealing and bucking as she convulsed around me, holding me tight within her until she had her satisfaction. Afterwards I just held her. She seemed to snuggle closely for a few moments and then she was asleep, nestling against me like a contented kitten. I stayed there holding her while she slowly settled into a proper sleep. Once Michelle seemed settled for the night I eased out of bed, pulled on some trousers and slipped outside to do what a man's got to do. Sliding back into bed next to her I wondered if I'd be able to have seconds before she went outside and saw the large yellow clamp on her wheel. I keep one in the old banger in case of emergencies. You never know when you may need one. And there was no way I was going to let an unlicensed driver back on the road. Especially one who drove as badly as Michelle. Accidents Happen Danny hadn't meant to do it. After all, this was Brenda, his closest friend and next-door-neighbor with whom he had grown up. Both being only children, they considered themselves pseudo-siblings. But in eighteen years neither had ever touched each other intimately. And yet, today, as he was helping her spread sunscreen on her back, his fingers had made contact with the sides of her breasts. He trembled and dropped the sunscreen on the ground. "Danny Bernard, what do you think that you are doing?" Brenda asked him, trying to hide the satisfied grin on her face. "You're not finished yet. Why have you stopped? Do you want my back to get all sunburned? Pick up that sunscreen and finish my back." She had no intention of telling Danny that his touching the sides of her tits was exactly what she wanted. Brenda Porter was just two years old when her family had bought the house next to the Bernards house. By the time they were in second grade, Brenda had decided that she loved Danny, who was just three months older than she was. But, as is true with boys and girls, each often viewed the other as a nuisance when they wanted to be with their friends. This lasted only until puberty set in for both of them five years ago, and they began to be more aware of the other as a desirable person. With the growing attraction toward each other also came the fear of rejection. What would happen if they tried something and the other didn't want it? Would their friendship be over? In the last five years, Danny had grown five inches taller, thirty pounds heavier, but retained the shy demeanor that marked their first meetings. At 5 feet 9 inches in height, he was not the shortest boy in their age group, but he was by no means the tallest. Brenda had only put on four inches, and 15 pounds in that same year, with most of the weight going into her chest and her hips. At 5 feet 8 inches in height she was still shorter than Danny, but she retained the slender physique her constant swimming helped her achieve. Danny wore his light brown hair cut short because he, too, swam constantly. Brenda's almost black curly hair was also cut short. They had often held hands with each other as they walked from their houses to the school bus stop when they were in kindergarten and first and second grades. By the time they entered third grade, the thought of holding hands with each other was, as they told their parents, "yucky." And yet, this late June morning, Brenda had asked Danny to come lay out in the sun with her. She wore her two-piece swimsuit, and Danny wore his faded denim shorts. The first hour saw them laying out their towels, pillows and plastic drink cups filled with cold water. They chatted amiably about school and swimming. Then Brenda had casually asked Danny to put the sunscreen on her back. She lay face down on her towel, her chin resting on her pillow, waiting to see what would happen, hoping that something would. Her feelings for Danny had grown stronger as their hormones raged and subsided, but he had given her no clue about any romantic feelings toward her. So she had chosen this swimsuit to provide the opportunity for just what had happened to occur. Danny, a horrified look still on his face, stammered an apology, picked up the sunscreen, and devoted his attention to finishing Brenda's back, only. "Hey, dork," she said to him, "don't you think that you should finish putting the sunscreen on my sides as well? They can burn, too, you know. "Look," she continued, ignoring his apology, "we've known each other too long to be squeamish about touching each other. Just finish the job and don't worry. If I didn't want you to touch me, you wouldn't even be here." Danny took a deep breath and let it out slowly, as he proceeded to follow Brenda's instructions. However, he had to shift around to hide his seven-inch hard-on that was threatening to poke her in the back. He hoped that she would not notice his adjustments. Too late! Brenda turned toward him with a wicked grin on her face. She blithely asked, "Did I cause that? I'm flattered by the attention. Time for you to lay down so that I can take care of your back!" As he took up a prone position on his own towel, Brenda sat up and straddled his back just above his hips, applying the sunscreen liberally. She paid careful attention to Danny's broad upper back. As she rubbed the substance onto his neck and shoulders, she couldn't resist massaging him as well. Danny groaned in satisfaction as she helped him relax the muscles that made him the best male swimmer in their school. She let her hands roam and then asked him to turn over so that she could massage his chest. Without thinking Danny turned over, concentrating on the wonderful feelings Brenda's massage was creating. However, another muscular part of his anatomy made contact with her at the junction of her legs. This startled her and embarrassed him. She jumped off as he tried to shove his erection down between his thighs. "You know," she grinned at his pained expression with mock-evil intentions, "I could help you with that problem." "No-o-o," Danny wailed. "I'll just dash into the house and take care of it myself." He jumped up and made a beeline for his front door. Brenda tiptoed behind him, and when he went into his house she followed after him, trying not to make a sound. Danny rushed into the guest bathroom just behind the living room of the Bernard house. In his rush to get to the toilet he did not notice that the bathroom door had not closed all the way; nor did he notice Brenda stop and stare at him as he dropped his shorts and his boxer underwear and proceed to masturbate until he shot his cum into the bowl. He then pulled his shorts up and went to the sink to wash his hands. And that is when he saw her, a look of total amazement on her face. "Well, did you like what you saw?" he asked her. Brenda gave him a wide smile and said, "Oh, yes. Yes I did. You are so big, as I knew when it poked me outside. And watching you ejaculate just now was better than I could have imagined. And after all of my mother's romance novels that I've read, I could imagine a lot, and have!" Danny did not know what to say after that effusive compliment, so he simply said "Thanks." Brenda thought about what to say or do next. After a brief moment she reached back and unfastened the top of her swimsuit, pulling it off so that he could see her 32B breasts. Then she pushed the bottom of her swimsuit off so that he could also see her hair-covered mound. Then she spread her feet so that he could also see the outer lips of her sex. "I've seen you; it is only fair that you see me." Gazing raptly at her nude body, Danny gulped twice, cleared his throat, and asked, "Now what?" When it came to matters of sex, neither teenager had a clue what to do. "Now you tell me how long it will be before one or both of your parents come home. My Mom won't be home for four hours, and my Dad not for an hour after that." Brenda giggled as she told Danny this, while still standing there in the nude. "My folks will be home about the same time as your Dad. And let me also state for the record that your body is more beautiful than I could ever have imagined," he replied, catching his breath repeatedly as he stared at the naked woman who was his best friend in all the world. He then suggested that she put her swimsuit back on and that they go back to her back yard. "Sounds like a plan to me," Brenda replied. "But before we go, I want you to kiss me. Kiss me anywhere and everywhere that you want to. And take your cock out of your shorts because I want to kiss it. And your testicles, too." So saying she edged forward and placed her lips on his, wrapping her arms around his neck. Their lips remained in touch but parted so that they could trade tongues. He put his arms around her back and was afraid to let go, lest this dream of them doing things to each other should disappear like a cloud of smoke. He pulled one arm back to his side so that he could remove his shorts so that they were both naked. Then he resumed holding her. His other arm slid down her backside until his hand found her butt. Using that hand to pull Brenda closer, they found themselves with their mouths, chests, stomachs and pubic regions in direct contact. Danny then broke away from her mouth to trail kisses from just below her ears to the junction of her neck and shoulders, first on one side of her head, and then on the other. Brenda pulled back and returned Danny's kisses, kiss for kiss. As she did so she brought her right hand back around to caress his chest. She placed kisses on his nipples, and then licked her way from his chest to his navel. He then kissed his way from her neck to her breasts, licking each one and then sucking on the bright red nipples, followed by trying to suck her whole breast into his mouth. Then he, too, kissed and licked his way to her navel. As this activity proceeded his cock stiffened and rubbed against her sex. Her sex, in the meanwhile, was starting to drip with lubricating juices that gave off an aroma that at once made Danny push his cock harder against her and, at the same time, intoxicated him with her. Danny dropped to his knees in front of her and kissed his way from Brenda's navel to the mass of black curls above her sex. He then licked down her thighs and back up to her sex, tasting her juices and finding them wonderful. His tongue spread the outer lips of her pussy and caressed her inner lips and the button at the top. Brenda pulled him up, knelt before him, and licked her way from his navel to his cock. She kissed the tip and licked the shaft of his erection. She then pushed his member up and kissed and licked his hairy balls. Then she stood up and kissed him again on the lips, tasting her own juices for the first time. She swallowed convulsively and said, when she was able to breathe normally, "Danny, I love you. I hope that you love me, too." Danny could only nod affirmatively, since his own breathing was too ragged for speech. He then bent down and pulled up her swimsuit bottom until it was properly placed. He then picked up the top of her swimsuit and helped her cover her breasts with it. Then he retrieved his own underwear and his shorts and covered himself. They then went back outside to her backyard. When they were properly seated on their towels once again, he took a sip of the water in his cup, smiled at Brenda, and spoke. "You know that I have always loved you, and I always will. But we have started something that could be dangerous for both of us. We cannot have sexual intercourse until we both know that we are safe. That means that you need some form of birth control, and I need to acquire some condoms. "I promise that I will not make love to any other woman, but we have to make certain that you don't become pregnant until we are safely out of college. And if we are both going to college, which I hope we will, then we should at least obtain our bachelors degrees before you get pregnant." "Danny, my love, you are as forward thinking on this issue as I could ever want. I want my Mom to take me to the gynecologist as soon as possible so that I can start taking birth control pills. And I love that you also want to get condoms so that we can avoid both pregnancy and sexually transmitted diseases." "My sweet Brenda, I will obtain the condoms by the end the week. However, they will remain unused until you are on the pill and are certain that they are working. "Meanwhile, I hope to do more with you than what we have just done. I want to lick your pussy until you cum, and then I want to lick those juices off of your body. "I hope that you will consider sucking my cock and swallowing my cum. And I hope that you will let me finger your pussy until you cum that way; while I also hope that you will want to jack me off with your hands, too." With that they leaned toward each other and kissed. Brenda then said, "You don't know this yet, but I am due to have my period next Tuesday. And, from what I have read, once I start on the pills, I should wait a week. "And I want my first time to be somewhere that we both have chosen, with all the time that we need so that we are not rushed. Also, since you will be taking my virginity, I want proper facilities so that we can clean ourselves of any blood from my broken hymen." "And that is exactly why we will determine when to do this, together. My beautiful Brenda, I want that experience to be as perfect as we can make it. Let us continue to talk these things over so that we do not do anything that we are not agreed that it is time to do it. "Also, speaking of advanced planning, I intend to propose marriage to you before we go to college so that it is obvious to all the males there that you are spoken for from the beginning." Danny then kissed her again. After that they lay back down on their towels to rest under the early summer sun. They were to have five more weeks of planning and talking and experimenting with sex before Brenda told Danny that her period would be over on the following Friday, and that she wanted him to fuck her the next night. They decided to go to a motel in a nearby town where they would be able to enjoy each other fully. They each had spoken to their parents, candidly, and openly, about their plans, including their first night of total intimacy. Their parents were not surprised at their burgeoning relationship, and agreed to finance the trip. But they warned their children that this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and not to rush into it if they had any reservations whatsoever. Danny then confided that he was uncertain about minimizing Brenda's discomfort for that first time. Mr. Bernard thought this over for a moment. And then he said, "Danny, think of Brenda's hymen like the outside of a half-filled balloon. "If you poke the balloon with your finger, gently, the balloon will stretch as you push inward. If you were to poke hard all at once, then the balloon would likely pop right away. But if you poke gently, several times, the balloon will stretch and then pop. "So when you enter Brenda for the first time, go slowly. She will need time for her vagina to expand to accept you inside. And when you feel the resistance of her hymen, stop pushing. Then slowly push again. Do this three or four times and the hymen should stretch easily and break without a great deal of pain." "Thanks, Dad. I will try my best to cause Brenda as little pain as possible," Danny assured his father. The next day Danny explained his father's idea to her, and she liked the plan. Then Danny mentioned that he would try to go slow after her hymen had broken until he was fully inside her. Brenda said, "Thank you my love, for wanting to treat me so well on our special night. But even if you don't go slow, and push through my hymen as soon as you touch it, I will love you regardless of the pain, regardless of the blood, and regardless of anything. And remember, once my hymen is gone we can fuck all night long, if we want. Just bring a good supply of condoms." They arrived at the motel they had chosen early on a Saturday afternoon. After setting up their room the way they wanted it, they went out to walk around the area. They came back to Danny's car and drove to a nearby restaurant for an intimate dinner. Then they drove back to the motel, entered their room, and set the environment to the most romantic that they could make it. They then undressed each other and went into the bathroom to take a shower together. Once they were washed and dried they placed a couple of towels under where Brenda would lay when Danny entered her. They spent nearly an hour of holding, kissing, licking and sucking before agreeing that the time had come. Danny retrieved his first condom, and gave it to Brenda to put on him. Then she lay on her back with her knees bent and as wide apart as she could hold them. Danny moved between her legs and placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. He smiled at her, kissed her on the tip of her nose, and pushed the tip of his cock into her love channel. Brenda was astonished at how just the tip was stretching the walls of her cunt. Danny pushed a little more of his cock inside her, rested, then he pulled back until only the tip of his dick was still inside her. He repeated this process two more times, getting more of his love spear into her, until he felt the tip bump against her hymen. He pushed at it until he felt the resistance to his entry. He withdrew and then pushed again. Two more times he withdrew and pushed against her. On the fourth push against her barrier he felt it give way, and he pushed the tip completely past where it had been. He withdrew again to the tip, and pushed in again. One more withdrawal and insertion and he felt his balls hit her butt and he was fully buried in her love tunnel. Brenda had winced when Danny's cock first entered her. She winced again when her hymen broke. And she winced once more when she felt him bottom out inside her vagina. Afterwards she felt no pain, but a steadily rising pleasure as he pulled out and pushed back in. When her orgasm had squeezed the cum out of Danny's balls, she smiled up at him. When his cock had shrunk to its post-coital smallest he pulled completely out of her. He went to the bathroom, removed the condom, started some warm water flowing, and dunked two washcloths in it. Taking them back to the bed he used one to clean up her private parts, which were remarkably free of blood. He handed the other washcloth to Brenda and she cleaned his cock and balls. Taking her with him back to the bathroom, along with the washcloths and the towels, Danny piled the used linens in the corner. Filling the tub with mildly hot water he gently placed Brenda in the tub in a sitting position and then climbed in behind her so that his legs and arms were wrapped around her and she could lean back against his chest. They rested in the tub and chatted about the experience. Then they got up out of the tub, dried off, went back to the bed, and made soft, gentle love to each other twice more before exhaustion overtook them and they slept in each others arms. When they awoke the next morning they fucked once more, then took a shower to get clean. Then they dressed, packed up their belongings, checked out and drove back home, only stopping for a fast-food breakfast. When they returned home the Porters and the Bernards met their children at the front door of the Porter house. They hugged and kissed their parents and sat down and told their parents what a wonderful experience they had. Mrs. Porter then asked her daughter if she had any regrets. Mrs. Bernard asked her son the same question. The answers their children gave them were more than satisfactory. Then Mr. Porter spoke for the four parents. "Danny, you have treated our daughter as well as we could have hoped. But you both still have two weeks before you graduate high school. Then there is the issue of college, which we all hope that you will attend. How do you see your relationship working from now until then?" Danny took Brenda by the hand, looked at Mr. Porter and the other three parents and said, "Brenda and I have talked about this. We have a plan that we think will work. "We will attend all our classes, come home and do our homework, for the next two weeks. We want your permission to sleep together on every night during those two weeks. "We want to alternate houses, sleeping in Brenda's room one night, and my room the next, subject to whatever rules you set for us. When it comes time to go to college, we both plan to attend State University. "We know that we will have to live apart, in dorm rooms, during the week of our first year. We will come home on the weekends and sleep with each other on Friday night and Saturday night. Accidents Happen "After the first year we will try to find off-campus housing where we can live together. When we have completed our bachelors degrees, we will go out and find jobs. "We hope to get married after we have worked a year. However, we will become engaged before our first year in college." "And what do you plan to study in college?" Mr. Bernard asked. Brenda said, "I want to become a high school history teacher and a swimming coach. Danny wants to study accounting and become a Certified Public Accountant.' "I think you both have done a good job of planning," Mrs. Bernard said. "I am sure that we can come up with a set of rules for when you sleep together that will be acceptable to the four of us parents." Mrs. Porter asked, "Do you expect to earn scholarships to pay for your education? Even at State U. a four-year education is not cheap." Danny answered, "In addition we expect to work while we are in college, all four years. And, Dad, I would like your help in obtaining a road-building job the next four summers. I hear that they pay the best for general laborers in this area. And Brenda wants to work in a school business office, Mr. Porter, as a summer intern, if you can help her with that." Everyone agreed that the plan was a good one, and that the kids had taken a realistic look at what it would take. The next day was Monday, and there were thirteen weeks left before the college school year began. Brenda found a temporary typing job that would net her about $1,500.00. Danny found a job as a day laborer that would net him about $2,100.00. He looked and found a jewelry store that could provide him with a nice engagement ring for about $1,350.00. Thus by the time they returned to school they had begun accumulating funds for their college educations, plus Danny had a ring to give to Brenda when they became engaged. They spent their first night together Monday night in Brenda's room. It was a time in which they worked on developing their skills at pleasuring one another using their mouths. Brenda became an excellent cocksucker, according to Danny, while she said that he became the best cunt-lapper she could have wanted. And they always fucked just before going to sleep in each others arms. High school commencement was held on a bright, sunshiny Friday just before Memorial Day. That night the Porters and the Bernards went out to dinner to celebrate their children. Just before dessert was served Danny stood up, looked the four parents in the eye, then got down on one knee and handed Brenda a jeweler's ring box, saying: "Brenda Marie Porter, you have made my life so wonderful, these last two weeks. Would you consent to become my wife in about five years?" Brenda looked at him with tears in her eyes as she replied, "Daniel Michael Bernard, I do consent to become your wife in about five years." Daniel then took back the ring box, removed the ring contained therein, and placed it on the third finger of her left hand. "And may we be as happy in our married life as our parents have been in theirs," he concluded. The server, who had been told about this in advance, brought the deserts and a bottle of champagne, which everyone enjoyed. Their first year at State U. was the longest nine months they had ever had (not knowing how hard the nine months of Brenda's first pregnancy would later prove to be). They hated not being able to sleep together during the week. But Friday nights in Brenda's bedroom at home, and Saturday nights in Danny's, made up for the rest of the week. Then, almost before they knew it, that first year was over. Just before their last finals of their second semester, as they were getting ready to move back home for the summer, a friend told them about a small apartment that was coming open in what was popularly known as Married Students Row. MSR housing was usually not rented to unmarried couples, but by putting up the whole year's rent in advance they were able to persuade the landlord to make an exception. After they had secured the apartment they returned home to confront an unforeseen financial dilemma. The apartment needed a new bed, but while they wanted to buy it now, they wouldn't be able to pay for it until just before the summer was over. Mrs. Porter and Mrs. Bernard persuaded their husbands to purchase the bed for their children. The store agreed to ship the bed to their apartment and set it up, and remove the old bed. The children signed a promissory note agreeing to pay their parents back in three months. And so it happened. Setting up the apartment so that they could live there in relative comfort and still be able to study was a work in progress throughout the first semester of their second year at State U. Juggling the housework was easy, because they only had three rooms plus a bath. The minuscule kitchen was barely big enough for one of them to cook in. The general room was living room, dining room and study hall. The bedroom had just enough room for a double bed, a dresser and matching chest of drawers, and a sliding door closet that could hold clothing for both of them. The bathroom had a small bathtub and a storage vanity. When they moved in the weekend before Labor Day they decided to splurge on a visit to a campus fast-food restaurant for supper. They finished their unpacking, made the bed, and then they undressed and made love before falling asleep, Danny spooned Brenda with his love stick buried in her always-welcoming pussy. With the holiday keeping stores closed, they had to do their grocery shopping on Sunday. Registration for their classes took place on Tuesday and Wednesday. After they registered they went to the bookstore and picked out as many used books as they could, then bought new books when they couldn't. They had brought their laptop computers from home, along with a cable modem, wireless router and a wireless printer. A computer tech friend drove up to help them set-up their wireless network. Their biggest expenses would be for paper and printer ink. Thursday was the first day of classes. As the semester progressed they became more comfortable with classes and studying, and fucked every other day. It was a pattern that suited them. While they would have preferred more frequent sex, they viewed their grades as being of paramount importance. Their second year in the apartment went even more smoothly, and at school both were elected to honor societies in their respective fields of study. Their last undergraduate year went equally smoothly, their love grew stronger, and when recruiters came to campus, each was able to find the job they wanted in a city just an hour away from home. By the time they were awarded their degrees they had everything they needed packed up and had found a larger apartment in which to begin their professional lives together. The CPA firm that hired Danny was a small, local firm with a staff of 30 and about 200 clients. Danny was welcomed warmly and grew to become a partner in the firm. The school that hired Brenda eventually appointed her the head swimming coach. Three years later she also became the head of the history department. As planned they were married in July of the year after they began working. The families became even closer. Two months after the wedding Brenda stopped taking birth control pills. She became pregnant just before Thanksgiving and gave birth to a daughter at the end of August. This entailed having to hire a nanny to watch the baby during the day. When there was a swimming meet they hired a student from Brenda's high school who wasn't on the team to watch their daughter. They went on to have two more children, a boy and another girl. Their lives were happy and fulfilled. They still fucked every other night. And when their children grew up and had children of their own their love for each other just continued to grow. Accidents Happen Oakley Samson strolled down to the water, the sound of the surf filling her ears. There was a little swell, but not enough for body surfing, she decided. She walked back to her beach umbrella and rummaged around in her bag. She pulled out a snorkel mask and some fins. She carried them over to the lagoon side and put them on. Easing into the cool water, she put her face in and swam for the reef. The fish were out today in profusion and she swam with the schools. A big crab was scuttling along and she teased it, careful to avoid the big pincher it had. She dove for an hour and swam back to the beach. There weren't many people there on a Tuesday and she had the area pretty much to herself. She ate her sandwich and drank a bottle of water. The rest of the afternoon she spent with the fish or reading her book and when she had enough she stood under the shower for a few minutes, rinsing off the salt. She put her bag in the trunk and climbed in her Charger. She pulled onto the highway, winding along the shore. She felt something cold on her leg and looked down. She was holding her insolated cup between her thighs and it was leaking. She adjusted it so that it wasn't leaking. She felt a thump and heard a crash. She wasn't going very fast, maybe twenty five, but it was enough to send the bicycle and its rider flying into the grass at the side of the road. Oakley screeched to a stop on the shoulder, jumped out and ran back to where a young man lay on the grass holding his leg. "Oh my God, are you ok?" she asked. "I'm so sorry! Are you hurt badly?" He looked up at her. The first thing she noticed were his intensely gray eyes. They had pain in them and his light eyebrows were drawn together in a frown. He was very good looking for a white boy, she thought. "I'm not hurt bad," he said. "I think I may have a broken leg." "Jesus, I'm so sorry," she said again. "What were you doing?" he asked. "Tell me you weren't texting." "No, I wasn't, I swear. I was holding a drink between my legs and it was spilling on me. I only looked down for a second. I'm so sorry." "Yes, I know. You keep telling me. It's ok, I forgive you. It could happen to anyone. I've done that before. Help me up." She put her hand out and he took it. His hand swallowed hers and when he stood up, he towered over her. She looked up at him. "Well, you're very tall when you aren't lying on the ground," she said. "Can you walk?" "Let's find out," he said. "Can I lean on you?" She moved close and he put his arm around her shoulders. He resisted the impulse to stroke the silky skin of her bare shoulder. He put some weight on his leg and winced. "It's broken," he said. "It isn't badly broken, but I'm not going to walk home. Help me over to my bike." The bike was a mess. It had a fiberglass frame and it was broken. The rims were bent and it was obviously ruined. "It looks like a nice bike," she told him. "Did you love it?" "No, it's replaceable," he told her. "It was a good bike and I enjoyed riding it. I can get another bike. Is your car damaged?" Oakley helped him hobble to the Charger and they looked at the hood. There were a couple of scratches that she thought would buff out easily. "What are we going to do?" she asked him. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Do you want to call the police?" "Why? They would probably taze or shoot one of us. The only problem is my bike." "What if I buy you another one?" she asked. "Ok, that takes care of that problem. I have another one, though. I think I need to go to the hospital." "I have insurance," she said. "I'll take you. We'll have to tell them I hit you though." "I don't want to do that," he said. "I have insurance too. We'll just tell them I had a bike wreck. It has the virtue of being true. Do you know, I don't even know your name?" "I'm sorry, I'm Oakley Sampson," she held out her hand. He took it firmly. "Greyson Stokes," he said. "Hell of a first impression you make, Oakley." His smile that lit up those amazing gray eyes took the sting out the words. She laughed, "This is how I get dates. I hit them with my car. Your bike is junk, Greyson. I'll put the back seats down and we'll throw it in. If you'll let me take you to a bike shop, I'll get you a new one." "Hospital first, then bike shop," he said. "My leg is hurting like hell." He held onto the car and hopped along to the door, letting himself in while she put the ruined bike in the trunk. She drove him to the nearest hospital and stayed with him in the emergency room. She found out that he was a marine biologist with the University of Hawaii. She told him that she was in international business and worked for Cisco. Neither one of them were married and they actually lived close to one another in Waipahu. He didn't surf, but he did dive, both scuba and free diving. "I'm surprised that you swim," he said. She looked up at him and saw that he was grinning at her. "Ha, ha, so funny," she said. "You mean on account of how black people can't swim?" She laughed. "I'm glad you laugh about stuff like that," he said. "Why? Why would you give a damn what I think?" "Well, we are going on a date," he said. "Hell, we are," she looked at him. "What made you think that?" "You hit me with your car," he said. "That's the way you get dates. That's what you told me." Oakley laughed for a long time. "You're a clown, dude. You make me laugh. Thanks for not being a tool about me hitting you. I'm really so sorry about that." "You can tell me more about it on our date," he said. "I'm not going on a date with you," she told him. "Why not?" he asked. "Well, let's see, I have a boyfriend, I don't know you, you're white and you don't surf. I'm sure I'll think of more in a minute. Why would I?" "Well, I'm young, relatively well off, single, I have no hideous disfigurements. I have an extensive knowledge of local hotspots, I'm not a racist like some I could mention and you did hit me with your car." "I'm not a racist," she said. "I can't believe you said that." "Let's see, one of the reasons you won't go out with me is because I'm white. That seems at least eccentric to me. I would understand if some white guy walked up to you on the street and asked you out. You might he had some kind of twisted thing for black girls. Or, he might just think you're beautiful, interesting, have a fantastic laugh, beautiful eyes, a propensity to hit people with your car and not care at all if you're a little green girl from Mars." That made her laugh again. "There it is," he said. "I just want to say something funny so I can listen to you laugh." "Jesus, you know how to turn on the charm, Greyson. Ok, I guess I owe you. I did break your leg and smash your bike. I'll go out with you once." "Bike shop first, then go out," he said. "Well, actually cast first." They were in the emergency room for four hours before they actually got the cast on and checked out. "I'm just glad I wasn't having a heart attack," he said. "If it takes that long for people that have real emergencies, they're pruning the population pretty quick. I'm sorry you had to wait so long, Oakley. The bike shop is closed. Maybe we should wait for another day for the date too. My leg hurts like hell and I'm sore all over. I feel like I've been mugged. I don't think I'm cut out for a job as a crash dummy." "That might be best. I still don't know how I'm going to explain you to my boyfriend." "Do you live together?" "No, but he wants to." "I understand, why mention me at all? It's one date. If we go on three, you should mention me. Otherwise, it's just a laugh, right?" "I guess. I'll drive you home, Greyson. You can call me when you're feeling better and we'll talk about the other stuff." She drove him home and found out where he lived. "Jesus, Greyson, is that your car?" she asked when they pulled up. "What is it?" "Same thing you're driving," he said, "but from 1968. It's a Charger RT. Mine's not quite as quick as your RTS but it's a blast to drive and it sounds better than yours." "Can we take it when we go out?" she asked. "I love old muscle cars." "You're an unusual girl, Oakley," he said. "You'll have to drive it. It's a four speed and I won't be able to shift very well." "I'm so sorry, Greyson," she told him again. "I've just screwed up your life for a while. How will you get around?" "Stop, apologizing, Oakley," he said. "It was an accident. I'll be fine. I have a Mini with the British wheel. Give me your number and I'll call." Oakley watched as he went up the sidewalk on his crutches. He unlocked the door and turned to wave at her. She lifted her hand and backed out. Oakley was feeling very confused as she drove away. Very few people she had ever met had affected her like Greyson had in the short time she had been with him. She hadn't wanted to go out with him, but now she did very badly. They had talked more in the half a day they had been together than she had with Tyrell in the last six months. She had been feeling less and less satisfied with her boyfriend for a while. His inability to keep a job worried her. He had half a dozen in the eight months she had known him. She had gotten him three of them and he always got fired. It was never his fault, according to him. He wouldn't show up for work on time, called in sick constantly and hung out with his boys and did a bare minimum when he was there. His lack of interest in all the things she loved and his drug use were becoming huge in her mind. The sex was great, but it was hard to get motivated to have sex with someone that won't talk about anything but sex, drugs and music. At twenty five, she was well on her way to realizing dreams she had cherished ever since she was a little girl. The problem was, she was leaving behind most of the cultural things that had been such an important part of her life for years. Now she knew Greyson and she felt like she had never met anyone she was so strongly attracted to. She had a lot of trouble falling asleep that night as her mind raced. She got up and drank a glass of wine. A comedy routine on TV diverted her thoughts and she fell asleep quickly when she went back to bed. The next morning he texted her. "Hope your day is as good as mine is going to be thinking about Saturday." Oakley was thrilled and she didn't want to be. Her fingers were moving before she knew it and she sent him back a smiley face. She flew to Seattle on Wednesday and didn't get back home until Friday afternoon. Greyson had texted her every day, only once a day, and kept her thinking about him. She had kept him informed of her schedule and she hadn't been home thirty minutes when the doorbell rang. It was a delivery man and he had a package for her. When she opened it she laughed. He had gotten her three t-shirts. They all had something funny about surfing on them. There was a note that said, "I wish I was there to hear you laugh." This was a hugely romantic guy, she thought. She couldn't remember looking forward to anything more than their date tomorrow. He picked her up at two thirty in the afternoon and he was driving the Charger. He could shift awkwardly, but he slid over and she drove. He brought her a big candy bar and she gave him a quick hug. He thought she was stunning. Her hair was a mass of shining ringlets and she had on a red top and black pants. He took her to a coffee shop and they played Scrabble together, arguing like children over made up words. It was the most fun on a date she could ever remember. It was dinner time when they left and he took her to a culinary school where they learned to cook paella using chicken and rabbit. They sat at a small table off the kitchen and ate their creation. Oakley thought it was very good. After dinner she drove to the famous waterfall and pool and they sat in folding chairs he had in the trunk. He took out two sketch books and pencils. They drew the waterfall and he got two strangers to look at their sketches and tell them which was best. They both chose Oakley's and he laughed. "You're just more beautiful than me," he chuckled. "There was no way they were going to pick mine after they saw you." He took her to a psychic and they had their tarot cards read. They got a kick out of discussing their reading on the way home and telling each other why they were wrong all the way back. When they pulled up in her driveway she didn't want it to end. "We didn't go to the bike shop," she said. "No," he said. "I've decided to give up biking and take up surfing. I live in Hawaii and it would be a waste to never learn to surf. I need lessons and I know this beautiful little girl I'm hoping will give me a lesson. I'm going to need a board though, and I have no idea what to buy." Oakley was touched. "Ok, Greyson; I'll help you buy a board." "Next Saturday?" he asked. "Ok, next Saturday. How are you going to surf with a cast on your leg?" "I can't, but I can get a board and I can watch you. I'll get some ideas about the theory. Pick you up at two thirty?" Oakley wanted him to kiss her. He didn't show any signs of wanting to come in so she waited. He came around on his crutches and opened her door. When she stood up he wrapped her in his arms and squeezed her. "I had fun, Oakley," he told her. "You're a great girl." He tilted her head up and she offered him her lips. He kissed her deeply, but didn't press her. "Thanks, Greyson," she told him. "I had a great time. This was the best date I've ever been on. You've got imagination. Most guys take me to dinner and a movie. I like that, but this was better. Keep asking me, ok?" He watched her walk up the sidewalk, her slender, firm butt moving under the black slacks. She looked back and smiled at him. He lifted his hand and she waved as she went inside. Oakley didn't return any of Tyrell's calls or texts that week. He was angry and called her a bitch and a ho on voice mails. She sent him a text telling him she was moving on and he shouldn't call her anymore. He left one more profanity laced message and she breathed a sigh of relief that he was out of her life. Her week passed quickly and she found herself thinking about Greyson every morning when she woke up. He texted her every day, just some funny little message, and she looked forward to getting them. She called him three times and they talked on the phone for hours. On Friday, she got another package. This time it was a pair of Tory Burch, miller's sandals. Oakley knew how much those cost and she loved them. She was wearing them, along with a bikini and a semi-transparent, tie dyed wrap around when he picked her up on Saturday. She slipped behind the wheel and he gave her directions. They pulled up in front of a large, used book store. He gave her fifty dollars. "I want you to buy a book for me that you think I should read," he told her. "I'm going to get one for you too." Oakley was enchanted with the idea and spent an hour finding the perfect book. It was hard to choose, but she finally settled on Soul on Ice, by Eldridge Cleaver. "I think this is essential reading to realize what being black in America is like," she told him. "My experience is better than that, but it's a microcosm I want you to understand, Greyson. I want you to understand me." "I want to understand you, Oakley. I'll read it this week." He bought her Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand. "I just think it's a great read," he said, "and it starts to explain my philosophy of life. It all starts with Ayn Rand." She promised to start it Monday. "I'm flying to LA," she said. "I'll read the whole way on the plane." She took him to the Surf Garage to look at boards. They knew Oakley there, and they got Greyson hooked up with a beautiful board from Chris Christenson. He loved it and Oakley bought it for him. "I know this didn't cost as much as your bike," she told him. "I still owe you." "You're going to give me surfing lessons," he told her. "We'll call it good." She drove them to Diamond Head Lighthouse and they walked down to the beach. Oakley carried her board and a folding chair. She got him sitting in the chair and went back to get her bag. He was handicapped by his crutches, but he put them by his chair and watched her. She wasn't really thinking about it when she handed him her wrap. She put sunblock on and he watched in fascination as she smoothed the lotion into her long caramel colored legs. "Why do you wear sunblock?" he asked her. She laughed. "I may be brown, but I'd be charcoal if I didn't. Black people burn and tan just like white people. I like my skin without melanoma, thanks." She had on a yellow string bikini and he thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He could see all that firm, toned flesh and her ass was something out of fever dreams. Her hips were slender and those small, firm round cheeks made him want to reach out and squeeze one. Oakley glanced over at him and she felt shy, like a high school girl going to prom. She felt her nipples stiffen and she knew he could see them in profile as she rubbed the sunblock into her tummy. "Stop staring, Greyson; you're embarrassing me," she said. "I can't help it," he said. "God you're gorgeous, Oakley. If you come and stand in front of me, can I touch you?" "No!" she said. "I mean, you can touch me, but I'm not going to do that. I'm not a stuffed toy." He thought her bikini was pretty well stuffed. Her breasts weren't huge, but he could tell they were full and heavy. Her nipples were visibly erect and he wanted to pinch one between his fingers. She picked up her board and walked to the water. Her hips rolled and her ass jiggled as she walked. She could feel his eyes on her and felt her pussy moisten at the thought that he found her beautiful. She pushed the thought aside as she paddled out to the break. When she got the break timed she rode it in. It was a long one and she had a great time. She caught a dozen more and then paddled back in to him. She put her board down and he offered her a beer. When she came close he caught her and pulled her down on his lap. She stiffened up a little and then relaxed, snuggling into his arms. "You were amazing, Oakley," he told her. "Do you compete?" "No, I'm not interested in that. I am pretty good, but I don't do the extreme stuff. I want to have fun, not break my neck out on the Pipeline. If you're going to do crazy stuff, I won't teach you." "I'm going to do crazy stuff, but it doesn't involve surfing," he told her. She looked up at him and he drowned in those big brown eyes. They had flecks of amber in them and sparkled in the sun. "What crazy stuff are you going to do?" she asked. "I'm going to keep asking you out," he told her. "I'm going to take you sailing to Lanai, I'm going to climb the volcano on the big island with you and I'm going to take you wind surfing. After every one of those I'm going to take you home with me. Do you know what we're going to do there?" "Tell me," she whispered; her eyelids heavy and half closed. "I'm going to take you to bed and it's going to be the most spiritual and erotic thing I've ever done," he said. His hand was on the bare skin of her tummy and he was tracing designs around her little navel. She watched, paralyzed, as it moved up over her ribs and onto the material of her bikini, the contrast between his tanned white hand and her dark caramel skin made her shiver. His finger traced around one prominent nipple and she shuddered. His touch was so gentle and loving, like nothing she had ever experienced before. She was very horny and it had been a long time since she wanted someone like she did Greyson. She wanted him to fuck her! The desire washed over her and she pressed her hand on his, pulling it firmly into the breast he was teasing. Accidents Happen She offered him her lips and moaned into his mouth and he kneaded the firm flesh of her breast under his hand. "First I'm going to take you home with me," she whispered. "We're going to take a shower together and then you're going to spend the night with me." "What about your boyfriend?" he asked between kisses. "You're my boyfriend," she said. "I got rid of the other one." "Really?" he pulled away and looked into her eyes. "Yes, I just have room for you in my life," she told him. "Let me up and I'll show you." He raised his hands and she packed up their stuff. "What are we going to do about your cast?" she asked him on the way to the car. "I forgot about that. Can you shower?" "No, I just stay sweaty," he laughed. "I've been putting a garbage bag over it in the shower. Do you have a garbage bag?" "Yes," she said. "Can we swing by your house and get you some clothes? I want you to stay with me tomorrow. Will you go to church with me?" "Do you go often?" he asked. "Yes, that's part of that black experience I want you to know about." "Then I'd love to go. What will your friends think about you bringing me?" "I don't give a damn what they think," she said. "They'll think it's odd. I've never dated a white man before. They'll just have to get used to it or I'll make different friends. What will your friends think about me?" "They'll think I'm the luckiest dog on earth," he laughed. "They'll think it's odd at first. I've never dated a black girl before, but most of my friends are guys. They don't think like girls. They'll wish they were me. My few friends that are girls will hate you. You're so gorgeous and sexy that they won't like you at first. Once they get to know you, they'll wish they were me too." "Jesus, Greyson, do you have a bunch of lesbian friends?" "No, just a couple, but that's not what I meant," he laughed. "They'll wish they could be around you and be your friend like I am. I don't just want to fuck you, Oakley. I want us to be friends. I love being around you. Even if you never sleep with me, I just like to hang out with you. I've never known anyone like you before." Oakley melted inside. "I like being your friend, Greyson. You're the most interesting person I've ever met. I do want to fuck you though." He laughed and they pulled up in front of his house. They went inside and he showed her around. He painted and he had a little studio. "You drew bad so I could win at the waterfall," she accused him. "You're a very good artist, Greyson," she said as she looked at his paintings. "I'd like to paint you," he told her. "Will it be a nude?" she asked. "I don't think I'd ever get any painting done if you were in here naked," he laughed. "Speaking of which, we have an appointment in your shower." He picked out clothes, packed his shaving kit and she carried them to the car. She parked his car in her driveway and carried his clothes inside while he followed her on his crutches. She hung them up and went to the kitchen to find garbage bags. She was starting to itch from the salt on her skin and wanted to shower badly. Greyson followed her to the bathroom and she made him sit in a small chair there while she took off his clothes. His shorts and t-shirt were a little wet from where she had sat on him at the beach. She unbuttoned them, opened the zipper and he lifted his butt so she could get them off. He had on boxers and they were tented obscenely. "Is that for me?" she asked. "I think it is," he chuckled. "It's been like that since the minute I met you. Well, at least after I got out from under your car." "You're so mean," she giggled. "I can't believe you brought that up." She pulled his shirt over his head and looked at him. Damn, she thought. The man was nice! He had huge arms and his traps rose up like mountains. She squeezed his pecs. They were very large and he flexed them, making them dance under her hand. "What the hell?" she gasped. "I've never seen anyone that could do that before. You have to teach me that trick." Her hands slid down over his abs and she grasped the waistband of his boxers. When she pulled on them he raised his butt again. They hung on the hardness of his erection for a moment then slid free. His cock sprang up, slapping Oakley on the chin. The boxers fell to the floor, forgotten as she stared, mesmerized at the sight of his cock. She had never seen a white cock before, at least not in the flesh, so to speak. It looked very big! She had heard all her life about how small white men were. It was obviously a lie; at least it was with Greyson. The shaft towered out of a pair of delicious looking balls. He was clean shaven and the huge purple head of his circumcised cock looked like a baseball to Oakley. She had thought Tyrell had a big cock, but she had never expected anything like this. She had been just hoping not to be too disappointed. This was intimidating. "Jesus, Greyson," she said. "How do you walk around with that damn thing? I don't know about this, baby. I've never had anything that size in me. Don't hurt me, ok?" "I'd rather eat nails," he told her. "Have I ever been rough with you, Oakley?" "No, just don't start now. You could injure someone with that." Greyson pulled her close so he could reach her. He untied the wrap and she stood in front of him in her bikini. He pulled the bow at her back and the top dropped to the floor. Her big, luscious breasts fell out. They were a shade lighter than her caramel skin, a coffee with lots of cream color. Her areolas were small for the size of her breasts, barely bigger than a quarter. Her nipples were small too, just little pencil eraser sized nubs, a milk chocolate color, capping the tip of each breast. Her breasts were full and heavy, the bottoms swelling and the nipples high, tilting slightly upward. He palmed them and gently pinched her nipples. She moaned and he let his hands slide down over the dramatic swell of her hips to pull the bows at her sides. She had a tiny sunburst tattoo in the hollow of one hip where the bikini had hidden it. She had a neatly trimmed strip of black tight curls and below that the most beautiful pussy lips Greyson had ever seen. The lips were fat and bare, the skin silky and a little darker than her thighs. He could see dusky inner lips and a hint of pale pink showing inside. She knelt in front of him and slipped the garbage bag over his cast. Pulling on the drawstring, she tied it tightly just below his knee. She pulled him to his feet and he wrapped one arm around her naked shoulders. His touch made her shiver and she helped him into the shower. They took turns washing each other, their hands exploring the unfamiliar territory and Oakley was so horny she couldn't stand still. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the wetness of her pussy that had nothing to do with the shower. He soaped up her breasts, turning her so that her back was against him. She felt his cock slide between her ass cheeks, under her and over her slick pussy lips between her thighs. He squeezed and kneaded her big breasts, pinching her nipples firmly and stretching them out until they slid from his fingers, slippery with soap. He washed her back and knelt, soaping up the most fantastic ass he had ever seen. He spread her cheeks and soaped up the little brown rosebud, rubbing it firmly as she shuddered under the sensation. When he turned her around, he kept kneeling and washed her pussy, his finger sliding between the dusky inner lips and up over her clitoris. She moaned, thrusting toward him and he rinsed away the soap. She could feel his hot breath on her pussy and when his tongue came out and tickled her clitoris she groaned and held his head in her hands. He parted her lips with his tongue and lapped at her inner lips, penetrating her entrance before moving up over the small labia. She continued to moan and push her little pussy against his tongue. Oakley loved having her pussy eaten, but most of her previous boyfriends hadn't cared for it much. Greyson seemed to love it too as his tongue pushed firmly against her clit. He teased it out of hiding and it elongated and stiffened under his touch. He circled it with his tongue, firmly stroking the base and moving upward to flick at the engorged head. He felt her thighs begin to tremble and her belly sucked in and out with her arousal. The trembling became more pronounced and he felt her body tense. He cupped her ass in his big hands and pulled her into him as the warm water cascaded over them. He sucked the clitoris and hood into his mouth and attacked it with his tongue, flicking it rapidly back and forth and Oakley moaned loudly. She could feel the tension building, centered on her clitoris. When she felt his long finger slip between her lips and plunge deeply inside her, the feelings emanating from her pussy became overwhelming. She groaned and pushed herself against him. She felt his finger curling up inside her and he touched something that she had never felt before. There was a spot inside her that he was tickling that drove her wild. She felt the sensation flash over her, setting her on fire and the tension that had been building in her body exploded, the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt causing her to thrust wildly against his hand and mouth. She convulsed, causing him to lose contact with his lips but his finger continued to drive into her, keeping her cuming and tickling that spot with fire. She thought she was going to pass out, her blood pounding and her breath coming in gasps. She twisted her hips, trying desperately to escape his finger in her. "Stop, Greyson," she begged. "Please, that was soooo good but you're killing me. I'm going to pass out! Please, let me rest for a minute." He slowly withdrew his finger and stood up, wrapping her in his arms and cradling her head against his chest. Her mop of wet black ringlets were cradled in one hand and Greyson thought she looked adorable. Her features had that slack look of prolonged sexual excitement and her eyes were half closed as she shuddered against him. Oakley could feel his erection throbbing between her legs and she wanted him inside her. She let him hold her for a long time while her breathing slowed and her racing heart eased. She looked up at him and he kissed her passionately. They held the kiss for a long time until she broke it and turned the water off. They dried each other off and she helped him hobble to her bed. She climbed in on top of him and he held her little body in his arms. They cuddled and kissed for a long time, whispering to each other. Little love things and sexy things as they nuzzled and kissed one another. He rolled her over and lay over her. "No, Greyson, I want to blow you," she said. "Maybe later," he told her. "I want to be inside you. I need to make love to you, Oakley. I want slow and sweet right now. We can do hot and nasty later, ok?" She nodded, "Ok, Greyson, but I want that big cock in my mouth. I'm going to love that." She felt him move down and his cock slid down over her clit, through her pussy lips and lodged at her entrance. Her pussy was dripping wet and the huge head slid easily through her lips and inside her. She gasped and stiffened as her little pussy lips stretched around him. "Wait, baby," she pushed at him. "Jesus that's huge. Let me get used to it a minute. Damn, you've got a big cock. Just wait a second." She drew a deep, shuddering breath and pulled at him. He moved deeper, sliding into her in a long slow plunge. She felt him sinking into her and it felt so hot, burning her to the core. She felt her pussy expanding, fluttering around the cock inside her. He was deeper inside her than anything she had ever felt and the girth of this invader was stretching her wider than she had ever believed possible. She felt him push even deeper and she began to panic a little. "Greyson, wait a minute. I need to rest again," she begged. "Jesus Christ, baby, how much more is there?" "Almost there," he said. "If you can't take it, that's ok. This feels fantastic now. You're so tight and hot, Oakley! Your pussy is so sweet; do you want to just make love with this?" It was starting to feel amazing inside her as she began to cope with the sensation of being stuffed so full. She wanted it all but she was afraid. "Just use this for a minute," she moaned. "Give me this and then you can go deeper after we get going." He drew back a few inches and then reoccupied the conquered territory again. He did it again and they found a rhythm as he moved inside her. She could feel her pussy lips being dragged out, clinging to the shaft inside her as he withdrew and pushing back inside as he thrust. The sensation was driving her wild! His cock was scraping over her little clit and she was rapidly rising to orgasm. His thrusts began going deeper and she felt the head of his cock bump against her cervix as his pelvic bone began to rub against her clit. He was all the way inside her and the feeling of being stuffed with that cock was driving her over the edge. She felt a scream boil up from inside her as her thighs trembled and her body attempted to bridge up off the bed. Her orgasm swept over her like a tidal wave and she heard Greyson moaning over her. "Oh, God, baby," she screamed. "Fuck, I'm cuming! Oh Jesus, Greyson, oh my God I'm cuming; cuming so hard. Oh, oh, oh fuck; cum with me!" She felt his cock swell even larger and then he was cuming in her, the hot, ropey streams bathing her cervix and soothing the chafed walls of her little pussy. She exploded all over again when she felt his cum splashing inside her and she writhed in passion as she continued to cum, over and over, her body thrashing without control under him. She gave tongue to her pleasure, moaning and crying out as the contractions rippled through her pussy. He pushed deep, holding fully sheathed inside her and she felt her pussy contracting around his cock, milking him for the last few drops of cum. "Oh, God," she panted. "That was the most amazing thing. Damn, you're a good lover, Greyson. You made me cum like a firecracker. I've never cum like that with anyone! I'm worn though, baby. Jesus, I feel like I've been swimming for a hundred miles. God, that was good." She pulled him down so she could kiss him, her full, luscious lips crushed under his chest. She could feel him slowly deflating inside her and he rolled off, pulling her to spoon against him and entering her from behind with his still semi-erect cock." "I like to be inside you," he said. "If we go to sleep, I want to sleep inside you. I'll stay kind of hard like this for a long time." He wrapped her in his arms and she sighed with contentment as she felt his hand cupping one big breast. He nibbled on the back of her neck and she giggled. His mouth was next to her ear and he whispered in it. "Oakley, I think I'm in love with you." She turned to look at him, her dark eyes liquid pools. "I know," she whispered. "I think I'm in love with you too. I never intended this to happen, Greyson. I'm so glad I ran over you." He shouted with laughter. "Yeah, me too. You can run over me anytime as long as it ends up here." Oakley relaxed, loving the feeling of his cock inside her. Her eyes closed and she drifted off, looking forward to waking up in his arms. Accidents Happen Patrick's Point of View. Every time she comes over I find myself watching her out of the corner of my eye. Why did she always choose to come to me? Sure, we're friends and all. She'd always come over and just chill. Not that I'm complaining, she was always a joy to be around and certainly not an eyesore. That was the problem though. She was well and truly out of my league and it killed me inside that I couldn't do what I really wanted to do to her. She'd always say how nice I am. How glad she was to have a friend like me. If only she knew what was really going through my mind every time she sat down on my sofa. Her name was Amber. She wasn't very tall, around 5ft3" maybe? She had the most mouth watering curves you'd ever lay your eyes on. Her breasts, although heavy were high and firm. From what I could see anyway. She had a tiny little waist that spanned back out to show beautiful full hips, and her ass! Don't even get me started on her ass. Round, high, firm and from I can see it looks tight as hell. Her hair was long, really long and a beautiful chestnut brown colour with blonde tips. Ombre, she'd called it. Her complexion was always flawless and pale. Like a true English rose that complimented her big blue eyes. Her straight white teeth were hidden behind a pair of full juicy looking lips that I constantly wanted to kiss. She was standing out on the balcony overlooking the busy city in silence. She was quite upset when she came over unannounced. I didn't want to pry into whatever it was that upset her so I just let her in. She gave me that sad smile that had broke my heart on more than one occasion and went straight out onto the balcony to have a smoke. With me not being a smoker she knows I wouldn't appreciate her smoking in the apartment. I looked at her she had her back to me and I could see that beautiful ass of hers as she blew out a cloud of thick smoke. She was wearing those black jeans again. The ones that were so tight she may as well have painted them on. On her upper body was a grey jumper, also tight. Nothing was showing, no cleavage, no leg but she still turned me on so much it was almost infuriating. This woman was just unreal. I've never met her parents but they really did a good job when they created her. I first met her about 4 months ago in a bar. She was alone and of course upset. I myself was drowning my sorrows in a bottle of Jack Daniels at the bar. She had strolled in and sat down on the bar stool next to mine. She introduced herself and asked the bar tender for an extra glass. Would it have been anyone else I would have told them to fuck off but those eyes, they just hypnotized me. We both sat on our stools and drank our way through the bottle of Jack until the early hours of the morning. We both went our separate ways but I kept going back to that same bar in the hopes that she'd come back. I couldn't get those eyes out of my head and I needed to at least exchange numbers with her. A week later she came back, another week later she came back to apartment with me but nothing happened. Nothing ever did happen, I was officially in the friend zone. "I'm sorry I came over without calling or anything." Her voice, like honey brought me out of my daze. "I just, I just had to get out of my house for a little while." I didn't say anything, merely gave her a nod of my head as she came and sat next to me. I held a breath as she rests her head on my shoulder letting out a broken sigh. She did this a lot. I didn't know if she was just teasing me for the fuck of it or if this was how she genuinely was towards her friends. She was extremely confusing. Her slender hand came to rest on my knee and I bit my lip. If she knew what she was doing then she was an evil, evil woman. We've been in this position so many times before, she'd be all over me but not completely. All she ever wanted to do was snuggle with me and it was annoying as fuck. Was I seriously that friend she could just cuddle with and she wouldn't feel turned on or even awkward about it? Then it dawned on me, what if she thought I was gay? "Patrick, I should really get going." She said with sigh before standing up and looking down at me on the couch. "Thank you for being here for me, like always." There is that amazing smile. "You're such a good friend." With that she was gone. I felt the anger build up before I could control it and let out a growl. My hands balled into fists I stalked into my bedroom and slammed the door shut. Why do I let her do this to me? I turn down so many girls because of her. What if she came over, unannounced one day and saw me banging some other chick? What would her reaction be? Would she care? Probably not. Not only was I angry I was also immensely horny. Pulling my clothes off so I was just in my boxer shorts I quickly got into bed. I tried to go to sleep but all I could think of was what it'd be like to have her in this bed with me. One part of me wanted to be between her thighs, eating her sweet little pussy while the other part wanted to fuck her face brutally for being such a little cock tease. Just the thought of her mouth around my throbbing cock, her eyes streaming as I held her pretty face down and watching her gag on it made me throw the sheets off me and grab my dick and slowly jerk myself off. Pumping the hot and hard flesh with a tight grip. I pictured myself holding her silky hair in a ponytail as I pulled it, making her arch her back and stick her ass up as I pound into her dripping cunt from behind. I closed my eyes as the sounds of her screaming my name filled my ears, pulling on my dick harder and faster and before I knew it I came all over my stomach. I lay there breathless and becoming more and more sticky as I just gaze up at the ceiling. Enough is enough, I can't live like this anymore. I need to find someone else instead of pining after someone what obviously doesn't want me. I get up and go take a quick shower before calling it a night and going to bed. Amber's Point of View. I left Patrick's house and inwardly kicked myself. Damn, I was so fucking stupid! For the past 4 months we'd grown closer and closer but nothing had happened. He was a beautiful man, small but beautiful. He must be around maybe 5ft8 or something. He's taller than me but it wouldn't bother me if he wasn't. His blue grey eyes that most of the time were covered by thick rimmed black glasses always seemed to render me speechless. He was 7 years older than me, I didn't mind the small age gap though. He was only 30 and he looked amazing, he had such a cute baby face and he always looked so innocent. There was so much more that I wanted to see but couldn't because for some reason whenever I'm around him I lose all of my confidence. I'd always tell him how much of a great friend he is. I put the man in the fucking friend zone and only had myself to blame for it. Before I even walk into my house I can hear my stepdad shouting at my Mom. It was a daily occurrence but she'd never leave him, no matter how many times he drunkenly hits her. I just hope that one day she will see sense and kick his nasty drunken ass to the curb. I can't believe I'm saying this but if she killed him, I'd help her hide the body. Soon enough I hear him storm upstairs and slam his bedroom door closed. He'd be passed out soon enough and completely forget any of this ever happened. I pull off my clothes and get into bed. As soon as my head hits the pillow I'm greeted with the image of Patrick's smiling face. Although, he hasn't smiled that much lately. I fear I'm beginning to annoy him constantly showing up at his apartment. It's just that for some reason I feel like I'm drawn to him. I just can't stay away, his whole personality is addictive. He's been a rock for me the past 4 months since knowing him but I'm not sure if he's attracted to me or not. I just wish I had the guts to make a move on him but I can't bring myself to do it. I know he's not a mind reader, I just can't win. Sighing to myself I sit up and rummage around in my bedside table drawer and smile triumphantly as I spot the small but very powerful bullet vibrator. I quickly check the door is locked and turn the little gadget on. A soft moan escapes my lips as I softly brush it against my right nipple. It immediately puckers against the cold vibrating metal sending a rush of arousal throughout my body and straight to my throbbing pussy. I move to the other nipple and bite my lip at the rush coursing through me again. My hand slowly makes it way down the middle of my body to my lace covered sopping wet pulsating cunt and I lightly run the vibrator over my lips gasping at the sensations it causes me to feel. I press the vibrator against my clit through the lace and my whole body shudders. His face appears behind my closed eyelids as I move my underwear to the side. The vibrator now against my naked clit I repeatedly gasp his name over and over as I'm brought to a strong but empty orgasm. As I come back down from my high I notice a light by my thigh and my stomach lurches as I look at the screen on my cell phone and realise I've called someone, with my thigh. The call is still going on as I look down at the little timer on it. 15 minutes and counting. With a slowness that could win me a grammy I place the phone against my ear. "P-Patrick?" I whisper into the receiver. "I can explain." "Get here, now." Is all that's said before he cuts the call off. I look down at the home screen on my phone as I sit on my bed like an idiot. Get the fuck up, Amber! Shaking my head I put my clothes back on and make my way down the stairs. Ignoring my mother's questioning of where the hell I'm going at 1am, seriously, I'm 23 years old. I leave the house and make my way to the apartment complex in town. The walk was about 30 minutes long but it helped me really think about what was going to happen when I get to Patrick's. He sounded so mad on the phone. Maybe he didn't like me and he wanted to humiliate me in person. No, he isn't a total douche bag. Patrick's Point of View. I notice my phone buzzing and frown as I notice Amber is calling me. What could she possibly want at quarter to 1 in the morning? Nevertheless I answer the call but don't say anything. I immediately hear a buzzing sound which makes me wonder what the hell she's doing. The gasp and then quiet moan from her causes me to raise my eyebrows and my mouth to gape open. Surely she's called me by accident? She's never done this before. I know I should end the call but I can't. My cock begins to get hard again as her moaning becomes louder. As she gets closer and closer to her orgasm she starts chanting something, at first I couldn't make it out but then I know. My name. She's calling out my name as she fucking masturbates. Then it's over and I hear fumbling and cursing. She obviously didn't mean to call me on purpose. She speaks in to the phone and she sounds mortified. I didn't know what to do or say, my cock was once again throbbing because of her only this time I know that she actually wants me. So I do what any man would do. I tell her to get here, now. I don't bother getting dressed, not caring that my raging hard on is more than evident through my boxers. I wait for half an hour until that knock on my door sends my nerves into overdrive. Can I do this? I want her so much and she wants me, that much is very clear now. I take a deep breath as I walk to the door and open it. There she is, in the clothes she wore earlier. Her hair is windswept and her cheeks are rosy from the cold air outside. She looks at me expectantly in the door way, not coming in like she normally would. I move to the side silently to invite her in and she slowly walks past me, her healed boots clicking away on the laminate floor. My eyes instantly go to her ass, that fucking ass. She turns back around to face me chewing on her full bottom lip. My eyes slide down the short length of her body and back up to her eyes. I swing the door shut trying not to wince as it slams shut. "Take your clothes off." I say. She looks at me, her face flushing even more as she pulls her boots off. I watch her as she pulls the tight jumper off and smirk to myself as I notice that she's not wearing a bra. God, those tits are like heaven! Her hands tremble as she unbuttons those insanely tight jeans and slowly pushes them down her legs then off her feet. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her tiny white lace panties and looks at me. I give her a nod of my head and watch as she slowly pulls them off. She stands there, naked in my living room looking at anything and anywhere but at me. Her cheeks a flaming pink colour. I look down at her pussy, shaved bare and I swear my mouth literally waters. I walk over to her so we are face to face, my hand going into her silky mass of wavy hair and as I bring my lips to hers, almost kissing them I pull on her hair, yanking her head back so I have access to her beautiful throat. I lightly graze my teeth across the soft skin breathing in her intoxicating perfume and sink my teeth in. She gasps as I suck on the flesh, not caring if I leave a mark and believe me, I plan on it. I pull away and drag her over to the balcony, opening the door and shove her against the railing. Her hands grip onto the cold white metal as her skin erupts in goosebumps from the cold air. "Patrick." She moans out my name. "It's so cold." I chuckle at her and run my hand down her back to her ass and grip it, squeezing. I moan to myself at the peachy globe of flesh in my hand and then spank it, hard. She yelps out making me smile to myself and I spank that fine ass again. My hand follows the crack of her ass under and between her thighs. I'm immediately greeted with her hot, wet cunt. I rub at it softly, teasing her. Getting her back for all of those times she's teased me without even knowing it. "You're so fucking wet, Amber." I whisper in her ear. "Are you wet for me?" She nods her head and I pull her hair hard again, making her whimper and close her eyes from the pain in her scalp. "Tell me," I murmur. "Tell me you're wet for me." "I'm wet for you, Patrick." She moans out. Her eyes locking on mine. "I'm so fucking wet for you." I lose it. I pull her head towards mine and crash my lips down onto hers. Her mouth immediately opens, inviting my tongue in as they both fight for dominance. I push my tongue into her mouth more, making her suck on it. My cock throbs and I pull away, pushing her down onto her knee's. "I'll give you what you want." I say. "But first you're going to give me what I want." Her eyes, shining in the moonlight look up at me as my dick, still covered by the fabric of my boxers pokes at her face. Her fingers grab at my boxers and she pulls them down. Her eye's widening at the sight of my penis making me smirk. No one ever guesses that I'm that big and she was no exception. "Open your mouth." I mutter. My hand still in her hair pulls her head back. She opens that pretty little mouth of hers and I slide my cock inside of it. I bite my lip with a groan as her lips close around it and I let her work on it herself for a little while. Her mouth felt like warm, wet velvet wrapped around my dick. Her tongue circling around the head for a couple seconds before she started moving her head. "I'm bored now." Obviously I wasn't. "My turn." I held her head in place as I began to thrust my hips into her face. Slow at first but then gaining some momentum as I began to full on fuck her face. The sounds of her gagging on my cock as it hit the back of her throat was so erotic, it was like my ultimate fantasy come true. Her eyes began to water as she looked up at me. I pulled out for a second so she could catch her breath and then began to fuck that pretty face of hers again. Her hands gripped on my ass and squeezed it. Her eyes closed and I stopped my movements, my cock lodged deep in her throat. "Open your eyes." Her eyes slid open and began to pound away again. The slurping and gagging sounds really turning me on. As I looked down I noticed she was playing with herself, rubbing her clit relentlessly. This sent me over the edge and I came, hard into her mouth. Part of me expected her to spit it out but she didn't. She swallowed everything I had to give her and sucked the rest off my dick. She pulled away and gave me a look that I hadn't seen before. "My turn." Amber's Point of View. I stood up to face Patrick and kissed him, shoving my tongue down his throat. I hoped he could taste himself on my tongue as he sucked on it. Without breaking our kiss I walked him into the living room and pushed him down on to the couch. I climbed on top of him and crawled up his body until my pussy was above his face. I watched him as he licked his lips and wrapped his hands around my thighs pulling me down onto his awaiting mouth. The first thing I felt was his tongue plunge deep into my soaking wet hole. My hands playing with my tits, I pulled hard on my nipple as he tongue fucked my little cunt. I wanted his tongue on my clit and part of me thinks he knew that but he just kept tonguing my hole until I begged for it. "Tongue my clit, Patrick." I moaned out. "Please." He laughed to himself as his tongue found my little button and sucked it into his mouth making me moan out loud. This was so much better than my vibrator! Unbelievable, I was supposed to be the one in charge now and he was still dominating me even with his face buried in my pussy he seemed to be the one calling the shots. The suction didn't stop as his tongue joined the party and began tracing patterns over my engorged clit and I screamed out his name as I came all over his face. He didn't stop though, he just kept sucking and sucking until I thrashed violently against his face and fell across the sofa. He somehow moved out from under me and pulled me into his arms, kissing me deeply making me suck my juices off his tongue like I'd done to him. His hand went into my hair again, pulling me up so I was standing and making me follow him into his bedroom. I'd never seen his bedroom before but I didn't get a chance to take in my surroundings as he pushed me face down against the bed and pulled my ass up to him. His hands all over my skin as he muttered something about how beautiful my ass was. His finger traced along my slit, making me flinch when he touch my still sensitive clitoris. His lips placed soft kisses across my cheeks making me squirm. I yelped out loud as he sunk his teeth into the sensitive skin of my ass. "I'm gonna' eat your ass." He stated. "And you're gonna' love it." I bit my lip as his tongue pressed against my tight pink ass hole momentarily before he began circling it with that amazing tongue. Then he flicked it before pushing his tongue in as deep as he could. It felt weird as hell and at first I wasn't sure if I liked it but then his hand began to rub at my pussy, two fingers pushing inside while his other hand rubbed at my clit hard and fast. His tongue pushing in and out of my virgin ass hole while he finger fucked me and rubbed relentlessly at my clit and I felt my face begin to flush and my legs wobble. I screamed out his name so loud as I came all over his fingers I wouldn't be surprised if I woke his neighbours. "Told you that you'd love it." He said arrogantly as I laid across his bed getting my breath back. I finally turned around and sat on his bed looking at him. His expression was unreadable as he looked down at me stroking his hard cock. I wanted it inside of me so bad. "I want you." I said, looking him dead in the eyes. "I've always wanted you Patrick. I've just been too shy to say anything." "You're not so shy now are you?" He questioned. His hand still slowly jerking off his amazing dick. "You just had your tongue in my fucking ass." I said with a raised eyebrow. "I don't think I have anything to be shy about anymore." Accidents Happen "That is a very good point." He chuckled. "Now." He pushed me down onto my back. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you will be begging me to stop." I didn't say anything but there would be no way I'd be begging him to stop! I've wanted this since the first time those amazing eyes locked with mine over the bottle of Jack 4 months ago. He climbs on top of me and lifts my legs up to rest on his shoulders. His eye's bore in to mine as I feel his huge cock at my sopping entrance. Without a word he thrusts into me fully in one go making me moan out loud. He doesn't give me time to adjust to his size, he just begins pounding into my tight hole over and over again keeping that eye contact the entire time. "You're so fucking tight." He says through gritted teeth. "You taste amazing too." He carries on. "Your tits are amazing. So is your mouth." "Your cock feels so big." I moan to him. "I can't believe we didn't do this sooner." "Tell me about it." He groans out. "You have an unbelievable ass, and I will fuck it." He lets out a moan and fucks me harder, if that was possible. "Not today, but one day I'll own that amazing ass of yours. Play with your clit for me." My hand instantly goes down to my hard clit, rubbing slow circles around it teasing myself and him. He carried on pounding away telling me how beautiful I was and I couldn't hold it any longer. I began furiously rubbing at my clitoris as each compliment he pays me sends pure white hot pleasure right to my aching abused pussy and I screamed out as my eyes closed tight and my vaginal walls squeezed him. When I came down he pulled out and told me to get on all fours. Patrick's Point of View. I gave her ass a quick spank and buried myself in her tight pussy again. Seriously the tightest I've ever felt. The sight of her round ass bouncing off me as I thrust myself deep into her is something that will be etched into my memory forever. As I'm pounding into her I reach around and rub at her clit. I'm surprised she can take anymore, I've lost count of the amount of times she's gushed onto my fingers, in my mouth, on my dick. The thought alone makes my balls start to throb and I know I'm close. I pull on her hair and she arches her back, making me think of when I angrily jerked off earlier to the thought of this exact thing. I quickly pulled out and to my surprise she was on her knees, mouth around my cock sucking out the cum. I had stars in my eyes and I had to wait a couple seconds before I could look at her. All of the aggressive pent up arousal was now gone and now all I could feel for this girl was an overwhelming sense of longing as I pulled her into my arms and pressed a kiss against her forehead. 4 months of wanting this girl and it all boiled down to her accidentally calling me while she masturbated over me. The thought brought a smile to my face and I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. She looked up at me, her eyes shining with what I assume was happiness. I'd never really seen her genuinely happy before. I get into my bed and pull her closer to me before almost immediately fall asleep. Who knew she'd also cure my insomnia.