0 comments/ 21212 views/ 0 favorites Cut to the Chase By: papadog Copyright 2001 Del Edwards She was standing very close to him as he sat at his computer. Her hands were holding the hem of her ankle-length black scarf skirt near his right shoulder so he could read the label. He was having a bit of difficulty concentrating on the label because of her finely formed bare legs just beyond and the fact that she was so close to him. Then there was the matter of typing the words into the machine in a foreign language so he was going slowly. He had noticed it a couple of weeks ago while he waited at the counter for his raspberry mocha chip frappuccino. She already had her coffee and selected a table against the wall and seated herself. He had been admiring her fine firm, slim ass as she walked to the table. When she sat the white label had caught his eye. He commented that it was an unusual place to put a label when he arrived at the table. She had fished at the hem of her skirt and displayed the label commenting that it was in Spanish and she would have to find someone to translate it for her so she would know if it had to be dry cleaned or could be washed. That's when he had noticed that the black material was semitransparent and there must be several layers to the skirt since he couldn't see her legs through it. Part of their conversation that day had been about movies she had seen and liked. "Higher content" was the term she used to describe a couple of foreign films she enjoyed. She named a French film and said it contained one of her favorite fantasies. When he ask what the fantasy was she smiled and said, "Rent it and see if you can spot it. You might be surprised." "And what if I guess wrong. Will you tell me then?" he asked. "Yes, I will," she said earnestly. He had rented the film and watched it twice so he would have it firmly in mind. There were several possibilities since the story involved a woman and her lover as well as several other men with whom she was sexual in a variety of forms. He knew from some reading he had done on the subject that one of the most common fantasies among women was sex with a perfect stranger. During a lull in their phone conversation to set their next coffee meeting he said to her, "The total stranger on the stairs who propositions her." After a few seconds of silence she responded, "What are you talking about?" "The movie. That's your fantasy...to have sex with a total stranger...just once," he said. "Oh, oh, aaah, no, that's not it," she replied. "Well then, what?" he asked. "Well...aaaah...it's where she allows the older guy to tie her up and then he cuts her panties off." "Ummmmmh, okay," he responded. "Are you surprised?" she asked. "A little. I figured you were pretty straight and conventional," he said. "Well, I was telling you the truth when I admitted that I fantasize about you while I masturbate," she countered. "As I do you," he said. "I know. It's very affirming and affectionate of you." "Can you say 'I love you" as I do to you?" he asked. "Yes, I do...love you," she replied. Then the conversation veered in a new direction. "Hey, why don't you come here for coffee and bring that black skirt with the labels in Spanish. I found a translator site on the net." "Oh great," she said. "I'll just wear it. Tuesday at ten thirty, your place. I've been curious to see how you live, see you then. Bye." He was surprised at how excited he became just thinking about doing those things to her. Tying her hand and foot. Making her helpless against his desires. He huffed out a couple of breaths and grinned about how aroused he had become. Not only did he love her as a friend, he lusted for her. He wanted to penetrate and fulfill her. To fill her with pleasure and completeness until she moaned non-word sounds. They had never been physically intimate but often were spiritually and emotionally connected. It was new to him and puzzling to her, having believed she could only be dedicated to one man at a time. He wondered if making it physical would ruin what they had or add another dimension to the pleasant and powerful mix they both enjoyed so much. After the text of the first label was entered he clicked the 'translate' button and waited. The screen flickered and a page began to load. When she leaned toward him to read the screen the full aroma of her perfume went straight into his brain like a snort of cocaine. And it was just as intoxicating. She nodded and turned her eyes to his. Her face was very close. He had long known that he must let her kiss him first, that he must never be the initiator even though when they hugged on parting he so much wanted to do just that. "This is very nice of you," she whispered in his ear, still quite close. He could feel her warm breath. Then there was the unmistakable smack of an air kiss He focused on the second label as she displayed it for him. Again he carefully typed the foreign words onto the screen and bashed the button to let the computer do its magic. He knew it was his turn. She was still standing close beside him holding the hem of her skirt. When the screen filled he put his right hand lightly on the back of her left thigh well above her knee. "Mmmmm," was all she said. It was the same kind of sound she would have made while enjoying a mouthful of her favorite ice cream. Having read the second translation she turned slowly toward him. He let his hand stay at the back of her thigh so she would remain very close to him. In fact her right thigh touched his when her turn was complete. "Tell me more about that fantasy of being tied and having your panties cut off you," he said as evenly as he could. "I...ahhh...would you do that for me? That and nothing more," she said softly, trying to fight down her excitement. His hand moved slowly up her thigh until it found the taught string of her bikini panties. Hooking his index finger inside the narrow elastic strap he tugged at it with each word as his eyes locked onto hers "I would enjoy doing that." He nodded and pointed a finger for her to move to the living room. Only a few seconds later he followed carrying a camouflage dufflebag that appeared to contain considerable bulk and weight. The handcuffs were cold and hard against her wrists, behind her back, not in front as she had expected. The wide black leather collar around her neck surprised her. Without warning her manacled hands were drawn to the middle of her back and a tinkling chrome-plated chain joined the collar to the handcuff chain, putting her arms and shoulders under some tension and causing her chest to thrust forward slightly. Courtesy and consideration were constants between them. "Do you wish to continue?" he asked. Still standing behind her, he reached around and put his hand on her abdomen. "Yes, yes, oh god yes," she breathed excitedly. He stood close to her, scooped up a handful of her skirt and tucked it into the waistband at her abdomen. Nearly to her knees her bare legs showed in the inverted vee he had just created. He left her for a few moments when he went to the bedroom to get the spreader bar. It was thirty inches long, painted silver and had four-inch wide black leather cuffs at the ends adorned with chrome diamonds and dots. The first cuff he attached to her right ankle easily. When he spread her stance wide in preparation to buckling the other cuff to her left ankle she shrilled, "Are you going to rape me?" "Never anything against your will, my love," he answered. "Anyway that's not part of this fantasy is it?' He finished closing her left ankle into the captivity of the cuff. She was nearly how he wanted her. The final step was to open her tan sleeveless blouse to the waist, exposing the fine champagne-colored lace of her bra with the tiny satin bow in the flat between her breasts. It was there to entice a man to look, to see beauty in the woman who wore it. He liked the way her chest rose and fell inside the open blouse. Her excitement aroused him. A small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. She was breathing entirely through her nose. He wondered if she knew she would have to breathe that way soon. Her eyes got wide when he removed the European-style ball gag from the clear plastic bag. There was a slight frown on her face as he stepped close. "Can you do it without looking down? Just by touch. I don't want you to see me," she said. He shrugged and nodded. "In return you must allow me to blindfold you for awhile after the cutting is done," he countered. Her eyes searched for 'why' but she did not asked. Her rapid, excited breathing made it difficult to speak evenly. She nodded rapidly three times. Pressing the ball lightly against her lips he coaxed her softly, "Just like in the movie, huh?" Her mouth opened and he gently slid the ball past her teeth. Her eyes were locked onto the chrome-plated surgical steel bandage scissors that would make quick work of the elastic bands that held her panty in place. Using his fingers as a second set of eyes he reached up under her skirt with his left hand. Following the outside of her right thigh he found the elastic strap at the point of her hipbone. The blunt spade point of the bandage scissors touched his index finger and then the jaws found their way to the waiting strap. Her breathing stopped and she closed her eyes. The tension in her was nearly unbearable. She squeaked as he closed the sharp jaws and cut the strap. She could almost see what was left of her panties clinging to her crotch and left hip. His right hand moved slowly across her furry pubis searching for the remaining strap. When he found it he pulled it clear of her hip and took a long time to fit the open jaws of the scissors to it. He saw it in her eyes...a mixture of excitement, desire, fear and surprise. She was nearly naked under her dress where his hand was, only a few inches from her wet sex lips. A muffled squeal issued from her throat and exited through her nose as he severed the remaining strap. He had thought he might hold the ruined panties up for her to see, like a trophy, but decided that was too grandiose. He simply let go and her nonpanties fluttered to the floor. Reluctantly he took is hands from under her skirt. He knew he must, his honor was at stake. There were small glints of mucus or maybe saliva on her septum and flaring nostrils. He went to the kitchen, got a tissue and gently touched away the clear fluid before he blindfolded her. He drank in the sight of her bound, gagged, blindfolded, blouse open, spreadlegged and pantyless as he undressed. There was tension in his groin and he ached to be erect as he began stroking his penis. He added lubricant to his hand and soon issued his first groan. He was standing about six feet from her so he could take in all her bound beauty from head to toe. He continued to moan his pleasure as he slowly moved closer to her. She mewed at him like a helpless kitten. She heard his slow growling, moaning approach though she could neither see nor speak. He was close now, within arm's reach she was sure. His animal sounds became more closely spaced and intense. She knew they were very close, nearly touching. Her meowing and squeaking--all she could do with the ball gag in her mouth and the blindfold in place--left her only able to move her head from side to side urging 'no, No, NO!' In spite of the blindfold and gag, she could feel his screams against her face. And she knew the warm wetness on her abdomen just above her navel was his cum when it began to trickle down her bare belly and soak the waistband of her skirt under which there was only her own naked wetness. The story can end here or you can read on for a bit more pathos and irony. He removed the gag first then the blindfold. She saw that he was dressed. While he was still freeing her of her bonds she said, "I don't want there to be any miscommunication here. I shook my head because I wanted you to take out the gag and help me get on my knees so I could suck you off or better yet put me on my back and fuck me blind." His throat tightened and his chest heaved trying to get air. The acid from his gut welled up and burned his throat until he nearly vomited. "I should have listened but would not let you speak," he heard himself say to her. Well Dear Reader, you can stop here if you wish. Betcha can't. "There will be many other times," she offered. "As you did me, offer privacy and propriety," she smiled. His arm went out; his finger pointed and he said, "Down the hall, second door on the right. Close and lock the door if you wish. The sheets are clean. I want to hear your pleasure scream." She smiled and he enjoyed the gleam in her brown eyes for a long moment before she turned and walked down the hall to the second door on the right. Please send comments regarding this story to the address in my profile. Cut to the Chase It started like any other night. Pizza, a movie, awkward conversation. I was staring at her noticeably fake boobs when my roommate asked her what turned her on. I blushed because I was a proper sort of gal – not one to talk about such things in mixed company. And anyway, I wasn't sure I wanted my roommate to know what turned on the girl that I had been sleeping with. (Had been, as in past tense – because she decided that we should be just friends. This didn't sit well with me but I tried to hide it.) She ran her fingers through her blonde hair and replied to him, "Porn mostly. But I like to read erotica, too." I turned to her and said, "You know, that's funny. A friend of mine bought me the "Best Lesbian Erotica of 2006" for Christmas. We should read it when we get back to my place." It was a gag gift, and something I was totally not into, but I thought for sure that would get her in the sack. I was sorely mistaken because everything that we read in the book was total trash. It was about long lost love and transgendered-strap-on moustache gender-bending sex. Hot for some, but not to us. The way we were sitting on the bed though, was much hotter than anything I was reading to her. My leg was strategically placed in between her thighs. I could feel the heat from her seeping into my calf every time I moved. It had only been two days since "we" decided that we were no longer going to see each other "like that," so I wasn't quite sure how to act or what to do. She left after we finished the book. I got into bed, disappointed. She called when she got home. Conversation became sparse, so I asked her what she was doing. "Oh, sorry. I'm looking up erotica for you to read. Something better than that horrible book Donnie got you." I waited for five minutes. Nothing. I looked and most of it was poorly written, anyway. That, and there was too much fluff. No one wants to hear about how these people met, or the cheesy descriptions of the town they lived in. Get right to it, I say! I told her to give me ten minutes and I'd come up with anything better than she could have found online, anyway. I e-mailed her the following sequence, which I would like to entitle, "Just Cut to the Chase". * She was lying next to me in my bed. There was obvious tension between us. While she wasn't paying attention, or maybe while she was, I eased my leg in between her thighs. I felt her warmth. And I knew she wanted it as much as I did. I slowly moved my hand to the back of her neck. I stroked it slowly as I breathed in her scent. It was enough to drive me crazy – she always smelled amazing. I lowered my mouth to her neck and gently kissed it. I felt her shiver, but went on knowing it wasn't a bad one. She began to breathe harder and I moved up towards her earlobe. Knowing it was her hot spot; I kissed it and then gently flicked it with my tongue, eventually taking it in between my teeth. I kept kissing her there and on her neck until she couldn't take it anymore. Finally, I took her face and pulled it towards mine and kissed her passionately. It was a relief of the tension that had been building up. Her lips were warm and soft. Her tongue made its way into my mouth and grazed mine ever so lightly. It was so hot that I instantly became wet. After a few minutes, I pulled away from our lip-lock and took her shirt off. I kissed her again on the lips, then down across her neck. I kept going, down to her collar bone. While kissing her still, I took her bra off. From her clavicle, my tongue led me down to her breasts. I took one nipple in my mouth and breathed on it for a moment. My breath making it hard. I licked circles around it. Then I moved over to the other. Her body was now radiating heat and she was thrusting her pelvis ever so lightly. I knew she couldn't take it much longer. While concentrating on her nipples, I moved my hand down her perfect abs, and gently tickled her panty line with two fingers. I could feel her wetness coming through her underwear, so I took them off. Shortly thereafter, I made my way to her clit and began to trace circles around it. She moaned and then sat up. She began to kiss my ear; her breath was so heavy. I pushed her back down and began to kiss her stomach. Her muscles tightened. My tongue skimmed from her stomach to her bellybutton, all the way down to between her thighs. I kissed each one then went for it. I began to suck on her clit. And then while flicking it with my tongue, rubbed more circles around her nipple with my free hand. Back and forth, up and down, slow and then fast, I wanted to bring her to climax as quickly as possible because that meant nothing more than another one after it. As I was busily going down on her, I eased my finger inside of her. She screamed with pleasure, "Oh my god, yes!" I pushed my finger all the way inside and rubbed her g-spot. I moved back up her body, kissing her and biting her bottom lip, while working my finger inside of her still. Our bodies were moving in synch, like the ebb and flow of the ocean. She began to breathe even harder, bit my ear and then said, "This is exactly what I fantasize about. Fuck me forever baby." Her back arched and then she screamed my name. I wouldn't stop. She tried to push my hand away, but I knew she could come again. After she did, I slowly pulled my finger out and licked it. Then I moved back down her body, kissing her neck. And her nipples. Her stomach and her thighs. I licked and sucked my way back down into her again. My tongue moved with the rhythm of her body. I began to spell things with my tongue. First her name. Then mine. And she came again with the last "A." * I pressed send. Five minutes later, there was a reply: "Write me a book." I smiled and responded, "I'd rather show you the real thing…" She immediately wrote back, asking if I was turned on. How could I not be? I was imagining doing all of these things to her. She then told me she wanted to hold me against the wall and go down on me until I couldn't stand anymore. I wrote back: "It's taking every fiber of my being to not get in my car and speed over there right now." Her response: "Mmm, and it's taking everything in me to not tell you to come over and fuck me." "Say it." "We shouldn't be doing this." "Yes, we should. Right now." "Okay." "Really?" "Come over." And so I did. And I swear I did everything that I said I would, and more. The best sex I've ever had. Cut to the Chase She unlocked the door and he held it as he followed her inside. The dim blue light of the aquarium and street lights filtering through misaligned blinds onto the sofa and side table. Night lights illuminated the kitchen and hallway. He followed her inside and stood behind her as she slowly placed her keys in the basket by the door. The smallish, two-bedroom house was nothing fancy. But it was a house, and she (and the bank) owned it and this couldn't be a bad thing. The cushy red sofa was inviting but a bit too large for the small space of the living room. Opposite it was a humungous entertainment center that, too, was rather massive for the space. An area rug separated the two with a tiny red chair at the far end. An ad-hoc computer station sat in the near corner. She had stopped short upon entering, skillfully forcing him into her. Giving him no choice but to press his body up against her from behind. Confined in the entry-way he put a hand on her hip and gestured her in with the other. The door was still open and the cold January air was invasive. She stood firm as he began to move, pushing back into him, his arms folding around her, holding her in a way she had desired for months, if not years. She was wearing skirt as he had suggested, rather alluded to, in their chat. Much of the present heat was from the game. Their slowly progressing on-line chats, growing from the seed of a simple wink. It had taken both of them some time to learn how to navigate the online dating universe. Which service to use and the always annoying profile. Then dodging scams and marketing accounts; filtering for the basics such as location and age; children; drink/smoke; and, most importantly, the photo (it'll never work if there isn't at least some level of physical attraction). Eventually a wink linked the two profiles in a potential match. He loved skirts. The way they compliment the female form. The way they enticed and teased. Short ones that compelled you to look every chance you could; the ones naughty girls wore. Long ones that accentuated the hips and moved in the breeze; the ones good little church girls wore. He loved them all. He loved them because it provided access. Access to that which men hunger for. Access to what he hungered for right now. Her's was a bit on the slutty side; a jean skirt that went to just above her knees. Taking her lead he pressed his body against hers. He slid his hands down to her hips and pulled her in. She bent slightly in response and gently reciprocated the contact. He put his face in to her neck and inhaled deeply. Barely touching her skin with the tip of his nose he breathed her in; from her shoulder to her neck, and up her neck to that spot just behind the ear. She leaned her head to give him more access; sighing softly. As the social etiquette of their introductory ice-cream date was replaced by a more animalistic mating ritual he reached down with both hands and began slowly pulling up her skirt; a clear indication of what he wished to do. Receiving no resistance he brazenly pulled it all the way up to her waist. A gust of cold night air blew in, and up, causing her to gasp and then shiver; it was maybe 10 degrees outside. Wanting more, just not in the doorway, he pushed her in and finally was able to close the door. Locking it he turned around to find she'd gone into the room and was now casually standing there looking at the kitchen and down the hall. She had straightened her clothes out and put her purse down on the small red chair. She just stood there in the pale light and looked over her shoulder; inviting him to advance. He walked towards her only to have her turn and slowly walk down the hall; asking him to follow with a subtle look. He did, slowly, mesmerized by her vision. She stopped in front of a full-length mirror at the end of the hall. It was gaudy but it filled its purpose and seemed to draw her into its presence. He came up behind her again and quietly looked over her shoulder into the glass. They were both so fully aware of what was about to happen and no words were needed. They had been chatting with each other for nearly a month. The early chit-chat included things like family and friends; what they liked to eat, read and listen to. The pattern of the chats also indicated that they both had lives, and weren't weirdo's desperate for attention. Later, as it seemed there might be something there, they chatted about what they wanted out of life (meaning this relationship). Neither mentioned the 'M' word, but instead both eluded to a rather casual thing. Just some dating; no commitments; see what happens. Then, one night, the door was opened. She had had a rather rough day and was getting emotional in her chat. At some point she just broke down and e-shouted (or is it i-shouted?) "I JUST NEED TO GET LAID!" The discussion quickly spiraled down to the issue, like a championship chess match getting down to the wire. Delicately phrased messages raced back and forth, both sides hoping to corner the other into submission. "sam1809>How long's it been?" "looking422>Months", she lied "looking422>you?" "sam1809>with another person? About the same" he lied in response; subtly opening a door while masking it with some good old self-deprecating humor at the same time. "looking422>YES, with another person! Why, do you have sex with nobody?" "sam1809>Are you saying I'm nobody? Aw, that's not nice. Besides, everybody does it. Don't you" he dared her to enter the room. "looking422>Do what?" Like that door in the back of some older movie rental shops, she wanted to go in but was afraid. She needed someone to guide her there. She needed an excuse. "sam1809>Touch yourself. Do you touch yourself?" "looking422>No! Pervert!!" she lied again. "sam1809>Liar! Its okay... you know, to touch yourself." He invited her into the room, and she was ready to follow. They ended up having sex that night; virtually; online. Playing off each others' energy they opened up their deepest desires. They shed their inhibitions and completely gave in to lust as they fantasized about what it might be like; what it would be like. That quickly lead to the ice-cream date, IRL. She had told him she was something of a voyer and he could see that now as they stood in front of the mirror. He knew she wanted to watch herself be taken. He happily obliged as he slowly explored her body from behind. He looked into her eyes in the mirror as he gently kissed her neck. Reaching around he placed a hand on her breast, feeling it for the first time. His other hand deliberately moving from her hip towards the flat of her stomach, then down. He watched her as her eyes lowered, following his movement down this body in the mirror. She watched as he touched her where she needed him most; a moan escaped her. He suddenly dropped to his knees, scaring and exciting her at the same time. He admired the beauty of her body; her legs; her ass, wrapped only in the skirt. Wrapped only in the skirt he was slowly lifting. He pressed his face into her; again inhaling deeply; loudly; like an animal examining his mate. These two were definitely in heat. He lifted her skirt all the way, exposing her bright red panties. This grabbed his attention like a bull in a ring and he took her all in. Rubbing his face against her backside; breathing in the scent of her sex; he kissed her and licked her soft skin. He touched it with his fingers as if he had never seen one before; exploring every time stood still. She let out a scared cry, almost a whimper, when he slid his finger deeper between her legs. She spread them as he felt the moist heat of her body. Her panties were soaking with anticipation. Loosing control he roughly pulled her into him. Struggling to stay up she braced herself against the mirror and completely opened herself to him. He had pulled her panties aside and was burying his face in her soft flesh. His tongue licking deeply; probing. She bent over even more until he was finally able to taste the source of her heat. She moaned deeply as he dined on her sweet nectar. He absolutely loved the taste of a woman and she knew it. After several minutes of him eating her out from behind, and her watching in the mirror, he removed her panties, stood up, and put them in his pocket. "Oh, so you are a little panty perv, aren't you?" she said with a naughty look in her eye. "I told you so" he replied as he started to unbuckle his belt. Her eyes grew wider as he dropped his pants, then his boxers, and kicked them off to the side. He stood there erect as he took her hand. She leaned back into him, wanting to feel him between her legs. He guided her hand around and placed it on his cock. She fully collapsed into a state of lust when she touched him. She moaned with desire as she felt him. He was so hard, yet soft at the same time. He was big too and, to her delight, wet with precum. She whimpered and protested as he backed away. He walked to the nightstand, only removing his eyes from her body long enough to open a drawer and find a condom. She watched in amazement as he unrolled it down the length of his member. Displaying it proudly as if it were a weapon and he had just loaded it. Showing her the full length of what she was about to get; letting her know it was for her. Her eyes shifted to concern as she suddenly realized what was about to happen. The look of fear clearly evident as her mouth hung open; her hunger was obvious. She shifted and braced herself, sticking her behind out to receive this animal. This animal she so desired, and could not escape from. This hungry beast who was about to take her. She watched him approach in the mirror. This poor girl was about to be ravished from behind. She gazed in fear as if she was watching some movie; separated; not real. Her desire boiling over as he positioned himself behind her. He lifted her skirt again and pushed his cock down; aligning it; positioning it for entry. With the other hand he felt underneath; locating the heart of his target and sliding himself towards it. They both shifted their position until the tip of his cock found the entrance to her womb. Pausing, he again looked into her eyes in the mirror. They had gotten to know each other. They had extensively shared their concerns and fears; their likes and dislikes; what they wanted and what they didn't. They had developed a trust and a mutual respect. They both knew why they were here; what had led them to this point. Their e-dating ritual had removed all the insecurity and doubt. All the fumblings and uncertainties and the games people play had already been done. They had even exposed themselves sexually to each other; if only via a keyboard. They weren't about to have sex, rather, they were about to make love. They were both positioned over the abyss and together they stepped off. As he moved slowly forward, she pushed down and back. They moaned in concert as he entered her slowly; fully. She hadn't felt this way in years. She had so longed for a man to be inside her again and now it was happening. For him it had been even longer. The feeling of this initial penetration was beyond description for both of them and neither moved. "Oh, God, you feel so wonderful" he said, "do you feel me inside you? Do you feel my cock in your tight pussy?" "Oh, yes! You're so deep inside me" she replied, "your cock is so deep inside my pussy, baby. Oh, do you like my pussy, baby?" "Oh, yeah. You have a beautiful pussy. I love your pussy." She tightened involuntarily as he slowly slid out; then back in again. Another pause as they gazed at each other in the mirror. Savoring the moment; not ever wanting it to end, yet wanting more at the same time. He pulled her hair, causing her to arch back, and devoured her neck. Breathing heavily he kissed her; licked her; and gently bit her. She breathed heavily at this attack; all the time watching the innocent, helpless girl in the mirror; giving herself fully. The fucking grew more pronounced as he started to move with more determination. Their basic instincts took over as he struggled to get hold of her. She cried as he firmly gripped her shoulders, pulling her back into his thrusts. He moved them down to her hips and he pulled tightly; desperate for her; desperate to penetrate her as deeply as possible. She began to fuck back; pushing against the mirror for leverage. She, too, needed him deep inside her. Their positions finally secured and comfortable, they began to move in sync. She could feel herself being filled at the same time she watched the girl in the mirror. She braced herself with one hand as she lifted the front of her skirt with the other. It was then that she saw his penis sliding in and out of the girl's closely trimmed pussy. The sight was as much a turn-on as the actual feeling. He saw this and asked, "Are you watching yourself get fucked? Are you watching yourself get fucked in the mirror? Are you a dirty little girl who likes to watch people having sex?" "Oh, yeah. He's fucking her good. He's fucking her tight little pussy real good. I bet she's going to cum. I bet he's going to cum deep inside her tight little pussy and she's going to feel it and then she's going to cum too. She's going to feel him plant his seed deep into her womb and she's going to cum too." "Oh yeah, really?" he had joined her on the other side of the mirror. "Is he going to cum in her tight, wet pussy? Is he going to fuck her and cum deep inside her pussy? I think he's going to cum soon. I think he's going to cum soon. Do you think she's going to cum soon too?" The shift in perspective touched off that voyeuristic, self-removed fantasy of her's and permitted herself to let go. She was with her friend; both watching the scene in the mirror; both wanting them to cum. She knew the girl would... "Oh, baby, I think he's going to cum. He's going to cum, baby, watch him cum. Watch him cum deep inside her. Oh, God, he's cumming. Oh, yes, baby he's cumming." "Cum in me! Oh, baby cum in me. Oh, God, yes I want to feel you cum in me. Cum deep inside me baby, please, baby, oh yes. Fill me up with your cum baby!" He could feel it start in the bottom of his legs. The shock wave rose like thunder until it hit him squarely at the base of his shaft. He pushed as deep into her as he could as his body took over. He held himself inside her tightly as a contraction sent a burst of seed down the length of his cock. He froze and shuttered as the waves overcame him. She passed the point of no return as soon as he said he was cumming and he thrust into her one last time. For her, the wave actually started in her toes and instantly washed over her body. It was launched before he actually came but didn't arrive until only just after she felt him cum deep inside her. Like two waves in the ocean combining at just the right time to amplify both into a rogue, their two orgasms collided into one. They fell asleep almost immediately. The next day, Lisa emailed Steve and, well, that's another story all together.