0 comments/ 31667 views/ 2 favorites By the Light of the Moon By: Lunamoondancer You lean back in your desk chair with a smile on your face, listening to my voice on the phone held to your ear. "Don't work too hard, Darling." I say the words in a teasing voice, knowing you will. "I'll be waiting for you when you get home." "Is that a promise?" You ask me quietly. "You know it is." I sit in silence knowing you are thinking about what my promise might hold for you. "I'm counting on it, Baby. Leave the light on for me." You hang up the phone softly as your mind wonders what I could be up to. The phone rings again and you get back to work. I smile as I hang up the phone and start making preparations for the night ahead. I know that you might be late, because it happens often. It is part of your job. Some women might resent that it takes you away from me so often, but I know that what you do is part of what makes you the man that I love. I also know that you always make it up to me so sweetly whenever something interferes with our plans. I look around the bedroom to make certain that everything is perfect for my surprise, then head for the bathroom to take a nice, long, hot shower. I reach in and turn on the water in the shower then start to slowly undress in front of the mirrored wall in the bathroom. As I uncover each part of my body, I run my hands over it, wondering if it is good enough, beautiful enough for you. When I am fully naked I stand and look at myself and hope that I am everything that you ever want or need. I vow to myself to always give everything I am to keep our relationship fresh and exciting. I waited a long time for you to come into my life, and I never want to think about what it would be like without you in it. I slowly pile my hair on top of my head and pin it in place to keep it from getting wet in the shower. Looking in the mirror again I give myself an encouraging smile, then turn and step into the shower. I stand under the hot spray and let it ease the tension in my shoulders as I think back on my day. I felt I had accomplished a lot with my work today. I couldn't wait to show you the new drawing I had finished. It was, in my opinion, by far the best landscape I had done in a long time, the beautiful hues of the pastels capturing the light of the setting sun over the mountains. I wanted to see the expression on your face when you saw the land you love captured by my artistic hand. My mind drifts away to another expression I saw on your face just this morning. My hands slide over my wet skin as I remember the passion in your eyes as our two bodies became one. The strength in your body always excites me beyond belief. The way you love me is unlike anything I have ever known in my life before, so intense, so uninhibited. I pick up a bath puff and slowly work some vanilla scented gel into it, then start soaping up my body. As my hands work over my skin I think of how your hands feel on me, and feel the heat start rising deep within. I rub the puff in circles over my breasts and belly, remembering the feel of your hot tongue on them this morning. My hands drift downward and I soap up my calves and thighs. I rinse out the puff and hang it up then squirt a little more gel on my hands. The lather slowly builds as I rub them together. I slide them down the front of my body again and slowly between my thighs. My fingers slip into the folds of my sex, remembering how thoroughly you explored there. My clit rises from beneath its hiding place in anticipation. I consider exploring my hunger further, but decide to let it build until you come home. I rinse myself off thoroughly then turn off the water and step out of the shower. I rub my warm, moist skin with the soft towel, enjoying the friction it creates over my sensitized flesh. I finish drying myself then sit down on the commode to apply vanilla scented lotion to my legs. When I finish with my legs I stand in front of the mirror again as I smooth the lotion over my upper body, rubbing it in slowly. As I finish I look at the small clock on the vanity and see that it is almost time for you to arrive home. I spray a fine mist of perfume in the valley between my breasts, inhaling the erotic scent and smiling at the thought of you tracing the scent with your warm breath and hot tongue. I take down my hair and run a brush through it, letting the soft curls fall freely around my shoulders. I look in the mirror one last time and smile at the soft glow on my skin, hoping that you will enjoy my efforts to make it inviting. I walk into the bedroom and light the candles I placed around the room, creating a soft glow in the dark corners. In front of the large window sits a new boudoir chair, upholstered in a soft, midnight blue chenille fabric. The full moon is shining in through the window onto the chair. I see your headlights bounce across the snow as you near the house and quickly seat myself in the chair. I lean back and drape my left knee over the arm of the chair, my hair falling softly around me. The moon highlights the contrast between the soft fabric and my pale skin. I wait breathlessly for you to find me there. As you pull up to the house you see that it is dark and you assume I have already gone to bed. You come into the house and pull off your jacket as you walk to the kitchen to fix yourself something to drink. The rest of your night at work had been crazy and you were ready to relax. With a glass of juice in your hand you walk to the bedroom to look in on me. As your reach the door you notice the soft glow coming from beneath it. You open it slowly and stand there as your eyes adjust to the dimness of the room. Your gaze is immediately drawn to the window where the moonlight is spilling in on me seated in the chair. You stand there quietly and simply look at me. I rise and walk over to you, coming to a stop with my nipples grazing your chest. I hear you inhale deeply as my scent reaches you, your chest expanding and pressing against my nipples firmly. I take the glass from your hand and set it on a table next to the door then take your hand and pull you fully into the room, closing the door behind you. I turn to you and raise my lips to yours kissing you softly. "Hello Darling," I say quietly. "I'm glad you're home." "So am I," you whisper against my lips as you kiss me again. I unbuckle your holster and set it on the table. Taking your hand again I lead you to the chair. I turn you to face me and slowly unbutton your shirt, standing as close as I can and still be able to move my hands between our bodies. You watch me quietly as I pull your shirt out of your pants and slide it off of your shoulders and down your arms. I drop the shirt next to the chair for now, as I focus on removing your vest. The Velcro sounds loud in the room as I pull the straps fee and pull the vest away from your body. It, too, drops to the floor with your shirt. I run my hands over the soft shirt you were wearing beneath the vest, grazing your nipples with my nails. I slide my hands beneath the hem and run them up your chest, sliding my fingers through the curling hairs. Your skin is so warm to my touch. I find so much pleasure in just touching you. You raise your arms above your head and I pull the shirt off. As it joins the growing pile on the floor my lips find your bare skin. I nuzzle into the hair on your chest and rain soft kisses there. My lips find a nipple and I flick my tongue over it. You make a sound of enjoyment and I continue across your belly, trailing my tongue ever downward. I kneel in front of you and unbutton your pants, sliding my fingers in the waistband. I pull gently and the zipper slides down slowly. I nuzzle against the soft fabric beneath as I feel your hands in my hair. I reach with both hands and pull everything down slowly, watching in the moonlight as your beautiful cock is exposed to my view. I give it a soft kiss and smile as it jumps beneath my lips. I push against you gently. "Sit down, Darling." I tell you softly. When you are seated I slide your pants up and unlace your boots, pulling them off. Then I pull your pants the rest of the way off, your socks coming off with them. They too join the pile next to the chair. I sit back and look at you resting in our new chair. It is the perfect size, well built and large enough for you to be comfortable in. The construction of it is perfect for my plans. I run my hands over your calves then concentrate on softly massaging them. I work my way slowly up your legs, rubbing gently in circles and kneading the tightness out of your muscles. As I reach higher on your thighs my administrations turn more to caresses than anything else. I lean forward onto my knees again and press my body between your legs. My lips find the warm skin of your thighs as I begin kissing and trailing my tongue over them. My hair drifts around me as I move up and nuzzle my face against the hot, smooth skin of your cock. I slide my lips back and forth along the base in soft, sweet kisses. My tongue flicks out in short strokes from side to side and I move up your shaft to the head. I slide up your body slowly, pressing my breasts against your cock. Your hardness feels so good against them. I kiss a nipple then nibble it gently, enjoying the feeling of it hardening under my tongue. Then I slide up a little higher and look into your eyes for a moment before meeting your lips in a hot, deep, passionate kiss. You reach between us and cup my heavy breasts, thumbs flicking over my nipples. Slowly I move back down your body, kissing every inch as I drift down to your cock. I circle the head with my tongue, ever so slowly, wetting it thoroughly. Your hips tighten involuntarily and you moan softly. I close my lips over the head and suck gently, sliding slowly up and down. I gradually take you deeper in my mouth, taking my sweet time and wetting every inch of you. My hands slide up your legs and I cup your balls gently in them, massaging them carefully, then I slide my hands to your hips to steady myself as I increase the intensity of my strokes. Your hands are in my hair again, helping me find your rhythm. I keep my strokes steady for a few minutes until you tell me to stop. I lovingly stroke my mouth over you a few more times then slowly let you slide out of my mouth, kissing the head softly as it parts from my lips. You are so hard right now, my attentions leaving you glistening wet in the moonlight. I look up at you and find you watching me intently. You take my arms and pull me up from between your legs. I gasp as your lips close around one of my nipples and you suck at it hungrily. Your arms close around my body and pull me hard against you, your hard cock pressing against my legs. I arch my back in pleasure as you move to the other nipple. You slide one of your hands between my thighs and slowly up to the apex where you find me hot and wet in my excitement. I pull away from you slightly and look into your eyes again. "Do you want me, Darling?" I ask you, my heavy breathing making the words come out low and soft. "Oh, yes, Baby." Your words make my heat rise even more and you feel my excitement in a surge of wetness under your fingertips. I swing my leg up over the arm of the chair as you slide a finger into my wetness. I tremble beneath your hand as you thumb my clit while you stroke your finger in and out slowly. I lean down and kiss you again, our tongues mating hotly. You pull my hips forward and rub the head of your cock on my clit, sliding it up and down over my wet vulva and back to my clit. I grab the back of the chair and bring my other leg around the side and slowly sink down on your hot, hard cock. I arch my back and take you deep as we both moan in the exquisite pleasure. Your lips close over a nipple again as I work myself up and down on your cock, your hands holding my hips tightly. We find the perfect rhythm between us, and our passion flares hot as you thrust in and out of me while I use the chair to maintain my balance over you. "Oh, God you feel so good, Darling." I struggle to speak, my breathing ragged now. "I can't last much longer." "That's good, Baby," you tell me, "I want you to cum for me." You let go of my hip with one hand and reach down between us. I jerk as your fingers find my clit. You feel my walls tightening down on you as the pressure builds deep inside me. I lean down and kiss you one more time as I impale myself hard on your cock and rub against your hand. I gasp and arch back as the spasms rips through me. "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, Darling!" I call out to you. "Now!" "Oh, God, Baby!" You shout to me. You grab my hips tight and pull me down hard as you explode deep inside me, my orgasm making it impossible for you to hold back any longer. I feel you throbbing your release within me, while I pulse around you. We move slowly against each other prolonging the feelings as long as we can. You sink back in the chair and pull me close against you as our breathing slows. You stroke your hands over my hair and down my back. All tension is gone from my body as you hold me. "So do you like the new chair?" I ask you in a whisper. I feel you shake with laughter as I am still lying against you. "Oh, yes, Baby. I LOVE the new chair!" You tell me before you give me a soft, sweet kiss. By the Light of the Moon I was sitting in the room; it was dark but lit well by the full moon shining brightly in through the tall windows to the right hand side of me. I didn't say a word to her as she came in slowly with her head down and hands behind her back, she didn't seem to notice me sitting there any way, she just walked across the room past me and knelt down with her hands resting in her lap – head still down. I watched her in depth trying for the life of me to figure out what she was thinking or feeling, she looked concentrated but lifeless all the same. I suddenly drew breath in with the sight of him standing at the door; he was big and solid, his muscles glistening in the light of the moon. He had a look in his eyes that I had never seen before and in a powerfully dark voice he said "Who am I." Her position still held tight she replied with the fear of god in her voice "Master." "Good girl," he said as he walked to her (ignoring the fact that I too were sitting there trembling with fear and anticipation.) He grabbed her by the hair, pulled her head back and ran his tongue across her quivering mouth, stopping to tell her that she had disappointed him and she was going to be punished hard. All she said was "yes Master, thank you Master." With that he leant down next to her and gathered the ropes he needed to have his way with her. He stood up and leant her back into the cross and one by one he grabbed her arms and tied them stretched out above her head to the cross, I heard her murmur with pain as he pulled her legs apart and tethered them also. When he had finished artistically tethering her body in ropes to the cross he reached for the cat and told her to count backwards from thirty, she counted "thirty Master" as he struck her body. I could see him getting hard and his body was glistening more and more with the charge of power he had over her. "Ten Master" she whimpered and he stopped. He gathered more rope and began to tie her tits together tightly; she struggled slightly but soon kept still when he warned of more severe punishment. "Where are my clamps," Masters Voice boomed in the stillness of the room, "ahh there they are, my good firm ones," "these little beauties will teach you not to disobey me won't they my slave?" "Yes Master," she spoke quietly as he clamped them one by one to her nipples. "Continue counting;" he demanded as he started to crack the cat onto her tense body. "Nine, eight, seven, six Master." He stopped and opened up her pussy lips, tying them apart to her legs with finer rope and clamping her clit. He fucked her spread pussy with his finger then licked off the juice. "You appear to be enjoying this, are you my slave?" "Yes Master I am!" she replied. "Keep counting then you filthy little bitch." She counted down the rest of her lashings and I looking at her could see that she was being fulfilled by her Master. I watched closely as he untied her and pushed her to the floor, she was ordered to suck his cock and while she was doing it she felt the sting of his crop on her arse and back. "I think it's time that you were gagged my slave for I'm going to really have my way with you now and I don't want to hear you complaining." He grabbed the ball gag and strapped it to her, lay her down on her back and tied her arms to her legs tightly so she couldn't move. I seen her struggling, she must have known what was to come but I didn't have a clue. He slapped her face and told her to lye still but she kept on moaning and struggling, then I seen why. He walked around her with the pillar candle spilling it all over her naked body, she screamed but it was muffled by the gag. She screamed more as he splashed the hot candle wax on her clit and nipples, though she did look beautiful laying there like that I did feel for her but he didn't, he was loving it and he was the almighty powerful Master right then. He clamped her nipples again and pushed an inflatable butt plug into her pussy and began to pump it up, she tried to squirm but she was too tightly restrained and I think it just hurt her more so she gave up and dealt with it. I heard him count to twenty pumps and she was panting with it inside her, then he pulled it out and she screamed again, I seen her pussy pulsating and knew that although it would have hurt that she was enjoying it immensely. To be continued... By The Light Of The Moon My wife and I have been married for almost 14 years. We have 3 children and a great marriage. At 40, my wife is 2 years older than I am. My wife has 2 younger sisters, who are both married as well. When I first met my wife, more than 16 years ago, her younger sister Sherry was only 18 years old. She was about 5'8" and very skinny. She looked like a typical high school girl who was as awkward as she was naive. My wife and I dated for a couple of years before we got married. Although I was very close to her family, it seemed we rarely saw Sherry during this time. Quite honestly, I never gave her much thought. But all that would change. I remember very distinctly the night of our wedding rehearsal. Sherry showed up with her boyfriend just as we were about to get started. She was one of my wife's bridesmaids. When I first looked at her, I did a double take. Sherry had matured into a very shapely and attractive young woman. I could hardly believe that this was the same girl I met 2 years earlier. She had an amazing pair of boobs and a perfect ass to match. One of my ushers, who knew the family quite well, also noticed the change. "Where did Sherry got those tits?" he asked. "She didn't look like that the last time I saw her." Later that evening, my wife even made a comment. "I wonder if the change in Sherry's body is a result of taking the pill?" she pondered. "I've heard that large boobs can be a common but welcome side affect." The years passed and Sherry herself got married. We all started having kids, and the families remained close. Sherry would often come over with her kids during the summer, and take advantage of our pool. I work from my home office so I was always anxious to see her in her revealing one piece bathing suits or her even skimpier bikinis. I was careful not to make my lust for her obvious, but it was sometimes quite hard. She has this one suit that has a zipper up the whole front. One day her 5 year old son pulled it down quickly. I got a very good look at her succulent boobs. I often wished that I had a secret camera in the change room to watch her get undressed. It was a Thursday morning in late November. I was just settling in for work when the phone rang. The call display said it was Sherry so my wife picked up the phone. "Hi sweetie," Sherry said. "My hubby's away at a police conference until Monday and I've just been called in to work the night shift at the hospital." Sherry is an emergency room nurse. "I wanted to know if you could baby-sit my kids overnight," she begged. My wife however had other plans. She and our kids were headed up to her parents cottage which is about an hours drive from our house. They were planning on staying there overnight, and coming back the next day. "Why don't I take your kids to the cottage as well," my wife suggested. "It would be a good chance for them to see their grandparents. The only thing is I won't be back until later tomorrow." "That's a great idea," said Sherry. "I'll be over quickly with the kids." When she arrived, about 30 minutes later, we talked briefly. I couldn't help notice that her ass was very shapely. I figured that it was in great shape form all the running she was doing. "I'll be back by about 5:00 pm tomorrow," my wife said. Sherry agreed that she would show up then to collect her kids. Everyone left, and I went back to work. Just before 5:00 the next day, Sherry showed up as promised. When she came in the house her hair was noticeably wet from the falling snow. "Hi Sherry," I greeted her. "Your sister just called to say that she's running a bit late due to the snow." That was no problem for Sherry since she was on her own tonight with her husband being out of town. I offered her some wine and we sat down in the family room and chatted. She looked amazing! She was wearing skin tight jeans that were riding up her pussy in the front. Her ass was incredible. She was wearing a loose fitting blouse that kept falling forward when she reached over to pick up her wine glass. I could see right down her top. She was wearing a thin yellow lace bra. Every once in a while I could clearly see her nipples poking through the thin material. We must have lost all track of time because about an hour later my wife called again. "Listen," she said, "I'm back at the cottage. The snow is really starting to blow and visibility on the highway was very poor. We're going to stay the night and try again tomorrow." We live in a snow belt area so this type of occurrence was common. When I looked out the window I quickly realized just how bad the snow had gotten. We live in the country and the roads can get quite bad when the snow is blowing off the farm fields. "Say Sherry, perhaps you should stay the night," I stated. "Why travel in this weather all the way home, just to have to come right back in the morning." She seemed a little apprehensive about the appearance of spending the night, but I told her not to be silly. "Look, if you're worried about how it looks then why not call the cottage to say hi to your kids, and at the same time tell your sister about the plan," I suggested. She did just that. My wife thought it was a great idea. She told her to go ahead and use some of her pyjamas and whatever else she needed to make herself at home. Of course by now my male hormones were starting to kick in. I had never spent any time with Sherry on my own let alone a whole night. This was going to be interesting. I suggested that we think about having some dinner. We decided on some pasta, a garden salad, and a fresh bottle of wine. During dinner we chatted about family stuff like kids, parents, and school. Sherry said that her husband was away a lot lately since he was training to become a detective with the police force. She was only working part time as a nurse so she had a great deal of time to herself. I've got a real thing for nurses in uniform and Sherry was no exception. I'd fantasized many times about what she wore under hers. My wife once told me about this white garter belt set that Sherry had, complete with thong panties and a skimpy bra. The idea of her wearing it always brought me to attention. After dinner, we cleaned up the kitchen. "Do you mind if I take a quick shower?" asked Sherry. "Of course not," I responded. "Let me get you a fresh towel. You can use the shower in the master bath." The shower in there is the nicest in the house. It's got lots of jets that spray your entire body. While she was in the shower I went to our room to get my pyjamas. The door to the bathroom was closed to the hallway, but the one to our bedroom was wide open. From our room I could see Sherry's reflection in the three way mirror mounted on the wall. She was in the shower which has a semitransparent door. I could see the outline of Sherry's body including her shapely ass and her nice firm breasts. She was washing her hair. As she massaged her scalp, her breasts would jiggle back and forth from the movement of her arms. I could see the hair on her pussy was dripping wet between hers legs. I was transfixed. I knew I should hurry up and get out the room because she'd be able to see me if she stepped out of the shower. Reluctantly I left. About ten minutes later she came down the stairs and into the home theatre room. She was wearing a pair of my wife's pyjamas. They were royal blue satin and they looked great. The pyjama top was quite tight since she has bigger boobs than my wife. The shirt was kind of pulling at the buttons and it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were straining against the material. "Would you like to watch a movie?" I asked. "Sure," she said, "that would be great." I'm an avid collector of dvd's so I always have the most current releases available. Even though I had a ton of recent movies, she chose "Body Heat". "Maybe watching this will warm me up on this cold night," she laughed I could think of other ways to take care of that. We cooked up a batch of popcorn, grabbed some more wine, and settled in for the flick. About half way through the movie, Sherry said she was still chilly. I got a big comforter from the closet and put it over the two of us. This seemed to please Sherry. She moved a bit closer to me and laid her head on my shoulder while we continued to watch the movie. I instinctively put my arm around her and got cosy as well. With her leaning on me like that, I could see down the front of her shirt. Her boobs were amazing. I desperately wanted to put my hand down the front of her shirt and play with her nipples but I knew better. I prayed that the growing bulge in my pants would go unnoticed by Sherry. Or did I. The movie ended around 10:00 pm "I'm getting very sleepy," said Sherry. "I think I'll get ready for bed." "Why don't you use my daughter's room," I said. "I'll help you change the sheets." We got the room ready and both headed off to bed in separate directions. Before I left her, she gave me a peck on the cheek and thanked me for being so kind to her. As I lay in my bed I was imagining her naked. My wife had often commented that Sherry liked to sleep in the nude. She probably only does that at home I guessed. About 2 hours later I was awoken by Sherry. She was standing beside my bed still dressed in my wife's pj's. "The hydro has gone out because of the storm and the house is starting to get cold," she informed me. My wife and I have a fireplace in our room so I hopped out of bed and lit a fire. "Listen," I said gallantly, "you climb into the bed and get warm. I'll put my shirt back on and sleep in the big arm chair in front of our fireplace." "Now who's the one that's being silly," she responded. "This king size bed has more than enough room for the two of us." I agreed without hesitation and hopped back into bed. Even though Sherry was my sister, it was a little strange laying next to another woman after 14 years of marriage. I had a hard time sleeping. So did Sherry. She got up to go to the bathroom and was gone for several minutes. When she came back into the room, I noticed that when the light from the moon hit her pyjamas, I could clearly see the outline of her nipples. They were very hard. This was probably due to the cold temperature. I could also see the outline of her bikini panties. They were smaller than any bathing suit I had ever seen her in. I was afraid that my now raging hard-on was going to give my thoughts away. Sherry slid back under the sheets and was laying on her side. She curled up into the fetal position and had her ass pressed up against my bulge. That was about all I could stand. I rolled onto my back. "Is everything okay?" she asked. "Everything's fine," I grunted. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt one of Sherry's hands on my chest. She had rolled over onto her stomach and had her arm over my body. I thought she was asleep. But as I lay there, almost paralysed with fear, her hand started to creep lower. Finally she had her hand on top of the bulge in my pants. Then, without warning, she slipped her hand inside my pyjama bottoms and began to massage my cock. Now I knew she was awake. "What are you doing," I asked stupidly. "Don't you like it?" she said. "Of course I do," I stammered. "Then just relax and enjoy yourself," she coyly said. "What would your sister think of this," I pleaded. "Don't worry about her," she giggled. By now she had moved her head down to my crotch and had helped me to pull my pants and underwear off. She was gently blowing warm air around my fully engorged cock. Then she began to suck on my cock with a gentle swirling motion of her tongue. I was in ecstasy. I'd been so worked up during the evening that I was afraid I would cum before things had gone any further, but I managed to keep calm. All the while she was working on my cock I was trying get my hand up Sherry's top to massage those beautiful boobs. While still sucking on my cock she rolled over on her side so that her front was facing me. Now I could undo her buttons with ease. As I did, her firm tits sprang out of the top and stood squarely in front of me. Her rosy pink nipples were hard and erect. She was gorgeous. This was all too much. I couldn't hold back any longer. "Look out," I screamed, "I'm going to cum." My cum splattered all over her luscious boobs. She scooped up my juice and licked off her fingers with great fervour. But the fun was only just beginning. I just had to have a nibble. I rolled Sherry onto her back and kissed her fully on the lips. We exchanged tongues at a furious pace. My hand started to massage her naked tits. They were magnificently firm. I hadn't felt boobs like that since I was 18. I kissed and nibbled her neck and worked my way lower. I finally reached Sherry's breasts. I kissed her nipples lightly and then put them between my teeth and bit on them gently. She started to moan in pleasure. I knew I had to take this further. While continuing on her tits, I let my left hand wander over her flat stomach until it reached the top of her bottoms. I inched my fingers under the waistband and slid them into her pants. I kept reaching further until I got to the top of her panties. As I slipped my fingers under the elastic, I could feel the faint trace of her pubic hair. It felt soft and curly under my delicate touch. As I inched even further down, all the while kissing her swollen nipples, I felt her moistened slit with the tips of my fingers. Her clit was engorged and her panties were soaked. I stroked my finger up and down her slit, occasionally slipping one inside her hot cavity. She was moaning very loudly. "Take off my bottoms," she yelled ecstatically. "I need you to lick my cunt." This came as a complete shock, but she didn't have to ask me twice. With the full moon shining through the crack in the drapes I could see her body as if it were daylight. I sat up on the bed and helped her to pull down her pants. She gave a slight lift to her bum which made it easier. I left her panties in place on purpose. I love lingerie, and I just had to see these. They were yellow lace panties. They were just like something out of the Victoria's Secret catalogue that my wife received each month. The material was wedged inside her crack and she looked ever so slutty. Although I loved the look of them in the moonlight, they were definitely in the way. I slowly eased them down, over her knees, and tossed them on the floor. Sherry ran her hand through her pussy hair and stuck a finger in her moist opening. She then licked her fingers very seductively. "How does that taste?" I asked. "Why don't you find out for yourself," she urged. With that, she spread her legs as wide as she could and pulled her cunt open with both her hands. I got down between her widely spread legs and began to kiss her thighs. My kisses got closer and closer to the target "Stick your tongue in my pussy," she begged. "I can't take anymore of your teasing." I finally did as I was told. I flicked my tongue over her clit and she shuddered in excitement. I then worked up and down her slit as she grabbed the back of my head and pushed it further into her pussy. My fingers were helping to keep her lips open as I sucked on her clit. It was big enough that I could gently bite it with my teeth. I had only worked her with my tongue for a few minutes, but that was enough. She bucked in orgasm and the flood gates opened. "No one's ever eaten me out like that before," she confessed, "especially my husband. In fact he doesn't like doing it at all." "What else doesn't he like to do?" I inquired. A sly look came over her face. "Do you think we could talk dirty while we have sex?" she asked demurely. I readily agreed. "Do you want me to lick your pussy again, or am I gonna fuck you silly?" I taunted. "Lick me, lick me," she pleaded. "Lick me 'til I cum." I dove back down between her legs and licked her silly. She was practically squealing in delight. "You're so damned wet," I shouted. "I've never seen so much pussy juice." "If you keep doing what you're doing you'll taste a lot more," she moaned. "Don't stop," she begged. "I'm so close." I continued to flick her clit with my tongue until she flooded may face with cum. It was delicious. "Oh my god," she screamed, "that was so intense." By now I was aching hard again. I wanted to fuck her so badly. After years of lust and fantasy, it was finally coming true. "I want that cock deep inside my pussy," she yelled. Who was I to deny a beautiful woman her wishes. She grabbed my cock and sucked it up and down with her spit covered tongue. It was so wet it was dripping. She then guided my cock to her moist and eager slit. With a slow and steady pace I plunged my cock deep into her open and yearning cunt. For a woman who had had 2 children, she was amazingly tight. I could feel her pussy muscles as she tightened them around my cock. "Pump me," she screamed. "Pump me hard. Grind my pussy with that hard cock." I fucked her as hard as I could. She had her legs wrapped around my back, and was almost forcing me deeper into her pussy. After letting me out of her leg grip, I flipped her onto her front and slammed into her from behind. She moved her sexy ass to meet my every thrust. Her firm and ripe tits were swaying back and forth as I pumped her cunt over and over. "Ride my pussy," she moaned. "Take me all the way." After 10 or 15 minutes of this, Sherry said she wanted to get on top. I rolled onto my back and she got into position. She grabbed my swollen cock and guided it into her steaming hole. The whole bed was wet with sweat and juices. It was incredible. Watching her whole body slam up and down on my cock was wild. Her tits were jiggling in front of my very eyes. I grabbed them and pulled her towards my mouth so I could suck her nipples. "Suck my tits," she yelled, "suck them harder." As she was riding my rigid pole, she would sink down against my groin and grind our pubic hairs together. It was an unbelievable feeling. Her pussy tightened harder again, around my aching cock. I could feel her orgasm dripping out of her and covering my balls. We'd been fucking for close to an hour. "I can't hold back any longer," I yelled. "I'm about to cum again." "I want you to cum all over my face," she shouted. Although I had never done this on purpose to any woman, I had seen it several times in porno movies. I jumped at the chance. Sherry quickly rolled onto her back and I straddled her chest with my legs. She grabbed by rock hard cock and pumped it up and down while playing with my balls. Bingo. I let loose a never ending stream of cum that landed in her hair, covered her face, and splattered her succulent boobs. I was spent. We laid there in the bed in our own juices. In seemed totally natural. We were so caught up in our sexual antics that we hadn't even noticed that the hydro was back on. "Why don't we take a shower together," Sherry suggested. "Then we can change the sheets, and get some sleep." In the shower we managed to fuck again. This time I pumped her pussy full of sperm. She was on the pill so we knew we were safe. The next morning we awoke to a winter wonderland. Snow was everywhere. My wife called and said that the highways were closed and that they were snowed in for at least another day. What a pity! By the Light of the Moon The woods are so dark for a full moon night. You walk quickly to your destination. The energy of nature filling you, pulling you toward the event you have been waiting for so long. You reach the clearing. You take in the scene, awed by the power of nature to create such an inviting vista, such a perfect temple for the ritual of the evening. The large flat rock honed by nature, a perfect altar; set on the shores of the peaceful lake, the wide green meadow stretching beyond the shores. The whole clearing ringed with giant oaks, creating a stage for the stars-the only witnesses to this evenings blessing. The heavens adding to the mystical aura of the evening, with the sparkling and twinkling of millions of natures night lights set against the cobalt blue night sky. The wind blowing gently through the oaks, rippling the waters of the lake, carrying nature's symphony on its wings, perfect music for the night. Then, she steps into view. A vision of the Goddess herself, standing high above you, as if floating in mid air, she bows her head to in silent greeting. She stands silently; awaiting you, long diaphanous silk billowing about her body in the breeze. Her fiery gold hair playing about her shoulders in a tumultuous riot. You look up and see the moon high above you in the September sky, as if nodding approval of the sacrament. You close the distance between you quickly, coming to rest at the base of the rock. She knows it is time, her training now put to the test. She is the maiden, you the hunter. You watch dumbstruck as she raises her arms silently to her sides. The wind increasing in strength slightly, at her quiet beckoning, takes the robe from her body. It floats gently away, swaying like a leaf in the night wind, glowing like a stray moonbeam over the water. You see her smile. Her confidence in her gifts apparent; her abilities to control the wind, the water, the fire and the air; to tap into the magick of the earth itself, a result of years of training. All for this one moment, her first right as high priestess. She raises her hands higher; seeming to call to the moon. Flames burst into life in the fire pit below the altar as she calls fire from the air! The moonlight answers her plea, bathing her in sweet white light. Her body glistens with youth, her hair shimmers in the flickering light of the bonfire. She lowers her gaze to meet you. Your eyes traveling over her body from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. Following her pale flawless skin past her knees, resting momentarily on the fiery thatch between her legs. Higher still across her belly up to her firm breasts tipped with coral colored nipples, puckered from excitement. Your gaze coming to rest on her face, heart shaped, and perfect, green eyes glowing from the depths of her passionate soul, with more than a hint of pride and independence. She lowers her arms in front of her opening them to you, welcoming you to the arms of the Goddess! You go to her willingly, ready to accept your place at her side. A consort of the maiden, hunter for the The Great Lady. She takes you to the altar stone. Standing in front of you she begins to remove your clothing with expert hands, gently teasing fingers brushing your already heightened senses. Your garments fall by the wayside. You stand before her, both of you naked now, as nature intended. Without speaking, she places her hands on your shoulders and gently guides you down on the alter stone. As you come to rest on your back, you feel her climb on the altar beside you. You gaze up at the night sky, trying to concentrate on breathing, unsure what is to come but eagerly anticipating the experience. The wind blows gently across your body and you feel the maiden move between your legs. Glancing down you see her face, raised to the heavens, eyes closed, invoking the presence of the lady. She gently lowers her face. Reaches out with both hands, and cups your manhood, gently. You gasp and arch your back. She simply smiles and places one hand on your belly, she places one finger of he other hand to her lips. "Shhhhh". You lie back, trusting her and her training. You feel her breathe, hot on your navel, traveling lower, as she trails kisses down your body. Her hair follows in a veil of silk, brushing your skin in an erotic massage. She stops long enough to grasp you again, needing both hands to encircle your girth. She holds tight to you at the base of your shaft with one tiny hand, and uses the other to trace you, first up, then down, and back up again, gentle explorations as you twitch and ache. She pulls away, licks her thumb and begins again. Down and up in a rhythmic fashion. Stopping now at your head, its velvet tip dewy with drops of your essence, she places her wet thumb just over your opening and rubs gently, cleaning you, then pulls her thumb back into her mouth to taste you for the first time! She wastes no time now. She lowers her head to your shaft, and flicks her tongue out, the contact sending electricity running throughout your body. She flicks again, this time licking as she pulls back a bit. Then you feel her hot, warm, soft lips close-just over your head. She holds you there, not wanting to take you over the edge too fast, allowing your breathing to calm. When you are ready, she lowers herself onto your cock, all in one long slow sweeping thrust. You find yourself buried in her faces up to your balls. You feel her lips on the edge of your balls as she suckles your hard, licking and flicking. Her wicked little tongue doing things that you have never imagined. You silently thank the Goddess for choosing you this night! You glance down. She is holding your sac of life in one hand and using the other to reach between you, under you. Searching as she sucks. Up and down her head moves faster. Pulling you in and out of that dark cavern, pressing against you. You feel yourself hitting the back of her throat and know you are close to the end. She smiles up at you as she plunges back down onto your cock,, and you feel her finger enter your ass, just slightly, searching. You arch into her mouth hitting the back of her throat hard, causing her to groan into the head of your cock, vibrating it as she finds the spot in your ass. The trigger! You yell, the sound breaking the peaceful silence of the night. Screaming in ecstasy, you raise up off the altar as you feel your cum bursting from your cock, into her mouth, around her lips. Everywhere! You spurt all over her chest, she swallows a lot, but you have too much to be contained. It drips off her lips and seeps onto the stone You fall back to the altar, spent and drained, as she moves away from you in the moonlight. You want to ask her name, find out how to come to her again, but you are swiftly loosing consciousness. The world swirling into a mass off stars and electric haze! You wake the next morning on the altar. There is no one around you, the only signs of anyone else being present the night before are the ashes of a fire and a swathe of white silk lying at a distance on the shore. You sit up and start to swing your legs to the side, only to find an odd twinge on your right thigh, a tingling sensation as the muscle contracts. You glance down and gasp. There just below your cock, on your inner thigh, a new tattoo, bright blue in the light of day, the crescent moon! You sigh and smile, knowing your pleas will be heard and answered. You have been accepted as consort to the maiden, and the next ritual, the deflowering, is only months away! By the Light of the Moon The Vernal Equinox was tonight and the moon was full and bright in a cloudless sky. I was restless and wandered the gardens at a slow and hesitant pace. It was as though I were looking for something and waiting for something, both at the same time. Anticipation was lurking in the back of my mind. As midnight approached, my excitement and restlessness grew. I even took a walk through the maze, exploring as I went. That was something I had not done since my childhood. The big heart shaped maze both thrilled me and scared the crap out of me. The tall hedges that lined the paths made me feel small and closed in. Only to be spooked by the sudden openings and small formal rooms as I called them that were hidden within. The large heart shaped room at the center of the maze was grassy flat and open. At its center was a white heart shaped marble table and two chairs. I sat in one of those chairs now, my feet six inches off the ground and I am a tall man. The table was chest high in front of me. I often wondered just how tall the people were that this grouping was made for. Or was it just some sculptors joke. I swung my feet like a child and grinned. I liked a good joke, even when I didn't really understand it. A sound in the grass from behind the chair caused me to turn and look around the high wide back. I froze as my eyes grew wide and my mouth dropped open. A young woman was coming out of one of the passages. She had a velvet blindfold over her eyes and her hands were out in front of her. My shock was not from the unexpected young woman but from what she wore or the lack there of. Other than the blindfold, she wore shoulder length black velvet groves and thigh high, high-heeled boots of the same black material and nothing else. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the bright moonlight. Her long curly blonde hair framed a heart shaped face and fell down her back. It hid none of her charms from the front. Her full breasts were slightly mashed together from her arms being in front of her but the dark circles under her nipples were clearly visible. My eyes dropped down across her flat stomach to her sex. There was a blonde patch of hair on her mound but the rest seemed to be completely hairless. I felt my tongue run over my lips at the thought of how it would feel and taste to eat that sweet looking treat. The young woman took slow careful steps, testing each foot placement as she went. Her hands moved slowly from side to side and up and down feeling for any obstacle. I wondered who she was and why she was in my garden. I wanted to ask but I did not want to scare her. Actually, it was more a matter of my wanting to look at her. She was strikingly beautiful of both face and body. She was one that young men drooled over and old men sighed about, in fond memory. At the present, I was doing neither. I was just gaping at her like a fool. She drew even with the table and paused. I tried to will her to walk on so I could see her from the back. From the side she was as awesome as she was from the front. A firm looking, high rounded ass in the back balanced her large firm breasts out. I have been an ass man all my life and here was perfection. She slowly turned toward the table and cocked her head to the side. I held my breath and tried to slow the wild beating of my heart. She turned her head slightly and cocked it the other way. She seemed to be listening or maybe trying to sense where she was. A moment later, in a high sweet voice, she asked, "Who is there?" She paused as though waiting for an answer and then said, "I know someone is here, please answer me." When I cleared my throat, her face turned directly toward me. "I'm Theodore Roberts and this is my garden you are wandering around in." "I'm Rebecca Aims and I'm glad to meet you. You can call me Becca if you like, everyone else does," she said politely. "Uh, can I ask why you're wandering around my garden naked and blindfolded?" She smiled sweetly and replied, "I'm the sacrificial virgin this year." "Uh huh," I said and then asked, "Exactly who are you being sacrificed to?" "I'm not sure but someone will come along to do the job. Maybe it's you, since this is your garden." "Is this where the sacrifices are always made?" I asked to cover my embarrassment at her assumption. "Since I'm not sure where here is, I couldn't tell you for sure. I heard one of the other girls say that she sure enjoyed her sacrifice last year." "Was it the spring equinox or the fall?" I asked, suddenly very interested in what she had to say. "I'm pretty sure it was the fall. The girl from the spring ended up pregnant and had to leave school." I gasped loudly as several parts to an old puzzle fell into place. My father had died of a heart attack right here in this very place at the fall equinox last year. The gardener had found him naked by this table and chairs. Now I also had reason to suspect that the large chunk of missing money from his estate went to a certain young lady from the spring. "How long has this sacrificial virgin thing been going on?" I asked as my brain put pieces, places, and times together. A lot about my father became clearer. "I was told it's been a tradition for around a hundred years or so," Becca replied. "A hundred years?" I said sharper than I meant to. That would have been when my grandfather first bought this place. There were family rumors about him being connected to a cult of some sort. Witches, warlocks, and virginal sacrifices played a big part in the rumors. Becca had moved closer in my direction and her hands found the table. "Is this table heart shaped?" She asked excitedly. "Uh, yes, it is." "Good, then I'm in the right place. I was told to find this table and then to climb up and lie down on it. My prince would be along to take my gift before the moon set." "Uh, what would happen if he didn't show up?" I asked. "It's never happened before that I know of. Each year two girls make the sacrifice and twice a year our school gets a large check to cover expenses. That is what I was told anyway. My name was drawn for this spring." I licked my lips at the thought of ravishing this beautiful young thing but in the back of my mind, I wondered if I could really do it. My grandfather had been a brutally mean asshole and my father was not much better. The beatings from my father had nearly driven all the man out of me. "Would you help me up onto the table?" Becca asked as she felt along its edge. Without thinking, I slipped down off the chair and held out my hand. I shook my head and frowned as I realized the mistake I had made and reached for her gloved hand. I pulled on it gently and said, "There is a chair right here you can climb up on." Her free hand found the arm of the chair as she moved in my direction. I put the hand I held on the seat and let go of her. I took a step back and sighed deeply as I go my first look at her ass. It was gorgeous, even more gorgeous than the ass of our upstairs maid. My dick stiffened even more than it already was at the thought of Queenie, the upstairs maid. She was my one encounter with the female sex of a sexual nature. Everything I knew and had ever done had been with her. I had loved and lusted after her for five years. Then my father had found out about it and fired her. I came in from school to a severe beating and no Queenie. That had been the end of my childhood and the day I started to truly hate my father. It was also when I realized why my mother had left for parts unknown. I still wondered why she had not taken me with her. I watched the moonlight play on Becca's skin as she felt around on the chair. The subtle play of muscles sliding under her skin made me shiver at the memory of my hands on Queenie. She had been tall and lean with muscles from the hard work of scrubbing and cleaning. Memories of the slide and movement of those muscles under the skin on her back as she rode me hard in the linen closet, made me tremble long and hard. "I think I'll need a boost, if you don't mind," Becca said as she tried to lift her leg far enough to get her knee on the seat of the chair. "Either I got smaller or this chair is too big." "It's the chair. They and the table are out of scale toward the large side." I told her as I stepped closer. I swallowed hard as my hands hovered over her ass for a second and then I moved them up to her waist as I tried to figure out the best way to help her without helping myself too much. My hands were shaking as I touched her waist. Becca jumped and giggled. "Your hands are cold. Cold hands, warm and loving heart, they always say." There was no love in my heart, warm or otherwise. My father had killed any that had ever been there. My mother had carried the rest off with her. I sighed as I tried to lift the young woman. I could not get a good enough grip, without hurting her. I moved one hand to her far hip and cupped her closest ass cheek with the other. Becca gasped at the touch of my fingers so close to her sex where her leg was raised. I lifted her until her knee was on the seat and then I took my hands away. Her warmth had startled me for a second and now my face was even warmer than that as I stared directly into her pussy as she climbed up into the chair. I was close enough to see the fine dusting of blonde hair on her outer lips and the bright pink of her slit. The darker pink rosebud of her anus was something I had never seen the likes of in my life. Queenie had been dark brown back there and had forbidden me to touch her asshole in any way, shape, or form. For all of her slutty, wanton ways, Queenie was very prim and proper in most ways. I was a quick welcome fuck from time to time but she was always respectful. I think I was a way of getting back at my father for her. Becca held onto the chair back as she got to her knees and then used the arm for balance and security as she turned around. I stood by to catch her is she happened to slip and fall. She then used her free hand to search for the table. "It's higher up." I prompted. She raised her hand a foot and found the edge of the table. She smiled down in my general direction and said, "It certainly is high and out of scale, isn't it." "Can you get up on it from there or should I come up and give you a hand?" "I'd feel safer if you came and gave me a hand," she said softly as she let go of the chair arm and brought her hand up to the tabletop. "I'll have to step on the arm of the chair to get high enough to climb up." "You could take off the blindfold," I said and then regretted it. What if she did and saw me? Would she run away screaming? I did not want that to happen. Becca giggled and shook her head. "I'm not supposed to take it off until the sun comes up. If I do, then it's supposed to be bad luck for everyone involved." I sighed in relief as I climbed up on the chair beside her. "I guess it was a stupid suggestion. I make those quite often." "You don't know the rules is all," she said softly. With a chuckle I whispered, "You don't know the half of it, believe me." With the two of us in the chair, it was close quarters. When she turned her upper body towards me, she swayed as if she were losing her balance. I put my arms around her for safety sake. She stiffened slightly and then relaxed. "Thank you, I'm glad you're here," she whispered softly. "I was really scared until I met up with you." "You don't know me. How can you feel safe with someone you don't know?" I asked in confusion. "It's a feeling I've gotten around you. You are a good person. I just know it. I think you are the one," she said slowly, as her head tilted forward against my arm. I hugged her a little tighter and touched my lips to her hair. It smelled of lemons and fresh mowed grass. I marveled at that. With a sigh, she straightened and then whispered, "I'm supposed to get on the table with my head toward the point of the heart and my feet at the curved end." "We're at the curved end, so all you need to do is climb up and lay down." I told her quickly. "You will need to steady me and guide me as I do," Becca whispered. "Ok, you hold onto the arm of the chair while I stand up." I told her softly. Her faith in me seemed misplaced but it gave me a newfound sense of faith and confidence in myself. Once I was in place, I helped her to her feet and then guided her foot to the top of the chair arm and helped her balance as she stepped up. I held her hips as she bent over to lean on the tabletop. Her ass was right next to my face and I could smell her warm soft skin. She had a fresh clean smell, which was very unlike Queenie, who always smelled of polish and cleanser. This smell was vibrant and alive. As she lifted her knee to the table, a heady, sexy odor was added. I leaned closer to her and took a long deep breath through my nose. The sweet musky scent came from between her thighs and made my mouth water. Queenie had tried to teach me about oral sex but I had been more into straight fucking back then. Suddenly, I wished I had paid more attention to what she tried to teach me. With her leg spread wide by the reach to the table, I could see that Becca's sex had a slick shiny look to it. I had noticed it earlier as she climbed up on the chair. Now it was much more pronounced. I had to force myself to resist the urge to lick her there. It seemed like something I needed to do desperately. She pulled forward out of my grasp suddenly and was on all fours on the table. She used one hand to trace the edge of the table on one side and then did the same with the other hand on the other side of the table. Satisfied that she knew where she was, she twisted sideways and sat down. With a hand on each edge of the table, she centered herself. "Scoot a little this way." I told her. Her feet were on the edge in front of me and as she moved toward me, her knees opened wider. I loved the view of her from the rear but this was a truly wanton lustful image before me now. She continued to move forward until her ass cheeks touched the edge of the table at the center of the V in the curved end. "That's good, now you can lay back," I said as my eyes ran hungrily over her naked fully displayed body. She had moved her feet wider apart and now her knees were spread wide. Her hands still held the edge of the table and her head was in the point on the far side. Her sex was open and right in front of my face. I took a long shaky deep breath and let it out slowly. "You are so beautiful laying there," I whispered afterwards. She giggled and whispered, "I feel so naughty and...." She paused a moment trying to think of the word she wanted. Not finding it, she went on, "I can feel you looking at me. I can feel you wanting me." She whimpered softly. "Kiss me, kiss me down there." She pleaded suddenly. Before I could stop myself, I planted a kiss on her neither lips and then took a long slow lick right up the middle between them. She gasped loudly and lifted her hips. My tongue found her hot liquid center and plunged in. She gave out with a soft yell and then sighed deeply as I rolled my tongue around. Her taste was heady and sweet. I lapped at her depths and groaned when she did. My hands found her hips and I dove deeper into her treasure. She pressed herself tighter to my mouth and probing tongue. "Oh yes! Oh God, yes!" she yelled as her hips jerked and twitched. I could not believe what I was doing and even more, I could not believe how much I was enjoying it. My hips moved like hers and I could feel my hard manhood rubbing inside my pants. I moaned loudly and tried to hold my hips still. A moment or ten later, her hands found my head and pulled it up away from her opening. I saw the bright pink bud at the top of her slit and realized she was directing me there. I gave the bud a lick and then sucked on it as I flicked it with the tip of my tongue. From the way, her hips jerked and the yell she let out, I thought I had hurt her. Only the force that her hands exerted holding me in place let me know that this was right and that she was all right. I looked up along her arched body. Her nipples were so hard they were crinkled at the base. The only things touching the table were her feet and the back of her head. I marveled at the way her hips jerked and flexed so fluidly. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she rode my tongue, guiding me to the right place and applying the right pressure herself. I was in awe, as she seemed to have one orgasm after another as she moved my mouth from her clit to her opening and back again. By the time, she pushed my head away from her sweet sex, she was breathing hard and fast, and her body was covered by a light sheen of perspiration. There was a big grin on my face as I licked my lips and let my eyes wander over her beauty. The wonder of sex filled me once again. It had been such a long time since I had felt it. My body felt more alive than it had in several tens of years. I wanted to rip off my clothes and join her on the table. I knew that she wanted me to but I couldn't. I remembered the pregnant girl she spoke of and I did not have any sort of protection. I did not want her to fall to a similar fate and have to leave school. I knew the importance of an education. My lack there of had limited me tremendously. With a deep sigh, I sat down on the arm of the chair. My grin from earlier had become a soft smile as I watched Becca relax and her body and breathing calmed. My memory relived times of lying between Queenie's thighs and the long slow lovemaking sessions we'd had back then. My hand found my swollen manhood and I rubbed it slowly. A shiver ran up and down my spine as I did. How would this virginal beauty compare with my memories of Queenie? I felt my face grow hot with a blush for even considering such a thing. This young woman was half my age. "Are you coming up to finish?" Becca asked. I came up out of my thoughts in shock. She was still lying on the table but now she was up on her elbows and looking right at me. Well, not looking at me exactly, since she still had the blindfold on. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I was at a lose for words. "Have you undressed yet?" She asked softly, shyly. I shook my head and then frowned at my stupidity. "No. No, I haven't." I replied. "Then please do and hurry, I'm finding it hard to wait," she whispered breathily. "My hand keeps wanting to explore myself after all those orgasms. You'd think my body would be satisfied but...." She shivered instead of finishing the sentence. "I don't know if I could do that," I whispered softly, speaking more to myself than her. "You must," was her quick sharp reply. "If you don't then there will be bad luck for all involved, plus my sisters at school will know I failed miserably." "I.... Uh... I...." I stammered. "We must uphold the traditions," she said softly and then sighed. "I have steeled myself for this day for months and now that it is here, I could not bare for it to pass without it happening." "I'm to inexperienced. I would hurt you." I blurted out. She laughed and whispered, "The blind leading the blind. You will be gentle and kind. You were earlier when you gave me so much pleasure. Surely, you can control yourself now. It is a simple thing or at least I think it is." "What about the chance of you getting pregnant?" My major fear tumbled out. She giggled shyly and whispered, "I'm on birth control. I may be young and crazy but not that crazy. I'm going to finish school and get my degree, one way or the other." Becca sat up and held out her hands. "Undress and join me. We'll take things as they come." My hands were on the buttons of my coat before I knew it. My body fought with my brain for a few seconds and then I was undressing like a madman. I was mad all right, mad with lust and longing. I had shunned physical contact for all these years and why? By the Light of the Moon As a penance for poor Queenie, my mind answered quickly. I shook my head. I was not sure if that was a negative to the question of why or to clear it. Queenie had played her own little game with a young college freshman to start and had continued that game for five long years. Was it my fault that she was fired? I had asked myself that question a million times. At one time, the answer was a resounding yes but now.... Now I had doubts, but were those doubts real or just a product of my lust for this young beautiful woman? I sighed as I climbed up on the arm of the chair and leaned over Becca. Honesty with myself was not one of my long suits. If I were brutally honest with myself, I would know the answer to the whole thing. I knew the answer and the reason my father was so angry but I could not admit it to my own mind. I could not admit my mother's biggest sin and my even bigger one. Becca's hands found my face and she kissed me gently, shyly. I moaned into her lips as we lay down on the table, my body half covering hers. Her whimpers mixed with my moan as our bodies pressed together. Her body felt as though it were on fire and her fire ignited my passion. I kissed her harder, as our ardor grew. I was on the edge of out of control as I flexed my hips, rubbing my hot manhood on her belly. I broke the kiss and pushed up away from her. I had to regain control. I started to climb off the table but her hands on my head held on to me. Please. Please don't leave." She pleaded with me. "I.... I have to control myself for both our sakes," I whispered. "My mind tells me not to do this but my body wants you more than anything else in the world." Before I could go on, she hooked a leg around my hip and pulled up with her arms to kiss me again. This kiss was anything but shy. It was the epitome of passion. My mind fogged over as passion and lust crashed in on me. I was now between her legs and my manhood pressed tightly to her slippery hot slit as I lay back down. We both groaned loudly and her hips worked to rub her sex on mine. Through the haze, I felt her other leg wrap around my hips and she pulled us tightly together. The heat, passion, and softness of her body against mine gave me a degree of control back. My body wanted her but my mind did not want to hurt her. I had heard stories of the pain and suffering that women went through their first time. I did not want this to be such a horror story. I pushed up again and Becca came up with me. Her legs wrapped around my hips and her arms around my neck held her tightly to me. A smile came to my lips at her eagerness and tenacity. "We need to turn over and switch places." I told her gently. "It will be better and more comfortable for you with me on the bottom." She gave out with a whine of frustration but relaxed her grips and lowered her body back to the tabletop. It took a little maneuvering and some coaxing but I ended up on my back with her sitting astraddle my hips. When her hot sex pressed tightly against my shaft, she gasped and then moaned as she flexed her hips. As she moved back and forth slowly, I felt my shaft slip between the folds of her slit. She shivered and moaned even louder. To keep control, I had to give it up. It was as simple as that. It was something I had done all my life but never realized it until now. Life could not break what bent, was a lesson I had learned early. It had literally been beat into me, not only physically but also emotionally. Becca was a wondrous beautiful sight sitting on my hips. Her full breasts rolled on her chest as her hips moved. Her lower lip was held between her teeth as she whimpered and moaned softly. Her hands were warm where they pressed against my chest. The slippery slid of her sex back and forth along my shaft made me quiver. When she touched the spongy head, I also whimpered softly. It was almost painfully sensuous and pleasurable. It had been so long since anyone beside myself had touched me there and never in this way. Queenie was more direst and went straight to sliding me inside. My hands found her hips and urged her to make longer movements. She did and then moaned loudly as her clit began to rub along my shaft and bump against the head of my dick. I moaned right along with her and raised my hips slightly. The extra pressure on her clit pushed her over the edge. Her hips jerked and twitched as she leaned farther forward and grunted softly with the flexing of her hips. She ended up laying on me as small shivers and shakes ran up and down her body. Her sweet smelling hair was right below my chin. I sighed and wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly. She felt so good resting on me and in my arms. My mind wandered back to the first time I had held a woman like this. It had been right after a more vicious than normal beating from my father. My mind shied away from the memory. I must not go there. There lay madness and shame. There lay the root of all evil. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Becca gave out with a sigh and whispered, "That orgasm snuck up on me. I wasn't expecting it. One minute it was feeling deliciously good and then next, wow." She chuckled softly and sighed again. "Just rest and relax." I told her. "We have plenty of time. The moon is still above the tops of the cedars." With a grin, Becca sat up. "I'm not here to rest, remember. I have a mission and I mean to fulfill it. Anyway, if just rubbing on this thing makes me go boom, what will actually sitting on it do?" A shiver ran up my spine at the thought of her sitting on my dick, of it slowly entering her tightness. I groaned when my eyes dropped to where the head of my dick peeked out from between the folds of her sex. The head was as shiny looking as her sex had been earlier. Another deeper fear assailed me suddenly as the memory of another time flashed across my mind. A memory of a woman sitting on me much like this and my cumming before I ever entered her. A memory of her laughing and then cooing words to soothe my anguish, my embarrassment. Becca shifted her hips and sighed. "I... I hope... you are ready because I sure am. I'm nervous and a bit scared but I just can't wait." I took a deep breath and let it out slowly trying to calm my fears and my body. "Raise up on your knees a little." I told her softly. When she did, I lifted my manhood with one hand and used the other to guide her down until I could rub the head on her hot slippery entrance. Becca gasped at the touch and lifted her hips slightly. "You're so hot," she whispered as she slowly lowered her hips. Her opening touched the head of my dick and her hips gave a little fluttering quiver. I could feel her hot opening compressing the head. She flexed her hips slowly and the head popped inside. She groaned and started to rise up. I held her in place with my hands on her hips. "Easy." I cautioned. "Slow and easy, let it happen as it will, a little at a time to start." Becca was trembling as she nodded her head and then she moaned softly as she flexed her hips slowly again. The head moved in her tight opening. I could feel it rubbing on something. My mind froze as I realized she was truly a virgin. "There may be a little pain—" I started to say but she dropped her hips sharply and plunged me even deeper. Becca gave out with a little yap of pain and then froze except for a shaking in her thighs and arms. "I did it," she whispered a few seconds later. "I did it myself." Her voice held a note of awe. She looked down at me and grinned. "Now, lets see how this woman can ride." I looked at her questioningly, as I did not understand what she meant. Her hips started to slowly bob up and down, my dick sliding sensuously in her tightness. My mind forgot all about it rather quickly as we both moaned and groaned. It was not long until her firm ass touched my hips. I marveled at the fact I had last this long and she sighed deeply as she sat down fully on me. She seemed to relax and sighed again as she sat up straight. Her finger trailed down my belly to investigate our joining. With a grin at me, she whispered, "It's in, it's all the way in." I nodded and grinned back at her. She rocked her hips back and forth and from side to side. Little shivers and quivers chased each other up and down her spine. "That feels so good, I feel so full and complete," she said as she leaned back forward and placed her hands on my chest. "Now to finish this off," she whispered raising her hips slowly. She paused with just a quarter of me still inside and then she sat down hard. He ass slammed into my hips with the sound of a slap. She gasped loudly but lifted her hips quickly to do it again. She kept it up with both of us moaning and groaning loudly as she did. The way I was laying, I had no leverage whatsoever with my legs hanging off the table. With the way Becca's hot velvety sex was grabbing, squeezing and caressing my manhood, I could hardly think. I knew I should thrust up to meet her but I couldn't. My legs would not obey my mind to bring my feet up to the edge of the table or to the chair arm. I just lay there and enjoyed her fucking herself on me. I could feel her heat and wetness increasing and my own orgasm building. A few moments later, Becca threw back her head and yelled, "Give it to me! Give it to me now!" Her hips moved even harder and faster. She wanted me to come, to come with her. I was close but she was closer. She gave out with another longer louder yell and ground her sex against my hips, her clit rubbing on my pelvic bone. The yell turned into a wail. Her inner muscles were grabbing and milking me, trying to crush me one second and pull me deeper the next. The hot flood along my shaft and then around the base was the straw that broke my dam and I joined her in ecstasy. I came like never before and with each spurt, her wail went high and got louder. I thought I was going to die from the exquisite pleasure when she reached a scream. ***** I still lay on the heart shaped table as the sun rose. Becca had laid on my chest and whimpered softly after our massive orgasms. Her breathing was almost louder than the whimper. I caressed her back and shapely ass, my mind a swirling blank void. The world was at peace. Slowly over a period of time, Becca's breathing calmed. I thought she was asleep until she suddenly sat up and stretched. She would jerk and twitch her hips as her clit brushed against me. Her insides would clamp down on my slowly hardening manhood. I was amazed that, that was happening. In my younger days with Queenie, yes, I would have believed it but that was long ago and far away. It was another lifetime, another me. My eyes were drawn to Becca as she arched her back and ran her fingers through her hair. Another in the same position replaced her suddenly, doing the same, in my mind. I groaned softly and shook my head trying to clear the vision. Becca rocked her hips and sighed as her hands came away from her hair and caressed her breasts. "Oh, yes, I love to feel you inside me. I love the way you get harder and harder, filling me back up." The words were Becca's but the vision in my mind was someone I did not want to think about. It was my mother. I yelled, "No!" loudly and opened my eyes. I hadn't even known they were closed. Becca stared down at me with a shocked look on her face. I tried to force a smile as I whispered, "I wasn't talking to you my dear Becca. I was talking to a very old ghost. A ghost that always haunts me." Becca cocked her head to the side and then smiled softly. "A lot of old ghosts might get laid to rest tonight," she said in a whisper. Then she straightened her head and flexed her hips firmly against me. "But right this minute, there is this growing urge to lay someone right here in the present." She wore a big grin as her hips started to move more aggressively. "I'm going to see just how many orgasms we can have before the moon sets." She had been true to her words. She had nearly a dozen before I had my next and last one. The sky was turning pink when she took off the blindfold and smiled at me. She leaned down and kissed me long and deep. After she broke the kiss, she slowly lifted her hips and whimpered as my soft manhood slipped out of her tightness. She sighed deeply, smiled at me, and stood up. I smiled up at her as she was silhouetted against the brightening dawn. She was more beautiful now than by moonlight. "Time to go," she whispered. "Where can I reach you? What school do you go to?" I asked suddenly, not wanting to lose her, not wanting her to go. She laughed and quickly climbed down off the table onto the chair. "You know what school. The same school Queenie went to, the same one your mom went to, the same one that all the women who have ever had sex here went to. The school you would have went to if you had been a girl instead of a boy." Becca climbed down to the ground and smiled at my slack jawed totally dumbfounded look. "The line of males in your family was supposed to end with your father. You were an accident, a misfortunate accident. Your mom and Queenie were supposed to end you but couldn't. So they did the next best thing, they tried to ruin you as a man." "I... uh... I...." I stammered rising up on one elbow to look down on the angelic woman below. "Then why are you here?" I finally got out. "I had to be here, the power your father wielded was still to strong even after his death. We all knew it but we knew nothing of you. You were an unknown since you closed yourself off here and never leave. I had to make the sacrifice if possible and I had to find out if you held the power." "Power? What power? I've heard rumors but...." I let the sentence hang. Becca grinned and nodded. "Good, we'll leave it like that. Just remember, do not go digging for what you really do not want or need. It's in everyone's best interest. One day your fathers spells will fade and all this will end." I was still confused by all this talk of powers and spells but there was one thing my mind would not let go of. "Will I ever see you again?" "Maybe. It'll be up to the school in one way and of course, me in another." She paused to look around. "This is a beautiful place and you are not bad yourself, so we shall see, won't we. In any case, there will be future virgins for you to take care of until things fade back to normal." "But I only want you." I blurted out. Becca grinned and nodded. "Maybe you can have both in the future. Only time will tell for sure." I started to sit up but became dizzy. "Just lay back down and relax, you will be fine after the sun rises," Becca said as she started to walk toward the passage at the point of the heart. She paused there and looked back at me. "One other thing. You are a good man, kind, strong, and passionate. Don't ever believe any different." With that, she was gone. ***** Watching the sunrise, I had never noticed before that on this day it rose exactly between two very old and very large cedars. That is if you were lying on this table. I realized that the moon had rose in exactly the same spot. It made me wonder who had planted those cedars and placed this table just so. Becca's warning about pursuing such things flashed across my mind. A little knowledge couldn't be dangerous, could it? ***** I must have dozed because I awoke with a start. Someone was yelling, "Oh, hell no. No, not again. I ain't going through this again this year." I smiled and then laughed as I sat up. "I'm fine." I told the gardener. "There's a bunch of kinky people around here, is all I can say," he said as he turned and walked off down one of the paths shaking his head. I had to agree with him, I though as I climbed down off the table and gathered up my clothes. I grinned as I thought; it's only kinky the first time you do something. The sun was bright, the weather was warm, and I hadn't felt this good in a decade. By the Light of the Moon He arrived in New Orleans for a week of conferences and meetings. The hot and humid climate was just as he remembered. Luckily, the hotel was comfortable and plush. The first night he just crashed but after another day of boring speakers and useless information, he needed something more. Upon asking the concierge where he could relax with a drink, he was pointed in the direction of the elevators that lead to the rooftop bar and pool. He had no intention of going for a swim, rather, he wanted only to have a couple of drinks and head back to the room. Still he hoped for some decent "scenery" while he enjoyed his cocktails. The bar was nice and the bartender was friendly. He enjoyed the view of the skyline but it was something else that really caught his eye. The roof was also home to an outdoor Jacuzzi and he noticed a woman relaxing in it. He could only see the side of her face but she seemed fairly attractive to him. Her head was leaned back and her eyes were closed. Others relaxed in the pool and some even diligently swam laps, but not one person joined her in the Jacuzzi. He got up with his drink in hand and decided to get a better look. As he approached, he began to think she had fallen asleep amidst the warm water and soothing jets. She never moved. He took a moment to study her face and the distorted image of her figure under the water. He noticed the curve of her breasts just below the water and watched her chest raise and lower slightly with each breath. It was then that he realized her eyes were open and she was looking right at him. This looked bad, he thought, she thinks I'm just some pervert checking out her rack. But when his blue eyes met her dark eyes, she was smiling. "I thought you might have fallen asleep." he told her. Her smile grew wider, "No, I was just relaxing." she purred. Her voice was smooth and sexy and he could tell she too liked what she saw. "Are you waiting for the Jacuzzi?" she asked. "No," he replied. "I'm just here for a drink, I didn't even bring my suit." "Oh, that's too bad," she said, "I would have shared if you wanted to." He gave her a wry grin. "Perhaps, I'll indulge tomorrow." he told her without making it sound like an invitation. He turned to walk away. He intended to play it cool. "Are you here for the week?" she asked him. "Yes, all week." he said with a little more confidence now. "Ah, I see." she softly added before getting up from the water. He got a chance to see her better now and watched the water slide off her skin. She was in great shape and was proud of her body. She was strong but feminine. She was built like an athlete but with softer edges. He imagined that she liked to have sex. She didn't seem particularly shy. She grabbed a towel and slowly and gingerly dried her body. "Would you care for a drink?" he asked her. "Perhaps I'll indulge tomorrow." was her reply and he chuckled at her attempt to tease. "I've got a long day tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep." She turned from him and wrapped the towel around her body and glided away. He looked down at his drink and smiled. This could get interesting. He thought about the mystery lady a few times the next day. He wondered if he would see her again on the rooftop. He tried his best to pay attention to the deluge of information but his mind kept wandering. He kept seeing that look in her eyes and he felt certain he knew what she was thinking when she told him she would 'indulge' tomorrow. After what seemed like an eternity, the meetings and conferences came to a close. He ate a light dinner and returned to his room for a shower and some quiet. He was anxious to make his way to the roof but didn't want to seem too eager. The rooftop bar closed at 11 tonight so he timed it to be there around 10 or so. This time he wore his swim suit and a t-shirt. He decided to stop at the bar where the bartended just nodded and fixed him the same drink he had the night before. He casually looked around but he didn't see her. He hoped he hadn't missed her by waiting too long. He finished his Glen Fiddich on the rocks and ordered a second one. He was starting to feel the effects of the second drink when he decided to head to the Jacuzzi. "Oh, well," he thought, "maybe she was just a tease and would never come." The water of the Jacuzzi was perfect and the view was amazing. A full moon shone brightly in the clear night sky. A faint breeze blew occasionally and he understood how easy it was for his mystery lady to relax here the night before. He laid his head back and closed his eyes. There were a few people on the rooftop tonight and their talking served as a soft mumble in his ears. All of a sudden he felt someone standing over him and he opened his eyes. There she was. She looked relaxed and a little prettier tonight. He suspected that was because of him and he smiled. "Need a refill?" she asked. "You don't have to do that, I can take care of myself." he told her but she insisted. He watched her make her way to the bar and he enjoyed the soft sway of her hips and admired the roundness of her ass. He imagined his face buried deep in it. She got him a drink but she also whispered to the bartender before handing him something. The bartender then reached into his pocket and handed her a card. "What on earth is she up to?" he wondered. She returned with his drink as well as one for herself. "Is there room for two?" she asked and he graciously informed her that there was "just" enough room for her. He watched her take off her wrap and slip into the water across from him. She wore a two piece bathing suit with ties at the hips. "Convenient" he thought and tried not to stare. Her skin was fair and he saw freckles on her shoulders and chest. The black triangles of her top barely contained her full breasts and he could see that her nipples were hard. "Was it the breeze or was it him?" he wondered. They sat quietly for a while -- sipping their drinks. Neither felt like small talk. She seemed to reach the bottom of her glass quickly and he offered to get her another. She carefully watched him as he made his way to the bar. She like what she saw. He had an air of confidence which bordered on arrogance and she liked that in a man. She felt a stirring between her legs. The bartender gave him another round on the house and gave him a wink as he gathered up the cocktails. "What does he know that I don't?" he thought but figured it must be good. As he approached the Jacuzzi, he challenged her to break his gaze and although she held it for a while, she was the first to look away coyly. He was driving her crazy and she loved it. There was electricity in the air between them. She wanted to touch him so badly she could barely stand it. She didn't know anything about him and didn't want to. Something about him charmed her and yet she felt as ease. She wanted to make him feel amazing. She knew he could make her feel amazing too. He settled back in to the water of the Jacuzzi and saw that her face was flushed. "You alright?" he asked. "Yes, fine." she told him but her voice trembled a little. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes so he did the same. But within moments he felt her hand on his leg. He opened his eyes and she was there next to him. Her hand traced the muscle of his thigh. He looked at her and she pulled her hand away and waited. "That feels nice." he told her. His tone comforted her and she moved her hand back to his leg. She could feel her own wetness and wanted his hands on her. He didn't disappoint. He put his hand on her back like he'd known her for years. He rubbed her skin softly and it encouraged her. She stroked his thigh a little higher now and squeezed his flesh lightly. His strong arm pulled her a little closer and he could feel the heat coming off her skin now. She maneuvered to face him and put a hand on each leg. He could see her chest heaving slightly with anticipation. She moved her hands up the sides of his torso, across his nipples and over his shoulders. His legs were spread now and she positioned herself on her knees between them. His cock was hardening by the second and his hands found her body. He ran his hands over the curves of her hips and waist. He pulled her close to his face and gave her a naughty smile before kissing her already wet lips. He could taste the vodka and her sweetness as his tongue explored. Her hands moved down his stomach to his thighs again. This time one of her hands slipped up the leg of his suit. He let out a little moan in her mouth and then grabbed her around the waist and flipped her around to where he was sitting. He pushed her firmly against the back of the Jacuzzi and quickly scanned the rooftop. They were completely alone. "Where'd everybody go?" he asked and this time she grinned devilishly. "I paid the bartender to close up early." "Nice move." he smiled and then kissed her deeply. He pressed his body up against hers and she wrapped her long legs around him. The water splashed between them as she lightly clawed at his back. His hands found the strings of her bikini bottom and with a swift movement, they were untied and thrown on the deck of the tub. Her eyes flew open with surprise then she grabbed his face and kissed him more passionately this time. His hands found her soft full breasts and he cupped them and then squeezed them in his hands. She arched her back and he pulled her top aside to allow him to kiss and suck on one of her wet and very hard nipples. He rolled it between his teeth and heard her whimper a bit. He massaged and rubbed her flesh and tweaked her nipples until she was squirming underneath him. Her hands fumbled with his swim trunks and he grabbed her wrist and pushed it away. "I'm gonna watch you cum first." he told her. He kissed her mouth and moved one of his hands between her legs. He cupped her pussy in his strong hand and firmly squeezed it. His fingers expertly found her clit and began stroking it in soft circles. Her breathing was faster and she threw her head back and enjoyed the sensation. His middle finger found her slit. She was so wet that his finger slid easily in and out and deeper and deeper. His thumb massaged her pleasure button and within moments she cried out. He pulled her hips up and just out of the water to suck on her clit while she came hard in his mouth. Her body spasmed and shook and he kept his lips firmly on her now pulsing clit as she rode out her pleasure. "Jesus, you are wet." he told her when she finally settled down. Her juices were running down his chin. She pulled his mouth to hers but licked him clean so she could taste herself on his chin and lips. This time he helped her untie his swim trunks and she pulled them down and wrangled them off of him. The water felt fantastic on his bare skin and the water from the jets made his erection bob and bounce. He hopped out of the water and sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi with his legs spread apart for her. Within a half second she was there between his legs looking up at him. He touched the side of her face softly and she took his thumb into her mouth and sucked it. He withdrew his thumb and then reached behind her neck. She brought her head forward. Her mouth then explored every inch of his dick. She ran her tongue up and down the shaft. She caressed and sucked on his balls and took the length of him in her mouth and down her throat. God she was enjoying this. She loved the way he tasted and the way he reacted to her touch. His cock was unnaturally hard and she was torn between wanting in her mouth and wanting it splitting her open. He could feel her hunger and felt like she was going to devour him. He pulled her up out of the water and leaned back slightly as she straddled him. She inched down onto the length of him and rode him slowly while he watched. He supported himself on his arms and her hands reached around his neck and she arched back slightly as she grinded into him. Her pussy was hot and wet and stroked him in all the right places. In an instant, however, she sprang off his cock and was back between his legs sucking her own juices off of his glistening shaft. "Ah, yes!!" he said as she licked him clean. Once he was clean she climbed back on for another ride, this time a little rougher and faster. He was getting close to cumming when she climbed off again and started sucking him voraciously. "You're gonna make me cum." he told her as he pulled her mouth off his engorged shaft. "I want you to cum on my tits." she told him with a sort of fuck lust look in her eyes. "Oh, I will." he reassured her as he pushed her back into the Jacuzzi. Her legs were spread as he impaled her on his cock and pinned her against the side. The water slowed his movements but he grabbed the side and buried his dick inside her. He was relentless and she was begging him, "Ooooh, yes, fuck me...god, that feels so good. Give it to me!" He was animalistic as his muscles flexed and his hips slammed into her. "Do you want me to cum on your tits?" he asked as he felt his pleasure peaking. "Yes, yes, yesssss!" she replied and she stretched her body up and over the side of the tub. He stood on the bench seat and straddled her. She pushed her tits together and arched her head back. He grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed. He saw his target in the moon light. Her flushed breasts were heaving and wet. He pumped his shaft and felt his ejaculation erupt. Over and over he shot cum on her gorgeous breasts and in tendrils along her neck. He wanted to cry out because it felt so good but held back. When he had finished, she sat up and licked him clean. He had a string of ejaculate running down his shaft so she gathered it in her mouth and kissed him. She pushed his warm semen into his mouth and they passed it back and forth until finally she swallowed all of it. She pushed her body against his and she could feel his member stabbing at her still. Without a word, she slid back down and took him into her mouth. The release was amazing but he knew that between the soft sucking of her mouth and the balmy night air, this was just the first of the many ways he was going to fuck her. By the Light of the Moon She had just finished pleasuring herself when the clock downstairs chimed. It was noon. Jenny climbed out of her bed and wiped her wet hand on her sheets. She greeted the high noon sun and the light breeze that always came from her slightly opened window over her desk. She opened her wardrobe and threw on a cute, frilly white shirt which she tucked into a pair of acid washed jean cut-offs. Jenny had a certain style that made the all the guys take a second glance as she walked past them. She couldn't help but love the attention. Her mother always warned her about how "the boys" think. Jenny had suffered through lecture after lecture about wearing clothes that "show off her developing bosom" or jeans that "outline her hind quarters" Her outfit today wasn't that revealing. The shorts went down to her mid thigh and the shirt was loose fitting. Her mother shouldn't have anything to say about her appearance this afternoon, after all she was 19. "Morning sleepy head, or should I say good afternoon," her mother chuckled as she finished up the last of the silverware from last night's dinner. "Morning," replied Jenny, with a small chuckle herself. "I would've made pancakes this morning, but I wanted to let you sleep in. I know you must have been tired when you got in from the bowling alley. They make you work so hard down there!" exclaimed Jenny's mother with a bitter undertone. "Scrubbing all 500 pairs of shoes, polishing every ball and pin, and sweeping and mopping on top of that? I would pass out," she continued. "But then again, you're young...you can handle it." That's not all Jenny wanted to handle. See, the reason why Jenny wanted her job at the bowling alley is because she gets to cater to just about all the cute guys in town. On the busiest nights, Friday and Saturday, she loved to fantasize about the young men who rent shoes from her at the counter. She gave a little wink to the guys who had big feet. But alas, fantasizing was all Jenny could do. She'd never been with a guy before, and you'd never guess it. Jenny knew all the ins and outs of sex. She knew what a penis looked like and what the white stuff was when a guy climaxes. She even has watched a couple of porn flicks out of curiosity. Jenny had just never come face to face with an opportunity to lose her virginity. Maybe it was how she was raised or her own stigma about herself that had prolonged her deflowering. Jenny looked good; she had long brown hair with olive skin and green eyes, legs that went for miles, and a smile to match. She even had a nice butt that caught a few looks now and again. Who knows. After a chat with her mother and doing some cleaning, Jenny decided to go for a walk and hang out near the pond just down from her home. She began the trip with a brisk walk when she glanced up and saw one of her favorites from the bowling alley. Sean Bowman. He was tall, had black hair, and the sexiest dimples. His eyes were also green which complimented the soft pink lips of his warm smile. Jenny loved to stare at his biceps as they flexed up and down when he bowled. Just the thought it sent a small shiver down her spine as he neared closer. Jenny knew he recognized her. They had small talked a bit at the counter, nothing much. It was usually about the weather or how busy the alley was that night. But somehow Jenny knew he had an eye for her. She slowed her walk just enough to where her hips were swinging back and forth, making her butt more pronounced and noticeable as she took each step. "Hey," said Sean with an excited voice. "Fancy meeting you here!" Jenny flickered her eyelashes a bit. "Yeah, how fancy," she remarked with a giggle. "So, you live out this way?" "Just around the corner," replied Sean. Jenny smiled a little and blushed as she got excited about his living so close. "I was walking to pond down by the park, you wanna come?" asked Jenny with an excited and obviously eager tone. Sean looked at his watch. "Aww man, I'd love to, but I was just heading to grab some pizza with the guys. Wait, you could come if you'd like! The guys won't mind, especially not about someone as pretty as you." Jenny blushed again as she giggled almost uncontrollably. "No no, that's okay I just ate a quick lunch at home. Plus, I was hoping to see the ducks today. They're always so funny to watch. You go on ahead, I won't keep you." They said their goodbyes, smiled at each other flirtingly, and went their separate ways. At about 8 pm, Jenny was finally back at home. She slipped off her sneakers and went straight upstairs after greeting her mother and telling her goodnight, she was still exhausted from the previous night's work, and walking to the park added to her lethargy. Jenny slipped into the shower and began to think about her day. She was still giddy about her meeting with Sean. His coal black hair, warm smile, and toned biceps were to get her wet. She found herself quietly whimpering in pleasure on the shower floor as she took herself to ecstasy. After her relaxing shower, Jenny climbed in her bed and turned out the lights. But before she could close her eyes she noticed something sitting upon her window seal. Jenny turned on her lamp and crawled out of bed to investigate. She was a bit scared; she couldn't exactly tell what was perched on the ledge as she got closer. Suddenly, it dawned on her...it was a stuffed toy duck. Jenny laughed out loud as she grabbed the toy and gave it a squeeze. "It even quacks!" She blurted. Just as quick as she grabbed the duck, Jenny realized that the toy must be from Sean, and there there could have been no way that he would have known where she lived without her telling him. She thought it was a little strange, but sweet at the same time. He could have found out from anybody really. A lot of people know her around town. Jenny eventually fell into a deep sleep and dreamed about Sean and all his sexual mystery and power. ------- Jenny awoke around 9 a.m. refreshed and ready to start the day. Last night's dream about Sean was absolutely wonderful. In her dream, he came up from behind her and kissed her passionately while he sensually caressed her bosom. It wasn't a nasty dream, sort of unusual for Jenny, as she did have a lot pent of sexual energy most of the time. Jenny supposed the reason for the lack of steamy, profane acts in her dream was because she felt different about Sean. She really did like him for him. At about 11:30, she waltzed down stairs and had a bite to eat. "Sleep well dear?" asked Jenny's mother. "I bet you finally caught up on some shut eye." Jenny sighed with satisfaction. "Yes! I feel like a new person." "Would you like a sandwich?" asked her mother. "I just ate a PB&J a few minutes ago." "Sure!" Jenny happily exclaimed, as she had skipped breakfast by laying in bed thinking about Sean and how cute a couple they might make. After her sandwich, Jenny excused herself and stepped out on the porch for some fresh air. The sun was shining brightly again today. There was a steady breeze coming from the west which made their next door neighbor's wind chimes ring now and again. Jenny loved the summer. To her, the community always seemed to be at its peak during that time of year. When Jenny finally broke away from the environmental splendor around her, she looked up to see a group of four young men about to pass by on the sidewalk. They looked like they were in their way to town. She couldn't believe it. One of the young men was Sean. Jenny assumed he was just hanging out with his friends again. Hers and Sean's eyes finally met when the group of young men was in line of sight with Jenny's stoop. "Hey good lookin," said Sean with the smoothest voice, that voice that Jenny loved. "Hey stud," replied Jenny. "You just hangin' out with the guys again?" Sean told his buddies to go on ahead and that he would catch them in town. "Yeah, just gonna scope out the mall. See if there's anything worth looking at...I'd rather stick around here, I knows there's good things worth looking at around our neighborhood," he slyly answered. Jenny blushed a bit and laughed then sent him on his way with their usual goodbyes and flirty looks. She turned around to go back inside and before she went in she glanced back at Sean only to see him eyeing her body with a hungry smile. Jenny smiled as well and shut the door. She gathered herself before she greeted her mother again. Being hot and bothered in her house was worth a lecturing, and Jenny didn't have the time or patience for another long talk about sex, boys, and pregnancy from her mother. After a long boring afternoon at the house, Jenny was all but ready to go to bed and sleep the hours away. She took a long relaxing shower with the usual - a tickle there and a stroke here, in no time she had once again satisfied herself. After her rejuvenating shower, Jenny put on one of her silk nightgowns that she had gotten for her birthday last year. They were a little on the pricey side, but it was her 18th birthday. Her father though his little girl should feel special even though he was in jail and couldn't see her beautiful face smile when she received her gift. The nightgown was smooth and flowing like milk as it fell over her curves. Jenny's body savored the cool, soft caress of the silk fabric each time she put on one of her gowns. The cool air coming in from her window exaggerated the relaxing feeling. As she lay in bed, she couldn't help but think about how Sean would caress her body if he were there. He would take her in his arms and kiss her with his warm, sultry lips. She eventually fell asleep soon after from her racing thoughts. ------- At about 3:15 a.m. Jenny awoke to a strange feeling on her forehead. She opened her eyes, dazed and sleepy, to find Sean lying next to her playing with her hair. Jenny gasped loudly as Sean quickly, but gently, covered her mouth to muffle the noise. "Don't worry, Jenny. I know you're surprised. I would be scared myself. But I assure I'm only here to bring you pleasure," he said softly as he uncovered her quivering lips. Jenny, wide-eyed and still confused as to why there is a hot guy in her bed at 3 a.m., managed to squeak out a quiet, "Oh." Sean began to rub her left thigh as he gently licked and kissed her neck. Jenny could feel her pussy begin to ooze with moisture. "Mmmmm," she moaned as she instinctively grabbed the back of Sean's neck and pulled him closer. All Jenny could think was that this must be a dream, but it felt too good to be a dream. Sean began moving down her neck down to her bosom. "Does that feel good," he asked awaiting approval. "Your body drives me wild." "Oh my God, yes," Jenny breathlessly replied. His wet kisses felt cool from the breeze that was flowing through Jenny's room. Jenny could feel Sean's erection through his jeans. Jenny had seen penises before in porn movies so she half knew what to expect when he undid his zipper. His erection was throbbing with heat, Jenny could feel it. It was about 8 inches and wasn't too thick or too thin, it was perfect. Jenny exclaimed, "You're perfect!" "Thanks, I guess. Good genes maybe," Sean jokingly answered as he continued to pleasure her. Sean lifted her gown and began sucking and nibbling her nipples, by now Jenny was moaning and writhing, already wanting, almost needing, him inside her. "I've never done this before," Jenny quivered. "I know," said Sean. "Your first time needs to be with someone who knows what they're doing, someone who you'll remember. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything, just lay back and relax." Jenny trusted him with her heart at that moment. She was scared and excited at the same time. She would've never thought a guy she liked would crawl through her window late at night and take her so confidently and passionately. Her gown was now on the floor; Jenny could see the wet spot where her juices had leaked upon the smooth silk. Sean's cock was hovering over her opening like a hawk ready to take its prey. He licked his way down her stomach and was even closer to her pussy than before. He took off his shirt and his boxers, now he was also fully naked. Jenny was in awe over his body. He wasn't overly muscular, just muscular enough to make Jenny squirm for him. And those biceps, oh those biceps, how wonderful they looked all bulged and flexed as he hunched over her holding his weight while he nibbled his way down to her clit. Jenny gasped as Sean began to make gentle circles with his tongue around her clitoris. She couldn't take it anymore; she was so wet she was oozing through the sheets. She saw the tip of Sean's cock was also oozing with pre-cum. "Take me now," Jenny shouted, "I want your cock to fill me up!!" Sean looked up from his work and replied, "All in good time, my love." He continued his way down from her clit to her moist lips. He opened them up with his glistening tongue. Jenny felt his hot breath as he glided over her pussy. "OOOhhhh, yes, YES...," stammered Jenny as his tongue tickled her labia. Sean opened up her legs and positioned himself sturdily between them, his bulging cock throbbing with heat and passion as it awaited entrance to Jenny's temple. Their eyes met and Jenny silently gave Sean permission to enter her. Sean slowly entered her, so to avoid causing her pain from the breaking of her hymen. "Uhhhhh, ahhhhh...," Jenny cooed. The head of his cock was at her wall and he ever so slowly proceeded to stretch her pussy so that he could fit his whole member inside her. Jenny gasped with pain as her hymen broke, they could both feel the small rush of blood that followed. The blood was more of a turn on than an inconvenience. It brought out the wild side Jenny had been hiding for so long. She suddenly wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in close. His cock was now fully enveloped in her flesh and Jenny loved it. She stated, "I bet you didn't expect that, did you, big boy?" Sean excitedly looked up from watching his prick penetrate her pussy, sloshing in her juices and said, "No, but you sure know how to be fucked." Sean began thrusting, slow at first to allow Jenny's vagina to accommodate his cock, but they soon arrived at a medium pace, which they both liked. They began to breathe heavily, it was so hot. Sean nibbled and kissed her neck and earlobe. Jenny was tingling with pleasure. "I think I'm close, Sean," whispered Jenny. "Take me all the way!" Jenny could feel the muscles of her vagina begin to contract; she squeezed her legs tighter around him and grabbed his shoulders. Her eyes opened wide and she took in short breaths, she then let out a moan that she'd been waiting to make her entire life. "Uhhhhhh, AHHHHH, YEEESSS! Don't stop, uguuuhhhh," yelled Jenny, as she muffled her cries of passion as to avoid waking her mother. Sean KNEW she was cumming for real, he felt the walls her pussy close around his throbbing cock. He was moments away from pure pleasure himself. "Cum inside me," Jenny gasped, "I want it, don't pull out!" "If that's the way...you...want it," Sean replied in between shallow breaths. Sean sequenced his face and closed his eyes; he began to let out sighs and moans of ecstasy as he spilled himself in her tightness. "Oh yeah, Oh yeah! Take it! Ugghhh," He cried. Suddenly, he withdrew. He was still climaxing. Sean began to stroke himself and emptied the rest of his load all over Jenny's stomach. "You like that, I bet you do! Lick it up; smear it on your pussy. Ugh...yeah...," continued Sean as Jenny panted wildly underneath him. Some of his juice even shot on the wall beside her headboard. Jenny loved the feeling of his warm semen on her torso; she touched it and rubbed it in. After stroking out every last drop of cum, Sean collapsed on the bed beside her, both of them still breathing heavily and savoring their orgasms. Sean's cum was everywhere, on the sheets, the wall, not to mention Jenny herself. They looked at each other and smiled. Soon, they were cuddling in the summer moonlight and cool breeze from the open window, reminiscing about the ecstasy they both shared. "Thank you...," whispered Jenny, still panting lightly. "You're welcome," replied Sean, as he kissed Jenny's cheek and ran his fingers through her semen soaked hair. By the Light of the Moon "Do I have to go to work tomorrow? Can't I call in and tell them I died?" Nell laughed and rolled over to face me, "Sorry girly, I don't think it works that way." "Wait, I have a better idea. YOU can call them and tell them I died. How good is your fake cry?" I received a pillow in the face for that remark, and Nell smirked at me before rolling over and turning out the light. It was the last night of my visit, and I was reluctant to leave my best friend and make the drive back home in the morning. Nell and I met in college, and life had taken us separate ways—her to a small farming town and me to the outskirts of the city to find work. I was glad to see her again, and we spent the week reminiscing about all-nighters and bad relationships and dining hall food. Nell and I were so close then, and the moment I stepped foot in her apartment, it was like nothing had ever changed between us. But something had. I woke up to darkness in the unfamiliar room. I rolled over and groaned softly, looking at the clock. Midnight. Not so bad. I didn't have to work until 5 the next night, so I rolled over and sighed as I stared at the ceiling. I heard Nell breathing next to me and I rolled onto my side to look at her, when my eyes froze. She was lying on her back, with her arms stretched out above her head. Her shirt had hiked up four or five inches above her shorts, and her skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. I knew I had a thing for Nell. We joked about it back in school, and everyone said that we would give up on men and get married one day. She was beautiful, everyone who knew her could see that, and I would often find myself looking at her for a moment too long as we got changed in the evenings. We were both single, but had only dated guys—so what was I feeling right now? I hitched myself up on my elbow and exhaled slowly. My breath blew across her stomach and I could see goosebumps rise on her skin. They quickly grew on mine too. What if I...? Before I could stop myself, I was reaching out my hand to touch her skin. My fingertips grazed the skin on her left size, and I felt a pull deep inside of me. The moonlight seemed to have control of me and my hands didn't leave her side. Slowly, painfully slowly, my hand made more contact with her skin. The balls of my fingers now slid across her belly, reaching for the center... Nell inhaled slowly and stretched in her sleep. Her shirt crept higher, and a rib peeked out as she reached her hands toward the headboard. I froze for a moment, then relaxed as I saw her exhale from her stretch and relax again—still asleep. With mysterious new confidence I continued my journey across her skin. My fingertips swirled around her stomach—from the dip of her left hip, up to her ribs, down and around to her left hip. Nell giggled softly in her sleep, but did not wake. I swallowed hard and zig-zagged my fingers back and forth across her abdomen, just above her shorts. I felt her writhing slowly beneath me, and a tiny moan escaped her lips. I danced up slowly, and my index finger found her navel. I was wet already—when did that happen? I couldn't stop myself now. I felt my finger circling round and round her belly button. I could feel her breathing quicken, but I took no notice. It was so soft, the skin there just inside the folds. It was like silk. I mesmerized myself making spirals around it, until my gaze was torn from her belly. Nell was awake. "Oh my god, Nell, I'm..." I sprang up, flushing red, unable to hide my guilt. "...Why did you stop?" Something dark had taken Nell's eyes, and she looked into me with a mix of fear and longing that I couldn't ignore. Unable to move, I stuttered, until she took my hand gently and placed it back on her stomach, my index pointed just below her navel. "It felt nice...I won't say anything." I was dumbfounded. Nell laid back again, pulling up her shirt and letting her arms dangle above her. "I know it's kinda weird, but I like it when it tickles. It's sort of relaxing and exciting at the same time." I could tell she was waiting for me to respond, afraid of what I might say. I stayed quiet, but moved my hands in answer. With her permission, I now began again with new urgency. I sat up above her, and began by gently pushing my index finger back into her navel. I did it slowly, but I saw her grip her pillow and bite her lip, trying not to laugh. "A little ticklish, are we?" I teased. "Well, I bet you can't stay quiet for long." I pushed my finger in harder and began making up and down motions inside her belly button. Nell rolled her eyes back and choked out a laugh, then tried to silence herself. Engaged in the competition, I shifted my body and used my right hand to make spidery movements on her right side, just above the widening of her waist. Nell gasped and giggled madly, and to my own surprise I smiled an evil smile. Without a word I pulled my finger out of her navel, then used both my hands to gently torture her whole stomach. I blessed my long nails as they dragged across her skin, making her twitch and clench every muscle. Still, she did not move her hands, and fought to keep them clutching the pillow under her head. "Still quiet? I wonder if your armpits are ticklish too?" Without waiting for her to reply, I stroked my nails up her ribs, and thrust them into her shirt, where I tickled her furiously on the sides of her breasts, just in the hollow below her armpits. Nell squealed and thrust her hips upwards, but still tried to hold on. "Oh god, Emma please don't stop, please don't--" her words were lost in a storm of giggling as I moved up to her armpits. I followed her directions, and switched positions. Leaving my right hand tickling the side of her left breast, I scootched down and laid on my side, my face level with her belly. Dancing my left hand back across her stomach, I put my face against her side and began showering kisses over her ribs. Then, without warning, I stopped using my nails, and just let my fingers rub her softly, my right hand on her breast, my left on her abdomen. My kisses became slower, and I worked my way down, now opening my mouth and tasting her luscious skin. Nell moaned, and her knees came up from the bed as she writhed beneath me. "Ohhhhh ffuuuuuuck, Emma please..." I now knew that "please" meant something completely different than the last time she'd said it, and I looked down to her shorts. Was I going to do this? Could I do this? Did I know how to do this? Those thoughts flitted briefly through my mind before I found my left hand sliding slowly down the front of her shorts. I changed position again, bringing myself on top of her. My right hand played with her breasts, and as I pinched a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I heard a small squeak escape her lips. Meanwhile, my left hand was down under her panties, and she was slick and ready beneath. Her clitoris was engorged, and her spine arched when my fingers stroked around it. "Now," I said, "Since we're already here...I think I have one more idea." Still stroking her clit with one hand and cupping her breast in another, I bent over her stomach again. My hair traced across her skin and I heard her giggle softly. I bent down further, my eyes on the velvety center of her navel. Almost there... My mouth watered as I reached out my tongue, and a drop of saliva dripped down as it slipped into her belly button. I sucked hard, and squirmed my tongue around in the little fold of flesh. The sensation was too much for Nell, and she burst out laughing despite the work of my left hand. Suddenly I changed my mode again, and with my left hand still in her panties, I began to tickle her breasts and ribs with my right hand, all the while keeping my tongue dancing deep in her belly button. She thrashed beneath me, emitting a mixture of moans and laughter as she got closer and closer. To encourager her, I slipped a finger inside her as moved my right hand downwards, mercilessly tickling her belly as my tonque quickened its pace. "Oh gaaawd!" Nell moaned as her body clenched as tight as it could. I felt her pussy tighten around my finger, and every muscle beneath me twitched. Her convulsions subsided, and after I had removed my hands, I removed my tongue, and kissed her belly lightly a dozen or so times, laughing myself as her stomach twitched violently with every kiss. Nell lay in bed, sweating and breathing heavily, then tilted her head slowly toward me, her eyes locking with mine. She may have been spent, but the intensity in her gaze had not died. Yes, something had changed between us. And I was glad.