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Coming Together

By: TMS414



The following story is a work of fiction, only a small part of it is based in reality. The names have been changed for obvious reasons.

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Mike thought the day was never going to end. He was operating on autopilot. He took care of the bookstore customers in a way that could only be described as robotic. The fake but sincere looking smile on his face was enough to convince the bookstore customers that he was happy to serve them. But in the back of his mind he was waiting to get back home. She'd be back from vacation today, and he could hardly wait to see her.

As the store closed he waited impatiently as the manager locked the doors and he and his co-workers walked to thier cars in the parking lot. It was mall policy that any and all workers that closed their stores headed to the parking lot in groups for safety reasons. After saying his goodbyes he headed home, cursing every red light along the way. He could feel his cock stirring in his pants as he thought about the evenings coming events. He got home and quickly changed out of his work clothes and into a pair of loose fitting comfortable shorts and an old t-shirt, and turned on the computer. He quickly checked his e-mail, a couple of notes from his mother, a few jokes sent to him from his freinds and the usual junk mail for porn sites and credit card companies. He scanned the notes from his mother asking him to call her, and the dirty jokes his friends sent him. After deleting the junk mail he opened up his instant messenger account. Her name flashed on the screen like a spotlight, filling his heart and groin with joy. She was waiting for him, before he could even type in a hello her message flashed across his screen.

Darling1: I've been waiting for today

MikeyLikesIt: You're not the only one

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MikeyLikesIt: you want me to fill you up? you want me to cum deep inside this nice wet pussy of yours?

Darling1: ~moans~yes i want to feel you explode inside me~thrusts to you harder making my pussy tighten around your shaft as I thrust~

MikeyLikesIt: *flexing my cock a couple of times* then that's just what I'm going to do *throwing my head back and a half groan half yell erputs from my throat as I cum exploding deep inside you*

Darling1: ~purrs thrusting to you fast my pussy tight milking every drop from you as I run my hands over your chest ~mm yes fill me with your cum

MikeyLikesIt: *shoots a few more loads into you and then slows down as my orgasam subsides, and despite the fact that I just came, I continue to slowly move in and out of you*

Darling1: ~moans softly looking up in your eyes as I lay against the couch opening my arms for you~

MikeyLikesIt: *leans into you hugging you and kissing you*

Darling1: ~kisses you deeply wrapping my arms around you slowly thrusting with you~mmm that was wonderful

MikeyLikesIts: yes it was, as usual you bring out the animal in me

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For the last three months the two had been having a cyberspace affair. Cybersex three times a week. But for the last week Lisa had been on vacation, and Mike had to content himself with looking at the pictures she had sent him and masturbating. But now she was back and they had just had an intense session of cybersex. It had all started innocnetly enough. He'd logged into the adult chat room and saw her screen name Darling1. He had logged on as MikeyLikesIt, and the two had struck up a friendship and then from there into their first cybersex adventure.

They liked to talk dirty to each other while describing what they were doing, Mike talking to her the same way he'd talked to his past lovers as Lisa did. After taking their exploits out of private messages in the chat room and into their online messenger accounts more than just overworked libidos were exchanged. They told each other all about their lives, loves and other small talk that filled one's everyday life.

Then he asked her for a picture. She seemed shocked at first, but a few minutes later he was looking at her in a tight blue t-shirt. Her face framed by red hair, her brown eyes twinkling with just a hint of mischeif, and a warm smile that lit up her whole face. He sent her back a picture of him with his short cut brown hair, his own brown eyes revealing his own mischevious side and his confident smile that had attracted his share of lovers. This led to both of them buying digital cameras and sending nude photos to each other. He gaped at her when the first nude picture of her came through. She was laying back on the bed, her legs spread showing off her clean shaven pussy, and her 48DDD breasts pushed together as she crossed her arms underneath them. She in turn gasped when she saw his 8 inch cock in the nude he had sent her. This led to the two of them sending more pictures of each other, including pictures of them after they'd both masturbated.

Then one day the inevitable question came up. He wanted to meet her in person and do all the things he described to her over the computer in person. She felt the same way. That was a week ago, she agreed to meet with him as soon as she got back as she had already planned her vacation and her tickets were non-refundable. He knew she was going to see her family and family was more important, and he missed her for that week.

He had already made plans to go see her, taking a weeks vacation from work to spend with her. And she had a two week vacation, meaning that they could spend a week together.

His stomach filled with butterflies as the plane landed. As he scanned the eager faces as he exited the aircraft he finally saw her. That same smile that had been staring out from his computer screen was now there in the flesh, along with the rest of her body. The embraced like lovers and walked off to get his bags.

"How was your flight?" she asked as they finally escaped the din of the airport.

"Too long." he said, "I've been dying to see you."

Lisa looked down and noticed the bulge in his pants, "I see." she giggled.

Her voice sounded just like he'd imagined it a million times in all the times they talked.

This was the first time either of them had actually spoken to each other. And even though they'd spoken many times on the internet they still found many things to talk about. She pointed out places she frequented in town, and he named similar places in his hometown that he frequented. Then they finally reached her place. It was a modest one story house with rooms that were just big enough for one person. It was a little cramped but they'd be spending most of the time in her bed anyway. They both knew that. He needed to relax after his trip so he sat down on the edge of the bed while she checked her e-mail. The two of them sat around and made small talk.

"I made reservations for us for dinner at Premiere." Lisa said, "It's semi formal so I hope you brought something nice to wear."

"I've got some decent clothes he said. But I'm beat from the trip, I was hoping to rest for a bit." Mike said.

"Well, we've got a couple of hours before we need to go, so you can lay down in bed and get some rest." Lisa said.

Mike fell into the bed he imagined being in so many times before, and nodded off for a couple of hours, and the two hours were all he needed as he woke up fully rested. Lisa gave him a few minutes to shower, as she had taken one while he was sleeping, and was dressed by the time he emerged from the shower. Again his jaw dropped. For the semi formal dinner she wore a form fitting black dress that showed off her 48DDD chest, and her nice hips and ass. Mike slipped into a short sleeved button down shirt that was black and grey striped, and a pair of khaki pants. They headed out to Premiere and enjoyed a nice dinner. Mike and Lisa were aware that a lot of the men present were looking at her, as were a few of the women.

They headed back to her place after and they both knew what was to come. Their first night together.

They skipped small talk and went straight to the bedroom half running. They embraced for the first time, not doing anything, just standing there hugging. He loved the way her naturally large breasts pressed into his chest, and she in turn liked the way she felt pressed against him. He drank in the smell of her strawberry scented shampoo, and she drank in the smell of his cologne. They finally stood back at arms length from each other and then stared into one another's eyes. They leaned forwards and their lips touched. Tentativley at first, and then bolder each time. Finally she slipped her tounge into his mouth and his into hers. Their tounges wrestled with each other as their hands started moving over each other's bodies. Soon the kissing turned passionate, and his hands were on her ass, and her hands were working open the buttons on his shirt.

His cock had already srpung to life in his pants, and it was so hard he thought his zipper would burst. She had already worked his shirt half off and started to lick and kiss his chest and neck. His hands went around back and unzipped her dress, it fell to the floor leaving her in just her black bra and matching thong panties. He started to nibble on her neck as her hands were already working his pants off. His pants fell to his feet and he kicked them off realizing he still had his shoes on. He forced them off with his feet as his tounge worked it's way down her neck and he started licking her generous clevage.

"You know," she moaned, "There's tits in there."

His hands flew around behind her and worked her bra off. He finally saw her tits in person, the large quarter size areolas sporting nipples as hard as pencil erasers. He moved his mouth down and took her left tit into his mouth as her hands went down into his shorts and located his rock hard dick. While holding her huge tit in one hand his other slipped inside her panties and started to stroke her already soaking hole. She pushed him back onto the bed breaking his lock on her tit and knelt down before him slipping off his underwear. His cock popped out and pointed at the ceiling. He looked down as she started to stroke his aching member and then with a skill he'd not felt in years easily engulfed all eight inches of dick meat.

He closed his eyes and tossed back his head and moaned in pleasure as she started to give him the best blowjob he'd ever felt in his life. Her talented tounge wrapped around his cock while her mouth provided excellent suction. One hand was stroking him while she inhaled his cock, and the other was fondling his balls. He had trouble keeping his head up as the sensations of her cock sucking skills was driving him crazy. She took his tool out of her mouth and licked the underside making him lift his hips up off the bed with the sensation. She teased the tip with her tounge and then swallowed his man meat yet again.

"Holy shit." he finally managed to say as he was able to finally put words to the sensation he was feeling. He looked down and saw her look up at him, smile at him while she stroked his shaft and then swallowed all eight inches of his cock yet again. He threw his hands down on the bed. "Oh fuck! Yeah baby. Oh my God, Lisa! I'm gonna cum!"

She said nothing but instead increased her pace on his thick tool. Finally he felt the familiar sensation of sperm building up in his balls and then he grunted and surged his hips upward as he fired jet after jet of hot sperm into her mouth. She started to swallow, but the thick spurts of jisim were blasting out of his cock at machine gun pace and most of it ended up sliding down his shaft and getting matted in his pubic hair. When he was done shooting his load, she licked what she could off of his cock and balls. She climbed up his body and leaned into kiss him. He could still taste a bit of his cum in her mouth but didn't mind.

"That was the best blowjob I've ever had." he gasped out.

"And that was the nicest cock I ever sucked." she purred. "But I've got this wet, wet pussy down here."

"Well then, I guess I should return the favor." he grinned.

He rolled her over onto her back and kissed his way down her body. He slowly peeled her panties off revelaing her bald beaver to him. She had shaved earlier that day, so it was just as clean and hairless as the day she was born. After tossing her panites off to the side, he kissed his way up her legs, and along her inner thighs, licking his way back to the pussy he longed to taste.

"Don't tease me," she moaned, "eat me!"

His tounge snaked out and started to lick her already wet lips, slowly at first before he licked his way up to her clit and started to run his tounge over her little love button, and he inserted a finger into her dripping snatch.

"OH!" she cried out as he inserted a second finger, "Holy fuck, that feels good!"

He slowly fingered her and licked her cunt lips and clit. "Jesus, Mike, don't stop! Ahhh, your fingers feel so good. Your tounge, that wonderful fucking tounge. Tounge fuck me baby, fuck me with your tounge."

He pulled his fingers out and inserted his tounge into her opening. She started to buck and writhe against his face. "Eat my fucking pussy Mike, Make me cum! Make me fucking cum!" she screamed as her hips lifted up off the bed. He jammed his two fingers back into her and started licking for all he was worth.

"That is...fuck. Just like that!" she screamed, and then a long wordless scream indicated her orgasam as she flooded his mouth with her love juices. He swallowed as much as he could as his fingers and face were saturated wth her pussy juice. He licked one of his fingers clean and as he leaned back up to her let her lick the other one. She then leaned up and licked the juices off his face as he kissed her.

"So," she purred after they both calmed down and lay in bed, "did it taste as good as you thought it would?"

"Better," he smiled "that was the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted."

"Oh, you're just saying that cause I blew you." she joked, "I suppose after you fuck me, you're going to tell me I'm the best fuck you ever had."

"Well let me fuck you and find out." he said rolling her over onto her back. His cock had grown back to it's full eight inches as they lay there, and he positioned himself between her legs and started to rub his cockhead against her still sopping wet cunt. She looked up at him with bedroom eyes as his head rubbed her clit. "Stop teasing me and fuck me." she moaned.

Mike, being the gentleman that he was, guided his missile into her red hot snatch. They both moaned as he sank balls deep into her. Supporting all his weight on his arms he started a slow and easy rhythym. Lisa moaned as he started to fuck her. She'd had many lovers in the past, some with a cock as long as his, but his was thicker than any cock she'd ever felt. He started to talk dirty to her, just the way he did over the internet during their cybersex sessions.

"You like that?"

"Mm-hmm." she moaned.

He looked into her eyes, "Tell me you like it. Tell me you like my big hard cock slamming in and out of you."

She looked back up at him, "Oh God, I love that big thick cock fucking my cunt. Mike, fuck me please. Fuck me hard. Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

He started to increase the pace until he was fucking her hard and fast. Her huge tits bobbed up and down on her chest as he slammed his cock into her.

"You're so fucking wet, Lisa. I'm gonna fuck you until you scream."

"I've waited so long for you to be inside me like this. I love your cock, I love the way it fills me up. Oh, Mike you fuck me so good." she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her. She thrust her hips up to meet his downstrokes as he drove his entire length into her.

"Fu-u-u-u-u-u-ck...." she moaned as he started ramming her as fast as he could. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as she moaned and cried as his shaft slid in and out of her. Her cunt muscles contracted and she was rocked by another orgasam with another wordless scream of pleasure.

Mike continued to fuck her as he had yet to come. Lisa's eyes opened and she pushed him back and keeping her inside him she rolled them over so she was on top. "You made me fucking cum again! I need to fuck you now."

She started to bob up and down on his thick tool, and her tits bounced up and down as she rode him. He reached up and grabbed them as he started pushing his hips up to meet her down strokes driving his cock even deeper into her. She went all the way down and ground her pussy into his pubic bone, "AHHHHH!" she screamed, "Your huge fucking cock is filling me up!"

Before she could react, Mike pulled her off. "Get on your hands and knees." he said, "I'm gonna fuck you doggy style."

She had told him that was her favorite position, and she eagerly got on her hands and knees. He moved up behind her, rubbed his throbbing member against her steaming hole and slid easily in. Pussy juice was running down her legs from her first orgasam and she squealed as he slid back inisde her.

"This is the way you like it right baby. My hard cock sliding into you from behind?"

"Yes," she moaned, "Fuck me with that thick fucking dick of yours, oh God, fuck me."

He rammed himself in and out of her, her cries only adding to his momentum. Each time she cried out, the faster and harder he slammed her cunt. She reached underneath and started rubbing her clit as his hard fuck meat slammed into her. Neither one of them could hold out for much longer, and they both screamed as they came together. He threw his head back as his cum flooded her cunt, and she screamed as her pussy let loose another torrent of juice covering his cock and balls and running down her legs. He thrust a few more times as she milked him dry and then he slipped out of her and lay on his back exhausted.

Neither one of them spoke for several moments. She crawled up beside him and hugged him. "I have never been fucked quite like that in my life." she moaned.

"I've never fucked anyone quite like you before." he mumbled. They lay there for a few more minutes commenting each other before taking a well deserved shower. They headed back to bed and fell asleep wth her head on his chest. When he woke up the next morning she had spooned herself with him and his morining wood was already in her. He started to slowly fuck her until she woke up realizing that what she was dreaming was really happening. She lifted her leg allowing him better access to her.

He evenutally pulled out and rolled her over on her back and fucked her wordlessley until they both screamed out their orgasams. That day they had a marathon session fucking all over the house. On the kitchen table and floor, on the living room couch, on the living room floor, and in the shower.

Two days later she asked him, "Remember what you told me?"

"About what?' he asked.

They were both laying in bed, sans clothes and had spent the last two hours just snuggling and kissing lightly.

"About never finiding a girl who's let you have anal sex with her?" Lisa asked.

Mike's cock jumped to attention. "Yeah."

"Well, I've never allowed anyone to do that to me...until now." she purred. "MIke, if I suck your cock will you fuck me in my ass?"

Before he could reply, she tossed back the covers and had his stiffening tool in her warm mouth. She sucked his cock to full hardness for a few minutes before getting on her hands and knees, "Take my ass."

He reached over onto her nightstand and got a bottle of massage oil that they had used the day before and squirted some into his hands and rubbed it in. Then he put his left hand to work sticking one finger up her ass, and his right hand was slathering his cock with the oil. He jammed another finger in her ass, opening her up and getting her ready, and then, after another application to both her asshole and his rod, he was ready to go.

"Be careful," she moaned, "You'll be the first man ever in my ass."


Coming Together



He placed his cock against her asshole and pushed. She squealed as just the head went in, and she cried out each time another inch was shoved inside her. Finally he had all eight inches of his cock stuffed in her ass. He slowly pulled back until just the head was in, and then slowly went all the way back in. He continued to fuck her slowly until she told him she had adjusted to his thick meat in her asshole. "Ahhhh, that is so fucking good. Now fuck me. Fuck my sweet little asshole, Mike. Fuck me the way I like it."

He needed no further prompting as he started to slam her ass. "You like that, baby? You like that huge cock in your ass? Huh?"

"OH GOD YES!" she screamed as he slammed into her, hands on her hips pulling her back as he lurched forward. He pounded her asshole for a few more minutes before she screamed out, "Mike, you're fucking me so good, I have to cum. I'm gonna fuckin' come from you fucking my ass!"

"Me too baby." he said as he felt his balls contract. Lisa screamed as her body shook with an orgasam. Moments later Mike started to spill his seed in her ass. "Fill me up with that hot cum baby! Flood my ass! Cum in me! Fill my sweet ass!"

"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!" he bellowed out as he came and came as her asshole tighted around his cock. She slumped forward with him still in her just laying like that as he went soft. Soon through just contracting her ass muscles, he was hard again and this time they came together.

They fucked in every position possible in every room of the house for the rest of the week. That was six months ago. Mike quit his job a month after that week and moved out to be with her. They've since moved into a bigger house and have managed to have sex in every room in that house within the first month. Mike found a new job quickly, and they have not yet discussed marriage. Talking would cut into time reserved for fucking.



Coming Together



“Come to me,” I told her over the phone. It wasn’t a request, or something simply said, it was a command. I knew she was sitting on the other end of the connection twisting her chestnut brown hair in her fingers, slowly pulling the soft curls taunt nervously. 

“You know I can’t sir,” she whimpered, “I’m still married, I take that seriously sir, and besides you cannot want me more than what we have shared online and over the phone.” She thought about this as she said it, she didn’t believe her words herself and knew that he wouldn’t either.

“I’m telling you, commanding you to visit your aunt and come to me my slut!” 

“No, I can’t sir, please just stop this,” crying slowly as she spoke.

“It’s already taken care of your flight leaves next Friday, no excuses be on the plane, call your aunt tell her you have to come to the area and thought you’d visit. Tell that man of yours that you are just going to visit your aunt and see a girlfriend from college in DC and get on that fucking plane.”

I paused to see how she would respond, I knew that she was wrestling with her own personal demons on this but did not care, my lust, my need, my hunger for her had taken over. I had to feel the softness of her skin, the strength of her lips pulling at my cock as she so claimed she wanted to do. I needed to feel the wet liquid heat seeping from between her legs and covering my fingers when I would slide my digits inside her open pussy. I had to feel the way her ass would grip my cock the first time I would sodomize her. I had to be able to spank her, and tease her nipples with my teeth, to break her down and make her whimper beneath me and to finally take her and make love to her and cum inside her once and for all.

“Sir, I will think on this, perhaps I will make it but as I said I can make no promises,” she fearfully whispered.

We struggled the remainder of the week and the days leading up to the flight whether she would come to me or not. She was vehemently refusing but also had moments of breakdown stating that’s all that she wanted to do, see me. When the day finally came she was online that morning, I knew exactly when she would have to leave the house to make it to the airport and on time for her flight. I watched as the minutes ticked by and she still had avoided my questions about if she were prepared to come or not. Finally with a fifteen minute window of opportunity left she told me she had a meeting in the office and would be out the rest of the day but she would be online or give me a call later that night.

I must admit, I was irate at that moment. I didn’t think rationally, nor did I for a few hours later. That was until I realized she may just be planning on showing up at her aunts and calling me, telling me she was ready to be picked up. I waited, impatiently, trying to write, cleaning up the house, playing games on the computer, everything I could think of. It had only been four hours and I was ready to unleash my pent up frustrations on something, anything at that point.

Around 7:30 p.m. that night the phone rang, “Sir, I’m so close to you right now, do you really want to see me, your little slut?” she asked with that telltale nervous giggle and sultry voice.

“I would see you if you were near, just how close are you my pet?”

“Look out your front door and see sir.”

At that moment the doorbell rang and I almost jumped out of my skin if that were possible. I had always been the hunter and dominant one with this young lady. I opened the front door and was greeted by one of the most gorgeous creatures to ever walk the face of the earth. (In my opinion at least). Not a word was spoken she just walked past me with bags in hand and threw them in the foyer at the bottom of the stairs and turned to face me. She pushed the door closed and leaned forward. One kiss and I knew that I had been right about her all along. Her mouth tasted sweet, like cherry’s and her body yielded to my touch at once. She was shivering, whether it was due to the cold outside or simply her own nervousness or fear I couldn’t determine, I suspected a bit of both. 

I took her hand and lead her up the stairs to the living room. Once there I pulled her coat off and threw it on the floor. Fuck politeness I thought, I knew this person inside and out even if it had only been over the phone and via the internet. I would worry later, the only thing I needed now was do something I had thought about for so long.

The girls mind was racing, she wanted to talk to him before he dominated her as they had talked about but she also wanted to forgo the pleasantries and please him and have him fuck her and use her as she had masturbated thinking about so many times. Even earlier today on the plane she had been forced to touch herself to relieve some of the giddy anticipation inside her body. She knew he would know soon enough that she was sans panties or bra as he had instructed. She didn’t care about the formalities, she was his already and prepared for him to take her.

I grabbed her hips and pushed her towards my big comfy chair. Sitting down I pulled her over my lap and lifted the back of her skirt. Pausing I stood her back up and told her to strip for me. I flipped on the stereo and told her to do it to the music.

God, she thought, as the music came on, he knows what this does to me and that I will do whatever he asks. I’m already so wet from anticipation why can’t he just take me now. Oh well, this will make it much better when he finally does.

I sat back and watched as she slowly stripped off her blouse, revealing those large breasts, her tummy had that slight bulge, and a slight scar from a surgery she had the previous year. She tried to cover herself up but I stopped her. I leaned forward and kissed the scar and her stomach, showing her that her imperfections made her more real and beautiful to me. They couldn’t be airbrushed in person as so many women did online, they were real and a part of her. I gave her a nudge and told her to get back to what I had commanded.

Her fingers slipped into the elastic band of her skirt and she pushed them down to her ankles before straightening up. I was nearly breathless as she stood up and faced me. She had taken it upon herself to put on thigh high stockings and a matching garter belt. She knew this was a fetish of mine, my little slut had paid attention those nights we had spoken, I thought.

It was so seductive, that moment she looked into my eyes and breathlessly asked, “Where and how do you want me sir, or should I say Master?”

I grabbed her wrists and pulled her over my lap, as I did she reached beneath her and tugged my pants down as much as she could, lifting up as I allowed she pulled and pushed the pants to the my ankles as I sat back down her little hand found my cock for the first time. She moaned as she gave it a hard stroke up and down and then wedged it between her cunt lips and rested the head right on the little swollen bud of pleasure between her legs. 

I raised my hand and spoke in a deep voice, “You know why I have to discipline you now don’t you?” 

“Yes, sir, but I don’t care just spank me please, I have thought of nothing else since I woke up this morning.”

She waited in anticipation as I raised my hand and then brought it down hard cupping one cheek as I left a big red handprint on her ass. “Count bitch,” I told her. I swatted her other cheek and then switched hitting just a little higher than before on each side. Then I slid my hand over and caressed her soft warm globes before spanking her again, lower this time, right beneath the first swat marks. I worked my hand up and down over her ass repeatedly. Making sure no inch went untouched. That no spot on her ass wouldn’t be stinging for the rest of the night. 

Through this whole process she had been wiggling on the tip of my cock, grinding her clit against it relentlessly and every few rotations her hand would dip down to hold my cock and keep it in place as she slid her wet slit and open cunt down over just the tip before resting her clit back on the tip again. It was driving me insane and I wanted to feel her depths as no man had before. I needed to claim her body and mind as my own. She would fully submit in the flesh and verbally before the night had ended. 


I pushed her off my lap and she looked up at me from the floor with a sly smile on her lips. Dropping her head she knelt and then crawled back to the chair, her hand came up to my hips and she forced my legs open and then looking up again lowered her mouth to my cock with a look of what can only be described as pure lust in her eyes. 

I had to feel it then, she thought, as her lips slid over the head of this man’s large cock she knew that in a few moments he would be warming her belly with his cum. That or he would be spraying her face or filling her pussy, god she didn’t care where he came the first, second, fuck, anytime, as long as he was going to keep fucking her and cumming with her for the next few days. 

She slowly lapped at the head as she pulled his cock down and aimed it right at her mouth. She wanted to devour him as long as he would let her and she planned on teasing him as he had her so many times on the phone. She licked up and down the shaft and then coming to the base cupped his balls in one hand and ran her tongue over the cum filled sack. Sucking gently she pulled each nut into her mouth and ran her tongue over them, she loved the mild salty, sweaty taste that resided there but she also needed to taste his cum that was within these swollen orbs. Her mouth quickly traveled back to the tip of his cock which was leaking precum at a steady rate. She closed her lips over just the helmet of his prick and sucked gently and then slowly harder, urging the fluid to leak more rapidly. Then without a bit of warning she dropped her mouth down the base of his cock and sucked every inch of him into her mouth and the tip pressed into her throat. Despite the urge to gag, she knew she was pleasing him and swallowed hard. Suppressing that reflex and milking his shaft as he took her head in his hands. 

I had never felt a woman so intent on giving me the best blowjob of my life before, she wasn’t doing this because I forced her or asked her to. This was what my little sweet slut wanted to do on her own, she wanted to please me but also I knew she loved having a hard cock and creamy cum in her mouth. I was willing to let her do this without fucking her first. She would be here for a few days so I had plenty of time to do the things to her body I wished. 

Slowly I worked my lips over his cock until the head was pushed into my throat. I had to feel his cock exploding I thought as I started bobbing all the way to the head and back to the base of his shaft over and over. God he tasted delicious. I had never thought a cock had a real taste to it except the taste of flesh but now I realized as I was taking every inch of his large penis into my mouth and throat that his flesh was sweet and the drops of fluid that dripped from the tip were equally as sweet reminiscent of chocolate. I’d have to ask him about that later, but for now I needed to feel that explosion in my mouth. I wanted to have a mouthful of his cum, had to have it not just wanted. As I worked up and down and his hands held my head still I knew he was going to cum as he thrust his hips forward and pushed his cock deep into my throat. And then he moaned and it happened, I swallowed the first few shots and then pulled back and caught a mouthful of cum. 

“My god you can suck cock you hot little slut,” I moaned as I shot my load in her mouth and down her gullet. My body was shaking, I was sweating and damn if I wasn’t nearly sated from her blowjob alone. 

She smiled as she pulled off of his cock and ran a finger around her lips to make sure she hadn’t missed a drop. “Mmm,” she purred, as she licked her lips, “you tasted better than I had even hoped for.”

I looked down and noticed that my cock had still not even slightly gone soft. I pushed her over on her back as I left the chair and pushed her legs open wide. Right there on the carpet without so much as having put a finger in her wet pussy I forced the tip of my cock into the open hole. I looked into her eyes, and only once did I see the fear. 

“Please sir, I’m not sure if I can do this yet, I sucked you off can’t we wait a little while to get into this part?” she pleaded.

“Fuck no, you’re my slut and I am going to remind you of this,” I barked out as I thrust forward and rammed my cock deep inside her bumping her cervix as I penetrated her to the final depth she had to take me in. She moaned at once and her hips started rocking and she began to shiver. Apparently she was finding out that a cock hitting her as deep as I had was a little painful and yet she was getting off on it having mini-orgasms each time I thrust inside again.

“All I want you to do is fuck me sir, no, I mean I can’t do this, get off please let’s try and find something else to please you, I can’t do this it’s cheating, sucking you off isn’t according to the former president,” she teased with a smile on her face the whole time.

No matter what she was saying with her mouth her body language was saying something else. Her nails raked down my back and her legs were wrapped around my waist and her heels were pressed against my ass pushing and pulling me into her deep over and over again. I lifted up and tilted my head to capture a nipple in my lips and then bit down with my teeth to her delighted squeals. 

As I tugged her nipple with my teeth I ran my tongue and it’s piercing over the tip of her erect bud. Her coos and shivers told me how much she was enjoying it. I switched to tug the other nipple with my teeth in the same manner and finally I grabbed both legs and lifted them high in the air. I slowly leaned them to the side so I could fuck her tight cunt and see her ass at the same time. I rubbed a finger over her clit and pushed it along her slit as my cock moved in and out of her slow and deeply. I felt the moisture cover my finger from her juices and slid my hand over the globe of her ass and then between the cheeks. Pushing a bit harder than she had expected my finger slipped right past her tight asshole and into her. She bit her lip and moaned as I worked my cock and finger inside her body in unison. Her hands were rubbing her own nipples and up and down her body to my chest, she couldn’t keep her hands still.

My goodness, the girl thought as his finger pushed into her asshole, I can’t believe I am this open to him already. But then again she knew that she could open up and do anything with him. He knew her, with a word from him her pussy would always get wet, something about the way he carried himself and his no nonsense attitude turned her on more deeply than anything she had ever experienced. She was giving herself to this man to see just how deeply she could be turned on and what he would do to give them both pleasure she would never forget. 

I took my time slowly penetrating her depths in both holes smiling wicked and with content on my face as I felt her tight little pussy clamp around my cock as she quivered in pleasure. It wasn’t long before she was begging me to cum and fill her with the seed she had thought and craved for so long. I pushed her the rest of the way over and then up onto her hands and knees, my cock and fingers never leaving either orifice as I picked up the rhythm of our coupling. 

“Cum sir,” she begged as she tossed her hair aside and looked back at me. 

Knowing just what she liked from our nights on the phone and internet exchanges, I gave her pretty little face a light slap and told her, “I’ll cum when I’m ready slut.” The change in her was visible, she quickly retreated into herself, but in a pleasant way, it turned her on even more and I felt her insides clamp around my cock as she came hard from this light slap. I wrapped my one free hand around her throat as I leaned over her and slammed my cock in to the hilt and gave a squeeze, enough to begin cutting of her airflow and force her to face her own kinks all at once. She pushed her red, hot ass back at me and reached beneath herself to fondle my balls and rub her clit. Pushing faster into her I knew I was going to cum, this was taking me over the edge having my slut here in the flesh instead of on the phone.

As the first spurts let loose I thrust harder wanting to force my cum deep inside her. The sexpot quickly began her moan and spasms within her pussy again and as I continued to cum she crested that peak with me. As I felt the last of my orgasm shoot inside her, I slowly withdrew and ordered her to turn around. 

“What would you have me do now sir,” she asked struggling to regain her breath. 

“Clean my cock and then I have a special surprise for you my pet.”

She bowed her head and looked up from beneath those feathered bangs of hers and slowly moved in towards my cock with her lips opening each inch closer to me she came. She didn’t hesitate to lick our mixed fluids from my cock and actually seemed to enjoy it. I did have a surprise for her but I’ll save that for another time. 

Please leave feedback and tell me what you thought of my first writing effort. Thank you, Chase.



Coming Together



Keri and Jay were old college buddies. She was a cheerleader and he was the quarterback for the football team. There was always good chemistry there, but neither Keri or Jay were brave enough to give it a shot. On graduation day they shared a glass of champagne with their other classmates, hugged, and bid each a fare-well, never expecting to see each other again.

But fate is a funny thing...

Keri's husband was deployed so she spent a lot of time up late at night, mostly wondering if he was okay. She loved Mark and they had a baby together almost a year ago. Their marriage was happy even if he was absent longer than he was stationed home. When Mark would come in from being gone, Keri had so much sexual frustration she would utterly rape him before he could even say hello to her. But that was the problem, she was always initiating and always waiting...

Keri was surfing the internet late at night, after she'd gotten the baby to sleep when her IM messenger screen popped up.

"You have a message from JayLA30, would you accept this message? Yes or No." Keri wrinkled her nose.. "Great, some cybersex weirdo again." She promptly hit "no" and continued surfing the web. A few minutes past and the message appeared again. She hesitated for a moment before clicking the 'yes' button.

"JayLA30: Is this Keri? Keri Montgomery, from Tennessee State University?" Keri stared blankly at the screen, first confusion and then excitement when she finally made the connection with the screen name. "Oh my god!" She said out loud and her fingers began tapping at the keyboard.

"Yes, this is her. Jay? Oh my god! I can't believe it's you. How the hell are ya?!" she said in response.

Keri and Jay corresponded over the internet for about a month before he asked to call her. Absolutely, she thought. Jay would call her at all hours of the night on some nights and they would talk about everything about how their lives are now and about how their lives were before. Sometimes it would even get a little hot and heavy.

Jay's voice would send Keri into mad fits of ecstasy sometimes. He knew what she liked sexually and he would elaborate in fine detail how he would peel back the lips of her engorged cunt and delicately lick her clit up and down, like a cat lapping at milk. Keri would moan in Jay's ear with torrid verbiage, encouraging him to keep going on the other end of the line. Jay would then coach Keri right into orgasm with his naughty words.

It became an every night ordeal. He would call her and she would make herself moan for him. Sometimes she would explain to him what she was doing to herself that made her sound so hot and sexy.

"I'm sliding 8 inches of hard cock in and out of my tight, dripping wet pussy. And I'm" (She would pause to moan for emphasis) "And I'm thinking about it being your cock...throbbing in my hot little cunt. God, Jay...I want to feel your cock throb inside of me while you fuck my pussy nice and slow, teasing me with it." Most times that would send Jay over the edge to an orgasm. He wanted to fuck her hot little pussy so bad he didn't know what to do with himself.

She drove him crazy with desire. He liked her in fantasy, but he honestly wanted this woman. He decided to ask her if she wanted to meet for a night or two, "Just as old friends", he told her. "Nothing more, nothing less. We'll have a beer, eat some dinner, and go to bed in separate beds at the hotel." Keri felt like that sounded reasonable but her husband would by no means go for it. It was a very good thing he was still deployed for an additional six months.

Keri packed a small bag and arranged for her daughter to stay with her mother for two nights while she went on a business trip to Norfolk, Virginia. Her plane arrived around the same time Jay's did and together they rented a car and drove out to a small town right on the beach.

They found a charismatic little Inn that sat only yards from the rolling waves, but one small problem...

The rooms for rent only had 1 bed, King or Queen sizes.

"Well, we can get a king size and just sleep on opposite sides. We're adults. We can act like adults." She told Jay. But honestly...who was she trying to convince; herself or him? He simply agreed and they took their luggage into the room and quickly settled in. The keeper of the Inn rang them in their room saying that dinner would be served at 6 p.m. sharp, if they were hungry.

Keri freshened up, Jay put on a button down shirt and a tie, and they went down to dinner together. They sat alone to eat, and following that, nearly a whole bottle of wine was shared between them. They laughed and talked about everything they would normally talk about on the phone except for sex. They seemed to completely avoid that conversation. But still, Jay could tell she wanted him, and Keri could tell he wanted her. They both know it wouldn't end like it always does on the phone, but fantasy and real life were merely a fine line.

They went back to their room and Keri changed into a set of plain silk pajamas, nothing sexy. Jay did similar. They pulled back the covers on the bed and each retired into their separate sides for the evening.

In the wee hours of the morning, before the sun even decided to rise, Keri rolled over and looked at Jay. She scooted herself closer to him and laid her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat and watching the rise and fall of his stomach. She inched closer to him, curling a long slender leg around his and pulling it between hers. He didn't seem to mind as he didn't even stir. "He must be a heavy sleeper.", she thought.

She looked down at her left hand, staring at the diamond engagement ring and the wedding band beside it. Keri slowly looked up at Jay just then, and for that moment...she pretended that he was her husband, that the rings on her finger were given to her by Jay Douglas and she was simply Mrs. Keri Douglas. Her left hand slid beneath the covers, over his stomach and down to his thigh. She squeezed lightly and he shifted sleepily. Continuously, she rubbed at his inner thigh, occasionally squeezing...inching closer to his manhood.

Keri put her hand over Jay's pajama clad crotch, moving it slowly up and down until she felt his cock getting hard under her fingertips. She would knead and squeeze at the hardness, rubbing herself up against his leg suggestively. She stole glances up at his face to see if he was coming to, with no avail; she would continue. Keri sneakily crawled under the blankets and pulled his pajama pants down under his balls.

She stared for a long moment at his cock. Amazed by its size and how perfectly shaped it was. She leaned in and swirled her tongue around the head and licked down the shaft to his balls, sucking on them one at a time. She felt him stir under her mouth, a slight pleasurable little grunt escaping him. Her plump, pouty lips smiled against his warm skin and she plunged her hot mouth down on the head of his cock, sucking as she moved back up slowly.

Jay moaned louder and threw back the blankets, revealing Keri. She stared up at him with his massive erection between her sweet lips. He sat up immediately and grabbed her by her shoulders, turning her to toss her down on the bed on her back. His passion was immense and animalistic in nature. Keri liked that. She raised her hips up for him as he yanked her silk pajama bottoms off and forced her legs apart.

He got down between them and opened her pussy with his index and middle fingers, pushing the lips of her cunt apart. His tongue lashed out at her swollen clit, tickling it quickly, then licking down to her juicy little hole. Jay plunged his tongue inside of her hard and fast, and Keri writhed with pleasure, moaning loudly at him, encouraging him not to stop.

She wrapped her arms around the back of her knees, pulling them to her chest. Her wet pussy tightened around Jay's tongue but he forced his way back in anyway. He lapped hungrily at her swollen pussy, moving from her clit to her hole with a sort of rhythm. Keri reached between her legs to her swollen little bead of a clit and rubbed it with vigor as he tongue-fucked her wet hole. Jay stopped for a split-second...only to say to her "Come on my tongue, Keri...I want to taste you." which is all it took for Keri...she started squirming, but he kept her firmly in place with his strong hands. Loud moans escaped her as she came on his tongue, bearing down with a low growl on his mouth.

He grinned from ear to ear and looked up at her. Jay crawled over Keri and straddled her. He positioned his cock head right against her lips and thrust his hips forward, forcing his way into her mouth. Keri moaned against his thick cock, and rubbed her clit in slow circles. Jay grabbed two fists full of her brunette hair and fucked her throat until she gagged on his cock. The harder he fucked her beautiful face, the faster she rubbed her clit.

"Oh, fuck, Keri. Suck that cock, baby." Jay would say with a passionate sort of contempt. Her moans got louder, though muffled. Her eyes widened at him and once again, she came. He pulled his wet cock out of her mouth and scooted back so he could lean down and kiss her mouth.

He laid between her legs, gently grinding his hard-as-a-rock erection against her wet pussy lips. Gently, he kissed her mouth taking care to kiss the corners of her lips, soothing her as she came down from her intense orgasm. He unbuttoned her silk pajama shirt and exposed her breasts. Carefully, he encircled one of her nipples with his tongue, delicately sucking the nipple into his mouth. His hips moved in a rotation against her, grinding the head of his cock against her clit.

She moaned softly, enjoying his tender touch. Her eyes closed and her hips raised to meet his. Her body begged him to fuck her. He lifted his hips up away from her and his cock fell between them, pointing straight out. He sat up on his knees, guiding the head of his cock up and down the length of her pussy, pushing it past the lips to her clit where he tapped the head against it, making her moan and jerk.

He placed the head of his cock right at her tight, wet hole. She leaned up and looked down between them, watching his cock.

"Be careful. " she warned him. "I haven't had a cock like that inside of me in a really long time, it might hurt a little..." she continued. Jay put his finger to her lips to hush her. "Say no more, darling. " he responded. He teased her entrance with merely the head, feeling her pussy getting wetter by the second. Jay held her thighs in the palm of his hands, forcing himself to only push inside with the tip of his cock, preparing her for what they both wanted so very badly, and have wanted for quite some time.

Jay rocked back on the balls of his feet, continuing the small motions. Then, when he knew she was ready, with one hard thrust he sunk his big dick inside of Keri's extremely wet cunt. Her fingers clenched the sheets on the bed, and she gasped heavily followed by a howl of both pleasure and pain. He squeezed her thighs with his fingers as he started to pump his cock inside of her, hard and fast.

Jay put her legs over his shoulders and grabbed Keri by her hips, digging with his cock deeper inside of her pussy. Their skin smacked against each other as he fucked her cunt with insane lust. He quickly lost his mind as he banged himself against her, growling and grunting. Keri squealed and screamed out his name, pushing herself more and more against him. She bucked her hips in rhythm with Jay's. Soon, he threw his head back in ecstasy as he started to come inside of her tight pussy... pumping all 8 inches into her with all of his strength and vigor.

"Fuck, Keri... I'm gonna come...fuuuck!" he exclaimed as he exploded inside of her, yet still pumping hard and fast.

"Don't stop! Please, don't stop! I'm going to come!" she yelled at him, without realizing it, but it was in fact as loud as she could yell. Jay leaned forward and grabbed a hold of the head board, which forced her knees up to her chin, and drilled his cock fast in and out of her pussy as hard as he's ever done it before. Keri growled and cursed, gasping for air as she'd moaned so much and her breath was absolutely taken away by him. He felt a flood of wetness wash over his member as she came, pumping her wet cunt slower as she came all over his thick cock.

After the intense hot sex, they both showered and prepared to distribute themselves back to their respectable homes. The entirety of the early morning played over and over in Keri's mind during her flight, and the same with Jay. After they were home...they made plans for another date...this time for a little longer...



Coming Together



It all started after I broke up with my girlfriend Steph. It was an awkward split and, as she happened to own the flat we were both living in, I had to find somewhere to live.

Realistically I only had two choices, either to go and stay at my parents who lived out in the country or persuade my sister to let me stay with her in her flat in town. To me the best option was the latter, I am a townie and the thought of having to go out to that sleepy village that my parents lived did not appeal one bit, besides there was also the question of me getting to work every day.

My sister, Susie, is a couple of years younger than me, 23 to be precise and fiercely independent and it took some smooth talking to allow her to let me stay.

It was my first morning there and I was trying to sort out my worldly goods especially the bits that needed washing - which was most of it. Steph had literally thrown me out there and then, followed by my clothes which landed in a nice mud filled puddle. As all I had to wear at the minute was my boxer shorts I decided that my first task of the day was to get some clothes clean. I went to use the washing machine but could not find the powder to put in it! 

A little frustrated I went straight to Susie's room to ask her where she kept her soap powder. All thought of that vanished as soon as I opened the door.

My little sister was naked on her bed, her hand on a vibrator which was, most definitely, firmly inside her.

She heard me come in but did not seem to be startled, she calmly removed the vibrator, turned it off and turned toward me, making no effort to cover herself,

"Sam, would you please learn to fucking knock before you waltz in to my room."

"Sorry," I muttered almost incoherently, I should have turned and left right then but my eyes were transfixed and my feet felt like they were bolted to the floor.

"Sam," said Susie, in a quite stern voice, "why are you gawping like that -- are you trying to convince me you've never seen a naked woman before?"

Now there's the question isn't it -- yes I have seen naked women but since when did sisters count as women? I guess you don't really look at them in that sort of way. Right now I was looking at a woman. Susie had a gorgeous body her long dark hair was laying across a beautiful smooth neck. Her breasts were not too big but full and firm, the nipples still slightly erect from where she had been stimulating herself.

"Erm Sam," she said bringing me out of reverie, "Oh I get it, it's this isn't it" and she waved the vibrator at me. "Next you'll be telling me you've never masturbated yourself!"

She gave me a look up and down.

"In fact you probably need to masturbate right now". My face must have gone bright red as I realised that my cock had started to get hard beneath my boxer shorts, suddenly my sister was a sexual object -- a fact that was sending my mind wild.

Susie smiled sweetly, "Look Sam, I need to finish what I started, now you can stay and watch if you want as long as you get those shorts off and do yourself at the same time. Or you can get out right now."

With that she lay on her back and started the vibrator again and started to rub against her pussy, I just froze for a moment until she looked over toward me and raised her eyebrow. Without any real thought going through my head I dropped my shorts and moved over to sit on the end of her bed.

I watched as Susie became engrossed in pleasuring herself, the vibrator buzzing against her clit while she fondled her gorgeous breast with the other hand, I moved around putting my feet on the bed so I could watch her better.

My cock was fully hard now but I only stoked light and slow, any harder and I would have shot my load there and then.

Susie looked over at me, or rather my cock, smiling she moved her sex toy from rubbing herself and thrust it deep inside that very wet hole, she began to pant louder and louder as she bought herself closer to climax.

All rational thought went out of my head and I started to wank hard, pumping my cock at the sight of my naked sister's body as it glistened with sweat, her nipples erect, her hips bearing down hard on her vibrator. It was too much for me and I spewed a huge jet of cum from my member, Susie saw it and it must have excited her as she screamed out in orgasm.

We both remained where we were for a moment or two catching our breath, brother and sister naked together. Then Susie sat up and became very matter of fact.

"Right I need to jump in the shower then get ready to meet some friends for lunch and shopping. Oh by the way what did you want?"

"Washing Powder" I replied somewhat lamely.

"It's in the cupboard by the kitchen door" She replied before leaving the room.

I was still sitting on her bed naked when she returned from having a shower, she picked up my boxers from the floor and threw them at me.

"Come on Sam, go and get your washing done, I want to get ready."

With that I pulled my boxers on and left the room. Just a little while latter Susie called out "See you later" and I heard the front door close shut.

It seemed my sister was quite happy to carry on as if nothing had happened. It was a different matter with me, my mind was reeling. I felt guilty -- how could my and my sister do such a thing. I felt shocked -- why would Susie do that, why would she just flaunt her body in front of me like that.

I could not say that Susie and I were particularly close, since leaving home we only really saw each other on family occasions. Even when we were kids she had her friends and I had mine were never reliant on each other for company. But now......

I have to confess that despite feeling guilty and shocked it was the emotion of excitement that overwhelmed me and it was not long before I had to masturbate once more. 

Susie did return later that day but, again, she just carried on as if nothing had happened. She bought back a take away for us to share, talked about her day out shopping, asked me what I had been doing and then announced that she was off out again to have a drink with friends. 

The next time I saw her was in the morning, I had come in to the living room and she was sitting of the sofa eating toast and watching T.V. I grabbed myself some coffee and joined her, we sporadically chatted about family and things and it seemed like what happened yesterday was a figment of my imagination. Eventually Susie got up to take her things in the kitchen, when she came back she leaned over the sofa and whispered in to my ear,

"I need to play with my toy, are you coming?"

With that she just walked away and in to her bedroom, I followed her like a shot and arrived to watch her peel off her night shirt and panties revealing that elegant body of hers. The mind-numbing event of the day before had left my brain in a haze and I had not fully appreciated just how stunning my sister was.

Susie was just perfectly formed, from behind I could see her tight, slightly protruding buttocks which connected seamlessly with gorgeous thighs. When she turned around to get on the bed I was dazzled by the beauty of her slightly tanned skin, at tan which she had managed to get all over.

I quickly removed my t-shirt and shorts got on the bed.

We sat naked at either end so I could get a full on view of Susie's sweet pussy. She seemed oblivious to me as she turned on her vibrator and began to caress her body with it. Working it from her next downwards to her gorgeous breasts were she used her toy to massage then thoroughly making her nipples hard and erect.

Then she moved on, down to her stomach then on to her mound, she left it there gently rubbing her clit while her other hand caressed her body.

The sight of Susie doing that to herself made my cock so hard, again I had to stroke it gently to stop myself from coming to soon.

Susie's breath started to get harder and shorter and I watched as she slid the toy inside her now very wet pussy, watched as her hand started pumping in her faster and faster. Small droplets of sweat began forming on her breasts as smooth, silky body heated up from the sexual excitement she was giving herself. 

I lost control of myself again and really began to work my cock, it was not long before another huge jet of cum spurted from me landing all over my torso. I might have cum but I was still transfixed by Susie who came in a loud shout of ecstasy.

I was almost mentally prepared to leave but Susie was still lying there, still gently working the vibrator inside her. Ever so slowly she pulled it out. The to my complete surprise she raised it to her lips and slid her mouth over it, licking a pussy juices from it.

Without thinking my hand went straight back to my cock which was starting to get hard again, Susie noticed it and smiled. Once more she put her toy inside her in order to soak it in her juices before again putting her lips around it.

I was getting so turned on again and Susie knew it.

Again the vibrator went inside her juicy wet cunt, but when she pulled it out she sat up and leant over toward me, then she placed the toy on my lips. I put out my tongue and tasted my sister's sweet juices. 

As I savoured that sensation Susie ran a finger across my chest and gather some of my cum that had splattered across me, slowly and very erotically, she sucked the cum from her finger. She licked her lips, threw the vibrator to one side and moved her face toward my chest. 

Very slowly she licked the remainder of the cum from my body. The sensation of her tongue against my skin was just incredible, my body felt like it was going to explode. Slowly, teasingly Susie worked her way from my chest down to my stomach cleaning up every last drop of my load. Then suddenly her tongue left my body and before I realised what was happening her lips were firmly around my now throbbing penis.

Her lips fucked my cock while her tongue flicked the end licking both the cum left on it and the pre-cum that was forming in response to her warm moist mouth.

I reach out my hand and placed on her head gently playing with her silky hair and pushing gently in rhythm with her movements. Susie was obviously an expect at giving head, she worked my cock slowly with her lips tight around it. My body tensed with the excitement, my cock twitching in her mouth. 

I guess Susie felt it to because she released her mouth from around me and moved upward, leaning on my chest she lifted one leg over my body to straddle me, the she eased her hot wet pussy down on to her brother's throbbing cock.

Susie leant her body against me and the touch of her hard nipples against my chest sent a wave of uncontrollable lust through me. I pushed her back a little so I could get my mouth on beautiful tits, as I did so her hand reach up to my head pushing it closer and she threw her chest forward so I could not escape from her fine smooth breast. I worked her tits hard my lips sucking and my tongue flicking her hard nipple. I heard her moan with pleasure as my teeth gently bit in to that soft inviting flesh.

Eventually she pushed be back, right back so the she could sat grinding her hips, working her hot pussy on my cock. My sister began to go faster and harder fucking my tool like there was no tomorrow, her hands pressed against my chest supporting her as her ass pumped up and down on my willing body.

There was little I could do except savour the thrilling sensations racing though my body, the pressure of Susie's hands on my body, the feel of Susie's pussy against the flesh of my cock and most of all the sight of my hot, naked sister fucking me.

I felt a slight change in her movement, now her rhythm was becoming erratic, I knew she was about to come, her body tensed suddenly and then a shiver ran than whole way through her body and she screamed out as her pussy tightened around my cock in orgasm. It was beyond my control as I shot out my spunk deep inside my sister's cunt. Susie obviously felt it as her whole body tensed once more before she collapsed on top of me.

We lay like that together for quite a while her soft flesh touching mine. Eventually we recovered our breath back, Susie raised her head and kissed me on the lips, then she whispered in my ear,

"I think I like my new toy" Well that's how it all started, how did it finish? Well it hasn't yet. 



Coming Together



 Note that the poetry in this story is original to the author. It's owned by the story author.

*****

I kiss the dew from your lips,

pausing to revel in the moonlight

glistening on the yielding treasure of you,

anticipating the paradise of

the cool of the desert night yielding to the melting sun.

"Do not tarry, my love," you murmur.

"I see the oasis and the flow of the fountain

just ahead, just there, nearly within reach.

I am almost there.

Come with me."

Over you, around you, inside you,

I resume the journey to paradise.

Over you, around you, inside you,

we ride, ride, ride from the desert of mounted desire

toward the oasis of erupting release.

The plane hit a bit of turbulence and the paper the poetry was written on fluttered to the floor. It took me a bit of digging to retrieve it and slip it back into my notebook. I'd only read the stanzas I had because it had slipped into my lap earlier. Turning toward the window, I could still see the quilt-like pattern of the towns and fields of southern France. We were still climbing in altitude in the flight from Paris to Cairo, though, and it wouldn't be long until we were too far up in the atmosphere's vapor to see land even on a day this clear.

I don't know why I brought the poem with me. I intended to leave it at home. I'm not sure how it got left in the notebook I was taking. It was even more a mystery why I was going to this symposium on Arab literature in Cairo. I had declined earlier invitations to return to Cairo. I'd intended on never going back—back to the man, Afram Garfeh, the famed Egyptian poet, who had penned this poem two decades earlier. For me.

Afram hadn't invited me to the symposium—as far as I knew—but surely he'd be there and he'd know that I was coming. We had conversed over the years, certainly—initially by mail, lately by e-mail. Although the e-mail communications had lost the intimacy of the letters. Afram didn't use the Internet. One of his students acted as a contact go-between. He was a leader in the field of Arab literature internationally, and I taught at Colombia. I can't deny that I was being well served by having studied with him and having contact with him now.

Each year he sent a promising student to me for mentoring. This year it was Samir. Always a young, handsome Egyptian male. I did provide them mentoring, and they all had gone on to good academic positions of their own. Afram was quite discerning and exacting in who he sent to me. To my colleagues, I was providing guidance and placement help, but Afram, who sent them, and the young men themselves knew there was much more involved.

Afram says it was because of what I had meant to him, what I had given him.

I was almost afraid to see him now—likewise because of what I had given him, and how he had used me when we didn't have an ocean to separate us. He must be close to seventy, I suddenly thought, as I read over the opening stanzas of his poem again.

I had been barely twenty-one when I arrived at the American University in Cairo, then on Tahir Square, now further out in what was called New Cairo. I was a child prodigy, already working on my doctorate in literature, needing to improve my Arabic so that I could specialize in Arabic literature. Afram was a legend in the field even then.

He was a god to me.

I was a virgin to the ways of man sex, and within two weeks of studying under him, mesmerized by his reading of his own poetry, I was lying under him on the studio couch in his university office and panting and sobbing as he clutched my buttocks to him and pushed inside me, breached my ring, and slow pumped me deeply. He was a gentle lover—at least at first—but, using my hero worship and my naïveté, he had taken what he wanted from me. And he had conditioned me to want it too.

He was a virile man in those days, one needing the attention of a young man to write that special poetry that found its way into the private collections of special collectors, and he fucked me, initially on his office couch but later in his traditional-style home, almost daily for the year and a half I was with him.

By the time I left him and returned to the States, I was as jaded and needy as he was.

The plane lurched a bit and the piece of paper slid out onto my lap again. I lifted it and read a few more stanzas before tucking it away.

"Just ahead!" you cry out.

"See it there?"

The flash of sunlight, the searing heat.

The cry in the night.

"Take me there, Love! Come with me!"

Over you, around you, inside you,

faster, faster we ride,

reaching out for the shelter of the oasis ahead,

of the fountain, the cool waters afterglow.

Over you, around you, inside you.

"Do you see it not?" you cry out.

"The searing sun! The fountain!

We ride together, Love! It's there; it's here! It's now!"

The searing sun of your journey's end explodes,

fountains, to your melting into the cool embrace of the oasis.

I couldn't help but smile. After that first time, Afram had not touched me for two weeks. He had apologized, and, in shock, I don't think I reacted much at all. I knew that was my inclination and had known it for some time. But I hadn't had the courage to pursue my feelings.

Who would have known that the reading of erotic poetry by the poet himself could seduce me as easily as Afram Garfeh had?

After two weeks, in which I went from fear and self-condemnation and the feeling of being trapped in an alien land under the control of a man who took everything he wanted from me to the extreme, I slowly worked my way into waiting for his call. Without seeking it myself, I anticipated the opportunity to be alone with him again in his office, for him to demand that I attend him, or to ask me to lie under him. In the last days, while he continued to make me stew, I needed him just to look at me with affection and crook his finger at me.

He asked me, along with the other members of my study group, to a traditional Egyptian meal in his home. His home was of ancient style, in an exclusive section Cairo, on the island of Gezirah, in the Nile between Old Cairo and Giza, land of the pyramids. It was a compound of four sides, a blank wall to the street, with an atrium in the center squared in with columned passageways. The atrium was a veritable oasis that served Garfeh, a widower even then with several young male servants, as both living and dining area as the weather permitted. There was a cooling pool in the center, with a fountain. Palm trees surrounded the pool, indeed giving the space the feeling of being an oasis.

I was asked to stay after the others had left. We sat, close, side by side, on a couch beside the pool. He was wearing the traditional Egyptian robe, a gallibaya, and I was in Western wear, a white cotton shirt and dark trousers, with sandals. Embracing me with one arm, he unbuttoned my shirt and palmed my breast and we kissed several times, each time more deeply than the one before. I knew he was going to fuck me again, and I was relieved to know that I held favor with him still. He recited a poem to me, a poem he said he had just begun, the first three stanzas of this very poem I was reading for the umpteenth time in the plane over southern France.

I knew he was going to fuck me there on the couch by his pool, and, of course, he did. I opened my legs to him without a whimper.

He pulled away from me but only long enough to lift the gallibaya over his head. He was naked under the robe. Thick-bodied, but mostly muscled, in upward-curved erection. He moved his embracing arm under my arm pits and I lay back, my shirt brushed open, as his lips and tongue moved from the hollow of my neck down to my nipples. His free hand slid down my belly, unzipped my trousers, found my cock, and possessed me.

His lips went to mine and we kissed as he slowly stroked my cock to an erection. He was taking me more slowly now. He had first taken me quickly, and I had been so surprised and overwhelmed that I had come almost immediately and then had just lain there, collapsed and barely conscious, as he had fucked on to his own ejaculation. Now he was taking his time.

We disengaged from the kiss and, looking into my eyes and still stroking my cock, he recited the three stanzas of the poem I had just reread. When he reached the line "The searing sun of your journey's end explodes,/fountains, to your melting into the cool embrace of the oasis," I erupted into an ejaculation.

He held me there, tenderly, as I moaned and my trembling slowly subsided. Then we spoke in a low voice.

"I wish for you to be my assistant in a project. I am having difficulty finishing this poem. I wish you to help me with it—with your body."

"It's a powerful poem already," I whispered.

"It is more poetic in Arabic. When you are conversant, you must read it in Arabic. But do you understand the poem? Do you understand why I have reached an impasse with it?"

"No, Mudarres, I don't."

"How does it end at this point?"

"With an ejaculation. The receiver's ejaculation."

"True, but is that what the lovers want?"

"I don't understand. What do they want?"

"The young receiver says, 'Take me there, Love! Come with me!' What is the goal of these lovers, of this poem?"

I thought for a moment, and he let me do so, holding me close to his naked body, his erection rubbing against my now-bare thigh, his hand gliding over my body, making my cock start to reengorge.

"Is it that they want to come together?"

"Yes, and that is what I want as well, with you, so that I can bring this poem to conclusion."

He gently pushed me down on my back on the couch, then, my left leg bent, my foot on the stone of the patio. He turned and rose and brought his left leg up on the couch beside my right thigh and hooked my right leg over his thigh. He slowly entered my channel with his curved cocked.

And fucked me and fucked me and fucked me.

I came the second time several minutes before he did.

"No matter; there is time," he whispered to me. Then, after we had rested a bit, he turned and sat on the side of the couch. He reached over and lifted me by the waist with his strong hands, and lowered me on his cock, facing away from him. Running his hands down the underside of each of my legs, he lifted and spread them. I raised my arms and locked my fists behind his neck.

He fucked me, raising and lowering me on the cock in ever faster motion. That time we came closer together but not together.

I smiled at how hard we had tried that time—he so that he could complete his poem; me to please him.

I couldn't help it. The memory of how hard we tried amused me, even today. I now had the urge to read more of the poem. I pulled it out of the notebook. This time it didn't have to force itself on me.

Over you, around you, inside you. Still.

I ride you still as a camel relentlessly undulates across the sands,

seeking for myself your paradise,

the oasis, the fountain, the cooling waters.

Riding you, riding you, riding you.

And seeing my own oasis ahead,

I ride harder, faster,

Through the searing heat and the flowing fountain,

To my own paradise—

and our shared sighs.

We never did come together, no matter how hard we tried, in that year and a half. I was always too anxious and he didn't think about anyone but himself enough to discover how to hold me off. But we both did come each time.

He did finish the poem, of course. He was too good a poet not to finish it, although it could not flow down to the conclusion he had anticipated. And I didn't think the poem suffered from the march to a new ending. In fact, I found it more poignant, more human. In its own way more resilient and hopeful.

I glanced down to read the end of the poem, but the announcement came onto the speaker that we were circling for a landing in Cairo. I slid the poem back into the pages of the notebook—deep enough so that it now wouldn't slide out; the poem was too precious to me to lose—and turned my head to the window. I had not seen Cairo for so long; I wanted to drink in as much of the city from the air as I could as we landed.

I would finish rereading the poem later, in my hotel room, as I contemplated meeting my old lover, Afram Garfeh, face-to-face again, after more than two decades.

* * * *

"My name is Adjo," he said, his hazel eyes with the long, black eyelashes lowered demurely. "The Mudarres, the teacher, Mudarres Afram said that you were to use me as you will."

I wondered if Afram had rehearsed the young man who had met me at the plane in Cairo to word it exactly that way. I knew it was likely Afram would be providing me a companion during my stay—unless he had retained enough prowess at his age to use me himself—and there was every reason to believe that Adjo was the one chosen. Assuming so, Afram had chosen strangely, but arousingly. Adjo was so much more delicate—and as beautiful as a woman—than the young men Afram had been sending me to mentor at Colombia. And in that difference, I was more fully aroused.

He had been standing there, a shy and calm oasis in the teeming sea of raucous humanity at the arrivals' gate, holding up a placard with my name—my given name—on it. Mr. Gordon. He was dressed in a loose-fitting, billowing white dress shirt, dark trousers, and open-toed sandals, just as I had been when I started classes with Afram Garfeh at the American University in Cairo over two decades earlier.

He was dark, his features olive-brown, his hair jet black. And he was beautiful—beyond handsome. Small of stature, willowy, the image of innocence. I wondered how innocent he really was—or if he at least could feign innocence when he was writhing under me.

Afram had known just how to tantalize me, how to get my juices going. This was one of two approaches I had contemplated he would use. If he was still sexually active—even at his age—I had thought that either one of his female students or one of the other professors attached to the symposium would meet me. By sending someone like Adjo, I believed I was being given an entirely different message.

"You know that I'll be staying at the Nile Hilton—well, the Nile Hotel, which used to be the Hilton," I told Adjo as my luggage was being placed in the trunk of the taxi. Afram had told me the Nile Hotel, now owned by the Ritz-Carlton chain, was no longer the best, but it was familiar to me and thus a comfort.

"My understanding is that it will be only for the night," Adjo said. "I believe the Mudarres would like you to stay with him. But he did tell me to take you to the hotel, that he will speak to you there."

I didn't know that "speak to you there" would mean that Afram himself would be waiting for me in the lobby of the hotel, but he was. On the taxi ride from the airport, Adjo had sat beside me in back and peered at me from under lowered eyebrows with a shy smile like a blushing bride, and I was looking forward to taking him right up to my room and fucking the stuffing out of him, but Afram being in the lobby threw a wrench into that forming plan. That was probably a good thing, though. I was exhausted not only from the Paris-to-Cairo flight but also from the hours I'd put in beforehand in preparing for my presentation the next day at the writing symposium.

"You must come stay with me. I'm afraid this hotel will no longer be to your standards," Afram said after we had warmly greeted each other, including with a kiss that was far from chaste. He was wearing the traditional gallibaya and sandals and nothing else that I could discern, and he was embracing me close enough for me to know that he still could get an erection. It remained to be experienced—perhaps—if he could hold an erection or make use of it. He stood, stooped, in one place while we talked, and leaned onto a cane in each hand when he wasn't clutching me.

"I booked here," I said, "So I should at least spend one night here, although I am honored by your invitation." I didn't chance to add that he hadn't offered an invitation to stay with him before I arrived here. I might have declined the symposium invitation if he had. I had been completely under his spell at one time and I wasn't anxious to be so again. "And I am weary from the trip and the preparations for the symposium and have a paper to deliver there tomorrow, so I should go directly to bed."

"Need to start your sleep immediately?" Afram said. "I that case, I will take Adjo back with me to my house and I will see you at the symposium tomorrow morning."

He had emphasized taking Adjo back.

"Adjo could—"

"Adjo will be at my residence for when you decide to come to me there. I have asked him to assist you during your stay here, by the way, in all ways you may need him."

Afram couldn't be any clearer than that. First, yes, he was providing Adjo for me to fuck. But, second, it would be at his house. I had almost forgotten that Afram was as much a voyeur as he was a direct participant. In the last half year I was with him here in Cairo, he had given me to friends and to various muscle-bound younger men he met in the Greco-Roman wrestling gymnasiums. He liked to watch.

Somewhat regretfully, I said my good-byes to Afram and Adjo, checked in, went to my room, and, after a brief shower, went to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. So, it was a good thing that I wasn't succumbing to Afram's plans yet anyway.

I got my crack at Adjo—and Afram, for that matter—the next evening. The first day at the symposium wasn't a grueling one—probably on purpose, because so many had come in from out of Egypt. We started late in the morning and ended in time to have an extended cocktail hour—this time at the Ramses Hilton, which was, I will admit, by far superior to the Nile Hotel in amenities, if not in location and memories. I wasn't quite in tune with the new Cairo I was finding upon my much-delayed return. During the day, Afram devoted little attention to me at all—he was constantly the center of attention of other symposium attendees—whereas Adjo was at my elbow and within sight of me all day. He moved like a dancer, and I must admit that most of the day was spent suffering an erection and daydreaming about "later." In his touches and his looks at me, Adjo was signaling an anticipation of "later," as well. I was being left no reason to misunderstand his expectation of being used by me.

We returned to Afram's house on Gezirah island, in the car the university assigned Afram in respect for his position, after stopping at the nearby Nile Hotel to pick up my luggage. It was dark when we arrived, but a warm, cloudless night. We ate a dinner served to me with meaningful glances and fleeting touches by Adjo, wearing a white cotton gallibaya, in the central oasis-like atrium, which was lit by torches on the columns and underwater lights in the pool. Afram also was wearing a gallibaya, made out of a finer, silky cloth. He hadn't changed his traditional clothing ways since I had studied under him.

Two other young, handsome Egyptian men served us as well. Afram and I sat across from each other on couches. Adjo mainly served me and the other two mainly served Afram, who was free with his hands under their gallibayas while they served. When Adjo came near him, though, he was strictly hands off.

Adjo clearly was for me. Jaded as I was, that was fine with me. After our supper, when one of the young men serving Afram began to service him as well, his head under Afram's gallibaya while Afram sat facing me on his couch, Adjo came and stood demurely in front of me, sitting on my couch.

He had brought a small bowl of some sort of rice pudding—we had already had a fruit course, He stood close in front of me and when I spread my thighs apart, he pressed in even closer. He fed me the thick pudding, with his fingers, until I couldn't hold off anymore. I took the bowl from him and set it on a small table within my reach. I then grasped his gallibaya, bunching up fists full of material at the waist on either side, and pulled it over his head.