0 comments/ 13888 views/ 0 favorites Cupid's Arrow By: Vixen211 They’d been together for three years now. Each year, he’d surprised her with something special for valentine’s day. The first year, it was a weekend getaway to a hotel with dinner & a Jacuzzi. Year two, private b&b with deliciously wicked porno on the telly. What would it be this year? He was the first man she had ever known that she felt comfortable enough to share her fantasies with. Those deep, dark, private thoughts that a girl masturbates to when she’s all alone in her bedroom. Most women have them, but few will admit it to their partners. Neither had Kina…..until she met Marcus. She loved to talk in bed. Dirty talk, that is; but she was afraid with him at first. She didn’t want him to think her a slut. (Well, not yet, at least). But the words, the words….when she was alone, just saying the words aloud was enough to get her off within minutes! Cock, pussy, cum, thrusting, pounding, slurping, sweet, juicy, slick, fuck, harder……mmmmm. Marcus was the first man to talk to her in bed. To ask her what she wanted, to call her all the names she’d never asked anyone to call her – cumslut, bitch, whore….and still actually respect her in the morning! She was not only astounded, she fell in love. She told him of her fantasies. Of being with another woman. Of being with two (or more) men. Of participating in an orgy. Of having every hole filled, and having cum poured all over her body. Never in her life had she made herself this vulnerable to a man. It was frightening, but exciting and intimate. Marcus’ favorite color was purple, so Kina made sure to purchase something special at a local lingerie boutique. It was a deep purple velvet teddy, with underwires in the bra and satin ribbon to tie up the crotch. She knew he’d love it. As she slipped on her black, lace-top thigh highs and little black silk dress, she imagined the exciting possibilities of the evening. What would he do this year? She swept her shoulder-length red hair up into a French twist, applied her “Vixen” lipstick and outlined her eyes in smoky kohl liner. “Mmmmmm-Marcus. You are in for a treat tonight,” she laughed as she kissed the mirror, slipped on her strappy high heels, grabbed her purse and headed downstairs to wait for him. She danced down the stairs, humming “Fly me to the Moon…..” and dropped her purse on the table in the foyer. As she danced her way toward the kitchen, she scooped up her tabby cat, Bruce, and sang to him. “Mommy’s going out tonight with Marcus, Brucey…..but I’ll be back soon, don’t you worry,” she murmured as she scratched behind his ears. “Not too soon, I hope,” came a voice from behind her. Kina yelped and turned around. Marcus was standing behind her, looking delicious in a tuxedo, and with a dozen long-stemmed white roses in hand. Kina put Bruce down, and ran into Marcus’ arms. “Sweetheart! You scared me!” she laughed. “Well, at least you look happy to see me,” Marcus chuckled, as he nuzzled her neck. “The roses are beautiful! I’ll go put them in some water,” said Kina. “Don’t be long,” said Marcus. “The adventure is only moments away.” Kina’s eyes widened as she promised she’d only be a moment. She felt like a teenager! She continued to hum as she placed the gorgeous roses in a vase and filled it with water. “Okay, I’m ready!” she exclaimed with delight and a smile. Marcus held out his arm. Such a gentleman! Kina thought. She was so happy to be his date for the evening. When they walked out the door, Kina gasped. In front of her house was a classic Bentley with a driver. “Only the best for you, my love,” said Marcus. Grinning from ear to ear, they walked toward the car. “Ah, ah,” said Marcus. “One more thing.” He pulled a length of silk from his pocket. “The key is the surprise,” he said as he tied the length of silk around her eyes. “But Marcus,” she pleaded, “How will I know where we’re going?” “That’s really the point of this, my dear,” he chuckled. As he helped her into the car, she thought she would faint from excitement. Her Valentine’s present must be something truly special for him to go to such lengths! As they pulled out of her driveway, Marcus kissed her neck and whispered “You are incredibly beautiful, my darling.” “Thank you,” she smiled. “The feeling is mutual.” They kissed, and she felt his fingers brush her thigh, sliding up her dress to the top of her stockings. “Mmmmmm, stockings,” he whispered against her mouth as he kissed her softly, then licked her bottom lip and sucked it gently into his mouth. He pulled her leg over his and touched the tender skin on her thigh that was not covered by lace. Her breathing quickened as his fingers slid up to the satin ribbon that held her teddy laced between her legs. “A present? For me?” he asked, as Kina laughed and rolled her hips into his hand. Marcus pressed his fingers gently against her clitoris and began stroking softly as he kissed her. In her already aroused state, she knew it wouldn’t take long for her to cum. “Oh yes, touch me, just like that,” she breathed into his mouth as she pressed her wet pussy into his fingers. Her clit was throbbing as his strokes became faster, bringing her closer to release. “Cum for me,” Marcus whispered. “Oh god, yes! Make me cum, Marcus,” she cried as she bucked her hips against his hand and came, groaning into his mouth. Kina relaxed, panting onto the plush, leather seats of the Bentley. “What a nice present,” Kina moaned. “Oh, my dear, it’s only begun,” laughed Marcus as he pulled the blindfold from her eyes. Kina blinked to regain her sight. The first thing she saw was the rear-view mirror in the front seat, and the driver’s lustful glance. “Oh my goodness!” she said as she blushed furiously. “Marcus! I can’t believe you did that in front of someone else!” Kina had a hard time looking back into the mirror, knowing what the handsome driver had just seen. “No worries, love,” said Marcus. “You’re beautiful when you cum. Isn’t she, Anthony?” he asked the driver. “Yes sir,” said Anthony, looking at Kina in the mirror. “Very lovely, sir.” Kina blushed and buried her face in Marcus’ shoulder. She was embarrassed, but also excited by the idea that another man had watched her cum. And a handsome one at that! “Well, my dear, here we are,” said Marcus, looking out the window. Kina looked as well and saw that they had stopped in front of The Charmeuse, the only 5-star hotel in the city. “Oh my!” she exclaimed as the driver opened the door for them. She was overwhelmed. She’d wanted to stay in this hotel since she was 8 years old. She looked at Marcus in shock. “Yes, my dear, I remembered,” he smiled at her. As Kina turned to walk into the hotel, Anthony gave her an appreciative glance and a smile. “Enjoy your evening, Sir, M’lady,” he said. “Thank you, Anthony,” they replied as they walked into the hotel, arm in arm. When they walked in, the scene was lovely. Roses decorated the wood and green marble décor in every corner. “Shall we?” asked Marcus, as he led her into the ballroom for the annual Valentine’s Ball. The next two hours were sheer bliss for Kina. They dined on filet and danced their hearts out to big band tunes. She was in heaven. She felt pampered, spoiled, cherished. Just what every girl wants to feel on Valentine’s day. When they danced to “Fly Me to the Moon,” Kina swooned as Marcus kissed her passionately. She could feel his cock hardening against the low swell of her belly. “Are you ready to visit our suite?” he asked, smoldering lust in his eyes. Kina answered by smiling and kissing him softly, her tongue darting between his lips. As they rode up in the elevator, Marcus grabbed Kina around the waist and pressed her against the wood-paneled wall. Kina groaned as she felt his erection between her thighs. She pressed her wet pussy against him, remembering the scene in the car. The elevator stopped, and another couple looked in. “Going down?” they asked. “No, not yet,” replied Marcus, buttoning his coat to hide his lustful evidence. Kina knew she was flushed and looked away so she wouldn’t laugh as the doors closed. They stopped at the top floor. Kina’s eyes widened. “The penthouse??” she asked, incredulous. “As I said, only the best for MY baby,” Marcus took her in his arms and danced her off the elevator, humming. They stepped off the elevator and walked down the hallway to the door. Marcus slid his key card and the green light came on. When they walked in, Kina’s eyes widened as her hand clasped her chest. “Oh, Marcus,” she breathed, “It’s beautiful!” The suite was made up of three large rooms: The main room, which had plush velvet-upholstered sofas and floor-to-ceiling velvet curtained windows, showing a view of the city; a lush bedroom, with candles everywhere and a wide, comfortable-looking king-sized bed; and a bathroom (large enough to be a second bedroom!) with a two-person Jacuzzi and a stand-up shower. Marcus picked up a small, black remote control and pressed a button. The curtains opened, offering a dazzling display of the city lights as the stereo clicked on, playing more Frank Sinatra tunes. Kina walked around gingerly, feeling like a princess. She looked at the table near the sofa and saw champagne and strawberries waiting. “Mmmmmmm! I’ve always wanted to try this,” she said as she picked up a strawberry. Marcus poured two glasses of champagne and offered one to Kina. “Oh Marcus,” she said. “I never expected……never believed you’d think of this!” “Every word you speak is burned into my memory,” he murmured, as he pulled Kina to him and planted a soft kiss on her shoulder. They toasted to eternal love and kissed. Kina was so enraptured, she became lost in the moment. As their passion grew, Marcus took both of their glasses and set them down. He scooped her into his arms and walked toward the bedroom. “I can’t wait to taste you any longer,” he whispered huskily. Kina was in heaven. She was with the man she loved in the loveliest hotel in the city. Could life get any better? She’d thought that Marcus was taking her to the bedroom, but he carried her towards the bathroom. When they walked in, Kina saw that their were candles lit all around the tub filled with scented bubbles. He set her down gently and undressed her, starting by kneeling at her feet and removing her high heels. He nuzzled her between her legs as he rolled down each stocking. Seating her on the side of the bath, Marcus got to his knees and slid his hands up her thighs, parting them and breathing onto her already moist pussy. Kina sighed and put her arms on each side of her to balance, as Marcus licked playfully at the folds of her labia. When his tongue finally teased her clit, she jumped as if electrified and grabbed his shoulders. “Oh, yesssss,” she moaned. His tongue swirled gently around her clit, making it swell and burst through it’s soft little coat. Marcus took her clit between his lips and drew his tongue underneath, applying pressure to both sides. He knew she was getting close to cumming. Kina bucked her hips into Marcus’ lips and tongue, and cried out, “God yes, lick my pussy! Make me cum in your mouth!” Marcus hummed into her and sucked her clit between his lips. Kina threw her head back and let loose a gutteral moan as her cunt convulsed and poured nectar onto Marcus’ face and hand. She collapsed over him, pulling his head up to her belly and kissing his hair. Afterward, Marcus helped her step into the bath and bathed her gently. “I can’t wait for you any more, take me now,” Kina purred. “Yes ma’am!” Marcus laughed as he wrapped a towel around her and scooped her into his arms. In the bedroom, Marcus sat on the bed and pulled Kina onto his lap. He kissed her mouth as he pulled her towel open and licking gently between her breasts. When his mouth reached her nipple, she gasped. She was so aroused at this point, that the slightest touch made her wet with desire. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Kina looked at Marcus, puzzled. “Room service,” he said. “Be right back.” Kina smiled, finished drying herself off and arranged herself on the bed. She wanted to look irresistible when he returned. Marcus walked back in the room and said, “Where were we?” “Where’s the room service?” Kina asked. “I left it in the other room,” Marcus said. “I’d like dessert first,” he smiled and wiggled his eyebrows at her and produced a length of satin from behind his back. “Ooooooh, what’s THAT for?” Kina whispered and batted her eyes. “You’ll see….or not, as the case may be,” chuckled Marcus. He covered her eyes with the blindfold and told her to sit on her feet, knees spread. Kina obeyed. She heard him walk away, close the doors and walk back to her. Then she heard his zipper. Kina licked her lips. They’d played this game before. He liked a little control, and she liked letting him be in control. And how she loved his cock. Seven inches, thick and straight as iron. She felt the head of his cock being rubbed across her lips. Kina opened her mouth and licked around the head. Damn, he tasted delicious. A sort of woody scent mixed with the saltiness of his skin and the sweetness of precum. She opened her mouth wider and sucked as much of the length as she could into her mouth and throat. “Mmmmmm, that’s nice,” she heard him say. “Suck that cock well, my little cumslut.” Kina moaned with his cock in her mouth. He knew how much she loved his dirty little pet names when she was giving head. She reached up and took his cock in both hands, stroking it while moving her head in small circles and swirling her tongue up and down the shaft of his cock. She felt him get harder and the head of his cock twitch. She knew he was close to cumming. So she stopped, pulled his cock out of her mouth and licked it from base to tip, then sucked him deeply into her throat and stroked his cock with her hand slick with saliva and precum. “Oh, yeah, yes, just like that, you little whore!” he screamed as pumped his hips into her face and shot streams of cum into her warm, waiting mouth. Kina swallowed it all and licked him clean. His cum was sweet, almost sugary. She loved the taste of it. “What would you have me do now, lover,” she asked him, sitting back obediently onto her heels, gyrating her hips suggestively. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “On your knees, now.” Kina shivered and whispered “Yes sir,” as she turned around onto the bed. He put a pillow in front of her for her head as she spread her knees and wagged her hips high in the air toward him. Letting him know how very much she wanted his cock. He moved toward her, offering light touches on her buttocks and thighs, then smacking her bottom, hard. Kina jumped and squealed. She hadn’t been expecting that! “Don’t move, slut,” he said. “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir,” she panted. She felt his cock slide over her skin. Up one buttock, across, his fingers teasing playfully against her anus and pussy. She did her best to hold still under his torturous attentions. Kina moaned and begged, “Please, please, fuck me. Please! I need you to fuck me!” “I love it when you beg to be my whore, Kina,” he chuckled. “Mmmmm, yes, I’m yours,” she moaned as she pumped her hips toward him. Suddenly, his cock plunged into her, hard and definite. Kina gasped as he grabbed her hips and held himself inside her. Finally! She felt filled, complete, and very close to orgasm. He didn’t move for what felt like an eternity. Kina whimpered and tried to move her hips, but he held tightly. She felt his cock twitch inside the walls of her cunt. She gripped him with her pussy, clamping down again and again, until he complied with her unspoken wanting and began to slide, slowly, in and out of her. It was languorous, sweet, and entirely too slow for her liking. She tried to encourage him by moving faster, but he wouldn’t let her. “Damn it!” She screamed. “Fuck me, now! Pump me hard with your big fucking cock and make me cum!” “Anything for my lady,” she heard him laugh. She felt his grip tighten as he thrust into her, hard and deep, pushing her into the bed, slapping his body against hers. Slamming her, driving into her, pumping her full of the hard cock she’d desperately begged for. “Do you like that, you fucking cumslut? Is this what you wanted?” he said. “Yes, yeeeesss, oh god, fuck meeeeeee!” Kina screamed as she clamped down on his cock and poured her cum all over him, splashing his thighs and her own in the process. Still, he pumped into her, now placing his thumb against her anus and stimulating her. Kina reached down and held her fingers against her clit, allowing the motion of being fucked hard to vibrate her hand against the swollen button. “Oh, oh, oh, don’t stop fucking me, pleeeeease don’t stop,” Kina begged as she built to another orgasm. He kept going, pumping into her, the blindfold sliding down her face from being thrust into so hard. The black satin was in the way, so Kina ripped it off her head and threw it aside. When she opened her eyes, she gasped. Reflected in the mirror, she saw Marcus. Not behind her, but next to the bed, stroking his cock. Looking up, she saw that it was Anthony, the driver who had brought them to the hotel, who was pumping his large dick into her cum-loving pussy. The sight drove her insane. She pumped her hips into Anthony and told Marcus to come to her. She grabbed his cock and greedily sucked it into her mouth. She was in heaven! Two beautiful men with beautiful thick cocks and they were all hers! Marcus moaned and said, “Yeah, that’s it, baby, suck that cock, get fucked, you little bitch, you love it, don’t you!” “Oh god, oh god, yessss,” cried Kina as she sucked Marcus back into her mouth, feeling Anthony’s cock thicken inside of her. “Give me your cum, Marcus,” she growled. “I want you and Anthony to both cum inside of me.” Marcus could stand it no longer. He roared like a lion and shot his load into Kina’s mouth. Rope after rope of sweet, sticky cum. Kina went mad, screaming her orgasm around Marcus’ cock as Anthony yelled, “I’m cumming!” She came again, with Marcus’ cock still in her mouth and Anthony pounding his juice deep into her hot cunt. Marcus pulled out of her mouth and kissed her passionately as Anthony leaned over her back, spent, and planting kisses along her spine. “You’re not mad at me, are you?” asked Marcus with worry in his eyes. Her eyes got wide as she laughed loudly. “Are you kidding me?” she asked. “This is the best Valentine’s Day ever! Cupid's Arrow "Man, why not? You tell me you haven't been laid in six months. You're thinking about hitting on Melinda at Club 400. I know with Melinda you'll get drama. I'm not so sure you'll get laid. You should come with me to Kathleen's. She's really nice and she's really horny. She wants to do some kind of cam-room porn with two guys. And, I guarantee you'll get laid. No strings attached." We were sitting in the quiet corner of a nearly empty diner. Brad was considering my proposal with just a little uncertainty. What can I say about Brad? I'd call Brad small, dark and handsome. Two out of three is not bad. He has scruffy good looks. His dark hair always looks like it was cut last month. His face always looks like he shaved yesterday or maybe the day before. He has dimples in his cheeks and sparkling blue eyes. He's kind of a gym rat and is well-toned. But he can't be more than five foot six. Brad bobbled his head and then said, "Oh, alright, I'll do it." These were the words I had been waiting to hear. "Good, then smile, she'll want a picture." I pointed my cell phone at him, snapped a quick picture, added a few words of text and pushed the send button. *********** Two weeks later, we met at the diner again, and took a little drive. Soon, Brad and I found ourselves on the front porch of Kathleen's suburban home. I rang the bell and waited. The door was opened by a full-figured redhead wearing a plush, pastel green bathrobe, shiny stockings and high heels which matched. She looked like she might have been thirty-five or, maybe, forty. "Hello, Bill," she said. "Why don't you and your friend come in." We stepped in and Kathleen closed the door. I introduced Brad and Kathleen, who smiled politely at each other. "So, you boys are ready for the cam room?" "Yes," I said. "Mm-hmmm," said Brad. "That's great," Kathleen enthused. "We're going to have a good time and I'm sure we'll please each other. Just remember to go slow, and make a good show, because were trying to really please an audience, too. You know how to go slow and make a show, don't you?" she asked Brad. "Sure," said Brad. "Then give me a kiss," she demanded. Kathleen and Brad locked lips and French kissed for what seemed like half a minute. As they embraced, Kathleen's left hand strayed toward Brad's crotch and groped him randily. When they disengaged, Kathleen looked Brad in the eye, smiled and said to him only, "Ooooh!" "Well, follow me boys," she continued. Kathleen led us through a formal living room and an equally severe dining room. We stopped in the kitchen where she half-filled three tumblers with wine and topped them off with something carbonated from the refrigerator. "Liquid bravery," she said," and a little hydration." She then took us into a cozy but spacious family room. It was the first room we had seen that looked lived in. There was an overstuffed couch, a pair of comfy reclining chairs, a large television, a wet bar, and a fireplace. Posters decorated the walls. French doors lead to a patio and garden. Against one wall there was an old-fashioned daybed. Near it stood a desk, holding a computer with a wireless keyboard and a webcam. There were a desk chair and some stools. "Now remember," she said, "at the front door I am Kathleen, but in the cam room I am Susie Redbush. That's what you call me once the camera goes on. Bill, I guess you are Boo, as always. Bradley, what shall we call you?" "Um, Brad, I guess." "No, no, you need an on-screen name. I know. How about, Bad?" "Sure," Brad replied. "Okay, boys, you can drop your trousers, take a seat on those stools, sip your drinks and join me on camera when I invite you. But, let me get this party started first. Okay?" Brad and I nodded our agreement. "Then it's show time," she said. Brad and I stripped to t-shirts and shorts. Print knit boxers covered Brad's ass. I wore dark blue bikinis which emphasized my bulge. We sat on stools to one side of the computer enjoying our refreshments while Kathleen - um, I mean, Susie Redbush – tapped on the computer keyboard. First, she navigated to the cam room site. Then, she signed herself on and began 'working the room.' She greeted the moderator with a kiss emoticon. She said hello to one chat participant. She sent hugs to another. And, she told no one in particular – or more accurately – everyone in general, that Susie Redbush was just very, very horny. One person responded with a comment about how sorry he was that she was horny. The prevailing mood, however, seemed to be more hopeful than sorrowful. Somebody expressed certainty that Susie's horniness would pass. "Oh, there's Sir Richard's web cam," Susie remarked at somebody's change of status. She typed a few words, clicked on an icon and began streaming a small video window to the monitor. A corner of the screen lit up with an image of a middle-aged male torso seated in a desk chair. The torso sported a quite respectable erection and its owner appeared to be administering a slow, skillful and thorough massage to the stiff shaft. "That's Sir Richard," Susie explained to Brad. "You can find him here three days out of five doing that. He calls his friend Little Dick. He is in Newcastle in the north of England. I watch him sometimes, and he watches me." "Now, on the other side world, there's Bluebird," Susie continued. A few more clicks on the mouse opened another video window. A lithe-looking woman in her twenties appeared. She was seated on an exercise mat wearing only blue panties. Her dark black hair featured an unnatural looking electric blue highlight. Her thin frame supported tiny breasts that could not have been more than an A-cup. And, as we watched, she flirted lasciviously with the camera, pouting her lips, pinching her nipples, smoothing her hands over her waist and freely offering close-ups of everything in sight. "Hi, Bluebird," Susie typed in the message window, receiving a quick keyboard kiss in response. "She is in Melbourne, but she comes here often," offered Susie. "She claims to be the horniest virgin in Oz." I had seen her before, and I liked her. Judging by the encouraging comments, other folks in the chat room also liked her. I think Brad did, too, because he felt compelled to adjust the package in his boxer shorts. "Well, let's get this party started," Susie quipped. "Anybody want to see another horny girl?" Susie typed. There were several replies, which could fairly be called unanimous. Susie clicked her camera and microphone on and adjusted the framing. Rising from the desk chair, she seated herself on the day bed and crossed her legs, emphasizing their shapeliness. Appreciative comments ensued, winning an 'aw, shucks' grin from her. Uncrossing her legs, Susie leaned toward the camera and pulled back the neck of her soft green robe. The chat room, Baad and I were treated to a view of the tops of Susie's full round breasts. General appreciation ensued online. "You wouldn't want to see more?" Susie teased the microphone. The response was predictable. So, Susie loosened the belt of her robe and over the course of the next two minutes shared brief glimpses of various bits of her creamy flesh with the camera. Eventually, she stood in front of the day bed, untied the belt entirely, and let the robe fall from her shoulders to the floor. Susie stood before the camera and us in matching lacy green lingerie – a half-cup bra barely concealed her ample bosom, and her bottom was covered by a break away bikini. Her shiny thigh high stockings held themselves up and flattered her legs. Susie was not very tall, perhaps five foot five, but very voluptuous, yet surprisingly trim-waisted considering her other curves. The room remained appreciative as she stood modeling her lingerie. Then, sitting again on the edge of the day bed, she resumed her flirtation. "I can tell from here that there are a lot of other horny girls and boys in this room. And, I'm such a horny girl that I'm going to show you more." The green lacy bra was quickly but gracefully unfastened and discarded. Susie's creamy tits lit up the cam room and her lovely pink nipples provoked several additional comments, but Susie was not slowing. "In fact, I may show you everything," she continued. A hook was undone on her bikinis and her panties fell away. There could be no doubt why she called herself Susie Redbush. Her quim was covered by a thick, curly patch of natural brick red pubic hair. She was obviously trimmed, but mostly for definition. The hair clearly hid a full mound and generous nether-lips. "Does anyone want to see a horny girl finger herself?" she teased, tracing a line in her pubic hair where anyone could imagine what lay beneath. "No, I don't think so. Susie's too horny for that." "Hmmm, maybe someone would like to see a horny girl play with a rock hard toy?" Susie picked up a big clear acrylic dildo off the computer desk, running it, too, over her pubes. Her bush appeared to expand as if seen through a magnifying glass. There was support in the room for the toy proposal. Susie, however, seemed unsatisfied. "No, no, Susie's too horny for toys, she demurred. Susie wants cock. Oh, if only there was a cock!" With the big toy pressed against her quim, Susie pretended to wonder how she could possibly find a cock. She appeared to look toward a distant horizon as if a cock might suddenly sail into view, like a tall ship on a broad ocean, when suddenly her eye rested upon Bad. "Oh, oh, there's cock now!" she mock exclaimed. Come on over here, Bad!" Bad bounced enthusiastically into view of the camera. Susie seated him on the bed and lost no time removing his T-shirt. A moment more and she had removed his boxers. Until that moment, I had never seen Bad naked. I think I have mentioned that Bad is at least a couple of inches shorter than I am. Imagine my surprise then to discover that his cock, which was already erect, must be at least an inch longer than mine. The disproportion between his small stature and the enormous size of his sexual organ made him appear to be designed by nature for only one thing. I was not the only one surprised by Bad's organ. For a moment, Bluebird ceased primping at the camera in Melbourne and typed, "::swoon::." Susie laid Bad on the bed and straddled him. Taking his cock in her hand, she pointed it into the depth of her red muff and eased her sex on to him. "Oh," she said,"Bad, you feel so good inside me." Susie began riding Bad, like an equestrian on a trotting horse. Bad thrust gently to meet her, occasionally making a rutty sound in his throat. "Bad, you are so enthusiastic," Susie praised, "and so very big." Susie bounced down on him. "Mmmm," she moaned, "that one hit bottom." Then, rather suddenly, she stopped. "Bottom, oh my, that reminds me," Susie said. "Susie has a very horny bottom." Susie slapped her fanny cheeks with both hands. "If only I had another cock," she said waiting two beats. "Oh Boo, please come service Susie's horny bottom." I recognized my cue and joined my friends on camera. Standing beside the bed, I bent and kissed Susie's behind. I took a moment to take in an eyeful of Susie's hungry quim swallowing Bad's huge cock. On the computer desk next to the acrylic dildo, I had noticed a pump bottle full of clear lubricant. I squirted some on to each of my hands and began to rub it on to her cheeks. The globes of her butt began to shine like two apples in the morning sun. I paused again to admire the raw sexuality of the redhead straddling Bad, wearing only her thigh highs and and green, come-fuck-me pumps. Susie began to ride Brad again, but at a walk, not a trot. I helped myself to another squirt of lubricant, smearing it in her crack. With another finger full of lubricant, I began gently massaging her anus. In a few moments, my finger slipped inside her, and I finger banged her bottom, as she continued to ride Bad's cock. Looking over her left shoulder at me, facing partly into the camera, Susie asked, "Boo, is that your finger in my bottom?" "Yes, Ms. Redbush," I replied. "Well, do you have anything bigger?" "Yes, Susie, I do." I removed my finger from her bottom and dropped my bikini briefs. I put another generous squirt of lubricant on my erect penis and made a show of spreading it around for the camera. Then, I climbed onto the daybed, crawled between Bad's legs, and pressed my hip bones against Susie's fleshy bottom. A moan came from the computer speakers. Little rivulets of viscous semen streamed down Sir Richard's erection, and pooled in a mess on his lower abdomen. Apparently, the sight of cowgirl Susie riding Bad as I prepared to enter her back door had been as much as the poor Yorkshire man could stand. "Brb," he typed, leaving his audience to watch his empty desk chair. Susie leaned into Bad, squeezing her bosom against his pectorals, partly resting her weight on an elbow, and presenting her bottom to me. I pushed the head of my cock gently against her well-prepared anus and gained entry. "Oh, you are both so big. You boys are going to split me down the middle," Susie flattered. Slowly I pushed myself further in until my 6 inches had penetrated her completely. Susie began a gentle rocking motion on Bad's cock. I glued my hips against her, intending only to keep her bottom full as she pleasured my friend. Susie's movements were subtle, slow, shallow and skillful. The tilt of her pelvis probably maximized the friction on Bad's mighty organ. Whatever she was doing clearly had an effect on Bad, because I heard his breathing change as he became distracted by the exquisite sensations. After a minute or so, Brad was at the edge and breathing hard. "Oh, Susie. Oh, fuck!," he moaned. His eyes rolled in his head. He grimaced like a man in pain. He sighed once mightily, turned his face away from the camera, closed his eyes and lay panting - finished. Susie looked back over her shoulder at me and whispered some stage direction. "Now, fuck my ass and talk dirty to me" she said, snaking her arm down between her abdomen and Bad's so that she could tickle her own love button. "Sure," I whispered back, beginning to hump her bottom in long slow strokes. "So, did you ride Bad until he spent, Susie?" I asked. "Yes," she replied. "Did you make him cream your quim?" "Yes," she answered, making Bad blush darkly. "Then, there's no reason I shouldn't fuck your horny bottom thoroughly, right? "Yes." Quickening my pace barely perceptibly, I asked, "So, I have a Class A ass pass?" "Yes," Susie responded, fingering herself as I pumped her. "And, you will be my compliant little butt slut?" "Yes." "I can come in your bum, Susie?" "Oh, yes," she groaned. "But, you'll come for me first, right?" I asked as I drove my cock into her. "Yes." "Come for me now, then, Susie," I demanded. "Yes," she replied, mashing her clitoris with two fingers and squirming beneath me. "Yes," she gasped, "yes." I felt her anal sphincter pulsing and squeezing at the base of my impaling cock. Yes, she was coming. And, I felt free to loosen my climax into her. Reaching forward, I cupped her big breasts with my rough hands and hugged her to me. I drove twice more between her round bottom cheeks and my series of spasms began, juddering me in waves from the tip of my cock to the core of my prostate. If duration is any indication, I may have had the biggest orgasm of my life. It was unquestionably the biggest threesome orgasm of my life. We collapsed into a spent Susie sandwich. Susie facing Bad and resting her head on his left shoulder. I rested my head between Susie's shoulders, facing the computer monitor. A lot of text had been posted since I last looked in that direction. Our crumpled threesome, nearly motionless, decorated one video window. Sir Richard's desk chair was still empty. In New South Wales, Bluebird lay supine on her exercise mat with her knees bent and spread wide apart. Her camera aimed at a furrow in the crotch of her blue panties and her middle finger rubbed it vigorously. As I watched, I heard her moan softly to herself and saw a dark wet spot spread across the blue fabric of her panties. Her video suddenly went dark. The horniest virgin in Oz was temporarily satisfied. After a few moments more, Susie stirred. "Let me up, Boo," she requested. Susie sat nude in the chair at the computer and typed, "Bye for now all you horny people! Thanks for watching." Another click or two and we were out of the cam room. "Let's go get cleaned up, Bill," Kathleen – no longer Susie - suggested to me. One at a time, Kathleen took us into a bathroom down a hall for a quick shower. I went first. Brad, who initially remained recovering on the day bed, went second. In time, we were all clean, sweet smelling and presentable to the wider world. Kathleen showed us to her door. I felt compelled to thank her for her hospitality, but she would have none of it. "No, the pleasure was mine. Thank you for coming, and coming, and coming," she laughed and nodded at each of us. ************************************** In the car, on the way back to the diner to pick up Brad's car, we compared notes. "Well, we got you laid didn't we?" I asked. "Sure did," Brad responded. "I feel light and unburdened. That should've been done months ago. And, I got a soapy hand job in the shower." "No kidding," I responded. "How do you rate? I'm the one who had his cock in her bottom," I laughed. Brad grinned. "Just lucky, I guess. She took my business card, too. ************************************ I haven't seen or heard from Kathleen several weeks, but I have been in the cam room a couple times from home. From what I've heard, Susie Redbush has a new boyfriend with an enormous dick. They've been doing a random cam show every week. Just call me Cupid. Cupid's Arrow Anna winds her way home along the crowded sidewalk, enjoying the weather that isn't rain. At this time of year, people rejoice at un-rain. Still, the crowd on this side of the street is awfully thick compared to the other side of the street, even if general humanity is taking advantage of the warmth filtering through the grey. And she smells it just as she reaches the epicenter of the crowd: the most heavenly chocolate-cherry smell she has every smelt. It smells gooey, and it smells sinful. And they are giving out samples. She grins in spite of herself, and waits patiently for a few moments before giving up and shoving into the crowd around the tray. She's both pleased and disappointed that the most delicious bakery in the world appears to be opening up just down the street from her apartment. Pleased because it's just down the street from her apartment, and disappointed because... well, it's within two minute's walking distance of her apartment. The gooey chocolatey morsel, arrowhead in shape with a ruffled toothpick shaft, is still warm through the paper wrapping as she plucks it from the tray. Her eyes almost roll back in her head at the next delicious whiff. "New bakery, Cupid's Arrow. Just opening." The sample-holder is a tiny man, almost childlike in size and feature, with a shock of bright red hair. His eyes sweep the crowd that has gathered, and he grins. "Nice name." Anna smiles down at him. "Happy Valentine's Day." And then she bites into the chocolate thing, and her eyes do roll back in her head. A man reaches from behind to take a sample from the tray, and a jolt of heat burns straight through her when his shoulder accidentally bumps hers. She moans. "Jesus, that's some good chocolate." She manages a little laugh when she turns and meets the eyes of the man behind her. Her face feels flushed. The man smiles a little, polite behind his scarf, and Anna can't keep her eyes off his broad shoulders. They flex as he pops his own chocolate morsel into his mouth. Even the brush of her thighs does strange things to her insides as she turns and walks away. She hasn't made it more than ten feet before fingers are digging hard into her arm and spinning her. She only catches a glimpse of broad shoulders before a mouth slants down hard across hers and her knees melt out from under her. She throws her arm around the man's neck -- the man with the scarf and the broad shoulders -- for support, and slides her tongue between his lips. His mouth is hot; his tongue tastes like chocolate and cherries. He hefts her against him with a hand under her ass, flicks her tongue with his, thrusts into her mouth. Anna grinds her hips against his erection, and he drags his mouth from hers with a gasp. "Holy shit." The words come out gravelly. He sucks in a breath. "Where do you live?" Anna drags her fingers through his hair, pulls him down for a kiss. Into his mouth she says, "Close." He nips her bottom lip. "Me too. How close?" "Two buildings." She rotates her hips again, again. "You?" "Three buildings. Your place." He kisses her from her mouth across her cheek, and when she tips her head, he runs his tongue across her jaw. "I'd carry you, but that'd take too long." Anna's eyes go blurry at the edges. "We'll run for it." The man grabs her hand, and as she spins to face forward, she catches a glimpse of a guy in a suit jacket bare-assed facing a wall, and a pair of high heels on either side of his waist. They dash the last yards to the front door of her building, and she yanks it open. She leads him up the stairwell and through the first door; her apartment is at the far end of the hallway and Anna is afraid that the need will literally cripple her before they make it inside. When she pauses at her door, rummaging through her purse with fingers that don't feel, the man flicks open the top button of her jeans and plunges his hand between her panties and her skin. She moans as his fingertips cover the length of her pussy. Her own fingertips close around her key, but she nearly drops it again when his middle finger delves inside her. She fumbles with the key. "I can just fuck you here in the hallway," he offers, and the fact that she doesn't have a problem with it makes her focus all her concentration on sliding the key into the lock. Another jolt of need flies through her as the key sinks to its hilt in the door. "Come on, come on—" Anna stumbles into the foyer, his hand deep in her jeans. He kicks the door shut behind them, and pulls her into the half-visible kitchen by her cunt. Every step, every motion of her legs, her hips, grinds his palm against her. Her zipper works itself down. He opens her fridge with his free hand. She has a vague memory of some anti-Valentine's party as he lays hands on whipped cream and chocolate sauce, front and center. He tosses them onto the counter. Just as the door starts to swing shut, she catches a glint in his eye and he snatches a plastic-wrapped roll of cookie dough at the end of its six-hour chill. Anna is confused for the briefest moment before his intention hits her with enough force that she nearly comes. Her body convulses around his fingertips. He extracts his hand just enough to yank her jeans from around her hips; they slide to the floor and click against the tile. He pops the buttons on his own jeans, and Anna grabs the chocolate sauce more by memory than sight. She pulls his boxers to the floor, and leaves them crumpled around his ankles. His cock strains towards her, nearly as thick as her wrist, and she captures the tip in her mouth. He hisses out a curse. She sucks hard, licks from tip to base, and base back to tip; she uncaps the chocolate sauce and drizzles a thick line along the top of his cock. His whole body shudders when the cold meets the heat of his skin, and Anna looks up at him. Their eyes lock for the first time since they met over the sample tray. The memory joggles a little in her brain, but she ignores it, and holds his gaze as she takes his cock into her mouth once more. She fists one hand around the base, jacking him off while she lathes the head with her tongue. She smears the fingers of her other hand in the chocolate and saliva. He shouts as she squeezes his balls; shouts again as she extends her middle finger to rub against his ass. He fists his hands in her hair, holding her captive as he thrusts deep in her throat. She gags a little, but moves her fist faster. There is surprise in his voice as he grinds out, "Fuck—I'm coming already—" The taste of chocolate and cum fills her mouth, and she's so wet she's almost dripping. Even as she swallows he pulls her up by the hair. He's still rock-hard, and his cock pokes into her stomach. The corners of his mouth tip up in a little grin. "Glad that's out of the way." He reaches out for the can of whipped cream, and knocks it to the floor with a clatter. He shakes his head, unbuttons her jacket, and tosses it away. Anna is already on her tiptoes unwinding his scarf as he unbuttons her shirt, and reaches behind her to unclasp her bra. She shrugs them both off her arms and he drops to his knees on the tile and scoops the can of whipped cream back up. He shakes it with one hand, thumbs her clit with the other, and uncaps it with his teeth. He circles both of her nipples with a line of white fluff, and they peak immediately on contact. He is tall enough that his mouth is almost directly in line with them. He licks the cream off, flicking her nipples with his tongue, and circles them with cream again. He doesn't swallow this time, just keeps it on his tongue so that when he buries his face in her pussy the cream fluffs cool around her clit. Anna nearly screams; and when the slips two fingers deep inside her she does. He fingers that spot deep inside her, sucks her clit, and she comes too, quick and violent. Liquid drips down his fingers and he keeps sucking. She convulses around his hand and he groans, the sound humming along his tongue and straight to the core of her. He grins against her skin, nips her clit, draws a line up her stomach with the whipped cream and follows it with his tongue. She catches his cock in her hand and smoothes more chocolate sauce over the head. Both their breaths come harsh. He takes her mouth in a rough kiss; plunges his tongue between her lips over and over. She moans, and he almost tosses her towards the counter. Her hand slips off his cock to catch herself, and just as suddenly he has three fingers inside her, cool against her heat. "Bend for me, bend so I can see that pretty pink pussy—" She bends without question straight from the waist, her palms on the countertop and her honey hair hanging loose almost to the floor. He makes a humming noise of approval, and slaps her ass with one sticky hand. He runs his palms along her sides. Without warning, he slams himself inside of her, straight to the hilt, and she moans. His cock fills her beyond full, but she's more than wet enough to take it. He finds his rhythm, withdrawing to the tip and then plunging deep inside her again. An orgasm is building and building; all the nerve ending in her body burn. "You're so fucking tight—" He makes a harsh noise in his throat, and grinds out, "Tell me to fuck you harder." "God, yes, harder, fuck me harder—" Her voice bounces with her tits on every thrust, and he amps up the speed. Her orgasm builds and builds, fireworks in her veins, but just as she is on the edge of coming, he pulls out and stays out. Anna cries out in protest, and he slaps her ass again. "What the hell's this?" He grinds out, and then slaps her ass again with something long and cold. "Valentine's cookies," she almost manages, her voice slipping into a moan as something thick and cold and hard lances into her. "Holy fuck." "Damn right." He angles the roll of dough down slightly, and Anna presses herself back to meet it, over and over. The cold sends shivers through her body and down her spine, and they meet the heat pooling in her belly, and a fever fills her. Her nipples scrape against the tile countertop, and the scarf man spits into his hand. His fingers slide slick down the crack of her ass, and she cries out, pushing against his fingers and against the makeshift dildo locked tight in her pussy. "Harder, harder, please—" "Jesus," he groans, and she hears him spit again. His fingers lift away for two seconds, three, and then the head of his cock is pressing against her ass. With a single thrust, matching the thrust of the dough, he presses his cock inside her again. She moans, long and low and ending in a scream. With his free hand he reaches around her and twists a nipple in his fingers; he withdraws slightly and then slides balls-deep again, and again, and all Anna can see is stars. The man shouts suddenly and buries himself as deep in her ass as he can, and all the building stars burst into a scream. She claws at the countertop as she comes, and the man squeezes her breasts tight in both hands. Vaguely, she hears the cookie dough thud against the floor. The man is breathing "fuck, fuck" in tiny exhalations against her ear, holding her tight to him. Exhaustion rolls upon her just as suddenly as the whole thing had begun, and then her knees can't quite hold her anymore. His knees either, apparently, because they begin a slow slide to the floor. When Emma opens her eyes, the kitchen is almost fully dark. Every breath smells like sex and chocolate. In the gleam from the streetlight outside, she can see the man leaning back against a cupboard, his legs splayed out in front of him. He is watching her out of the corner of his eye. When her brain finally strings all the jumbles and flashes of memory in order, she covers her face with her fingers and turns her head. "What happened?" "Not sure," he murmurs, and shakes his head. He makes no move to get up. "Clearly this isn't..." "Normal," she finishes for him, and he laughs a little. The sound dies away into a long silence. Finally he says, "My name's Brian." "Anna." A truck rumbles by in the street below, and on the floor below a door slams shut. Her eyes have mostly adjusted to the darkness. Her stomach rumbles, loud enough to echo against the tile. "Well, Anna. You sound hungry." "A little." She pauses, breathes deep. "You?" "A lot. All I've had since lunch was that... sample." The bemusement in his eyes makes his assumption clear. "You think... it was the chocolate?" She shifts, and rises to her feet with the help of the countertop. Her breasts swing, naked, and she blushes so hard her whole body flushes. "It must have been." "Yeah." He rises to his feet as well, keeping at arm's length from her. A shadow flicks across his face. "You, uh... live here alone?" Anna nods. Nothing can happen now that hasn't already. "You?" "Single." The shadow on his face turns into a small smile. He reaches out and takes her chin in his fingers, so lightly it tickles. When she glances up at him, he presses a soft kiss to her lips. "Then allow me to say 'Happy Valentine's Day', Miss Anna." She has to try twice before the words actually come out, but finally they do. "Happy Valentine's Day." The next morning, when they walk down to the chocolate shop, the storefront is as empty as it ever was. Cupid's Arrow There is nothing hotter than Nikko standing naked before me as I sit on the bed, waiting. I nibbled my lower lip and crossed my legs at the sight of those emerald eyes and his lovely chocolate skin. Happy Valentine's Day to me! "Come here," I said. He walked toward me and my mind filled with all of the wonderful things I wanted to do to him. I stood from the bed, danced my fingers across his chest, and pressed my lips to his neck. He smelled and tasted like the cinnamon flavored body oil that we had massaged each other with earlier. I hated myself for taking advantage of him. It had only been two weeks since Nikko walked back into my life. I was sitting in the cafeteria at work with my best friend, Sarah. We were chemists at a company that manufactures hunting and fishing products. It wasn't what I had imagined I'd be doing with my life when I was an undergrad, but I was making a living. "So what are you doing for Valentine's Day?" Sarah asked. She took a long sip of her banana smoothie. "I will be hanging out at home and hating all of you bitches that have a man." "Ha! You need to get out more." "Please Sara, don't start that again." "Seriously," she punched my shoulder. "You need to get out and find a man that will treat you like a princess." "Whatever," I laughed. "My life is far from a fairy tale." "I mean it! You need a guy who will grab a handful of that red hair of yours, take you from behind, and fuck you like it was your last day on Earth." "Ok, now you are being crazy. We both know that is never going to happen. I wished that she would have dropped the conversation because I wanted to eat my burger in peace. Besides, I didn't need the constant reminder that my sex life was lonelier than an inmate in solitary confinement. And then, he walked into the cafeteria. "Kelly," Sarah said. "Are you alright?" "What?" I sat in my chair and watched Nikko walk to a table across the cafeteria. He was as fine as the day I last saw him, back in college. "You are sitting there with a blank look on your face." Sarah followed my eyes across the room and nodded. "Oh he is hot. Do you know him?" "I hung out with him in college. He majored in chemistry and played football." "Did you date?" "No. He was into cheerleaders and I was not one. But we were friends for a while. I always had a crush on him though." "Go talk to him!" "No. I couldn't" Sara reached into her bag and fumbled around for a moment. She waved red lipstick in front of my face and said, "Yes you can. Put this on." "What? No. I don't wear lipstick." "You don't understand. This isn't lipstick; it is a side project that I have been working on for months. I call it Cupid's Arrow." "What are you talking about?" Before I could protest, Sara reached across the table and painted my lips. The balm was sweet and had the taste of cherry bubblegum. "It works just like the hunting scents we design for the company, but it works on humans. When you kiss him, it will set off a chain of chemical reactions throughout his body and melt him like butter. The poor guy won't know what hit him and he will do anything you say." "Bullshit," I said. I had to admit, I liked the idea. I even wished it were true, but there was no way. "I've already tested it. Don't believe me? Give it a try" Sarah placed a one hundred dollar bill on the table and crossed her arms. "Fuck it. I am about to take your money." I headed in Nikko's direction. My nerves were on edge as I got closer. He was eating a salad with dressing on the side and I guessed he had water in his glass. Nikko was always a health nut. And he still looked good; I could see the outline of his lean muscles through his shirt. "Kelly?" Nikko said as I arrived. "Oh wow, I have not seen you in years." "Hi Nikko," I said. I accepted his hug and we held each other for a long moment. He felt so good with his body pressed to mine. But my nerves failed me. I didn't know what else to say, so I placed a quick kiss on his neck and stepped away. "Hey, I am late and need to bet back to my office-" "Wait, Kelly. We should do lunch, or dinner, or whatever you want." "What did you just say?" "I said, we can do whatever you want, Kelly" I nodded and walked back to my friend; shock and disbelief crowded my mind. Cupid's Arrow was the real thing. I tested it slowly by asking for lunch one day, chocolates the next, and a single rose later that week. Nikko agreed to each request and he was eager to please. I stepped up the game by asking for an expensive dinner at a popular suburban steakhouse. It was a great dinner followed by a movie and a sweet kiss goodnight. And of course, I kissed him with Cupid's Arrow. With Valentine's Day on the horizon, I got the nerve to ask him for what I was too afraid to ask back in college. I wrapped my arms around his muscular shoulders and kissed those sexy full lips. His body was tense and he held me tight. His strong hands gripped my ass as we kissed for what seemed like forever. "Lick me," I said. Nikko dropped to his knees and worked a special magic that sent heat throughout my body. I placed my hands on his shoulders and dug my nails into his flesh. He held me in place by my hips as his tongue danced in my privates and it felt so good that I swore my knees buckled. But the blissful rainbows of pleasures were tainted by imposing clouds of guilt. "Nikko, wait." He paused for a moment, looked up into my eyes, and flashed a devilish grin. Before I knew what was happening, I was face down on the bed. My ass stung from a quick slap and Nikko placed his dick deep within me. I rested on my elbows and matched his quick thrusts. God he felt so damn good and I almost forgot the guilt that was rushing over me. "Nikko wait," I struggled to say. "Oh God! Nikko wait, you don't know what you are doing." He put one hand on my shoulder and the grabbed a handful of hair with the other. My head snapped back in his primal grip. "What, are you worried about Cupid's Arrow?" His breath was quick, matching his thrusts. "How did you know about that?" I screamed as I began to explode from within. "I know because I made that bullshit up," he pulled my hair even harder and I screamed again. "I saw you at work two weeks before you approached me." "Oh God!" "I told your little friend about knowing you from back in the day. I knew you had a thing for me, and I was definitely feeling you." "What?" I could hardly breathe. His dick felt so good. "We just figured you needed a little boost to make it happen," He moaned and lost his breath for a moment as he gripped my ass tighter. He rode harder and harder; his body spoke to me and let me know that I was his. "There is no such thing as Cupid's Arrow?" "No! He rode harder and his rhythm became erratic as he climaxed in lustful victory. Nikko's masterful manipulation and control excited me to death and I struggled to keep my senses. I exploded from within and he held me tighter as I screamed and groaned before finally falling limp on the bed. I rolled over onto my back and looked into those green eyes. I matched his smile and ran my hands across his chest. "Oh, I am going to kill that bitch." Nikko and I spent the night wrapped in each other's arms. Cupid's Arrow "I love you baby." The young brunette guy reached behind his back pulling out a long black velvet box and sank to one knee. "And I couldn't think of a better way to let you know just how much I think of you than this." The dark haired brown skinned girl brought her hands up to her face trying to stop the tears before they escaped. "You shouldn't have." She gasped. She meant it. "I'm so sorry." She sobbed looking down at him. It was the first time she'd ever broken a heart before, she didn't think that she'd actually be able to see the exact moment that it shattered but she could. If the eyes were the windows to the soul she'd just hurled a brick through them. "I'm so so sorry." She meant that to. She meant it more than she could remember meaning anything ever in her life. "Why shouldn't I have, why are you sorry?" The boy was far from stupid, he'd figured it what she was about to say immediately but he was stalling. Hoping he'd misunderstood, praying he could find the right combination of words to change her mind. Begging the universe for a favor. He'd give anything for just one more night with his love. Do you think that qualifies as a wish? Don't. He's already hurting bad enough. I'm only going to give him what he wants. Well maybe a little something extra but it's something he'll like. I'm not going to be able to talk you out of this am I? Not a chance, not unless you're volunteering to let me out for a night on the town. Go on then. Do what you're going to do. "You shouldn't have because I have to break-" The woman stopped right there, she just couldn't go on and it wasn't wasted on her that breaking up with your boyfriend of three years on Valentines Day was about the worst thing any woman had ever done. "I can't be with you anymore." "Why?" He was still holding the box toward her like some kind of bribe. Without thinking he opened the box revealing the gold necklace with the diamond encrusted heart pendant. The pendant was open and a picture of the two of them at their senior prom was in the display. "Was it something I did? I can change." "It's nothing you did." She forced a smile. She wasn't lying. It wasn't anything that he'd done, it was something he hadn't done. He just didn't make her feel alive, not the way Sean did. "Then what?" He asked. "Tell me, I can change. I can be the man you want me to be." She had to close her eyes. She wouldn't be able to finish this if she had to look him in the eye and it had to be done. What are you waiting for? Oh, me? Just basking. Can't you feel all that delicious agony wafting off the two of them? Hell maybe I won't do anything. I could just let them suff- hey! The woman thought she heard the twang of a bow string and she certainly felt something jab into her buttocks. "Ow." She turned and looked over her shoulder and saw a pair of floating orbs, one blue, one red but they faded before she could focus on them and then she turned back towards Kevin and smiled. "Come here." Kevin blinked and rose unsteadily to his feet. "What?" He gasped as Lina leapt forward wrapping her arms around him and kissing him gingerly on either cheek then on the lips. "Don't worry about it Kevin. It can wait until morning." She wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted herself up on tip toe deepening the kiss and slipping her tongue into his mouth. Which arrow did you use? The one on top. You're fucking serious aren't you? Well this should be fun, that was lust not love. Kevin wasn't about to argue with that. He wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, chastely around her waist lifting her up slightly. "No, not like that." She grabbed his hands and brought them down to her khaki clad ass. "Like a man." She urged. Kevin paused slightly before digging his fingers into the pliable flesh of Lina's ass. "Just like that Kev. Just like that." She wrapped one leg up around his waist resting her weight against him. Lina leapt up wrapping her other leg around Kevin's waist and aggressively kissing and nipping down his neck and over his shoulder. Her skin felt hot and her head a little light, she couldn't understand why but it didn't matter. Lina knew what would make her feel better, she needed to feel his flesh against hers and to do that she needed to rip and tear. Her fingers laced between the buttons of his shirt and tore it open sending buttons spraying across the room. Eager fingers raked down over his smooth flesh and Lina squealed with delight. "What's gotten into you?" Kevin gasped keeping his grip on her buttocks. He guided his fall so they landed on the couch. "You will soon enough." She crossed her arms over her torso and peeled her shirt off before leaning back into her feral kiss capturing his lower lip between her teeth. "C'mon take me Kevin." That boy is in way over his head. Way, way over his head. What the hell is in those arrows? Nothing that interesting. Kevin awkwardly moved to start unfastening Lina's pants and helping her wriggle out of them. "Take me Kevin." Lina was yanking at the clasp on Kevin's pants. After few seconds she simply gave up and slide her hand between his flesh and the fabric wrapping her digits around his cock. It might be nicer if you shot him too. He's a guy, aren't guys all rawr all the time? You're literally the most pathetic touchy feely I respect women man I've ever met and you're asking aren't all guys ready to pounce at any second? Let me explain this to you just once. No. He's clearly in over his head and a rescue here might be appropriate. Kevin was shocked into place, he was barely breathing while Lina ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft. "C'mon Kevin, you know you want to. Just like in all those movies you like to watch." She squeezed and smiled. "Okay." Kevin took her by the hips and rolled her beneath him gripping her panties and yanking them down. She slid half off the couch in the process squealing happily. He pulled his pants off kicking the pants across the room. Did you? Nope. Kevin reached down and wove his fingers through Lina's hair. He didn't quite yank her by the hair. Instead he aggressively guided her to her knees only inches away from his groin and ground her face against it. "Take off my boxers." When Lina reached up Kevin roughly slapped her hands away. "Hands behind your back, you can do better." Lina smiled and leaned forward capturing the waist band of Kevin's boxer's between her teeth tugging them down to the until his cock sprang free slapping against her cheek. "Is that for me?" Kevin still had her by the hair and his answer was pushing his cock between her eager lips. Kevin held her in place steadily pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. Lina gasped and sputtered slightly, drool oozing from the corners of her lips while Kevin continued fucking her face. "Is this what you've wanted from me?" Kevin snarled spinning her around and pushing her face first into the cushions of the couch. She couldn't speak but the way her hips rose and legs spread answered the question. "Really?" He pushed his cock into her moist nethers and drove his cock into her pussy. His free hand moved to the center of her back pushing her down against the cushions. The couch groaned in protest with each and every violent thrust Kevin gave. Lina did not. Protest that is. Her fingers clenched around the soft couch anchoring her small frame so she could push back meeting him every time. Even with her face half covered by the couch cushions her ecstatic cries filled the room. The arrows might be contagious. What? Contagious. I heard you. I meant what do you mean? Well that's a stupid question. Didn't you ever wonder why cupids only shoot one arrow but create two lovers? It's all right there in the manual. I'm not a cupid, neither are you. You stole that bow. I did not steal it. I looted it. If I stole it the owner would still be a live and seeking retribution. Instead I sent him to another dimension. Lina twisted around so she could look Kevin in the face. She wrapped her legs around him digging her heels into the small of his back and leaning up to wrap her arms around his neck slamming her lips to his. The already frantic tempo her hips had built up only increased until the crashing of her hips against his and the couch thudding against the wall threatened to drown out her cries. Lina's nails dug into Kevin's shoulders, as did her teeth as she tried desperately to keep from alerting the neighbors. She howled into his chest tightening her grip until Kevin winced and then she only cinched down tighter. Then all at once her body uncoiled from his and lay flat on the couch. Kevin didn't stop just because she'd gone limp on him. He kept driving into her form over and over again until finally he pinned her down. "Was that what you wanted?" Lina nodded. Well that worked out well. Wait for it. "Well that's just not who I am or who I want to be." Kevin whispered slowly untangling himself from his now ex. "If that's what you want in a man maybe we aren't meant to be." Seriously? Of course, you thought just because they clearly love each other that they were destined for a relationship? If life were really as simple as that humans wouldn't bother dating. Cupid's Arrow "Tonight I drink the nectar of the gods, from the rarest source." he murmured and then flicked his tongue across her clit. Serena was so shocked by the intensity of the feeling that she orgasmed on the spot. Offering him plenty to drink. He dove in hungrily and it was an hour before he let her up again. Serena wasn't sure but she didn't think she had been completely conscious all the time and she had lost count as wave often wave of orgasms had flooded from her. She turned to look at those around her finally hearing the grunts, pants, and moans that surrounded them. Within reach to her right lay Layell. She was watching Serena while she was being fucked by a man in a tiger costume. She had her knees nearly touching her ears and she was grunting with each of his powerful thrusts. Further on was the redhead. She was eating the pussy of a woman in feather who was returning the favor. Each woman was being fucked up the ass by wolf men. Serena looked up at Eros who was now completely naked. She stared and stared at his enormous cock. It had to been 10 inches long and 3 inches wide. Eros locked eyes with her as Karo knelt before him. She slid her tongue out and tasted the tip of his cock before pulling the head into her mouth. The brunette went to town sucking and slurping and to Serena's amazement his cock was getting thick and longer. She was momentarily distracted by someone sucking on her nipples. She turned to see that it was the sandy haired blond. The woman smiled up at her and Serena just closed her eyes. She hadn't the will power to protest something that felt so delicious. "Are you ready for me, my love?" Eros asked positioning himself between her legs and pulling her ankles up around his waist. He brushed he clit with his thumb and her hips surged up bringing the tip of his huge cock in contact with the opening of her pussy. He grinned and leaned over her body on the low table. He kissed her deeply as he slowly pushed into her body. Now she understood why he had taken so long to prepare her for him. Her pussy felt like it was on fire almost painful but not quite. Inch by inch he penetrated her body until he came up against her hymen. Reaching down he molded her breast in his hand and pinched her nipple as he thrust forward. She tensed under the God of Love expecting a pain that didn't come instead; she felt a tightening sensation as he slowly withdrew again. Moment by moment passed and their rhythm grew, Serena had never known such pleasure and she began to scream with each stroke. "Fuck me! Yes, Fuck me harder!" she screamed as his cock ravaged her virginal pussy. His bronze muscled body glistened with his efforts as he pounded deeper and deeper into her cunt. Serena writhed below him going wild with her passion and dragging nails along his back before grabbing his firm ass and pulling him into her meeting each thrust with a thrust of her own. An animal growl ripped from her throat as she came feeling Eros grunt and fill her with his godly seed at the same moment. "YES!!! " she screamed through the din of the orgy going on around her, bucking her hips and kissing Eros soundly. From that moment on, she was a woman possessed. She took on five guys at once letting them fill every orifice and jacking off one in each hand, letting them bath her in them cum. She ready joined everyone in the room in a daisy chain and finally tired tremendously she curled back into Eros' arms. "That's quite the arrow you have there." Serena smiled running her fingers along his cock. "I never suspected I would be struck from your quiver." Her lover laughed and tapped her nose affentionately. "Happy Valentine's Day." Eros smiled and kissed her tenderly, letting her doze off to sleep as the sun crested the horizon.