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Anthony

By: pixie_186



I stick my head into the bathroom, there he is, my Anthony.

"Hurry up, I can't wait much longer!"

"I'm coming, be patient."

I go into the bedroom and start putting on my negligee. It's sheer red with black lace trim. He'll love it. Then I finish making the bed with the new black-satin sheets I just bought. Now I hear him coming so I sit on the bed and wait. He comes into the room and almost gasps at the sight of me, this will be our first time together.

"What's wrong," I almost whisper.

"Absolutely nothing," he assures me.

"Well then, by all means, join me" I answer coyly. 

He complies almost too quickly; the bed sags under his added weight. He is always complaining about his weight, he thinks he's too chunky. I always assure him he's just the way I like him; I'm no model myself. I move closer and throw a leg over his and pull myself on top of him.

"How should we do this, fast or slow?" I ask.

"Slow," he says, his voice husky.

"That's just what I wanted to hear,"

I edge further up his body. I begin with his ears, nibbling on the lobes. I slowly lick my way around the whorls in his ears, wetting his skin. He gasps as I blow it dry. I then move on to his sensuous mouth. Our lips meet and quickly part. I'm the aggressor; I thrust my tongue against his. Mimicking what we'll be doing later.

I Move lower to the place where his neck and shoulder meet. There is a small love mark when I finish my ministrations to move lower. Next I move to his nipples, licking and nipping them. Lower yet, I kiss his stomach, then the place that has been growing because of my attentions.

He moans when I kiss his cock. I lick up and down from base to tip enjoying his musky taste. I take him into my mouth but withdraw before his release, much to his disappointment. His thighs are my next focal point. I travel the length of his leg, stopping to suck the skin behind his knee. When I reach his feet I suck his big toe, then the arch of his foot.

I begin the journey again, on the other side of his body. Touching him with my hands, then tracing their path with my tongue. He is writhing with sweet agony now; I love the control I have. His erection is huge now, larger then I have seen on a man in my life. It matches the large proportions of the rest of his body. I pause only briefly to tease him there before traveling toward his mouth.

His mouth is very sexy, full and pouty. I give extra attention to it, nibbling, licking, and savoring. Our tongues caress, as we rub our bodies together. I am getting as hot as I know he already is. As much as I regret it, he is in control now. He brakes our embrace and pushes me lower.

"Time to finish what you started."

He has entwined his fingers in my hair and is gently pushing me toward his ever-growing erection. I murmur my astonishment and can feel him shudder in response. I kiss the top of his manhood and he shudders once again. Slowly, inch by inch, I take him into my mouth until only the base is visible. I gently suck the large shaft and I can hear his moans coming closer and closer together. His release is near so I withdraw to tease him. I give him only small kisses and licks until he has calmed down a bit. 

I am enjoying the look of near pain on his face when he lowers me back down. He doesn't let me up until he is shaking in his climax. I don't leave the area though, I lick every drop of his cum off him, savoring the taste. Now I go back to his mouth intending to worship it again but he stops me.

"Not now," he whispers his voice heavy and low.

He rolls me onto my back and strips me of my panties. This is the part I've been waiting for. My anticipation is a heady thing and I feel drunk on it. I close my eyes and wait for him to bury himself in me but all I feel are his hands parting me, "down there." 

I don't know what to make of this, I am not as an experienced lover as he is. No one had done what he was doing to me now. I'm frightened and try to squirm away. He catches me by my hips and holds me in place.

"Relax, sweeting, this won't hurt a bit."

That was the understatement of the year. I became almost mindless with pleasure when his large fingers caressed me. I arched into his intimate caress. 

Then he shocked me even more by lowering his head and touched me there with his tongue. I was mindless again, bucking against his face with my hips. Wave of overpowering pleasure swept through me. I felt his fingers thrust into me but I was too gone to care. Powerful feelings knotted low in my stomach, tighter and tighter until I felt myself contract around his strong fingers. My body shattered then, and I had no control over my movement. 

Seconds later I go limp in Anthony's arms. He rubs his hands up and down my side and I found it hard to think.

"Did you enjoy that sweeting?" he murmured.

I nodded dumbly. I hadn't told him, but this was only the second time with a man. My first lover taught my more of foreplay then sex. He had only penetrated me once, and it was rough and quick. He was inexperienced, and didn't have much knowledge of pleasing a woman.

I guessed from talking with my girlfriends that what I had just experienced was an orgasm. I had no idea a woman's pleasure could be so strong. I had held the opinion that sex was mostly to please the man, where as before and after was what the woman drew pleasure from. Oh but how my sweet Anthony had proved me wrong. And he hadn't even entered me yet. 

"I..I didn't know it could be like that," I stuttered.

"I know," was all he said.

Our mouths were pressed together again. My anticipation reborn as he moved into position.

"Are you ready?" he gently asked.

"Yes," I gasped.

He entered me quickly, burying himself deep. I had murmured as he came down and he did not move inside me.

"Did I hurt you," he whispered urgently.

"No," I assured him. "Anthony, why aren't you moving, I know there's a bit more to this then what your doing."

He shuddered with silent laughter and he began to thrust into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on tight. He seemed to be falling into some sort of rhythm, three deep strokes and five shallow thrusts. The sensations were driving me mad but it wasn't enough to make me cum.

"Deeper, harder, please, let me cum!"

"Not yet, we haven't even began to play."

He kept up his rhythm, driving me insane with the pleasure. Our lips meshed perfectly, his tongue matching his thrusting. I bit a little harder on his lip and run my nails down his back in a silent plea for him to speed up. He complied

Anthony reached down to where our bodies met and fondled my sensitive clit. He withdrew his cock so only the tip remained inside me.

"Are you ready?"

It was all I could do to gasp out an affirmative. He pinched my clit hard and rammed his full length into me. I cried out and arched beneath him as I came hard. My muscles milked his length as he began pumping wildly into me. It wasn't long before he plunged deeply and I felt his cum splash my insides.

I grasped his butt and held him to me as he jerked and shot his load. Then he was heavy atop me, his fully weight pinning me to the mattress. It felt good to be covered by his body. I could feel is cock softening and then heard it slip out with an audible "pop."

Yes, I could definitely get used to this. 

Anthony



I was sleeping the other night when I woke with a strange feeling near my mouth, I looked down and saw a black body laying very close to me. His knees bent near my head then all of a sudden my head started to spin and I could feel my dick getting hard. I reached down to stroke my dick when I touched someone's head. While my hand was touching him he took more and more of my dick into his mouth. Then I felt his nose touch me smooth pubic hair. I keep it short as I have always imagined this happening but never thought it would. Then it started to bob up and down, sucking it harder and harder. He then moved his crouch closer to my head and then in the dim light I saw the head of his dick slowly moving towards my mouth. I was going to move my head away when I felt a hand behind my head keeping it still.

I was going to shout out but as I opened my mouth the head slipped in. the hand held my head still and then slight pressure as I was made to take the dick further into my mouth and finally into my throat. My head still being held still the black dick started to move in and out. The guy sucking me off was fucking my mouth. I dropped my hand onto his head and forced my dick deep into his throat and hold it there and then I did the same fro him. I closed my lips around it and sucked hard. I heard a groan from the mouth around my dick. I then bobbed my head and fucked his dick with my mouth. I didn't have to tell him what I wanted, he did the same.

At this point I felt another dick near my mouth trying to get in as well. I let the first one slip nearly out and then I had them both touching my lips. I slipped my tongue out and licked both heads at once. Making them both moan. I then felt the second guy move slightly over me and start to kiss my body. It was so sensual it nearly made me cum, but I held off. I didn't want this to stop.

Then tongue made it way down until he was sucking my length while the other guy had the head in his mouth. Two guys sucking me was shear heaven. The second guy bit my shaft and then moved away. The sharp pain was wonderful. He then moved his tongue around my waist until he was slipping between my arse cheeks. He then used both of his hands to spread my arse and with a swift movement he fucked my arse with his tongue. In and out continuously opening me up more and more. He then slipped a finger in then two and with his tongue right next to them lubricated his fingers while he finger fucked me. 

With all the sensations happening at once I started to wank one dick and suck the other then change over. All of us were groaning louder and louder. The first dick moved me onto my back and he was over me. His dick was poised over my mouth, ready to fuck my mouth. The second guy held my hands to I had no control. He then held his friends dick and wanked it hard again and then force it into my mouth. He kept just enough pressure on my mouth so the dick went deeper and deeper. He then held his dick still with his body covering my face and then he started to face fuck me. 

I then felt my a hand on my dick and then I felt my legs being lifted higher and higher. I started to feel scared as I knew he was going to fuck my arse and I couldn't do anything about it. I then felt his mouth on my arse hole licking and kissing it. Something was said which I didn't hear but the guy pushed his dick deep into my mouth and held it there. Then I felt something hard and big push against my arse. There was some pain but then my muscles relaxed and the dick enter me. He held it still for a minute and the guy fucked my mouth again, then I felt the dick enter my arse further then they got into a rhythm and fucked me together. My dick as getting bigger and harder. Then I felt a mouth suck me again. I started to fuck his mouth, suck his dick and feel a dick in my arse. Sheer heaven.

This went on for ages. When they said they were going to come one guy pinched my nipples and then twist them, we all cum together. They pulled out of me licked the cum from my mouth and the cum seeping out of my arse.

I feel into a light sleep when I was woken again with someone sucking me. I again saw a black dick by my face this time it was different one. Then the other was by my mouth as well it was the same as the fist one to fuck me. It all started again.

The first guy came to me again as I heard him I got up on my knees felt for his dick and sucked him in, after a while I let it slip out turn around and offering him my arse. I reached behind and held my cheeks apart ready for him to enter me. He fucked me again.

Later we feel asleep in each other's arms. Waking together. I asked him his name and he said Anthony. I had seen him before and he had been to my flat. I knew then he liked guys, on each occasion when I had seen him I let him get a look at my dick knowing he was looking. I was very bad, sitting with my legs under me so my legs were apart so he could see all. Often after he had gone I would take my wife into the bedroom and fuck her hard thinking of his dick in my mouth. I would call he a slut and slap her arse while fucking her. I would fuck her hard and fast so she was sore afterwards, just the way I wanted to feel. At one time after seeing Anthony I fucked her arse thinking about having the same done to me but I wanted to have a dick in my mouth as well.

Of course to humiliate her I made her suck me clean after fucking her cunt and arse. Now I want to try dick. I have held some and they feel good but I want more and a black one as well.

I hope you are hard now.

Kisses 

Keith

By he way I have often wondered what it would be like to have your friends touch me as you suck me. I can still remember them. I'm sure one realised I liked you as he would always smile at me when I was sitting show myself off. He got hard one day. Then when he shook hands to leave it was long handshake.



Anthony



Life in Southern California had been pretty good. Alexandra had moved in to a house with her best friend, Serena, and the two of them had managed to make a few friends along the way. Two of their closest friends, Trevor and Anthony, lived about 20 minutes from them in Huntington Beach.

The two men had both reached financial success, and had purchased a nice, rather large beach house where they planned to live quite happily, spending most of their free time at the beach.

Trevor had been dating Serena for about a year, and it seemed that eventually the two would finally marry. Alexandra (Alex to her friends) on the other hand, was convinced she would end up single and never find the perfect mate. Anthony had similar views, but never expressed them. He did date, but none of his girlfriends seemed to be the one he would give up his bachelorhood for.

The neighborhood where Alex and Serena lived was usually a nice one, but lately there had been a few robberies in the area. Serena had been out of town visiting family the last couple days, so Alex was in the house alone, and felt rather uneasy about it. She didn't like to think about what could happen, since it always made her edgy. Just about the time she had convinced herself that she was doomed to be robbed, the telephone rang. It was Trevor. He wanted to know if Serena was back yet. Alex explained that she wasn't. 

Trevor could sense something was wrong. "You okay?"

"Well, not really." Alex explained the situation to him.

"Why don't you stay over here for a few days?" he asked. "You can stay in Anthony's room. He will be out of town for about another week, and I know he won't mind."

After offering to sleep on the couch, which was promptly shot down as an idea, she accepted the offer. Trevor reminded her that Serena had a key to the place and usually left it home when she traveled, so Alex could come on over any time she wanted to. Trevor had to work tonight, but she was still more than welcome to come on by and make herself at home.

It didn't take Alex long to throw some clothes into a bag and take off. The sooner she got out of the area, the happier she would be. She made the drive in almost record time, since the traffic was very light. 

Later that evening, Alex felt quite at home, watching a movie before heading off to bed. She reached into her bag to find her nightshirt and realized she'd forgotten to pack one. Maybe she could find something in Anthony's room. 

She walked into his bedroom with her bag in hand and paused to take it all in. He had a large king sized bed with mosquito netting draped over it. The frame was a dark oak, which Alex though was very masculine, very Anthony. There were nightstands on either side of the massive bed, which were also made of the same dark oak, as were his dressers. He had a very large walk-in closet which housed a variety of expensive suits as well as his favorite old jeans. He had to have everything in its proper place, it seemed. He was very neat. He also had a large bathroom with a sunken tub, and the counters were all tile. Alex laughed to herself, thinking that his bedroom was bigger than any apartment she could afford alone. Along the wall overlooking the beach were large windows and a set of French doors, which led to a private veranda. Along the side of the veranda was a set of stairs that led to the beach below. He was just steps from the surf!

She knew Anthony liked to sleep with the doors open, to let in the cool ocean breeze, which explained to her the need for the netting. 

Alex sighed as she returned inside to try to find a shirt she could sleep in. Anthony was nearly a foot taller than her, so she knew she'd have no trouble finding one that would be long enough for her. From the closet she took out a large white cotton button-style shirt. She undressed and slipped the cool fabric over her naked body. The shirt was so soft, she mused. 

She left one of the French doors open, and closed the door to the hallway before climbing into the soft bed. She closed the netting around the bed and turned off the lamp. The comforter was made of down, and his pillows the softest feather. She could even smell his cologne on the pillow. Never before had she realized how good he really did smell. He had always just been "one of the guys" to her. He was someone to attend movies with. She had never really considered him in a romantic way before now. She contemplated his exotic good looks. He was very handsome. He had long, dark, wavy hair that he let flow around his shoulders and face. His eyes were like chocolate brown that you could melt into. His olive skin was beautiful, without a blemish to be found. He had a bright smile, a perfect smile. 

Alex began thinking more and more about him. Maybe she did really like him, but had just not realized it before. She thought about the soft accent that went with the perfect timbre of his voice. It was a good thing that Trevor didn't know what she was thinking! He would run right out and tell Anthony. Trevor never did believe in being discreet about anything, and would have relished the chance to play matchmaker with his best friend and his girlfriend's best friend! 

Alex tried to think of something else, because she remembered that Anthony had a girlfriend, Claire. They hadn't been dating long, and Anthony had seemed miserable ever since the two had paired up. Maybe he'd realize that she wasn't right for him and break it off. She wondered what he was doing at that exact moment, and then drifted off into sleep.

The sound of the front door opening, and then closing was a normal occurrence at the beach house. It seemed as if someone was always coming or going. Alex stirred in her sleep at the sound, but remembered that Trevor would be coming home from work, so she didn't think anything about it, and drifted back to sleep.

The sound of footsteps seemed to be getting closer to her. She knew that Trevor's room was on the opposite end of the house and wondered who would be heading her way at this hour. Maybe it was just Trevor coming to check on her. That had to be it. 

Meanwhile, Anthony had returned. He had made his way through the house checking to see that everything was in order. When he was satisfied that everything was okay, he took his luggage and make his way up the stairs to his room. If it weren't for the luggage, he could have come in his normal way, up the beach stairs. He enjoyed stopping and looking at the ocean before going in the house, so he normally went in that way. 

He set his suitcase down long enough to open the door to his room, then picked it up again and walked inside. He placed both pieces of luggage on the floor just inside his room and looked around. The room was dark, the only light coming in from the hallway. Everything seemed fine. His room looked as it did when he left one week ago. Except for one little thing. He noticed clothes were lying over the back of his chair in the corner of his room near the bed. 

He knew he had left the room in perfect order, and wondered who's they were. He walked over to them and noticed they were women's clothes. Again he looked around the room. He walked over to the bed and very quietly pulled open the netting. He paused when he saw that Alex was in his bed. Of all the people in the world, it had to be HER. His good friend and long time social companion, and the girl he figured he really wanted to be with.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, being careful not to disturb her. He had wanted so many times to ask her for a real date, but he just knew she would laugh. Accept a date with her friend? He must be mad. But there she was, in HIS bed, and, he paused. She was wearing his shirt. He let his hand trail over the outside of the blankets. How far did he dare to go? How would she react if he woke her up? He smiled as he ran his hand softly over her hair.

He reached down and took hold of her hand, ever so gently and raised it to his lips. Softly he kissed the back of her hand, and then the palm. His goatee tickled her wrist just enough to cause her to stir. He stopped, afraid of how she was going to react.

"Anthony?" she said sleepily, "you're home..."

He smiled at her warmly. "Yes."

"But Trevor said" she began, but her words were cut off by his own,

"Never mind about Trevor", he said softly. She smiled, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

He grinned at her. "It's okay, though. I don't mind. Not one bit." He had decided that since she didn't freak out on him that he had a pretty good chance of going farther. "I see you like my shirt."

And you, she thought. "Huh?" she stammered, "uh, yes, um, I um..."

"It's okay," he said softly as he leaned closer to her, "really. It looks good on you."

"I'm…I guess Anthony, I owe you an explanation…you see" she said nervously. "Trevor said I could crash here for a few days, and well…"

"Shhhh…it's okay," he said in a soft, soothing tone. "I am glad to see you here sleeping in my bed…with that shirt."

"Anthony…I…I will get dressed and get out in a second." She said awkwardly as she tried to sit up a bit.

"No, you don't have to." He smiled. "What makes you think I want you to leave?"

"It's okay, really." Alex ran her fingers through her tousled hair.

"Are you doing well?" he asked. "I have missed you, you know."

"Yes, well, not so well." Alex sighed. "Serena's gone and there's been burglaries, and I was kind of afraid."

"I am sorry to hear that", he said as he reached out to caress her hair. "I am not doing so well, either. I broke up with my girlfriend. You know, Claire? She decided that she would rather have someone more like her, or at least that's what she said. I found out she was cheating on me."

"Oh, Anthony, I'm sorry" Alex said, trying to be sympathetic. Inside she was elated. This gave her the chills all over, especially after how she had been thinking of him earlier. She knew Claire was a bitch, and now it had been confirmed.

"You know, Alex, I've been thinking…" he began.

"About what?" she asked curiously.

"I don't know how much Trevor has told you." He paused.

"What do you mean?" she was almost holding her breath, hoping he'd say what she was longing to hear, but at the same time afraid that she would always be "one of the guys".

"Well, you know…actually Trevor decided to work tonight." Anthony was talking his time with his words, almost as if he were nervous. "It was his decision. He knew I was coming home. I had planned on returning a day earlier, but was held up by the weather at the airport."

"But he told me you were going to be gone another week…" Alex's voice drifted off. It was then she realized that Trevor had known all along that Anthony was coming home, and that he would find her in his bed. She would have to be sure to let him know that he was caught playing matchmaker.

"I know he did." Anthony continued. "I told him on the phone that it was over between Claire and I when I first left. He said he would schedule himself to work so I could have the house to myself."

"So Trevor lied to me." Alex said quietly. She felt like she wanted to cry.

"But to see you here," he continued, "It is a total surprise. But I am glad that it happened. It is a beautiful night."

"Yes," she agreed, "It is beautiful."

By now, Anthony had taken off his shoes and jacket, and had sat down on the bed, just a short distance from Alex. "You look beautiful Alex," he smiled at her, laughing just a bit. "You have sleepy eyes."

"I know", she said blushing "I was really tired."

Alex dared to reach over and take a little wicked curl from his forehead. He liked that…it was the first time she had really touched him. He caught her hand, while it was still upon his face and let it run to his lips. They exchanged glances, both saying so much with their eyes.

Maybe it was the night breeze, but Alex started shivering, and he saw that. "Are you cold?" he reached down and pulled the blanket up over her. "Cover up with the quilt." And then he moved closer to her, about an inch from her body.

Alex reached her hand to touch him. He was very warm. She let her fingers run down his neck. He had a beautiful neck. She could feel his Adam's apple. She let her hand slide down to the hollow of his throat and then leaned over to place a very soft kiss right between his neck and chest, right by his shoulder blade. Her lips burned. His skin was very warm.

"What are you doing, Alex?" Anthony said between ragged breaths. He was very excited. Alex had just turned him on for sure. He knew that this was to be a magical night for them both, and also that she wanted him. 

Her tongue tasted his skin and he sighed. He kissed her forehead as he ran his fingers through her hair. His lips parted. He wanted more and more. 

She kissed the hollow of his neck very softly, very candidly. Just little kisses that made him swallow very hard. Alex loved his neck…how the muscles got so tense when she kissed him. He closed his eyes, trying to breathe through the pleasure. Her hand slipped around his collar to caress him. The back of his neck was very wet. He was starting to sweat, his hair starting to dampen from the moisture.

As she dared to kiss him again and again, she began to lick him, breathing his name softly, "Anthony, oh God Anthony…"

He was almost afraid to touch her. He was afraid if he did, he wouldn't be able to control his urges. Her tongue ran freely around his neck, kissing him and licking and nibbling. He began to moan. He was begging her for more, without words, as he tilted his head, inviting her closer.

"My God… Anthony." She sighed.

Anthony could not wait. He dared to go farther. He reached out to touch her. First he ran his hand around her hips, down her legs. He was feeling her skin as his hands roamed up and under the shirt. And then he noticed that she was not wearing anything underneath. Alex was naked, wearing nothing but the flimsy shirt of his. Naked solely because of the way he looked at her. "Alex, my god, oh god Alex" he breathed. She let his hands explore her body. There were no questions, no doubts, or hesitations. The only sounds was that of his hands going under the sheets to find her toes, and then the sound of his hand running up her thigh. The warmth from his long, elegant hands were burning trails up her legs as he touched her. 

Alex closed her eyes as she felt his hands barely touching her buttocks. He moaned softly as he ran his hands over her body. She welcomed his touch. Alex reached out to undo the buttons on his shirt one by one. She unbuttoned them so calmly. It seemed as if it would take a hundred years to get them all opened, but it didn't matter. 

Anthony's hands were running gently up and down her spine, sending wild tingling sensations shooting throughout her body. He touched her shoulders and then went back down her spine, taking in everything about her. His shirt was opened, revealing a beautiful hairless chest to her. 

The only illumination in the room was the light from the moon, nothing else. Anthony got up to close the door, and locked it. Trevor was not going to come home and spoil this for him. Quickly he returned to the bed.

Anthony laid Alex back on the bed. She got close to him and touched his body with her lips. She kissed him lightly, just barely, yet enough to tease him, to feel his naked skin against her cheek. Her eyes were closed. Her face was damp with his sweat. It was delicious.

Once more he touched her underneath the shirt. His hands rested between her breasts and he smiled. "You have beautiful breasts, Alex. I have always liked them. With you, sometimes I feel like I will lose my mind." Very slowly, Alex guided his hand to her breast, to her nipple, and she moaned softly.

Just the touch of his hand upon her made her nipples instantly hard. How she wanted this man. She welcomed his touch and placed her hand over his, then guided his had to her other breast. Alex could feel the hot breath of Anthony on her neck as he nuzzled in closer to her. 

With his free hand, he was touching himself. He was unbuttoning his pants, and he dared to touch himself in front of her. He couldn't help it. That excited Alex beyond compare. No man had ever been confident enough in his manhood to do that in front of her. She loved it. She watched him for a few moments, and then very tenderly placed her hand inside his soft linen boxers and replaced his hand with her own.

Alex closed her eyes. All she could feel was the hardness of his sex as it swelled in her hand. His skin was so soft to her touch. He grew so hard it was almost unbearable. She kept a steady rhythm with her hands as he moaned with pleasure. "Yes… Alex… yes."

Suddenly he grabbed her wrist and stopped her. "Please…Alex, I don't think I will be able to control myself." He said through ragged breaths. "I want to make it special for you…"

She stopped and smiled at him. He was looking at her so intensely she thought she might come right then and there. No man had ever given her that look before, one of total and complete passion. 

He paused for a moment. What would he do next? He let his fingers run down through her hair. By now, she was sweating, too. He got closer to her, so close his breath was soft music to her ears. She did not dare to close her eyes and neither did Anthony. 

They were both breathing heavily. Anthony could wait no longer. He had to kiss her. He kissed her with such deep passion and fury he was like a madman possessed. She responded to his passion drop by drop. She opened her mouth to accept his tongue as he assaulted her senses with his lust. He kissed her, and licked her tongue. He liked the taste of her. Alex had her hands all over his face, while his hands were all over her body, making a wrinkled mess out of his shirt. 

That one kiss felt like the creation of the world to them. "God, Anthony", she sighed, breathless.

Anthony knew there was no turning back now. He had to possess this woman. He reached down and ripped the shirt off of her. He tore at the cloth as if it were is worst enemy. Only shredded remains were left by the time he was done. Alex didn't mind it one bit. She liked him when he was savage like that. It was very erotic to see him that turned on. 

He kissed her again with a renewed sense of urgency, as if he could never get enough of her. He stopped then just to look at her, to contemplate her nakedness. He smiled as he lowered his head and took one of her swollen breasts in his mouth as he licked at her hardened nipple. He suckled it as his hand caressed the other breast. He went back and forth between the nipples, paying close attention to each. He nibbled around her breasts very gently as his hands burned a trail down to her very core.

Anthony began to blaze a trail of kisses down her stomach to her most sensitive area. He paused and smiled as he looked at her cleanly shaven cunt. "You look like a little girl" he whispered as he caressed the softness of her skin, around her lips, as he spread them very carefully with his fingers. He played with them ever so gently, making Alex moan with delight.

She was already very wet, very much ready to accept him. He let his fingers slide into the wetness of her, his fingers playing with her clit. She laid on the bed writhing under his touch, crying out his name. "Anthony! Oh, yes! Anthony!" Alex spread her legs wider for him, so he could get in even closer to her. She thought she would burst from the pleasure he was giving her. 

Smiling, he stopped only long enough to remove his pants. Alex watched him as he undressed, her hand caressing herself where his fingers had just been. His dick was so hard it looked like it would rip his underwear apart. He was huge. She reached out to touch him and remove his underwear. He covered her hands with his, his long beautiful fingers touching her lightly as she wrapped her hand around his hardness. 




Anthony



Alex leaned forward and kissed him through the thin cloth. He smiled as he climbed back onto the bed and revealed his incredible and absolute nakedness lying next to her. "Alex, please go down on me," he begged.

She smiled as she rolled over and took hold of his cock in her hands. She took him in her mouth, first just the tip. She licked a little drop of come from the tip. He inhaled sharply. Slowly she wrapped her lips around him, taking him further and further in her mouth. He grabbed hold of the back of her head as she began sliding up and down the length of the shaft, teasing his dick with her tongue. She went slowly at first, and then faster. She took hold of his balls in her hands and then gently kissed them, licking at them, caressing them. She returned to his manhood, and began running her tongue around the tip while she used her hands to keep the rhythm with his shaft. She had to have him. She took the length of him in her mouth, feeling the tip of his hardness in the back of her throat. She wanted to swallow him whole. Harder and harder she sucked. Anthony was moaning, begging for mercy, but at the same time, wanting more. He loved the way she sucked him. It was perfect.

Alex let go and began kissing a trail up his stomach. She could feel his hardness against her breasts, and then her stomach as she worked her way up higher and higher. She hurried to kiss him again, to taste his mouth once more…that glorious mouth repeating her name.

Anthony held her very close to his body, covering hers with a very sweet embrace, while he placed her body parallel to his, barely touching each other. Her toes ran up the length of his legs until they touched his buttocks. The tingling of the hair on his legs sent shivers down her spine as she lavished in the beauty of him.

He held her leg up like that, spreading them wider apart as he lowered himself down between her legs. He let his tongue tease at her clit again, tasting her wetness. He laid her on to her back, holding her down to the bed as he tasted more of her. He rubbed his fingers against her lips as she kissed them softly. Alex let his hand run down her body, over her breasts as he fondled her nipples once more, then lower his hand went. She closed her eyes so she could better enjoy the sensations he was bestowing upon her body.

He stopped to enjoy your womanhood, looking at how smooth she was. He touched her like silk, barely moving his fingers. God, she was so wet. His fingers slid easily around her clit. He rubbed it with a brief intensity that made her cry out in absolute rapture.

Slowly, he leaned down and let his tongue slid over her. He tasted her with a quick flick of his tongue, sending waves of pleasure over her. He liked the flavor of her. He enjoyed it. His tongue moved very slowly as he licked little circles around her lips.

Alex was moaning freely now, moans that came from her very soul. He kept exploring her, making her beg for more. And he gave more. He alternated his tongue with his fingers, driving her to the very edge of climax. But Anthony knew where and how to stop…

He spread her legs wider as he positioned himself right between her thighs. He was resting his head upon her thigh. His curls tickled her, maybe even worse than his fingers had done. Then, he carefully parted her lips and let his tongue slide inside her, licking her very gently, tasting her wetness. He touched her clit with his finger as he massaged her. Alex couldn't help it. She came for him. He smiled to himself as her juices flowed over his tongue like honey. He savored the taste. He dared to slide his tongue in farther, and letting her feel him even more. Again she came. Harder and harder she came for him. He licked at her juices. Still he rubbed her clit. She was wracked with pleasure like she had never felt before. She was writhing against his touch, screaming out his name over and over again. 

It only excited him more. He licked and sucked as she came again and again for him, to him, on him. Alex had grabbed on to his hair as she clung to him, drawing him closer to her. She was convulsing from the endless pleasure. She thought she was about to lose her mind when suddenly he was back face to face with her and kissed her. He let his tongue slide into her mouth. "I want you to see how you taste…" he breathed, letting her lick her own juices from his tongue. 

Alex took his face in her hands as she kissed him harder. She kissed him with all she had.

Anthony leaned down and began sucking her nipples again as Alex repeated his name over and over as she cried out a bit. He took hold of Alex by the waist and urged her to get on top of him. He caressed her body with no cares as to where his hands were going. She let him explore, she guided him. 

Alex positioned herself so the tip of his hardness brushed her clit. It drove her almost insane, but she wanted him to lose his mind right along with her. She rubbed herself against him.

"Oh, god, Alex," he moaned, "Please…please fuck me."

"Is that what you want?" she asked, almost bursting from want, "You don't like this?"

"Alex, god, please…" he begged. "Fuck me."

She was so wet that her juices were dripping onto his cock and running down the hard shaft. She reached down and took hold of him and began to rub him, up and down, up and down. He was swearing, crying, begging. "Alex, god, please don't torture me any more. Please fuck me. Fuck me baby, please."

Alex leaned down to give him a light kiss and nipped at his lower lip. "Okay. I'll give you what you want, Anthony." She kissed him deeper and the leaned back and let the length of him slide into her wetness. She slid over him very easily. He had made sure she was very wet, and very, very ready.

She took the length of him inside her as he cried out with pleasure. His hips began to move very gently at first, but then he moved faster. He grabbed her breasts and played with her hard nipples while she rode him. He thought he was going to burst.

Before he completely lost his mind, he rolled on top of her. They were now making love face to face, both bodies covered in sweat and lust. He kissed her as he impaled her with himself. He began repeating her name like a prayer. "Alexandra, my Alexandra…" His hair was completely saturated with the sweat of his body and of hers.

"God, Anthony," she breathed, "you are so beautiful. I want you so much."

"I do too, Alex. I do too." He spoke as if it were a confession of the soul. They rested for a minute, but he remained inside her as they tried to catch their breath. "I love you, Alex", he whispered almost so softly as not to be heard.

"God, Anthony, I love you too," she said as her heart flowed. She thought she would cry. "I feel I have waited all my life to her those words, and I'm very happy to hear them from you, tonight."

He reached down to seize her, to get her closer to him as she felt him go deeper inside. "Want more, Alex?" he said thrusting in her with a renewed energy. 

It caught her off guard, and she cried out with pleasure. "Yes, Anthony, fuck… yes. Please fuck me Anthony, please. I want you deep in me. Please, oh please…" 

He kissed her once more as he began to move his hips, his eyes meeting hers, locking loving gazes together. Her nails were scratching his back, but the waves of pleasure he felt obscured any pain he may have noticed. He was thrusting inside her so fast she was losing control.

Anthony held her very close. Alex wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around her neck. They met thrust for thrust. "Anthony, please come in me, please come." She begged.

"As you wish, milady," he laughed wickedly as he thrust harder and faster than before. She had taken him inside her to the hilt. He cherished her warm passage as he gave her all of him. He felt her muscles contract against him as she came. That sent him over the edge. He released with such urgency, he cried out. Every muscle in his body tensed as his release came. They cried out together over the sheer pleasure that was washing over their bodies.

He stayed inside her as his head rested on her shoulder. "I love you Anthony", she whispered.

"I love you, too, my Alex." He smiled. Anthony thought about how devious Trevor had been about the set-up, and thought to himself that he would have to remember to thank his best friend for the best gift in the world.

For a moment, there was silence in the room. The only sounds were the crashing waves against the beach below. Their two bodies were totally spent and content, each trying to catch their breath. Anthony cuddled her in his arms and covered them both with the blanket. She drifted off into sleep as he gazed out the window. The stars were fading, and morning had broken. That would be the best sunrise Alex ever missed. 

He held her close to him and waited with her until dawn came, and promised her that he would be there in her arms to watch the breaking of all the mornings of the world.

THE END



Anthony



I had always had a little crush on my brothers friend Anthony. He was a little older than me, only a few years and I had just turned 18. If you could see him you would understand why, he was freaking gorgeous! His dark brown hair was always styled in the same way. He wore these skinny jeans and any t shirt with some kind of crazy desighn on them. His eyes were a deep brown that made me melt inside whenever he looked at me. He had no idea what he did to me so easily. I guess it was a good thing that he was oblivious to my feelings for him. Especially my brother he would kill me. His friends were strictly off limits. 

My name is Sapphire Black. I know what you're thinking, with a name like that my parents must have been some kind of goth rockers and you would be right. Everyone loved how cool my parents were. People were envious of how good me and my brother had it. We were pretty much allowed to party and have all the fun we wanted. My brother, Derek did but I didn't. I was the good well behaved one. I stayed in and studied when all the parties went on and when we had a party I was in my room with the door locked. I just wasn't into that. 

I had long light brown hair that rested just above my breasts. My lightly tanned and big blue eyes that I got from my mother. I wore skinny jeans and vests pretty much all the time. No short skirts and halter tops for me. When it came to make up I wore a little mascara and that was all I needed. My mother always said she was jealous of how good my skin was. She always told me I was naturally beautiful. Apparently this was true because I always got asked out on a regular basis but I always turned them down. The only guy I liked was Anthony. 

"He's here for the whole weekend." I whispered to my best friend Jannet down the phone.

"They are back from college then, I take it?" She asked.

"Yep, you should see him Jan, he looks better than before he left!" I sighed flopping down on my bed.

"Why don't you make a move?" She asked causing me to laugh quietly.

"Many reasons Jan, Derek would kill me and why would a guy like him be interested in me?" I asked.

"Sapphie you need to love yourself more, you are beautiful." She said. I rolled my eyes.

"Am not," I said with a chuckle.

"Whatever girl, I gotta go anyway I'll see you soon yeah?" 

"Of course bye." 

I put my phone on the bed side table and sighed to myself. Why couldn't I just date and like many boys, not one that I wouldn't have a chance with even if the world was ending? Life is so complicated. I stood and walked to my ensuit bathroom and decided to take a bubble bath. I stripped myself of my clothes and ran the water pouring in the strawberry scented liquid watching it as it transformed into millions of frothy white bubbles. I stepped into the hot water and laid down sighing in content as and felt a little better already. 

I looked up at the ceiling and closed my eyes. My left hand stroking my flat stomach lightly and before I knew it my thoughts drifted to Anthony and what he would look like without his clothes on. He was toned I could tell that from his arms. My hand wondered lower to my aching pussy and lightly my fingertips caressed my folds. I sought out my throbbing clit and rubbed lightly increasing the pressure as my thoughts became more and more x rated. The feeling in my stomach became stronger and I knew I was close, if I stopped now I would be crazy. Now I was frantically rubbing the swollen nub and my legs were shaking. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out his name as I climaxed. 

Another unforfilling self given orgasm. I had been doing that a lot lately. I masturbated far too much for the average girl. If anyone knew about my array of sex toys I would quite possibly die! I had taken my own virginity with a large flesh coloured rubber dick a few months ago and quite regularly I found myself riding that thick prosphetic cock like my life depended on it. 

I dressed in a pair of shorts and a small vest that left little to the imagination. I would only be sleeping it in so no one would see anyway. I climbed into bed and didn't bother looking at the time before I slowly fell asleep. When I awoke it was still dark in my room. My clock read 3:30am glowing at me. I tried to get back to sleep but I knew I couldn't without a drink of water. I climed out of bed and quickly made my way downstairs. Anthony was fast asleep on the couch and I managed to sneak past him. I grabbed myself a bottle of water from the fridge and when I closed the door Anthony was stood there. 

"Shit!" I gasped dropping the bottle onto the floor.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He whispered. "You kind of woke me up, what time is it?"

"About 3:30," I whispered back to him as I bent down to pick up my bottle.

I went back up to bed and got under the covers before a light knocking on the door and then the door opening caused me to look up. I turned on the small lamp next to me and looked at Anthony who was stood at my closed my door looking at me. He was only in his boxers and a t shirt. 

"What's wrong?" I asked my voice low.

"I can't sleep." He said still looking at me. 

"Why not?" I asked, "Sorry I woke you up." 

"That's not why I can't sleep sleep," He said turning his hips slightly to show the large bulge in his boxers.

"Wow," I found myself whispering as he smiled, locked the door and walk over to me.

Any attempts to not do anything with him went out the window. He didn't know about my amazingly high sex drive. Once I was turned on I had to cum or I would be in a constant state of arousal until I did. I moved over so he could get into the bed next to me. We just sat there and looked at each other neither of us knowing how to make the first move, so I did by pulling off his t shirt and throwing it onto the floor. I was beyond impressed. A light six pack graced his body and I found myself touching his abs with my right hand and his pecks with the left.

"Sapphire I had wanted you for fucking years." He whispered taking my face into his hands.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted to hear you say that." I smiled as he closed the gap between us.

His lips lightly pressed against mine and almost immediately I opened my mouth, his tongue snaking in and finding mine to rub against. He was an amazing kisser, so soft and sensual. His hands grabbed onto my waist pulling me closer to him as the kiss became more rough and we became breathless. My hand reached into his boxers and grabbed onto his thick 9" cock and started to stroke it. He quickly pulled off his boxers not breaking the kiss. Then suddenly he did.

"Why am I naked and you're not?" He asked with a small smirk.

I smiled and pulled the small vest off then started on the shorts but he stopped me. He made me lay down and slowly pulled them off to reveal my shaved tight pussy. He kissed my stomach and spread my legs so he could kneel in between them and worked the kisses down until I felt his tongue lick the entire length of my pussy from bottom to top. He did that a few time and then with his figures he parted my folds and found my once again swollen aching clit. His tongue circled it but not touching. It was driving me crazy. My hand tangled in his hair and the other pinched at my nipple. Suddenly he sucked the bud into his mouth and I felt myself orgasm, hard. I pulled a pillow over my face to muffle the screams. 

He crawled back up my body and claimed my mouth, I could taste myself on him. I tasted pretty good! His tongue dancing with mine and I felt him at my enterance. My legs wrapped around his waist as I felt him slide inside slowly. I moaned into his mouth as he groaned at my tightness and began to thrust, slowly but I wanted it hard and fast. With all my strength and flipped him over, still inside me and started to ride him like I did with my dildo. My hands on his chest and I rocked my hips as fast I could.  

"Bend over," He groaned breathlessly and I did as he asked.

On all fours I felt his hands and my back side, rubbing it and squeezing. I could tell he wanted to spank me but the sound could wake someone. I felt his tongue licking my cheeks and them it entered my small ass hole for a moment before he slid his cock back into my pussy. His hands on my ass as he pounded into me so hard it knock the breath from my lungs. He had to put his hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming as I came again.

"Oh fuck, Sapphie I'm so fucking close!" He went faster. "Shit, I'm gonna cum!"

I quickly pulled away and turned around wrapping my lips arounds his cock and deep throated him as he spilled his seed down my throat. I swallowed every last drop the pulled away smiling at him. He pulled me into his arms and held onto me as he got his breath back. When he pulled away and pulled his clothes on he pulled me into a deep kiss.

"That was amazing." I whispered against his mouth.

"I know," He smiled. "Same time tomorrow?"

"You fucking know it." 



Anthony



THIS STORY TAKES PLACE BEFORE MICHAEL AND BILL

Anthony.

After spending the morning looking for a new place to live (See Betsy and Lisa, coming soon), and calling friends for leads on roommate situations, I needed to get to work, but got to the mall earlier than my scheduled shift. 

I figured I might as well go shopping for a new leather jacket (perhaps I am gay? I am using woman logic...) and went to the leather goods store in the mall. I started looking at various jackets when the manager came over to assist. Anthony. 

I was instantly enthralled with his grey eyes. He was about 6' with wavy brown hair, just slight flecks of gray, slender, and was very handsome. But I never saw a pair of eyes that drew me in like that. He asked if he could help try various jackets on, I told him what I was looking for and we went from there. 

After trying several on, we agreed on the one that I thought looked best on me. And then he measured me to get it ordered. Being 6'6", I don't buy off the rack, for most things.

As he got out his tape and measured my chest and arms, I was tingly and goose pimply as he moved around. It was a brief encounter, but it stirred my insides and even my cock, just a little. I didn't totally bulge, and I am sure he couldn't notice, even in my 501's but i was a little flush. I paid my deposit, and he told me when it would be in. We smiled at each other and I left, already calculating the hours till I got to return and have him help me into my new coat.

The day arrived that I could pick up my coat, but I needed to make sure Anthony was in, so I called the store, and sure enough. I went by the mall early, before work and went in. I was the only one in the store, and he smiled big and said hi, went back in the back and came out with my coat. As I stood in front of the mirror, he brought out the coat, helped me into it, and smiled at my reflection in the mirror and said it looked good on me, as we thought it might. 

I smiled back and said it was his eye for picking out the perfect jacket. I started to tingle again, and then it dawned on me, I planned poorly. I had to get to work, and I would not have an excuse to come back to the store and see him again. 

Here is where not being open about these sort of things makes it difficult how to ask a guy out. I was not sure how to tell if someone REALLY is gay or not, I was stymied what to do next. But my time with Anthony was going to end and I didn't get to do anything with him. As he was telling me about rain, cleaning etc. for my new coat, he said I could bring it back any time and they would spruce it up no charge.

He said he wouldn't be there any more, as he was moving to the capital that weekend and it was his last week.

My heart sank. This was it, now or never, but the courage wasn't there. I was willing to be picked up by a guy, let him make the first move, but too scared to ask first. It just wasn't in me. 

Then he said, "I'd love to show you my new place if you are ever in town.". Why, don't mind if I do. I replied I'd love to trek over, he gave me his new address and number and I told him I would call him later that weekend. From the bottom of the barrel to cloud nine, in 5 seconds flat. 

The rest of the day, I thought of nothing else then the perfect time to call without seeming too desperate or needy. Girl logic again. I finally called that Sunday after a busy weekend of work and studies and going out with co-workers and such. It was always on the back of my mind to call, but I was never near a phone (this was way before cell phones). I chatted him up and we talked about me coming over the following Saturday. I agreed and set my work schedule up so it could happen.

The whole week was agony. I was trying to figure out what was going to happen, was this a date, was I just going over to see his new apartment and then leave. I didn't know what was in store, and the days dragged on and on. I concentrated on nothing. I should not have bothered going to class that week, nothing sunk in. My mind was on seeing him again. Nights were anxiety and horniness, and sometimes at the same time. 

I would start to imagine how he would start things, or how i would start things, and then i started stroking myself. Then, just as abruptly, my mind would take it t where it was all a misunderstanding and he was not gay or something. 

I was frustrated and nervous. But why? But why? I asked my self. It was not like I was gay and this was going to be my boyfriend. 

Saturday finally arrived, I went to work that morning and the clock moved backwards. My shift ended, I grabbed my tips, went home, shit, showered and shaved, put on my nicer clothes and my new jacket and drove over. I went over the conversation I would have, trying out different witty lines in my head. I am sure I was speeding but didn't notice. 

I finally got to the address and parked the car. And there i sat, in his parking lot to his building. 

Waiting. For the answer to come. 

What. Was. I. Doing. Here. 

I pulled in a deep breath and opened the door, went up to the third floor, and knocked. My stomach was a huge knot and I was shaking. 

He opened the door, and had a huge smile going. I melted a little, and got all tingly again. It was nice to see his face. He led me in and we chatted and he showed me around. It was much nicer than my dump, but my cash was going to school not to nice furniture. 

I guessed him to be about 30 with the gray, but he was so handsome and confident. After the tour we sat down and he poured some wine. I never touch the stuff, but made an exception this time. We sat on the couch and drank, and he asked me my bio and I asked him his, we had dissimilar backgrounds, so it made for interesting conversation. The wine was starting to kick in, and I was just looking at him intently. 

He got to a break in the question and answer portion, and he asked what were going to do for the evening, and started rattling off some options, dinner, movie, new gay bar he found, and then, I just leaned in and kissed him. Hard. Hot. He responded immediately. Our tongues danced and swirled as we kissed for what seemed like forever. He even tasted good. I placed my hand on his thigh. He responded by reaching for my chest with his free hand and pulling me closer with his other arm.

I felt his hand move down my stomach, and I felt a quiver inside me. He released and said, "Or, we could stay in." At this point I started removing his sweater, and unbuttoning his shirt. I got down to his bare chest, and he was smooth. I started kissing his neck and worked my way down to his nipples and kissed and sucked and played there a few minutes. He moaned in delight as I nibbled and bit him. I undid his trousers while still kissing and nibbling his chest, and we worked him out of his pants.

Seeing his cock made me even hotter, and I made my way down, licking and kissing. He wasn't as thick as I was, but he was almost as long. The biggest dick I had played with outside my own. And he was totally smooth. Not a pube in sight, which made it seem even bigger. 

I kissed and licked and teased and then I finally went in for the kill. I put his swollen head in my mouth and wrapped my tongue all around. He was pushing up with his lips, and I was playing along. He placed his hands on my head and pushed and I took him in as deep as I could go. It was very big. bigger than I was used to and I gagged a little. 

I tried to relax and then he let me settle into a nice rhythm. Meanwhile, while fondling his smooth sack and sucking him, and stroking every once in a while, I was using my free hand to get my clothes off. Some awkward moments occurred but soon we were both totally naked, and I resumed my blow job. He was enjoying every second of it and I could feel his balls pulling up and he was ready to release. 

Not yet, sir. 

I stopped, and started kissing my way back up to his mouth. He kissed me hard again, wantonly, and I responded in kind, our cocks rubbing together. He reached down and out his hand around both as we rubbed and kissed, in a hot embrace. We kept going for a few minutes and I could feel my semen ready to roll, so I stopped again, stood up, and pulled him up from the couch, and said "How about you give me another tour of your bedroom."

He took my hand and led me back to his room. I grabbed his pillows, and placed them so I could lay on top of them, and plopped down on my stomach, spread my ass and told him to take me. I wanted that cock stuffed in me right then and there. 

He grabbed some lube from somewhere and poured some on my hole and it was cold against my hot skin. I felt him work his fingers around, and ease in and out of my ass. I moved my ass up to make it easier, and when he got to three fingers, he then climbed up behind me, lowered his dick to my hole and slowly pressed. I pressed back. It was huge, bigger than Dave's by a long shot, and I wasn't ready for the sharp pain as the head passed the rim and went deep inside. 

I let out a scream I wasn't expecting and breathed real hard. Anthony slowed down his pushing and slapped my ass. That relaxed me and he did it again, and then proceeded to start working his dick all the way in. The pain slowly went away as he worked his way deep into my ass.

As soon as he pressed all the way in, I could feel his balls rubbing against mine. That got me so turned on. I reached down and cupped them both, and he started moaning. He then started rocking back and forth slowly, and the pleasure took over. I was moving against him to increase the tempo. I wanted him, and he took that as a signal. He then started fucking me hard. I was rubbing my dick in anticipation of a huge orgasm, and he reached down and pulled my hand away, and said, "Not yet." I was just on the verge again, and the pressure was filling me with agony, but he said "I much prefer to be a bottom." 

He pulled out slowly and laid down on the bed. He lifted his legs up and invited me to explore. It was so smooth and pink, I started licking his hole, and dug my tongue in as far as it would go. He was writhing and begging for something bigger. I got the lube and did to him what he did to me, getting him loose with my fingers, when he gave me the look to get it going, so I lowered myself in, and slowly pushed my cock into his ass. He was very tight and it took a while to get it buried inside him. It was wrapped around my throbbing dick so hard. I could feel both our heartbeats in that one place. Once there we got a slow rhythm going, and were kissing and moaning together like animals. I finally couldn't hold my load any longer and was about to shoot when his dick exploded before me and we weren't even touching it. That sent me over the edge. I came buckets in his ass. It took a long while to calm down after that intense session. I finally slipped out of his ass, and rolled off of him 

We lay there motionless, holding hands. "Ok, so we can go to dinner, a movie, the gay bar..." I leaned over, kissed him like before, and said, "Take out, dessert, and then another tour of your bedroom. "

We ordered Chinese delivered, ate and drank, and got to know each other better. We discussed his moving, my future after school, dreams, desires, and other topics. The conversation just flowed, and I loved sitting talking to him. I felt as if I could talk to him about anything. When the subject turned to when did I know I was first gay, I said, I hadn't figured that out yet. I told him about some of my past, Dave, Gary and then him as the only males, but also the numerous females. I said I was still trying to see if I was totally gay, or just enjoying the thrill. He leaned in and kissed me, "Maybe this will help you figure it out." He pulled my by the hand to the couch, and took control.

His kisses were warm and wet, and very soft, even with a slight beard. And they slowly worked their way down my body. His nibbling, and sucking of my nipples got me rock hard, as I moaned at each attentive kiss or suck. I let him control the speed, and he was teasing me greatly working down the penis trail then back up. 

It was clear he knew what he was doing, and had me anticipating each and every new sensation. That tingly feeling I had experienced only with him was back, and I wanted this moment to last all night long.

He kept kissing my body all over, but never touched my dick, balls or ass, just my nipples. He worked his way down to my knees, and would kiss and lick up my inner thigh, and ever so slightly past my hard-on and back up again. The tease was pushing me to the edge of insanity. He finally worked his way down to my pelvis region, and started licking and kissing, and brushing up against my sack. He pulled one of my balls in his mouth and I was about to cum right there from the excitement. 

He let it go and then started working up my shaft. Very tentatively, and it was driving me insane. I wanted his lips around my cock so bad, but he held my hands down as he did this, so I was unable to direct or command anything. 

Anthony swirled his tongue around my cock head, and slowly pulled my cock into his mouth, then worked his way down till he deep throated me. All the way to the base. I could feel him exhale from his nose into my bush. It felt so good, and I started to build up and that was when he released. Oh, the agony. 

He got up, and walked into his room, and when he turned around, looked back and beckoned me with his index finger. I obliged and ran into his room.

He pulled all his clothes off and laid down, and I got on top of him. We started kissing again, and our dicks were rubbing together. I started grinding my dick into his, and he responded in kind. As we kissed our grinding got more intense, and finally he reached up, grabbed both our dicks together and started stroking with fury. 

I let out a huge moan, and released a load of cum on his stomach between us. This was all he needed to cum himself, and he let out the biggest 8 roper ever. I was spent, there was no cum left in me after that, and my dick went soft as did his. We lay together kissing until I finally dozed off, naked, relaxed, and happy to be by his side.

The next morning I awoke, right where I was the night before. On my side, facing him. He was in a deep slumber, naked, peacefully sleeping. I just laid there and checked him out from head to toe. 

It was a lovely sight. His tan, smooth body at rest. His dick was soft and as I was checking him out, it started to rise. I wasn't sure if it was morning wood or he knew he was being checked out, so I started at his face a moment, and it hadn't moved.

He was fully erect now, and I decided to wake him up the best way I knew how. I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking. It still had the spunk of my ass and our cum on it, and it tasted wild. I sucked and sucked until he finally woke up, smiled, and said "Good morning, sunshine." 

I responded by sticking his huge member deeper into my mouth. I kept up the action for till I felt his balls shift and knew he was about to release. I let his cum flow in my mouth, and sucked him dry. With his cum still in him, I moved up and kissed him.

He then responded in kind, kissing and teasing me as he did before, until finally taking me in his mouth fully. I laid back and enjoyed his warm mouth on my cock. It was one of the best blow jobs ever, and i will never forget it. 

Afterwards, he asked what i wanted to do for breakfast. I told him I needed to get home, I had an exam the next day, a paper due, and I had the night shift at the bar. 

We discussed me coming back, and he said he wanted me to come every day if possible.

"Whoa. Slow down, cowboy. I am not ready for a commitment at this point."

"Seriously. We have great chemistry. I knew it the minute we started talking at the store. I was so hoping you were gay."

"But I am not." I said. "I mean, I like having sex with guys, sure, but I also like having sex with girls."

I enjoy the taste of pussy on my mouth. I plan on getting married and kids. I am totally not into the gay scene. And I could never come out of the closet to anyone I hold dear. That last part was what really sealed it for me. Fear of exposing who I might be.

His eyes started to well up. "I cannot be with someone that isn't going to be honest about who they are. You are not a hetero. Trust me." 

"Look, even if I did start seeing you, I don't have the time. I have school, work, 80 miles away. I will definitely work on one or two nights a month, but I don't have much free time to drive three hours every day. And as I said, I cannot declare my love to another guy. I do want to be with you and hang out, and these last 12 hours? Fucking incredible."

He started to cry, "No, I will not be a toy that you get to use on your terms. I want you, and I want you totally committed to a relationship with me." 

I wiped a tear from his cheek, leaned in, kissed him gently, and got up. "I am sorry."

I dressed and left without saying anything else. He just sat there stunned.I drove home and I cried. It was killing me inside. I really wanted to be with him, but could not agree to his terms. He was the only guy I ever would have considered to get out of the closet for. But that could not happen, I was to scared.



Anthony and Friends



After Anthony had taken me for the first time he started using me – a married, white man, company executive – on a regular basis. I made sure it would happen by making myself available to him on business trips to his town. That Anthony had taken me had a double meaning. One, he took me to my hotel room from a porno video store after we had exchanged blow jobs in a sleazy, glory hole booth. Two, he took me as a slave for his big, rough workers body, 6’ 4” about 240#, and oversized cock, a full 9x6 inches. [See the earlier story – First Time With A Man for the details.]

He had mentioned a 3-way or some group things with me in the middle serving his bros. Married, with children and rather naïve since Anthony was the first man to ever fuck me, I thought he was only kidding, just saying that to heighten our sexual pleasure as I sucked him, he sucked me, or fucked me with his big cock. I just made sure I got to Anthony’s town often to service our company clients there during the workday and him after hours in my hotel room. I also made sure on the visits to Anthony’s town I would be there for several days so he could use me, please himself with me, and please me with his dominant ways several times during the visits.

On my most recent trip to Anthony’s town, we had done our usual, what had become routine for us. I worked through the day then met Anthony at the hotel bar. We had a few drinks and went to my room, stripped and got down to it. I had sucked him until he came his copious load, large wads of thick, musky, bleach tasting cum in my mouth. He had sucked me, engulfing my much smaller, 7.5x5c cock in his thicklipped mouth while pinching my buttcheeks, spreading them, rubbing a rough finger up and down my crack and finally penetrating my tight, puckered hole with his thick finger, one, another, three. Then he mounted me and started fucking me while I lay on my back on the sofa in the hotel suite watching his pleasure-twisted face as he pounded my ass with his big cock. He bent over and sucked my nipples still riding his hard rod in my tight sheath, forced to accommodate his length and girth. The big knob of his cock was massaging my insides, the shaft sliding up and down, his belly rubbing against me, his muscular thighs slapping loudly against the back of my legs as his cock made gushy sounds in my occasionally pooting rectum as it released air around his thick shaft. 

I was about to cum when Anthony pulled out of me with a loud plopping noise as his raquetball-sized knob exited my enflamed, stretched hole. I just lay there on the sofa, moaning feeling so empty. Anthony went to the phone that was ringing. I had not even heard it, I was so filled with the lust of him fucking me and sucking my nipples. He spoke into the phone. He went to the door of the hotel room, then to the kitchenette, and came back to me as I lay still sprawled on my back on the couch.

“Here take dis, bitch,” he said, offering me two small white pills and a glass of water. Obediently I swallowed the pills washing them down with a swallow of the water. Naïve as always I figured the pills were just aspirin, and I welcomed them as the booze was wearing off a bit, my head and ass both were aching.

Anthony sat beside me on the sofa, his cock sticking up still fully tumescent. I had been watching it as he walked around, and it was arched up swinging from side to side in front of his frizzy-haired pubes, his big balls dangling between his thick, muscular legs. I was actually drooling at the sight, wanting his cock in me again, to fill the emptiness I was feeling in my so recently drilled asshole.

“Sit down on my dick, slut,” Anthony said. “Drive it right up yo tight, white asshole. Fuck yourself on it,” he commanded me.

The white pills he had given me must have been the strongest aspirins ever. I giggled as I sat on his fat knob, dropped right down on it, took all his long shaft in me with one stroke. My vision blurred, my face flushed, lips felt thick, and I slurred. “Oh yeah, Anthony, fuck me.” 

“Naw you fuck me, you whitebread no good honky piece of ass. Ride your hot hole on my cock,” he commanded me menacingly. “Fuck that ass, fuck that cock, and get ready for more.”

I had no idea what he was talking about until in my blurred vision I watched a tall, slender, black man come into the room and strip off his clothes. Bouncing up and down on Anthony’s cock with my back to him, I watched this stranger approach us.

“Give ‘em your dick,” Anthony said. “Put it in his mouth.” I kept bouncing up and down on Anthony’s cock as a long, thin, cock brushed against my lips. It was wet already with pre-cum, slimy, sweet tasting. I licked into the pee slit, covered the head with my lips, sucked, and felt it slide deeper into my mouth. Bouncing up and down on Anthony’s cock punishing my asshole with its depth and width, I sucked the cock in my mouth.

“I want to suck him, daddy,” a voice said above me.

Anytime Anthony was fucking me, even when I was sucking him, and now with me fucking my own ass on Anthony’s cock and sucking this new cock in my mouth, I leaked pre-cum from the head of my own cock. It just flowed, covered my shaft, balls, ran between my legs.

“So suck him then you little cock whore,” Anthony hissed. “Suck this white man cock.”

The cock came out of my mouth. A mouth came down to my cock. Lips closed over it. My cock slid into a hot, wet mouth engulfing my slimy cock. Suction was applied. A tongue rippled along the bottom of my shaft, swirled up, around. The mouth went down on me again, sucked some more. With Anthony’s cock pounding into my tight hole, my cock in the mouth erupted. Creamy cum, thick globs started squirting, shooting into the mouth faster than the mouth could swallow. My cum spilled onto my crotch, ran down my legs over Anthony’s cock still fucking me.

“Fuck him now boy,” Anthony rasped. “Stick your cock in him and fuck him.”

I expected the new cock to go in my mouth and face fuck me as Anthony kept shoving his up my ass, but the long, thin cock slid right on tip of Anthony’s. I moaned, groaned, almost screamed as the other cock joined Anthony’s. Slowly, tortuously, it slid into me, on top of Anthony’s. I just collapsed in a heap as the two cocks fucked my ass.

Anthony reached to the end table. He got two red pills and pushed them into my mouth as the two cocks fucked me. 

“Swallow,” Anthony said. I swallowed the pills. In a few minutes as Anthony and his son kept fucking me, I sensed many more people were in the room. A cock rested on my cheek. My mouth was drooling saliva. I took the cock between my lips. I sucked it. It entered my mouth. A cock was in each of my hands. Now I had six cocks – mine, two in my ass fucking me, one in my mouth fucking it oozing pre-cum on my tongue, one in each hand.

The cocks just kept going. They moved all around. Anthony and his son came in my ass, shooting their copious loads. The cock in my mouth moved to my ass after turning me onto my knees, my chest down, hips up, as he fucked me hard. The cocks in my hands moved to my mouth, then to my ass, as one after the other finished, shooting their cum in my helpless, plundered, cum-filled, and oozing hole. 

I had lost all track of time, was completely confused as so many inches of black cock, three or four feet or more, maybe two yards – 76” of dick – had used my body. I was all slimy with cum everywhere, oozing from my ass, coating my lips, tongue, chin, dripping onto my chest and stomach. 

Finally I saw Anthony his face right at mine, his thick, red lips moving as he spoke to me, his dark, black eyes looking at me. “My daddy wants to suck you,” Anthony said, “while my son fucks you.”

I grinned sillily. I had cum five times by now. “Okay,” I giggled, “as long as your daddy likes sucking a limp dick.”

“Don’t you worry you little whore,” Anthony hissed. He gave me two blue pills. His daddy’s mouth closed over my cock. It got hard instantly as his thick gums closed over my wet meat. Anthony pushed four more pills at my mouth – another pair of red ones, another pair of white ones. 

Renaud, Anthony’s son, white, I thought, a white man, slid his cock up into my ass, and he started fucking me. For the next hour, several hours, how long I do not know, mouths sucked my cock, cocks fucked my mouth and ass; a black ass sat on my cock and fucked me until I came. Ooooooooh, how many times? How much more can I stand? My cock was sore, my ass. My jaws ached.

Then I was fucking Renaud when Anthony told me Renaud’s mother was white. That’s the reason he is so light Anthony said. Then Anthony got behind me and stuck his cock in my ass and fucked me while I fucked his white son.

Anthony never tired of fucking me it seemed, and we kept meeting after that for sessions with his son, father, and the other guys. If you want to hear more, e-mail me and let me know. A good e-mail address is in the link below.



Anthony and Gracie - La Etapa



"Where you want to go?" asked the driver in his heavily accented English.

Anthony opened his mouth to answer but before he could speak, "We want a club, something fun, something exotic," said Gracie as she gave Anthony a sideways glance and a smile. "Too slow, loverboy...now it's my choice," she added with an adorable smirk.

"Something exotic...I know a place, but it is expensive," added the driver.

Anthony rolled his eyes, "Oh, here we go..."

"Hush," shushed Gracie, nudging Anthony with her elbow. Turning to the driver, "Tell us about this place."

"La Etapa...The Stage...it is a dance club, but on Thursday nights they put on a show...something exotic," he added with a laugh.

Anthony glanced at Gracie who was looking at the driver with slightly squinted eyes —a look he knew meant she was trying to decide if she could trust him. After a moment her expression softened and her playful smile reappeared. "Okay, take us there and we'll decide when we see it." She settled back against Anthony, her hand slipping up his leg to rest on his thigh, getting comfortable for the ride.

Anthony looked out the window as the cabbie navigated through the twisting streets of Mazatlan. The streets were filled with people, even this late on a Thursday night. Through the tinted windows of the cab, Anthony could see couples and groups walking from late dinners to the many clubs and bars that populated this part of town. It's always amazing to see how population centers grow and are used by their populations of various genera----Hello! 

Anthony was pulled from his reverie by the feeling of Gracie sliding her hand up his linen pants, her fingers quickly traversing the short distance from mid-thigh to more interesting territory between his legs. Anthony glanced down at Gracie who was looking out the passenger-side window feigning ignorance at what was happening below in the darkness of the car. Gracie slipped her hand between Anthony's thighs, flexing her fingers apart to encourage him to open up. Anthony slid down slightly in the seat, legs widening, as Gracie's hand cupped her intended prize. She paused there, his fullness filling the cup of her hand, even in its current quiescent state. Trying not to draw the driver's attention, Anthony looked out his side window and exhaled with a barely perceptible groan as Gracie gently tightened her grip, squeezing slowly and softly, first once, then repeatedly, kneading as she felt him grow from tumescence to something harder, more expectant.

"She knows exactly how to get me," thought Anthony as he involuntarily pushed up into Gracie's hand, bringing her more fully into contact with his hardness. Gracie slid her fingers up Anthony's now rigid shaft, tracing the shape until she found the sensitive spots near the top, her fingers beginning a tantalizing massage through the thin linen fabric. She could feel Anthony begin to grind his hips gently, almost automatically, in time with her movements, trying to get the most out of each touch. Then, all of a sudden, Gracie moved away settling her hand in her lap.

Stifling a giggle, Gracie leaned in close to Anthony and kissed his neck before moving her lips to his ear. "That will teach you not to stare off into space and ignore me," she quipped as she took the lobe of Anthony's ear momentarily in her teeth for playful tug. 

Before Anthony could react, the driver, thankfully oblivious to the whole exchange in the back seat, spoke up. "We're here—La Etapa. I think you'll find this a place that is nicely exotic." As they pulled to a stop in front of the club, Anthony and Gracie gave the place the once-over, then paid the driver and stepped outside. 

La Etapa

The club was posh, to say the least—far beyond anything Gracie and Anthony had seen thus far in Mazatlan. The building was obviously an old Mission-style theater, yet the expected and ubiquitous warm stucco and red Spanish tile roof had been traded for deep chocolate brown walls and cobalt blue tiles.

Inside the club, Gracie and Anthony waited just inside the velvet curtains, letting their eyes adjust in the carefully controlled lighting. Anthony moved his hand to the small of Gracie's back, letting her feel his presence as they surveyed the club. 

All of the tables were filled with couples, leaving only a lounge-like area in the far corner open for seating. Three low, wide, almost bed-like sofas surrounded a leather topped wood table in a "U" shape, leaving the side towards the stage unobstructed. Thick burgundy velvet drapes surrounded the space, muffling the sound and furthering the sense of enclosure. Up lights in the corners splashed cones of low light on the wood-beamed ceiling above. The only other illumination was provided by three-dozen thick candles dotting the space in candelabra behind the sofas and on large platters on the table.

Gracie and Anthony settled on the sofa at the side of the "U" with the best view of the stage. Almost at once, the house lights dimmed and a slow, sensual, and very Spanish music with an almost club-like bass-line filled the club. The curtain parted, revealing a man in a tuxedo—obviously the MC for the evening. In a rapid staccato, the man launched into his monologue, gesturing grandly at the theater, and the audience, the stage, punctuated by rather enthusiastic applause by the audience. The message, however, was lost on Gracie and Anthony as it was delivered in Spanish. Even so, with their limited understanding, they gathered that tonight was a talent show of sorts and members of the audience were to perform on stage. It appeared to be voluntary, so there could sit back and observe.

"Can I get you two some drinks?" The waitress asked, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

"Oh, you speak English!" exclaimed Anthony, noting the obvious. With a slight roll of her eyes, the waitress made it clear that fact wasn't lost on her either.

"Let's make it simple, two long island iced teas, and, could you translate what he just said?" Anthony replied.

"You've never been here before?" the waitress said with surprise, glancing quickly at the sofas. "Ah, well, you're in for a treat. Tonight is an all-volunteer talent show—we have the best audiences, you know—although pretty much everyone will participate. I think you'll be surprised at how much you'll enjoy this."

With that, the waitress turned and went to the bar.

"Are you going to get me drunk tonight?" Gracie asked archly. "I never should have told you about the Long Islands. That knowledge is too dangerous in the wrong hands," she teased.

"You mean these hands?" asked Anthony innocently, before sliding his hands quickly to the sides of Gracie's face and pulling her in for a quick but breathtaking kiss. "I have no idea what you mean," he added with a devilish grin.

"You behave -- I'm not through punishing you for ignoring me," retorted Gracie with a smirk.

The waitress returned with the drinks. "I'll start you a tab," she said. "Oh, and the best performance of the night drinks for free, so if you're feeling...talented...you may want to give it a try." With that, she sauntered off to the bar leaving the two alone in the lounge once again.

Long Island in hand, Gracie nestled against Anthony, his arm wrapping around her, her palm again resting on Anthony's leg, mid-thigh, fingers lightly stroking. Up to this point, the man on the stage had been conversing with the audience in Spanish, obviously negotiating who should be the first act. Applause rang out and it was obvious a decision had been reached.

Instead of just one person, the first couple climbed on stage. Even from their vantage at the back of the club, Gracie and Anthony can see that she's flushed at the thought of performing in front of even an eager crowd like this one. She is a willowy Mexican girl with pixie hair, about 5'4". Her companion is well built, also Mexican but darker in complexion, and not much taller than she. They appeared to be in their early twenties, well dressed, she in a rather conservative white sundress, and he in a tight designer t-shirt and jeans.

"She's cute," said Gracie. "How'd you like to see her up here with me on this couch?" she teased. "If you're really good, I might let you join us." Gracie laughed and slid her hand farther up Anthony's thigh to emphasize her point.

The young Mexican couple stood awkwardly for a moment, looking at one another. From somewhere in the darkness, the DJ began a traditional tango, but with a club bass-line. At the first notes, the man moved behind her, pressing into her from behind, their hips beginning to sway. The spotlights swung around to cover them, as his hands moved up to cup her smallish breasts, pulling her tighter against him.

Gracie turned and looked up at Anthony with eyebrow raised. "Looks like we're in for something intere...," Anthony started to say, then stopped, mouth slightly open.

At once the man tore his willowy companion's dress straight down the middle, the buttons of the little sundress exploding out into the audience, the crowd erupting in applause. The parted dress fell to floor and the real show began.

The girl was now completely bared to the audience, her breath coming in gasps of nervousness. Her small high breasts were capped with dark areola and visibly hardened nipples. Her bare mound, accentuating her youthfulness, is only visible for a moment before the man pushed her to her knees in front of him. He pulled his own shirt off revealing a trim but muscular torso. With shaky hands and a glance back to the rapt audience, the girl unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down as he stepped out of them. Now clad only in a pair of tight boxer briefs, the girl slid her hands up and down the man's legs, up onto his chest, brushing the obvious bulge in his briefs. She repeated the caressing circuit once, then twice again, first stopping to toy with his nipples, then pausing to slide his growing bulge between her hands. He stood proudly, letting the audience see her submissiveness, before moving her hands to the waistband of his briefs. She paused just for a moment, then pulled them down and off to the surprised murmurs of the audience. His cock is short, 4-1/2" to 5" at most, but impressively thick, just like the rest of him. The girl reached up and grasped its stiff length, massaging the shaft, stroking him. She looked up at him, and he down at her, then she took his fullness in her mouth. In spite of his girth, she's able to take almost his full length in one try. His legs trembled at the intensity of the contact.

The girl began to work him with mouth and hands, managing to engulf his entire length in spite of the thickness. The young man's stomach contracted and relaxed, his abs undulating as she brought him closer to climax. She's obviously enjoying this experiment in exhibitionism, as she slid one of her hands from his turgid cock down between her legs where, from beneath her rounded ass, just her fingertips could be seen strumming her clit, then slipping inside and returning to her clit, glistening with wetness. Moments later, her oral skills produced exactly the effect the audience was waiting for—even from their vantage Anthony and Gracie could see his balls tighten against his body as he began to shudder, holding the back of the willowy girl's head. With an amazingly theatrical flourish, the girl pulled her mouth away from his cock just enough to allow the audience to see him explode jet after jet of white, creamy cum into her mouth before engulfing him once again to the finish. The audience, their appetite whetted by this spectacular appetizer, roared their approval with a standing ovation, revealing that several of the guests, in various states of undress, were beginning to put on somewhat of a show of their own.

The applause ended and the Mexican couple left the stage, but instead of returning to their seats, they were ushered to the lounge where Anthony and Gracie were seated. The couple looked flushed and the girl, still quite aroused and far from spent. They took a seat on the sofa across the table from Anthony and Gracie, clad only in kimono-style robes provided by the club. Gracie was noticeably affected by their presence, although Anthony suspect it was the willowy girl, and not her companion, that piqued her interest.

Drinks were provided to the couple with a congratulations and then Anthony, Gracie and the other couple are left alone. It was obvious that the coupe didn't speak English any more than Anthony and Gracie spoke Spanish. The couples smiled, and nodded appreciatively at each other. The young man pointed to himself and said "Javier," then to the girl and says "Amandina." Anthony and Gracie introduced themselves with nods and smiles. As Anthony and Javier turned away, Gracie and Amandina exchanged rather heated looks with one another, Gracie following hers up with a knowing and slightly wicked little smile, then they both turned to the stage once again as another volunteer act took to the stage. 

This time it was a statuesque blonde, with the face of an angel, and her two companions. The two men are older, in their mid-thirties. One of the men, the brunette, looked confident, like he might have done this before--the blonde man looked scared....Again, the lights in the club dimmed as the DJ began to play....

The angel-faced woman stood, arms outstretched, waiting, as her companions moved to her side. They reached up and begin unbuttoning her long black dress, revealing a skin-tight black PVC catsuit beneath--stunning with her platinum blonde hair and ice-blue eyes. She motioned to the men, who began to strip, swaying to the music. The brunette man seemed to relish the attention, stripping quickly and arrogantly to tiny briefs. His counterpart disrobed more reluctantly, almost as if being coerced, but eventually stripped to a matching garment.

Anthony and Gracie were fixated, wondering what sort of permutation of coupling they would be witnessing next. Out of the corner of her eye, Gracie caught a motion across the table--Amandina and Javier have turned slightly to watch the show. Amandina moved in front of him, her knees under her, back to him. Her kimono parted somewhat, revealing the side of her breast to Gracie's voyeuristic gaze. Amandina pushed back, close to Javier, her ass pushing into his crotch, applying pressure to rouse him. At this overt action, Gracie squeezed Anthony's thigh to get his attention. Looking down at her, Anthony then followed her gaze to this new event unfolding before them.

Gracie gasped slightly as she saw this second show so close to her--almost just for she and Anthony, as the rest of the audience was still looking at the threesome unfold onstage. Aroused and emboldened by the sense of privacy, Gracie's hand moved higher into Anthony's lap, first tentatively stroking, the cupping him as she did earlier in the. At Gracie's touch, Anthony bent down and started to kiss the side of her neck, his hands slipping down the side of her black and white sundress, feeling her curves flare out under his fingertips. Anthony pulled Gracie in front between his legs, still sitting, but in almost a mirror of their lounge-mates just eight feet away.

Across the table, Javier has slipped his hands around Amandina, untying her robe, pulling it down her shoulders, baring her to the waist...Gracie's hand tremble a bit on Anthony's thigh as Javier's hands moved around her to cup those same smallish breasts they watched on stage just moments ago. Javier's own arousal became visible through his parted robe, as thick and squat as it had appeared on the stage, almost an angry red from so recently being put to use for the club's enjoyment. Gracie pushed back against Anthony, mimicking Amandina's earlier motions, feeling a similar reaction already present in him. Feeling Gracie grow bolder in spite of being quite on display, Anthony slipped his hands up and unzipped the back of her sundress, giving him additional access to her impossibly soft skin.

Anthony slipped his hands up and around Gracie under her dress, cupping her full breasts through the lace of her bra--her breasts already tightening from her arousal, her pale pink nipples hardened beneath the lace.

Gracie moaned slightly at the contact although she was still inaudible over the music. As she pushed her breasts further into Anthony's hands, she slipped her hands around between them and begin to undress Anthony from the waist down.

Across the table, Amandina, now fully revealed in spite of the kimono draping uselessly around her waist, was rocking her hips up and down, lining Javier up, before pushing backwards and plunging him deep inside her. Groaning an almost feral growl, he thrust forward abruptly, pushing her down, her face crushing into the sofa cushion as he grasped her hips in his thick hands. After adjusting to the sensation for a moment, he began to fuck into her with slow, measured strokes. Amandina started a low, moan, muttering something in almost melodic Spanish as he slowly and stylishly continued to plunge into her from behind.

With that, Anthony and Gracie's inhibitions begin to crumble. Anthony moved his hands to Gracie's back and unfastened her bra, pushing the straps and her dress off her shoulders, baring her magnificent chest to the club. Anthony's hands slid up around Gracie, cupping the fullness of each breast, her taut nipples captured lightly between his fingers. Gracie completely unfastened Anthony's pants, spreading them wide as she began to massage the bulge she find inside. She started to make little sounds of encouragement, as Anthony let one hand drift south, making one slow circle of her delicious tummy before dipping his hand between her thighs. Gracie gasped at the contact as Anthony cupped the whole of her smooth sex, squeezing slightly, feeling her wetness drench his hand and seep through his fingers as if he were milking her. Anthony slipped two fingers effortlessly into her just a fraction of an inch. Gracie grasped his cock tightly in her hand using it almost as leverage as she pushed down on Anthony's hand and rocked her hips, at once forcing her hard little clit against his palm as she pushed onto his fingers plunging him deeper into her.

At Gracie's gasp, Amandina and Javier turn as if noticing them for the first time, their faces flushed with lust. Javier took in Gracie's pale white breasts and flushed cheeks in on one glance and pulled out of Amandina, his stubby thick cock glistening with her wetness. He was obviously close to climax, as Anthony and Gracie could see his heartbeat pulsing through the turgid shaft making the leaking tip dance up and down. Javier said something to Amandina in Spanish and she moved from the sofa on to the leather-topped table, her face mere inches from Anthony and Gracie. Javier moved behind her, slipping his slightly deflated erection back inside. Her face contorted with pleasure as he bottomed out in her.

Gracie immediately saw the possibility of this arrangement and was completely caught up in the moment. In one move, she stood slightly, her hands moving under her dress to pull her soaking panties to the floor. The dress still gathered around her waist, she pulled on Anthony's pants, indicating that he should lose them. He quickly complied, and Gracie moved back against Anthony, his crown of turgid cock coming into contact with the wetness he was just enjoying with his fingers.

Gracie reached down and slid Anthony's cock into position as she lowered herself down on him, sliding him into her inch by inch until she was completely impaled. Gracie began to finger herself lightly as stretched her legs wide and locked them outside Anthony's, increasing the tension on her thighs while also revealing their union to their neighbors. Amandina looked down at Anthony's cock sliding ever-so-slightly in Gracie and motioned Gracie forward. Gracie paused for a second, then felt Anthony's hands on her hips, supporting her.




Anthony & Miya: The Beginning



Have you ever been in one of those situations where you're at a party, laughing and having a good time, when, you look across the room and catch sight of someone that completely takes your breath away? Someone who renders you perfectly senseless? Their look has taken you by such great surprise that your mind has, in effect, become a large quivering bowl of green Jello? In that one moment, you lose even the most basic and inherent need to breathe. Time suddenly becomes a fun-house mirror, warped and out of proportion; what is only a few moments, feels like an eternity. And yet an eternity passes much too quickly.

Your world has suddenly gone into overdrive. The buzzing in your head sounds like a jetliner passing between your ears. Your heart knocks so hard against your rib cage you're afraid everyone in the room can hear it. Red-faced you realize you've stopped speaking in mid-sentence, but, you can't remember what you were just saying to save your life. So instead you stammer out something truly stupid.

Now your only option is to laugh at your own foolishness and thank god no one but your best friend was there to witness your little episode…

Markus followed his friends stare, and could see why he'd lost his attention. Anthony was completely captured by the pretty Hispanic woman who had just arrived. As she made her way down the stairs, Markus asked, "Who is she?" But his friend said nothing, he just watched; mesmerized. Markus shook his head and grinned. He gave Anthony a small nudge, and with a slight Texan drawl said, "Hey, partner. Remember me?"

Anthony finally blinked. Looking at his friend who had rudely ripped him from his fantasy world, Anthony sputtered, "Oh… I… uh…" He laughed and sheepishly asked, "What the fuck was I saying?"

Markus chuckled and shook his head again. Before finishing off his drink, he asked once more, "Who is she?" Motioning to the bartender for two more drinks as Anthony spoke.

Still watching the woman, Anthony replied, "Not sure really. All I do know is, her name is Miya. I met her last year at another charity dinner… And she left before I could talk with her."

"Ouch," Markus say sympathetically. Anthony only nodded as he took the drink from Markus. The two men leaned against the bar, silent for a moment as they watch her begin to move around the room, smiling and shaking hands with people she knew. From time to time she would become lost in the sea of formal tuxedos and evening gowns. But Anthony kept a watchful eye, catching glimpses of her as she socialized.

Anthony had met Miya once before. An associate of his had briefly introduced them about 6 months ago, but they never had the chance to talk to one another. All evening they seemed to find themselves on the wrong side of the room, talking to the wrong people.

Miya could tell by the way that his eyes kept finding hers, Anthony wasn't much interested in hearing the same old stories from the same old pretentious do-gooders. But even his indifferent manners didn't deter these people from rambling on. He listened with only one ear, hearing enough to know when to nod or laugh along, all the while he watched her from across the room.

Anthony found many opportunities to steal looks in Miya's direction, despite the leggy blond that clung to his arm. When he was alone, and Miya would catch his lingering gaze, they would share a smile that filled them with a guilty pleasure. It was a sensation that made Miya feel like an accomplice to a crime and she loved it. Regardless of the fact they hadn't spoken more than two sentences all evening, the allure had been obvious.

"She definitely a looker," Markus commented, watching her move about the room with a natural grace. He noticed the way her smile came easily to her face. There was a sense of sincerity to the brief hug she gave another woman.

"Yes she is," Anthony said, entranced. "You should see her eyes. They're beautiful. When she looks at you, it's as though she sees right through you. Then she smiles like… like she knows your darkest secret."

Anthony didn't tell his fiend what else he remembered about her. Keeping that to himself, he savored one memory, which to this day put a Cheshire smile on his face – Miya had been standing across the room, alone for the first time and Anthony caught her watching him. Although she didn't seem honestly embarrassed, she did look down for a moment. But when she returned her eyes to his, her smile was seductive, and inviting enough to make Anthony's pulse race. The memory of that blatant look of erotic desire behind her smile would visit Anthony often for weeks to come.

Markus looked at her again and like many other men in the room, he had to appreciate her physical beauty. Her body slender but shapely, her skin a natural light brown. The slinky black gown conformed perfectly to her body. With the front tastefully low cut it showed just enough of the deep valley of her breasts to catch anyone's eye. Thought the length of the dress nearly reached the floor, when she walked, a slit that showed off most of her left thigh would ride up just enough to fuel countless fantasies. It was however, as she turned around to speak to someone behind her, that both men could see the back was truly the highlight of the entire dress. Here it was darlingly low cut; just a breath below the small of her back and all held together only by the softest whispers of sparkling crisscross straps. Most of her hair had been piled and pinned up prettily, but a few raven-colored curls spiraled down over that delicate curve of her neck, just brushing her bare shoulders. 

To notice only what she wore was like admiring the velvet ropes that accentuate and display a priceless painting; the tailored material was not the work of art here, but instead it exhibited the exquisite body beneath. Nonetheless, both men observed the way the material hugged the soft swell of her hips, and with a hint of awe in his voice, Markus breathed a small, "Damn."

Knowing exactly what his friend meant, Anthony sighed and added, "Damn is right."

"A woman like that would eat you alive, my friend."

"Uh huh, but ya know what… I'd die with one huge smile on my face." The both laughed heartily.

Miya had made her way around the room and was now standing with a small group of people she obviously knew when she heard the men laughing. Glancing in their directions, she noticed the two men by the bar staring at her. She smiled politely at their approving gaze and was turning away when it dawned on her that she knew one of them. 

Miya looked at them both again. Although she didn't recognize the taller man with graying temples, she placed the other with little trouble. She remembered that smile and almost instantly that guilty pleasure filled her again. But not seeing a leggy blond or curvaceous brunette made Miya's stomach flutter for some reason. Was it nervousness? Excitement? Perhaps it was a bit of both.

Excusing herself from the group, she approached the two men. She was honestly happy to see Anthony again and it showed in her face and eyes. Her soft, genuine smile was one that most reserved for the best of friends, or lovers – despite the fact they were neither. Miya extended one delicate hand, "Anthony, right?" Although she knew it was, she didn't know what else to say to him. Hoping the words didn't sound as foolish as they felt.

Taking her hand in both of his, and smiling warmly he said, "That right. It's very nice to see you again, Miya."

 "You remembered," she said light-heartedly. "I'm impressed." The smile never left her face as she looked into his eyes. There was something about the way he smiled at her that made her feel confident and sure of herself. 

"You're very hard to forget," he confessed, still holding her hand.

Grinning playfully she replied, "You sound as thought you've tried."

For one brief second, Anthony thought he'd seen something more glinting behind her mischievous smile. But as the looked at her again, he wasn't at all sure he'd seen that hint of seduction; a brilliant but fleeting flash that said, "catch me if you can." Maybe he was remembering, perhaps just hoping.

Unsure how to respond to her comment he thankfully remembered Markus. Anthony reluctantly let her hand slip from his. "God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. Miya this is my friend Markus. Markus this is Miya."

"It's very nice to meet you, Markus," she said, shaking his hand as well.

"Likewise, ma'am." Hearing the thicker than usual accent, Anthony gave his friend a sideways glance that Markus choose to ignore.

"Ma'am? Oh goodness," she almost giggled. "In any other situation, I might have been offended," she teased. "Please, call me Miya."

"On one condition… you let me buy you a drink." 

Miya accepted the offer graciously and they began an easy conversation about where Markus was from. A gesture that held the door of opportunity opened for her to remain in their company. 

While she chatted with Markus, Anthony watched her every move, handing on her every word. Her voice was smooth and every bit as sweet as honey; drawing him in a way he did not immediately comprehend. The way a needle of a compass is helplessly drawn by true north.

Thought after thought catapulted its way into his mind, making Anthony feel as though he'd had one too many drinks. Still feeling the warmth of her hand, he smelled her perfume and his mind sprinted dizzyingly. He'd never been so grateful to Markus for carrying the conversation. As she spoke Anthony noticed there was a subtle sensuality about Miya. A trait, which, Anthony found more than appealing. She possessed a certain prowess, a suggestion of intimacy that seemed to radiate from within her. He suddenly understood the folktales he'd heard as a child; the long forgotten sea voyagers who had been lured by the mystical and melodious songs of the Sirens. The eternal playboy in him tried to speak up, to remind him of what they did to the men they enticed, but he dismissed that voice. He'd felt something in Miya. Something that was different from most of the women he met.

As Anthony's mind struggled to figure out what made her so different, a tall, dark-haired man with broad shoulders approached them, and tapped Miya lightly on the shoulder. "Excuse me… Miya, I don't mean to interrupt, but, they're seating for dinner." It was the first time that Anthony realized Miya was not alone for the evening. 

"Oh Alex… thank you," Miya smiled a bit apologetically at him, and began to make polite introductions. "Anthony, Markus, I'd like you to meet someone really close to me. This is Alex." She continued, offering no other explanation as to whom Alex was; but one could only assume. Then motioning to each man as she said, "Alex… this is Anthony and his friend, Markus."

Shaking both men's hands, Alex was thankfully cordial. Though she wouldn't have blamed him if he had been annoyed with her; she had left him with a group of people he didn't know. Miya felt terribly guilty for being so rude, but, standing there next to Anthony, she had honestly forgotten about Alex. 

Smiling warmly, Miya said, "I supposed we should go find out table. Markus it's nice to have met you."

"Well, thank you ma'am, but the pleasure was truly mine."

Turning to Anthony, she smiled and said, "I do hope to see you again, Anthony."

This time he caught it; a look of erotic hunger that ripped through Anthony like a bullet. He wasn't imagining it, he wasn't remembering. That once hidden glimmer of seduction was now open and very real.

Hearing the subtle but unmistakable change in her voice, Alex returned his attention to Miya and instantly her look of craving and lust was gone. Well aware that Alex watched him, Anthony was mindful not to give hint to what he felt inside. Anthony nodded and said, "I look forward to it."

Both men virtually held their breath as Miya and Alex walked away. Waiting until he was sure they were out of earshot, Anthony let out a heavy breath and said quietly, "Tell me you saw that!"

"Holy shit, partner!" Markus said clearly stunned. "I don't want to sound crude, but if that wasn't a 'Come Fuck Me' look, I don't know what is!"

Anthony only nodded, then downed the last of his drink with one easy gulp. He barely noticed the fire that exploded when the alcohol hit his stomach; he mind was grappling with what he'd just seen in Miya's eyes.

While Miya and Alex waited for the rest of their tablemates to join them, they sat huddled together, speaking in hushed tones. Hoping to keep Alex from asking questions, Miya began pointing out who was who, and feeding him the scandalous tidbits that she knew of. 

"…Their daughter's been in rehab for drugs and alcohol 4 times, and she's not even 20 yet," Miya told Alex as she pointed out a snobbish looking couple. "And see that man with the shock of gray hair… kind of looks like Don King. He's got more money than God… but his wife is doing her best to spend it all…"

Alex knew by the way that she jumped quickly from one couple to another, hardly taking a breath in between, that she was avoiding the topic of Anthony and Markus. He would 't push; she'd talk about them in her own time. And he was rather enjoying the bit of gossip.

Miya had been speaking of a particularly sordid affair between the co-chairman of the foundation and the wife of one of the biggest contributors when she heard a quiet voice just behind her. "Actually, I believe it was the daughter, not the wife."

Miya heart sank, embarrassed that someone had overheard her speaking so unfavorably to begin with, but when she saw that it was Anthony of all people, she was simply mortified. Suddenly she felt ridiculous, like a shallow schoolgirl caught spreading rumors in the hall. Miya stammered for something to say as the color splashed high on her cheeks.

Anthony felt bad for embarrassing her. Hoping to ease the situation, he sat next to her and said, "It' ok. Everyone else is probably having the same conversation right now too." He pointed out a few other couples around the room gathered close together as she and Alex had been.

Anthony leaned a bit closer, almost rudely in front of Miya and said to Alex, "Besides, have you seen the wife?" He wrinkled his nose in obvious disfavor as he pointed out a pug-ish looking woman among the crowd.

When Alex looked the other way, Anthony didn't move. He sat almost defiantly, with his face just inches from Miya's. His close proximity invaded her world, overwhelming all of her senses. The subtle and masculine scent of his cologne drifted to her nose. His soft brown eyes held hers. His warm breath caressed her face softly. When her eyes drifted to his lips, he smiled. The sensual and inviting curve of his lips sent her mind careening nearly out of control; Miya was filled with an incredible urge to lean forward and kiss his smiling lips.

She sensed more than saw his eyes dart towards Alex. Immediately she turned away and asked Alex what he thought of the wife. Alex mimicked Anthony by crinkling up his nose too. Miya giggled and nodded. Alex leaned close to Miya, and whispered something to her.

"Hey now," Anthony said, "No secrets."

Alex chuckled and said, "I was just saying that the daughter was no prize either."

Nodding and laughing loudly, Anthony agreed, "Very true."

The tables began to fill quickly as the wait staff busily set out plate after plate. As they waited patiently for dinner to be served Miya struck up conversations with a few of the other couples at the table. She was well aware of Anthony's eyes on her when she spoke, and even when he wasn't looking at her she could literally feel him next to her. His presence was as tangible as any warm afternoon breeze.

The fact that Anthony was seated next to Miya did not go unnoticed by Alex. Not that he minded really, Anthony seemed a decent guy. Alex just found it awfully convenient that out of all the tables in the room, Anthony just happened to land at theirs.

When the waiter finally began placing plates around their table, Anthony put his napkin on his lap. Suddenly Miya felt an electrical charge pulse through out her body; Anthony's warm fingers grazed the soft flesh of her thigh. Somehow, in spite of her wildly pounding heart, she'd managed to keep her composure. They looked at each other and shared an outwardly easygoing smile. But behind the polite display, a welcoming admission gleamed in their eyes.

"I liked that," her eyes seem to say.

"Yes, I know," his returned.

Miya opted to wait to return his gesture. A choice which was due more to heighten the game and not seem too eager, rather than because she was concerned Alex might see her. However, Alex had soon become involved in a conversation with the woman on his right, and Miya knew opportunity knocked. Her pulse quickened, echoing loudly in her ears. Miya retrieved the napkin from her lap. Dabbing the corners of her mouth, she silently prayed her touch would not startle him. Replacing the napkin in her lap, she used the pads of her fingers to stroke Anthony's thigh slowly. They lingered for a moment as if she were contemplating a daring reach further inward. Anthony smiled casually. The pleased look in his eyes sent a wave of excitement throughout her.

Anthony took only a few other opportunities to let his fingers brush her smooth thigh. He grinned to himself thinking of how he had an advantage she did not, when he touched her it was flesh to flesh contact. But Miya played the game well. Waiting patiently until his attention was focused on someone else before letting her fingers dance along his leg. Once she even touched him while she said something to Alex.

The implications of their actions had set both their minds, and bodies in motion. But where would it all lead? The gentle caress of her dainty foot against his leg seemed to answer any and all questions. Miya, too, had hopes of where it would all go from here. Their bold, yet hidden pursuit was really turning her on. Although she couldn't honestly say why, it just was. Maybe it was the nature of the whole thing – a stranger by definition, with whom she shared a deep and obvious attraction, was touching her somewhat suggestively while the rest of the table sat completely unaware.

As dessert came and went, Anthony made one last move to touch Miya. When he leaned forward to speak to Alex, he casually put his right hand on the back of Miya's chair. Not wanting to be rude, she held her glass of wine close to her and leaned back, out of the way.

Again Alex's attention was diverted elsewhere. Anthony saw Miya was smiling softly at him. With the ball of his thumb he played with one of her dress straps, and she closed her eyes. In the span of a single heartbeat, she imagined what it would be like to have his hands slip the straps from her shoulders and peel the material from her body.

For the first time he saw her composure falter; the glass in her hand trembled ever so slightly. He read the look in her eyes; hungry, willing and mirroring everything he felt inside. Anthony nodded. Silently telling her that he not only saw what she wanted, but he wanted it too.

Miya felt dizzy. She tried to shake off the effects of his stare and his touch, but it wasn't easy. The way Anthony looked at her made her feel… what? He made her feel vulnerable but safe, strong yet powerless. She felt like a walking contradiction. Miya gave up on trying to unravel these tangled feelings. She knew that she wanted to touch him, to feel him, and damn the consequences.

While Alex and Anthony discussed the finer points of higher education, such as beer, pizza, and more beer, Miya excused herself politely. Quickly she headed for the ladies room. She locked herself in the furthest stall and dug madly through her purse. Finding what she was looking for, Miya quickly scribbled on the small paper and slipped it back into her purse.




Anthony & Miya: The Beginning



It was now a matter of slipping the note to Anthony without anyone seeing. But one way or another she would find a way to get the note to him. Maybe Markus would help her. Leaving the ladies room, she ducked through one of the side doors and headed outside. She looked up and down the length of the pier-like balcony. Miya easily spotted the very tall and very charming Texan standing with a circle of people laughing, and chatting. She didn't approach the group; she'd wait until he was alone, or until Markus just happened to look her way.

Staring out over the ocean Miya saw the fog that hung over the beach earlier had begun to clear. Just small misty patches remained. It was a beautiful sight, but quickly her mind turned to Anthony. The way he looked at her, the intensity in his eyes. The way he made her feel inside…

"Miya? Are you okay?"

Startled, she turned around quickly, but seeing it was Anthony, she smiled. "Yes, I'm fine. I just… needed some fresh air."

"I didn't mean to startle you." He joined her at the railing, but he never looked out over the panoramic view.

"It's okay. My mind was wandering. I didn't hear you coming."

It was the first time they'd actually been a lone all evening and she was suddenly nervous. About what, she wasn't sure. But as she looked into his eyes, the world began to melt away. The din of the crowd became more distant; the sound of the waves breaking and crashing to shore faded until all she could hear was the beating of her own heart. How long did they stare at each other? She didn't know. Did others see them like this? She wasn't sure. All Miya knew for sure was his smile was like a drug, a wonderful narcotic that she found she'd already become addicted to.

Miya saw his eyes move past her, looking beyond her at the group of men. She turned and saw why she'd briefly lost his attention. Markus was in the middle of a very animated conversation, waving his arms as he spoke and the folks around him whooped and hawed with laughter.

"He's something else, isn't he?" she asked sweetly, thankful for the small reprieve from her feelings.

"That he is," Anthony agreed.

When she turned her eyes back to Anthony she saw he was no longer watching his friend. He had his eyes on something much more interesting. Miya had that same feeling sweep over her again, like she had when he sat defiantly in front of her earlier – wanting so much to lean into him and kiss those smiling lips of his.

Reading her mind, Anthony said, "I have this incredible urge to kiss you right now."

Miya nodded but she didn't move. "Me too," she said softly. Anthony had a way of bringing out a certain amount of boldness in her, allowing her to be honest without fear.

"But not here, right?"

"It wouldn't be the best idea."

"No. I guess it wouldn't," he said. Casually glancing around them, he added, "Especially since there probably ten different people watching us right now."

Miya also took a brief glimpse around and said, "It's amazing, isn't it? How these people thrive on gossip." Anthony nodded. She smiled and mischievously added, "And while voyeurism may have its perks, it doesn't help us find a resolution to this minor impasse, does it?"

Anthony watched a couple approach and stand just a few feet behind Miya. For fear of being overheard, Anthony suddenly became very businesslike. But beneath his professional smile, Miya saw the playfulness glittering in his eyes. "No, it doesn't. And as much as I'd like to give you my own views on that particular subject, I have to say that it's best left for another time. Would you be free one night for dinner? We could discuss the issue further."

Understanding immediately why his demeanor had changed, Miya matched his manner. She added, "Perhaps, but I would have to check my calendar to be sure."

Anthony really liked the way she played this game. She was good at it. Discreetly giving him just enough to pique his interest, but making him work for the rest.

Seeing her perfect opportunity, Miya said, "Let me give you my business card."

"I'm afraid having to wait until Monday to call you isn't much of a solution," Anthony said playfully.

Her coy professionalism never wavered. She smiled as if she was closing on a deal. And in a way she supposed she was. Opening her purse, she put the note she'd written in the ladies room together with one of her business cards. Miya handed them both to him and said, "Perhaps we could find some kind of compromise."

Seeing the handwritten note on the top made Anthony's heart skip a beat. Then he looked at her and his heart nearly stopped all together. Anthony saw that raw hunger rise up in her eyes again. He loved that sluttish gleam behind her professional smile. But for the first time that Anthony could remember, he was speechless. No witty comeback, no sexually-laced comment… nothing. She had bested him this round. 

Miya had to bite back a snicker. "I'd love to hear your point of view sometime."

"The sooner the better." Anthony wanted to kick himself. 'The sooner the better?' That was the best he could do?

"I couldn't agree more." But before she could add anything else, she saw Anthony's eyes shoot past her head again.

Anthony slipped both pieces of paper into his pocket and greeted his friend with a broad smile. "Markus! Dazzling the women with that sense of humor of yours again, I see." Anthony motioned to the circle of people Markus had been chatting with just seconds before.

"Well you know me… just the life of the party."

"It's a dirty job, partner," Anthony said good-naturedly.

Markus nodded and asked, "So what are you two doing out here?"

Miya smiled pleasantly. "I was just telling Anthony what a pleasure it was seeing him again."

Markus feigned a disappointed look on his face, "Oh that sounds like you're leaving."

"Unfortunately, yes," Miya told him. "I have the most awful headache."

"I'm sorry to hear that. It must be this cheap whiskey they're servin'," Markus said, finishing what was in his glass. "Terrible stuff," he added with a wink.

Miya chuckled and said, "It really was a pleasure to meet you Markus."

"The pleasure was all mine, pretty lady. I do hope to see you again," Markus said shaking her hand gently.

Miya smiled warmly at Markus, "I hope so too." Then she turned to Anthony and said, "I'm looking forward to discussing that issue with you as soon as possible, Anthony."

Anthony nodded. He was really looking forward to it as well. "It was great to see you again, Miya. Be careful going home."

"Thank you. You too." She smiled and walked away. She could just imagine the conversation Anthony and Markus would be having within seconds of her leaving.

Miya made her way back to the table, and saw immediately that Alex looked bored, and bit upset. Rightfully so she supposed. Miya sat down next to him and apologized profusely. She told him she wasn't feeling well, and if he didn't mind she'd like to leave.

"That's okay, I was getting kinda bored anyway."

"You looked like you were enjoying yourself when I left."

"Yeah, it wasn't too bad," Alex said. "But your friend left not long after you did. In fact, I was beginning to think maybe you two had skipped out."

Miya chuckled, laughing off his comment coolly. But she did feel a certain amount of guilt for leaving him alone for so long. Hoping the words didn't sound as much of a lie as they felt, she said, "Actually, I've been trying to hunt down something for this headache."

"That bad?" he asked. Miya nodded. "Sure then. Let's go."

Outside, Markus looked at Anthony and asked, "Okay why're you smilin' like the cat that ate the mouse?"

"No reason," Anthony said.

"You know what they say, partner – 'You can't bullshit a bullshitter.' Now, 'fess up."

Anthony had to laugh. Markus had a way of cutting through the nonsense and getting right down to it. "Okay, okay. I suppose it would have a little to do with this," Anthony said pulling the small piece of paper from his pocket.

"Lemme guess… a phone number and a 'Call me anytime' note," Markus asked while Anthony read what Miya had written.

Buoyantly Anthony replied, "Better!"

"Better?"

"Much. These are directions."

Honestly confused, Markus asked, "Directions? To where?"

Sarcastically Anthony retorted, "To the moon… where d'ya think? To her house!" Although it seemed impossible to do, Anthony's grin widened even more, "And… she wants me to come over… tonight."

"Tonight?"

"You know, this would go faster if you didn't repeat everything I said."

Realizing how ridiculous he sounded, Markus laughed. "Well, What're you gonna do?"

"First, I'm gonna drop you off at home, and then I'm going to drive like a bat out of hell to her place."

Laughing Markus said, "Well, at least I get a ride home. If it was me, I'd have left you here."

"Markus, you're a helluva friend," Anthony said amusingly. "But get your shit and let's go."

As he drove, Anthony filled Markus in on a few details. He wasn't bragging or boasting about what had happened with Miya. But it was one of those things you just had to share with someone. All Markus could do was smile. He rather liked Miya, and thought she might do Anthony some good.

Just as Markus was getting out of the car, Anthony called out after him. "Hey partner, do me a favor?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"If I don't show up for work on Monday, don't come looking for me."

"Anyone ever tell you you're one smart-assed S.O.B.?"

"No, just a lucky one," Anthony said waving the piece of paper almost triumphantly.

Anthony hit the highway and in no time nudged the car close to 90. Deciding that a speeding ticket (or worse) could severely dampen his evening, Anthony dropped his speed back. He set the cruise control to make sure he took the rest of the drive a bit slower.

He remembered the way her hand felt on his thigh. He thought of the way she smiled at him, her eyes blazing with lust. Ideas of what was going to happen between them filled his mind. The way she looked at him, the things she'd said told him it was a sure thing that something would happen. He just wasn't sure how it would come about. But thinking about it made him smile.

Anthony was in such deep thought as he flew along the highway, that he damn near missed the exit altogether. Seeing the bright green exit marker almost a moment too late, he hit the brakes and veered to the right. The back tired slipped and fishtailed wildly on the loose gravel. Suddenly the stop sign at the top of the off-ramp approached much too quickly, forcing Anthony to step on the brake hard. He heard the high pitch wail of the tires as he came to a violent halt. Frustrated, he reached to snatch the volume down on the stereo and realized it hadn't even been on. He sat at the stop sign for a few seconds cussing at himself for being so careless. He looked around and felt thankful that no one was around to see his bit of stunt driving.

It wasn't that much further from the highway to Miya's house. But Anthony was rather unfamiliar with this area, and with that wild stop just a few miles back still fresh in his mind, he drove much slower. Not to mention it was damned dark out here and one never knew what might be lurking around each bend in the road.

Anthony followed her directions carefully. Driving along the darkened road, he made out the house numbers on each mailbox that stood like sentry men along the road. Anthony began to slow until he found the one with the right address. He turned and followed the long driveway. He wondered if he'd taken another road, but as he rounded a grove of trees he saw the house. It was until then that Anthony began to get nervous. As if to validate this anxiety, his stomach did an almost nauseating flip.

Anthony followed the gravel drive around the side of the house until he finally saw Miya's car, parked right where she said it would be. Anthony turned off the engine, got out, and looked around; immediately noticing how quiet it was, save for a few tree frogs somewhere off in the distance.

"You look lost, city boy," her voice was like an angel in the night.

Looking around to the large country-style house, Anthony spoke into the darkness. Though he didn't see her immediately, he smiled anyway and said, "Actually, I am. I'm looking for the beautiful woman that invited me here." He finally spotted her on the veranda of the second floor when she stood from her chair.

"You're quite the sweet-talker," she said grinning.

"No ma'am, just being honest," he said matching her smile.

"Ma'am? Did Markus teach you that?"

"I taught him."

Laughing softly she said, "Let me get the gate," and disappeared into the house. Seconds later he heard the locking mechanism unbolt, and then her pretty face reappeared.

She stood for a moment just staring at him. "I'm really happy you came."

"I'm really happy you invited me."

As Anthony stepped through the gate, he took in his new surroundings with the curious eye of anyone in a new environment. Instantly he was submerged in a whole new world. Hidden behind the high privacy gate was a striking and impressively landscaped yard. It was difficult to miss the lit swimming pool steaming in the night's cool air. He heard the quiet flowing of water and noticed the Japanese pond that trickled into the pool through a series of small cascading waterfalls. He even noticed that beyond the large expanse of grass was a manicured to perfection shrub-lined path leading into the distant darkness.

"Wow! This is quite a layout you have here," he said.

"Oh thank you. It's my haven," she said proudly.

"Haven or Heaven?"

"Perhaps both," she said leading him towards the house. Following her, Anthony was as unable as he was unwilling to take his eyes off her swaying hips. He smiled. Her backside looked just as good in jeans as it did in the tight party dress. 

Miya knew that he was watching her ass. Turning suddenly, she'd caught him staring. She had to smile despite herself. "Could I get you something to drink?"

Anthony knew he'd been busted dead to rights, and could only grin somewhat sheepishly. "Whatever you're having would be fine."

"Are you sure? I have just about anything one could ever want."

The words, "indeed you do," formed on Anthony's lips, but he bit then back at the last second. "Point me in the right direction then."

She led him into the house, switching the lights on as she made her way through the dining room, and into the kitchen. She pointed to an island that jutted off one of the counters in a long L-shape. "Underneath. Pick your poison," she said as she got ice for her drink.

Much as Anthony had watched her minutes earlier, Miya watched him from behind while he poured a drink for himself. She bit her lip as her eyes roamed and took in the sight. What details her eyes couldn't see, her mind provided instantly. But unlike he, she managed to avert her eyes just in time when he turned to look at her.

Despite what had transpired between them earlier at the party, an uncomfortable second passed between them. As they stared at each other, they were nervous and eager at the same time. Each in their own way had dreamed of this moment since first laying eyes on each other. On those endless nights when sleep would not come, they envisioned a hundred different scenarios. Each knew what they, and the other wanted, but standing here, both were almost too afraid to move.

"Ice?" she offered, breaking the awkward silence.

"No, thank you." Thankful she had thought of something to say. All of the self-assuredness and bold behavior he had displayed earlier in the night had momentarily left him. He felt 16 again, unsure of how to move on from here.

Miya asked, "Did you have any trouble?"

Not ready to admit to his stupidity just yet, Anthony chuckled and said, "No, not really."

"Good, I'm glad. These country roads can be kind of dangerous at night."

"Actually, the highway seems worse," he said, stifling a grin behind his glass.

"C'mon, I'll show you around."

Anthony obliged. Walking side by side, she led him around from room to room. Speaking softly of how she'd come to own such a large house and property. He could plainly see the pride she held, and rightly so. It was a magnificent home and yard.

Whether by design or default, they had ended up in her bedroom.

"Actually," she began, "this is one of my favorite places in the world to be. But… to understand I have to turn off the lights."

Anthony looked at her curiously. She switched of the small table lamp, and both were engulfed in brief darkness. Then the room began to lighten more and more. She was pulling the light curtains to the sides, revealing several windows and casting the room in a silvery splendor. When she was done Anthony saw that, in effect, the entire wall was nothing but glass. The smaller panes of glass surrounded a set of double doors, creating one large floor to ceiling window.

She opened the double doors and leaned against the doorjamb. She held out an inviting hand to him. When he was at her side, she gazed out to the large and serene yard.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Extremely," he said, but his voice was different somehow.

Miya turned to look at him and she saw that he was looking at her. Her lips curved into a pretty smile. 

"I meant the view."

"So did I."

Slightly embarrassed Miya looked away. With one hand he gently turned her face to his. His heart began to beat frantically as he searched her eyes. Seeing all that she was thinking and everything she wanted, Anthony leaned closer. For a moment they stood like this, their eyes blazing and their lips just inches apart. He could smell the wine on her soft breath. His eyes holding hers until finally, his lips touched hers with the single most tender kiss Miya had ever experienced.

But then she pulled back. For a heart-stopping moment, Anthony was afraid she would turn away again. When she looked at him, her lips gave way to a soft smile. He saw the light in her eyes that enticed him to begin with. It was that sparkle that made him feel like a damn teenager again; sending a shiver down his spine, turning his knees to water and making his heart beat like mad.

Dear god, he could hardly breathe when she looked at him like that. Anthony brushed a rogue strand of hair from her face. He saw his fingers tremble slightly when he touched her cheek. He held her gaze and almost whispered, "I want so much to make love to you Miya. But if it's too soon, I understand."

"I've dreamed of nothing else since the first time I met you."

Miya almost seemed to blush as she confessed to him. But her openness was refreshing. There were no pretenses to Miya, and maybe that's what he found so damn desirable about her. He had noticed at dinner, she spoke her mind. Something most people couldn't do if their lives depended on it. They either lacked the actual words or they simply lacked the intelligence. Miya was one of those few people that not only knew what she thought, but she had the means by which to say exactly what was on her mind. If words failed her, her eyes spoke volumes.

Anthony only nodded and smiled. He too had wanted nothing more, but at the moment, he could hardly breathe, much less speak. He felt like the wind had been knocked out of him.

Then she was in his arms, her lips on his, softly at first. But the tender kisses soon became impassioned. He wrapped his arms around her tighter. He could feel her hardened nipples poking gently through her blouse. The heavenly aroma of her perfume invaded his nose. Her wine sweetened kisses were intoxicating, dizzying.

Anthony let his hand move down her back, over the gentle swell of her buttocks. Miya almost wiggled into his hand as he cupped her ass and squeezed gently. She raised her leg slightly, and rubbed it against his thigh. The muscles beneath his hand tightened. His other hand became entwined in her silky dark hair, holding her close he kissed her hungrily. His lips moved to her mouth to her neck, and she moaned softly. Anthony's fingers seemed to move of their own volition, wrapping deeper into her flowing hair, then tugging her head back. Like a beast on its prey, his teeth grazed her flesh. Another throaty sound filled the room. 




Anthony & Miya: The Beginning



Her sound, her feel, her perfume, everything about her drove him crazy. If not for the sheer crudity of it, he would have pulled her to the floor and taken her right then, right there.

Miya did not try to control her desires. She slipped her hands between their entangled bodies, and her fingers made quick work of the buttons on his shirt. Though she did not remove his shirt, or even open it by much, she touched his flesh for the first time. Smiling as her palms passed through the dark hair on his chest. Beneath, she could feel the rapid rhythm of his heart.

Again that feeling of drunkenness stole over Anthony. The woman what he'd spent countless nights dreaming of was slipping the shirt from him. He was helpless to stop her delicate hands from exploring his body; they moved through his hair, and then over his chest and stomach. Slowly her hands traveled further downward until she boldly found his growing manhood. It was Anthony's moans that now filled the silence; she was massaging his cock, making it hard. Making it throb and ache.

Somehow she had managed to back him against the opposite doorjamb. She was kissing him everywhere, his lips, his jaw then his neck. Before he could even think, she began to move lower. Kissing his chest while her nails teased his nipples. He felt her warm tongue trailing downward along his stomach. He didn't stop her but watched with open delight as she slowly lowered herself along his body. Kissing, touching, teasing his taut flesh. Her nails traced lazy designs down his sides as she positioned herself.

Skillfully she unhooked his belt. Anthony stood breathless as she undid the button to his trousers. He leaned his head back against the door and closed his eyes, resigning himself to her will. Miya could feel his full-grown member pressing forward, begging to be released. Slowly she slid the zipper down, one notch at a time. Unzipping his pants relieved the pressure somewhat, but her painstaking movement drove Anthony absolutely mad. 

Miya could see the outline of his engorgement perfectly behind one more barrier of clothing. She slipped his pants over his hips and let them drop. He toed off his shoes, and held on to the door as Miya helped him to step out. She ran her hands up his lean legs with the intention to remove that last obstacle. Her mind was cataloging everything about him. The way he breathed a bit harder the higher she moved. The way his skin felt under her hands, his firm muscles flexing. She even noticed the birthmark he had just above the waistband of his underwear. Just before removing them, she ran a palm over his bulge, feeling it, almost petting it. 

Anthony groaned.

With that she very carefully pulled the waistband out and over his engorged cock. The cool night air danced over the newly exposed flesh and sent a shiver over his body. The sight of such an impressive erection made her smile. Miya licked her lips with lust; she wanted so badly to taste him. Gingerly she took his tumescence in her tiny hand, and held him so that she could bring her lips to it. Anthony's breath caught in his throat when her warm breath feathered over the swollen head. For a moment he didn't move, not even to breathe. Anthony tried to steady himself. But when the warmth of her tongue met his rigid flesh, his knees buckled, he grabbed the doorjamb abruptly and moaned with great pleasure.

Miya let her tongue slowly flitter over the sensitive flesh. Reveling in his taste, in that manly vibrancy and richness. Careful to take her time, to feel the smooth flesh or the ridges and bumps with her tongue. She voiced her pleasure with quiet "Mmmm's" of satisfaction. She listened to the sounds of his breathing. She heard him murmur and moan as her tongue sensuously bathed him and her delicate fingers followed. Only when his entire length was wet did she allow him to slip between her lips. Together their sounds mingled in the stillness.

Her wet mouth surrounded the head and washed over his body like a warm tide.

The way his cock filled her mouth sent waves of pleasure that centered squarely between her own legs.

Carefully Anthony pressed his hips forward, begging to enter her mouth deeper. Eagerly she accepted his stiff flesh. Her tongue slid against the thick vein on the underside of his shaft. Her soft lips applied gentle pressure as he moved effortlessly between them. Slowly they began to move; she drew him into her mouth when he urged his hips forward. Then slowly glided back over his shaft as he retreated.

For several minutes Miya stroked him with her mouth and tongue. She heard him moan and sigh when her fingers gently touched his sacks. Very lightly, she drew her nails over his shaven balls, and Anthony shivered at the new sensation. Then she cupped them carefully, feeling their heat, their weight against her palm. Her mouth never stopping or even slowing while her delicate fingers opened and closed around them.

Miya placed her hands on his thighs, stopping his movement. Then Anthony watched her press forward, deepening him into her mouth. He knew what she was going to do, and he held his breath in anticipation. She pushed forward until the head sat at the back of her mouth; she fought the natural reflex to gag. Quickly the urge passed and Anthony groaned loudly as she began to deep-throat him. Miya slowly pulled back, retreating almost completely, then pressed forward again, letting him slide even deeper. She moved with precision and perfection. Letting the thick head slide in and out of her small throat. When she had taken as much of him as she possibly could, she tried to moan around him, but he blocked her sound. Pulling back and moaning at the same time sent a vibration that rumbled up his staff. He leaned his head back against the door again, and took in several deep intakes of air.

To Anthony it was the most fabulous sensation. But her manipulating him like this was almost too much to bear. He could feel his orgasm building. Especially when she would pull nearly off his cock and then recklessly launch herself forward and swallow him. She could definitely make him cum this way if he let her. Once again Miya propelled her head towards him, only this time she held her position. She started to work her muscles as if trying to swallow him whole. Miya felt his entire body stiffen when the tight muscles of her throat began to spasm around his thickness.

Hearing his ragged gasps she glanced up and saw him watching her. She had to know that he was straining not to explode because she grinned around him. Seeing her sinful red lips wrapped around his dick, and a wicked gleam in her eye didn't help ease his struggle. In fact it only made it worse. Miya was now using her hand and mouth, gliding along the entire length of his cock. Stroking him with long strides. Taking him fully and deeply into her wet warmth, squeezing her fingers slightly.

Suddenly he grabbed her head and blurted, "Stop!" Mercifully she stopped for the moment and Anthony let his head drop back against the doorframe, he sighed loudly. "Almost, Miya."

Miya moaned audibly around him and began to move slowly once again. His hands were still in her hair and he was guiding her along his shaft, although she really didn't need help. It was obvious that Miya thoroughly enjoyed sucking cock, and could do so with great skill. Using her tongue, lips and fingers in the most wonderful of ways.

Even though Miya had started slowly, her pace had again increased. She was soon driving her head rapidly forward and back. Anthony could feel the pressure building much faster this time as she forced him to the brink. Hoarsely Anthony whispered, "Stop Miya."

But this time Miya wouldn't be stopped with simple words. Anthony had to tighten his grip in her hair. Although he kept her head from moving, her tongue was relentless rubbing and pressing his thick flesh. Then she began to suckle at him. Anthony's once strong voice was shaky, and unlike his own. "Holy Christ," he murmured. He took in more loud gasps of air and his body started to tremble.

Anthony teetered dangerously at the very limit of self-control. He was fighting with everything he had not to cum yet. But when she looked up at him, he saw how badly she wanted it. Her eyes all but begged him; she wanted to feel him erupt, to fill her mouth.

"Are you sure?" he asked thickly. Suddenly her mouth became greedy in answer. Loud wet noises filled the room as her efforts seem to double. He watched the way his cock glistened then disappeared between her beautiful lips; the way she seemed to smile up at him. It was all he needed to send him over the edge.

His chest heaved rapidly as he warned, "I'm cumming, Miya." Anthony's head dropped back, his entire body stiffened and a lengthy growl filled the room.

Miya felt him burst violently, almost instantly filling her hungry mouth. Eagerly she swallowed, reveling in the tangy taste of his creamy, hot gift. In her tiny hand, Miya felt the thick vein pumping, sending another volley through his shaft. Miya pulled back slightly, affording him a wonderful view of another sticky load splashing on to her tongue. Anthony watched, wide-eyed as she drank of him, swallowing all he had to offer. When the last of the spasms stopped, she suckled him again, but with a care and tenderness he hadn't expected.

He helped her to stand. As he brought her close, leaning to kiss her, she pulled back slightly. Anthony felt her unease in kissing him with his taste still hot on her tongue. His soft smiled calmed her apprehension, then he whispered, "It's okay. I don't mind."

Relieved, Miya kissed him. "Thank you," she said quietly.

Anthony never had a woman thank him for cumming in her mouth and he wasn't sure how to respond. "I… I should be thanking you. You're very good at that." Miya all but beamed. "But now I have a minor dilemma."

Miya tilted her head a bit and looked at him questioningly. "What do you mean?"

"Well, now I have to think of something to repay you with."

She grinned. "Anything in particular?" she asked.

"Only about a million different things," he said as his fingers worked the small buttons on her blouse. Slowly, more and more of his new bounty came into view. Her firm mounds of creamy flesh were held at bay by the lightest of lace. And even in the low light, he could see the darker flesh that encircled her hard, and pointed nipples. He marveled at the fullness of each erect bud.

Anthony slipped the shirt from her shoulders, letting it catch in the bend of her arms. He thought she looked so sexy leaning against the door, her shirt half on, and her brown flesh glowing in the moon's luminescence.

Miya wiggled free from the blouse and she reached behind her to unhook her bra. Once freed from their lace covering Anthony began lavishing each breast with an attention like she had never before experienced. He used both hands to cup the abundant rounds and push them together. Immediately his mouth went to the deep vale between them, placing tender kisses on the swells of each one Miya sighed and arched her back, pushing her tits even further into Anthony's hands. His fiery fingertips catered to each of her rock solid nipples. Teasing one with his tongue and lips while rolling the other between his fingers.

"Oh god yes," she said almost inaudibly.

Anthony moved from one to the other, revering the taste the feel of each full and sweet breast. His regard and vigilance stoked an already blazing fire within her body. The warmth of his tongue and lips evoked from her pleasurable sound that drifted off into the night.

Very slowly Anthony began to kiss his way down her belly. Smelling the lightest hint of her perfume as he made his way ever lower. He paused for a brief moment, looked up at her and smiled broadly. With one confident tug, all the buttons of her jeans gave way.

"Oooh," she whispered with a grin.

Seeing the waistband of her panties Anthony wasted no time. He desperately needed and wanted what was beneath. Helping her to wiggle free of her jeans, he caught that dizzying scent of her arousal.

A thick growl flowed sexily from her throat when a cool breeze whispered through the opened door and over her body. Anthony noticed her flesh prickle with tiny little bumps, covering her body. He stood, taking her by the hand he led her toward the huge pillowy bed. Reaching the foot of the bed, Anthony paused only briefly to kiss her lips. Then bending at the knees, he started to lower himself before her; grabbing the tiny panties as he went down. He peeled them slowly off. His eyes gleamed hungrily at the smallest tuft of dark brown hair she'd kept just above her slit; everything below was shaven.

Once he'd removed her panties, he guided her to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Miya leaned back, propping herself on the palms of her hands. Smiling she watched him intently; his hands gently, but purposefully pushing her knees further apart until she sat with her legs spread wide. Her smooth pink lips were glossy, glinting in the dim light. He pulled her closer, seating her on the very edge of the bed and leaned his head forward. He drew in a deep breath, letting that unmistakable scent fill his world.

His eyes met hers. She was gnawing on her bottom lip in anticipation of his next move. Their gaze never breaking, Anthony's tongue sought and found her silky smooth labia. The warmth and deliberate caress of his tongue rushed through her like a current. Her head fell back as the sensation tingled up her spine, the flesh of her nipples tightened, her fingers clutched at the material below her. A drawn out groan of exquisite pleasure escaped her lips. To Anthony's ears it was the sexiest sound he'd ever heard. Deep and throaty, as if it had come from the very core of her being. He wanted nothing more than to hear it over and over. His tongue snaked out, pointed and hard, he let it flicker along her moist, soft lips. And again, he elicited that melodious sound from her. But as he tasted her, his voice joined hers.

For what seemed to be an eternity to Miya, Anthony teased her like this. Only lapping at the outer lips, and intentionally avoiding the heart of her wetness. Teasing her pussy. Taunting her until her body writhed and quaked. Sensually tormenting her until her soft moans had become loud and untamed demands.

"Oh God," she cried over and over. "Please! Please Anthony… touch me. Lick me baby, please…" she begged breathlessly. 

Finally he gave into her pleas. His fingers gently spread her lips apart. His tongue flattened, wide and warm, dragging slowly from as far down as he could reach, through the center of her drenched lips. Another surge flowed through Miya when he found the immediate source of her wetness, though he only darted quickly in and out. Before she could take another loud breath his tongue traveled persistently higher.

When he reached her hard and jutting clit, he flicked it with the tip of his tongue, feeling every muscle in her body flinch and tremble. Anthony batted it up… then down. He swirled his tongue around it, over it. He pushed it from right to left. When he finally drew the sensitive bud between his lips, he heard her gasp harshly.

Miya's legs jerked and twitched involuntarily when one thick finger dipped into her. Immediately her muscles tried to draw him in, but he waited. He liked the way her pussy tightened and released. Anthony released her clit from its wet prison. He watched his forefinger sink deeply before retreating just as slowly. Slick and shimmering, he urged it forward again, and began a pleasant and methodical finger-fuck. Deliberately taking his time. Watching her, letting her enjoy every second.

He took her clit between his lips again, suckling the tender bud while he used a second finger and worked them deep inside her. Wiggling and scissoring them open and closed the best he could in the tightly confined walls.

Her pussy quivered around his digits… constricting, releasing, and constricting again.

Although Anthony could not see her face, her eyes flew open wide. Her fingers clawed at the bedspread below. Her once soft moans of pleasure had now become a loud melody of incoherent utterances. Anthony knew she was about to cum for him. He groaned and growled against her cleft, urging her on. He applied the tiniest bit of pressure around her clit, wiggling his fingers faster.

Another long and drawn out growl filled his ears. Her tight walls clamped down on Anthony's fingers. Anthony felt her hands in his hair tugging almost painfully, pulling him closer still. Her hips began grinding, gyrating madly.

Miya dropped her head back. Loudly she proclaimed her victory, "Oh god! God! Yes! Yes!!"

He felt her body tremble and twitch as she rode out the wave of ecstasy. He'd let go of her clit so that he could watch her climax. But he kept moving his fingers. Leaving them firmly planted, until her wild thrashings slowed and her breath had become more measured. When the last of the tremors had past over her, he removed his fingers. Glittering with sweet nectar, he brought them to his own mouth and tasted the juices that had flowed from her. Miya surprised him somewhat by leaning forward, and let her own tongue lap his coated fingers. She grinned wickedly at him as she licked his fingers clean. He could see the fire burning fiercely in her eyes. He smiled broadly, knowing that she was just getting started. 

As if to prove this point, Miya leaned back and grinned mischievously. She hooked an arm around his neck and began to skitter backwards on the bed, pulling him with her until he was on top of her. His body was warm and heavy on hers and she loved the way it felt.

Anthony poised his cock at her entrance. And though he was throbbing, wanting to impale her, he took his time instead. Watching her face as he began to enter. Her tightness eagerly giving way to his thickly engorged head. She moaned softly, uttering small "ooh's" and "ohh's". But Anthony held his breath until he was buried deep within the velvet lined walls. Pausing for a moment, relishing in the feel of her. Letting the heat of her body engulf him, and seep into him.

Slowly they began to move as one. Each watching the pleasure they brought to the other. He caressed her face tenderly as he slid easily in and out of her. She smiled at him as she brought her hips forward and back, matching his rhythm. A chorus of pleasure drifted into the silence of the night.

Unavoidably their tender and deliberate moves yielded to their desires. They had spent months dreaming of gently making love, but those romantic dreams were gone. No, perhaps not gone, but simply replaced by raw hunger; unbridled lust now reigned.

Miya and Anthony had become an entanglement of limbs. He hooked one of her legs in the crook of his arm, and he drove into her hard. She cradled his head at the nape of her neck, feeling his breath, hot and fast on her flesh.

He let go of her leg, and immediately it joined the other around his waist, flexing and using him for leverage. Anthony watched her face, he kissed her lips, he whispered hotly into her ears. She responded with her body. Using to show her pleasure, using it to give him pleasure as well. Her voice hung in the air, filling the room. All the while, his body moved with a jackhammer-like quality; hard, fast and relentless.

When Anthony felt he could no longer continue like this without cumming, he rolled Miya over so that she straddled his body. Her tits swayed against his chest, his coarse hair grazed her nipples, making them peaked and hard. It was she who now had her mouth against his neck; her teeth teased that tender flesh. Her voice was soft in his ear. 

She began to lift and drop her weight, pushing and pulling her buttery pussy along his entire length. Letting her desire build until her bucking hips would drive him hard into the bed. Watching his face twist and contort, hearing his hard breathing as he attempted to fight off his approaching orgasm. She'd let him teeter over the edge briefly, careful not to let him go over that edge. And then reel him back by slowing her pace, and start all over again.