0 comments/ 20768 views/ 2 favorites Every Night By: Apache6 I've barely closed the door when he slams me up against the wall from behind and starts kissing and biting my neck. Instantly I'm horny as hell. I make a show of trying to get him off me, but he knows it's an act and responds by getting rougher. He turns me round, holding both of my hands above my head with one of his, I'm helpless. Still kissing my neck and face, he rubs his hard dick up against me, I can imagine its size and taste and want it in my mouth right now, but I know he'll make me wait till later. He slides his free hand up my top; the roughness of his hands touching my soft skin makes me hornier still as he starts to maul my breasts. The way he grabs at me makes me feel like he's so horny he couldn't stop himself which turns me on all the more. He releases my arms briefly, only to rip off my top and his own. Fuck he's fit. I feel myself getting wet just looking at his tan skin and the rough dark hair on his stomach trailing down into his jeans. He pushes me onto the bed, pins my arms again and starts sucking my nipples and biting my breasts. He moves down, licking and biting hard at my ribs and waist making me writhe underneath him as his stubble scratches my skin. I can't tell if its pleasure or pain, either way I love it. Suddenly he stops. He drags off my skirt and I'm left in just my black thong. I see his eyes rove over my breasts and stomach as he begins to undo his jeans. As I stare at his gorgeous lithe, tight body, I so want to reach out and touch. I start to sit up but he pushes me back and holds me down until he's finished undressing and is completely naked before me. I love his cock. It's perfect. It's big and thick and so hard, and I want to touch it, lick it, suck it and feel it inside me. I don't care what he wants to do now. I get on my knees in front of him and hold his cock in my hand and lightly brush my lips up the shaft and back down again. Then I slide my tongue up and down as I start to slowly wank him off at the same time. When I get to the tip I swirl my tongue around then slide my mouth down his cock suck up and down. I hear his breathing get heavier and this turns me on even more as I work faster, deep throating then rubbing my lips, which are covered in my saliva and his pre come, over the head, and tonguing his helmet. I feel his cock grow hard under my hand and even bigger in my mouth as more pre come seeps out and I lick it up, but he steps back, not wanting to come yet. He moves me back onto the bed and positions himself kneeling between my legs. He trails his fingers over my hips and down the inside of my thighs making me shiver. He starts rubbing my clit through my knickers, but I need more and start to grind down against his touch. He inches his fingers inside my g string and slides them up and down my already wet pussy. I moan at the sensation and in frustration, I want to come. Finally he pulls my underwear off so I'm completely naked and he lies down beside me sucking my nipples and grazing his teeth along my breasts. Then he pushes a finger slowly inside me, feeling fully how incredibly wet he's made me, then he pulls it out and his fingers slip easily up to my clit which he circles and skims slowly at first getting faster and faster, occasionally sinking his fingers inside me, feeling how hot I am for him. As my body begins to tense he concentrates on my clit sliding his fingers over and around it again and again biting around my nipples until I come hard and lay exhausted, sweaty and satisfied. Immediately he's on top of me and feeling the weight of him and smelling him so close makes me instantly horny again. He pushes my legs apart with his and thrusts his hard dick into me. I raise my hips to get as much of him in me as I can. I feel his thickness fill me completely, it's incredible. Already I feel close to coming again and I urge him on harder and faster, getting turned on just watching the muscles in his arms and shoulders flex and contract as he pounds me. I come again, around his cock this time and I'm now completely sated, but he's not. He pulls out, forcefully flips me over and shoves his dick into me from behind, making me moan deeply from the new sensation. I feel the hard muscles of his thighs against mine and when he grabs my hips so he can thrust harder I lose it coming again and again, clawing at the bed almost trying to escape the intolerable pleasure. He pulls his cock out of me, but it's quickly replaced with his fingers sliding in and out of me then up to my ass which he lubricates with my own cum. I feel his cock against my ass next and he slowly pushes the tip in. He pulls back slightly then pushes a couple of inches right into my tight ass. The dirtiness of it and the fact I know how much he gets off on it begins to turn me on. He starts thrusting faster and I feel his hands spreading my ass so he can see his thick cock sliding in and out of me. After only minute or so I hear his breath get deep and ragged and he moans as the tightness around his cock sends convulsions through his body as he starts to come hard into my ass. He collapses on top of me and we lie in a sweaty heap, regaining energy for a repeat performance. I smile to my self in the knowledge that I get to do this with him every night. Every Night A giant thanks to my second pair of eyes from Across the Pond, Irfon. *** Emily smiled as she heard her bedroom door squeak as it opened under his touch. She couldn't hear, but she imagined the slow light steps as he neared the bed. His breath wasn't ragged, as it had been the first few times he'd secreted into her room late at night. She let out a shaky sigh before the covers were slowly pulled down to uncover her waiting body. It seemed like every nerve ending was screaming to feel his hands. Every night was different. Some nights he started with just his warm breath drifting across her skin. Other times, his fingertips would start at her ankles and work upwards. He knew her feet were far too ticklish to keep up the façade of her being asleep. She squirmed when warm breath cascaded over her skin a fraction of a second before his tongue found the small of her back. The pillow she'd been cuddling took the brunt of her body's instinctive reaction. She curled intoa ball as she rolled to her side. Her eyes flared open in fear that he'd retreat and their ritual would end. She knew it was an irrational fear. Both of them were well past stopping. His hands moved to uncoil her body from around the pillow. His deep whispering voice was shushing her between kisses to her hip. "Relax, Em. Just enjoy this dream. It's just a dream." Achingly slow, her body straightened until she was half on her side and half on her stomach. The pillow tucked against her for support. God his hands, so hot. They drifted over her legs, his fingertips brushing her inner thigh light as a feather. Emily had to fight the deep lustful urge to turn and pull him into her. To feel what was so close. She knew he was naked. His cock hard as always. Inches away from her in the night. His hands. They burned her flesh as he pushed her top leg forward. His kiss found her shoulder while his leg slid between hers. Those lips so unmistakable. Kissing her as if she'd shatter into pieces. Her head turned to give him her neck. A soft almost inaudible sigh escaped when his fingertips pulled her silken curls to give him no obstruction. With just the light drifting in from the single window of her bedroom, her sandy hair looked almost black. In the night, it matched his. Her fingers tightened around the pillow under her head to prevent her from reaching back to grip his hair and scream for him to stop torturing her and just take her any way his imagination wanted. All night, just like this. Slamming into her with the furious drive to conquer or painfully slow and gently. She didn't care. A month ago she'd realized he was all she wanted. The first night had just happened. New Year's Eve was the worst day of her life. She'd come home to an empty apartment. There was no midnight kiss, no boyfriend. Just the empty ache of being alone on the one night no one should be alone. He'd come home at two in the morning. Walking a bit wobbly. His movements a bit too deliberate. He'd seen her on the couch curled in a ball with a blizzard of tissues surrounding her. In a flood of new tears, she related the tale of her cheating boyfriend and how he'd embarrassed her in public. His arms were around her in an instant. Pinning her to his wide chest. His lips brushing against her cheek as he shushed and comforted her. He rocked her like she was a baby. The normal cold and distant man she'd roomed with for over two years had been replaced by something loving and caring. Somewhere between being told how beautiful and warm she was and how love would find her and fill her each day, she fell asleep. It was like a dream the first night. She was lifted on a cloud as he carried her to her bed. Her dress slid down her body without hurry. His fingers trembled when the sheer fabric fell below her breasts. The sensation of the silk being pulled across her skin burned her flesh and caused her nipples to react instantly. "My God." His whispered words seemed to have been ripped out of him. Partially awake from being picked up, his words brought her fully aware of her situation. In the darkness, her eyes opened and found his face. She had no idea why she hadn't just sat up and slapped him. There was just something in the way he was looking at her breasts. The hunger was obvious. His tongue came out to wet his lips and she realized all she wanted was to be his lips. At that moment, she wanted to know the taste of his tongue. The course silkiness of it. And then she did know. His head lowered and licked the beginning swell of her breast. It found the underside of her right breast and traced its gentle curve. Her quiet unstoppable moan caused him to freeze. His head came up. Endlessly deep eyes explored her face. Hers slammed shut. Praying he'd continue. She wanted his lips and tongue and hands all over her. His breath drifting over her aroused nipple spread goosebumps across her skin. The dress moved lower. Her flat stomach, she'd spent hours at the gym for, was now bare. She was malleable when he lifted and twisted her to get the dress over her rounded hips. He had to know she was awake. He just had to. As her panties came into view, her body tensed. The realization of wearing transparent satin to make sure there was nothing seen under her dress invaded her brain. Her body temperature seemed to race to her cheeks. He'd be able to see every detail. Even the fact that she was already achingly wet. She looked at him through thick eyelashes, but saw no reaction. He was too focused on stripping her. She let out a heady breath, thankful for the surrounding darkness. He stood at the foot of her bed for the longest time. Her dress was held in his hands as he simply stared. It felt like an eternity. All she could hear was her own beating heart and the occasional anguished breath from the war he must be fighting with his own desires. Emily couldn't help but smile when her dress was lifted to his face and he inhaled a deep slow breath. She had him now. The way he breathed in her scent was intoxicating. Her head turned as he slowly walked around the bed and draped it on a chair. She had never been treated with such reverence as he treated her dress. His fingertips reached out for it, knowing it had been against her skin. Her sweat. Her perfume. Her nakedness. He was imagining it all. When he turned back to her, his chest was rising and falling in labored breaths. She wanted to scream for him to hurry, but she was frozen. When he bent over and pulled the covers over her, she felt a tremor start deep within her. He didn't want her. Didn't want to touch her, kiss her, consume her. That's all she wanted. To feel one single connection to someone else. That his need of her was as desperate as hers for him. She accidentally let out a tiny whine. A pathetic little noise. It dropped him to his knees. He shook the bed when his head lowered and his body trembled. She ached to reach out and run her hand through his hair and tell him it was all right. To pull him into her arms and never let him go. No one would know how weak and pathetic they were. It would be their little secret. Only the night would witness the desperate loneliness that forced their bodies together. Please. Please just crawl into bed and do anything, she thought. Even if it were just to feel a warm body next to her, it would be enough. He stood. His breath ragged and tortured. She bit her lip when his suit jacket was slipped off and placed on her dress. In slow motion, he rolled up the sleeves of his custom made shirt. His silk tie was loosened and discarded. She imagined it drifting like a feather to the ground. This was a dream. An achingly beautiful dream. Her tongue came out and then her bottom lip was pulled into her mouth when the covers were pulled back. When the bed rocked to accept his weight, she used it as an excuse to spread her legs slightly. He would smell her. He had to. Her entire body screamed to feel him. "Please don't hate me for this." It was almost inaudible. His voice sounded more like a prayer than a confession. "I need you. You're all I can think about." She felt something smooth drift over her breast. Hot blasts of air following in its wake. Then his cheek brushing across her nipple sent a surge of electricity down her spine and straight to the uncontrollable throb between her legs. A breathless whine escaped her lips to encourage him. The wet roughness of his tongue sent a violent shiver rippling through her as he circled her areola and then tasted her hardened nipple. It was the slowest softest most sensual kiss she'd ever known. His lips burned her skin. Scalded her very soul. Her hips flexed with each gentle suckle. God, she could smell her own arousal. Why couldn't he? It was filling the room as her legs widened for him. She needed him. Desperately. His breath burned her more and more. She wondered if her flesh was as hot as his lips. If he could feel the furnace building within her, the growing explosion just beneath the surface. With just the tip of his nose he traced between her breasts and then methodically worked over the other. First his nose and then his lips and then the course silkiness of his tongue. He pulled every bit of air from her lungs when his tongue traveled down her stomach. She moaned louder as the minutes dragged into forever. Take them off. Please take them off, she screamed in her head when somehow his hot breath found its way under the elastic of her panties and mixed with the thin bit of dark blonde air. His lips skirted her panties. His first deep breath caused a shuddering groan. He could smell her now. How could he not smell her? She was dripping with desire. It felt like she was almost oozing from ever pore. She could feel how badly he wanted to rip the thin piece of fabric off her. His muscles almost creaked as he fought against the animal inside. Biting her lip, she was prepared for the pain of it. Praying it would come. Begging him with a silent plea to plunge into her. To grip her roughly and simply take her body as violently as he could. He didn't. The bastard just continued to kiss and lick everywhere but where she needed him to. The gentlest touch pushed her legs wider. His nose running the length of her inner thigh, licking back up, and then descending again. Over and over again, until not a bit of flesh had escaped him. Her body was his. Each long lick sent sparks rippling through her. His hot breath left her weak. It was back. Hovering over her. All she had to do was lift up. His lips would join her if she did. She couldn't. Fear gripped her. Fear that this was a dream. That he was fast asleep in his bed. Oblivious to her soul crying out for him. If he wasn't real, she wasn't real. Emily didn't know when it started. Or how. It simply arrived. She was concentrating on the tip of his nose as he traced the outline of her panties. His breath blasting between her swollen lips. Threading through the course hair. Tunneling into her. He spoke. She came. It could have been the sudden eruption of sound above her heart beating away in her head. Or the anguish of his voice. Deep down she knew what it was. It was the words. The words he spoke. He wasn't even touching her. It was simply the words coming from deep within him. "You're my dream, Em. Every night I dream of you. Your skin. Your hair. Wet from the shower. Beads of water running down to pool at your feet. Just once. Just once I wish I could be a drop of water. To feel your skin. To warm you. Cleanse you. Surround you. Just once to know you so well. You're killing me, Em. Every night I die not having you. Every night someone else does. I can't live this way. I don't have the strength to leave you. Damn you, Em." He was gone. Slipping away in the night. Leaving her so full and yet emptier than ever before. He was gone without laying a hand on her. Leaving her breathless and raw. There was only the darkness now. When she woke in the morning, he was there. Standing at the counter like always. A cup of coffee in his hand. Steam swirling above it. His blue eyes stern and cold. He turned and filled her cup. Like always. Their ritual. Every morning she stumbled to the counter and found him there. "Morning." She said after her first sip. Her hands surround the cup, drawing its heat into her. "Morning." His left arm stretched out and curled to look at the gold plated watch. "I'm sorry for last night." "No reason to apologize for what another man did." "I'm apologizing for what I did. I know you didn't want to have to console a hysterical woman." Blue eyes rose and then his wide shoulder moved in a deliberate shrug. His hands running through dark wavy hair. A habit. A device to shield himself from the uncomfortable. She knew him. Two years of watching a cold distant man. He wasn't cold. How could he be? Not after last night. But he was. The same man was standing here, indifferent to her. Like every morning. Miles between the three feet that separated them. "Hmm." He looked at his watch again and poured out the remaining coffee. Emily sighed. He'd leave now. She watched as he walked around the island counter and slid into his suit jacket. It had always annoyed her how mechanical he seemed when he did that. The well-practiced maneuver of a man so formal. He lived like he dressed. Pressed, proper, and spotless. His steps were beaten into her brain as his tall frame found the door and was through it without a backward glance. She leaned against the counter. Her cup coming up robotically. She stared unfocused at nothing in particular. Had it happened? Was it really just a dream? It couldn't have been. She made her way to the sofa where he had found her. There were no tissues. No mess. The pillow she'd soaked through with tears was were it always was. Tucked neatly against the armrest. Her head turned to inspect the living room. There was nothing to give him away. Her panties. A smile crept over her. She was still wearing them through her pajama bottoms. It was all she'd woken up in. Her panties. He had undressed her. Explored her body without every laying a finger on her. And his words still echoed. On tiptoes, she ran to her bedroom. There was her dress. Draped over the chair where he'd placed it. Her smile grew as she leaned against the door and pictured him kneeling beside her bed. And there was his tie. It had fallen at his feet. His only mistake. He'd forgotten it. In slow motion she moved towards it. Reaching out to feel it. Knowing he'd worn it. Did he leave it on purpose? Was it his way of telling her he'd been there? That he existed and that he had been inches from her. Her clock radio blinked and music shattered her world. She had to wake up. It was time to go to work. The outside was calling. She must look a mess. Her hair was full of rats, her eyes puffy. None of it mattered. Emily stripped on the way to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, she had her panties to her knees when she stopped. She couldn't. She couldn't erase him from her skin. It was all she had to remember him by. But she didn't have work today. Neither did he, but he'd left like usual. Was he fleeing? Was he embarrassed or fearful of spending the day with her? Afraid she'd see the guilt in his eyes? She was laughing as she ran to his tie and slipped it over her head. Closing her eyes, she cinched it up exactly the way he did. Then she pulled it straight out from her body and followed it with her eyes as it fell between her breasts. He'd kissed them. Suckled them. Most men had never even dreamed of the tenderness he'd kissed them with. She spent the day in just the tie and panties. Dancing around the apartment in a cloud. The hours ticked by and finally she had to remove the tie. She tucked it between her mattresses. He wouldn't look there. And he wouldn't ask about it. He'd realized he was missing one and he'd know which one, but he'd never reveal where he'd lost it. ******** "Are you going out?" Emily looked up from her coffee. "Out?" His eyes narrowed in confusion. "Tonight. It's Valentines Day. Are you going out with Karen?" "Hmm." He checked his watch and walked away from her. "There's no Karen anymore." "Since when?" Her words caught him before he'd got to the door. "New Years." And he was gone. Emily stood in the emptiness she was getting used to. The emptiness he left the minute he was gone. It started as a twitch. And then it was a smile. Soon, the apartment was filled with her laughter. Her arms circled her body in a hug, wishing it were his arms around her. He was single. They both were. Every night since then he'd crept into her bed and explored each and every inch of her. Why? Why hadn't he simply told her? Why couldn't he just tell her he loved her? He could say it when the darkness shielded him. When they both pretended she was asleep. Her day was a blur. Bundles of roses were delivered one after another all day long. Emily watched with only the hint of interest. He'd never send her any. Deep down, whenever a coworker had received flowers in the past, she'd been jealous. She no longer was. Tonight, she'd lie in bed and be made love to. She knew he would. He had to. Tonight, he wouldn't leave her bed until he brought both of them to completion. She would know the feel of him inside her. Not tonight. Please, not tonight. Don't slip away tonight. She beat him to the apartment by thirty minutes. She'd showered and slipped into a simple dark red dress. Short, flowing, and easily removable. Her hair was pulled up to give him her neck. A few strands hanging around her eyes for his fingers to brush aside. By the time he walked through the door, she was on her second glass of wine and the spaghetti was almost done. It was one of six meals she could successfully cook on a consistent basis. "Hello." She said as he draped his jacket over a stool and eyed her. "Hello." "I'm making dinner. I didn't want to go out and eat alone. Too depressing." She gave him a sad little smile and turned back to the stove. "I've made enough for you, if you don't have any plans." "I don't." "It'll be ready in about twenty minutes. You have time to clean up, if you'd like." "Hmm." He turned and walked to his bedroom. Emily hit play on her MP3 player and made sure it was loud enough to be background noise. She'd spent an hour selecting the right songs. Smoothing the apron, her hand paused just below her navel. God, she was already wet. Just seeing his eyes on her. Knowing he would be in her bed hours from now. It was the sweetest torture she'd ever felt. Taking a deep breath, she tried to focus on the bread. Remember to take it out of the oven before it burns. Ignore the tingles and the itchy skin and thoughts of him in the shower naked. She wondered if it was the heat of the oven making sweat break out on her upper lip. He reappeared as she was setting her plate down on the tiny round table. They'd never shared a meal there. It was almost too small for one, let alone two people. She watched his eyes move around the room. He noticed the candle. A single candle in the windowsill beside the table. His plate already prepared and waiting for him. She hid a smile when his eyes stopped on her legs. They glistened with freshly applied oil. "I thought we could eat here. I wasted money on the thing. I just thought it was time to use it. You don't have to if you don't want to." Please. She silently begged. Give me this. Sit. "I don't mind." The minutes stretched as they worked over their meal. No words between them. Her lip curled when she saw his eyes drift to her calf as she absentmindedly let it bounce after crossing her legs. "May I ask why you broke up with Karen?" "I'm not sure I did. She told me she needed more from me and I told her I had nothing to give her. Then she walked away." Every Night "You haven't heard from her since?" "No." "Hmm." Emily looked at him critically over her wineglass. "Will you ever have more to give?" "To Karen?" "No. To anyone. To the woman you love." "I imagine so." "You imagine so?" Her body shook with silent laughter. "I imagine so, too." His blue eyes turned deep and fathomless as he stared at her. She couldn't tell if he was on the verge of speaking or walking away. Her tongue came out to lick the corner of her mouth as she snuck a peek at him from under thick dark lashes. He swallowed with effort and shifted in his seat. She noticed he hadn't been eating anything. He was aroused. That was it. Her dress, her legs, the deliberate way she'd taken bite after bite. Trying to be as sexy as possible. She felt her own body temperature increase from the realization. He was struggling to contain himself. Letting out a happy sigh, she caught his eyes on her. "What was that?" His fork rattled on the plate as he wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin. "The sigh?" "Yes." "A random thought. I noticed your hands. I like them. They seem strong." "Do they?" "I think they do. It must be an effort to be gentle with hands like that. Did Karen like them? Appreciate them?" "I never asked." His head dropped to concentrate on his plate and finishing the meal. "I'm sorry. I know you don't like personal conversation. I felt like drinking tonight. Maybe too much. I watched everyone get roses today but me. I don't know. I guess I'm feeling sorry for myself. That no one cared enough to send me any. That I'm unlovable. It's been awhile since I've dated. Mary at work is trying to fix me up with a friend of hers." She saw his hand tighten around his fork. It sent a tickle down her spine. The insistent tingle between her legs grew to a roar. "It's been so long since I felt a connection to another person. I guess I'm just horny. I might settle for any man right now." She switched legs and ran a hand down them. The distinct scent of her arousal found her nose. He had to smell her. Her eyes focused on her fingers tracing lines up her shin to hide the absolute pleasure of seeing his jaw clench tight. The muscles under his shirt were bunched. Emily stood and walked back to the kitchen. She knew his eyes were on her. Drilling into her soul. "Would you like more wine?" Emily turned after grabbing the bottle to find an empty seat. He was striding away from her. His back stiff, his steps like a bull's. She could see the rage boiling off of him. She'd pushed him too far. All she wanted from him was to admit it to her face. Say he loved her. Tonight, she needed him tonight. In every way, not just his kiss or his touch or the whispered words, she needed to feel him moving inside her. Driving into her. She needed him. A strange wetness splashed against her legs. Her eyes had misted over at seeing the man she loved fleeing from her. He turned. His fists balled up tight at his sides. She could see the shocked concern in his eyes as he rushed across the apartment towards her. "What the hell did you do?" His voice was filled with anger. Looking down, she saw she was standing in a puddle of red liquid, the shattered bottle of wine between her bare feet. His hands were a blur as she was lifted and set on the counter. "I...I'm sorry. It slipped. I didn't mean to drop it." "Of course you didn't." He moved around the counter and grabbed a handful of towels and tossed a few on the spreading puddle. With one in his hand, he began drying her off. She watched the towel move up and down her lower legs, one after the other. His hands moved higher unnecessarily. There was no wine anywhere near her knee, but his hands moved upwards. Her legs spreading to allow him to work. He caught her movement and lifted his head. His eyes moved up her legs and froze. The combination of lifting her up, her short dress, and spreading her legs had caused her dress to ride up well beyond the point of no return. She let out a tiny breath, realizing she hadn't put any panties on. He was staring at perfectly bare skin prepared just for him. Shaved and oiled and dripping wet, just for him. The towel fell from his hand as he straightened up. She could feel his hot breath striking her cheek as he tried to steady his nerves. His hands moved up her thighs and squeezed to fight his impulses. Their eyes met. Shaking her head, Emily shrugged. "I can't take it anymore. I can't pretend. Not anymore. Please." Her hands found the sides of his face as her lips crashed against his. She placed kiss after kiss, tugging and teasing. With his head gripped tight, she scooted closer until she felt her nipples pressed tightly against his chest. He wasn't kissing her back. Not once. Her groan was of desperation. "Please." She could feel the tears spilling from her eyes as her thumbs caressed his face. "Please. I know you. I need you. Please. Please love me." In slow motion his hands came up to grip her wrists. She could feel the heat coming off them. His nostrils flared as his chest rose and fell with effort. Those eyes of his, so fierce and fathomless, dropped with his hands. Pulling her hands from his face. Without raising his eyes, he turned away from her. His footsteps echoing in the apartment to the rapid rhythm of her heart. In a rage, she grabbed a wooden spoon from the counter and flung it with all her might. All her aggravation and desperation went into the motion. Her angry words struck him before the spoon did. "Damn you. Why can't you just say it? You love me. I know you do. You have to know I love you. I ache for you. Every night I lie waiting for your touch, your kiss. Damn you. Just give in to it. Just drop this act. I need you." Emily had slipped off the counter to stand straight as a board, facing him. Her voice went from harsh and filled with anger to a soft-pleading whimper as she lost strength in her legs and fell to her knees. "I need you. I need to feel you moving inside me. I need to give you the pleasure you've given me every night. I love you. I can't live without your touch. Please. I can't pretend anymore. I don't want it to be a dream anymore. I need you to be real. To let me see you when you love me." His black dress shoes appeared before her eyes as she stared at the floor. Her body shaking slightly as the tears spilled from her eyes. She didn't have the strength to look up. All she could do was wipe the tears away from her cheek with the back of her hand. This wasn't going the way it was supposed to. She felt so small. Just a child at his feet, pleading for his love. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Her voice cracked as she fought back a sob. "You have to love me. You tell me every night." The fingers of his right hand tangled in the jumble of hair at the back of her head a split second before he was on his knees before her. Through blurry eyes filled with tears, she saw his furrowed brow, the tortured pain in his eyes. A faint snapping sound drew her eyes to his left hand. Her lashes were heavy with tears, as the dark felt covered box became her world. "Put it on." His voice was low and harsh. Gravelly with repressed emotion starting to escape. Emily's bottom lip shook almost as much as her hands as she lifted the diamond ring from the box. She held it inches from her face, watching the glint of light from the candle reflecting off of it. Praying it was real. She was crying again. Openly weeping as she slipped the ring on. Her vision cleared enough to see him waiting with his eyes closed tight. The image of his silent anguish caused a tiny hiccup to escape. Once again her hands gripped his face as her lips searched out his. This time his were softer, accepting. She tasted the salt of her tears as she wrapped her arms around him and tried to deepen the kiss. His fingers tightened in her hair and pulled her away from him. A strong hand gripped her left hand and pulled it into view. His eyes stared at the diamond ring. She felt his thumb brush across it and then he brought it to his lips as his head dropped. He ripped a startled gasp from her when he stood, bringing her to her feet with his hand still in her hair. She was half guided, half drug across the apartment towards his bedroom. She felt the coolness of the hardwood floor under her toes as she struggled to keep up with him. He flung her onto the bed, a low grunt escaping from him as he did. She bounced and rolled. Her dress rode up higher than ever. Her smooth athletic legs instinctively tucked to her chest to protect her. Wiping at her face, her vision cleared enough to see his shirt opening wider and wider as he worked the buttons. Breathless, she watched as his naked body appeared before her. She saw the curly dark hair of his chest. His flat stomach with just the hint of abs showing through. Those crystal blue eyes of his were boring through her. Paralyzing her. Dark slacks dropped as he bent and kicked out of his shoes. When he straightened, he was completely naked before her. His cock was thick and hard. The hunger in his eyes was frightening. Not understanding the gnawing fear she suddenly felt. She scooted away from him as he walked on his knees towards her. His strong hands found her ankles and pulled her flat on the bed. Her dress rising higher and higher until it was jumbled around her neck. Stormy eyes followed it as her body appeared before him. Her legs were spread as he moved between them. His hands moved over her sides. Leaving trails of fire in their wake. He gripped her dress and pushed it over her head and off. His fingers threaded into hers as the bulk of his body lowered, smothering her under his weight. Her eyes were wide and frightened when his hips drove up, impaling her completely and sending shards of intensity rippling through her. Emily's head rolled back and her eyes closed tight to feel him for the first time. Her moan mixed with his when his lips found her ear. His heavy breath rolled over her skin. "Yes." She rolled her head as his lips drew wet patterns over her neck. "Harder. Please." She felt his hips pull away from her slowly and his muscles tense. Emily bit her lip in anticipation for the animalistic coupling she was about to endure. But he didn't. Blasts of hot breath caused the hairs on the back of her neck rise. His nose slid across her cheek and teased her skin. Blue eyes stared down at her as he breathed into her open mouth. Her lips swollen. She watched the storm roll across his vision and then his cock slid into her torturously slow. When she felt his pelvis greet hers, he flexed his hips, causing her clitoris to roll under his weight. Her nails dug into the back of his hands as splintered fireballs exploded beneath her skin. Each time his hips flexed her head raised to taste his lips. He denied her each time as he moved upwards to keep his lips just out of reach. She groaned from the agony of it. The beauty. His eyes never left hers. His breath colliding with hers. He pulled her arms down so he could twist his fingers into her hair and keep her head still. "I love you." She breathed into his mouth. He gave her a slow nod. His hips flexed quicker. "You love me." She watched him swallow hard before his head bobbed. A hint of smile reached his eyes. It was the first true crack in his impenetrable armor. She felt the beginning rush of her orgasm. It had been building all day. Driving her insane. The constant roll of her clit, the heat of his cock filling her, his eyes boring into her, it was all too much. She struggled to get her hands free. To pull him violently against her. To be allowed enough space to drive her hips into his thrusts. His eyes darkened as he gripped her tighter and shook his head. God, it was beautiful agony. The weight of him on top of her was oppressive. She felt the slick slid of her nipples against his chest. The hair tickling her was unbearable. His leg hairs were doing the same to her inner thighs. Oh God, she'd never been wetter. Never felt anything like this before. She was whimpering, begging him with her eyes to kiss her. He refused. His eyes just pinned her beneath him. He did it again. With just a word he ripped her world apart. He spoke. She came. His voice was a ragged wound. "Your mine, Em. No one else's. Forever. Every night. I need you like this every night. In my bed. In my arms. Your skin against mine. My children growing inside you. The smell of you. It's everywhere. On me. In me. Damn you, Em. I've never loved anything like you. I've never loved at all. Damn you, Em." He groaned. She felt his muscles tense to the point of impossibility. His hips lost their steady cruel rhythm. He drove into her in a series of tiny shudders as his forehead dropped to hers. His breath a pained huffing noise as she felt the first blast of his seed drive deep inside her. She lost count of the spasms as he coated her with each lesser blast. It's silky warmth caused a tremor to run through her. A rippling aftershock that spilled over her, overwhelming her as fresh tears filled her eyes. His lips were hot against her skin as he found each new tear. His hands had left hers and were now roaming down her body. Pulling and caressing her skin. His hunger hadn't quenched at all. He was like a starved beast. His kisses roamed over her body. Tasting her sweat, her skin, her very essence. The minutes stretched to hours as they rolled and explored each other. Each time he came, it was deep inside her. His strong hands tangled in her hair, forcing her to submit to his driving hips until finally they lay exhausted. His eyes finally closing. Emily lay naked, staring up at his ceiling. Every nerve ending screaming out. Her entire body ached. Inside and out. Her hands were resting on her abdomen. Her fingers toying with the ring on her finger. The ring guaranteeing every night. The End. *** This is my Valentine Day Contest entry. Please take the time to vote. Thank you. And I hope you enjoyed the story. *** Every Night She squirmed a little to shift the dick in her pussy to a more comfortable position and make room for her swelling belly beneath the hips of the owner of the dick. She had come to enjoy being screwed but hated the painful results which she had endured every nine or ten months since her marriage. Giving birth never became less painful to squeeze out a baby. She thought back to the night when she was a teen and was awakened by her mother's fearful cries begging her father to take it out, not to cum in her. She slipped to their bedroom door and saw her father pressing her mother's legs apart with his knees while he imprisoned her hands above her head. He ignored her screams and pleas as he thrust his dick in and out of her cunt. His wife offered to suck him off or take it in the ass, but he just laughed and said he got plenty of head and ass from other women; that hers was the only pussy he would cum in. Later she noticed her mother's breasts and belly beginning to swell and one day heard her telling another woman he put a baby in her belly every time he came home. Nine months after her father's visit she heard her mother screaming again, this time in agony instead of fear, and ultimately a baby boy forced his way out of her reluctant body. Their father traveled most of the time and did not come home often, so she had only two younger sisters and a new baby brother, the product of her mother's latest forced insemination. She knew she wasn't attractive and was glad of it when her younger sisters were chosen before her to be married. She pitied them for what she suspected lay in store. She was twenty before a man looked past her plain face and flat chest and saw that her wide hips promised she would be a good breeder, and she was. Although her breasts had been small he believed he could remedy that, and he did, sucking and pulling on them frequently He would learn more about foreplay in time, but the night of their wedding he wasted little time preparing her. He pinched her ass a few times, tweaked her tiny nipples and took a suck at each before she felt his huge dick probing at her hole. She struggled and screamed which made him laugh. He forced his huge dick into her virgin hole, and when her hymen broke she screamed again but gave up trying to escape. He fucked her three more times that night and woke her up next morning pumping his dick into her cunt again. She resigned herself to the same misery her mother suffered, but soon she actually came to enjoy being bred and enjoyed everything about pregnancy except the birthing which always hurt. He allowed her to wear a blouse but no panties. She wore very short skirts around the house. Her cunt was always to be accessible for fucking. Her boobs were not large enough to require a bra, so he decided to remedy that first. When he laid her down for her noon screwing he began by opening her blouse and studying her tits. He tweaked her nipples until they stood up, then he began suckling one while massaging the other. When he was ready to switch, and before he attached his mouth to the other tit, he told her they would soon begin to swell and would get sore, but he assured her he knew the remedy for that. Her tits did indeed begin to swell, even before her belly. They ached, and he kept his promise of relieving the ache by suckling each of them several times a day before he fucked her. One day, as she was clearing the dishes he pulled her astride his lap and onto his erection. Her tiny skirt offered no obstruction, nor did her buttonless blouse which he opened. He fondled and sucked her breasts as he fucked her. The only respite she ever had from his incessant sexual attention and fucking were the few weeks after she had given birth. The respite was not out of concern for her soreness from squeezing a baby out but to allow his sperm to regenerate enough that he could knock her up again as soon as possible, and he always did. With no panties her cunt was always accessible, and he sometimes backed her up to the nearest wall or had her bend over instead of bothering to take her to bed. He liked to have her sit on his dick while he played with her tits. When he screwed her doggie fashion he accompanied the thrusting of his dick into her cunt by massaging and pulling on her tits while occasionally stroking her clit. Sometimes he barely finished his meal before pulling her astride his lap and driving his dick into her. As her first pregnancy advanced her breasts enlarged amazingly. He assured her she would make enough milk for him and the baby both, and it was so, although she was only allowed to nurse either of them for only a few weeks to make sure she was ready for her next seeding when he was prepared. As much as she enjoyed the relief his nursing provided her breasts at the beginning of her first pregnancy she resented the swelling of her belly. She had hoped his sexual attentions would stop once he had accomplished his purpose of impregnating her, but his fucking actually increased because, as he explained, when she was pregnant he didn't need to save his sperm to knock he up again for a while. With each pregnancy her belly began to swell earlier and became bigger than ever. Her breasts filled out and became magnificent. He said the only time he would not fuck her daily and nightly would be during the few weeks after she had given birth while his sperm regenerated for her next insemination, and she was surprised that she actually missed being fucked during this period of celibacy. Having him and/or the baby drain her breasts several times a day kept her in a constant state of arousal. She swallowed the last of the drink he had prepared for her that contained a fertility herb he obtained from a medicine woman. It helped prepare her fertile womb for his seed and perhaps acted as an aphrodisiac as well. A grateful guest who had been invited to fuck her several times when she was pregnant made her a gift of a set of ben wa balls. She kept them in her cunt all the time, but they didn't take the place of a hard dick filling her pussy and squirting against her cervix. A better solution came along when she obtained a large, stubby vibrating dildo. Using it while her breasts were being drained did provide a pleasant sensation but she had become a fuck addict, and having a dick broach her pussy frequently was what she preferred. Early in her fourth or fifth pregnancy his 20-year-old brother came to live with them. As she was already pregnant he decided it seemed a good time to instruct his brother in sexual techniques. By then he had learned that taking time to prepare her enhanced his own experience as well, so he began by opening her blouse one afternoon and instructing his brother to pinch and suck her swollen tits. He told him to gently pull on the nipples with his teeth and to pull as much of them into his mouth as possible. Then he introduced him to her clit and g-spot and showed him how to stimulate them with his fingers and tongue. Finally, seeing that they were both aroused, he stroked some warming lube between her cunt lips and carefully spread it around her hole and massaged it into her clit. He nursed her tits as he gave it a few minutes to take effect and then demonstrated how to insert the penis. He took his time by stroking it between her folds and then gently pressing the huge knob against her hole. Finally he pressed in just the slightest distance and then withdrew. He repeatedly entered her just a little further each time and often paused to let her passage adjust to his size. Soon she was jacking her hips and trying to draw him in. He finally went all the way and both of them climaxed at the same time. As he watched, the brother had stroked his own penis to an awesome size in eager anticipation until it dwarfed his brother's enormous member. When she noticed its increasing size her craving for it was almost out of control but mixed with apprehension that it might be like having a baby ripping through her cunt. He signaled his brother to practice what he had just been taught, so the younger man mounted her and began an epic penetration of her pussy which was well-lubricated with her own juices and his brother's cum. Still, the huge knob did not enter easily, but he took his time, and as instructed allowed her passage to adjust to his size with each thrust. She had been fucked four times so far that day because a couple of needy friends of her husband had come to visit and been offered the hospitality of her pussy. She willingly lay back on the couch, opened her blouse, pulled her little skirt up over her pregnant belly and spread her legs. It turned her on to be screwed while watching a waiting partner stroking his penis in preparation for his turn with her. When she was pregnant her husband was generous with her cunt, and she enjoyed the attentions of many partners who were glad to ride her bareback. Watching her being screwed also aroused the brothers and any other watchers who quickly took at least one turn each with her. That night in bed, even though her belly was swelling with another baby, and her tits ached, she had a man sucking at each breast and a hand manipulating her clit. The hand was soon replaced by a welcome dick. She gave a small grunt as it entered and met each thrust with a soft sigh. She came quickly and hard and drifted off to sleep thinking contentedly about being pleasured this way daily for the next seven months before having to endure the pain of giving birth again. Every Night He had blacked out his eyes in the photo. I didn't blame him, who wants to be identified on a internet dating site? Especially one dedicated to one night stands with complete strangers. I managed to find a photo of me that both titillates and keeps my face concealed - a shot of me from the back wearing a black tank top, my hand caressing my neck, hips swayed. Sexy, classic, and tasteful. Most guys message me and say "Turn around!" I only respond to the interesting ones, like this guy. In his photo he is in a lake somewhere swimming, pushing himself up out of the water onto a dock. Muscular, young, and so totally hot. After some back and forth emails and chatting online I discover he works for a national skateboard supply company that has stores in every shopping mall across the country. He travels a lot. He wants to talk on the phone so I give him my number. And then we arrange to meet. He shows up one sunny summer afternoon at my door. He is hot. Dark hair, pale skin, blue eyes, and lips you just want to suck on. He comes in. We open a bottle of wine and sit out on the back porch. Chatting. It's strange, but we are totally hitting it off. The conversation is natural and I would totally hang out with this guy all the time. Our glasses are empty and we go in for refills but we both know we don't want wine. We want to get naked, and fast. At the kitchen counter we put our glasses down and I turn around, put my arms around his neck and start kissing his beautiful mouth, licking him, sucking on his lips, searching his mouth for his tongue. He lowers his hands to my ass and presses me against his cock, sliding his hands to cup each cheek. Fuck I need these clothes off! I lead him into my bedroom and then hungrily take off his shirt. I run my hands down his chest, cupping my hands against every curve of his muscles, and then down around to his ass. He unbuckles his belt, I undo the button and zipper, and off go his pants. I can see his cock straining against his underwear but he leaves them on. I am dying to have him suck my tits so I take my shirt off. He looks at me in my bikini bra and tells me how much he likes my little tits. He reaches over and grabs a breast in each hand and starts massing them gently, and finally flicks the bra up and over my head. He pushes me back on the bed, straddles me and starts sucking on a nipple. I moan and arch up, pushing the nipple deeper into his mouth. He sucks me harder and starts squeezing my other breast, taking that nipple between his two fingers and giving it a squeeze too. I moan louder. He sucks harder and pinching my nipple really hard, but I like it. I like it hard. He stops. He unbuttons my pants, lifts my hips and pulls of my pants and underwear in one deft motion. My ass falls back down onto the bed. He slides his underwear off and climbs on top of me. He takes both my arms up over my head and pins them down with his hands. His lips crash into mine, and then he thrusts his tongue powerfully into my mouth. I wrap my lips around his tongue and he starts to use it to fuck my mouth. Then he slides his cock into me forcefully, and starts fucking me in the same rhythm as his tongue. His grip on my hands tightens so he that he can thrust even harder into me. I wrap my legs around his hips and surrender every inch of myself to him. The tip of his cock probing deeply into me. I never want it to end, but then he stops, takes out his cock and stands at the end of the bed. I look at him, his hand is rubbing his cock as he waits for me. I turn over and get on my hands and knees and back my ass over towards his hard cock. He slides a hand up my back, caressing me as he reaches for my hips with both hands and guides his cock into me. He moves slowly at first, taking his time. I can't stand it, I start slamming my ass against him quickly, forcefully, I want it harder. He slaps my ass once, hard. I moan and slam my ass against him over and over again. He moans. I go faster, I want more, I want him to come. He grabs my hips harder, pulls me into him and then pushes me away. He comes all over my back. I kneel on the bed, panting. My pussy is soaked and I am not done yet. He tosses me a towel he found hanging on the door and I wipe his cum off my back and then lay down on the bed, pulling the covers over me He starts looking in the pocket of his jeans and comes back to the bed holding a lighter and a joint. He lights it and hands it to me. He is quite possibly the hottest guy I've ever fucked. He sits down on the bed and we smoke the joint, all the while not speaking. He heads to the bathroom, and when he comes back he lays down next to me under the covers. I crawl on top of him, and straddle his hips with my legs and lay down on his chest. I start licking and sucking his nipples. His chest is hairless so I start running my tongue up and down it, licking him. "I wish I had you with me on the road when I'm in a different hotel every night." he says as I shift lower so my tongue can lick his balls. He spreads his legs a bit wider apart. I start lapping his sack like a dog. I move up licking the length of cock and then encircle the tip of his cock with my mouth, give it a little suck and then make my way back down to his balls. I stop and lay down on my back and ask him to straddle my face so I can lick his balls and play with my clit. Instead he kneels over my face, looking towards my feet and puts his cock deeply in my mouth. I wrap my mouth around his shaft and try not to move too much so I don't gag. He doesn't move an inch, just stands there watching me touch myself with his cock in my mouth. I can barely breathe, his balls are in my face, but the restriction and the utter stillness arouses me. He finally leans forward far enough to place two of his fingers right at the entrance to my pussy. And he keeps them there, just gently tucking and pulling at my lips, teasing my cunt as my fingers circle my clit. I slowly guide his cock out of my mouth just long enough to lube up my other hand with mouth, and then use it to start stroking his cock while I suck the tip of it with my lips. I am on the verge of coming. I want his fingers in me, no, I mean I want his cock inside me. I tell him but he won't. He keeps teasing me, knowing how much I need him. I tense, and then shudder and my orgasm rocks me. Every Night is Saturday Night Just because I love Toronto, doesn't mean I can dance there. Rose dragged me halfway across the continent to the T-Dot, and I dragged her to a Blue Jays game. In revenge, she insisted that we go to a dance club on Bathurst for Asian night. I don't dance, or rather, I dance, but terribly. It would not be my want to go to a dance club, but Rose insisted I chaperone her; the last time she had gone dancing, she had made out with a man who was not her fiancee, and she did not want to repeat that drama. All of which left me trying to dance with her, trying to keep up with her frenetic hips. The music was some Indian song. They played the accompanying music video on giant screens: a wizard turned a woman into a basketball; a man with fangs exploded into a puff of purple smoke. The music had a time signature so strange, so unfindable, that I don't think anyone with an even number of limbs could feel graceful dancing to it. Rose looked graceful, however, as did a few other couples on the floor. Most of them though, had the cultural advantage of being of Indian extraction. The only exceptions to the smooth dancers were all Indian rule, were Rose, and a couple in the corner, a small, Asian girl, and a taller, slender blonde woman. They were sinuous, wrapped around each other, finding a sensuous rhythm somewhere hidden deep inside the strange beat. They looked incredible together. "Who are you looking at?" Rose leaned in to ask me, as she swayed closer to me, wrapping her arms around me for the first time that evening. "That couple in the corner," I told her, as I put my hands on her hips, leaning into her ear so I could be heard over the thrum of sitar and bass. "The tall Indian guy with the girl with the gold dress?" Rose asked. "No, the asian girl and the blonde. Over by speakers," I told her. Rose twisted us around, in perfect step to the beat. "Hmm. Hot. You would go for that." I grinned. "You know me well." "What's a best friend for?" She asked, smiling back. "Apparently, best friends are there to chaperone your drunken ass back to the hotel." I said, sticking out my tongue out at her. "Best friends are there to act as a wingman," Rose said, winking at me. "I think I need something to drink." She sashayed off, taking a circuitous route to the bar. Wait... she's headed into that corner? Where the girls are taking a breather? She's talking to them? She's... Rose is pointing at me, and smiling, and the girls are giggling? And now... now, Rose and the Asian girl are waving me over towards them? And my legs, without my volition at all, are moving towards them, zombiewalking their way to the corner where Rose has the two lovely girls. "Kinch, this is Amy and Rachel," Rose introduced. We nodded at each other, smiled, and looked at Rose for guidance as to what we should all do next. The music picked up again at that moment, switching from Bollywood to J-Pop, the beat now completely understandable, my movements graceful for the first time this evening.. Rose and I fell back into rhythm, dancing together. Rachel and Amy danced next to us; I kept furtively glancing over at them, and caught Amy grinning back at me. In another story, written in another forum, I would find a way to describe the next hour. I would have details of how Amy was the one who wanted us to switch, to dance with me, while Rose danced with her pretty blonde friend. How eventually I got to dance with the comely blonde as well. How when we switched back, Amy and Rachel danced closer, whispering to each other and then looking at me and giggling, losing their beat for a moment. I won't describe how eventually, after dancing with Rose, Amy pulled me outside with Rachel, leaving Rose behind and dancing with a tall clean cut man as Amy ushered me and Rachel into a cab. I'll describe none of that, and pick up with us three abreast in the back of the cab, Amy in the middle, flanked by me and her lovely blonde friend. Amy gave the driver an address and then turned to look at me. I stared into the well of her eyes for a full minute before she turned away and immediately gave Rachel a passionate kiss. I watched Rachel start shy, passive, receiving the kiss and not returning it at first, but eventually giving in to Amy's kiss, her shoulders going slack, her shy tongue darting out around the edge of their liplock. They parted, and Rachel looked wrecked by the kiss; she was slumped down against the door of the cab, eyelids fluttering. Amy looked invigorated, and swooped into me for a kiss as well, her eyes glowing. Her kiss was light and exploratory. She pulled back and looked at me thoughtfully. "Rachel," Amy explained, "hasn't been with a man since high school. Well, a boy, then, and it wasn't any good. So you are coming home with us, for her." Rachel looked at me shyly, and then turned away, so all I could see was blushing, freckled cheeks. "Think you can handle that?" I reached out for Rachel's hand, and softly tugged her towards me. She allowed herself to be pulled in, and we kissed, inches from Amy's face, leaning into her lap. I could feel one of Amy's nipples chug up and make its presence known against my arm. "That's enough, for now," said Amy, pushing us apart. "No sense in giving the cabbie a free show." I saw him grin at me, at us, through the mirror. Rachel, still blushing but glowing, rested a hand on Amy's thigh. I placed my other hand on Amy's other leg, mirroring Rachel. Rachel's hand began to creep in a northerly direction, slowly, teasing fingertips up Amy's leg. I did the same, tracing light circles with the tips of my fingers. Rachel went higher, and so did I. Rachel's fingers stopped somewhere hidden beneath Amy's skirt; I stopped my fingers there. Rachel's knuckles and mine were touching, caught deep in between Amy's thighs, our fingertips resting comfortably, casually, just inside her skirt at the edge of where Amy's panties left off. I could feel Amy's leg tense, shaking, wanting to draw is in, but also wanting to hold off, patience and impatience warring inside her. We got out of the cab and went into a beautiful old building. We didn't say anything as Amy led us each by the hand up a few flights of stairs and into an untidy apartment. We both attacked Rachel. Amy got to her first, and pulled her taller friend to her, and kissed her ferociously, so they were almost spinning around. I snuck up to her from behind, my hands softly on her sides under the hem of her shirt, my lips tracing innocent circles around her shoulders, and on the nape of her neck. My hands were tight around her waist, while Amy's hands were working their way under Rachel's shirt, pulling it off and over her head, exposing a purple bra. I quickly unsnapped it from the back and kissed the imprint of skin the strap had made in the center of her back, reaching to cup a breast, perfectly formed and rosy tipped, her blonde hair falling into my eyes. Rachel basked in the attention. Amy kissed her way down, past her navel and started to shimmy Rachel's skirt down her thighs, bringing the purple lacy panties down with them, and finally pulling Rachel onto the floor, on top of Amy, so that they were in a 69 position, with Amy on the bottom, albeit full clothed. The room began to fill with the smell of aroused woman. Amy kissed Rachel's smooth pubis, and began to slide her way, her slow tongue, down to Rachel's proud little clit, already opened up and ready to be worked on. Amy wasted little time in circling her blonde friend's precious button with her tongue. I, watching all of this, came from behind and began to kiss Rachel's lower back, working her way down her legs, kissing the firm, downy cheeks of her ass, and I finally swung my tongue into her pussy, tasting Rachel's sweetness for the first time. She dampened even deeper creating more wetness for my tongue, for Amy's mouth. Rachel moaned into Amy's jeans, her breath getting shorter and shorter. When her hips quaked, a low moan came out of Rachel's mouth, and she delighted us by bathing our tongues in her delicious nectar. Rachel collapsed atop Amy, exhausted. I rolled off of them both, and Amy pushed Rachel to her side. "Get up on your knees," Amy ordered to Rachel. "You are going to learn how to suck cock. "You," she barked, pointing at me. "Strip." I complied, shedding all of my clothes in two seconds flat, leaving Amy the only one with a stitch of clothing on. She looked incongruous next to us, still in her clothes from the club, Rachel wearing only her earrings and her necklace, lying enticingly in the valley of her lovely breasts, me wearing nothing but semi-tumescence. Amy pulled off her shirt and shimmied out of her jeans, leaving her bra and panties on. I examined her carefully; I could see her baldness through the lace of her panties. "Kneel in front of him, Rachel. Good, right there should do nicely. Now. Take him in your hand." Rachel seemed hypnotized, and took my cock into her warm, small hand. "Stroke him softly. And kiss his inner thighs. Lick a little. Let your tongue wonder. Yes, just like that." During her instructions, she'd come up behind Rachel, so that Rachel was almost sitting in her lap, her arms softly embracing her blonde friend. "Now take just the tip into your mouth, slowly, slowly. Let your tongue ooze around, just roll it over the head of his cock." Rachel took to the instructions well, and soon had me completely hard with her tongue lavishing the head of my cock. "Good, good," Amy cooed to Rachel in support. "Take a little more. And keep your tongue active." Rachel brought me further into her mouth, her tongue still working in chaotic circles, spinning around in fractal patterns. "You're doing so good," I told her, petting her hair. "Open your mouth," Amy told her, stroking her belly, her hands working her way further down her body. "In a minute, he's going to fuck your mouth." Rachel's eyes opened wide at the thought. Apparently, that thought had never occurred to her. But she obeyed, her jaw slackening, cold air rushing around my cock at the gaps around the edge of her mouth. "Now," Amy said, looking up at me, "Make love to her mouth. Go slowly." I complied, slowly sinking my way into Rachel's mouth, into her throat. She took me all the way, even giving my cock a little extra love with her tongue. I took a few, slow, measured strokes. "Go faster," she ordered me. "Fuck her cherry red lips." Amy began to move her fingers between Rachel's legs, I'm sure, cleverly seeking out Rachel's clit. I picked up my pace, fucking her mouth. Amy's fingers started moving quicker now, in Rachel's pussy, her other hand holding tight to Rachel's breast. "That's it. Fuck those red lips. Fuck her harder." I was compelled to obey; Rachel's eyes began to bug out a little, but I wasn't sure if it was from the shock of my cock thrusting in and out of her unaccustomed mouth, or from Amy's nimble, knowing fingers. Amy's right hand stayed in Rachel's pussy, but her other hand worked it's way up to the base of my cock, pulling it into Rachel's mouth even faster. I kept fucking her mouth, and Amy kept strumming her clit. Before too long, Rachel shook and moaned as she came. Between her quaking and my thrusting, I came undone. My next thrust sort of glanced off of her cheek. "Sit down in that chair," Amy ordered. She pulled Rachel over, so that she was just in front of me, again. "Give his cock a kiss." She did. "Now, fuck his cock with your tits." Rachel, almost a zombie, wrapped her tits around my cock, and I started to push. Amy pushed Rachel's tits together, making a tighter passage for my cock. "Lick the head, when it gets close to you," Amy ordered. Now each of my thrusts were greeted by a warm mouth at the end, while I was wrapped up in her pale skin. "You have great tits, Rachel," Amy moaned. "So much bigger than mine. Fuck her big tits." I fucked harder, while saying, "I like your tits too." A thin piece of precum, drooled from the head of my cock, tracing a neat line from Rachel's chin to her sternum. Amy began to work Rachel's clit again. "Stand up. Fuck her mouth again." I complied, standing, pushing my cock back into her mouth, and into Rachel's throat. "That's it. Fuck her mouth hard." I obeyed, thrusting in and out of her mouth. Amy was staring up at me, eyes gleaming. "Harder! Fuck those cherry red lips faster." And a familiar tingle went through me. Amy could tell. "Rachel, he's about to come," she whispered. "He's going to come in your mouth. And I don't want you to swallow any of it. Just let him come in your mouth." That did it, for me. With a muted bellow, I let loose, pouring my come into Rachel's inviting mouth, pressing my cock in as far as it could go. My first gush went straight into her throat. Subsequent spurts filled up her mouth, and began to drip down her chin, and onto her perfectly formed breasts. Sated, finally, I collapsed into the chair to watch Amy continue to finger her friend with one hand, and rub my come into her chest with her other hand. She curled around and kiss her blonde friend, just as Rachel came again, muting her cry, and that made my cock twitch back to life, a detail that did not go unnoticed by Amy. "You liked seeing my drink your come out of her mouth? You going to get hard again?" "If you keep that up, it won't be much longer," I replied. Amy dove back in for more. The contrast of her darker skin against Rachel's paleness, their tits pressed together, made me twitch again, and grow firmer still. "I need you hard," Amy said, pausing for a breath, "So you can fuck me." That was all it took. I was now iron hard, and ready. Amy, seeing that I was ready and willing, pushed Rachel back so she could his her way down to Rachel's cunt, still swampy from all her previous orgasms. She gave Rachel one long, slow, giant lick and then turned back to me and stared me straight in the eye. "Come fuck me." No words have ever been sexier. I knelt down behind her as she busied herself with her tongue in the blonde's pussy again, and lined the head of my cock up with her cunt. Even though no one had touched her yet, I found her pussy dripping wet and slid in smoothly, bottoming out quickly. "Yes," Amy moaned. "Fuck me." As I had the whole evening, I obeyed, filling her up from behind. I fucked her steadily, only speeding up when I sense she was close to coming. As her hips quaked, I picked up the pace, fucking her harder through her orgasm. Amy's orgasm seemed to set Rachel off as well, her tongue vibrating across Rachel's clit. "Fuck that's good," Amy cried. "Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me. Fuck me even harder." She went back to work on Rachel's pussy and I picked up the pace as much as I was able to, holding her hips tight, pulling her back onto my cock, spearing her as deep as I could go. With a great groan, she came loudly; her orgasm seemed to last forever, and she seemed to want me to keep thrusting through it, so I did, trying to extend it for as long as it would go. When she was finally sated, she slipped free of me, leaving my erection hanging. "Fuck, you have such a nice cock," she gasped. "Rachel is going to love it." My cock twitched at the thought of getting to fuck the shy, blonde, mostly-lesbian. "Come here, Rachel. Take my place." Rachel looked unsure, but, as ever, followed Amy's instructions, kneeling over, placing her heart shaped ass and dripping pussy in front of my leering gaze. Amy slid under her so they were face to face. She kissed Rachel tenderly on the nose and whispered, "You're going to love it." I leaned down, unable to resist her wet cunt, and gave Rachel a long, deep lick, starting up near the clit and diving deep into her pussy, drinking all of her nectar that would slide onto my tongue. Rachel emitted a primal, almost feral, "Unnnggh." "She's had enough of that," Amy barked. "Fuck her. But be gentle... At first." I lined up the head of my cock with her center, and slowly pushed myself in, finding only a token amount of resistance. Her cunt opened up for me, inviting me in to her smoldering core. Rachel exhaled, her breath coming out in a giant gush. "Do you like that, Rachel? Do you like feeling a cock in that pretty cunt of yours?" Amy asked, their faces only inches apart. Amy was stroking her cheeks softly, peppering her face with little kisses. Rachel nodded furiously. "Do you want him to fuck you? Do you want him to ravish you, to rail you, to fuck your brains out?" Hesitation. Then more nodding. Amy looked up at me, grinning. "What are you waiting for?" I accelerated from dirt road to the Autobahn, fucking Rachel for all I was worth, my hips a blur. Moans of gibberish streamed out of her mouth at a register an octave higher than her normal voice. My force on her hips rubbed her bald pubis against Amy's smoothness, the friction heating up them both. "Fuck her tight cunt! Fuck it hard!" Amy had produced a vibrator from nowhere, and was finding Rachel's clit. The first touch from the vibe set Rachel off into a screaming orgasm. Thirty second later, she came again, just as loudly. Another thirty seconds, and a third time her shriek pierced the air. I couldn't hold out any longer and, with a muted cry, came into her, filling the blonde's pussy with everything I had. When we all came down, we relaxed in their bed, the three of us, with Amy in the middle. I drifted off. A few hours later, I was woken by Amy's mouth on my cock. "You never got to come in my pussy. I haven't had that in a long time." Those words made me hard instantly, and she got up sat on my cock, sliding herself inside easily. She rode me in a confident rhythm, her eyes closed, her perfectly formed breasts bouncing. The stirrings woke Rachel up. She stared at Amy for a long time, and seemingly unconsciously began to stroke herself. Amy finally opened her eyes and noticed that Rachel was awake; they stared into each other's eyes for a long time. Finally, Rachel said meekly, "That looks like fun." "It is fun," Amy groaned, and suddenly, her hips spasmed in orgasm. "Fuck, this is fun. Do you want a turn?" Rachel nodded violently. Amy considered for a moment, still riding my cock in her measured, directed strokes. "You can ride his cock. But sit on his face first, make sure he gets you wet. Then you can get up here." Rachel clambered up, placing her smooth pussy against my face. I gave her a few loving nips on her pubis, and then a long deep lick inside her, finding her deeply wet. "That's it, eat her cunt. Make her beg for more, suck on her sweet tooth til she's sore." I doubled my efforts, and Amy sped up, her cunt running up and down on my cock at a prodigous rate. After she came, she clambered off of me. Rachel took Amy's place, and rode my cock, slowly at first, but quickly was wildly bucking, her rosy tipped tits flinging themselves everywhere. Amy was on top of me in a 69 position, lapping at the point where Rachel and I joined, while I returned the favor. When Rachel came for a final time, I was just about to come with her, but she bucked so furiously, she freed me from her pussy. Amy immediately stuffed my cock into her mouth and I came for the last time, shooting all that was left in me down her velvet throat. "Well, it wasn't my pussy, but I'm still glad you came inside of me, at least once," Amy mused. We all slept for another hour, and then I left them both, spooning in their bed, Amy's hand wrapped around Rachel, cupping one of her fabulous tits. When I finally made it back to our hotel room, Rose was in bed, just waking, her hair strewn across her face; sticky with what may have been sweat, may have been come. The room was filled with the scent of sex; I smelled the rich curry and coffee smell of her arousal mingled with the acerbic gin and sweat smell of a man, and someone was using the shower. She gave me a rueful grin. Every Night is Saturday Night "Some chaperone you are," she said. I replied, "What are best friends for?"