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Beautiful

By: spankableBelle



"What are you doing?" 

"Gazing."

"Gazing?"

"Oh yes. And dreaming."

"Dreaming?"

"Inhaling. Devouring. Hungering."

"Why?"

His eyes lifted to her face, surprised to find that she truly did not know. "You're beautiful."

She felt the blush steal across her face and rather than suffer his open and honest expression, she closed her eyes and tried to will herself into that place of nothingness where she couldn't be hurt or swept away on the tide of sensuality and passion; of romance and love. She wasn't beautiful. She knew that. Everyone else knew that, too. She was average at best with plump thighs and wide hips and sagging breasts and stretch marks that stretched from here to there and back again. Her hair was nondescript and her eyes lacked that telltale sparkle and glitter of the sexed and sexy.

His fingers high up between her legs brought her out of her reverie and her lashes lifted, her gaze suspended and trapped deep within his black eyes. 

"Don't hide from me, Belle."

"It's not true," her small southern voice stated with the conviction of years of rejection.

"But it is true. Right here, you are more beautiful than any woman; past, present, and future." 

His 'right here' was punctuated with a long slow circle though dripping wetness. 

"Right here you are perfect. Slick and silky smooth. Drenched with juices from deep inside. So true a response to touch; to my touch and to your own." He inhaled, using his entire upper body, as though to trap her within his senses. His exhale was slow and soft, heated breath on already heated skin causing shivers and a light coating of goosebumps. "Your scent is strong, almost to the point of being overpowering. There is nothing delicate and sickly sweet about you here. It is all raw and raunchy and fucking scented. A pure smell of true sex."

Her blush deepened at his whispered growls and moans of pleasure with every slide of his fingers. 

"This is pussy, baby." His fingers were between every fold and puffy lip, up under the hood of her clitoris and down deep inside of her body. "Pussy and cunt and fuck hole and sex and vagina. It is sacred. It is humbling. It is beautiful, truly and uniquely beautiful. It is what makes you woman. And this..." He held up his fingers coated with juices, thick and opaque in whiteness. "This is what makes you my woman."

In slow, savoring motions, his tongue snaked out to lick her off his fingers. And she watched, amazed at his pleasure. It was in his eyes and in the slant of his mouth when he looked over his hand and smiled at her. 

"You really think that I'm beautiful?"

There was a slight yet wicked pause where her soul floundered. And then, he spoke.

"Infinitely so, precious. When you are lying in the middle of my bed with your legs wide open and your sweet puss shaved smooth glistening in the candlelight with your honeyed pot overflowing onto your thighs and down between your bottom cheeks, yes, I think you are beautiful."

It was then, when she smiled, that her eyes glittered and sparkled, that the stretch marks disappeared, and that her plumpness became lush and erotic. Beauty is said to be in the eyes of the beholder…and she is no less than beholden to the heart and carnal mind of her Beast.

Beautiful



A little fluffy romantic diddy I wrote in an hour. I really like when butches worship femmes. ;) Constructive criticism is welcome, as I'm fairly new to writing this sort of stuff. Thanks. 

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I'm lying on the couch in just a white t-shirt and panties, watching TV and stuffing potato chips in my mouth, when she comes home. I stiffen for a moment, but she doesn't seem too interested in me. She sighs heavily as she slips her jacket off, tossing that and her briefcase on the table. I lower the volume and look at her, now sitting at the table with her hands in her short blonde hair. I guiltily shove away the tinges of lust, which are hard to help when she's dressed like that in a suit and tie.

"Babe?" I asked softly. She looks at me and smiles wearily but says nothing. I take this as my cue, turn off the TV, and in moments I am behind her, massaging her tenderly. She says nothing, but her eyes are closed and she's leaning her head back into my stomach, so I know she's enjoying it. 

"Thank you," she murmurs after a bit, one hand reaching up towards my arm, caressing it.

"Of course. What's wrong?"

She shakes her head. "Nothing. Just a stressful day."

"I think you should take the jacket off. It'll help."

She nods and sheds the black, Italian-styled suit jacket, letting it drop to the floor. I can feel her sinewy back muscles under the white cotton dress shirt. I lean down, my lips barely touching her ear.

"Don't you always yell at me for doing stuff like that?"

She chuckles and turns so that her lips graze mine.

"I do," she concedes, and kisses me softly. I return it passionately - I've been wanting her all day. I quickly maneuver so myself so I'm sitting on her lap, silently delighting in the way the suit fabric feels against my bare legs, and how I'm practically naked while she is clothed in her immaculate men's suit. 

Her hands roam underneath my shirt, gently slipping underneath my underwear and cupping my ass.

"Fuck," she said in between kisses, "I wasn't expecting to get into this."

I pull away and raise my eyebrows at her, mock pouting.

"You don't want this?"

She smirks and fingers the material of my shirt. "How can I not? Very alluring."

I scrunch my nose. "Well, fine then," I say, and promptly tear it off. She stared at my naked body with that look that turns me on so much, when she looks almost shocked at what she's witnessing, and how incredibly turned on it makes her. I straddle her so that my clit is just above hers. My eyes widen in shock as I feel the hard bulge of a dildo underneath. 

"Why are you wearing that?" 

"I had different plans this morning," she admits, half-smiling. I bite my lip and bring my face close to hers, her eyes right below mine. 

"Is that better?" I whisper, gyrating slowly. She's breathing heavily as her hands run up and down my back. She doesn't break eye contact once.

"Yes." Her voice is weak. I know that this is one of those rare times where I have control. They are far and few in between, but absolutely thrilling as occasional treats. 

I bring both hands up and tenderly clasp the sides of her face.

"Do you love me?" I ask. She nods, and I can tell she wants to kiss me, the way she keeps trying to bring her lips to mine. 

"Tell me."

She can't fight off a smile at me ordering her to do something, but she tells me anyway.

"I love you, I love you like no one has ever loved anyone before. I worship you, I'm possessed by you, I'm yours entirely and completely. You are my goddess, and I live to please you, in every way."

She knows I like it a bit on the dramatic side.

My teeth are sinking into my lip as I move my hips, the throbbing in my clit intensifying. I'm moaning uncontrollably, but I've still not looked away from her eyes, which look almost agonized. 

"I worship you, I'm yours. I worship you, I worship you," she repeats, her voice rasping. 

I can't help it. I kiss her voraciously, crying out the whole time. One hand holds my waist, the other behind my ear, fist full of my hair. She's quite respectful when we're like this - never attacks my breast or ass unless I specifically ask for it. 

I will myself to pull away and sink down between her legs. She bits one side of her lip, unable to conceal her anticipation. I slowly unbuckle her belt, slipping it through her pants and tossing it over my shoulder. I give her a bratty wink as I do so, making her grin. 

I unzip her and pull out the dildo, long and black. It's my favorite one. I begin to suck it the way I know she likes it, alternating between long, languorous licks up and down the shaft, and taking it deep down my throat, locking eyes with her as I do so. 

Watching the pleasure unfold on her face is a satisfaction beyond comparison. She looks beautiful and despaired, like what she's feeling is too much. She lets her guard down when we are like this, and she lets me know just how much power I have over her through her reaction. She caresses the back of my head tenderly.

After a bit, I pull away, and stand up before her. She opens her mouth, but doesn't say anything. She doesn't move. She can only drag her eyes up and down my body and wait. 

I extend my hand to take hers. She takes it and rises, following me to the couch. I gently push her down and straddle her, now more comfortable with the plush leather underneath my knees. 

"What do you want?" My voice is lightly taunting.

"To be inside you, my goddess. Please."

I lick my lips and bring a finger to my chin, as though in thought.

"More."

A heavy exhale. She's going to commit herself now. 

"Please, god, please fuck me," she begins to beg, pulling me close to her so our faces are touching, "please, I need you, I need to be inside you, I need you Serena, I need you, I need you, you have no idea how badly, I'll die if you don't fuck me right now, I'm nothing without you, please."

My entire body is flushed and hot at the sound of her openly pleading with me, and I can't help but want to push it to the edge. After all, that's what she does to me. Besides, this is hot, but affected. I need her to really beg. 

I reach down, beneath the dildo, finding her clit, softly grazing it, not enough to make her come. My other hand rakes her chest, up and down, which I know she loves.

She's moaning uncontrollably, still begging, "please, oh my god, fuck, fuck, Serena, holy shit, please, god you can't do that, that's not fair, just fuck me, I'm fucking begging you, please, please, Serena please..."

Finally, after about a good two minutes of this, when I think she's going to actually start to cry, I slip the dildo inside me, and begin to fuck it, hard. I know the angle that hits her clit, and I tease her by pounding against it in intervals. 

I lift my breasts to her mouth, making her suck on them, take them in completely as her eyes roll in the back of her heads. She squeezes them, lick and biting them, worshipping them completely. 

"How fucking beautiful you are," she says, her voice crackling. Once she has her hands and mouth on my breast she can't get enough of them, her tongue sloping up and down, pushing them together and marveling at how full they are. 

I feel close to coming, and the only thing that will send me over the edge is hearing her come. I began to gyrate intensely where I know she can feel it most, and begin kissing her neck by her ear, tracing circular patterns and lightly biting. 

"Fuck, don't stop, don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop," and I know that she's close to coming when she uses that demanding voice on me. I have no inclination of stopping anyway. The beginnings of the orgasm roil inside me, and I shiver just moments before it bursts.

She gasps loudly and says "God," before she is rendered incoherent, groaning and trembling uncontrollably underneath me. My orgasm leaves me seeing spots, my body heated up from the inside out, melting against her.

Hearing her come like that, I think, is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard. 

When my orgasm subsides, I realize I'm exhausted. I'm collapsed against her, listening to our out-of-sync breathing. Finally, when the heat becomes to much to bear, I let myself slump over to the side, relishing in the cool surface of the couch. 

She lightly caresses my legs, looking down at me dumbfounded. 

"I don't know how you always manage to get that to happen."

"Not always," I say. "It's a rare and delectable treat."

"It's more than I'm used to. But fuck, that was hot." She grins lazily as she looks up. "Really hot."

I close my eyes, feeling a serene fatigue wash over me.

"Good," I murmur, shifting over to my belly. The last thing I recall before falling asleep is her body pressed against mine, lips resting on the back of my neck.



Beautiful



This is from the point of view of a cis girl who meets an old friend, a mysterious and sexy agender individual.

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I slide my fingers around the handle, pulling the door open. The night air is clear and refreshing and I take a deep breath, inhaling the fresh, rainy scent. The sky is dark and I can't really see any stars or anything. I know it's only a matter time before my eyes adjust, though. I step forward and close the door behind me, twisting the knob so it firmly stays.

The wind brushes gently against my face, sweeping back some stray hairs out of my eyes. I close my eyes for a second, reveling in the caress of the wind. The folds in my skirt brush deliciously against my bare legs, and I walk down the steps of my stone porch. 

Slowly I feel my eyes begin to adjust and I can barely see the winking pinpoints of light in the sky. I have just set my feet on the ground when I hear the sound of a shoe settling down on pavement right behind me.

I don't have the time to react when an arm slides around my waist, pulling my back flesh against a warm body. I start to move my arm when I realize I no longer can control my body. 

I can't move. 

My legs buckle, but the arm around me is strong and another joins it, a hand reaching up under one of my arms to cup my chin. The fingers are warm and they stroke my bottom lip, a thumb following suit and poking at my lips, demanding entrance. It is not a difficult feat, an after a few seconds, it pushes through. The digit is soft and tastes very faintly of citrus. I want to suck and lave it, but I am unable to. Suddenly I can feel myself getting dizzy. The thumb probes at my tongue and the hand at my waist dips suggestively behind the waistband of my skirt. The burning fingers flick behind and in front of the fabric, teasing at what may come. I sink back even further into the body.

The person behind me removes their hands and instead cups my body, lifting me up effortlessly in a princess carry. I can feel clothed breasts rubbing very lightly against my own, but I can barely see them, let alone the figure that holds me. My head is tilted down and I can't look up to see the face. Something touches the top of my head, and I can't help but know that it's a pair of lips. 

The body suddenly moves upward, their feet leaving the ground. I can faintly see the pavement path shrinking as we move farther away when I realize that the person is flying. 

But not very high, I see, when they start moving horizontally and flying around the side of my house. The windows are dark; I am home alone and I can feel goosebumps slowly raising up on my arms. The figure moves towards my open window, curtains billowing in the gentle night breeze. They enter my bedroom, taking care not to bump my head on the side and they lay me down on my messy bed. The sheets are wrinkled and the comforter is hanging off the side, but it is still comfortable. A ray of moonlight shines on the stranger's face, and I feel the need to lick my lips. The dark-skinned person has long, dark brown hair that is swept back into their hoodie. Curls and waves are brushed behind ears and I am mesmerized by their beautiful face. The dark, affectionate eyes are tilted in desire and the full lips are stretched into a smirk. 

"H-Hana..." I suddenly say, and then realize I can move again. The name is familiar but I'm not sure from where and somehow I know this person on top of me. 

The stranger smiles, eyes softening in a way that makes me melt a little on the inside. They get on their knees, sliding soft palms onto my wrists to hold them down on either side of my head. 

And then they are looking right at me, into my eyes. I gulp, but not in fear. I am at ease and I know deep down that this person is close to me. 

Silently they ask for my consent, and I nod. They look relieved, and they lean their head down to kiss me. Our lips make contact, and my eyes flutter closed. Their lips are hot and soft and they meld with mine perfectly. I tilt my head, trying to kiss them even deeper when they gently poke at my lips with their tongue, opening my mouth. They move with my tongue, licking their way in and intensifying the moment. I want to reach up and slide my hands around their head and just kiss them forever, but I know that I enjoy taking the more submissive role. 

Hana takes their left hand from my wrist and caresses my face as they kiss me. I know that my cheeks must be hot with desire. Using this opportunity I take my free hand to tangle it in Hana's hair, stroking the curly locks and pushing their face to mine. I try to kiss as well as I receive, but I have no idea if its very good. I withdraw my tongue to nibble at their lip for a bit before diving back into the intense kiss. Hana seems to have no problem with it and they take both of their hands to grasp at my head before sliding a hot palm up my shirt. My pulse quickens and I can barely concentrate on the kiss. Our lips lock and they let their body lie right on mine, warm flesh separated by cloth. Their breasts rub against mine as we mesh our bodies and kiss even harder.

I can feel fingers moving up my stomach and towards my covered breasts. I suddenly realize that I don't know which bra I'm wearing and I start hoping like hell that it's one of my sexier ones. Hana slides a leg in between mine, making sure to rub against my hot core with their rough denim. They break away for a second and I know that they're staring right at me.

I bite my lip, tilting my head to the side to avoid their piercing gaze. It makes me a little embarrassed and heat floods my cheeks. They sit back, straddling my legs and then leaning forward. As their body moves, both warm palms moves further up my shirt. The hands dance lightly on my bra, and Hana gestures for me to remove my shirt. They lean back so I can none-to-elegantly pull it off. Even in the darkness I can tell that Hana is looking at my chesf. Lucky for me, my bra is the hot red one and my breasts fill it perfectly. Hana licks their lips and lays their hands flat on my stomach before slowly moving them up. I laugh a bit as a ticklish sensation follows their gentle fingers and then they are hooking around the tops of my bra and pulling it down. My breasts spill out over them, nipples clearly hardened. The lack of light does nothing for my embarassment and a fresh tingly feeling fills my chest.

Hana slowly reaches behind me and unhooks my bra and tosses it to the side. Then they eye my chest hungrily, tongue sliding out to lick lips. 

They dive. 

Their mouth is hot and wet and they are set to lave every inch of my chest. I writhe a bit as they do so, dragging their tongue in the valley between my breasts. I gasp, looking down at the head at my chest before I arch my back, breathing heavily. They pause every so often, stopping to lavish multiple spots with intense kissing. Soon they have moved up to my neck and I know that there will be marks left. But I know that I don't really care. My fingers tangle in the wild curls as they pick one particular spot and suck, lick and kiss it, ensuring a hickey's arrival. When they take their mouth from my neck I feel the air touch the area, making it cool.

I shiver, and Hana slides their hands underneath me, embracing me with their warmth. Their head is buried in the crook of my neck and their hair tickles me. I breathe a laugh, hugging Hana confortably. I wish we could just spend awhile like that, lying and entangled and content.

But we both know that we want to go farther. 

"You know I want to fuck you." They whisper, breath hitting my ear as they begin to nibbled my earlobe. I gasp a little, heart racing as their words reach me. Somewhere in my memory I know that this is a common sort of interaction between us.

"I want to fuck you. And you," They continue, "want me to fuck you hard." The person bites down on my ear, not enough to hurt a lot, but enough to make me squirm in anticipation. My breath leaves me for a second as my body stiffens.

"Isn't that right?" They tease, raising the hairs on the back of my neck.

I want to nod, but I'm anxious about moving, so I settle with speaking.

"Yes..." I say in a low, nervous voice, my eyes wide.

"You want me to tie you up? Want me to render you totally and completely helpless? You want me to take you rough and hard so that you're mine?"

I whine a bit, sensing a hand sliding from my back and down my side, slowly making its way underneath the waist of my skirt. Their lust filled tone fills me, and I can feel my body heating up in response. My bare nipples are hardening even more, and Hana is sure to be able to feel them, even through their hoodie.

They sit back, straddling me again and they smile as they eye me, looking hungrily at my lips before their eyes move down to my breasts. 

"Beautiful." They barely whisper, and then they are pulling out a cord from their hoodie pocket. My pulse quickens and I bite my lip.

"Now," they lick their lips, "take off everything." Hana moves back to allow me movement. Avoiding their intense gaze, I sit myself up and very quickly pull off my skirt. The only remaining item of clothing is my pink underwear, and there is very obviously a growing stain on it. I close my eyes in embarrassment, removing the panties. Hana's gaze is so strong it feels like I can physically feel it exploring my bare body. After I open my eyes again, I can see that the thin, sparse black hair at my crotch look extremely unsexy, and I feel extra self-conscious. I close my eyes again, feeling like I'm ruining everything, but I feel hands touching me anyway. 

"Turn around." They quietly command, and I obey. My arms are folded behind me and the soft rope is being wound around my wrists. The movements are gentle and slow and I know that Hana doesn't want to hurt me at all.

Once my arms are secure, Hana turns me around again and pushes on my chest, effectively toppling me over backwards. My cheeks flush as I know that I am entirely naked, while they, Hana, are entirely clothed. But I see that they want to give me a show, and Hana begins to sway their hips while pulling at their hoodie. The show comes to a pause as the drawstrings get stuck in their hair for a second. It's so cute and out of place in the atmosphere and I laugh. Hana finally removes the offending garment and tosses it to the side, but not before shooting me an indignant glance. They have on a tight fitting black tank top, and I can see that their bra, if they're wearing one, doesn't do much to hide the little peaks on their chest. 

Now they move on to their skinny jeans, which leave enough room to be able to be pulled off easily enough. Hana tugs the gray denim off of their dark, smooth legs. As opposed to me, they regularly shave their legs and it shows. 

All they have left on is a matching set of lacy lingerie. The thin black fabric barely covers the flesh it is meant to, and I can feel myself getting excited. I wanted to touch them.

But above all I wanted them to totally and utterly dominate me.

Hana walks to the side of the bed, their hips swaying attractively and breasts jiggling. I am presented with an endless expanse of warm skin that I cannot touch.

"I've brought a little something for us." They drawl slowly before crouching and leveling our eyes. From behind their back they produce what looks like a simple strap-on complete with a normal sized black dildo attached to the front. However, as Hana rotates the object I can see that there is another dildo that protrudes from the inner crotch of the strap-on, designed to penetrate the giver.

Hana winks and slides off their skimpy panties, letting them fall to the floor. 

" You'll need to prepare this." They detach the dildo meant for them and poises it above my mouth. I give them a devious grin before opening my lips, ready to envelop the toy in my mouth. It's rubbery and slightly bendy and it moves as I lick all around it, lubricating it with ny saliva. Unfortunately I can't spend too much time on this because my neck is beginning to hurt from lifting it off the bed and Hana pulls it away. A string of liquid stretches between my lips and the dildo before it snaps.

"You ready?" I ask, not sure if Hana was really wet at all. They only wink, stepping out of their sexy lingerie and slipping their legs into the strap-on. It makes me a littl nervous, but I'm mostly excited. Hana lines up the shining wet dildo, biting thejr lip as they push it in. It looks mostly painless, and I'm relieved at the expression of satisfaction on their face. 

Wasting no more time they secure the straps and set a hand on the part of toy meant for me. It seems a little intimidating now that I know it will be inside me very, very soon. Hana gets on the bed and pushes my bent legs apart, smiling at the sight of my pussy. With a finger they prod my folds, testing my arousal. Then they push two digits in, and they goes with almost no friction. I bite my lip, realizing how different it feels when the fingers pleasuring me arent mine.

"You were really ready, I can see." Hana smirks and takes their fingers out, displaying them in front of my face. The brown skin glistens, covered in my own juices and I look away, cheeks burning. Instead, Hana slowly and deliberately drags their tongue down their pointer finger, tasting me.

"Delicious." They whisper, and then they move their bent knees under my legs. I can see a silent moan escape Hana as the dildo inside them shifts and bends to fit them better. They shuffle closer, and the black tip makes contact with my wet pussy. I tense, awaiting its entrance. Hana leans over to cup my face with one hand, the other settled on my waist.

"You're so amazing." They breathe, and give me a look that asked if I was ready. I nod, and they slowly push in.

It's affecting Hana too. I can see the way their face changes, but I can't focus on that because the thick toy is sliding right into me, meeting no resistance and only aid from my own juices. I inhale and hold it as it keeps going, deeper into me until Hana's inner thighs are flush against mine. I let out the breath and smile. Hana leans down to kiss me quickly and soon they go back and slowly begin to back out. I moan lightly as the slick rubber moves against my walls. Hana pulls out until only the tip is in, and with an erotic groan of their own, they push back, parting my walls again. I close my eyes, lips parted as Hana enters me, touching deep down to more core. 

After a few slow thrusts, Hana very suddenly slams back in and the both of us yelp. I imagine the dildo moving around in Hana' velvety, soft, hot pussy, jostling as they thrust into me. They increase speed and move even faster and I cry out. They shift their hips and bring on a new angle, and I can feel that familiar feeling at the pit of my stomach as they hit a sweet spot. Hana groans, moving relentlessly against me. I feel the walls of my pussy tighten. But right after I can feel its arrival, Hana slows down a lot. I shoot them a glance, wondering why they've stopped when the pull out completely. I can see my fluids coating the black strap on and it's strangely erotic. Hana grins mischievously and they crouch down where I can't see them.

I take deep breaths and curl my toes. There's a slight ache in my back where my arms press uncomfortably into it and I focus on it for a bit, trying to calm my nerves as I wait for my lover to reappear.

And reappear they do, only in each hand Hana holds a tube of lube and a stiff, thick string of 10 or so beads.

I know that I really want it and I manage a smile of consent. I spread my legs more and Hana climbs back on the bed, ready to open me up. Looking closely at the anal beads, I can see that they increase in size from around half inch spheres to two-inch ones. The base also has a pull ring attached to it and I see that it is impossibly long, maybe a bit shorter than a foot. But since I know it will be going into my ass, I am excited.

Hana squeezes some lubricant onto their hand and I feel them poke my anus. I jump at first and then try to relax as their slicked hand dances around the outside of my opening, relaxing my muscles. I am grateful for the few minutes of this, where they just circle their fingers around my hole, leaving fluids to coat it. Hana moves over me to kiss me while they do this, sealing my lips while they continue to tease my anus. They lick their way into my mouth when suddenly I feel their fingers slide up to my pussy where it drags a trail of my own arousal down to my entrance, adding to the lube. Hana draws back, licking their lips as they look down at me with an expression full of wanting. 

I nod, and they slip their finger in up the first knuckle. It barely hurts at all and I sigh contentedly, enjoying the way they move their finger in and out, up to the base. It's not much too later when a second digit manages to squeeze in, and I can begin to feel a slight stretch, but it is durable. I begin to move my hips back into their fingers when a third fingers is added, and I clench my toes in anticipation. It hurts, but only slightly. Hana removes their fingers, smirking while they pick up the string of anal beads.

With deft hands they slick it up with lube, sliding their glistening skin over the spheres. I begin to tremble with want; I want it in me so bad. Hana then moves down, and they push in the first bead. It feels strange, but I am satisfied to finally have it in there. 

"Do you want another one?" They ask, applying a little pressure to hint at the next bead, but not nearly enough to insert it. I bite my lip, too embarrassed to say anything but full of lust. I realize just how little I had spoken and how much I had just needed Hana to whisper in their controlling voice to unwind me. "I can't give you anymore unless I know what you want." They continue, and they pull it out, the first bead popping free. I frown, eyes squeezing closed in frustration.

"Please put it in me." I say, spreading my legs even more. 

"How many do you need?" They say, looking at the stiff beads while running their hand down its length.

I swallow, opening my eyes. "All of them." I whisper, and I know that I want to see if I can fit them in, and if I can handle it while Hana slams into me, relentlessly thrusting deep inside me.

"Of course." They purr, and Hana pushes the first bead in again as slowly as possibly. I take it easily, awaiting the next. I am granted with it sliding it , my anus closing around string as it enters. Hana goes farther and farther, adding more spheres in their increasing to size until there is only one left. I am full and aching and it is reaching so far deep in me. I moan as they push at the last one, but not putting it in. The burn is much more noticeable but I still want it all inside me. 

"Please." My overwhelmed voice chokes out. The concern in Hana's face remains, but they oblige, pushing harder as my asshole widens to accept the biggest one yet. A strangled sound escapes me as the beads reach even farther, my ass swallowing the sphere and closing around it. All that's left is about an inch of the stiff cord and the pull ring. Hana raises their eyebrows, curling their fingers in the circle and slowly but firmly pulling at the beads until my ass stretches again around the widest part of the largest sphere. I groan again, feeling the ache even more clearly when they let go and the bead vanishes into my anus again. I let out an exhale in relief, and Hana grins and positions the dildo at my pussy, and I need it back inside of me. 

Hana moves in, and suddenly I feel so full. Both my ass and pussy are full and stretched and the toys inside them rub my insides. I moan happily, and then suddenly the the spheres roar to life, shaking my body. A surprised yelp rips from my throat, and then Hana is moving in and out like a piston, quickly claiming my insides once more. Hana brings a hand down to my clit, finally giving it some attention and pinches it, sliding their wet fingers around the fleshy nub. My body felt like it was vibrating, even without the anal beads, and it felt like I kept trying to reach the cliff. Like I was clawing at the ground to get to the edge. Dimly I hear the click of a button, and the dildo inside me jumps, joining the spheres in ass and vibrating with an intensity that made me see stars.




Beautiful



I wonder how the hell I'm supposed to satisfy Hana after this, but the thought is fleeting and I hook my fingers around the edge of the cliff when I am suddenly tumbling and falling to climax. I arch my back as my muscles tense and spasm around the objects inside me, fresh liquids coating them. Hana keeps fucking me through the moment and it feels like everything around me is going to a blurry white and I squeeze my eyes shut harder, lights blossoming behind my eyelids. When it is over I blink, breathing heavily, knowing that Hana needs sweet release as well. I notice that the spheres are still humming away, shaking my ass. I like the feeling so I leave it there. 

Hana has already ripped off the strap on and has positioned themself over my face. Their pussy is glistening and wet and I feel the need to suck on the folds. 

"Please." I reach my hands out to pull the pussy to me. Hana lowers, and then I am sensually licking up and down the length of their slit, tasting the fluids that are still coming out. I graze their clit and they hiss. I smile into their vagina and then I seal my lips over the sensitive nub, applying suction while bringing an arm up to put some fingers into them. I squeeze at the velvety folds with my slippery fingers and lave at the flesh, bringing it in between different folds and licking my way up them. 

I slip a finger in, crooking it so it hits the right spot while I begin to focus on the clit again. I have just very lightly bit down on their clit and inserted a second finger when Hana curls over, gripping my head as they convulse.

After we get comfortable, arms around each other and the anal beads mercifully turned off, we sleep.

***

I wake up to see Hana at my legs, finger playfully curled around the pull ring and a little remote control in their other hand.

They smile at me.



Beautiful



Mary was a lovely woman with full hips and 40D cup breasts; she was the one that those could target with "You have such a pretty face, but you could lose a few pounds" types. A plus sized girl with "child bearing hips," as her father once called them lovingly.

But in this day and age of the "heroin chic," Barbie and the ultra-thin looks pressed upon the world by Hollywood standards, her "child bearing hips" had no place in the lives of men that approached women for dates; it was as if she was almost invisible to them except the few that only wanted a quick, anonymous fuck. 

But that wasn't what she was looking for.

But Mary wasn't sloppy; she was an active person despite an arthritic knee and walked in the woods down the road from her home almost daily when the weather was nice. She'd seen the sexy joggers--both men and women--there as well, but they paid her no mind.

During one of these walks, she must have missed a change in the level of the ground as she tripped and fell.

As she went to get up, silently cursing to herself as she thought she heard laughter in the background, a hand was outstretched to help her up.

"You should watch where you walk, love. You could have broken something," a male voice said.

Mary looked up and took the hand, her blue eyes meeting another set of blue eyes that were attached to a man with shoulder-length, blond hair.

"Thank you," she said shyly, taking his hand as he helped her up.

"Are you sure you're all right, love?" he asked.

"Yeah. Nothing hurts anyway. I'm a big girl; I can handle it."

"Indeed you are. And a beautiful young woman, if you will pardon me saying so. I'm Zander. And who may you be, love?"

"Mary," she said. Why was this man even bothering with her?

"Well, Mary," he said, lifting her up. "I'll just take you over to my campsite here and make sure you are all right."

"Should you carry me? You could get a hernia."

"Must take precautions, love." He had no intentions of putting her down until he got to their destination.

Mary was amazed he could carry her as she had to outweigh this man by at least thirty pounds. What was he, about 5'11, 185 to 190 pounds at most?

But he carried her as if she were light as a feather, never letting her go until they reach a small site.

Zander wasn't the typical kind of man she had dreamed about; he was just a rough-and-tumble looking man with his blond head tousled that seemed the type to be happy in sneakers, bare feet and jeans, though reasonably attractive.

She always fantasized about being with men with the flat torsos, muscular arms and tights asses she always saw or read about. But she knew they'd never want her. But Mary always thought if she could lose enough weight, that could change. 

She would have never before considered being with a Zander, who was dressed in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, jeans with the knees ripped and sneakers. Hardly camping clothes, Mary observed, unless he was just there for the day.

When they got to the site, he gently put her down before throwing off his shoes.

"Can't stand anything on my feet if I don't have to," he grinned at her. "Now let's make sure you're all right."

"I'm sure I am," she said as his soft hands went across the ankle she had fallen on.

He gave her a smile again, gazing at her with those eyes of his. "Looks like you are. But I'd like the company if you don't mind."

"I don't think I saw you here before," Mary observed. "I walk the paths here about every day."

He told her he had gotten a job as an assistant professor at one of the colleges; he had just come into the area and was enjoying the day. "Camping for the day," he added.

"Do you have family here?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Just me. My folks are in Seattle and my wife died last year."

"I'm sorry," she said softly. He must have married young, she thought; he didn't look any older than her own age--thirty-three--maybe younger.

"Thank you. I haven't really gone out with women since she passed, between my work and the transfer and all." He paused for a moment. "So what about you? Surely such a lovely woman has a man in her life somewhere."

Mary shook her head. "No, not really. I'm not exactly the type they go for."

"Why?" he asked gently.

"Well, you got a look at me. Do the math."

"Mary, don't ever underestimate yourself. Please." The last word was added with that engaging smile again and his eyes seemed to burn right through her clothes. 

He then began to stroke her face gently. "You are a beautiful woman. Don't ever let anyone tell you different."

She could feel herself growing excited as he stroked her face, her nipples pressing against her bra, her own shirt seemed to tingle every inch of skin it caressed. She seemed hypnotized by those incredible blue eyes, and for the first time, she noticed his build under what he wore; strong shoulders, long legs and slim hips.

Instead of feeling frightened by this man touching her, she was growing incredibly turned on. She crossed her legs and shyly looked down. This was not the kind of man she had expected to attract.

"There's no need to be shy with me. I won't hurt you. You are too lovely to hurt."

She felt the blush creeping back up her neck and onto her face. "And no embarrassment either. Stand up, love. I want a better look at you."

"Take off your shorts." The command was unmistakable, and she was shocked at his sudden request; even more surprised herself by following his orders, stepping out of her short and showing her entire legs. 

He then came over and pulled off her top and sport bra in one sweep, baring her breasts underneath as he looked into her eyes. Mary was now naked and vulnerable in front of a practical stranger.

"My God; what a beautiful sight you are," he said sexily.

Mary was still a little embarrassed; she tried to cover herself with her hands.

"Uh-uh...", he shook his head at her attempt to hide herself. It wasn't until he reached down to stroke himself that she noticed the growing bulge in his jeans. Once seen, her eyes seemed fixed there.

"Come here, love," Zander said as he held out his hand to her. She put her hand in his and he gently put her back to the ground. 

Once there, he put a hand on one of her hips and gently reached out for her shoulder with his left hand, and with his right hand now off her hip, took her trembling left and put it on his now complete erection. 

She could feel it pulsing through his pants, and it gave her a surprising feeling of power. She resolved to let him lead her.

He seemed to anticipate her response, and gently used the hand on her shoulder to lower her, so she was lying down completely on the ground. 

Mary wasn't sure what he wanted from her next, but she was growing excited at the thought of this man about to be with her.

He seemed to growl in his throat and said in a throaty whisper, "I want to make love to you so much." 

Then his hands were tracing her curves, from her feet up her legs to the hip. Then he was stroking her breasts and stomach with one hand, while his other hand was suddenly massaging her groin. 

"Oh, you want to also, don't you?" He nuzzled her neck. "You are so wet, my love."

"Yes. It's been so long for me since I did this."

Then, he was reaching around and stroking her with a finger. "Let me take care of you, love."

When his finger brushed her clit, she wriggled a bit, but his hand on her stomach held her. His slow trail from clit to hole and back was calculated to make her squirm. 

She turned her head to one side and bit her tongue to keep from moaning. She wanted desperately for him to tell her what to do, something, anything she could do to make him stop teasing her. 

"I know what you need," he told her. 

She raised her hips slightly in response.

"Not that yet, love." He cupped her calf up to his face and began to trace his tongue up the inside of her leg. 

When he reached the swell of her mound, he gently slid the tip of his tongue between the lips of her sex. When he slowly entered her with his tongue, he brushed her clit again and she cried out. 

Then he stopped and waited for her to settle down again before he began circling her swollen bud with slow, languid movements. She lost sight of everything else as she slowly built toward ecstatic pleasure. 

Just as she felt herself ready to dissolve into total bliss, she began to buck her hips unabashedly at his mouth, and he stopped and pulled away from her.

"I don't think it's time for that yet, love." 

Before she could completely capture her feelings, he was pulling her into a sitting position, and she saw that he had undone his pants, and his erection was exposed. 

She looked at it, and saw it was thicker than that of some of the men she had been with. He leaned down and kissed her deeply. 

When he pulled away, she could taste the salty musk of her own arousal, and somehow it only turned her on more. 

Then he put his hand behind her head, and guided her over his throbbing penis. 

"Now, my love, if you want to be allowed pleasure you must give pleasure. Show me you know how to suck cock." 

The tone he used made her quiver with a need she didn't recognize. She moved to lick the head.

She had done this a time or two with a couple of "fuck buddies;" this time was different though. Zander's erection promised pleasures, and his manner assured her he would deliver them. 

Somewhat less timidly, she began to use her tongue and mouth to both lick and create a suction in her mouth. 

"Stroke my balls when you do that…that‘s it, love…...you are so good," he encouraged her as she slowly began moving down the length of his penis. 

Soon she was stroking his testicles lovingly in her hand as she licked and sucked on his engorged cock as he began moving his hips up to meet her mouth. She was no longer the one moving. 

With his hands on her head, he was fucking her mouth. Suddenly, she seemed to catch the rhythm of it and her throat began to relax. 

She started to relish the feeling of his desire for her. She could feel her swollen clit rubbing the skin around it, and her wetness was beginning to seep down her thigh. 

Suddenly, he pulled her head back with a near-roar of lust and pulled out of her mouth. He picked her up with one hand and lay her back. 

With the other hand, he stroked his cock, aching with need, and directed it at the junction of her willingly spread thighs before he thrust into her all at once, pulling her hips to his. 

When he felt her tight walls give in under his invasion, he stopped and held her to him as she cried out. 

Then he laid her back and stroked her clit with his thumb while he kept himself motionless inside her. 

She began to moan once again, and the surprise of his entry was replaced by lustful need. 

"Please," she moaned to him.

"Please what? Tell me what you want, my love," he asked this as he began rubbing her with greater and greater speed.

"Oh, God, just fuck me. Please fuck me." 

She began crying out as she reached her orgasm, and her hips jumped involuntarily, trying to impel him to move inside of her. 

Without a word, he began thrusting in and out of her again, with methodical pacing. When he pulled her to a sitting position again, she could feel her overwhelmed walls stretching to take him, and the friction of his body pressed against her stirred her clit again. 

She began moving with him, clutching his shoulders. She was crying out in multiple orgasms as he fucked her with abandon, but he did not speak. 

He only clutched her hips more tightly as he began to slam into her. The animal scent of sex was taking over the air and seemed to intoxicate them both as they fucked on the ground, both of them being neglected sexually until now. 

Just when she felt another orgasm building, he clenched her ass in his hands and began to twitch inside of her as he came, sparking her own orgasm. 

When both had finished, he lay her gently down, kissed her on the mouth, and stroked her body softly again. 

"Beautiful," he whispered to her.

She was now very relaxed and felt safe with him. Perhaps she had found her love in a most unlikely place.

"Stay with me," he said to her. "I want to be with you the rest of my life."

She married him six months later and bore him a daughter nearly a year after their memorable meeting. 



Beautiful



Being nervous was something he was wholly unaccustomed to, as through his incredibly quick wit and charm he maneuvered deftly through most any situation.

However, with her it was different.

Though the two had never met, she had most certainly captured his attention, which is saying quite a bit. Often he found himself bored after a while with most any girl he spoke to, be it days, weeks, or even one short conversation. The end result was almost always the same.

That person was unable to hold his interest. Incapable of captivating him.

Holding him firmly in the palm of her hand, and washing over him whatever feeling she wished him to experience that moment.

He longed for that. For her.

Uncertainty still reigned over him with this one, though he knew she was very difference. One of a kind. Often people confuse being an individual with being different. Yes, in fact one can be unique as a person, but just another fill in the blank.

And that she was not.

She was capable of stealing away his thoughts with her slight laughter, taking his heart and prodding it to beat ever faster with a mere few words, or even bringing him to the height of arousal with provocative poses, and sensual displays of her womanly charms.

And charmed he was, though he let on that he was, the depths to which she had him would not be revealed, rather tucked safely away in his back pocket.

Drifting off through nervous excitement and a lack of sleep the night before over those very same reasons, he was stirred to life by the shrill of his cell phone ringing. Answering it quickly, but with a rather groggy greeting, he found she was here.

Finally.

Hopping from the couch he dashed past the mirror and out his bedroom door before stopping and tracing back and seeing how his hair looked. Letting out a laugh as it was as tangled and matted as ever, he proceeded to the front door to meet his long expected arrival.

And she did not disappoint.

Hardly so, as she was far more engaging and beautiful than he had seen in pictures and her voice more melodious than on the numerous phone conversations they reveled in. She extended her hand rather awkwardly, and he just grinned at her cautiously, before hugging her.

The sudden physical contact a welcomed gift, though an unexpected one.

As they embraced lightly, he let his hand trail down her back and slightly grabbed her ass. She slapped his arm, though her smile and excitement was evident.

She was rather shy, and didn't really have much luck with guys, thus perhaps the fact she met him over the 'net. While it took some time for her to shed the stigma of meeting someone online, she had warmed up rather quickly to the notion of meeting him and realizing whether or not he was as gifted in person as he seemed to be through every other medium.

His words were a song set to the beat of every young girl's heart, and his thoughts held her gently to his chest in a warm embrace. He was amazing, to her.

Thus she had taken so many steps to meet him, including overcoming her own fears of intimacy.

As she craved him more and more each day, the more likely this reality had become, to the point that almost spontaneously she decided to follow through. And thus far he had not disappointed. That smile on his face and his warm inviting eyes. Boring would be the last word she would ever use to describe him, and she hoped to find a good many that night.

Though he was unaware, or so she thought, to her secretive wants for affection and exploring the bond they had build through cable wires and dialup services. How amazing it was that he could reach out to her, and etch his name on her breast, claiming her.


And she would go along so willingly.

She looked up at him, smiled warmly, and the night had just begun.

They had decided before she came to watch a movie and listen to music, but he had his mind set on a game of pool. She wasn't very good, which is to say she vaguely remembers playing once in some bar and losing badly to some guy who wanted to sleep with her. And as competitive as he was, they had to make a bet, after all how could he let such a golden opportunity slip through his grasp as sand does an hourglass.

Her smile burned even brighter, as it was decided that the winner got a back massage.

His grin melted her, as she could barely handle the pool cue. In a matchup of epic talents, she actually bested him as he scratched on the eight ball, and stood triumphantly with arms raised, as he muttered to himself about how lucky she was. She was a bit surprised as he did appear eager to win, and that gave him even more satisfaction than before. Her body shivered slightly just at the thought of his large hands gripping her.

She could hardly wait, and they retired to his room, seated on the couch, he got up to get her a glass of water, and she looked around casually. Various sports posters and pinups decorated the walls as a CD he had put on played background music for effect.

She sauntered over to the computer and pulled up his playlist, curious as to which Enigma song he had chosen, and could not hide the smile that accompanied his choice.

"Principles of Lust."

How appropriate, she thought, though she was still undecided as to where the evening would progress, and if she would spend the night with him or go find a hotel.

He returned and made a comment about how magnificent her rear was. She couldn't help but blush. Turning bright red, and his constant teasing had her off balance, and she struck back at his choice of music. He had anticipated that, and allowed her to land her own verbal jabs.

That pleased her, restoring a sense of comfort.

As they sat there, he laid back, and they both stared straight ahead for a moment, before he took his left hand and traced the fingers on her right hand with it.

She looked down, and simply watched what he was doing, taking another sip of water.

He ran his fingertip along her arm, up to her shoulderblade, and across her neckline before twirling it around her hair. She closed her eyes peacefully, as he began touching her gently across her cheek.

Whispering into her ear, he inquired if she was enjoying her massage. She replied with a hushed yes, and ignored the fact it wasn't along her back.

Further caressing her cheek, he dragged his finger along her mouth, encircling it, slowly pulling down on her bottom lip. She ever so gently kissed his fingertip, and he returned the back of his hand along her face to her neck, working it over.

He turned around, sliding his left leg behind her, as she positioned herself sideways, and exposed her neck to his hands. He kneaded her with his knuckles and dug into her lower back and sides, and she shook at times at the intimate touch.

She had not expected it to be so incredibly sensual. So full of meaning and erotic. She was being seduced.

And she liked it.

She wanted it.

She needed it.

He began working down to her waist, and slipped a finger underneath her shirt, and the touch his flesh upon her own racked her body in spasms, she let out a small gasp that echoed throughout the room.

Slowly he worked both hands underneath her shirt, and pulled it up exposing her back and bra, as he began lightly kissing her neck and back.

Those kisses were fiery hot glyphs of passion seared into her memory and laced upon her skin. She wanted him.

Her arousal level was high, and he began crossing nails all along her back, and sucking on her neck and whispering into her ear.

"You're so beautiful, sweetheart." he laid upon the altar of the temple that was her body as he worshipped it.

She could only moan and reach back and run her hands through his hair, while he brought his hands around her abdomen, grasping her tightly, before coming across her breasts. She moaned and turned to kiss him, and as their lips locked in a dance, he pulled up her bra and began teasing her nipples.

Squeezing and circling his fingertips around them, she alternated between kissing him and moaning to his face.

He slowly ran his hands down her torso, and to her hips across to her thighs, and forced open her legs and began rubbing her thighs before cupping her crotch.

He could feel how warm and wet she was, and he reminded her of that fact. "I can smell your sex, and I can't wait to taste it."

She moaned and continued kissing him, while mirroring his hand along her crotch, forcing him to rub her, before he ordered her to her feet.

There she stumbled to stand, and he ordered her to remove her shirt and bra as he watched. She did as he told, and he just stared at her, his piercing eyes and charisma teasing her. She wanted him so badly.

He then reached out and slowly undid her pants, as he slid them down her hips, he pushed her down on the bed and climbed on top of her.

His tongue and hands and lips explored every inch of her face before finding her neck and shoulders to her arms and chest, her nipples and abdomen to her thighs and legs and feet, though he skipped her panties.

Pulling her out close to him, as if to slide inside her as he stood over the bed, he pried her legs apart and descended to his knees, kissing her panties.

She could feel the burning growing. The desire.

He slid the panties to the side, and worked a finger along her lips, before entering her, and sliding in and out of her hole, before teasing her clit with a soft massage.

At which point he pulled the panties further to the side, holding them ajar, and slid his tongue inside of her, encircling her clitoris, and he suckled and licked for a while before entering his finger back inside of her.

The dual stimulation forced her to wrap her legs around his neck, as she grabbed his hair and thrust herself at him, moaning. Her climax was swift, and her pleasure incredible. He scaled back up to her, kissing her naked body the entire way as she lay spent.

As he wrapped his arms around her, he whispered into her ear, "Do you feel beautiful, sweetheart?"

Her reply seemed so fitting, though any other time it would seem out of place to her, "Like the most beautiful girl in the world."

He kissed her forehead saying, "That is because you are."



Beautiful 30 yr Old Mexican Virgin



"Tomorrow, my sweet Carmen, tomorrow we shall shave your legs, under your arms and your pussy. But, tonight, I shall make a woman of you." I promised.

At that, I turned and faced her, Carmen launched her naked body from a standing position, from three feet in front of me, landing in my arms with her legs spread around me, her hands around my neck and her pussy impaling on my steel hard, mushroom headed rod. As her hymen tore, she shrieked in pain, but then drew herself, with the heels of her feet in the small of my back, all the way onto me. I stood there, my hands supporting her ass, as she gasped, allowing the sensation of pain to ease, holding on to her and not moving, allowing her to control the depth of my penetration. 

Her 30 year old virgin pussy was soaking wet. It was soaking wet and hot. Her mixed fluids of vaginal lubrication and blood entombed my pulsing cock, her inner muscles flexed, undulated, kegeling unconsciously. I ejaculated into her with only one short thrust. She felt my squirting, realized what it was and began to pant, to moan, and as I thrust slightly, a second time, and on my last rope of cum, she orgasmed. 

This 30 year old woman, a virgin, is Carmen Sanchez Travis. Carmen had lived all her life in the remote wilderness in Northwest Mexico, known as the Sonoran desert. Carmen had been a member of a small tribe of Mexican people that struck out on their own under the repressive governments of 1920 Mexican Autocracies. Her grandfather, uncles and aunts, father, all her brothers and sisters, had died or been killed while warring with the Sonoran or Mexican federal authorities, or by ranchers while stealing their livestock. Carmen and her mother were alone hunkered down in a tiny wilderness watering hole, an eternal spring of water, the source of life on the desert. They ate whatever they could; rattlesnake, mice, and birds that they were able to snare, coming into the oasis for water.

I am Bill Travis, a Colorado rancher and farmer. I was in Northern Mexico, that February, on a cattle buying trip. Mexican calves are cheaper and hardier creatures and seem to survive our harsh Colorado conditions better, and with less cancers and health issues, than the hormone injected crop of cattle that we are raising here in the United States, in Louisiana, Missouri and Texas, from where I usually buy my calves. I'd heard that there were some big ranches in Northwest Sonora, Rancho El Saucito, Rancho El Tordillo, and Rancho El Quernado with tens of thousands of momma cows and baby calves on the range out in the desert and they were dirt cheap. I needed to buy about 27,000 head of calves for the feedlots I ran, as well as a few hundred momma cows-to-be, among the better heifers I could find for my cow-calf ranch operation. Due to great winter snows and heavy spring rains, grass would be plentiful this year and I wanted to graze it up and sell it as beef rather than let it dry up and lose the income. The free trade agreement between Mexico and the United States allowed the import of beef on the hoof with proper veterinarian certification.

I rented a helicopter and a pilot in Tucson and met the owners of the three ranches in Moctezuma, right on Mexican Highway 17. One at a time over a period of a week, we took one of the ranchers up and flew over his property identifying about how many head he had to sell, their size and quality. Once back in Moctezuma, we'd agree on a price per head, and how many head we wanted (could get) from him. It was up to him to truck them to me in Colorado, so we also had to figure in his transportation costs. Mexican calves were a lot cheaper. Overall, this would cost me hundreds of thousands of dollars, but save me additional hundreds of thousands, and, at market, would net me millions, if I had it figured correctly (and I did).

On the last day out we were flying over Rancho Quernado with the owner, Senor Delmar Quernado. I saw a couple of people near a spring, though they were trying to hide near some rocks. 

The rancher, Senor Quernado, told me that they were just the remnants of a Gypsie tribe of bandaleros who had spent several generations stealing their cattle and living off their land. 

He said, "Nobody has seen any of them for over 14 years," and was surprised that they were still here. He indicated that if we'd land he'd shoot them and be done with the thieves. He had no love for them, at all.

"Nobody is going to die today, senor" I told Senor Quernado. "Put your pistol away, we will land and see about their welfare. I only see two women, where are the men?"

There were no men, the two women had never seen a helicopter and were duly frightened, thinking it was a god from the sky. They'd seen jets flying over at 37,000 feet, but nothing like this. 

"A god coming from the sky to take us away" is what they'd thought, Carmen later told me, when they'd seen the helicopter circle and land.

One of the two women was an old and somewhat infirm woman of about 70. The other was a young and stunning woman of 28. They spoke very little Spanish, having learned to communicate in their own invented language, but they did speak enough Spanish to communicate with Senor Quernado a little. 

"My mother is sick." The younger woman said. "Can you help her?"

When I understood, I acknowledged that we could and would and asked her to help us get the elder woman into our machine and we'd transport her to the nearest hospital, in Naco Zari de Garcia, a town of 8,000 about 100 miles to the north of where we were.

The helicopter was crowded and very nearly overweight. That we had used up over half our fuel already, allowed us to take on the extra passengers. We made it to Naco Zari de Garcia on fumes, but we made it. Carmen and her mother, Maria, were taken to the local hospital, where her mother promptly died. She didn't make it to nightfall. I wondered if it was natural causes or sinister interference. I never found out for sure.

Senor Quernado was anxious to get back to Moctezuma, so he could take his prize, the lovely Carmen back to his ranch and enslave her, rape her and maybe even sell her.

Let me tell you about Carmen; she is an exotic Mexican beauty. At the time, she was 28 years old; the best we could figure from stories her parents had told her about the time she was born. Her dad died when she was about 14 or 15, killed probably by Senor Quernado or one of his men. He was the last man of the group, and he left her mom and her to fend for themselves in the desolate land of Sonora. She is 5'5", 100 pounds, very long black hair and has the most stunning olive green eyes, and caramel colored skin. Her breasts are 32 inch 'b' cup and her waist a tiny 25 inches. Her ass rounded to a comely 32 inches. She had lived a very disparate life, existing on the scarce bounty of the desert, and her body was lean, hard and she was very strong, physically for her size. So, she was tall, lithe, but with no formal training. She'd had no contact with another human, other than her mother for 13 years, and, Carmen had never, ever been with a man.

The rancher assumed she was his and began his domination of Carmen as we left the hospital, after her mother had passed away. Carmen was crying, wanting to be with her mother, protesting and fighting. I have since wondered that if I'd left her to fend for herself, she very well could have kicked his ass and escaped back out to the desert. But, at the time, I had no idea of such things and interfered, soothing her with a calm voice and holding Delmar Quernado at bay. She hid behind me, her tall gringo with blue eyes, sandy hair and nice features, and I became her protector. Eventually I'd become her friend, then her husband, finally, her lover.

Once back at Moctezuma, we agreed on the number of calves that Senor Quernado would deliver to me in Colorado, the transportation costs that I'd reimburse him for and the amount of money I'd pay him for his livestock. We established a final figure. It was in the hundreds of thousands of dollars. 

"One more thing, Senor," I said. "The girl leaves with me or no deal."

"That is crazy, Senor," Quernado shouted, "She is not an American citizen, she has no papers, she speaks no English, she was found on my ranch and is my property. You will leave her here, she is my family."

"Very well Senor Quernado, it was nice to have met you. I think I have decided that I will trim my herd and not take your 8,500 head of cattle after all." I calmly intoned. "Just deliver to me 4,500 head; instead, same price per head and the transportation costs also the same per head."

Carmen was watching us, without being able to understand our words, but understanding that she was the topic and that her future was being negotiated. Her olive green eyes were fearful and frightened and grew large as saucers.

I rose to leave the hotel lobby, I bid Carmen farewell with a tip of my hat and a touch of my hand to her wrist. I walked out the door of the hotel to the helicopter pilot and the pickup we were using. 

We'd driven to the edge of town, where the helicopter was waiting our liftoff for Tucson. As the blades were beginning to whirl, and the noise of the engine wrapping up, an old pickup came screeching up in a cloud of dust. Senor Quernado exited the pickup and slammed the door with great force, cursing and taking giant steps towards our almost-to-lift-off whirlybird. 

"Espera, Esperame" he cried over the noise. "Tu puede tiene la mujer" ("Wait, wait for me" "You can have the woman.")

"Pero, yo quiero diez mil mas dolares" he bargained. ("But I want ten thousand more dollars").

"Senor, ella no es suyo vender." I replied. "Ella es una persona libre." ("She is not yours to sell, she is a free person")

"Un mil, senor, solo un mil mas." He begged. ("One thousand, sir, only one thousand more")

"Senor, no," Yo no comprar todo las vacas sin mujer. El es la via el es. Con mujer, yo comprar todo las vacas" I said. ("Sir, no, I will not buy all the cattle without the woman. It is the way it is. With the woman, I will buy all the cattle.")

He relented and Carmen was motioned out of the pickup and into our helicopter for her ride to a new life in the United State of Colorado. 

"One day, I will even this score, senor" he threatened under his breath, not thinking I had heard him with the noise of the helicopter whirring.

I had bluffed, taken a gamble and won. Now, what, how do I help Carmen Sanchez? She got in the helicopter for her second ride, holding onto my arm and gratefully acknowledging her deliverance from what she realized would have been a lifetime of servitude, misery and torture. 

But, the unknown was, 'what she would face with me.' She seemed to sense that I was no danger, that I would not hurt her, but, she too was gambling.

I was 38 at the time all this occurred, divorced with no children. My grandparents had passed away when I was just coming out of my 4 year marriage, and left me 5 feedlots, 60,000 acres of cattle ranch a bunch of rental properties in the towns of Colorado Springs, Pueblo, Trinidad, Walsenburg and Limon. The estate was equity rich, but cash poor and I sold off all the rental units in those towns to raise the cash that I'd need to continue to ranch, raise cattle hay and grains and feed cattle. 

My ex-wife wasn't entitled to anything, since our divorce was final a week before the death of my grandparents and she was livid, the cheating slut. Now her shiftless lover and her could find work somewhere else, make their own lives in another state. I fired the son of a bitch when I took control of my grandparent's estate. He was a feedlot manager for one of my inherited feedlots. It left them broke and without much recourse. Nobody would hire him around these parts, and they were not appreciated much when folks found out the jist of my story. 

We helicoptered from Moctezuma to Tucson and I bought a pickup truck in Tucson and drove us back to Colorado. Carmen, not having any papers, proof of birth or any legal status in the United States would not be allowed to fly with me back to Denver International Airport. I was prepared to do whatever it took to protect her, see to her support, any medical treatment and education, so I knew that we'd need to begin applications to make her a United States Citizen.

We stopped at a J.C. Penney and bought her several shirts and jeans, dresses and skirts, shoes, boots and socks, with the help of a very nice sales girl. We also bought panties, but no bras. I didn't think she would appreciate the bra, never having worn one, and she really didn't need it anyhow. 

The trip took two days and one night. We spent the night in Trinidad, Colorado at a chain hotel. I left her alone in the bathroom, but later found out she didn't know what to do in there and had peed and pooped in the bathtub. I got double beds and Carmen slept in a bed with sheets, pillows and blankets, without being able to see the stars for the very first night of her life, and she was 28 years old. She never slept a wink that night.

In the morning, I went through the drive up lanes in McDonalds and got us each a bacon egg and cheese biscuit with potato patty, coffee for me and juice for her. She loved the biscuit and egg and cheese, but wanted to know what the bacon was, what creature? I just took her bacon, which she'd removed from the sandwich, ate it and said, "mmmmmm good!" She looked totally perplexed. I laughed. But, after she'd eaten, she was still hungry, I could tell, so I went back through and ordered two more of the same sandwiches and juice. She devoured them, bacon included, potato included and juice too. 

About an hour down the road she had to pee, but was not about to tell me. Her squirming in the seat though told me something was up, so I stopped at a rest area. She had no idea what to do, so I took her into the men's room and into a stall. I was going to close the door to the stall and stand guard while she peed, but she stood there, not knowing what to do. I unbuttoned her newly purchased pants and pushed them down, revealing a lush black bush of pubic hair and alarm in her eyes. I gently sat her down, and she peed. She was able to pull her own pants up, though she struggled with the button and zipper.

I was hard as a rock. But, I had no intention of forcing myself or taking any advantage of this lovely senorita. My job, as I saw it, was to protect and educate her and give her the options to make her own decisions when she could. Until then, I would do all I could to bring her along into the civilized world.

We made it back to my Colorado ranch on the second day out from Tucson and were welcomed back by the couple who live in my ranch house, Victor and Sally Torrez. They work for me, he is my foreman on the ranch, she works in my home, cleaning and cooking. They have their own house on the ranch, just a few steps out my back door to theirs. They're a young couple of 35 and very much in love, dedicated to one another. I told Sally, I expected to be an uncle someday. Her eyes always glisten when we talk that way.

Sally helped Carmen, got her settled in her room, showed her around the house and began the long road of learning to communicate with her. The two seemed to get along very well. Sally was grateful to have another woman close by, since the ranch was sort of remote and it was not often that she could see others.

After telling them Carmen's story, I asked Sally and Victor to help me educate Carmen to our way of life, to the world as much as possible. It would be good to start at home and pursue something more formal later.

In March, about a month after I got back from Mexico, semi loads of calves began showing up. I was having all of them delivered to the ranch, we'd sort them and disperse them to the various feedlots and decide on which females we'd keep for our cow-calf operation. I'd use my own bulls and buy several new ones to diversify the bloodlines we have. Overall, in the months of May and June, we took in 28,312 head of bawling, hungry, thirsty calves. We had our hands full; keeping them sorted and moved out to the feedlots. The feedlots were busy buying grain and sileage, mixing the feed and feeding them. Vaccinating, castrating the young bulls and branding was also keeping everyone very busy.

In late April, I saw a line of cattle trucks lining up on the road outside the ranch entrance. I motioned for the lead driver to come in, we were expecting them and they began their roar into the unloading chutes we had built for this purpose. 

I never saw him until later, but Senor Delmar Quernado was in one of those trucks. He slipped by me and went to the house while I was busy with all the commotion. It was noisy, dusty and chaos reigned as these hundreds and hundreds of cattle were being off loaded. 

Quernado went into the house and was going to kidnap Carmen. He didn't get very far. Carmen hit him with a piece of firewood, coldcocking him. When we found Sally, she had been beaten and tied and gagged to a kitchen chair. I went into the house to get the bank cashier's check for the cattle, and found Carmen with a butcher knife at the throat of her assailant. She was red hot angry and probably would have killed him if I hadn't showed up when I did. 

I held off on paying Quernado for the cattle, called the sheriff made a complaint, leaving Carmen out of the picture, just using the assault on Sally and breaking and entering as the reason for my complaint.

Quernado spent 90 days in the county lockup, was deported back to Mexico. He called me from his ranch and wanted to know about payment. I told him, to send the next wave of trucks loaded with calves and I'd pay for them all when they were off loaded and inspected. I warned him not to accompany the cattle, or I'd turn Carmen loose on him, and, what she did not do, I would finish. He said that he understood and would not be coming with the next load.

Other of the ranchers had come with their cattle and we threw them a fiesta, had a party for the drivers and ranch hands, tequila and cervezas flowed, along with 'bifsteaks, frijoles, ensaladas, y tortillas' and merriment were the order of the day each time we had a big shipment come in. Not so with Quernado and his guys, unfortunately. However, on Quernado's second shipment, we did throwa big fiesta for his drivers, once I determined no foul play was afoot.

Carmen is quite apt, intelligent and has a knack for learning. She had become skilled at survival without a man in the unforgiving Sonoran desert and she was quickly learning about Mexico and her neighbor, America. Sally and Victor are second generation Americans, their parents having come from Hermosillo, Mexico, (also part of the Mexican state of Sonora) so they really found many things in common with Carmen and they became fast friends, confidants and Amigos.

The Torrez's were teaching Carmen to read, teaching her geography of the region of her birth, and of the area in America where she now lived, they taught her many cultural things, because they, too were learning cultural things as the years separated their parents and their own experiences in America. The situation seemed ideal. I am so blessed to see Carmen bloom in my own home. She is a voracious learner, absorbing almost every detail presented.

We began the process of documentation, the application process to citizenship. It is grueling and can take years. Carmen was eager for the challenge and applied herself with vigor. Carmen, I was finding, approached all of life with vigor, with a zeal for living and experiencing new things.

Carmen also, was still a virgin. She'd never been around men much and began to notice the loving and endearing relationship that Victor and Sally had. Sally told me that Carmen asked a lot of very personal questions about her and Victor, asked about Victor's and my anatomy. She just had nothing with which to compare and was completely vulnerable, and unknowing. 




Beautiful 30 yr Old Mexican Virgin



Carmen is a treasure, to be sure.

Living in the same house alone together did present its' opportunities, and challenges. I think Carmen became sort of surreptitious. She was so curious about me, all about me. I caught her peeking in my bedroom door at me when I was just waking up or going to bed. She'd even removed some of my worn underwear and taken them into her room when they were in the laundry basket. I ignored these things and just let her look. I did not want to embarrass or humiliate or frighten her. 

Carmen also became a bit of an exhibitionist around me when we were alone in the house. Since she never wore a bra, I'd get glimpses of nipple when she bent over in front of me. I'd see her panties regularly. She had not learned to sit demurely in the wilds of Sonora, so a dress was no reason to keep her legs closed. She was prone to not wearing underwear; she said they are hot and restrictive. So, often my glimpses were of very hairy pussy. 

I was eternally hard. But, I don't think she knew much about it, so I didn't really try and hide it, I just went about my business and beat off like crazy several times a day. 

After a year of living with me, learning, studying and trying so hard to acclimate to her new life, Carmen sat on the arm of my Lazy Boy after supper one night. She had on a short skirt a t-shirt with no bra, of course. I thought I smelled arousal, also. 

"Senor, Bill when will I have children?" she asked innocently.

"Oh, Carmen" I said taken off guard, "you will find a man who loves you and marry him and he will give you children."

"Who shall I marry, Senor?" she asked. "I don't like the ranch hands and I do not know anyone else who I want, except for you."

"Carmen, I am not Mexican. You probably should marry into your own people, shouldn't you?" I asked.

"I don't love any Mexican. I love you. I want you to make love with me, like Victor does to Sally." She challenged. "I have seen Victor's penis and I've seen some of the other ranch hand's too. They always want me to, what is jack me off?" she asked.

"Victor wants you to jack him off?" I asked?

"No, not Victor, I have just looked in their windows and see them making love. That is what Sally calls it, but it isn't like jack off is it, Mr. Bill?"

"Anyhow, I've seen Victor's penis and those other Mexican guys' penis and I've also looked in the bathroom when you were showering and I've seen your penis. Mr. Bill, it is so huge. Why is yours so much bigger? Is it because you are American?"

"I don't exactly know the answer to that, Carmen." I squirmed, my cock begging for attention. "Maybe just because I'm a big guy all over, I guess."

"I want you to make love to me." And she plopped down on the floor, raising her dress above her hirsute pussy. Not only was Carmen fully endowed with hair around her vagina, but her legs had a lot of hair and under her arms as well. She'd never shaved, and she had copious amounts of hair. She had the most erotic trail of dark hair that ran from her belly button down into the mop above her pubic bone.

"Carmen, you are so beautiful, and I would truly love to have sex with you, to make babies with you. But, Carmen, we've never talked about this. You are from a different world than I am, and you must understand that there are many choices for you. With your beauty, with your intelligence you will have many men white, black and Mexican that want you. When we send you to school, after you become a citizen, you will have many choices become available." I reasoned.

"You don't love me. You don't want me. Yo soy fea. (I am ugly). I am old, too old. You want a young girl." Carmen reasoned.

"Carmen, do not say those things. They are not true. I do love you, I do want you, you are beautiful and you are exactly the right age. I only want you to have a choice as to what you do with your life, I do not want to be in your way, or to stop you or keep you from happiness." I explained.

"If what you say is true, then I choose you. I want you to make love to me. I need to feel a man, like Sally has." She begged.

"Carmen, I want you so much, and I would take you in a heartbeat under normal circumstances. But, first, before we make love, I want you to understand that you are a very special woman. To give away your body to anybody, for the first time ever, is something almost no man living today in America has ever experienced. You are so desirable, and you are still a virgin at 30 years old. I will make love to you on our wedding night, not until, my sweet girl." I told her.

"Until we are married, I will give you that time to think about what you are asking of me, and allow you to break your commitment to me, and to make love with another man. But, if you do that, you and I will not be together. After we are married, neither you nor I can ever make love with another man or woman as long as we both are alive, do you understand?"

"What about you, can you make love to another woman before we are married?"

"No, I cannot and will not, Carmen. As of tonight, as far as I am concerned you are my wife to be, we are engaged. We will make it permanent on our wedding night. You and Sally must talk and set a date that you think is good for a wedding and we will have it here on the ranch, or wherever you think is good, but not in Mexico."

"I want to get married tonight."

"You talk to Sally. You think this through, make sure. Ask Victor; ask the ranch hands or the minister at the church in the valley or one of the teachers at school. Talk to others, be very sure, my lovely little senorita."

About 20 minutes after I left the house the next morning, I heard Sally and Carmen scream with delight. They were animated and talking in high pitches, loudly whooping and hollering most of the morning. We could hear them clear out in the corrals where we were working. My heart leapt with joy.

Sally and Carmen set our date to wed on June 30, just about 16 months after I'd rescued her from the wilderness of Sonora, Mexico.

We took the first load of calves, 2200 head, now fat cattle, to market one year after taking delivery of them as just weaned, and I made $650,000 net profit on the first loads that went in to the slaughterhouse. After the cost of the critters, all vaccinations, branding, all transportation,feed, cost of building corrals, pens, maintenance and labor, that was almost $300 per head profit, which is unheard of in the cattle business. It didn't hurt that fat cattle prices had risen sharply since the democrats had assumed power in Washington, and we raised a lot of our own feeds, which supplemented our retail cost of putting on those pounds of beef.

I still had around 25,000 head in my feedlots and we would ship them a few loads at a time, to different slaughter houses around the Kansas, Colorado, Nebraska and Texas Panhandle areas, over the next few weeks. This was going to be a windfall. Plus, I had the cow-calf operation up and running well with a thousand head of momma cows and their calves coming on. Our future together looked bright.

But, the brightest of all, was the marriage to my wife, now, Carmen Sanchez Travis. On our wedding night, like I've described, she was so anxious to have sexual intercourse, she was so wet, so excited that when I was finally undressed, as I turned facing her with my very hard erection pointing at her, she just jumped from about 3 feet away and landed, impaling herself on my cock. That was a remarkable feat of athletic prowess, as well as great desire and a will to get things started. She could have broken me, but it worked out. Whew!

She was very sore after that first coupling and it took a day, the next day, for her to heal. She was so afraid that sex would hurt and was reluctant to do it again, not wanting me to stick anything in her, at all. She remembered the pain of first union and saw the blood. It did blow her mind.

I was patient. I never tried to use my cock on her. I just kissed, caressed and loved on her. As I bathed her, that second night of our marriage, I shaved her legs and shaved her armpits. I used two razors to do those things. I had a dozen new ones ready. 

I continued bathing my Nubian princess, washing her hair, putting expensive rinses in it to make it shiny and soft, then I dried it and brushed it for hours. We returned to the two person bathtub and I ran another full tub of hot water, and began to soften her pubic mound hair, washing and lathering that hairy bush, taking liberties with her clitoris and around her little star shaped rectum.  

As I gently clipped the hair from her, then ever so softly ran the razor over her mound, I purposefully put my thumb on her clit, pressing it, making small circular motions on it.  She grabbed my forearm and humped my thumb. I gave her access to more of my hand and fingers and she began sliding up and down my inserted fingers, her breathing becoming erratic and uneven. She moaned and became very strong with her demanding hands, pulling me into her. She was only partly shaved, but she was unable to continue with the barbering for the moment. 

Carmen suddenly kissed me, opening her mouth, she stuck her tongue into mine with an urgent need, breathing through her nose and pressing her body into mine. She reached down with her hand to find my engorged, raging hard cock. 

With one motion, and with water sloshing out of the tub, she straddled me and slowly inserted my cock into her delicious pussy. Absent the pain of our first coupling, she let out a cry of pleasure, and ground herself fully onto my large and hard organ. I dared not move, waiting for her to decide. She began to undulate her hips, allowing my cock to slip in and out a few inches.  She became more demanding and I could feel the strength in her hands as they gripped my shoulders. I lay back in the tub letting her take the top position. I had little staying power and began to ejaculate. She continued to hump me in ever longer, harder strokes. She began her orgasm with me fully spent, but still hard. The sensitive tip of my cock was in overtime, but I stayed with her. This was a powerful woman and as small as she was, she was hyper strong. She used me hard and she came with a great shout, a great guttural growl that seemed wild and un-tamed. 

My little Carmen was becoming a woman tonight, at 30 years of age.

I finished shaving her pussy, applying lotion to all the areas that a razor had touched. 

So far, the physical contact we'd had was desperate in nature. It hadn't been sweet and loving, it was wild and demanding. I was anxious to be able to make her build slowly, to seduce her. Let me tell you, there was no seducing Carmen. She was hot, day or night, morning or afternoon, before lunch or during lunch. Carmen loved to fuck and she loved it hard, she loved it fast. She woke me by riding me; she put me to sleep while we lay on our sides, fucking in the spoon position, after 3 or 4 fucks throughout the day, as often as I was able to get in the house.

We'd never had any oral sex, it was just her organ mated with mine. How I wanted to explore the nuances, the gentler and more temporal things two people can do for and to one another. 

She never became pregnant. She was barren. The news, after 2 years of trying almost 4 times every single day devastated Carmen. 

She asked me if it'd be ok if we just didn't 'do it tonight' the night of our doctor's office visit. 

I was actually relieved and said that it was fine, I understood.

But, that night turned into five days and five nights, she hadn't touched me and eschewed any of my advances to her. She was loving and kind, just not physical. She was in mourning, inconsolable by any of the means with which she had ever become familiar. The idea that she'd never be a mother was something that she wasn't able to grasp. Once sex became a part of her life, and she knew how to make children, it was a logical next step, become pregnant and to start having babies.

I tried every one of those 5 days to initiate sex with her; she politely refused, with no excuse or explanation. She just wasn't up for roughhouse sex. She was in no mood to fuck and be fucked like a wild beast.

I know Carmen as well as any person alive, except Carmen herself. So, on the sixth night of our abstinence, I tied her hands to the bed as she slept. Then I lit half a dozen candles in our bedroom and pulled the covers off her. She stirred in her sleep and tried to move her hands, but felt the restraints.

"Bill, what are you doing?" she cried out as she pulled against the restraints.

"Teaching you about love, my sweet Carmen; quit your struggle now and let me comfort you.

She relaxed some, but said, "I am not in the mood for sex tonight honey. Please let me just sleep."

"No, Carmen. Tonight I am going to teach you about a different kind of sex. Something you are still a virgin about. You've always been so anxious to make love, tonight you will experience things you never dreamed of, trust me, my sweet. I won't do you bad, ok?"

"Bill, please..." She started.

But, I kissed her mouth gently, stifling her objection. I softly blew in her ear, nibbled on her lobe, kissed my way down her taut jaw. I nuzzled on her neck and blew hot air from my open mouth there where her neck becomes her shoulder. She shuddered a little, squirming and squeezing her legs together.

I lingered at her breasts, lathing each in kisses and licks and then warm air from my mouth. Very gently, I caressed her belly and up to whichever breast that I wasn't licking and sucking carefully.

"I love you so much, Carmen, my little Mexican warrior. I want you to see that when we are finished tonight, you will know my best expression of love that I am able to show." I whispered very quietly. 

She had to be still to hear me from where my face was, at her belly button.

She was squeezing her legs together, putting one foot on top of another and then back. She was writhing and I could smell her juices flowing. This was not familiar to her and she was losing control, having something happen to her, actually with her consent, but without knowing what was coming next. Of course, she was coming next.

As I approached Carmen's pussy, I noted that it had been 7 days since it was shaved. She had a 5 o'clock shadow. Not to worry, I was on a mission and she would benefit all the same, shaved or not.

Her arousal was obvious, she was moaning, groaning, writhing with lust, with helpless desire. She opened her legs wide for me as I approached her vagina. I avoided it, but blew hot air on and around it as I kissed around it and down the inside of her thighs. Alternating, I kissed lower on her thighs to the inside of her knees, where I lay on my back, my legs off the end of the bed, and pulled her legs over my mouth and I ever so lightly licked the back of each knee, in the hollow of her joint. I lay there kissing each calf down to her feet, taking each toe into my mouth and bathing it with love. I kissed her instep and her heel on each foot and back up to the back side of her knees. 

By now she was in full blown arousal. I knew that if she was turned loose, she'd fuck my brains out. But, I wanted to remain in control for now, and I kindly told her, "no" when she begged for release of her hands.

I rolled over onto my stomach, between her legs and I kissed my way up the inside of her thighs. When I got to that junction between her thighs, where her torso begins, I licked and blew on the inside of that area, all around her pussy. She was nearly climaxing, but needed some actual stimulation to push her over the edge.

Gently, ever so slowly, I kissed and licked to her very wet slit. I dabbed my tongue inside it and sucked a mouthful of moisture from her. My upper lip braised her clitoris and she began climaxing. I continued my ministrations, licking and kissing, sticking my tongue as deeply inside her as I could reach, letting my upper lip lightly nibble on her clitoris. Her body convulsed, her legs wrapped around my head, and I could not hear the sounds of her wails as she experienced this love making that was totally unfamiliar to her.

Knowing how sensitive she'd be, I halted my kissing and licking, but continued puffing warm air onto her clit and vagina. It seemed to heighten her experience, and the orgasm seemed to last longer with more intensity than I had seen from her before. 

She relaxed her grip on my head and neck. I rose up above her where she could see my full erection. It was fully at attention and she looked at it with heavily lidded, lusty green eyes. I knee walked up her body, with my knees on the bed outside her torso, until my cock bounced and jiggle there in front of her face. In the dim candle light of our room, I could see she was thinking, and then, deciding. 

She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and licked the liquid off the end of my dick. She made a small canal out of her tongue and rose her head up to put it on the underside of my cock, her lips sucking me forward into her mouth. This was the first time ever that Carmen had a penis in her mouth. 

Later she told me that she didn't know what to do, so she decided to make her mouth like her pussy and just push and pull on my dick while sucking as hard as she could. 

I exploded in her mouth with force. She coughed. I did not tell her I was coming, I just came. She sputtered, coughed and swallowed some of it, spitting out some of it and my continued blasts assaulted her nose, eyes, hair and face.

After she recovered from the blast in her mouth, she giggled. I had never heard Carmen Giggle. It was endearing. How I love her.

I untied my love and she wrapped her body around me, enveloping my mouth with kisses, smearing my own body fluids all over my face, but she was kissing and loving me with all she was worth. 

She said, "Bill, I never, ever expected that love could be like that. Thank you so much for showing me, for making me see. I want to do this all the time. We can still do the hard and fast, but I love how you love me."

We'd rekindled our love affair. Carmen convinces me every day that she loves me without limit, without reserve of any sort. I do the same for her. We are totally devoted, totally committed. We work hard, we play hard.

How fortunate for me that I found this lily, this precious flower, in the deserts of Northern Mexico. How glad I am that I had a hand in her rescue and in keeping her from Delmar Quernado. Though he never knew it, I imagine that I saved his life by taking her with me. She would have killed him in his sleep. His threats were just idle; he would have been defenseless and impotent in her presence.



"You can't pick a lily, all fresh with the dew, without some of its' fragrance remaining on you."

-HelenSteinerRice                                                                    -------------------------------------

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Pultoy



Beautiful



It took me a long time to like myself. When I was younger, I was very overweight, bordering on obese. I had all sorts of related health problems, not to mention self esteem issues. It's a pretty widely accepted fact that overweight people tend to have good personalities because their looks can't speak for them.

So I tried to console myself in the fact that I was a good person with a great sense of humor. I had intelligence and was driven. I genuinely cared for other and never wanted to harm anyone in any way. I just couldn't seem to escape all those extra pounds.

Where the weight hurt me the most was in the romance department. Sure, I had a pretty face—bright blue eyes, high cheekbones and full lips, but boys didn't look at my face so much as my fat stomach and double chin. It was so discouraging.

But I did have one really good guy-friend, James. James didn't care about how I looked, he just liked me for me. Now, I knew he'd never want to date me, but we had a great relationship. We talked about almost everything and made each other laugh. James was my most surprising friend, because he didn't fit his stereotype. See, James would have fit the whole bad-boy stereotype if it weren't for his friendship with me. He didn't care what people thought, he dated all the prettiest girls, he partied harder than anyone I knew.

Yet he was friends with me. I didn't disgust him. In fact, when I'd go on a diet, he'd ask me why I was doing it. He told me he just wanted to make sure that I was changing because I wanted to. He only wanted me to do it if it would make me happier.

And thus my crush developed, obviously. But I never said anything. I never acted upon it (hello, my self-esteem issues prevented that, obviously).

One night my junior year of high school, I was sitting at home on a Friday night, watching TV in my room when suddenly there was a tapping on my window. I looked over and saw that James was sitting on the roof outside my window, tapping on it. I looked at the time. 2 AM!

I hurried over to the window and unlatched it. Clad in only my pjs, I hugged myself from the cold outside and to cover my unsightly body from him. He stumbled in and nearly fell, but caught himself. Oh how drunk he was.

"James, are you all right?"

He smiled as he turned and looked down at me. I could get lost in those light brown eyes. His shaggy brown hair was a mess, falling everywhere and he was wearing a useless leather jacket that obviously wasn't keeping off the cold. "I'm great," he practically shouted.

"Shh!" I insisted. "My parents are asleep," I whispered.

James laughed softly and lifted a hand to his lips in an imitation of me. "Shh!"

"Just how drunk are you, James?" I asked rhetorically as he fell onto my bed. "Do you need somewhere to stay for the night?"

James just smiled serenely and laid back on my comforter. "That's why I love you."

The words made my heart skip a beat, but I knew they didn't mean what I wanted them to mean. "I'll take that as a yes. But you know you can't sleep in here. So, come on, you can take Shannon's room 'cause she's away college." As I had done many times before, I moved over to help him up so we could walk. How he managed to climb up to the roof was beyond me.

But as I moved closer to him, he just ended up pulling me down on the bed too so we were both sitting. He opened his eyes to look at me and our faces were very close. He lifted a hand and tangled it in my hair by my left ear. "You're so... pretty." He mumbled and moved in. He kissed me! Our lips actually touched and he didn't pull away.

But I did. He was drunk, he didn't know what he was doing. "Ok, Mister. You're drunk, let's get you to bed." As much as it pained me to, I ignored it. And the next day I found out he didn't remember it at all.

Then his parents, apparently fed up with his antics, decided to send him to military school. I was devastated. He was my best friend. But, I decided to make the most out of my misery and make a change. So in the year that he was gone, I completely revamped. I went on my first successful diet and exercised regularly. And it really did work. I was a completely different person and all the boys noticed. I got asked out numerous times (as I was fairly hot now), but I turned them down. Boys were only noticing the outer beauty and I wanted someone who noticed the inner beauty.

And then he came back. One night at around 10, I was sitting in my room reading one of my summer reading books and that familiar tapping came on the window. I looked up with butterflies flapping around in my stomach and there he was. Sitting on my roof like he hadn't ever left. Well, his hair was a bit shorter and he seemed a bit buffer from all those push-ups, but all in all he was still my James.

I fairly ran over to the window to let him in. When he stepped inside, he lifted me off my feet in a hug and spun me around. "I just got back an hour ago. I had to come see you," he explained.

"You look great," I breathed, noting that the push ups had done wonders for his biceps. 

"Me? What about you? You said you'd lost weight over the phone, but I wasn't expecting a swimsuit model," he laughed.

"Shut up, I'm nowhere near that," I protested. "But come on. I want to hear all about it."

"Well..." he began as he took off his jacket and dropped it on the ground. "It was awful, but I had a lot of time to think."

"What'd you think about? Come up with the great American novel?" I joked.

"Mostly I thought about you," he admitted, staring right at me. No nonsense, so pussyfooting, just strait honesty, as James tended to do.

"Me?" I was shocked.

"Remember that night when I came here right before I left? Remember when I kissed you?"

My breath caught. Of course I remembered, I hadn't thought he did! Oh my.

"I wasn't drunk that night," he said honestly. "I meant it. I had been meaning to for a long time you just... you pulled away and I realized I was going about it the wrong way. Now I know I should have told you this before, but I didn't want to say it over the phone. I wanted to show you."

He reached out and grabbed the small of my back to pull me close and cupped my cheek with the other hand. His kiss was so deep and so breathtaking that I saw stars. Of course I kissed him back, this was what I wanted! I wrapped my arms around him and smiled against his nearly desperate kiss.

He reached down with both hands and grabbed my butt and lifted. I dutifully wrapped my legs around him so he could walk us both to my bed. Honestly, the whole being lifted thing made me nervous, but he managed. Hey, former fat girl here.

Carefully, he laid me down and then just went at it. He climbed on top of me and proceeded to explore my body with his hands without ever breaking our kiss. I was at a loss for what to do with my own hands until I figured it out. I pulled the bottom of his shirt up and tugged it until it was near his neck. He sat up and finished removing it himself, before coming back down on him.

His hands on me felt so many things. It felt wrong, because I hadn't really been touched like that before, but it also felt amazing and it felt like I was loved. He began unbuttoning my pj shirt and I was not protesting. This relationship was 3 years in the making and I was 18. If it came to sex tonight, I was going to do it.

He removed my shirt, leaving me bare-chested, and leaned down to take one of my firm nipples into his mouth. I moaned low in excitement. He moved to the other, all the while removing both my shorts and underwear simultaneously. He was clearly an expert at this. All I could do was pant and wait for his next move.

He sat up and admired my body, which made me feel uncomfortable—like I needed to cover it. But I was embarrassed to because he seemed to be getting happy because of it. And I do mean happy in the "erection" sense of the word because he was getting hard against my leg. 

He followed my eyes with his own and looked down. Wordlessly, he unbuckled his belt and threw it to the ground. I sat up and helped him undo his jeans and pulled them down with his boxers. He had to stand to drop them to the floor, but after he was right back on me. He was beautiful, not that I had anything to compare it to, but all the same.

Our naked skin felt amazing when it touched and made me almost want to cry with emotion. After all these years, it was finally going to happen with James. I loved him, I really did. And even if he didn't love me the same, it was worth it to experience this with him.

I wasn't sure where the condom came from, but it was there before I knew it and James was pausing for the first time. We didn't need to speak. He just asked with his eyes and I nodded with a smile.

Then came the brief pain followed by bliss. As he moved inside me, I raked his back with my nails, adjusting to the pressure and pleasure at the same time. It felt like nothing I'd ever experienced, and clearly he was feeling the same thing I was because he kept moaning.

Feeling sort of small with him looming over me, I whimpered as he started moving faster and thrusting harder. It was still my first time, so it was rubbing a little raw. It felt really good, but a little painful at the same time.

And then I felt his hand on me. On my clit. He was rubbing it gently for me while he pumped in and out. The result was almost indescribable. Almost at once, I came in a blinding flash of colors and sounds and shakes. It was so powerful and mind blowing that I swear I blacked out for at least a second.

He came soon after and collapsed when he finished. Laying half on top of me, he closed his eyes and panted for a few minutes. When he pulled out it felt like a small part of me died. But he laid right next to me, pulled me into his embrace and whispered into my ear, "You really are beautiful."



Beautiful



Jodi's favorite thing about Lacey was her back. When she was naked, lying there like she was now, it just seemed so elegant, so exposed. The entire silhouette was a beautiful shape, a simplified version of all the curves she possessed. Jodi reached out to caress that back now, gently. Her fingers barely touched the shoulder blade, barely grazed over the skin. Lacey shivered a little, and rolled, giggling sleepily. Her crooked nose ruffled up a little when she was amused. 

"Sorry, I thought you were sleeping," Jodi said, not being sorry at all. 

"Its okay, I like it," Lacey whispered back. 

Jodi reached out and began to caress her front, now. She ran her fingers over the soft breasts, and hard nipples. She pulled her fingers together and spread them apart again as she touched the other woman's belly and thighs, then reversed the motion of her hand so that it was going the opposite direction, back up towards her collarbone and neck. 

They were both completely naked, completely shaved, and neither of them had a blanket on. It was fall, but still warm enough that blankets weren't necessary, especially upstairs in the warmest room of the house. They had spent the night drinking with their other roommate and all her friends downstairs, and then they went upstairs to fix Lacey's hair. Now here they were. Playing with each other's hair had led to gently caressing the rest of one another's bodies, then taking a nap together. Seeing it from an outside view, someone might have had a hard time deciding if what they had done could even be considered sexual. 

Lacey opened her eyes a little wider, and stretched her legs out. She sighed and then raised an eyebrow, saying, "We should go back downstairs." 

Jodi shrugged. "But then we'd have to put clothes on." 

"Who says?" 

They both laughed, and went downstairs. Neither of the two girls were drunk anymore, but they stumbled down the stairs hanging onto each other and reveling in their giddiness. Mouths opened in the house packed full of people, but they pretended not to notice. Every college student had seen a naked woman before, they would get over it eventually. 

The destination was the refrigerator, but they were interrupted by their roommate Hanna. "Hey what the hell guys!" she yelled over the music. It wasn't really a question, which was good, because she seemed to immediately accept the obvious answer, and then move on to another question. "Want some of this?" She held up the bottle of Southern Comfort, then pushed it into Jodi's chest. She took the bottle and drank, then handed it to Lacey. Hanna started to yell something neither of them could understand for no real reason, and they both smiled and yelled too, then moved on toward the kitchen to get their own individual drinks. 

Lacey took Jodi by the hand and led her into the living room, trying not to trip over a random man on the floor who was being yelled at to chug something. They looked around for a place to sit, and realized quickly that there wasn't a place. Jodi saw one guy in the corner, reading his own beer bottle. No one was sitting next to him, and even though he was on the floor, it seemed like an unlikely place to get stepped on. Jodi tugged Lacey in that direction. "Let's sit by him," she tried to yell, but was almost too quiet to hear. 

"He looks like a dork, are you sure?" 

"You hang out with dorks all the time," Jodi yelled back, shrugging, "where else would we sit?"

"What? Talk fucking louder," was Lacey's only reply, but by then they were both turning themselves around to sit. 

The awkward looking man next to them looked up, and then looked shocked and frightened. Jodi was closest to him, but momentarily pretended to ignore him. He seemed to be trying to go about his own business for a few moments while she engaged in conversation with Lacey, but she watched him discreetly out of the corner of her eye. 

Suddenly they were all interrupted by a large foot almost stepping on Lacey. The person it belonged to caught himself on the wall, and at the same time as he was apologizing, he swept his other foot out, and managed to knock over Lacey's beer. "Oh, you fucker! Fuck you!" she yelled at him. When he disappeared into the crowd, she picked the beer up, and puckered her lips in disgust. "Be right back," she said to Jodi, and then shoved her way through the crowd to get another beer. 

For a moment Jodi watched Lacey go, her naked breasts bouncing slightly as she walked. She wasn't the only one watching. It seemed that every man turned to look as soon as they knew she wouldn't see. They were all wondering why. She smiled to herself just a little, wondering if she got those looks, and knowing that she did. She had the bigger breasts and straighter teeth. 

It was too awkward, after that moment, to sit next to the guy to her right and not say anything, even though he pretended to still be reading the label of his beer, occasionally tapping his fingers to the music. "You like this music?" she asked, trying to make conversation. 

He looked up, almost seeming shocked and unsure of whether or not to flee. Then he looked back at his hands. "Not really, I uh, I really don't like rap." He looked back up at her. 

"Neither do I. My favorite is Jazz," she replied, smiling even though she didn't know why. He smiled back, seeming altogether confused, but delighted. He didn't say anything, so she did, "Are you going to ask me why I'm naked?" 

He laughed. "Sure, why are you naked?" 

"Because I want people to see how beautiful I am," she replied, half-heartedly. 

"You don't sound convinced of that," he said, taking a swig of beer. 

"I don't get as many looks as Lacey does, do I?" 

He shook his head, "Yeah, you do. You are gorgeous." 

It was the most sincere compliment she had ever heard in her life. He sounded like his breath was taken away by her beauty, the way her breath was taken away by the most beautiful works of art. It was something that no one could fake, and Jodi found herself caught off-guard. She didn't know how to accept compliments from strangers while she was sitting there naked, especially when she rarely was able to accept them when she wasn't naked and obviously flaunting herself. 

"Thank you," she said shyly. He nodded in reply, and then they were both quiet. "I hate these parties," she eventually said. He looked up at her. "I always have to yell so loud, and its hot, and it smells like shit." 

"You want to go outside?" he asked. She nodded her head vigilantly, wondering why she hadn't thought of that first. Maybe the alcohol really was getting to her. She stood up, and then watched as the boy stood up. He was at least a foot taller than she was, and all she had to do was raise her eyebrows before he said, "Yeah, I know, I'm tall." 

She began to lead the way through the crowd when she passed Lacey, talking to someone else. "Hey, I'm going outside for a little bit," she said. Lacey barely acknowledged her with a head nod before going back to her conversation. 

Once outside, they went up the hill in the back yard to sit next to a large tree. There were no lights nearby, and the only other people out there were on the porch and in the driveway. All the noise seemed a mile away, and Jodi laid down on the cool grass to enjoy the calm. The boy sat down next to her, seeming to not really know what to do with himself. She shoved at him, "Lay down." He obeyed immediately, and she could suddenly see the bulge that was now tight against his pants. She rolled onto her side, facing him. "Thank you for the compliment."

"Its true, you are beautiful," he said quietly. It was an odd feeling, to her, to be the confident one in any situation, but she knew she could take advantage of it. 

"No, I mean this one," she said, sliding her hand over the tight spot in his pants. He opened his mouth, trying to respond, but nothing seemed to come out. She laughed, and put her hand on his chest. He began to laugh as well, realizing that she wasn't really laughing at him. 

"I'm sorry," he said. 

"For what?" 

"I really... I don't have experience with relationships, and I am not going to do a one night stand, but you... you are just too beautiful, I can't control myself. I can't even believe I'm comfortable enough with you to be out here at all. I don't have any idea why I -" he was cut off in the middle of his sentence when her lips touched his. 

She kissed him for only a moment, and then pulled away, leaning over him and letting her hair fall around his face. He took a moment to breathe, and then put his hand on her back, gently pulling her toward him again. This time he kissed her, too. 

When they pulled away again, he looked at her face, only inches away from his, and whispered to her as though someone else might hear, "How drunk are you?" 

"I've had one beer since I woke up from my nap. You?" 

"Not at all." 

They both laughed again, for no real reason, and she began to unbutton his pants. She slipped her fingers into the hole in his shorts, and began to stroke him gently. He seemed elated, but only allowed to do it for a moment before he sat up and took his shirt off. Then he pulled her chest to his, and laid himself back down, holding her with long arms and kissing her. She put her fingers in his hair, feeling him and smelling him, and wondering why she had never done anything like this before. 

He kicked his shoes off while she was sitting on top of him, and she assisted him in removing the rest of his clothes. Leaning forward, she kissed his neck, and let herself glide up and down, touching her wet thighs to his, but not letting him penetrate her. He put his hands on her breasts, not groping like other men, but gently, like she had been with Lacey, like she wanted Lacey to be like with her. He caressed her whole body, all that he could reach. Grabbing her thighs to support her, he rolled both of them over so that her back was to the cool grass, and kissed her. 

She pulled his body closer to hers, and guided him into her. They both moaned a little as he slid himself all the way in, and she lifted her legs, to intertwine them above his back, allowing him to go even deeper than before, and herself a little control. He moved in and out, slowly at first, and then a little faster. The rhythmic motion seemed to last forever, until she was moaning with every thrust. Her thighs ached, and she tightened them around him. He began to go faster, then, nailing himself into her with increasing speed and depth until they were both making more or less the same amount of noise. 

Every cell in her body exploded at once. It wasn't like she imagined, where only one part of her body would feel the orgasm. She could feel him throbbing inside of her as he came, and she could feel her own breasts rising and falling, her cheeks going numb, her legs going taut, and then a release. Everything in the world released, even the man on top of her. His breath went out of him suddenly, and he slowed down, stopping to lie on top of her, supporting himself with his forearms. 

She rapped her arms around him. "Wow." 

"Yeah, wow." 

"I want to see you again." 

They both laughed in their own sweat. 



Beautiful



It was a Friday evening, the sun beginning to set as Rabbit sat in front of the vanity, drying her hair. A towel still clung around her shoulders to ensure that her outfit stayed dry. Once her hair was sufficiently free of moisture, she picked up the curling iron, which had been heating up since she had stepped out of the shower. It was a long and tedious task, but Sir had specifically asked for it tonight. He had something up his sleeve; she only wished she knew what. Almost an hour later, her long red hair hung in ringlets down her back. She pulled the front back from her face, securing it atop her head with a small, but elegant, gold clip. Her make-up took less time; she didn't wear much. Quickly she swiped on some mascara before adding a thin, smudgy line of eyeliner in her favorite shade--a deep burgundy brown. A small touch of blush on her cheeks completed the look and, after a quick once-over in the mirror, she decided that she was ready. Standing, she pulled the towel from her shoulders and tossed it into the clothes hamper.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror, visible through its open door. Her outfit, much like her hairstyle, had been chosen for her. Some of it she had never even seen before tonight. All-in-all, she liked the ensemble. It consisted of a short black skirt, tight enough to show a little curve but loose enough to flow freely, paired with a corset. It was made from rich purple brocade silk with a simple black trim, and managed to cinch her waist a full four inches without being too constricting. The longline style just covered her hipbones, with the top cutting off just below her breasts, slightly pointed in the center for a smidge of support. Her "under" garments were simple. The bra she had found this afternoon, waiting for her with the rest of the outfit, was sparse. Thin black lace covered surprisingly little of her breasts, scooping low down the front. She noted that it clasped in the front, a novelty she had never given much thought to.

A slight breeze wafting through the second-story bedroom window reminded her that there had been no panties laid out with the rest of her clothes. In fact, every pair that she owned was suddenly and inexplicably missing, blatantly obvious from the dresser drawer which had been left open. She had wondered at that, curiously checking the other drawers as well. Nothing. Shrugging it off, she crossed the room to a lone wooden chair set at the foot of the bed; the chair she had found her current outfit draped across. A pair of shoes and an opened envelope was all that remained. Setting the envelope on her lap and the shoes on the floor, she leaned forward. First one foot, then the other, slipped into the heeled shoes. She knew this pair to be one of his favorites, and hers. They were made of black patent leather, a classic design with a slightly pointed toe and a five inch spike heel. It was a pair she was reluctant to actually walk around in, self-conscious of the added height, but he loved just to see them on her. She buckled the strap that adorned each shoe at the ankle, and closed the tiny padlocks that kept them in place. There was no functional use for these but she loved to feel their slight weight, and both of them found the look appealing. Her hands slid up her stocking-covered legs as she sat up again. They were sheer black nylon of the thigh-high variety, decorated by a purple seam which ran up the back. Though these were the stay-up kind, he had surprised her with a set of garters which attached to the bottom of her corset before stretching to hold the tops of her stockings in the front and back. The purple back-seams, garters, and corset matched perfectly; she had no idea how he had pulled that off.

Sitting up straight in her seat, she pulled a single sheet of paper from the envelope, reading it one more time. "To my Rabbit, You have two hours. As I am sure you've noticed I have taken the liberty of picking out your clothes. When I meet you tonight, I am expecting the following: 1) That you have showered and shaved. 2) That your hair is curled. Whether it is styled up or down is your choice. 3) That you will wear what I have laid out for you and nothing else. 4) That I will find you sitting in this chair, facing forward, and wearing the blindfold that I have provided. I will see you at 8:30. Be ready."

Trembling slightly with anticipation, she returned the letter and removed the blindfold he had included in the envelope. It was plain black leather and lined with thick, soft fleece; a design she knew would block out every scrap of light. The digital clock sitting on top of the dresser flashed, showing 15 minutes to go. She was glad that she had dilly-dallied a little--waiting like this was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. Taking one last look at the mysterious sheet-covered rectangle which was propped against the wall, bathed in the fading glow of twilight, she held the blindfold to her eyes and securely buckled it in back. She tried to relax, the hard back of the chair fitting snugly just below her shoulder blades. With her hands folded in her lap, she focused on taking deep breaths, and waited.

It seemed ages later when she heard soft footsteps in the hallway outside the door. Her heart, which had just recently managed to quiet itself, sped up a notch. It wasn't quite racing or pounding, not yet, but the blood pulsing through her ears seemed louder than normal. The doorknob turned, the door opened and, after a few moments' pause, closed. She felt his presence as he took his time to cross the room and wished she could see him; the time she had spent with him at dinner suddenly seemed as if it had occurred days ago, rather than hours. The corner of her lips twitched in a small, but contented smile as his fingertips brushed her leg to grasp the envelope still sitting there, the warmth of his body close enough to touch, if she had dared. The note tossed aside, along with something she could not identify from the soft "thump" it made against the bed sheets, she felt his body heat retreat as he circled her, slowly. As always, this sort of inspection made her worry that she had forgotten something, but she felt confident that she had followed his every instruction. As he squatted down in front of her he lifted the top of her skirt to look for the panties she wouldn't be wearing and ran his hand briefly over her shaven mound, checking for stubble. Smiling to himself, he said nothing, released her skirt, and stood. Grasping her hands in his he swiftly, though gently, pulled her to a standing position as well. He softly kissed her lips, just for a moment, before pulling away and releasing her hands. 

"Turn around please, legs spread, and bend over. You can use the chair for balance if you like."

She turned obediently, tentatively sticking out a foot to locate the chair before bending cautiously at the waist. Her legs were spread wide, a good three feet apart, and she rested her elbows on the seat of the chair. He ran one finger slowly up the length of her slit, smearing the thin dribble of liquid which was seeping out even now. A few seconds passed, until she suddenly felt something probing her wetness. It felt different than the usual dildo--its shape was somehow wrong. He slid it in up to the base, and she realized that this particular object was definitely not a dildo. It was about four inches in total length, a bulb which tapered quickly from a small blunt tip to a more substantial width. She felt the unfamiliar intruder being pumped slowly in and out of her, once, and then twice. As it was slowly pulled out she realized, with some amount of surprise, that he had merely been lubricating it. This toy was meant for a different hole.

Swallowing nervously, she focused on relaxing herself. This was new, but nothing she didn't feel she couldn't handle. In fact she imagined, with some embarrassment, that she could feel herself getting wetter at the thought, as nerve-wracking as the concept was. Just as she had expected, she soon felt a pressure at a previously ignored orifice.

"Just relax," he told her, soothingly, a hand cupping one of her cheeks in order to hold it aside, "this will go in a lot easier if you do." She nodded her head in acknowledgment, taking slow deep breaths. He began to push then, gently wiggling the plug from side to side as it slowly began to slip in. Her instinct was to tense up, to refuse the foreign object, and she willed herself to instead let it in. If he wanted to try this, she would let him. Sure enough, she was able to let the muscles loosen enough for the plug to settle itself in nicely. Once he had worked it in to its full length, he tapped the base of the plug with the pads of his fingers, just once, for good measure. She jumped, feeling the slight motion all the way to the end of the plug. As awkward as the new sensation was, she couldn't deny that it excited her. She expected him to have her stand back up, or sit back on the chair, but instead she became aware of his hands lingering on her backside. His left hand still rested gently on the curve of her ass, and now his right hand was softly caressing the smooth flesh. Before she could get too used to this his hand pulled back, reconnecting sharply with her skin. SMACK. She made a small noise of surprise in the back of her throat, feeling the warmth already starting to spread from the point of contact.

He built up a steady rhythm, alternating hands every so often. Caress, caress, caress, SMACK. Caress, caress, caress, SMACK. She anticipated each hit, and found herself pushing her ass backwards into the strike of his hand. His slaps were soon met by appreciative moans. She always loved a spanking and, to her surprise, the new sensation of the plug made the experience that much more arousing. The spanking steadily increased both in speed and force, her moans growing louder and more insistent. Suddenly, his hands were gone, and she groaned softly in disappointment. His hand slapped lightly at her now very moist pussy as he directed her, "Sit back in the chair."

Straightening up from her bent position, stretching her spine as she did so, she turned to take her seat once more. She delighted in the feel of the cool wood against her warm and still smarting ass. It was difficult to find a comfortable position, and she shifted her weight several times, trying to get used to sitting with the plug in. Trying not to fidget too much, she found a tolerable position and stuck with it. "Good girl," he murmured, and ran his hand through her hair, knowing that this was a big step for her. He leaned over the bed, grabbing what he had dropped upon entering the room. As he knelt before her, she felt the familiar sensation of rope being wrapped around her ankles. He worked quickly--this was something he had done many times before--to secure each ankle to its corresponding chair leg.

After a while, he spoke. "This may seem like a strange question, but did you look in the dresser?"

"I did, Sir," answered him slowly, wondering if she had done something wrong.

She could hear the grin in his voice as he stood, walking behind her, "Good. And what did you find?"

"Not a thing, Sir."

He took her wrists in his hands one at a time, pulling her arms back and over the low back of the chair rather than around it. Her wrists were bound together, secured to the lowest rung of the chair back.

"Excellent. Because the clothes you have on are all that I am allowing for the weekend." The last length of rope that he had set aside began to work its way around her elbows. He chose to bind one and then the other, leaving a few short inches of rope, stretched taut, in between. The tie was loose enough for him to be was certain that she would be able to hold the position as long as he chose to keep her there. Even so, her shoulders were pulled back such that her breasts were thrust proudly forward, causing her to wince a little as he tightened the rope and tied it off. She squirmed a little in her bonds, savoring the feel of being helpless and opened to him. 

With that taken care of, she felt him move to sit behind her on the bed. His hands trailed lightly through her hair, running from just above her ears, to the base of her scalp, to her shoulders. Rather than follow her arms back behind the chair his fingertips moved, so softly, to her collarbone before moving to rest between her breasts. He paused for a moment, feeling the rise and fall of her chest. He had to resist a small chuckle as he felt her heart beating so quickly. It always made him smile a little to see that he still affected her so much; that she was still excited by his presence and still reacted to his every touch. Finally, his hands resumed their movement, tracing slow concentric circles from the edges of her breasts inward.

As he reached her nipples, she braced herself for the small burst of pain she knew would follow. She was surprised to feel his fingers continuing their gentle movements, instead of his usual pinching and twisting. Oh yes, he was up to something. Once the small nubs were erect, almost painfully so, one hand swiftly unclasped the bra, pushing the straps back over her shoulders. So soft was his touch that she had let her guard down, and was completely unprepared when his hands shifted to dig his nails in just below her collarbone. He drug them forcefully downward, eliciting a sharp gasp from her as ten angry red welts began to rise on her milky white skin. She shakily released the breath, hoping he didn't notice the faint whimper she hadn't managed to suppress. Whether he had heard or not, he didn't let on. He simply stood to cross in front of her once more. The next thing she felt was his warm breath over her right nipple, his tongue snaking out to trail so softly along the outer edge of her aureole. Her left breast was cupped snuggly in his right hand and gently squeezed, so as not to feel left out. He teased her this way, her breath becoming ragged as she wished he would move faster, willing him to take her nipple into his mouth. When he finally did, she moaned softly in relief, her stiff and swollen nipple glad to finally be getting some attention. His tongue swirled expertly around it as he suckled gently, his teeth biting down on occasion, much to her obvious pleasure. This went on for several minutes, his ministrations becoming more and more intense, before he switched to give her other breast the same treatment. By now, she was very aware of the slickness between her legs, of the way her lips slipped and slid against each other with every movement of her hips.

When his lips at last left her skin, his hands slid slowly down her sides, until his fingers were toying almost absently with the waistband of her skirt. "How much do you like this skirt?" he asked her.

It was an unexpected question, and she answered him honestly, "I like it a lot, Sir."

His hands continued their mindless movement as he continued, "And... whose skirt is this?"

She knew the answer to this, and knew what this question meant. Silently, she mourned the loss of one of her favorite articles of clothing. "The skirt is yours, Sir."

With that, he pulled a small object from his pocket, flipping it open. Shuddering slightly, she felt the cool touch of metal against her skin. A light "shickk"ing sound reached her ears as the pocketknife slowly slit the thin fabric of her skirt from hem to hip. Although she could easily have lifted her hips to allow the torn fabric to fall free, he roughly placed a hand on the small of her back. Sliding it down to cup her ass, he lifted as much as was necessary to pull the skirt away, releasing her with little ceremony. Though largely unnecessary, she got the message his gesture had sent: Your body is mine, and I will treat it as I wish.

One finger lazily found its way between the fold of her sex, probing the warm wetness. "Now tell me, whose pussy is this?"

She hated that word; it sounded so dirty coming from his lips. He loved the effect it had on her. "Yours, Sir."

His finger plunged deep inside of her, stroking her walls. "Mine?" he asked her. "To do with as I please?"

"Yes.." she moaned softly, hoping he wouldn't stop touching her. His hands had been on her for most of the evening, and yet she'd felt little relief for the constant heat of desire pooling in her stomach. She wanted this, wanted him to touch her forever, to never stop making her feel this good.

He inserted a second finger, and a third soon after, moving them faster and harder. She was moaning openly now, her hips bucking against him as she began to lose herself in the sensations. "Does my pussy like this?" he asked. "Does it want more?"

"Yes," she breathed, feeling wonderfully full from the double penetration. "Yes, Sir, please keep fingering your pussy."

His thumb came into play then, rubbing circles around her swollen clitoris. This elicited even more noises from her, and it was clear that she was enjoying herself immensely. This did not go on for long, though; soon, he began to slow his pace, pulling out one finger at a time, until she was empty again. Ignoring her pleas for him to continue, he wiped his fingers clean on her cheeks, causing her to blush fiercely with embarrassment. "You're my girl, aren't you?" he spoke, leaning forward until his lips were mere inches from hers. "Mine; to own, and to use?"

"Of course, Sir," she responded, still regaining her breath. "I'm yours and yours alone."

That was when she felt the blade, cold steel, as it touched the column of her throat. It pressed against her skin, not hard enough to hurt but enough that its presence was known. "Then whose life is this?"

This was the same game he had played with the skirt, she knew. He would not hurt her, she knew. Yet the small knife that touched her skin sent a chill down her spine, a shudder of dark excitement. "It is yours, Sir," she whispered, her voice suddenly small. A sharp pinch pierced her skin as the blade was drawn away, and she breathed deep as she felt a single droplet of blood begin to fall down her throat, down towards her chest. In an instant, his mouth was upon it, licking up the spilled blood before latching on to the tiny wound. His tongue bathed it, her head falling back as a long, low moan escaped her lips. Yes, her life was his, just as he lapped up the life which flowed slowly from her neck, and she knew she would always give him anything he craved.

As the bleeding slowed to a stop, he gently pulled his mouth from her neck. One hand moved swiftly to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping to release his dick. It was almost painfully swollen at this point. As much fun as he'd had teasing her, it was time to finish the job before he drove himself crazy. Unnoticed by her, a final small object was removed from his pocket. He stepped out of his pants, tossing them aside, and quickly untied her ankles. He took a step forward, pressing the button on the small remote in his hand, and then dropping it to the floor. She jumped, as the plug buried deep within her came to life.

There was one last item left on the bed: a riding crop. Reaching behind her, he picked it up. "Open your mouth." She did, and he placed the crop between her teeth. "Don't drop it," he directed her, "or I'll have to use it." She nodded, the vibrator causing her hips to wriggle uncontrollably in the chair. Grabbing her by the thighs, he lifted her hips until she was level with him. Without warning, he plunged himself into her. She gasped, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he began to thrust in and out. She moaned loudly now, and he groaned at the muffled noise he loved to hear. He could feel the buzzing of the powerful vibrator through the thin wall of her vagina, spurring him on. Neither one was in the mood to drag this out, as he pounded fiercely into her. The room filled with the sounds of their fucking, audible squelching noises accompanying each thrust as his hips slapped against her. Her moans soon became frustrated whimpers as she longed to be able to touch him, her arms pulling helplessly against the rope.




Beautiful



It had only been about five minutes when her voice reached his ears, muffled from speaking around the leather riding crop clenched between her teeth, "Please Sir, may I cum?"

"Yes," he grunted, and as she spasmed around him, the walls of her vagina milking him for all he was worth, he came too.

She nearly dropped the crop from between her teeth as she cried out. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, and she knew she would look forward to the next time that vibrating plug came out of the drawer.

As they both came down from their orgasmic highs he slowly pulled out of her and set her back down on the chair, removing the makeshift gag from between her teeth. He gently wiped himself clean of their combined fluids, in much the same manner as he had cleaned his fingers earlier in the evening. As the new juices mixed with the old still clinging to her face, her hips still twitching against the vibrator, contented mewling noises came softly from her throat. He nudged himself against her lips, and she parted them to allow him entrance, gently licking and sucking away the remaining traces of cum from his skin. Once he was sufficiently clean, he pulled away to pick up the remote, hitting the off button. She visibly relaxed, her heaving chest beginning to slow as she regained the ability to breathe normally.

She heard him moving around the room, doing something she couldn't determine. A few minutes later, he returned, kissing her gently on top of her head. "You've done well tonight, my little Rabbit," he told her gently, and she smiled at his words. "Would you like to see the surprise I have for you?" She nodded, feeling too exhausted to speak. He sat down on the bed behind her, and slowly pulled the blindfold from her eyes.

Blinking, she looked around as her eyes adjusted to the light. The sun had now completely set, and the room was lit by dozens of candles. The tiny flames cast just enough light for her to notice that strange rectangular shape against the wall. The sheet that had covered it was gone, and she could see that it was a full-length mirror. For a few minutes, she did nothing but stare at the image reflected back at her. There she sat: naked except for her corset and stockings, feet encased in 5 inch heels; her arms bound tight behind her back, holding her to the chair she sat in; his nails had left ten angry red welts on her breasts; both of their juices were smeared on her face and pooling under her on the seat of the chair; wisps of her hair were plastered to her forehead with sweat, and a small hickey sat at the center of her throat, broken by a single red line. Sitting on the bed behind her was the man she trusted more than anyone, the man she loved beyond all else. He was her companion, her lover, her Master. He was all she ever needed or wanted, and in his eyes she saw that he felt the same.

Her eyes left his reflection to glance at her own one more time. Each mark, each detail, was a mark he had left upon her. Marks that would fade upon her skin, some merely rinsed away, but that could never be undone. She had never looked so beautiful, she thought. 



Beautiful Alarm Clock



When I opened my eyes to the sound I had heard, you were standing beside my bed wearing the black baby doll top I had bought you for Christmas. I could see you were wearing no bra but you were wearing black lacey panties. I thought to myself how lucky I was to be awakened by you. 

I sat up on the bed and reached to pull you into my arms and rub my head against your firm boobs through the material of the baby doll top. Your scent was a mix of vanilla and lavender.....mmm you smell so good. You stood before me with your hands on my head holding my face against your full breasts. I could hear the beat of life as your heart pumped under my ear. 

Pulling back from your hold, I raised the baby doll up over your boobs then on up over your head and tossed it on the bed. I am always amazed by your beauty and softness and this morning was no different. You just keep getting better and sexier as you age. I took a moment to admire your boobs and the rest of your gorgeous body before taking one of your hard erect nipples into my mouth and sucking on it like I wanted your milk.

Your hands were rubbing all over my shoulders and upper back as I teased your nipple with my tongue. I began kissing every inch of the front of you as I sat there with my little fella growing inside my shorts. You always manage to make me grow hard instantly and I love that. I continued sucking first one then the other nipple as my hands roamed over your white silkiness. Letting one hand slide down your side, over your rounded hip and down your thigh, I slowly and lightly moved my way to your hot, steamy crotch.

You were already dripping from your beautiful pussy and I wanted to suck your juices into my mouth and swallow them down. I had you lay back on my bed and I spread your thighs as I kissed and licked up them to your wet, hot pussy. Your horny scent was wafting into my nostrils driving me onward like an aphrodisiac. As I parted your pussy lips, droplets of your juices were clinging to the folds inside those swollen lips. I buried my tongue inside you and sucked and licked at your juices.

You gasped and shuddered when my hot tongue pushed inside your wet opening. Immediately a gush of your juices flooded from within, flowing over and around my tongue. You were already moaning and whimpering your pleasure as my tongue explored every surface of your pussy it could reach. I licked and flicked and sucked on you like a man obsessed. You tasted so good and your pussy was running a river of your heated juices for me to suck and swallow.

Before long you began to pump your pussy up and down under my licking tongue, causing me to lick from your butt hole to the top of your clit. My god, j, you were flowing so much pussy juice into my mouth. Your pumping action turned into almost a thrashing, jerking motion as you rode your senses from my tongue and mouth. You grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pulled me tightly against your delicious pussy. I was having a hard time breathing as you pushed, trying to get my tongue even deeper.

Your moans now had my dick rock hard and wanting you badly. I moved to slip it into your scalding hot pussy to make love to you. Again you gasped when my dick entered your sloppy wet pussy and your legs wrapped around my hips and worked with me as I pumped in and out of you. We were both moaning loudly and I was slamming down into you hard, making you squirm and buck against my hips. For quite some time we rode each other hard and passionately until you could feel your orgasm building.

We banged and slammed against one another, each building to reach the ultimate orgasm together. I could feel your body tensing first, and then you began to shake and buck so hard. My loins had long sense sent their hot load heading down my rock hard shaft to its final destination. Just as your entered your orgasm, you stiffened your body and clamped hard around my dick as you shook and shuddered and moaned your way through your orgasm. I began to shoot my hot, creamy load deep into your cavern of love. Shot after shot splattered deep inside you as your cum drenched your whole pussy with its delicious, thick, creamy sauce and drowned my dick in its creamy slickness.

After we both got our senses back together I moved up to your face so you could clean our cum from my little fella. You licked and sucked all over my dick, letting your tongue clean our cum from it. When you were satisfied there was no more to swallow, we lay back together and held each other and ran our hands all over each others body. I love my alarm clock.



Beautiful Ariel



Back when I was in college, I met a girl named Ariel. She was literally the most beautiful girl I've ever met.

It was my first year at the university, and she was a senior at the local Catholic high school, about a mile away from the campus. Per regulations, she had to wear the classic uniform, plaid skirt to her knees, white blouse, blazer, and so on like all of the other girls there.

Even though this was an all-girls school, her beauty was striking. She liked to wear her hair in pigtails, but her hair was so long that each braid fell down her back to her waist. She said she liked the feel of them better that way because she could swing them around better when she felt like it. She may have been in high school, but her figure was fully developed, and she was well aware of it.

She also had one of the sweetest voices I've ever heard; honey sweet and slightly smoky. I could listen to her for hours and never grow tired of it. I heard her sing solo once in one of the Catholic masses she attended through school, and her voice was so ethereal and sweet I swear Saint Peter himself would have sat up sharply and taken notice.

In addition to being both incredibly beautiful and brilliant, she was also one of the most erotically sensuous girls I've ever met. She knew how innocent she looked in her plaid skirt and long braids, so she would sometimes go to school wearing no panties so she could "feel the rough material of the skirt rubbing against her naked ass as she walked" and "the cool wind caressing her hot pussy". Her words, not mine.

I don't mean that she was promiscuous, in many ways she was still an innocent. She was still a virgin at the time, and as things turned out, we were each other's first and last. I thought at the time when she said these things, that she was just trying to shock me and see how I reacted. Not till much later did I find out that it was both, she did want to see how I reacted, and that it was true. She said she liked the thrill of thinking how the nuns would faint dead away if they knew she was stark naked beneath her skirt while singing in the choir during mass.

The thing is, I am totally blind, having lost my sight in an injury when I was in my teens. So at the time when I met Ariel, I had no idea she was the most beautiful and sensuous girl I would ever meet; I only found these things out later.

Being blind, there is a lot that goes into schooling, one of which is obtaining accessible reading materials like text books. Nowadays these can usually be found in electronic format, but back then, they were mostly still in print. So, through Disabled Services, readers would volunteer to read text books for students at the university. Sometimes this would be other students at the college, or volunteers from the local Catholic school would do so instead since both institutions were loosely affiliated.

This is how I met Ariel, she had volunteered to read one of my textbooks. My first thought upon hearing this news was, that's really nice of her, Ariel is a really pretty name. My first thought upon hearing her speak though was, she has the most beautiful voice I've ever heard, how the hell am I going to pay attention to anything she is actually saying. Thus, Ariel and I were introduced.

Months went by though, and we both got into the rhythm of things. She was an immense help, but I never lost my attraction to her voice; it just settled deeper as we became friends. She also noticed that sometimes I would be listening to her, but not always remember what she had been reading at the time. She asked me if this was because of the injury where I had lost my sight. So I somewhat embarrassingly admitted that, no, it was because her voice was so pretty that I had trouble concentrating sometimes on what she was saying. She was quiet for a moment, then asked me about something else to change the subject. I was afraid that I had offended her by admitting this to her, but she still seemed to be okay, so I tried to put it out of my mind. I only found out much later that she thought this was the sweetest thing anybody had ever said to her.

One important thing about being blind is, initial attraction isn't physical, it's always auditory. Having lost my sight in my teens, I had been fully sighted before, so I knew from purloined Playboys and the like what women looked like naked, and what I was most attracted to. So I didn't know what Ariel looked like physically, just that I was powerfully attracted to her, based on the sweetness of her voice, plus her kindness and intelligence.

We started spending more time together, and she got into the habit of describing things to me. These started out as small things as we were out together. She would comment about something she saw like "that's weird", then I would enquire what about, and she would describe it. As time went on, she became increasingly better at it. I remember one night when she described the moon and stars for me, and how the clouds looked scudding across the sky. She did it so well that I could see all of it in my mind, even though I couldn't do so physically.

This was totally amazing. 

For a blind person who was previously sighted, all of the original points of reference remain. When somebody said airplane for example, I pictured what I remembered an airplane looking like when I could see, which didn't match the airplane being referenced in the present. Instead, Ariel opened a door in my mind that I thought was closed forever, and that by itself was truly magical.

I discovered that she enjoyed describing things to me just as much as I enjoyed hearing her do it. As part of her own studies, she was learning about the arts, and she started describing these to me as well, which was fascinating. She started out with many of the well-known pieces such as the Mona Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci, the Persistence of Memory by Salvador Dalí, David by Michelangelo, and many others. At the same time, she started sprinkling in the erotics as well, such as The Birth of Venus by Sandro Botticelli, Rokeby Venus by Diego Velázquez, the portrait of Gabrielle d'Estrées et une de ses soeurs, and even the sexually incongruous, such as Monument to Balzac by Rodin and the statue of Hercules and Diomedes in Palazzo Vecchio in Florence. She loved describing that last one, god how she laughed; we both did.

By this point, she had become such an important part of my life, that I couldn't bear the thought of doing anything to jeopardize that. I remember thinking of her as I lay awake at night, longing for her so badly that I thought the ache in my heart would kill me. That's when I realized that I loved her. I've felt many types of pain over the course of my life, starting with the injury when I was scarred and broken, but the pain that is felt when you truly love somebody but don't know if they feel the same for you, is like no other. I didn't know what to do, and I was so afraid of doing the wrong thing. 

A huge problem for me, was that I had built up many emotional defenses over the years, which was a necessity. Due to the nature of my injury, I was scarred everywhere, my face, my head, my neck, my arms, my legs, my stomach, and so on. When I say I was broken, that is literally true. So much of the time that it took for me to heal and grow stronger, was during the years that I was in high school. Needless to say, I was forced to build exceptionally strong emotional defenses. Outwardly to others this appeared as a form of stoicism, where I rarely spoke to anyone. I found out later that many saw this as arrogance, which couldn't have been further from the truth. I was just trying not to be noticed by anyone.

At one point, when I was experiencing a moment of weakness and self-doubt, I asked Ariel if my appearance was difficult for her. I immediately regretted it, fearing her answer, but she was starting to mean so much to me, that I needed to know the truth; even if it hurt me. She was quiet for a moment, then she said no. A few awkward heartbeats went by, and I thought that was the end of it.

Then she said, actually, she liked my scars. She said she admired me because I had obviously experienced things none of the other guys she knew could even imagine enduring in their worst nightmares, and that somehow I made myself stronger because of it.

My eyes were burning, and I couldn't speak for a bit; I kept trying to swallow past the lump in my throat. That was the sweetest thing any girl has ever said to me, and if she had asked me for the moon, I would have found a way to fetch it for her. Years later, the two of us attended a local theater production of Beauty and the Beast, and the irony was not lost on me.

A couple of weeks later, she was telling me about the Christmas Ball at her school, and that this was one of the few events that guys were allowed to participate in on campus. Then it occurred to me that she was asking if I would like to go as her partner. So I said yes, of course; I would have done anything for her by then, and I'm sure she knew it. I was a bit nervous though, because I had never gone to a dance before. When I was in high school, for obvious reasons, this was just never in the cards for me.

She helped me out though, and the two of us went shopping one day, and she helped me pick out a black silk button down shirt, black slacks, and a dark red tie that she liked the look of. She said her dress would be dark red too, so we would look good together.

When the day came, we met at the dorm; she said I looked great, and I said I was certain she did too. Luckily she knew how to knot a tie, which she helped me with, then we were off.

By this time, I had a fairly vague idea what her body type was, just from daily contact. I knew she was about a foot shorter than me from the direction of her voice, that her hair was long because I sometimes felt it blow against my arm when we were out together, and that she had a slender build from us going sighted guide together.

If you are unfamiliar with this term, sighted guide is when a sighted person guides a blind person through touch.

With my left hand I would hold Ariel's right arm just above her elbow. This is how I knew she had a slender frame. My hand would wrap all the way around it so that my thumb and middle finger touched. This is relative though, because my hands are fairly large. When I could see I used to play basketball and could grip it one handed from the top without it falling. I was also about six feet tall and my shoulders were slightly wider than average; with long arms, having hit a growth spurt when I was fifteen, where I grew about a foot.

My point is, Ariel wasn't a weak pencil thin waif, but rather, slender framed athletic and lithe. For example, I know she was part of the track and swimming teams, and was one of the best there. She admitted to me once that the hardest part about sports for her, was having to confine herself. Belatedly, not sure what she meant by this, I finally realized that she was talking about her breasts. From this, I gathered that she was also fairly well-endowed.

Even so, she always felt delicate to me, and when we walked together, I was always careful to hold her as gently as possible. Her skin also felt flawlessly soft and smooth, and I couldn't stop myself from wondering if all of her felt that way.

We arrived late, because she said we would make a grander entrance that way, which didn't really help my nervousness much. It was okay though, and everybody was nice and kept saying how great we looked together, so I felt a bit better after that. Plus I was there as the date of the most beautiful girl in the school, which I must admit did do wonders for my confidence.

Thankfully she wasn't into fast dancing, which I always had trouble with. Though I'm about six feet, my frame other than my shoulders and arms is fairly narrow, so I'm not the largest of guys; usually weighing about 150 pounds. I've been told I have a swimmers physique, whatever that means. Even so, I've always been physically strong. When I was a kid, I used to climb trees like a monkey. I lost a lot of that after the injury, but had gradually regained it by working out as much as I could while I was still in high school; primarily in self-defense. It's sad that I had to make myself as physically strong as possible just to protect myself from assholes, but my options were few. So by the time I went to the dance with Ariel, I had a lot of physical mass, and was worried about hurting somebody if I tried flailing around and gyrating erratically, which wasn't that appealing to begin with. Ariel said that she wasn't dressed for that type of dancing anyway, which I didn't understand at the time, but was happy to hear. 

Instead, she and I retired to a corner and amused ourselves with her descriptions of the other dancers, which was actually a lot of fun. Since I was taller than she and the noise was quite loud, I had trouble hearing what she was saying, so periodically when something interesting happened, she would grab my head and pull it down to her level so I could hear her better. I didn't mind this at all, sometimes I could feel the warmth of her breath and her lips against my ear, which was more than a little distracting.

Some of the things she described were quite funny as well. Apparently Kimberley's boyfriend (whoever that was) was dancing so erratically that the floor around him was cleared to prevent injury to others, where he had the mistaken impression that his seizure-like jerking and spastic flopping was a form of expressive art. During a particularly ingenious move involving an ill-conceived summersault, the seam of his pants split wide open to reveal a startling white expanse of his briefs like an accusatory exclamation point; proving once and for all in divine providence.

At the end of the evening, the final slow dance was announced, and she suddenly said this one is for us! I probably looked like a dear caught in the headlights, but she took my hand and pulled me out onto the dance floor. Her hand felt so small and delicate in mine, I was trying not to squeeze too tightly even though my heart rate had gone up a few notches in panic. Somewhere around the center she stopped, and just like that, we were closer than we had ever been before.

Since I was taller than she, her arms went around my ribs, and mine around her shoulders to her back. It turned out that I was right about her having a slender frame, because we fit perfectly like that. The first thing I noticed, was that she had woven her hair into one long braid down her back, and that her hair was amazingly soft. Also, it felt like she had threaded long strands of tinsel into the braid. She must have looked absolutely gorgeous. I had a sudden vision of us together, she, delicate radiant and beautiful, and me, tall scarred and scary.

The song had just started, and it was at this point that I realized several very important things simultaneously.

First, her dress appeared to be made of something like silk, and was one of those sleeveless ones that dip down from one shoulder to the small of her back before rising to the strap on the other shoulder. Meaning, all I could feel with my hands on her back beneath her hair, was the warmth of her smooth naked skin.

The second thing I realized, was that I could feel no bra strap back there, meaning she wasn't wearing one, and because I was wearing a silk shirt with nothing beneath it, I could feel her warm breasts pressed against me separated by what felt like only two layers of thin material. More than that though, I could also feel two points of hard pressure, which struck me in a sudden flash of clarity, were her nipples.

The third thing I realized at the same time, was that I was currently in the process of growing an instantaneous and irrevocable erection, and that there was literally nothing I could do to stop this from happening.

So, in accordance with physical laws such as gravity and the like, my penis started out pointing down within my boxers, then began to fill with blood and lengthen in that direction before moving forward and up as nature presumably designed in its infinite wisdom.

This doesn't work when you are wearing slacks though, especially in this particular situation. Because, what happened to me, was that my straining erection got lodged pointing downward at a forty-five degree angle; getting stifled in its forward momentum by the material of my slacks as well as getting stuck directly between Ariel's thighs.

I was mortified with embarrassment; I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I thought she was going to instantly pull away and slap me, and that she would never talk to me again. I was horrified, and I must have frozen in preparation for letting go of her, but she seemed to sense this, and instead pulled me tighter. I must have been bright red, but somehow I kept moving my feet as we danced like that; shuffling my feet so I didn't accidentally step on anything important.

What followed was the sweetest and most painful four minutes of my life.

The sweetest because I could feel the full length of her body against mine; the smooth skin of her back beneath my hands; her warm breasts and nipples pressed against me. Plus I could feel the softness of her hair against my throat and smell the fragrant shampoo she used as she turned her head and pressed her ear to my chest; probably feeling the beat of my racing heart with no trouble at all.

The most painful because having an erection caught at that angle is in no way pleasurable, and with every movement in our dance together, there was no way she could not have noticed the hardness of it pushing and nudging insistently between her legs like an eager puppy wanting to come out and play. If Ariel ever had doubts about the way I felt about her, they ended on that night.

When the song ended, and we broke apart, I immediately reached into my pocket and turned the dial so-to-speak so that my erection was pointing up and tucked behind my belt, so as not to be so obvious I hoped. Even so, I'm certain Ariel saw the tent pole effect before I had a chance to rectify that particular boner.

I was still terribly embarrassed, and didn't know what to say. She must have seen this, so she grabbed my hand and said to come on so we could get out of there. Both of us were quiet as we walked back to the dorm, and I was so afraid I had broken something between us.

When we arrived, she was quiet for a moment, then she grabbed my head as she had at the dance, and pulled it down to her level. She whispered into my ear "thank you", then kissed me lightly there, and was gone.

My hands didn't stop shaking for a long time, and I got very little sleep that night. I couldn't figure out what she was thanking me for. Was it just because I went to the dance with her, or for something else. Was she just being kind by ignoring my involuntary mishap, or did she feel something towards me as well. I was very confused, worried, and scared to hope for the impossible. As far as I knew, she just saw me as a blind guy who she liked to tease, and nothing more.

Ariel didn't mention anything about it when we next saw each other, so I tried to do the same, and we seemed to be back on the same footing as before. Everything between us still appeared to be normal.

She started taking a Creative Writing course at the same university as part of an extended learning program through her high school, and she asked if she could read some of her material to me. I found out that she was a very talented writer. She started by experimenting with poetry, then moved into short stories, and then started tinkering with her own literary inventions.

She came up with a theory, and asked if she could test it out on me. She called it Immersive Sensory Input. I don't know if that was a real term or if she made it up, but it sounded impressive at the time, and I of course said yes.




Beautiful Assets



Brisk, autumn days like these simply don't come around too often in Texas. Anyone who has ever lived in Texas will tell you so. The weather here is almost opposite of the norm, with randomly-extreme hot and cold days here and there. But not today...today was perfect.

I pulled into my driveway at around 4:15, and proceeded to enter my house. It wasn't very large, but nice, considering my income. I've been doing quite well for 28, I tell myself everyday. I still pressure myself to do better. I take off my coat and hang it in the entry-way closet. I turn through a series of corridors (with newly-installed wooden flooring), and enter my room. It was around that time that I heard the first sign of a great evening.

I should have known when I noticed the brisk weather. I should have noticed that today would have been great. However, when I heard the rev of a car pulling into a driveway, I smiled a wicked smile. My next-door neighbor was a goddess. She's seven years younger than me, mind you, and that's fine with me. She has to be the most beautiful woman I've ever known. As I hear the car drive into her driveway, I look through my window, just to see if I can catch a glimpse...

Her name is Julia, and sure enough, I could see her brilliantly from my bedroom window, as I had so many times in the past. She exited her crimson-red Corvette, her blonde hair shimmering, wearing her usual attire: a nice-fitting short-sleeved shirt, and her trademark tight, light-blue denim jeans. Julia had the greatest ass known to man. I didn't know her friends or who she hung out with, but I had a feeling that every guy who hung out with her simply wanted to fuck the living daylights out of that perfect ass. As if on cue, Julia bent over, pulling something from the inside of her car out, revealing a pink thong. Her jeans only tightened (if that was possible) as she searched her car, and the thong seemed to be peeking out at me, teasing me, taunting me. I could feel my cock stir. I reached into my pants and began to massage it...but why? She's right next door, I thought. And it was at that very moment that I knew why today was going to be such a great day. I had to have her. 

Jacking off to her was over. I was going to fuck her, and she was going to let me. I tried to hide my raging erection as I walked towards my front door, exiting, and walking coolly over to Julia's house. I had just caught a glimpse of her front door closing. Perfect timing. I strode past the Corvette and up her driveway onto the porch. Julia's house was very similar to mine, in that it was nice, while remaining a one-story house. I approached her door, straightened my coat, thought for three or four seconds, and rang the doorbell. Julia opened the door, and, looking surprised, greeted me.

"Good afternoon, Nick." She stated calmly and politely. I started to think she was treating me like a superior.

"Hello, Julia." I responded awkwardly. Without letting another uncomfortable moment pass, I started to think about the plan I had made in the few seconds before I rang the doorbell, but my thoughts were focused completely on Julia and her sexy body.

"You wanna come in, or would you rather stand out here?" Julia laughed, opening the door further. I let out a forced laugh, and entered the house. 

It was a beautiful little home. The first thing I noticed was the scent. It smelled like someone who fit Julia's description, if that makes sense. I sat down on a nearby sofa, and glanced at Julia, now making a beverage in the kitchen.

"So, we're neighbors, but don't talk often," Julia semi-yelled from the kitchen. She walked into the room with a cup of what appeared to be a kind of tea. "Why is that?"

I accepted the tea, and drank, stalling my time before an answer.

"I'm not sure. Perhaps it's the age difference, different lifestyles..." I began, but was interrupted.

"Oh, that's no excuse!" she laughed. "As a child, I talked to my next-door neighbors every day, and they were an elderly couple!"

"I suppose..." I began to speak, but I found myself glancing over Julia's body. Her jeans were tight as skin now that she was sitting, her legs crossed. I could see an almost perfect outline of her legs in those jeans...

"You suppose...?" she interrupted my thoughts suspiciously.

"I suppose we just never have time," I stated, not missing a beat.

"Should we make time?" she asked, countering my fitting response. I was not expecting it.

"Absolutely," I smiled, again admiring her beautiful assets. "We should go to dinner. I know the owner of an incredible Italian restaurant out in..."

"Nick." It was a sentence all in itself, a command.

"...yes?" I questioned.

"We've been next door to each other for nearly three years." She explained. "We should be honest with each other, don't you think?" I wasn't quite sure where she was going with this. 

"You're right. I don't really like Italian food. What about Thai foo..." 

"Nick." Another command.

"...yes?!" I was now confused. 

"I know you watch me from your window." She stated. My heart skipped a beat. I was stopped dead in my tracks, my body cold, my face flustering with redness.

"You watch me all the time. But you never come over." She added. I didn't know what to make of this. I took a few deep breaths. I felt like I was in middle school, getting in trouble with my principle.

"I..." but the words would not come. 

"I watch you too, Nick." She provided inspiration for my words. "But I don't go after the things I want. I let them come to me." 

I could not believe this was happening.

"It's been three years, and you're just now getting here." She said, very plainly. I placed my tea cup on a nearby table. 

"I'm a very..."

"Shy person? I can tell." She was talking for me now. "But if you really are going to let that take over choices..."

I wasn't sure if she wanted me in or out of the house.

"What do you say, Nick? Are you going to go after what you want, or be shy?"

Without another word, I slammed my lips onto hers. We kissed like mad, our tongues dueling, dancing, and exploring every inch of our mouths. I licked her luscious lips, and she licked mine. I pulled her closer, and she switched positions, leaning on me. She broke the kiss and gasped for air.

"Now we're making progress," she smiled. 

She pounced on me and mounted me sexily. She slowly moved her hands up and down my chest. She bent down to kiss me again, and I slapped her ass. Hard. She gasped. 

"Mmm...I see what we're after..." she seductively whispered.

She resumed her bent over position, kissing me while removing my shirt. My hands stayed on her perfect ass the entire time. My shirt flew somewhere, and she licked my chest, and played with my nipples like a child playing with a new toy on Christmas morning. I pulled off her shirt as well, and threw it into the abyss with my shirt. 

I assumed her ass was the best part of her body. Her breasts were very nice as well. She wore a simple, pink bra that was obviously too small. She looked like she was about to burst out of the bra. She easily looked to be a size C. I removed the bra, and instantly licked and sucked her lush tits. She moaned and began grinding her hips into mine. It caught me off guard, and I bit down on her nipple, causing an arousing gasp to escape Julia's lips. I continued to play with her beautiful breasts, and she continued to enjoy it. Her hips moved back and forth slowly on top of me as I sucked, urging me to continue. I attempted to take an entire breast into my mouth, which resulted in utter failure, but a successful moan from Julia. I sucked until her nipples were the brightest red I'd ever seen.

Julia moved off of the couch and onto the floor on her knees. She unbuttoned my pants and yanked them off with precision. My erection was throbbing against my boxer briefs, ready to emerge. She teased me for a while, tracing my upper thighs with her fingernails, and scratching at my hips. I bucked my hips up, motioning for her to get on with it. She did just that. She stripped me of my boxers and deepthroated all 8 inches of my cock. I almost screamed. I felt my head knock against the back of her throat and moaned loudly. She moved up, my cock emerging from her mouth, until she reached the head. She placed her lips only around the head and sucked as if she were trying to get soda from a straw. It was the most amazing feeling I had experienced. Her tongue flicked and lapped all around the head, and eventually moved to the entire shaft, moving up and down my length slowly. She took me in completely a few more times, then moved down to my balls. She took one into her mouth and sucked lightly. Upon hearing my moan, she sucked harder, then sucked the other. She made sure every bit of my cock and balls was wet with her saliva. She then did something I still get off to this very day. She took my cock all the way down her throat again, and when she reached the hilt, she lowered her bottom lip and took my balls into her mouth with my cock. It was apparent she had done this before. I bucked my hips so hard, she began to gag. I felt powerful when I heard her gag. I was so consumed with her wonderful blowjob, I didn't care about how she felt. She came up for a breath, and I pushed her blonde head down onto my cock once more. This time, she moved her mouth up and down my cock very rapidly, fucking my cock with her lips. I moaned and began to buck my hips, fucking her mouth in unison. I felt my orgasm approaching, and, I pulled out, and flipped her over into my position. 

I was now on the floor, staring up into Juila's eyes. Her lips were cherry-red. I began to remove her tight jeans, exposing the pink thong I saw earlier. I kissed the inside of her thighs, and instantly licked every single inch of her creamy skin I saw. I removed her thong with my teeth, and threw it over with my pants. I didn't intend to give it back. I then began to eat Julia's sweet pussy. She tasted like a rose smells, if you will. It was wonderful. Every lick caused a wonderful reaction from Julia. She would thrash about on the couch, throwing her head back, pushing my head into her pussy with her hands, or simply bucking her hips. I bit down lightly on her clit which made her gasp. I then began fucking her pussy with my tongue, which she loved. She fucked my tongue as best as she could. I continued to fuck her when she stopped me suddenly.

"Sean, I need your cock now, sweety!" she gasped.

She moved off of the couch and I sat down. She positioned herself to straddle me, and then lowered herself into me slowly. Shivers went up and down my spine her walls closed in on me. She was now on top of me, completely naked, with my cock in her pussy. I pushed upwards, going deeper, and she moaned loudly. She didn't fuck slow at first, as is the custom. She fucked me rough and hard from the start, bouncing up and down on my cock. She gasped and moaned every time my cock head would slip by her clit. I got off on the slapping sound of her skin meeting mine in between each thrust. I began to lick her tits, and she groaned approvingly, fucking me faster. 

I pushed her off of me, causing her to whimper. 

"All fours, please." I stated, as if ordering a coffee. She instantly did what I commanded, and I got a wonderful view of that perfect ass I had wanted for so long.

I slid into her pussy from behind, and, mimicking her actions, fucked her rough from the start. My balls smacked her skin every time I thrust in to her, and she screamed, pushing herself back onto my cock. I slammed her, hearing the "patting" of my skin against her ass. I loved watching her ass bounce when I would thrust in deeply. I couldn't resist, and I slapped her beautiful, creamy ass. 

"Mmm, baby...do that again..." she played along.

I spanked her harder, receiving an even louder moan. I continued to fuck her, although she seemed to want me to slap her more.

"That gets me so hot." She groaned, pushing back onto my cock again. She stopped briefly, and I followed.

"Take my ass." She moaned.

My cock sprang to a level of erection I had never though possible.

"You've looked at it for years, so just fuck it senseless! Do it, Nick!"

I lubricated my cock and licked her asshole a few times, making her squirm. I slid my cock slowly, centimeter by centimeter, into her tight anal chamber. My head was barely into her ass when I knew it would be the tightest fit I'd ever experienced. I slid in further. She yelled. I finally entered all the way with one, final thrust. She roared with pleasure. 

"My....god...." she barely gasped, her body collapsing on the couch in front of her. She stuck her ass out further in the air, teasing me.

I fucked her ass slowly, rhythmically, as if performing a slow dance. She would push a little bit backwards, but not much. I could tell it was somewhat painful for her. I took it easy until she loosened up a bit. That's when I began the ass-fucking that I had always wanted with her. 

I grabbed her hips and slammed my cock up her butt. She groaned. I growled as I pulled out, and thrust in again, a battering ram to knock straight through her castle gates. I fucked faster and harder with each new entry, and she did the same with her moans. Her ass literally trembled with each thrust, which turned me on tremendously. I hammered into her beautiful ass, imagining all the times I had wanted this. I felt my orgasm close, and I wanted it badly. I wanted to fill this gorgeous, legendary ass with my cum. I spanked her hard and relentlessly, and fucked her twice as fast. She gave up on keeping up with me, and just stuck her ass up in the air and fingered her clit madly. 

"Julia, your ass is about to be filled with cum," I let out. 

At that moment, I experience the greatest orgasm of my life. Jets and rockets of semen flew into her ass, and I kept on pumping full speed. Four jets...five jets...I kept pumping, moaning, and slapping her ass. The whole situation kept me going. Six jets...and a little extra...I was spent. 

I pulled out and collapsed onto the floor. Julia had collapsed on the couch similarly. 

"...Julia...?" I breathed, gasping for air as soon as I finished speaking.

"...yeah?" she asked.

"We need to spend...more time together..."

"I...concur..." 

It was very rare to have brisk, autumn weather such as this in Texas. It was just about as rare as me getting to fuck Julia's ass. Although I would want to fuck her again, I could now rest easy, knowing that those beautiful assets were not going to waste. 

Author's Note: Thank you SO much for reading. If you would, please comment and give me suggestions. I'm not sure if I want to continue this story or begin a new one. Thanks again for reading. I enjoyed it almost as much as you, I'm sure. Happy Holidays!