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Heat

By: Kimisco



I couldn't sleep at all. It was just too hot. Even as a native Texan, this heat was dizzying and uncomfortable, and with a broken air conditioner, I had to rely on the cool air of the night. And on this night in particular, even it was failing me. My eyes stayed open to the darkness and my body continued its shifting even to the point where I had kicked off the sheets. The comforter had long since been discarded to his side of the bed and the sheets soon joined it, leaving me exposed to the faintest breeze from the fan on my side of the bed. But it simply served to blow the hot air around, not cool me.

I sat up in the bed and looked at his peaceful form wrapped in sheets, shaking my head softly whilst musing at how different we were. My legs swung out and to the side before lifting me out of the bed and I walked slowly across the room to the open window, trying not to stir up too much more heat. Upon reaching the window, I stood there, catching minor gusts that barely even rustled the trees outside. So I settled for sitting in the chair and staying awake, getting my tiny bursts of relief every now and again. The amber glow of a street light came in as well, leaving a tiny bit of me exposed to our neighbors across the apartments' courtyard should they be up too.

But of course they wouldn't be awake. They had a working unit.

The light curved with my body, changing my skin from brown to amber while highlighting my chest and my face before fading to nothing where my legs came up to touch the rest of my body. The fan next to me oscillated, helping a bit every few seconds, fluttering my short bangs in the air. Finally, cooler gusts blew in from outside as clouds rolled into town, and I sighed in relief. My head nodded forward onto my knees and I teetered on the edge of consciousness for a moment before I heard the flutter of sheets.

"You're up?" I heard him ask. Even in the darkness, I could see his facial features shift with his question, his face ever expressive. I nodded lazily against my knees and smiled at him, knowing that the light from outside would help him see me. "Come back to bed." I shook my head and wrinkled my nose in disgust.

"It's too hot in the bed. It's cold over here," I muttered, making him nod slowly and get up. His pallid skin was illuminated as he got closer to me, and I realized that he had discarded his boxers before getting in bed. His long lean body was on display for me, and my stomach fluttered and then tightened into knots at the sight of him. There was smooth skin with the tiniest hint of muscular definition, tiny scars from his younger days - although, he wasn't old - as well as moles and freckles that caught my attention. Trimmed chest hair made him feel more refined, despite how his scruffy facial hair made him look sometimes.

He stopped in front of me and leaned down, kissing my forehead before moving lower and kissing my lips. He lingered a breath away from me and I felt his eyes prying into mine. "You're right, it is cooler over here." I nodded again and reached out, wrapping my arms around his neck as he lowered himself to his knees in front of me. I lowered my own knees until my feet touched the floor and he inched closer to me, lips connecting again with hunger. Our breath mixed as our tongues tangled, and his arms slid in between my body and the chair, pulling me out to him until I was just at the edge. He leaned up against me, pressing his chest against mine, moaning softly at the feeling of my breasts. The cooling gusts from outside had hardened my nipples into knots and his hand soon came up to play with one, rolling in between his fingers.

His mouth left mine, roaming down to my neck, just under my chin. A soft sound left my mouth and I wrapped my legs around his body as he nestled closer to me. He sucked gently and grazed his teeth against me a few times before moving lower, lips wrapping delicately about a nipple. His tongue rolled the nubbin and his eyes flicked up to meet mine in the dim light. I pushed his hair away from his face and tangled my own fingers in the thick strands. I lost track of one of his hands for a moment until I felt him brush gently against my mound. His eyes stayed locked on me as I chewed on my lip, and his lips curved in a smile as he plunged a single long digit inside.

I gasped audibly and nudged him closer, ankles locking around his torso. He chuckled and dragged his finger in and out, curving into a 'come hither' motion when he was fully imbedded. He gave my nipple one last lick before moving down further, lips kissing and dragging lightly along me. His finger withdrew and he licked the length of it before giving a few tentative licks to my nether-lips. My thighs tensed up and my hips rocked out to him, begging for more as my teeth dug into my lip again. He locked his own lips around me, around my clit and swirled his tongue playfully before running it down and inside of me. His fingers parted my lips and he drove his tongue in and out quickly before lapping at me like a giant kitten. My fingers tightened in his hair and pulled him closer to me, wanting more of him.

He looked up at me from his position, lovely eyes boring into mine. A wire looped over and over inside of me and I cried out time and time again as he went at it with a ferocity that screamed how much he wanted me. My hips rolled with his movements and my body shuddered, desperate for release. But just as I gasped, signaling how close I was, he stopped. Dissatisfied whimpers left me and I looked down at him, lips pouting between my teeth.

"Come here," he said after licking the taste of me from his lips. I lifted myself from the chair and moved down, settling my hips atop his, but not allowing him entrance. He kissed me again, a faint hint of myself lingering on him. His hips rocked up against me, his cock rubbing my clit teasingly. He greedily took in the sharp breath I released and then the moan as he rocked hard against me. I felt his cock weeping sticky cum against our bellies as he moved against me eagerly, wanting to come inside. His arms tightened around me as I grinded back just as eagerly, and a panicked sound came from his throat as if he was begging to be let in.

I lifted myself up again just enough to position him beneath me and his lips fastened tightly to mine in a burning kiss just as I slid myself over him. He thrust up into me as I moved down, making me gasp against his mouth. His tongue slid in again and tangled with mine as I slowly fucked myself onto him. His hips rose up to meet my own over and over again and his hand was hot against my ass as he groped me eagerly. His other hand busied itself at my chest, tweaking and rolling a nipple yet again. My own hands were in his hair and splayed against his back, urging him deeper inside me.

My voice escaped in a yelp as he drove in quickly a few times, his hips rolling effortlessly beneath me. The head of his cock nudged around inside of me and I moaned deeply at the feeling, pulling myself tightly against him.

"Are you close?" he asked, eyes locked on mine again in a half-lidded stare like it was too hard to think at the moment. When I didn't answer, he gave another sharp thrust in, making my fingers curl against his skin with a quick jolt of pleasure.

"Yes," I breathed, voice trembling. He gave a soft 'Mmm' in response, slowing his pace and dragging himself in and out slowly and softly. My own hips matched his speed and my breath came out raggedly. The waves of feeling rolled across me in slow tremors and I begged softly for more, for him to speed up again and push me over the edge. He simply smiled and complied, moving with me to a faster pace once again before my breath left me and my world spun. I cried out a few times and kept moving against him even as my body trembled, wanting to share the bliss he had given me.

"Soon," he whispered. I nodded and squeezed tightly around him, making him utter a gasp of surprise. He caught a strangled sound with his teeth and lips before jerking beneath me, body caught in the grip of an orgasm. His head leaned back and his lips pressed against my neck, teeth and tongue playing a role as well as I felt his cock twitch inside of me. Soon enough he relaxed and loosened his grip on me, smiling lazily. I leaned forward and kissed him softly a few times, lips lingering against his for a moment. "Now will you come back to bed?" I nodded, our foreheads rubbing, before I disengaged myself hesitantly, arms and legs unwinding from around him and turning to rubber even as I stood. He stood as well and caught me by the wrist, pressing his lips to mine in another kiss.

We made our way back to the bed eventually and settled in it, draping the sheets over us both. We didn't touch, the heat finally pressing in on our skin again, but our eyes closed in the midst of it, his peacefully, mine reluctantly. We both knew that it would only be a matter of time before I was up again, and doing who knows what.

Heat



There you were in my crystal ball again. This time I saw a premonition of tonight. There is a full moon tonight and since it's the second full moon in the month, it's a Blue Moon, so there will be extra energy in the air. I have built my fire in a clearing in the woods and, as I dance around it, slowly, hips in motion, arms above my head, I hum quietly. I'm no longer the High Priestess with the coven, having grown tired of the constant bickering. Now, I worship the Goddess alone and in my own way. As I turn in circles, my hair floats around me and my face and body glow in the light of the fire. I have always danced sky clad (in the nude) because I love the feel of the heat from the fire on my skin.

Of course, I know you are there, just out side the clearing, watching me. Just as I know that you have become hard and excited. In my mind I can see your face as your tongue darts across your lips. I look in your direction so you will know that I'm aware of you. 

I stop dancing but continue to hum quietly as I smile and walk toward you, holding out my hand. When I pull you to your feet, I see you looking at my firm breasts, to my rounded hips and then your eyes stop below my waist. Smiling, I kiss each side of your face in turn. My arms circle your neck, and as I press up against you I can feel your hardness against my thigh. You kiss me gently, just barely tugging my bottom lip with yours. I stand on my toes and whisper into your ear that you will play God to my Goddess tonight, and you nod. After I have helped you to pull your T-shirt over your head, you drop it on the ground and take me into your arms, kissing me again. This time your tongue explores my mouth, and finding my tongue you suck it gently. I bite your lip now and when my hard nipples rub against your chest, I bite a bit harder and feel that hot stirring inside me, soon to be followed by the wetness you cause between my legs. 

Backing away, I reach for the buttons of your shorts so I can release your hardness into my hand. After stroking you several times, you finish removing your shorts, tossing them aside with your shirt. Taking your hand I lead you toward the fire where I am able to see you better. You are well endowed, better than any other man I have had. Leaning close I kiss you, standing on my toes again to make sure that I am able to rub myself against you to pleasure myself. My tongue moves to your neck, where I enjoy the taste of you. I love the taste a man, and you taste a little like salt and excitement. I continue to rub myself against your hardness, and as I bite your shoulder I cum with an explosion of wetness against you, and moan quietly.

As I pull away I see a small trickle of blood where my teeth had been, a reminder of the wonderful orgasm I have just experienced. My mouth works it's way down your chest, my tongue parting the hair in search for your nipple. At last I find it, and lightly flick it between my teeth. I suck and nibble, while my fingers tease your other nipple. 

Kneeling, my tongue continues it's way down again, stopping only when it reaches the hair above your hardness. When I look up, I see you looking at me and my hand circles your rod. Placing just the head into my mouth, I suck gently while my tongue circles around its velvety softness. Again, the taste of you is different here, and I think I like this taste the best. While working on the head, my hand is pumping you slowly and I hear an intake of breath when my teeth rub against that velvet. Not wanting to wait any longer, I swallow you all the down to the bottom of your shaft and very slowly, with my lips wrapped tightly around you, I slip back to the top of you again. Your hands are wrapped in my hair, as if you can control the movements of my mouth. I have never been one to be controlled in any way. 

I run the tip of my tongue beneath the head and then all the way down the front of you, only to return again to the top. After several of these movements I feel your hands tighten in my hair, but still I'm not ready, yet. With my hand wrapped around your hardness, I take what is not enclosed with my hand and begin to move up and down, my lips in unison with my hand. Slowly at first, up and then down, up and then down again. Again your hands tighten in my hair so I increase the speed of the movement of my hand and mouth, up and down, up and down. Your hands are grasping my hair so tightly that it hurts, so I remove my hand now and just use my mouth. I bury you deep in my throat and stop for a moment but then I move back again slipping my mouth my up to the head, flicking it with my tongue. I repeat this motion again and again, still moving slowly but knowing I need to quicken my pace. 

So my motions of sliding my mouth up and down your hardness increases it pulse, sliding up and down more quickly now. Your breathing is ragged and I know you are going to cum so I bury you deep in my throat and stop. My thumb and finger circle the base of you and squeeze, keeping you from cumming yet. I hear you swear and pull my hair so I go down on you again, quickly now up and down, up and down, and as I feel a sudden throbbing in you I swallow you whole while you explode, shooting your cum deep into my throat. After a couple smaller thrusts accompanied by your shudders, I slip up your shaft until you are free of my mouth. I lick your head several times and decide that this it the taste of a man that I like best.

After we have dressed again we douse the fire and walk back down the hillside. I'm humming again and you are smiling. It's good to be a God on the night of the Blue Moon. 



Heat



I walk in the halls, looking at almost every guy that passes by me. I look at their face and think, about how good their kiss would be, or maybe something totally else. I smile at that and try to forget it. I look at their body and think how good it would feel to have their body on mine, the pressure of their weight crushing mine sweetly. 

I moan as I think this. Why does this have to be? I ask myself. 

I'm against the wall waiting for my teacher to open the door, then I noticed that I'm rubbing up against it like a cat would. I wonder if anybody saw me, and shrank into the room trying to forget this all to together but not suceeding very well. 

My thoughts go to guys. To imagine him and me having a bit of fun. Fun that scares and excites me. Oh boy! Stop it, stop it! I ordered myself. No more thinking! I cry . But my thoughts don't listen, they keep coming and going. Making my mind a blur of wanting and squiming in my seat. 

Now I'm alone in the hall, on a college campus, with a hot guy at his locker with nobody around. Oh boy! My mind cries fearfully. Here I go.

My feet crept silently towards him, my mind whirling with thoughts of what I was going to do with him. I'm filled with eagerness and lust and just can't wait to get to him. My mind cries out to me, telling me to stop, but I pay no heed.

I get to him and run my fingers greedily up his back, feeling the contours of muscles which just made me the more hotter. He starts to turn around and I pull him against me, turn him around, and kiss him hard. At first he struggled, but then deepens the kiss. I pull him closer and felt both our matched urgencies.

My heat that was just embers a minute ago was stoked to a blazing bonfire. He nibbled on my earlobe and I felt my knees go weak. Then he worked his way down with his mouth and bit at the side of my neck. Which made me moan and clutch at him, and my knees unhinged. I would have tumbled to the floor if he didn't have a tight grip on me. 

I lay my hands on his chest feeling his warmth and sudden wanting came to me to touch his skin. I wanted it, no I needed it. So I then tugged off his shirt and felt his warm skin. 

I smiled and lay my lips against his shoulder and my tongue slipped out and tasted his saltly skin. I bit him lightly then and he shuddered in response.

He looked down at me, smiles and then kisses me hard, with the same built-up hunger that matched my own. His hands slides out of the curve of my back and up to cup my breast. I sigh as he touches me and want more. 

My hands fumble at his pants, trying to unbutton them. I could feel my heart pounding and the craving and need throb and pulse inside me. His hands slip off my shirt and fumble with the clasp on the back of my bra. My bra then flutters to the floor as he strips it off of me. 

Suddenly I heard footsteps coming down the hall and panic starts racing through my mind. I grab our clothes and tugged at his hand to follow me down the other hall.  We then slipped into another room and I immediately kissed him hard from the rush of almost being caught. 

My arms were around his neck, tugging him closer to me, when he stumbles and fell back with out me onto the floor. 

A grin spread across my lips as I saw him lying there. I then slowing went down and sat on his stomach. I greedily ran my hands across his chest and let my mouth kiss him everywhere that I could see skin. My tongue darting here and there to taste him.

Slowly I kissed down his chest which made him breathe more heavily. His chest rising and falling in antisapation.

I slowly made my way down his body and finished taking off his pants. I then got off and slowly took my own off along with my blue g-string. I then straddled him. 

His swollen cock just touching my wet entrance and I slowly took him inside me. Filling me whole. I gasped as I fully went down on him. He was that big that it almost hurt but it didn't stop me, merely only stoked my need. 

His hands slid up against my thighs and onto my hips. He then slid me up and down on his swollen shaft, setting the hypnotic rhythm.  I moaned as the sweet pleaure filled me. I moaned and he pulled me down so he could kiss me. His hands then slid up my soft sides and to my breasts. He pulled and pinched at my nipples and my breasts were more fuller and firmer than they ever were before. 

I couldn't stand it anymore, I wanted more. I went down on him harder, faster, deeper, but it wasn't enough for him. He gripped my hips and did it himself, but so much more faster and harder that I could barely scream out my pleasure. It was now so much fuller and sweeter and it all consumed me. 

I bit my lip from the sweetest bliss, and a moan escaped my lips. I never felt so whole and powerful in my life. 

"Oh god!' I groaned. I then cried out over and over as my climax hit me. But the pleasure continued over and over, filling me whole. 

He then groaned out and climaxed himself, with me crying out with him. I lay atop of him, we both breathing heavily. We laid there together and dozed for awhile. 

When I woke, it was dark outside. I picked up my head and found myself resting next to him with his arm around my waist. What did I do? My mind cried. Had some fun, it answered back with amusement. 

I got up slowly and put my clothes back on. I then looked down at him and saw that I at least picked a cute one. I smiled. 

He opened his brown eyes and saw me, and said, "Hey beautiful." His vocie was deep and sexy, it made my toes curl. He smiled and I saw he was really attractive when he smiled and I just wanted to curl back against him again but stopped myself before I could. 

I smiled back, unable to resist, and said, "I have to get home."

"Alright I'll take you." My heart pounded at that. I wasn't sure if this was a good idea anymore. He got to his feet and dressed and we went out to his car. 

In the car we road in silence. "By the way, I'm . . . " and gave me his name. 

Heat filled my cheeks and I smiled. I then told him mine. We both smiled and laughed, and the tension eased away from us. 

Soon enough we reached my house, but I stayed in the car, not sure what to say. It also seemed to me he wanted to say something as well, so I waited.

"Umm . . .I had a good time tonight." He said nervously with a smile. 

"Me too." I said with amusement flickering in my vocie. 

"Umm . . ." He paused, not sure where to go with this. "I was wondering . . ." He paused again. "If, you would like, we could hang out again, sometime. "  I smiled. "Sure. I'll be your girlfriend." 

He looked at me, as if not believeing me of what I just said. I nodded and he smiled. 

"Pick me up at 7 tomorrow." I said softly. I then leaned over and kissed him and he kissed me back. It tasted so good that I wanted to stay and have another little go around. I smiled and got out of the car. 

At least in this time of heat, I had a good time and got a nice cute boyfriend. With my heat gone, I was free. But I couldn't wait til the next heat came around with my new boyfriend. I just had to smile.



Heat



The night was cold, but the bed was nicely warm. Six hours without electricity was definitely annoying, and still the blizzard howled outside, the rapid winds sweeping over and around the small house. This was why I had not wanted my husband to accept the job transfer, even though the accompanying raise was definitely what we would need to have a good start on our child's college fund. 

To his credit, Daniel was prepared with everything except a generator. From his many backpacking and camping experiences as a teenager, he had enough food and water and supplies so that we could eat and drink and keep warm and see at night for more than a week without requiring outside assistance. Having been born and raised in southern Arizona and having rarely ever seen snow with my own eyes, the northern winter climate had been terrifying in theory, and was proving a little less than terrifying in practice. 

Having done his final check of all the windows and doors to ensure they were properly sealed and that the pipes had not frozen, Daniel returned to the bedroom. "Everything's fine, hon," he assured me, setting his flashlight atop one of the dressers. "Are you naked?" 

I nodded. "Yeah, but I still don't understand why we need to be naked in a blizzard." 

"Body heat," he countered as he began to undress. "Without the clothes, more body heat will be trapped within the blankets to keep us warm." 

"That'll help for all of... what, two degrees of heat?" 

"In my opinion, two degrees is better than no degrees. At least you'll be sharing body heat with me, not with a skinned mountain lion." 

He actually had the gall to laugh at my disgusted expression. If not for the fact that I loved him and almost certainly needed him and his winter survival knowledge to get through my first blizzard and its aftermath, I likely would have forced him to sleep on the couch. 

When Daniel pulled back the covers, the rush of cool air sent shivers through me. When his bare leg touched mine, the flash of cold instantly settled in my nipples. 

Then, without warning, he took me into his arms and held me fiercely. 

"Shit!" I yelped, his cooler skin such an unexpected contrast with the previous warmth of the bed that I shivered against him. "Get away!" I beat his shoulder, trying to push him back, but he held me firmly, not allowing me to escape as I struggled to get away from him. 

"Just think of me as a swamp monster molesting a nubile young woman who ventured into the wrong place at the wrong time." 

"Not helping!" 

His chuckle was infuriating as he squeezed me even more firmly against his chilled form. But soon my body heat warmed him, and although he was still cool compared to the previous warmth of the bed when I was by myself underneath the covers, his presence transformed from maddening to calming. 

"Is this better?" Daniel asked softly into my ear. 

I simply nodded, finding that my hand was roaming his warming flesh. My caresses caused him to stir against me, and then I recognized another reason to be naked in bed during a blizzard. 

"You just wanted us to be naked tonight so you could fuck me." 

He chuckled again, but this time it was not such an infuriating sound. "That's one of the fringe benefits of sharing body heat like this with someone you like." 

"Only like? Three years of marriage and two years of dating before that equals 'only like?'" 

He silenced me with a kiss, a slow, heartwarming kiss which did much to further dispel the coolness of his bare body. As he warmed, so did I - in more than just body. 

"No fucking," he whispered, maneuvering me to my back and sliding atop me as my thighs naturally parted for him. "Only lovemaking tonight." 

He prepared me with his fingers, kissing me and swallowing my soft mews of delight as I stroked him to maintain his readiness. And when at last the moment arose, he pressed into me with great care, as if entering me for the first time. 

We made love, generating still more heat underneath the thick, weighty covers. Unheard was the swirling wind. Forgotten was the immeasurable snow. Unfelt was the numbing cold. All that remained was a loving couple slowly working toward a perfect moment of intimate unity, and when my voice pierced the air, he ground against me to prolong my release, keeping me full as he tugged at a nipple, riding my pleasure until he could no longer contain his own. 

My husband was still inside me as I drifted into slumber, and when I awoke, it was to the sound of the furnace engaging to provide a more mundane heat in the bedroom.



Heat



A cool breeze brushed around the corners of the motionless fire trucks with a soft whistle, then carried the last remnants of heat into the dark night. After the 100-plus-degree day, the shadow and shade of the department bays felt cool and refreshing.

I unbuttoned the top of my shirt to cool the scalding temperature of my body and shuddered as a set of chills crawled up my spine and set in my shoulders. The eerie sensation of being watched made the hair on my neck prickle and I turned around to greet whomever was in the bays with me. Not seeing anyone, I shook off the feeling and slowly walked along the fire trucks and into the back of the bays where the rows of lockers sat faceless, coats hung up on hooks, pants and boots neatly placed on the bottom in constant readiness.

Above the lockers were the names of the firefighters and personnel. I walked to the last locker and looked up at the name, M. Donovan. Reaching up, I traced my fingers along the ridges and grooves of the white name plaque, remembering the first time I had seen him, my first day on the job.

Seventy-mile-an-hour winds were thundering against the 90-year old fire department building, bucking and rattling the windows with their force. To add madness to fury, the sirens on top of the station had been going off nearly non-stop for the past 15 minutes, alerting volunteers and staff to the fires and injuries being reported as a result of the summer storm. Firefighters and Emergency Medical Personnel rushed into and out of the building, answering calls in waves.

A flash of lightning briefly sucked the electricity out of the building and then receded in a deafening crack, causing the lights to glow brighter for a second before returning to normal as Matt rushed through the door. Dressed in jeans and boots, he was still struggling into his department shirt. Sweat from the muggy heat outside glistened on his bare chest as rivulets of moisture gathered around the sculpted muscle, trickling down. He carried himself with an air of self-confidence as he walked forward, his dark head bent over his task.

As his hands, beautiful, long-fingered, and strong, finished buttoning the shirt, I squelched a pang of disappointment that the view of his chest had been so quickly and expertly covered. Then he had looked up, and I had been startled into immobility, staring.

"Hey, Chief! What'd I miss?" The beginning of a smile played at the corner of his mouth.

Chief Roy chuckled and gave an approving look to the newcomer. "Thanks for joining us, Matt! Running in late as usual, I see."

Matt grinned. "Couldn't be helped, Sir. I was babysitting the twins and had to wait for my sister to get back. Luckily, she heard the sirens and sped up her shopping. I can't believe how many diapers those two rugrats need."

Still smiling, Chief Roy shook his head. I listened as he started running through the recent calls to which the department had responded. A house fire, which had required help from surrounding jurisdictions, was under control in the southwest corner of the city, a minor fender-bender with one injury had occurred near the college, and a possible stroke had the Paramedics leaving, their lights and sirens whirring.

I let his voice trail off and continued to look at Matt. There had been more to him than just his looks. He carried an air of electricity that charged the room just by his being in it. I wondered briefly if the electric flash that had occurred just before he charged in had happened, or if I had imagined it as a precursor to the man. Noticing that the conversation between Matt and the Chief was ending, I put a smile on my lips and looked up.

"Just do me a favor and hang out here for a few minutes. The way this day has been, we'll get another call in a few seconds, and I'll need you."

"You got it, Boss."

"Oh, before I forget, this is Mackenzie. She's just hired on in the customer service position. Show her around and make her feel at home, will you?"

Stunned by the full force of Matt's attention on me, I felt more than saw the Fire Chief move away. I had thought Matt was beautiful before, but his features were incredible up close. I did a quick once over, noting the boyish smile, kitten-gray eyes, and strong jaw. Head to toe, he was a wet dream waiting to happen.

And my assessment hadn't gone unnoticed. A knowing smile spread across his mouth, and I watched as he allowed himself the luxury of doing the same. I flushed as his eyes traveled over my body unhurriedly, making me feel as though he were undressing me slowly in his mind. His eyes traveled down over my breasts, and the caress of his gaze put them on high alert. I almost groaned aloud as that same intent look traveled over my hips and a trickle of juice escaped my body. One look and I was ready for him.

His assessment of my body traveled to my tanned legs, mostly bare in the black mini skirt, and then back up. A broad smile spread across his mouth when he noticed on the return trip that my breasts had hardened into stiff peaks, and then, finally, the full weight of his gaze settled back on my face.

In a low, husky voice, unmarred by amusement, he said, "Ma'am, something tells me that if we don't stay far away from each other, the next fire this department puts out will be ours."

I responded with a slow smile, my own voice thick with desire. "Something tells me you're right."

Now, three years later, I still wanted him. After that day, he had avoided me as much as possible, working closely only when necessary. His ability to walk away from that sexual tension had set me back a few steps. I started believing I had imagined the attraction, or, worse, that it was one-sided. My side.

My sexual curiosity was still on high alert, and my body could still make a bottle of K-Y jealous whenever I thought about him. He was no longer a wet dream waiting to happen. No, I'd had those dreams over and over and over again.

Once more, the prickly feeling of being watched shivered up my back and I looked around to be sure I wasn't alone. Footsteps echoed from behind one of the engines, and then Jeff and his wife Carol appeared.

"Hey, Mac." Jeff smiled a tired smile, a hint of sadness reflected back at me. "We sure are going to miss you."

"Don't worry, you two; I'll still be around. I'm not going far." I smiled and joked. "Besides, I figured you'd be relieved without me around to crack the whip and keep you all in place."

"This place won't be the same with out you." Carol impulsively hugged me, chuckling. "I almost feel sorry for the new department you're joining. They have no idea what a slave driver you are!"

"Thanks a lot." I laughed. "So, is the party over? Has everyone left now?"

"Yeah, everything's been cleaned up, and we're the last stragglers out the door." Carol responded. "Are you locking up?"

"Do you want us to wait for you?" Jeff asked.

Stifling a sharp pang of disappointment that I had missed saying goodbye to Matt, I rolled my eyes at them. "No, I don't need you to wait. Sheesh! How many times have I done this before? Besides, I heard that you had a babysitter for the night. Go home and take advantage of the alone time! I wouldn't be waiting for you if things were reversed." As they looked at each other, I marveled that sparks still appeared even though they had been married for fifteen years. "Go. I'll be fine."

Then, after one more hug from each of them, they disappeared out the side door, and the building grew silent. I loved this place. Every part of it. The smoky smell left over on the uniforms from hundreds of fires fought and conquered, the camaraderie of those who had worked side by side to destroy them. There was a magic about the building, and I would miss it.

A car engine sounded outside, the crunch of gravel beneath tires, and then they were gone. Everyone was gone. Matt was gone. Swallowing a lump of self-pity that welled up in my throat, I turned and looked at his locker and once more traced his name with my fingertips.

A sudden image of his fingertips tracing the grooves of my body flashed through my mind, and I groaned at the swift flash of want and disappointment that rushed through my core. As I had many times before while thinking of him, I felt my clit engorge and swell. I was powerless to stop or control the immediate reaction.

I caressed my breast with my free hand, the other still resting on his nameplate, the closest thing to him at that moment, and then moved my hand away from my breast to stroke the soft skin under my skirt. Through the fabric of my panties, I rubbed over the swollen nub, in a fruitless attempt to ease away the ache. After a few moments, I sighed and gave up, resigning myself to a night of sex alone. One that could begin just as soon as I'd locked up, dropped the keys through the slot in the door, and gone home.

I turned to walk back toward the front of the building, but stopped short. The hair on the back of my neck prickled and stood straight up. Although I was alone in the building, I still had the oddest sensation of being watched. I just couldn't seem to shake it.

I looked around slowly, trying to locate anything out of place, but there was nothing. No movement in the shadows. No sound. Cautiously, I began to walk forward, believing with each step that I was just being paranoid. Then, with a loud shutter and creak, the bay doors rocked in the rafters and began their rapid descent, closing. I jumped, stifling a small scream, and a cold sweat broke out along my arms and back at the unexpected action.

My heart hammered in my chest and I stood immobile, surprised by the revelation that someone else was there with me. Jeff and Carol had been mistaken about being the last out the door. It was probably someone I knew, I thought, relieved. I took a deep breath and walked toward the door, calling out to the unknown colleague. "Hello? Hey, I'm still in here. Hello?"

No one answered. "Hello? Anybody still in here?" Again, no sound came back to me. Exasperation at being unnecessarily frightened started taking the place of the horniness and fear of moments earlier. Sighing loudly, I started walking between the engines toward the front door, more than ready now to go home. And then the lights went out.

"Hello? Hey! I'm still in here!" I yelled. Since the light switch was located inside the bays, I knew that whoever had turned the lights off had to be able to hear me. But there was no answer. There was also no sound of a door opening and shutting. Someone was still in the bays. 

Adrenaline rushed through my veins. I tried to gain control of the fight or flight response and think about what I knew. I knew there was someone in the bays with me and that they didn't want me to know who they were. I also knew that being in the center of the bays as I was, I could be approached from almost any angle.

I glanced around at my surroundings. Although it was dark inside the bays, there were emergency lights spaced several feet apart around the walls. They allowed small pockets of light and cast shadows that seemed to grow and dance ominously.

I removed my shoes and eased sideways toward the back of one of the engines, watching for any sign of movement. Once there, I stopped again and looked around, searching. I needed to make it to the connecting door to the office, which was now one water tender and one rescue vehicle away.

My breath came in short gasps and seemed as loud as a dozen tornadoes in my ears. My heart hammered like thunder claps. The noise was so deafening I could hear nothing else. I peered around the engine, ready to make a break for the door.

One step and I was grabbed from behind, an arm encircling my waist, trapping my right arm to my side, and a hand covering my mouth. I screamed and fought with my left arm, moving it back in an attempt to connect with the solid figure behind me while trying to wiggle free. My screaming turned to sobbing and then the arm around my waist relaxed at the same time the oh-so-familiar voice reached my ears. "Shhh. Mac, it's me."

Hot lips connected with the skin on my neck and the husky timbre of his voice vibrated through me. A shudder coursed down my spine and my consciousness shifted from the fog of fear into the abyss of desire. The speed at which yearning took over made my knees weak and I melted against him.

His hands on my upper arms, he turned me so I could look at his face. Even in the shadow, I recognized the set of his square jaw, the way his hair fell against his forehead, and the sensuous curve of his lips. His breathing was hard and raspy, his body steely and tense, like a Cheetah coiled and ready to attack. I could feel his restraint and it only served to fuel my need. My senses sparked and ignited, kicking into high gear so that only he and I existed in that moment.

He pulled me closer, his hard body contouring to mine, his head resting against mine. "God, Mac, I've wanted this for so long," he gasped against my ear. "Please tell me you want this too...."

I opened my mouth to respond, but instead felt the sweet invasion of his tongue and tasted the lingering remnants of raspberry punch and chocolate cake. I groaned an "uh huh" and clawed at his back, showing without words my desperation. Three years of longing unfurled and charged forward with the force of passion.

Our tongues darted and danced, our teeth biting and nipping as we ravaged. I jerked the hem of his t-shirt from his shorts, pulling it up high enough to expose the sculpted muscle of his body and the hard peaks of his nipples. I relished each inch of flesh.

With almost brutal interest, I broke our kiss to suck on one of his nipples, thrilled at his quick intake of breath. He smelled like sunshine and spice, and for a moment nothing mattered except satisfying my curiosity about his taste. Releasing his nipple and letting his shirt fall, regretting that he was covered once more, I started to descend, easing my fingers under the waistband of his shorts.

"Oh, no, you don't." He chuckled, above me. I felt a hand weave through my shoulder-length brown hair, pulling me upright and snapping my head back. He nibbled along my throat as he moved me backward until the cold metal platform on the back of the pumper hit the back of my legs.

"Step up." His voice was husky and thick, and I grabbed the railing and hauled myself up to stand on the tailboard, looking for the steps, believing that our final destination would be the hose bed on top of the truck.

"No. Don't." He said, stopping me.

I looked down at him, and then shivered as his hands settled on my thighs. They moved upward, sliding my skirt higher as they climbed. Finally, at my hips, he paused. A glint of light flashed off metal and my breath caught in alarm when I realized he was holding a knife. Cold metal slid along my hip to the flat of my abdomen and the rip of fabric whispered in the quiet as he cut off my thong. 

A small laugh escaped at the unexpected move, but died in my throat when he suddenly knelt and his hot mouth clamped over the smooth skin of my sex. His tongue slithered between the folds of my pussy and brushed over my clit. My knees nearly buckled at the tender assault, and I grabbed for a handhold, my hands finding his head, my fingers weaving between the strands of his silky hair. I struggled to regain my equilibrium as his tongue continued its stabbing motion.

I eased my legs apart, gaining balance and giving him full access, something he quickly took advantage of by moving deeper, until finally he found my center. I had wanted him for so long. Had wanted to experience and ride the electric current that formed whenever he was close, and finally, fulfillment was near. Better than I could have fantasized or imagined. Repeatedly, he plunged and devoured, a torrential force that had me trembling and sobbing, begging for climax.

Instead, he stopped, and I cried out at the loss, my fingers digging into his scalp and pulling his hair in protest. I looked down at him, meeting his eyes. We stared at each other momentarily frozen in time and place, and then I felt his fingers move up my thighs. Felt them tangle in and play with the slick wetness between the folds of my sex. I felt the thick roughness of his thumb ease inside my tunnel causing a hot pool of liquid to escape and he let out a tormented groan.

He trembled beneath my hands and I removed my fingers from hair. I grabbed his shirt collar and pulled upward, desperately hoping he'd get the message to join me.

With lightning speed, he stood, his mouth covering mine in a fluid movement. The juice from my body covered his face and it felt cold on my nose, cheeks, and mouth. I inhaled the musky smell of my wetness and marveled at the combined taste of his mouth and my sex. Still aching with desire, I pulled him toward me, until his body molded against mine.

The solid length of his dick pressed against my stomach and I reached down to stroke it through his shorts. Then, in a bid to finish what I had started earlier, I eased my fingers under the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down.

His cock sprang forward, hard and seeking, and I reached down to caress the smooth length of him. Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I stroked upward, letting my fingertips finish the embrace by tickling around the ridge and pulling on the head, then sliding back down. Our mouths continued to ravish, and, with increasing insistence, I repeated the motion of my hand, until he was rocking back and forth against me.

I wanted him. I wanted to feel him inside me. I suddenly felt the longings of three years gang up on me, pushing me to finish what we had started. I relinquished my grip and reached for his hand. Turning, I climbed the stairs to the top of the engine, pulling him with me.

The cord of the fire hose felt coarse beneath my ass as I sat down, but I barely paid it attention as Matt finished climbing up behind me. I reached out, pulled his shirt off, and then unbuttoned mine the rest of the way, wanting the skin-to-skin contact as we fucked. I lay down, and, with desperate roughness, he positioned himself between my legs. Hard, fast, and with violent purpose, we came together, selfish in our mutual conquest. Together we moved, savage and merciless, each of us seeking out the volcanic end.

The heat of the day lingered in the ceiling a mere foot above us, bathing our bodies in sweat as we bucked and rocked. My nipples turned into stone pebbles as they rubbed against the hair on his chest. The smell of him was intoxicating. I trembled. He pushed up with his arms above me and I felt him drive deeper inside as we continued to move together, my hips rising to meet him with each thrust. I reached up to play with his nipple, making it hard against my palm, and felt the hammering of his heart.

He went to one hand, the other expertly traveling down my body until he reached my clit and began to massage. I gasped at the immediate reaction of my body's race to climax, becoming mindless in my quest to spill over the edge of sanity. Hard and urgent, we came together, the slap of our bodies shattering the silence of the department bays.

His cock became steel inside me, and I thrilled at the sensation. I climbed higher and higher, my nerves coiling tightly and then exploding outward as I came. Above me, he shuddered and, with a low growl, joined me in release. Together, we rode a shooting star and fell back to earth with it.

We stilled, our bodies joined. Savoring the feeling of satisfaction that seeped through my bloodstream, I sighed, content. His ragged breathing evened, and he shifted to relax beside me. Lying down on his side, he propped his head up with one hand and looked at me.

"I've waited a long time to do that." He chuckled. "Ever since the first time I walked through the door and saw you."




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I smiled. "Me, too. I was so disappointed when it looked like it wasn't going to happen." I turned on my side to face him and rested my head in the bend of my arm. "Why did you wait so long?"

His face, in shadow, clouded for a moment. "A sense of honor, maybe? It didn't seem right to get involved with someone I worked with...." His voice trailed off and he sighed, but then his humor returned and he grinned. "I think I applied to about ten different jobs before I learned you were leaving."

"I'm glad you didn't get any of them. This place needs you." I thought back to that first meeting. "So, in the beginning, you said we should stay as far away from each other as possible. What do you think now?"

"Well, Ma'am, now I believe we should stick as close together as possible." Then his lips recaptured mine, more demanding this time, and I rolled back, carrying him with me.



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A quick story...

I knew what I wanted from the moment she walked into the kitchen.

She was the first piece of ass that I'd ever welcomed into my home and into my young life on a regular basis. I didn't love her, but I discovered that I loved having her around. Loved fucking her hard a few times on a Saturday night and slowly all morning long on a Sunday. I didn't care what my buddies in the Corps said, I wasn't settling down. I was just fulfilling a basic need, and more regularly than they were.

Her clothes hugged her body tightly, emphasizing all of her generous curves. Her long, slender neckline plunged into the fabric of a blouse that struggled to contain the swell of her huge, round breasts. But it was her ass that captured my imagination. And all the things I could do with it, and to it. I knew intimately what was under her skirt. The softness of her flesh, the rose petals of her primary treasure, and the tightness of her asshole. 

I wanted her then. Real bad.

And I could see from the look in her hazel eyes that she wanted me too. Wanted what I had to offer. Like a bitch in heat. I could smell the need on her.

Sweat rolled down into my eyes, as I casually wiped the back of my hand across my forehead, and then running it back over the precise haircut that marked me as one of the few, the proud.

Her eyes hungrily followed the movement of my hand, watching the sweat drip down onto the tile floor, as her eyes traced the defined lines of my powerful forearms and stopped hovering where the meaty flesh of my biceps curled into powerful round guns, swelling with eighteen inches of power. But she didn't stop there. My baby loved my powerful arms, but she also loved my strong chest, broad with muscle where it hung against a six pack so defined that you could scrub your clothes on it. And I'd just gotten back from the long, satisfying run that had followed my early morning session in the gym. My bronzed skin glowed in the early morning light of the kitchen under the slick dampness of raw, male sweat.

I saw her give an involuntary shudder and knew that she was mine as sure as I knew my own name. Mine for as long as I wanted her.

"You look fucking hot today, darlin."

She flushed with pleasure. She couldn't help herself.

"I'm going to be late for work," she reminded me. She grabbed a piece of toast that was sitting on the counter.

"I don't know why you can't get up when I do," I suggested to her.

I walked up to where she was standing. Her eyes near the level of my shoulders. She enjoyed my muscles immensely, but not as much as my dick. 

"Maybe if you hadn't wanted to fuck me that third time last night," she offered suggestively, "I might have had a bit more stamina this morning."

She took another bite of the toast and offered me what was left.

"There is that," I agreed happily. "But you've got the most amazing ass. Sometimes I just can't help myself."

I took an enthusiastic bite of the toast, relishing the taste of the butter as it hit my tongue, and I grabbed her bottom with my other hand and gave her a very pleasant squeeze.

My dick had begun to stiffen when I had first set eyes on her a few minutes ago. My mind had taken a pleasant wander down memories from last night. Memories of a Sunday we'd spent making love on the couch, and later in the evening in bed. Filling her up that night not once, not twice, but three times until my cum leaked out of her pussy and down my balls with each thrust.

She may have felt tired this morning, even I felt a little tired after my run, but her proximity to my body was giving me new energy.

Her short black skirt got me even more horny than my already overactive male hormones normally required of me to be a man. My dick was now raging against the tight lycra confines of my running shorts.

"Is Harvey still giving you trouble at work?" I wondered with my mouth full of the last piece of toast, my fingers still groping her ass, full of her warm flesh as all good manners flew out the window.

I gave her a powerful squeeze to encourage her answer.

Her face was dangerously close to my chest and she breathed in my musky odor before she responded.

"Nothing I can't handle," she said.

Oh, fuck! She was hot. So very hot. She'd been mine from the time we met in a bar one night five long months ago. But at the time she'd been Harv's woman. Now she belonged to me.

"You want me to speak to him?"

"No," she told me quickly. "Besides I know what you mean by that. He doesn't need a visit by some angry jarhead. Or his fellow Marines. No matter how much he may or may not deserve it."

Damn she was cute. And sassy. I liked them sassy.

"Who's the better lover?" I asked her. "Me or Harv?" I pulled her tight against me.

"You are," she replied, looking up at me with those big dark eyes. "You know you are."

"Tell me."

"You are bigger, better and harder," she breathed. "Everywhere it counts."

"Do you need to be reminded?"

"As if anyone needed to be reminded after last night."

I reached down behind her and under her skirt, my index finger rubbing against her pussy through the silky material of her panties.

"I think you do need reminding," I said firmly.

"Marc," she pleaded, "I'm going to be late!"

"And I want you to let Harv know," I told her.

"Know what?" Her eyes were curious.

"How good it was."

My finger pushed aside the fabric and slipped into the hole. I heard the moan escape from her lips.

"So good," she breathed.

Yeah! Hook, line and sinker. She was mine. I felt the dampness around my finger as fluid leaked copiously from that tight hole that I'd grown to love so much.

"Oh, you definitely fucking need to be reminded," I stated gruffly. "And so does Harv."

He response as I started finger fucking her was deep and guttural, something growling and purring.

"The next time that sonuvabitch lays his hands on my woman. I will break both his arms."

The threat of violence against her former lover really revved up her engine. And she melted into me. Her silken blouse pressed against the dampness of my chest, her breasts crushed there. My woman was old fashioned, and she liked having a man big enough and strong enough to protect her. I wasn't going to let her leave my house without marking her pussy as mine. She wasn't going to work unless it was carrying a load of my cum insider her. He arms snaked around my broad back, grasping onto whatever muscles she could get a hold of.

I lifted her up by her waist to meet my mouth. At just over one hundred pounds she was less than half my weight and felt light as a feather to me with the power of my upper body. I was used to doing dozens of weighted pull-ups and my arms had that very morning curled a lot more than this little lady weighed.

In response to my aggression her mouth eagerly met mine. Tongue questing into my kiss, surprising me slightly at how eager she was to have me.

She was in my arms, but I set her down on the edge of the sturdy kitchen table. Her skirt hiked up around her thighs, and I spread her legs apart kneeling down between them.

I pulled aside the thin fabric and exposed that tight little shaven cunt. Dark and dusky. An inheritance I supposed from her Spanish mother. It was flushed and agitated from the earlier round with my fingers. She used her hand to spread the pussy lips apart for me and give me a better view of the delicate cunt. I noticed all the perfect folds of her tight tunnel and couldn't help the overwhelming wave of desire that I felt flood through my dick and up to my head. I could smell her fresh, clean aroma mixed with something sensual and musky and pushed my nose against her hole to breath it in.

Her hand came up behind my head and pushed me forward, cradling me gently and encouraging me at the same time. I adjusted the angle of my head and pulled back enough to let my tongue slither along the cavity. The taste of her juice flooded my tongue like an elixir and I dove back in with increased power. First short full strokes and then longer, lapping at her like a dog. Finally after much enjoyment on both our parts, bringing my whole mouth to bear on her flesh, sucking on her with abandon. She enjoyed this best of all, and I knew it would make her cum. She loved my long tongue pushing inside her where my cock had been, and would be again very shortly.

"Fuck!" she moaned. "Eat my pussy baby. Eat it! Eat it!"

I didn't need to be told twice as she stoked my thick corded neck and shoulders, occasionally running a hand down the length of my stubbled cheek. And all the while pushing me against her flesh if I wasn't doing my job hard enough.

My hands caressed her smooth thighs as I kept her stationary on the table.

"Oh, darlin," I said pulling away momentarily. "That's a damn fine pussy. You make me so hard, you make me want to fuck you."

But it wasn't good enough. She needed to cum. I needed her to cum.

"Cum for me baby," I said as I went back to work with renewed intent.

I knelt worshipping at the hole of this goddess. My bitch was hot. She had perfect, round hips and the most sensual ass. Her heavenly bottom was mirrored by the curves of her full, round breasts, each sporting a large dusky nipple. Too bad that it was all hidden beneath her work clothes, but I'd spent enough time exploring her body to be well acquainted with all its best features.

My tongue ran circles in her hole, and her flingers strummed their way back and forth across her clit as I attacked her hole. She was a squirter, and as she arched her back the crescendo of her orgasm smacked into her like a brick wall, and she moaned long and deep as her fluid poured out of her pussy and onto my face.

It was warm and wet. Like getting splashed with a cup of warm water.

"You cum like you're taking a piss, darlin," I remarked as I stood up.

My finger probed her sensitive hole, prolonging her pleasure, as my other hand pushed my shorts down and pulled my dick out. She was too far gone to make a reply. And really it had been a rhetorical remark.

I didn't think I could wait long before I needed to be inside her.

When I fucked other girls, I always did so with a condom. But with this hot piece of ass, since we were living together and she was on the pill, I liked her to feel me in all my naked glory. Just like she told me she used to do with Harv. She was fond of telling me how he was only of average length and thickness. And how I'd stolen her heart the first night I fucked her when she left the bar with me and not her date.

"I gotta have some of that pussy right now."

She moaned in anticipation and I pulled her to the end of the table. She spread her legs wider.

"Nuh, uh, darling," I said gruffly. "Not like that. No. I'm gonna take you like the bitch you are. My bitch. One hundred ten percent."

Her face wore an expression of shock, but her cheeks glowed red with lust.

"Who's my bitch?" I demanded harshly, stepping away from her.

"I am."

"And how do good little bitches get fucked?"

My tone was rude, and condescending and I couldn't keep the leer that I wore on my face out of my voice.

"Like a dog?" she suggested.

I nodded and smiled at her lasciviously.

"That was Harv's favorite position," she reminded me. "But I don't even remember what it was like with him."

"I'll remind you how a real man fucks."

"Are you gonna stick that big gun up my pussy soldier?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Show me how bad you want it."

She hopped off the end of the table and turned around shaking her beautiful ass at me. Her skirt was still pulled up and I had a marvelous view of her panties. She bent over the table preparing for me, waiting with pleasure.

I came up behind her.

"Shit darlin' you got me hard enough to hammer nails."

She giggled, but she wasn't going to do that long. I bent my knees so that I could feel the top of my nearly ten inch dick against the heat of her cunt. Her panties pulled aside, I used my dick to slap her clit a couple times and she hollered with each slap like a whore. It really made my balls tingle in expectation and I crudely wedged the head of my cock into the folds of her pussy, watching those lips pull apart as my massive head passed inside.

I could feel her flesh grip me, oily and damp from her recent orgasm. Women I fucked always felt tight, but my woman took it to a whole new level entirely. Her pussy was like rapture. And with a powerful thrust of my ass muscles, I buried myself halfway in that moist tunnel. The length of a normal man.

"You've got the tightest pussy."

She responded with another massive squirt of juice around my dick and onto my balls. She came so much that drops of liquid were falling off my swaying balls and onto the floor.

"Fuck yeah!" I groaned. "Natural lube."

Her juices helped and I began to thrust inside of her. She was a nice, smooth ride and I felt my big balls churning with cum as they rocked under her ass with each forceful thrust.

"That feels good," she breathed.

It amazed me how tiny she always felt to me. It felt as if my cock was piercing deep into her body. I began to slide my dick in and out of her faster, my hands caressing her body, gliding over the silky fabric of her blouse to cup her tits. Her breasts were so soft, and I wished that I had time to go further. To massage the warm nipples in the palms of my hands. I squeezed and massaged her tits as I plunged my raw, aching manhood into her fiery depths over and over. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she began to moan rhythmically as I poked at the back of her cunt. I could feel every inch of my shaft sliding along the walls of her tunnel. Her face was bent so far below my tall frame that I wasn't able to reach her mouth to kiss as I wanted to do, so instead I grabbed onto her waist and began to thrust harder, smacking against her ass with my groin.

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" her moans were a lot louder now.

That gorgeous ass of hers was shaking each time I smacked against it. I fucked her doggie style over and over against the kitchen table, slapping against her ass repeatedly. I wasn't nice it about it either. I fucked her hard. Very hard. Her flesh was shaking violently non-stop as I pistoned my manhood in and out of her small body.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I was hitting her ass so hard the slaps could be heard throughout the house. Good thing the neighbors had left for work. But fuck them! This was my girl, and I could do with her damn well how I pleased.

"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" she hollered. I could feel an orgasm rising inside her. The walls of her pussy tingled, gripping me tighter. Underneath her my big, swaying balls were slapping against her clit, further stimulating those feelings.

She came, silently, as the orgasm exploded within her. Her vagina was pulsating, grabbing at my pistoning cock as she came. Another round of juice exploded onto my dick, flooding her pussy and the floor. I heard it fall as hit, pouring out of her. Her ass rammed back against my oncoming thrusts, eager to meet me.

Fuck this was an erotic scene. I remember the night me and my buddies, all fellow Marines from the base, had gone to a little bar on the other side of town to drink some beer and pick up some chicks. My girl had been playing pool with her boyfriend Harv. Clearly a local. She was the hottest chick in the place and I just had to have her. It was obvious she was his girl, I don't mind getting a bit on the side, even when the girl was married, but I hadn't expected her to come on to me so fast. Or that we would fuck that night not once, but twice in the storage room of the bar. Sneaking off when Harv went to take a piss. Less than twenty-four hours later we would be fucking in our bed. Ours because I had crazily invited her to live with me in my apartment near the base. At least while I was stationed there. I didn't know he was a local, or that they worked together. It had taken at least two serious ass kickings from me before he got it into his thick head that I was his girl's new man. And even now I knew he was giving her a hard time at work. Maybe she'd go back to him after I left town in a few months time.

But right now, she didn't even remember he existed.

I was still half remembering out first time months before as I looked down at her, watching her pink lips wrap around my boner as I moved in and out of her. Her ass rippling each time I slapped against it. The position made my cock seem bigger than it was as I felt the back of her pussy. I was so huge! Her cunt was convulsing all around me as I thrust into it violently.

There was no way I could make this last longer, although I wanted to. She needed to get to work. And my balls were gonna explode I was so excited to be in her.

I was so hard, and my strong hands were squeezing her ass tightly as her slick cunt glided up and down my rod. My balls went into overdrive.

"I'm gonna cum!" I warned.

I was right on the edge. I just needed a couple more strokes to get there. Then my dick jerked violently within the tight confines of her tight hole, unleashing a thick load of hot cum and firing it deep inside her tiny body.

My dick expanded and contracted again, and a rope of my jizz rocketed off the back of her hungry pussy.

I pulled out of her reluctantly. She was shuddering, trying to reign in her feelings.

A pearly white drop of semen oozed out of her freshly fucked pussy.

She moved to clean herself up, but I grabbed her hand before it could reach the towel lying nearby.

"No," I told her firmly. "You're gonna go to work with my load up your pussy." 

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Copyright © 2009 by Eagle1. All rights reserved. All characters portrayed in this story are meant to be over the legal age to consent to sexual activity. Any similarity to characters or situations, real or imagined, is purely coincidental. Unless you happened to be there of course. May be reprinted without permission of author in materials distributed free of charge or on websites where there is no fee charged for access, provided this copyright notice is attached.



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Dear friends-earlier this year, I befriended Nurse Sally, also an author here. We wrote to each other every day, and shared many fantasies. I consider her a great, dear friend. One thing we did, was to write stories for each other exclusively. I wrote this story for Sally in June and I sent it to her as a gift. Last week I asked her if I could share it with the Lit community and she graciously said that I could. Thanks Sally, I hope you enjoy it again. JR       



      written for Nurse Sally



The shower sizzled like summer rain on a tin roof as Sally finished the last stroke of her delightful chore. Last week, after reading a sexy e-mail from a new friend, she decided to shave bare, rather than just trim her vaginal area in preparation of summer swimsuit wear. The feeling combined with thoughts from the e-mail led her to touch, explore and finger her long neglected honey pot. Soon she was gently teasing with fingers and finally with dildos until she was left gasping for breath. 

This morning, waking early she touched herself again and before long, with astro glide on her jell cock, she was plunging into her pussy, giving herself the fucking of her life. When she had become sufficiently exhausted and satisfied she hopped off the bed and into the shower, realizing that the weeks worth of growth was starting to create a stubble there, and that just wouldn't do. She loved the naked smoothness now and decided to keep it that way.

So, with her Mons back to shining baldness, she dried off and applied a lightly scented soothing balm to the area. Her reverie was disturbed by the doorbell followed by knocking on the door.

'Who could that be?" she wondered as she threw on a terry bathrobe and looked out the second story window to the front walkway. A truck was parked out front and a middle aged slightly balding man stood below her with a clip board in his hand.

"Can I help you?" Sally said from the open window.

"God morning ma'am Miss....Enfermera? I'm Bill from maintenance, I have a heat pump for your unit and a work order for today." He said looking up with a polite smile.

Sally had forgotten that this was the day her dad had scheduled the installation of the new pump. She glanced at the clock-8:10...."but you're...."

"Early....yes ma'am I know we're scheduled for 9 but the last job ran into a glitch, so we couldn't complete it. If you're not ready I'll just go get some coffee and be back at 9."

"No...no it's... it's just that my dad's not here and I..."

"Sure miss, no problem." the man said in an understanding way as he turned to walk back to his truck.

"I'll be back at 9." he said waving.

Sally felt bad for having to make the man leave, and if he finished early she thought then she could get to the gym that much earlier today. She was being silly she thought, I'm 18 now surely I'm an adult and not a little girl anymore.... "wait" she called out "It's OK, just let me get dressed and you can start, I'll make coffee here, I'm dying for a cup anyway."

"You sure ma'am? I don't mind waiting." he called back. Now Sally could see that the man was clearly in his late forties, or more likely early fifties- still in great shape with rugged good looks.

"No, no...it's fine-just give me two minutes." she called back. The man leaned against his truck, and took out his cell as she stepped back from the window into her bedroom. 

She quickly took off the robe and tossed it on her still disheveled bed then opened her lingerie drawer and selected a navy satin thong. She loved the way the satin felt against her newly shaved mound and it gave her a shiver as she tucked the thong between her cheeks. The shiver extended to her now hardening nipples atop her smallish breasts. 

Smallish, but so amazingly sensitive to the tongue. She smiled thinking about Richie, her sometimes boyfriend who could almost make her cum from his licking and sucking of her nipples.

"Calm down girl she said as she grabbed a pair of white shorts and a cut off Atlanta Braves T, then slipped her feet into sandals while tossing her short hair back with her fingers. For a final touch, she sprayed a mist of her after bath 'Halston Eu du' Toilette' and stepped into it.

True to her word, she opened the door in just over two minutes. The man smiled and stepped away from the truck, grabbing a tool-bag and a cardboard box. "Hi, I'm Bill. I should be done by 9:30, where is the utility room?" he said as he entered.

During the brief exchange, nothing escaped Sally's sharp eye. He had graying blond hair, about six foot tall with straight white teeth and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. His easy gentlemanly way was disarming, almost like a polite cowboy would be. He was even better looking than she could tell from the second floor, way better looking.

She paused a beat before answering, and knew that made her look dumb. "Uhh oh, it's under the stairway, there, that door." she said pointing. "How do you like your coffee?"

"Black please, thanks you didn't have to do that."

"No, it's fine, I was going to make a pot anyway. If you need anything I'll be in the kitchen." she smiled and left him at the cellar door. Her heart pounded in her chest as she turned away and all she could think was 'Oh my god, he is so gorgeous.

As Sally walked away, Bill found the light switch, located the circuit breaker box and the burnt out heat pump. The first thing he though of was the girl, god she's cute about as old as my niece Jennifer probably seventeen or eighteen ' he guessed. The air around her was infused by her scent- her friendly smile and pleasant voice echoed in his mind. OK heat pump, let's get you out of there he thought, getting back to the task at hand. The unit was an older one, the first ones used in this complex and he had changed a dozen or so this past winter. He knew the job would be simple, too bad it wouldn't take longer so he could get to know the girl...don't be an idiot Bill. Change the pump and get out of there!

In the kitchen, Sally had put up a freshly ground pot of coffee, and while she was at it, she put some sweet rolls in the oven. While pouring the coffee, the phone rang.

"Hi hon, how's it going?" her dad said.

"Hi daddy, the repairman is here."

"Oh, he's early, good-any problems?"

"I don't think so, he went to the utility room and he 's working. He said he'd be done by 9:30."

"OK, Sal, you know if that's the case I'll just continue on to the city, unless you want me to come back so you can leave."

Sally thought for a moment, her sweet rolls were still baking.

"No dad it's fine. I'll see you tonight."

"I'm going to Boston tonight remember Sal...I have the trade show."

"Oh, duh- right. OK I'll see you Thursday daddy."

"K, sweetie, see you." And they hung up. 

The sweet rolls were ready, Sally took the cookie sheet out and placed it on the stove. In a few minutes she could glaze them. In the meantime, she poured the coffee and took a cup to the utility room.

Once there, she could see that Bill was deep into his work and seemed to be unaware of her. 

"Hot...coffee" she said although for some reason her mind wanted to say Hot... pussy'

She set the cup down and inhaled the unmistakable scent of man. A thrill jolted through her center as she saw that Bill had removed his outer shirt and was wearing a white T, his muscular arms were tense as he was unbolting the pump. He glanced at her, then at the cup, then back to her face. Along the way he admired her nipples poking through the thin cotton T.

"Ah, great, you're an angel" he said with light perspiration around his brow and lip. He continued to turn the bolt until it dropped into his hand. "OK, that one was tough."

"Oh, it it going to take longer than you thought?" she asked.

"No, It'll still be just about an hour as long as the coupling is OK."

"Coupling?"

"Yeah, it's what the pump is attached to. This unit is over twenty years old so the bolts are a little corroded. No problem though, I'll be out of your hair in no time."

'I have no hair on my pussy' she thought. Then, startled that she'd thought that in her mind, she stammered "Uhh I ..I made some sweet rolls. Come into the kitchen when you're ready." 

Sally turned and walked out quickly.

Once she returned to the kitchen, Sally leaned against the counter, her heart pounding in her ears and tried to catch her breath. 'What's happening to me? She thought. All I want to do is to tell this hunky man that I'm wantonly naked beneath my panties...I just feel so ...so wicked when I'm near him.'

At that moment, the door opened and Bill walked into the room. "Wow, great coffee." he smiled/

"Oh, thanks, do you want some more?" do you want some pussy too? 

"Oh swell, thanks." he said extending his cup. 

Sally continued as she poured "I was just about to glaze the sweet rolls, hold on a sec."

"Thanks-they look great. I'm going to go out to the truck to get the replacement pump, take your time." he said as he walked to the door.

Sally watched him go, then turned to the tray of sweet rolls. She opened the packet of glaze and swirled it around each one. 'I wonder If I swirl some of this around my pussy lips if he'd like that better?'she thought. God Sally, stop it. He can't hear my thoughts but I might accidentally blurt something out that I can't take back. Easy girl!

The door opened and Bill returned with a heavy carton. He headed back to the utility closet "I'll be right back for a taste of that." he said as he disappeared.

"A taste of what? 'my pussy?' Sally wondered...oh the rolls."

A few minutes later Bill returned wiping his hands with a cloth. Sally handed him a plate as he picked up his cup again. "Mmm thanks...Miss Enfermera." 

"Sally."

"Ahh Sally, well thanks." He took a big bite and nodded approvingly, "Goob...he said with the food in his mouth, then laughed as he said it. Sally laughed too, he had a lot of boy inside of him she could see, and she liked that. 

As he chewed, Sally looked over his body a little closer, careful not to allow him to catch her eyes glancing at the bulge in his jeans. I wonder what his cock is like, if it's fat and long, or wide and medium size, the kind of cock she really loved to feel inside her. His arms and neck were well muscled and she could imagine that his whole body was masculine and hard, especially hard. She couldn't help herself. Boys were nice, but they were boys. Men, mature men like Bill were more of what she craved.

Richie was nice, but still a boy, still seventeen. I'm eighteen now and everyone knows that girls are more mature so at eighteen I'm more like nineteen or twenty really-compared to a boy.

"So, what you're in high school?" Bill said nonchalantly while chewing a second roll.

"Oh, no I...I graduated, I'm on my way to college next month-then nursing school." she said feeling a little deflated.

"Oh, a nurse, great- I'm sure you'll be a good one. Uh, thanks for the rolls-I have to get to the primary feeder duct-it's usually in the attic space-do you know which bedroom has access to the attic?"

"No, I have no idea. There's three bedrooms upstairs, do you want to go look?"

"Thanks," Bill said eying her "the access is usually in a closet. I'll check the master first, then the others. If you don't mind."

"Follow me." she said, and led him to the steps. As Bill followed behind her he was swept again in a swirl of her Halston and bouncy hair. Three steps ahead of him, he noticed that she was wearing a dark thong that showed through the thin white fabric of her shorts before it disappeared between her ass cheeks. Calm down boy he thought as his cock stirred.

Once upstairs, they walked to the master suite at the end of the hall. Sally opened the closet door for him and stared again at his arms as he searched the ceiling for an access door.

"Nope, not here." he said still gazing up.

"OK, spare room is here." Sally led him to the room on the right. Still no access. 

"Huh...Maybe it's in my room." as she uttered the last syllable and opened the door, she remembered the condition she'd left her room in. 

"Oh, my...I'm sorry about the mess..."She said as she reached to fold her robe and pick up her socks.

Bill laughed "No problem I'm sorry for intruding..." but as he spoke and waited for Sally to open her closet door, he glanced at the disheveled bed, and saw it- the cock, the jell cock that only twenty minutes before, Sally had been plunging into her needy vagina. On the bed-stand was an uncapped bottle of astroglide-and the picture was complete for him. This sweet young girl with the flawless skin and thong panties had been cock fucking herself silly when he knocked on the door. How he would have liked to have been a fly on the wall for that.

Sally, still unaware of his discovery had opened the closet door, kicked aside a pile of laundry and turned to smile at Bill and say something witty about being a girl. He was caught turning his attention away from her messy bed to the closet. As he looked up at the ceiling for the access door, she glanced down to his bulge and noticed that it had grown, then silently she glanced at her bed and saw the jell cock plainly visible on her sheet. Sally glanced back up to Bill's face to search for any sign of his knowing, but didn't see it there. With a flushed face, she turned to her left, and quickly swept the comforter over the cock, all of this occurring in a silent few seconds. Her secret though was known it seemed.

"Ah, there we are." Bill said pointing up and to the left. "Good. I have to get up there to disengage the

feeder" I'll have to get a ladder, it'll take a minute then I'll be done up here." As he spoke and strode out, he glanced back to the bed, seeing the comforter there now covering the evidence, and he smiled.

"What was that?" Sally said.

"Whaa...what was what?"

"That smile..."

"Huh...no...nothing."

"Yes, there was a smile-what is it?"...'you saw my jell-cock there,' she thought as she looked into his eyes then 'you know I was just using it-say it, just say it'

"Uh uh-nothing Sally. I'll just get the ladder."

Sally was frustrated now. This hot guy, this older guy with most likely the most gorgeous cock, had seen her secret, and he is going to try to get away with it without acknowledging it. But he's got another thing coming She thought, Oh yeah Mr. smarty.

In a few minutes he was back with a five foot ladder. He set it inside the closet, stepped up, pushed the folding door and pulled himself up. Once in the low space, he located the exchanger and feeder valve. 

Just do your job Bill' he thought 'but damn, she's legal and I think she wants me to make a pass.' He turned the system off, then slid down to the ladder and back into the bedroom. Sally had made the bed and straightened up while he was up there.

"OK Sally I'll finish the installation and when I'm done I'll just need to re-engage the feeder and you're all set. OK?"

Sally smiled "OK, but first I want you to tell me why you smiled before. I want you to say that Bill."she said smiling mischievously.

Bill froze, could he say it?- could he tell her what he saw, what he guessed? 'She seems to want me to, she's challenging me!'

"Uhh I thought I saw something Miss, I didn't mean to..."

"Something like what Bill?, be specific if you can." she said looking into the blueness of his eyes.

"I...uh...look I really should get this done..." As he spoke Sally leaned back on the bed and angled her foot flat on the mattress. In this position, Bill could clearly see the outline of her vagina behind the thin white shorts, she was clean shaven there; and she knew that he could see it -she had purposely removed her navy thong.

"What did you see Bill...can you describe it?" She said as she lazily drew her nails across her bare stomach.. 'I'm going for it now, I'm going to seduce this guy and he's going to think he died and went to heaven..I'll show him!

Bill swallowed "it looked uh...like a...a...uh...a ....toy of some kind."

"A toy? I'm a grown woman Bill, do you think I play with toys?"

"Uhh....well maybe this kind of toy." he smiled nervously.

"And what kind of toy would that be Bill... big hard Bill?"

"A...dildo...thing- a jell thing."

"You mean a cock Bill, do you mean a jell cock for fucking?"

"Um mm yeah... look I apologize Miss I can't get in trouble here-- I didn't say anything to you I didn't 

mean to intrude on your privacy..."

"Yes, but now that you know, I'm going to need something from you."

"What, what do you need?"

"I need you to watch Bill, I need you to be present while I show myself to you and what a naughty girl I was. I need you to see what I did Bill and if you want me to forget about it, you'd better sit right there and watch. Now Bill, sit." 

Bill was stunned-somewhere between being afraid and being sexually heightened by her boldness. 

If he disobeyed her, she could say that he did something to her against her will, if he co-operated, it could be the best day of his year, hell of his life. He sat slowly on the edge of the bed.

Sally rolled onto her stomach and slightly raised her hips. She reached down, un-snapped her shorts from the front and rolled the tops down a few inches revealing the upper part of her buttock. She gyrated her hips as she placed her hand beneath herself and rubbed her palm across her mound.

Bill stared, mesmerized by her motions. Soon, she raised her hips higher and rolled the shorts down 

once more exposing most of her naked ass. Meanwhile, she kicked off her clog shoes and they thumped on the floor.

"I'm going to raise my hips Bill, I give you permission to slide my shorts down and remove them for me, would you please?" she said breathlessly.

Bill sat as she raised herself, then hesitantly he reached for her shorts and pulled them off exposing her nakedness to his eyes. Her ass, her skin was flawless, she drew her knees up raising her ass and widening her legs. Her vagina was smooth and glowing, her asshole like a pink cherry. Soon her lips parted and he could see her wet pinkness.

"Do you like what you see Bill, do you like what I'm showing you. Am I totally open and exposed to you, is my most private feminine area not visible to you?" she whispered breathlessly.

"Yes...you are very...open"

"Do you want to see more Bill?"

"My god, what more is there to see?"

"This..." she said huskily as she brought her jell cock around from beneath her and placed the wet head at her opening. After a momentary pause, she slid the cock in slowly, then all the way. She with drew it and then plunged it in, opening her vagina like a sucking mouth. "Do you see Bill she gasped, do you see how deep I'm fucking myself...this is what I was doing earlier Bill, just before you came."

Bill swallowed hard, his mouth was dry, his heart pounding in his throat. His cock had hardened like a hammer handle and was straining against his jeans as he watched the cock appear and then disappear

with a wet sucking sound.

"Are you hard Bill, is your cock throbbing? Do you want to take it out? Show me, show me your cock Bill." Sally looked at him with half lidded, lustful eyes "I want to see it now."

Bill stood, and opened his belt, his eyes never moving from her open sucking vagina. He dropped his pants then pulled his T over his head. Sally wasn't disappointed. His body was lean and muscular, even more than she'd imagined. His cock head poked out of the top of his briefs, pointing up. He moved his eyes from her vagina to her eyes and saw her smile. He reached for the waistband and pulled his briefs down revealing a man sized power tool. Last were his socks, then he knelt on the bed.

"Is this what you want Sally, do you want this?" he said, waving his cock, trying to take control from her. 




Heat



"Yes."

"What do you want me to do Sally?"

"I want you to fill me with your cock. I want it in my mouth and in my pussy, I want you to lick and suck me everywhere"

"I want to do that Sally, I want to lick you and suck you and eat you until you cum in my mouth, but you do know I'm old enough to be your father don't you?"

Sally swooned and shoved the cock deeper still with the knowledge of this older man looking deeply into her openness and acknowledging all of her deepest lustful desires. "Oh yesss....eat me...eat me now god dammit..."

Bill leaned forward with pre-cum dripping from his cock and inhaled her feminine scent. 

Her excitement dripped wet slipperiness all around her vaginal lips and as she plunged the cock in again, Bill extended his tongue and licked the cock as she withdrew it. He licked her hand and her fingers, then the length of the cock urging her to plunge it in again. Sally was beyond lust now as Bill added his tongue to her open lips, then licked up to her now throbbing asshole. As she plunged deeper and faster into her hot wet velvet cunt, he licked her ass in time with her plunging. 

"Unnghh lick me....suck me....eat my cum...." she grunted in animal heat.

Bill responded with unintelligible moaning as he pressed his face and tongue into her ass and licked feverishly up and down to her cunt and back again.

Finally, Sally withdrew the jell cock and urged him..."Fuck me oh my god fuck me now,,,"

Bill didn't need any more prompting. He got up on his knees and pressed his cock head to her still gaping open wet cunt. His cock had considerably more girth than her dildo and as he pressed into her wetness, it felt like a furnace to him. It was tight and hot like no pussy he had ever felt before in his life.

Sally shouted "oh my god... it's so hot...oh what a cock oh...more ....oh my god more...open me up...oh you're so big oh more...fuck me with that cock...."

Bill easily buried his full length into her. Her pussy was the wettest sweetest pussy he had ever known.

He withdrew and thrust into her again, urged on by her pleadings. It was too much, the unbelievable tightness of her was overwhelming and at last he withdrew and squirted hot molten cum on her ass and back. Sally rolled over kneeling in front of him taking his pulsing jerking cock deep into her mouth.

He continued to jerk and cum several more jets. 

He cried "Ahhhh my god....I'm still cumming..." as the last spasm hit him. Finally he collapsed backwards, his cock spent. Sally straddled him and began to rub her pussy on his leg as she kissed him openly. She had just had her pussy sucked, her asshole tongued and she was deeply fucked by this man and she couldn't stop. He separated from their kiss. "Oh, you're not done eh?" realizing her need. He slid down her body, stopping at her breasts. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds and he nibbled and sucked them. He took her whole breast in his mouth and bit and sucked it. Her moans of pleasure thrilled him.

He went lower, back to her vagina, opened his mouth and engulfed her vaginal mouth like lost lovers deeply kissing. He extended his tongue up inside her licking and nibbling on her open lips. He spread the hood of her clitoris up and licked and sucked her clit like a small penis. Sally thrust her pelvis up and drew back, then was humping his mouth uncontrollably as he tongue fucked her. She pleaded with him.."make me cum....oh make me cum again....Oh suck my....my cunt....suck my cunt."

"Cum in my mouth Sally....fill my mouth with you girl cum."

And so she did. Sally spasm'd and her vagina flooded into his mouth as she came. She humped him until she fainted.

When Sally woke, she was covered with a sheet. Bill, was gone. She sat up, and after wondering how long she had been out, she put on her shorts and Braves T, then walked down stairs.

She heard activity in the utility room, and looked inside. 

"All fixed Miss. Just hit the switch and you'll have heat. I already tested it." He held out a clipboard.

"I just need you to sign here, and initial here."

Sally looked at him slightly dazed from her sexual stupor, then took the pen and signed.

"Will I see you again." she murmured.

"Yes ma'am if you ever have trouble with your heat, just call me." he pointed to a hand written number

on the form. "I promise I'll be here in a flash." He said with his cow-boyish smile, then tipped the bill of his Met's Cap, and was gone.

Sally sat at the table. He had turned the tables on her it seemed. She smiled, "Touche" she whispered-then the smile turned to laughing.

Bill heard her laughing as he walked back to the truck, he smiled and laughed along with her.



Heat



Driving down the highway, she wondered what she was really doing. Was she insane? No, she knew she was not insane, but was reacting to something very primal and instinctual she couldn't explain. All she knew was that animal instinct was nipping at her heels and forcing her foot harder on the gas peddle, bringing her speed up to 80. 

She deserved this after the week she had. She deserved this small measure of self-indulgence, didn't she? She was full of tension, frustration, anger, rage. She had not only been used like a whore, but made to feel like it, too. She wanted to scream and hit because the tension was wound so tightly in the pit of her belly. Yeah she deserved this, no doubt about it. Right or wrong, good or bad didn't work into her logic right now. She had to hurry. The speedometer reached 85.

There was no more need for nervousness. That had been put aside the first time she had met him. She knew how he smelled, tasted, and felt. She knew how her body responded to him. She new she had a lot to look forward to. She KNEW he would not treat her like a whore to use for his own pleasure. He would treat her like a woman, giving her as much pleasure as she could take. He was her treat to herself she thought with a thrill. Hurry! There is so little time. Oh God!. She better be careful. she had just been going 90. Can't get a ticket now. It would take what little time she had with him.

As she came to the exit and started following the simple directions to his place, she felt her pulse starting to pick up...she could feel it in her throat. Her mouth was dry. She needed to get there soon.

His place was very easy to find. She made no observations as to the type of area he lived in, or even cared. There was no judgment of him and his lifestyle. She didn't want him as a mate. She just wanted to mate with him. She knew that she would very soon, but not soon enough. She quickly walked up to the door and knocked.

When he opened the door to his small studio apartment she felt her throat seize up. Her mouth was drier than ever. It struck her yet again how incredibly handsome and sexy he was. Her eye candy was so much more than something pretty to look at. He possessed an animal magnetism that no living, breathing woman between 18 and 60 could ignore or pass up.

As the door opened, he discreetly stood to the side, hiding behind the door. For a fleeting moment she wondered why until she walked through the doorway. He was wearing nothing but a smile and a tiny pair of blue briefs. Again she was struck by how damn gorgeous he was. It wasn't just his face, which was handsome and youthful. He had black, wiry hair, cut short because of the curl. His eyes were opaque; he had a well-proportioned nose, and full, firm-looking lips. There was more, though. He wasn't a big man. He was actually quite petite, only slightly taller than she was, and not an ounce of fat could be seen. This didn't mean he was scrawny-- not by a long shot. He had a flattering amount of muscle definition that fairly forced the eyes to the abs, arms and thighs. Beyond that, every inch of his body was the color of dark bronze. There was only a slight hint of curly black hair sporadically spaced over the top portion of his chest and a small line that trailed down into his blue briefs. Her eyes were compelled to follow that line to the top of the briefs where it disappeared underneath the waistband.

He didn't say a word to here at first. He just looked at here with pure desire. Then he slowly smiled and gave a husky and heavily accented "hi." 

She felt suddenly awkward and had no idea what to say to this man. How could he be looking at HER like this? It seemed totally incongruous to her. He should be with a gorgeous Latin beauty, young and perfect, just as he was. He, instead was planning to spend an afternoon delight with HER--passably pretty, definitely voluptuous in form [another way of saying slightly overweight], and significantly older. She had had her babies; she had survived life, career and family where she put herself second, always. And she'd never been more aware of these things than at this very moment.

"Hi," she answered shyly. That was the last thing she said before forgetting all self-doubt. He drew her into his arms and kissed her with a heat she had forgotten existed between a man and a woman. She could feel that kiss to her toes. She could feel it in her soul. She had needed and lived for this moment for years. She was ravenous for more and told him so with her body. He heard what she was not saying and held her closer. responding to her need. 

But the kissing was not enough after a while and she needed so much more from him. Her hands started wandering his body, starting with his hair. She could feel the wiry short curls beneath her fingertips. While he was still kissing her like a starving man, her fingers trailed from his hair down the back of his neck, to his shoulders over his arms, and down his strong back. His skin was smooth, hairless and perfect. As she reveled in the sensation of his skin, her hands moved to his front. His chest was hard and so masculine. She felt a thrill of burning desire as she broke their kiss and allowed her mouth and lips to follow the trail of her hands over his chest. As her fingers traced the black line that started at his belly button and disappeared into his underwear, her mouth began to follow. He became totally still as his body steeled itself for the pleasure he knew was to follow. 

She didn't hesitate as she pulled the blue briefs aside to reveal the object of her desire. His cock sprang up hard and ready for her mouth. She leaned over him and began by licking the clear drops of precum off the tip with her tongue. She and he moaned simultaneously when she did this, and without further delay, she took him entirely and hotly into her mouth. His taste and feel was familiar and it was so good. She couldn't get enough of him. He, apparently was enjoying the attention for he gently wove his fingers in her long locks and helped her find the rhythm he most wanted. She was more than willing to oblige and took him as deeply as she could down her throat. His hips started pumping a fucking rhythm in her mouth.

As she felt his excitement mounting, she became aware of her own needs, and that didn't include him finishing in her mouth, not this time. Sensing that he was close to doing just that, all the reasons she was here, all the reasons that drove her to such extreme measures of coming here erupted in her breast and made her slowly withdraw her mouth from him. This was for HER and she wanted him to know it. 

"I NEED you," she whispered to her beautiful lover. He smiled at her, laid back invitingly and answered her with, "You're wearing too many clothes." Clumsily, hurriedly, with absolutely no fineness she wiggled her way out of her pants and thong panties. "HURRY!" her mind screamed at her. She looked at him laying there, waiting to fulfill her needs as well as take his own pleasure.

She crawled up to him, straddled his body and slowly sank herself onto his hard, swollen cock. Immediately she felt her body arch from the intense pleasure of being filled by him. But being filled was not what she really needed. After all, she had been filled by a man as recent as a day ago, but THAT had been a pointless waste of time. That cock had done nothing to at all to satisfy her needs. This man, however, was going to give her what she needed. 

As she started to rock her hips against his, taking his cock as deep inside as she could, he looked up at her and licked his lips. She leaned down and kissed him. That move only sent her closer to her end goal. Moaning deep in her throat, she felt the tension building like a deep sharp ache somewhere hidden within her. She needed to feel more of him. She needed him to touch her. He must have had the same need because he started lifting her tank top over her head. She hastily helped him, needing to feel his hands on her skin. Through it all, she never stopped her movements, never lost her focus. He fumbled expertly at her back, unhooking her bra in order to release her lush, heavy breasts. Now, with absolutely no constraints, nothing stood in her way of achieving her single-minded goal. 

The tension was almost unbearable now. It was steadily building as she took control of him. He didn't look as though he minded. She looked down at him and he was making low growling-groaning sounds and his eyes were closed. She became terrified that he would do was all the others have done, selfishly reaching his own orgasm with little thought of her. "Don't you DARE cum," she whispered demandingly to him. His eyes popped open and he looked up at her with determination and he simply shook his head no. More determined than ever, she picked up her pace and he bucked his hips up against hers. 

Oh God! So close. She was totally unaware of the sounds she was making. It didn't occur to her that the tiny studio was connected to others and they might hear her little desperate cries erupting from her throat. Finally, on the pinnacle, ready to fall over the edge, she looked down at this amazing looking man, equally determined to give her what she needed, when...She screamed out her release as wave after wave of intense jolts coursed through her body. Her back arched, her head was back, mouth opened. Her eyes were closed in order to concentrate on the overwhelming sensations.

This was no simple orgasm. It was the daddy of all orgasms, the one that had eluded her for so very long. It lasted for what seemed like several minutes, although in all honestly probably only lasted about 40 blissful seconds. 

Just as she was starting to come back to herself, he sprang into motion. His hips started pounding up to meet her still moving hips. He positioned his legs for leverage and did some quick thrusts up. The action triggered in her yet another wave of spasms, as she orgasmed again. This time, her loud cries of pleasure mingled with his low grunts, announcing his own orgasm. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her as he came. 

As theirs orgasms drew to an end, she collapsed on top of him, holding him close. Both of them were sticky with sweat. She felt it beading and trailing down the sides of her face, and she felt a moist film all over her body. He was no different. She became aware of the heat for the first time. It must be 90 degrees in this tiny apartment. For the entire drive over and the 15 minutes or so of fucking, she was totally unaware how hot it was outside. Now she realized that her inner heat overshadowed the heat of the weather.

Finally able to breathe normally, they looked at each other and chuckled. Still holding one another tightly, they lazily chatted about nothing, giving them both a little time to recover. She realized soon enough why she had chosen this particular young man for her pleasure. The recovery time and stamina of a 20something was a beautiful thing. Even though she knew she would only have an hour with him when she drove to his place, just about every minute of that hour was used pleasuring each other. She soon left with a satisfied smile, knowing she had regained a small bit of herself back after such poor treatment. She was well and truly satisfied. 

The heat didn't bother her one bit. Bring it on!



Heat



Lilli felt as if her skin was too tight, every inch of her itching and burning. Deep inside her was a horrible endless need, as if she'd been starved for weeks and there wasn't enough food in the world to kill that emptiness. 

When this feeling had started, she'd tried everything she could think of to end it. Filled her days with food and work, exercising for hours until she could barely move, then drugging herself with sleeping pills hoping that her recent lack of sleep had caused some kind of unbalance. 

Everyday was worse than the one before. She began to dread sleeping, for each waking was a blaze of torment that left her writhing on her bed, gasping, aching, needing. 

Now she was positive she was being followed. She'd pause to slow her heart, to try and calm herself and she'd hear a soft sound, an exhalation of breath. Was she now gone mad or was this new feeling of always being watched an extension of whatever was happening to her?

Wearily Lilli climbed the stairs to her apartment. Every step felt like she lifted a stone with her foot. She simply couldn't keep going on like this for much longer. Her concentration was fraying, her temper short. She'd nearly snapped at some fool who'd had the bad luck to bump into her on the street. She wasn't great with people normally; with this agony pouring through her she knew she'd break at some point. 

Once inside the dark warmth of her place she pulled her clothing off, for three days clothing had been torture, to tight and rough no matter what she wore. 

Seeking some small escape from her misery, Lilli drew a bath. While the tub filled she wondered around making sure that every blind was shut, hoping to blot out the feeling of eyes everywhere.

When the tub was finally full enough to cover her hips Lilli stepped into the steamy water and lowered herself, the water passing over her swollen privates caused a gasp to pass her lips. The feeling was so.... intense that she eased out of the water so she could lower herself down again, feel the water slowly caressing over her pussy lips like a lover. 

Why had she not thought of this before?

Quickly, breath hitching in excitement, Lilli slid down into the water to place her delicate parts under the pour of the faucet. 

The drum of water was almost too much for her overly sensitive flesh, she bit back a yell and blocked the flow with her hand. Her need had jumped so high she thought her privates were going to explode. 

"God." She whispered and shifted her legs closer together so her outer lips sheltered her secret parts more. Slowly she parted her fingers, let the water pass through her hands. 

A loud moan echoed through her bathroom and Lilli fought not to arch into the water. She parted her fingers more, letting water fall onto her lips, slid between them to just barely touch her clit. 

Now her horrible need was overtaken by the desire burning through her. Keeping her legs nearlyclosed, Lilli removed her hand to let the flow fall on her. 

Lilli screamed when an orgasm ripped through her. As she lay spent in the tub she felt one long moment of peace. One moment of release from the need that had burned in her for so long.

All to soon it came back, leaving her sobbing in the water. 

Nothing else had worked for her so she slid her privates back under the water flow, legs slightly farther apart. She groaned and squirmed as she let the water pummel her hot and slick womanhood. She'd never been multi orgasmic in the past, but she was willing to try. 

"Oh god oh god oh god" Lilli gasped as the desire built in her, a heavy wave that might drown her when it crested. She could feel the water sliding into her every crease, caressing and stroking her. 

Another orgasm crashed over her, again leaving her with a moment of peace. 

For hours she lay in the tub working herself to orgasm after orgasm, always only gaining a few moments of peace.

Finally she climbed out of the tub, weak and shaking like a leaf. The need was still there but not as sharp.

It was something.

The morning dawned once again full of need. Only this time she could feel each step vibrate through her pussy, her underwear was a constant irritant to her still swollen flesh. Unable to bare the thought of being around anyone Lilli called off work. She sat in the dark thinking about the water, knowing her panties were growing wet. She couldn't spend all her time in the tub, couldn't constantly be trying to get off. 

Finally needing to eat Lilli wondered into the world. She felt as if everyone could see her need, could feel there was something wrong with her. She couldn't keep herself from constantly looking around herself, searching for someone following her, someone watching. As quickly as she could she bought her food and headed back home. Leaving the house had been a mistake.

Her key turned in the lock and she sighed in relief, she'd have to figure out something else to do about food. 

Just as she opened the door to step in someone hit her from behind. Arms wrapped around her like steel bands, a hand over her mouth. 

"There's no need to fight little kitty, I'm here to help you." The voice in her ear was scratchy and sent a bolt of need into her. He kicked the door shut and took her to the ground rubbing himself against the back of her. 

Lilli started to cry as her body responded to what the stranger was doing. 

"I know this is hard for you little kitty, but everything would be so much easier for you if you'd accept what you are." His hand slipped from her mouth to help him hold her. 

"What are you talking about?' She whispered into her carpet. She couldn't have looked up even if the man hadn't been pressing her down. Shame sent a flush up her neck as her crotch grew damp. 

"I think that's a talk for later baby girl, right now we have to take care of your need."

Finally terror lanced through her, she had to get away, had to. She started to fight with everything in her, bucking and clawing at the man's arms. 

The man pressed to her growled, the sound vibrating through her body. "That's right kitty, if you fight it'll be better."

Almost no sound came out of Lilli as she fought with every once of strength in her, but the last few days had taken their toll and she simply wasn't strong enough to do much more than jostle the man on her back. 

With no warning Lilli felt teeth latch onto her neck. A loud whine passed her lips as a lance of need jumped through her. Those teeth just pierced her skin and a seeming of calm settled into her. She was no longer frightened of the unknown man on her back. He made a sound suspiciously like a purr and it vibrated down her spine. To her shame she felt her ass raise into the air.

The man let her go with one hand so he could hitch her skirt up. His hand cupped the moistness of her in his hand and Lilli gasped at the need that sizzled through her. He purred again and rubbed his palm lightly along her panties pushing that need, bringing her ass up just a touch more. 

When his hand moved Lilli whimpered, the purring stopped just long enough for him the chuckle. She felt him fumbling with something and then the purring continued as something new brushed against her panties. 

"Oh" She whispered, wanting what was pressing again her more than she'd wanted anything else in her life. For the quickest of moments she found it startling that she was in her living room, letting a stranger rub himself on her without a fight, then her panties were ripped from her and her thoughts flew away. 

The hand returned, fingers lightly caressing her sensitive lips. Gently he parted her, fingers pressing in behind her clit, so close but not touching that throbbing bit of flesh. His fingers moved in the moistness he found there, almost idly playing along her folds, never touching the most needy part of her. 

As that one hand played with her the other arm unlocked from around her. All Lilli did with her new freedom was arch her ass up higher. The freed hand slid up her shirt to cup the underside of her, so heavy breasts. She whimpered again and fingers oh so lightly touched her nipples. Even that slightest of touch caused a bolt of burning desire to lance through her. 

The fingers touching her nipples pinched them carefully as his other fingers slid up to circle her clit, almost, almost touching.

"Oh please" Lilli found herself moaning. She felt the head of what had to be his penis nudging at her opening. Now she fought to press herself back onto him, needing so bad to feel him in her, but he was strong and managed to hold her with only his teeth in her flesh and his hands on her.

All Lilli wanted was for him to quicken, press, ram just fuck her, but he continued his slow ministrations; fingers plucking or casually circling. Her need wiped out the time until all she knew was burning desire vibrating through her, the fingers and teeth on her. She was panting, writhing against the man behind her. 

When Lilli knew there was no way she could handle any more those horrid fingers changed their tune. One set pinched her nipples nearly to the point of pain, the other finally rubbed against her clit. 

The strongest orgasm she'd ever had tore her apart, had her screaming and fighting. Before the tremors backed off he slid into her. 

The width of him widened her almost to pain but he didn't give her time to get use to him, instead shoving himself into her so hard that for a moment she stopped breathing. 

Teeth left her flesh, but even though they had taken the fight from her she stayed calm. "Good Kitty." He rasped at her as his hands found her hips. Driving in harder. 

Lilli felt something almost like a purr fill her own body as the man rammed into her again and again. The need built in her once more until she was screaming her release. 

Even then he didn't stop, for hours more he fucked and caressed her, making her cum until she lost count. She came until she could do little more than groan as the wave swept through her. 

Finally a heavy wave of calm swept through her as she lay well spent on the floor. Something soft and furred brushed against her flesh and she opened her eyes, this time finally hoping he didn't want more. 

She gasped but didn't have the strength to do much more. Before her lay a very large, spotted cat staring at her calmly. Or rather mostly a cat, the creature before her, fur matted from her fluids seemed to be part man part cat.

"You had to figure it out some time little Kitty." He said to the shock in her face. "A kitty in heat can get in a lot of trouble without one of her own kind."

Lilli closed her eyes against those words. "Her own kind" followed her into a much needed oblivion.



Heat



Holy shit, it's cold. Now I can see why the other girls don't bother dressing up much. It might get you one or two more punters, but if it's cold and raining and there's no punters around, then it doesn't make much difference that you bothered to put on nice stockings and a short skirt. Fuck, if you're the kind of guy who comes down here to pay twenty quid for a blowjob then your standards aren't really all that high to begin with anyway.

But then, I'm new to all this, and it looks like it's going to be a hell of a learning curve. This wasn't exactly a childhood dream for me. Believe it or not, I want to be a librarian. I'm in the middle of my post-grad and it's just been impossible to make ends meet. I work in a pub at weekends and one evening a week, but it's just not enough. I'm studying so much that taking on more hours isn't easy and there aren't many jobs around that would fit around my course. My credit card was maxed out and I was at my overdraft limit. I literally couldn't afford food and I ended up borrowing some money from this guy up the next close. He's pretty well known around the area. Alan, his name is, but everyone calls him Mario because of the preposterous moustache he sports. He seems to be veritable underworld gentry.

There are always expensive cars parked outside and a stream of people parading into his flat, from guys in sharp suits and too much jewellery to guys in tank tops and too many tattoos to all manner of women, who are frankly just too much. He deals, he's the local hardnut, he seems to have worked his way round every half-decent looking girl in the neighbourhood and probably half the city. And he lends money to people that can't go anywhere else. I suppose I should have known there would be a price to pay. I'd never imagined him being as sweet and understanding with me as he was when he offered me the money in the first place. But that's just the hook. There's always a price to pay. And Mario is very...persuasive. Sweet, naive little me never even imagined that if I couldn't pay back every penny with extortionate interest, it would end up with me standing on this fucking street corner at midnight asking strangers if they want their cocks sucked for what is practically fucking spare change.

A few guys have passed already in the hour or so I've been here. The responses are a weird mixture. There are guys out with their girlfriends who sneak a furtive glance at my legs before a sharp tug on their arms leads them away while the girls chew the poor guys' ears about their unfaithful eyes. There are awkward, geeky guys who look at me with a kind of terrified lust, as if staring at the forbidden fruit itself before passing on, probably to wank themselves stupid over porn that cost them more than I would have. There are the abusive guys, walking guffaws in pink rugby shirts, calling me names I don't care to repeat. And then there are perhaps the worst of all; the ones who look at you with a wan, pitying half-smile and a slightly quickened gait. They might as well just say it outright: "my guilty liberal conscience says 'care' but my smug middle-class superiority complex says 'junkie whore' so I'll acknowledge you with my best mixture of condescension and contempt and tell all my friends of the horrible state of affairs in the city over a latte tomorrow afternoon after we discuss the fate of the Lib-Dems and debate just how hot Caitlin Moran is." I'm sure he thinks his liberal handwringing will make a difference. He doesn't have a clue. And of course, I'll probably have fucked one of his friends by tomorrow afternoon.

It's so cold out here. Quiet, too. The wind's starting to pick up and...shit. Now it's raining as well. I've got this cloaky shawl type thing, but it's not going to keep me dry for long, and I've only got this floaty, see-through top on underneath. The wind's catching my legs just above my stocking-tops and I can feel goose-pimples coming up. I wonder how many of the other girls bother to wear nice underwear. Not many, I reckon. When they started, they probably made the same mistake I've made tonight. Delicate, expensive knickers might look great in your bedroom and can make you feel sexy as hell, but when the wind is blowing up your skirt and you're standing on a street corner for hours at a time, it just gives you a chill.

Another guy walks by. "Business?" I mumble, almost hoping he doesn't even hear. He turns to look at me with a start.

"Umm...no, sorry." The poor bugger's embarrassed. "Uh, thanks, but yeah, um, no." And on he walks. It's going to be a long night.

Shit. It's fucking freezing now. Right now I'd probably go home with a guy for nothing just for a chance to warm up. But no. I need to make some money. I need business.

Oh God, not with these guys though. I can see them staggering along the street. It's about chucking out time. There's going to be a lot of these guys coming by over the next half hour or so. But these are the kind of guys I'd leave the pub rather than get cornered by. You can hear them a mile off. One's a loud, cackling Cockney who's the only one laughing at his own jokes, but laughing more than enough for everyone. He's big and well-built, probably not bad-looking if he wiped that smirk off his face. The other is a horrible pudgy wee guy, ugly, balding, with a horrible snorting chuckle. I step back a little, hoping they'll just walk by without saying anything to make me feel any worse than I already do. Cockney stops when he sees me.

"Alright darlin'?" he sneers. "Looking for business, are ya?" I look up at him icily and say nothing, hoping he gets the message.

"Come on darlin'. Don't be shy." He's such a cocky bastard. Do I really look like a hooker? I could tell him to fuck off, tell him I'm waiting for a taxi, waiting for my boyfriend. But somehow I just bite my lip nervously.

"'Mon sweetheart," says Chuckles. "What's the going rate for two handsome chaps like us?"

Ugh. This is awful. Why couldn't one of those poor nervous geeky boys have stopped? I'd have been good with them, made them feel good and let them go home happy. They'd have been sweet and polite and grateful and it would probably all have been over in two minutes flat. It's practically a public service for guys like that. But these guys? It's so fucking cold though. And I really need the money.

"Come on princess," says Cockney. "Come down here."

He grabs my wrist and starts to lead me around the corner. I try to resist a little, but it just seems pointless now. Maybe I can get a decent amount out of them and then go home to a nice long, hot shower. I just can't stand being out here much longer. He pulls sharply on my arm and leads me down a dark alley. Chuckles is behind us, snorting away. Disgusting little shit. I feel dirty already. Cockney suddenly pushes me against the wall, pinning my wrists above my head with his strong hands. He doesn't hurt me, but his sudden aggression makes me shiver.

"Who do you think you are anyway? You girls don't all dress up like this, do ya? You think you're something special, yeah?" I tremble and bite my lip again, looking down at the rubbish strewn across the ground. "What the fack would you mother say."

He kisses me. Hard. It's not a strong, passionate, desirable hard, a lover-who-hasn't-seen-you-in-a-month hard. This is a cruel, aggressive hard, an I'm-going-to-kiss-you-whether-you-like-it-or-not hard. I shudder and wriggle against the wall, trying to escape his angry mouth. Of course, there's nowhere for me to go, but still he grips my wrists more tightly and presses his chest against mine. I can't move at all. I whimper slightly and wrench my face away from his. Suddenly I'm pulled off the wall and my wrists are twisted behind my back. I'm nose to nose with him. He sneers at me and his curled lip sends an unexpected shiver through my whole body. He shakes his head slightly and slowly.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you the customer is always right?" he demands. I lower my face. Whether it's out of guilt or shame or some strange professional pride or even just my natural need to please others, I know I can't disappoint him again.

"I'm sorry," I mumble.

With that, he puts his strong hands on my shoulders and pushes me down. I crash hard on to my knees and groan loudly. One hand is in my hair as my eyes fall on his crotch. He opens his fly and his cock flops out, brushing my cheek as it falls.

"Suck my dick like a good little whore."

What else can I do? I close my eyes for a moment, steeling myself to the task before me. I can't fight this. I take him into my hand, circling my finger and thumb around the base and pulling back his foreskin. His dick instantly starts to stiffen and I fix my eyes on the swelling purple head of his thick cock. I start to lick and he moans as he gets harder and harder by the second. His hold on my hair grows tighter as I study his now rock-hard cock. He's thick and smooth and so hard. His head is smooth and shiny and purple and swelling with every twitch I feel in my tightening grip. I swirl my tongue around it and find myself savouring the slight salty taste before I stretch my jaw wide open and gulp as much of him into my mouth as I can.

He emits an ugly grunt. I shake my hair over my face. Somehow I need to conceal myself. What the fuck am I doing on my knees in an alleyway sucking a stranger's cock for money? What kind of slut am I? In what seems an act of tenderness, though, my stranger sweeps my hair back behind my ears. His touch is gentle and somehow, despite my face now being exposed to the wind and the rain and the slice of streetlight at the end of the alley and the eyes of everyone who passes, I feel a sense of release. This is not mine to control. With his swagger and his smile, this guy could surely have picked up any girl he wanted, but he wanted a professional service. He wanted me, cheap hooker slut me. If I don't embrace this, I won't deserve my money. If he wants to see me - if he wants the world to see me - then that's how it must be.

I reach inside his jeans and snake my fingers down until I feel his balls. I carefully close my hand around them and begin to move my fingers, feeling them warm and heavy, writhing against my palm. As I do, Cockney begins to guide me with his hands spread around the side of my head, forcing me to bob up and down on the length of his hard dick. I keep my finger and thumb pressed to my lips and clutch still more tightly to his thick shaft as he manoeuvres me up and down. I suck hard, my tongue still squirming against him as he slips steadily in and out of my face. He needs more though, so I need more. I release my hold on him and, freeing my hands, I grasp at his belt buckle and undo it in a frenzy. As I tear open the two still-fastened buttons of his fly, he pushes his hips forward and my head bumps roughly on the wall. I whimper again and pull down his jeans and boxers, just enough to give me freer access to him. I return my hand to his balls, reaching my fingers out to trace my fingers behind them. Now his hips start to move more directly, slowly withdrawing his cock from my mouth before firmly thrusting it home again. I hold my head as steady as I can, impaled against the wall as he pushes this huge, hard dick deep into me. My mouth is so full of him. My jaw aches. My eyes start to water. The tip reaches right to the back of my throat and I gag. Still I suck. I squeeze his balls a little tighter and reach round to grab his tight, muscular arse with my other hand. I dig my nails into him, pulling him further into me, though I know he'll choke me. I need him to inside me completely. He fucks my face hard. He's using me like I'm no better than one of those awful inflatable dolls. I'm just a hole for him to use for his own satisfaction. I take a strange pride in this. Whatever he wants, I must be.

"You like that then, you slut? You like getting your face fucked like that?" His tone is accusatory, contemptuous. I feel so dirty. Should I really be enjoying this? "You like feeling my cock in your throat you fucking whore?" he asks. "Mmmhmmm," I moan, unable to form words with my mouth so full.

Now Chuckles appears beside him. I'd almost forgotten he was here! He's stroking himself just inches away from my temple. I release Cockney's arse from my claws and reach up to grab this other cock, but before I can reach it, Chuckles reaches down and grabs the waistband of my skirt, forcing me up of the ground. I shift the grip of my other hand to the base of Cockney's shaft, my head twisting wildly to keep him in my mouth as I am moved. He obligingly shifts his feet so he's right in front of me again and I gratefully suck harder on his bulging head.

My skirt has already ridden up and I can feel the cold rain on the bare cheeks of my arse as it points up in the air. I straighten my legs and roll my hips, knowing without seeing the lustful gaze it will engage. I feel the thin strip of fabric tugged from between my legs, and the cold night air only makes it more obvious to me just how wet I have become. The lips of my pussy are swollen, and as Chuckles kicks the inside of my ankle to spread my legs for him, there is thrilling icy tingle around my gaping hole. His fingers run over me, pressing against my hole then slipping roughly up to rub my clitoris. I moan loudly and Cockney responds by pushing deep into my throat again. I wonder if maybe he's a manual worker. His fingers feel rough and calloused. I've never felt any man, let alone two men, so in need of me. They are urgent and angry, this huge dick in my mouth and these primitive, animal fingers now harshly thrust inside me. Is that one finger? Two? I can't tell. It's painful but I arch my back and push myself on to them. I have to give my customers all they want.

The fingers slip out now. "She's more than wet enough, mate," says Chuckles, talking about me as if I'm not even there. "I'm gonnae enjoy fucking this tight wee cunt." My knickers are ripped from me and instantly my pussy is full of him. I gasp loudly and I engulf both hard cocks. My God! It's too much! I gag and convulse. My whole fucking body is full of cock! One rammed far down my throat and pulsing in my hand, one pounding my pussy from behind with long, slow, insistent thrusts. I hear his hand before I feel it. There is a thunderous crack. His fingers are spread and I feel the outline of his palm and all five fingers erupt in hot, red fire. I try to scream but my voice is muffled by Cockney.

"Sssshhh!" he hisses. "Fucking five-oh are over there!" Is he even talking to me, or is he admonishing his partner-in-crime for making such a loud noise in striking me. Regardless, I try desperately to remain silent as I feel Chuckles' cock stretching as things become silent. I clench my pussy around him, longing to squeeze his come into me. What am I saying?! That's not me! But the feelings coursing through me are so intense, so primal. I surrender all control and let them do their worst. A hand crashes against me again. The heat spreads. It no longer has edges, no longer a single fiery hand. Again it comes down. I whimper and moan, longing to feel it again, knowing I deserve it. Again...again...again. The inferno spreads and spreads. It is wildfire, uncontrolled and uncontrollable. Heat spreads up and throughout my body.

With a grunt, Chuckles resumes his prior rhythm. At the same time, Cockney reaches for my arms and pulls them behind my back, wrapping his own muscular forearms under my elbows and resting his own elbows on the front of my shoulders. "Let's fuck this whore the way she needs to fucked," he tells his comrade. "She's fucking gagging for it." At this, Chuckles slides his hands over my arse and around my hips then down the front of my thighs. He grunts again as he bucks his hips and now I'm suspended between them, supported only by four hands and two hard cocks. Oh my God. It's like I've been speared through with their hardness. I can practically feel them meeting in the middle of me. They quickly build up a rhythm, each thrusting into me as the other withdraws. I can feel the heat from Chuckles' hand radiating outwards. I'm suddenly incredibly hot.

Without warning, Chuckles drops me. The abrupt emptiness of my pussy makes me wince. He grabs my hair and pulls me away from Cockney too. I let out a breathless whine, making clear my need to continue. He spins me around though and, without even looking at me, hoists me over his shoulder with a grunt. With my legs dangling down his chest and my hands trailing down his back, I become aware that he's not actually all that fat. He's solid muscle, just not defined. My guess that he is some sort of manual labourer seems accurate. The way he lifts and holds me gives that impression too. His treatment of me is really no better than if I were a sack of spuds. I hear him address his co-conspirator: "Are you ready to finish this bitch off?"

He lowers me now, again without looking at me. I'm so wet that I slip easily down over his cock, sighing loudly as I feel him fill me again. His hands grip my arse tightly and I wrap my legs around his waist to maintain some kind of balance. Now Cockney's hands are in my hair again, slowly pulling me backwards. I lean back tentatively, terrified of falling but eager to do as I am bidden. At last I see his thick cock again. The angle is awkward, and as he manoeuvres his hands to the back of my neck, I arch my back and tip my head as far back as it will go in order to accommodate him in my hungry mouth. He can't really thrust into me from this angle, so I reach for him with my hands, corkscrewing one hand around the base of his shaft and caressing his balls with the other while sucking furiously on the part that is in my mouth. Chuckles starts to slam into me hard though. He pulls out slowly until just the very tip of his dick is brushing my entrance, then violently he forces it into me. His hips crash against my arse and thighs and I can hear his breathing get deeper and heavier. His powerful, piercing thrusts cause my body to quiver and twitch. The heat on my skin is matched by the heat inside me. I feel it rising, spreading. Every inch of my being burns. I writhe. I twist. I moan desperately. The heat engulfs my body. Chuckles grunts like a beast. He floods my cunt with his hot come. The wrenching, agonising, bewitching feelings explode inside me. I convulse. I slip from their grasp. I collapse on the cold, wet ground.

I sit on the ground, dazed. The heat on my arse starts to dissipate as Cockney steps in front of me and casually shoots his sticky come all over my face. I don't even blink. I want to respond to it, but I am empty. Mentally, physically, emotionally...I have nothing left. They've taken it all. I don't even have the energy or the dignity to wipe it off. I stare coldly at the ground, catching sight of my beautiful knickers, now a discarded rag in a puddle. The warmth begins to drain out of me as Chuckles' load slowly oozes back out of me and on to the wet pavement.

I hear them fastening their trousers again. Cockney pulls out his wallet. He thrusts a wad of notes into my hand. I don't even look at it. I can't. The heat I feel now is in my cheeks. I'm blushing. My lip trembles as he touches me. How did I get here? He pats my cheek and murmurs "you did good, girl." It's like he's praising an obedient dog.

They walk away. My shawl is lying on the ground too. I pick it up and wrap it tightly around my shoulders, but it's soaking wet. I feel no warmer. I finally look at the money and realise it's not tenners as I had first thought. This is a wad of fifties. Tonight might be all I need, maybe more. And now, in the silence and the bitter cold, the only warmth I can feel is from the tears that begin to stream down my face...



Heat



I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Mark Turner. Have you ever noticed that sometimes reality can be stranger than fiction. That point was driven home to me over twenty years ago. At that time I was in grad school working for my masters in engineering physics. I had enough money to be able to afford a reliable, older, car and have an apartment to myself. But I didn't have the time or money to go on dates. Bummer! 

Our school is located less than ten miles, as the crow flies, from the USA/Canada border. Our winters tend to be very hard. It is not highly unusual to see a temperature reach -40 degrees. (It makes no difference whether you are using the Fahrenheit or Celsius scale. At -40 they are essentially the same.)

The drive to get to my parent's house is a ten hour drive, when the weather is good. When the weather is bad it is sometimes not advisable to make the drive. Christmas was rapidly approaching. In the Northern Adirondack mountains it is not unusual to see a real snow storm during this season. This year it looked like the storm was going to pass to the North of us. 

The drive requires a fair amount of gasoline and at least one stop for a meal. I have found that it is easier to afford when I can split the fuel cost with someone else. This year, my friend, Bob, was not going to make the trip. He was behind on his school work and had to catch up while he could. That left me in a bit of a bind. I could afford the trip home but the return trip was a bit "iffy". 

Bob came to the rescue. He knew of a girl, an undergraduate senior, who was in need of a ride to a town about ten miles further away from school than was my house. She was also an engineering physics major. All I needed to know was her name and where to meet her. 

Her name was June Brown. She had volunteered to foot the gas bill. Since she didn't have a car it was cheaper than taking the Greyhound bus.

At the appointed time June knocked on my apartment door. When I opened it I saw a somewhat heavy (pudgy would be the polite term) girl with dark hair. Her skin was a dark mocha color and she had beautiful brown eyes. (I am a very fond of brown eyes.)

I asked her if she needed a "pit stop" before we left. She didn't. I got my suitcase and took her down to my car. Our bags fit in the rear seat with plenty of room to spare. We were about two hours into the drive when the storm that was to go to the North of us decided it wanted to pass directly over our path. It was much akin to finding six inches of "partly cloudy" in your driveway.

I slowed down as much as I dared. I didn't want my car to become a hood ornament on a Semi. We were on a section of road that had a relatively steep embankment down to the forest on the right side of the road.

If you have ever driven a highway in bad conditions you are probably familiar with the fact that when a semi passes you visibility drops to zero for a few seconds. The road crews had been out and salted the road because the storm had started out as freezing rain. That meant that the road surface was coated with about half an inch of "slush".

When the truck went by us, my windshield was covered by slush and the snow from the back draft of the truck made visibility out of the side windows impossible. It is frightening to be driving along and suddenly realize that you are doing about fifty miles per hour and can't see anything!

If we had not been at the beginning of a curve we probably would have avoided what happened next. However, a curve was there and I couldn't see it coming. My car went straight ahead and the road moved away from us toward the left. We hit the embankment and slid about a hundred-fifty yards before coming up against a tree. We were wearing seat belts and shoulder harnesses. The brush and leaf debris had slowed the car significantly, but we were still going about twenty miles per hour when the car hit the tree. If the tree hadn't had a low branch at the height of the car's radiator things would have been better. As it was, I couldn't let the motor run without damaging the engine. I couldn't afford to replace the engine. 

We took stock of our situation. Neither of us had been hurt, other than bruises where the belts had restrained us. We couldn't see where the road was. I tried my cell phone, but didn't have any signal. I had an old CB radio in the car. I tuned to channel nine (the emergency channel) and tried to contact anyone. We were down below road level by probably fifty feet or more and our little radio signal was useless.

I turned on the car's radio and found a station that broadcast the local road conditions. One of the first things we heard was that the route we had been on was now closed to all traffic. It was too dangerous even for the snow plows.

"I'm sorry about this June. I tried to keep us safe and I didn't succeed. I am torn between trying to find the road and lighting a flare or waiting until the snow lets up a bit. What is your opinion?"

"I think we should stay put. We spun at least once on the way down here. Other than up hill I have no idea which way the road is. If the ground slopes down from the road and slopes up or down in the direction parallel to the road either of us could get lost. At the rate that the snow is falling a person's footprints would be filled in quickly. I don't think it would be worth it."

"I think you are right. You seem to be able to keep your cool in a bad situation. I like that!"

"Thanks, most guys are intimidated when a girl has better sense than they do. In this case I suspect that we both had reached that point of view at about the same time. I grew up on a farm. You always had to be ready to fix a sudden problem. Some things can't wait for more convenient times. You do what you need to do but you do it as safely as you can. Farming machinery isn't forgiving. What do you think we need to do now?"

"Well, since I drive this route several times a year I carry a blanket, some water, some canned food and candy bars. With the two of us the blanket may not be adequate. It's already getting cold in here. Do you have any ideas?"

There was a long pause. "Yeah, I think I do. If we put some of the clothes from our bags onto the back seat and sit next to each other with the blanket over us we will conserve heat and the one blanket might be enough. What do you think?"

"I was thinking the same thing but didn't want you to think I was trying to take advantage of you."

June's face took on a sad look. "I have never had anyone try to take advantage of me. I'm sure you've noticed that I am overweight. Guys have never been interested in me unless they needed help with math or physics."

I reached over and gently squeezed her shoulder and smiled at her. "That just shows you that a lot of people are dumb. Beauty isn't what people see from the outside. That's just pretty. Beauty comes from who the person is inside. From what I have learned, talking with you, I suspect that you are beautiful."

We moved into the back seat and spread clothing on the seat and seat back. We sat so that we were right up against each other. I found that the best way to make sure we had contact was to put my arm around her shoulders. We put the water bottle next to me and pulled the blanket over us, tucking it in on the outside lateral edges. 

All we could do to occupy the time was to talk, and talk we did! We both learned each other's dreams, likes, dislikes, interests, and so forth. 

At one point, I leaned my head back and tried to take a short nap. June did the same thing, but her head was resting against my chest and shoulder. 

I don't know how long I was asleep. I was in that place that is between sleep and wakefulness. You know the feeling. You aren't sure if what seems to be going on is a dream, real, or a combination of both. I could feel the equivalent of "morning wood" but with the added delight of someone very gently rubbing it.

I must have moaned because the feeling suddenly stopped. I got my eyes open and it looked like June was still asleep, at least her eyes were closed and her arms were folded across her chest. She looked very cute. I had never before woken up next to a woman.

To my self I must have muttered "Wow!". At the sound of my voice June's eyes opened. 

"Oh, hi June, you're awake now. I hope I didn't wake you up." 

"No, but I did hear what sounded like a 'Wow!'. Was something special going on?"

I must have turned a deep shade of red. "Uh ....Uh...No, I was waking up and must have been having a good dream. Are you staying warm enough?"

"Almost; my hands are cold."

"Let me see your hands."

She brought one of her hands out and it was bluish near the tips of her fingers.

"That's not a good sign. Do you have trouble keeping warm normally?"

"Yeah, I frostbit my hands a few years ago and they have been very sensitive to the cold ever since."

"Have you tried to stick them inside your clothes to get more heat from your body?"

"No, I'm afraid that would lead to me becoming cold all over. Do you have a suggestion?"

I must have again turned a deep shade of red. "Uh, yeah I can think of some ways to warm them up but you will get mad at me if I tell you."

"I won't get mad if what you say makes sense."

"I don't know if you are aware of it but guys tend to handle cold better than gals. You could use me to warm your hands. Please don't be angry with me for suggesting that."

"Now I need to confess something. I think you already know what I'm going to say. My hands were very cold and I had never before felt a guy's equipment so I had been warming my hands on your cock and balls through your pants."

I must have grinned. "So, I wasn't dreaming? If you don't mind risking it feel free to use me to warm your hands or anything else that needs warming. In fact, if you truly aren't familiar with a guy's package, you can put your hands inside my pants and warm them as long as you are gentle with me. As you know, a guy's balls are very sensitive."

It was June's turn to blush. "I think I'd like that. If you get a bit cold maybe you could warm your hands on me too."

"That's the nicest suggestion I have heard in a long time. I haven't had much 'hands on' time with girls. You tell me what you would like and we can see if we can raise the temperature in here."

"Well, I suspect you would enjoy warming them on my boobs."

"Oh yeah!, you have what look to be a beautiful pair."

Well, we warmed our hands on each other's bodies. I didn't need the warming but I sure loved delivering heat to her breasts and pussy. We didn't get out of our clothes, that would have been dangerous given our situation; however, we were into some very heavy petting. 

After our hands on work we were able to work out a way to each be able to relieve ourselves. Since my car is not equiped with a toilet; we opened one door, held the blanket like a cylinder with the other inside it while they squatted to relieve themselves. They we would get back into the car to warm up again. 

The time passed relatively quickly with the excellent company.

Three days later we heard the sounds of vehicles from where we thought the road should be. I turned on the CB radio and was overjoyed when we got a trucker on the line. He called the State Police and told them of the accident. We were rescued within the hour. We would go back for the car. My dad drove to the State Police barracks and picked us up. 

When we got to my home we were both exhausted. Our home doesn't have a guest room. I explained to my folks that we had been sleeping together in the car for several days so both of us would be using my bedroom. We had become so accustomed to each other that we found that we were truly in love. Both of us needed to get clean. We decided to take our showers together, that way we could help each other wash. Boy was that fun! When we went to my room it was warm and we had plenty of blankets. This time we got in bed completely nude. We were so tired that we simply fell asleep in each other's arms. 

When I awoke I found June looking at me. She was smiling. "I love you Mark. What do you think we should do about it."

"I don't have a ring, but I would love to ask you to marry me. I've learned more about you than any other person I know. I think we should consider marrying when I get out of school and get a job so that I can support us."

June had tears in her eyes and a grin on her face. "I love hearing those words from you. I was thinking the same thing."

We hugged and kissed and both moved back into sleep with our arms around each other.

When we finally got up we dressed in my clothing. She had on a sweatshirt and sweatpants I had on my older clothes. When the car got back to us she would have her own clothes again.

I re-introduced June to my parents and told them that June was probably going to be their daughter in another year or so. My parents seemed to be happy for both of us.

My parents set up a Christmas dinner for us since we had missed the real day. My folks invited her parents to join us. We liked each other's parents. 

When June's parents asked about how we kept from freezing we simply indicated that we had figured out how to reduce our heat loss to the point where our own bodies provided the heat. Her father looked like he had an idea of what we were talking about; but nobody asked any questions. At the end of our meal I told her parents that we had decided on getting married when I received my master's degree and had a good job. They seemed to be very happy with this news.

My car did get towed home and a new radiator and minimal body work was done so that the hood would close properly again. June and I drove back to school together. From then on until we both were out of school June ate her meals with me and spent her weekends with me at my apartment. 

We married shortly after I got my master's degree and a full time job. The thing that brought all of this to mind is that our children are away at school and will be heading back here for Christmas dinner. We are wondering if they will end up having to share heat like we did.

Our marriage gets better every year. We both work for the same company, in the same department. We both share the housework and of course we share our body heat every night.

We hope to enjoy many more Christmas meals together as husband and wife.



Heat



I'm at a party. There's music and loud conversation, and far too many people for such a small house, but I'm having fun, and the booze is flowing freely. A man keeps glancing at me from across the room. Not staring at me or giving me the once-over, just brief glances. He's good looking, but not my usual type, probably a little over forty years old, with dark hair and gray eyes, a little short, but well-built. At one point, our eyes meet and and my body suddenly feels too hot, my clothes too tight. I glance away, feeling my face burn, knowing that I must be bright red. I've always hated that I blush so easily. It broadcasts my emotions for all the world to see. I turn away from him to retrieve a bottled water from the cooler in the kitchen, and I can feel his gaze prickling the back of my neck as I go.

Throughout the evening he remains on the periphery of my vision. I see him laughing with friends and engaging in animated conversation, but we don't seem to have any mutual acquaintances, so our orbits never overlap. I feel his eyes on me though, the heat of his gaze making me flush, making my nipples stiffen and my flesh tingle. I see the faint smile that curves his lips when he sees the effect that his regard is having on me. At one point I see him start to make his way over to me and my heart beat accelerates. I wonder if I'll be capable of saying anything intelligible to him when he finally manages to wade through the sea of people that separates us. He never makes it. Halfway across the room he is waylaid by a trio of friends who demand that he join them outside for a cigar. I let out a long breath as I watch him make his way to the back porch, trying not to feel too disappointed.

After awhile, the loud music and the press of so many bodies drives me to seek a place where I can sit down for a minute and collect myself. I walk down the hallway, looking for the exit to the porch. As I pass by what I think is an empty doorway, someone in the room beyond reaches out and grabs my arm. I turn back, startled and wary, to see the man from before, the one with the gray eyes and the burning glance. All of my blood rushes to my face, and I open my mouth to say something, but then I close it. I do something that I could never have pictured myself doing, not in a million years. I lean back and press my lips to his. I feel his surprise and his instant response. His hand tightens on my arm and he pulls me into the room, maintaining the gentle pressure of the kiss, as he closes the door behind us. When we're alone together he lets go of my arm and pulls me close to him. He deepens the kiss, opening my lips with his tongue and exploring my mouth. My mind whirls. I've never been kissed so thoroughly before. My body throbs and burns under his touch. His hands start exploring me, sliding down my back and cupping my ass, then pulling me tight against him. I feel his hard cock pressing against my belly and I feel giddy. I make a helpless grinding motion against him, trying to soothe the throbbing ache between my thighs. A part of me still can't believe what I'm doing, but most of me wants nothing more then to be taken. I want him to fuck me. I want him to use me for his own pleasure. I want him to pound me until I beg for mercy.

He breaks the kiss. "Take off your clothes," he says.

I stare at him, my thoughts hazy. "All of them?" I ask.

He smiles. "Yes."

I obey, tossing my purse to the ground, then unzipping my dress and pulling it over my head. I unsnap my bra and let it fall to the floor. Then I kick off my sandals, step out of my panties, and stand before him naked. He's a few feet away, his eyes moving up and down my body. Wherever his gaze lingers I feel my skin grow hot. By the time he finishes his inspection I'm trembling all over, my body wracked with a combination of nerves and desire. He looks into my eyes and a jolt goes through me. "Kneel," he says, and I do, my heart thundering. It seems natural to obey him, and the relief of knowing that he has taken control of this encounter puts me more at ease.

His hands move to unbuckle his belt. He unzips his jeans and pulls them off along with his boxers, stepping out of them easily, along with his shoes. Then he's wearing nothing but a black t-shirt with the Rolling Stones mouth on the front. His cock is huge. Bigger than any other cock I've had the privilege of seeing first-hand. It juts out from between his legs, fully erect and straining towards me. I give a little gasp and my face goes red again. His lips quirk in a smile and he comes very close to me, his cock almost touching my face. He strokes my hair. "You're too cute." He caresses my cheek and I sigh, relaxing a little more, waiting for his next command. Instead, he asks me a question. "Do you want to suck my cock?"

"Yes," I say. I had thought that by now I was surely beyond the point of blushing, but the directness of his question brings the blood flooding back to my cheeks.

"Do it then," he says. "But clasp your hands behind your back and keep then there." I do as he tells me, lacing my hands together at my lower back and then leaning forward to caress him with my tongue. I lick my way up the length of his shaft and swirl my tongue around its crown. Then I open my mouth wide and take the first few inches of him between my lips. He gives a soft moan and tangles his hands in my hair. I suck gently at the head of his cock, tracing slow circles around the rim with the tip of my tongue. Then I go deeper, taking more of him into my mouth, struggling to open my throat to receive him. I move my head back and forth, taking him in until I gag. I retreat, fastening my lips around the head of his cock once more and lathing it with my tongue. His hands tighten in my hair and he says "Open your mouth." It takes me a moment to focus on his words, but I obey him, opening my mouth wide, the head of his cock still poised between my lips.

Using his hands in my hair to anchor my head in place, he begins to push himself inside my mouth, thrusting in and out, then pushing deeper. He ignores my gagging, pushing until his entire length is down my throat. He holds me there for a few moments, and despite the gagging and drooling, there is something delicious about having my mouth so completely full of cock. He releases me and I take a gasping breath as he grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet. "Go lie down on the bed and spread your legs," he says.

It's only then that I realize we're in a spare bedroom. I look around the room and see a bed in the far corner. I go to it and lie down on top of the comforter, spreading my legs wide, my breath coming fast and my heart thudding. He climbs up on the bed and hovers over top of me. One of his hands goes between my legs and parts the lips of my pussy. "You're soaked," his fingers find my clit and rub it gently. I moan, my hips rocking against his hand. Then he stops stroking and looks into my eyes. "I'm going to fuck you now," he says. A shiver travels the entire length of my body and I moan, lifting my hips and spreading my legs wide for him. He positions himself between my thighs and grasps his cock in one hand, tracing the head of it up and down my slick flesh until I cry out and squirm.

Then I feel the head of his cock pressing against the entrance to my pussy. "Please," I moan. I can't help myself. He braces himself on one elbow and begins pressing forward. Slowly, inch after glorious inch, his cock disappears inside of me until his balls press firmly against the outside of my pussy. I've never felt so incredibly full. I wrap my legs around his waist and he begins to thrust in and out of me. His pace is measured and unhurried. He moves as if he has the entire night to fuck me, pulling almost all the way out of my pussy and then slamming himself back in again, making me cry out over and over. He reaches between us and fingers my clit, rubbing it in tight circles, gradually increasing the pace of his thrusts as my cries become desperate and wild.

His head hovers just above mine, looking into my face, his gray eyes intent with pleasure. His breath is coming harshly now and I know that he's close too. I'm poised just at the brink of climax, reveling in the pleasure that he is taking from my body. "Come for me," he says. I obey. I'm helpless not to. He catches my scream with his mouth, kissing me hard and continuing to pound me as my entire body convulses, my pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock. The world swims away from me for a moment, but it rushes back when I hear him give a soft groan. The pace of his thrusting becomes almost frenzied. Then he gives a cry and pulls out of me, his hand grasping his cock and stroking it once, twice, three times before his seed erupts and splatters my belly with fat white droplets. I watch his face as he comes, and it is flushed and exultant. His body is shuddering all over, and the muscles of his thighs tremble. His climax goes on for a long time, and I take great pleasure in watching him come. When he finishes, he rolls over on his side, moving so that he can lie beside me. He grabs a handful of tissues from the box on the bedside table and hands them to me. I wipe myself off, regretting having to erase the traces of him so soon. When I'm finished, he takes me in his arms.

"Wow," I say.

"Agreed," he replies with a smile. He leans over, kissing me softly, and I snuggle closer against him. "As much as I would like to lie here with you for the rest of the night, we should probably get back to the party before our host finds out that we've been fucking on his bed."

I sit up, staring at him. "Oh fuck, I thought this was a guest room!"

He chuckles, sitting up and sliding off the bed to retrieve his pants. "Don't worry, I don't think it'll bother him all that much. I'll just warn him that he might want to change his sheets before he goes to bed." He leans over to kiss me as he buckles his belt. "I'll bring him a bottle of bourbon next time I see him and all will be forgiven."

I rise from the bed now too, going to the pile of my clothes and slipping back into them. My skin feels very sensitive and the cloth of my dress tickles against my thighs. I shudder, remembering how it felt to have him fucking me hard. He comes across the room to me and zips up the back of my dress. "Thank you," I say.

"You're welcome." He turns me around and tilts my face up to his, giving me a hard kiss. "I would like nothing more than to play with you until the sun comes up," he says, cupping my left breast in one hand and giving my nipple a hard pinch, making me gasp. "But I really don't think we should impose on our host's hospitality any more than we already have. Give me your phone." I reach into my purse and retrieve my phone, unlock it, and then hand it to him. I watch as he adds his name and number to my contacts. It gives me a thrill to discover his name. It is a little strange to realize that I'd fucked someone whose name I didn't know, but it wasn't as if I'd had much of a chance to ask him. "Call me some time soon," he says, "Maybe we could go out on a date."

"That would be wonderful," I say. I tuck my phone back into my purse, then step into my shoes. "Would you like me to give you my number?"

"Nope, I trust you to call me." He grins. "You could tell me your name though."

I laugh and tell him. He kisses me one last time, and we return to the party. As he submerges back into the crush of people in the main room he gives me one last backward look. Heat crackles between us and I find myself already imagining what he's going to do to me the next time we're alone together. I decide that I will also have to buy our host a bottle of bourbon. This has been, hands down, the best party I've ever been to.

The End



Heat



Ugh. Hot. I swear you could use the ground to grill burgers. I glare down at the asphalt, trying to match the ferocity of the sun. My body finally reaches its tolerance for the heat, forcing me to retreat back inside from the balcony. Which to be honest, isn't any better. Several of the apartments in this building has had their a/c conditioner go out. Including mine.

I finally shed my t-shirt, sporting a black tank top and a black sports bra. The baggy, faded blue jeans will be the next to go. I sink down onto the couch and sigh. I tied my long brown hair up into a pony tail, but the humidity helps a few strands escape. I have four fans blowing, trying to create some kind of air current, and one facing me. I find myself praying that the air conditioner repair man gets here soon.

The door of apartment 16B must be open. I can hear her arguing with someone about her cooling system. She's loud. And bossy. A little crazy. Incredibly hot. Long, dark brown hair, sun tanned body, and curves that could make hands tremble. Her lips form the most kissable pout I've ever seen, and her eyes are a crystal clear blue-green that remind me of rain. Her temper makes her like some kind of tropical storm. Beautiful and destructive. And I just want to drink it all up.

So many times I've sat in this exact spot. Dreaming about what it would be like to have her ride my strap-on. Feeling her thighs against mine. Watching her pleasure rise. God, I wanna fuck her so bad. My hands reach down to the zipper of my jeans. I've been wearing my harness and its new attachment to get a feel for it. The draining temperature wins and I give up on the struggle to move it aside so I can touch myself as I dream about her. Kasey.

In an attempt to take my mind of her and the blazing heat, I turn on the radio. Music fills the living room and though the temperature seems to rise, due to an additional electronic being used, at least my mood improves.

The yelling across the hallway stops and I hear heavy footsteps quickly making their way to the elevator. Kasey follows them halfway screaming obscenities and then, I assume she walks back to her apartment. I just shake my head at the unnecessary commotion.

Suddenly there's a loud knock at my door. Who the hell wants to bother me today?

I open the door. To my astonishment and pleasure, Kasey is standing in my doorway. "Do you have any air conditioning?" she asks with her hands on her hips.

As I stand there staring with my mouth open and her impatience rises. "What?" I stammer.

"Is your A/C working?" she repeats.

"Oh. Not it's not." I say, disappointedly.

She breathes out in frustration and runs her hands through her hair.

"But, I do have ice cold beer and tea, if that helps any."

"It doesn't," she says pushing her way into my home, "but I'll still take the beer."

"Absolutely!"

She plops herself down on the couch, and I work on opening two bottles of beer. As promised they are chilled. I sit on the edge of the coffee table across from her and hand her one. She takes it and gulps a quarter of it down like soda. I'd be lying if I didn't say I was a little impressed. I take a swig of mine and set it down.

"The heat's bad isn't it?" Best I could do for small talk. She gives me a well-that's-pretty-obvious look and crosses her legs.

"Yeah. In fact I think it's even hotter in your apartment than mine."

"Sorry about that. I've got all my fans going. Not much else I can do."

"It's ok. I'll probably head out, soon anyways." Her beer drains another quarter.

"Sure you're not gonna want another one?" I say teasingly with a raised eyebrow.

"Can I?" She lights up.

"Yeah. Let me go get you another one."

I rise from my perch and make my way back to the kitchen. I hear her sigh, and so I look over my shoulder. She grabs her hair and pulls it to the top of her head, before letting it spill over the couch. I just want to run my finger through it.

"I don't know how you do it." She calls to me.

"Do what?"

"If this was my apartment, I'd be sitting around naked."

"Well, to be honest I was getting there; till you knocked on my door."

"Well, we're both girls! If were gonna go another round of beers, I have to take some of these clothes off."

I try to swallow the lump beginning to form in my throat.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, is that ok?"

I brace myself on the counter, and then refocus on opening the beers. "Yeah. It's fine."

When I get back to the living room she's tossed her shorts and t-shirt on the ground and is wearing only her bra and panties. She eyes my tank top and I give a thin smile as I set the beers down and pull it off. She looks somewhat disappointed, probably mistaking my reluctance to take my clothes off for modesty. Really it's to conceal the pretend boner I'm sporting.

After a third round of beers her bra and panties come off. Kasey the hot girl from apartment 16B, is walking around my apartment stark naked. Fuck. This is so much more than I could hope for. She smiles happily from intoxication. Casually and confidently she strolls about, almost parading her amazing body in front of me. No doubt thinking that I'm the kind of girl who would get jealous over such things, wishing that I had her features. Well, in a sense I was. I was wanting her features on me.

She picks up one of the frames on a shelf. "What's this?" She asks before taking another sip of beer.

"An ex." I blurt out before I can stop myself.

"Oh?" She looks at me curiously. "Are you a lesbian?"

"Yes." I say, before taking a drink of the beer in my hand. "Does that bother you?"

"You mean because I'm naked?" She asks.

I nod.

"No." She says setting it back down and walking to the side of me. "I'm not a lesbian." She tells me.

"Alright." I can't help but admire how comfortable she is with her body, and that somehow makes me uncomfortable. Which she notices. She smirks.

"Do you like what you see?" Her vanity rises up and she stands before me.

"God yes." I say, unable to lie, unsure if I'd even want to.

Her smile widens and she straddles me. "Do I turn you on?"

"More than you know." I smile back.

"Show me." She demands.

And that's it. I feel myself melt. And it's been proven. Not even the sun could give off this much heat.

I twist my fingers into her hair, pulling her mouth to mine. My whole body pulses when our lips touch. Hers does too, I can tell by the way she gasps for air. She kisses me harder. I'm giving her what she wants, but she wants it all at once. Oh God her lips feel so good as they take mine into her mouth. She begins to rock on my lap, her body ebbing and flowing, her abs becoming flush with mine, and then her back arching. Closer or deeper? She can't decide. Her breasts press against my sports bra, and I regret not taking it off sooner. They aren't much bigger than a handful, but they are so full they could burst.

She begins to moan a little. Just from kissing. Just from grinding on me. I wanna know how wet she is. I wanna feel it on my fingers, on my mouth, on my cock. And that's when she notices it. As she pushes her hips into mine, I buck my waist up, and she feels my strap on.

"What is that?" She asks, partly dazed from the heat and lightheaded from kissing.

I try very hard not to blush, but I can't help it. "It's uh... It's a strap on." I admit feeling a little silly, wearing it for, to her, no apparent reason.

"I see." She removes herself from me and gets on her knees. She takes her time, and runs her hands up my thighs. She undoes the belt. The button. The zipper. Oh fuck. I know I must be dripping wet beneath this harness. Oh fuck. She pulls out my cock out and smirks again. "Do you ever let girls suck it?"

I can only nod.

"Good." She looks up at me, the look in her eyes makes my heart hammer. She grips it and licks from the base to the head. She looks so hot doing it. Her lips part and she takes it into her mouth and moves it around with her tongue. She continues to move her hands over my thighs. Up to my hips, where she squeezes. I press into her hands and force her to take the cock a little deeper. We both moan loudly.

Suddenly she stops. She rises from the floor and straddles me again, lowering herself onto my cock. She arches back, her breasts bare in front of me. I pull her close to bring one to my mouth. Carefully I drag my tongue from underneath, to the tip of her nipple, up to her neck. Then I work back down to suck on her nipples. She lifts herself up a ways off the strap on, and moves back down quickly.

"Oh. God, yes." She breathes. I moan as well, flicking my tongue hard and fast. Her thighs tremble a bit and then she pushes me back against the couch, takes off my sports bra, and takes one of my breasts in her hand and the other in her mouth.

My moaning increases and in turn I thrust against her. "Oh fuck! Yes. You're cock feels so good! Fuck."

"Oh god, yes baby." I say gripping her hips, helping her slide faster on me. "Yes. Ride me hard."

"Yes. Oh. Yes. Fuck. Fuck this feels so good." She slams hard onto my cock, and it's like I can feel her tightening around me.

"Your pussy feels so good on my cock. So fucking tight. So fucking wet."

"Mmm, fuck. Yes." She's riding me so hard. So fast. Her nails dig in as she grips my shoulders, and I'm sure I've left a nice brand of fingerprints. Her breasts rub against mine, the sensation drives me insane. She's so wet it's soaking through my jeans.

"Fuck. OH, God. Oh. I'm gonna cum." She's riding me so hard now that her breasts bounce, and I marvel at the sight of her perfect tits.

"Come baby. I want you to come all over my cock." I feel like I'm so deep inside her, and as her orgasm mounts so does mine. I feel like I'm going to come inside her. I grab ahold of her hips and thrust, fucking her as hard as I can. Her moans get so loud she's almost screaming, and I know I'm going to push her over that edge.

"Fuck. Fuck. Oh God, baby, yes! Fuck me hard! Fuck, you're gonna make me come so fucking hard."

Her body tenses before she shivers from her orgasm. As her trembling increases and her moaning subsides it's as if the world stood still for a while. Everything seems quiet. No more static from the radio. The shuffling upstairs has stopped, and the person in the apartment next to mine has turned down their TV. I laugh and look up at Kasey. She laughs a little too.

She kisses me swiftly on the mouth. "I think I'm gonna go shower," She says running a hand through her hair.

"Yeah. Um. Want me to grab you a towel?"

Kasey laughs. "No. At my apartment." She throws her t-shirt back on, and zips up her shorts. She grabs her underwear off the floor and heads to my door. "But, you're welcome to join me." She says over her shoulder with a seductive half smile.