0 comments/ 43785 views/ 4 favorites Last Night By: Kelly Louise As we stand together in the shower the water flowing over our bodies, I have never needed you so much. As you stand behind me and kiss my neck, your hard cock pressing into my back, I cup my hands under my full breasts and close my eyes. I bend and turn my head, feeling your lips hot on my flesh as your hands slide over my tummy. Up under my hands, we hold my breasts, your fingers finding each nipple and teasing them gently, making me moan. Pulling, rolling, circling each one you make me chew my lips, God! you make me horny. Your hands now on my waist, leaving my fingers to play with my nipples, holding, pulling them as I moan. Your fingers slide down my thighs and then between my legs, gently opening them. My hands now reach behind and hold your hard cock, thrusting my body forward, waiting for your touch. My nails glide over your balls then I start to wank you, slow easy strokes, wrapping my hand around your cock like my pussy longs to be. Your fingers glide over my pussy, parting my lips and finding the creamy wetness mixing with the water. Just one finger dipping in, making me sigh as I open my legs wider. Sliding over my swollen clit, rubbing gently, teasing mmmmmm you tease as I wank. Now with two fingers you enter my pussy, slowly circling round and coating them with my juice, then out and over my clit once more. Still wanking you with one hand I join yours with the other, my fingers sliding over my smooth pussy, pushing yours back inside. Pushing your fingers in deep, I press my hand over yours and start to fuck myself with your fingers. Letting go of your cock, I rub my clit, thrusting my hips forward as I use your fingers, deeper, harder with each thrust. You kiss my back as I fuck myself, moaning louder as I use your hand, forward and back I thrust my hips, rubbing my clit slow but hard. I can feel my body start to tense as I push your fingers into my pussy, deeper, ooooooo so deep, reaching all the way in, your cock hard against my ass, waiting to fill my wet pussy, as you thrust your hips to match mine. You hold me tight as I scream, my knees buckle, I cum. My pussy throbs as I wash your fingers with my creamy, sweet juice. For a moment I hold your hand still, feeling my cum ooze through your fingers, as my pussy pulses. As I shudder that final shudder, I slip your fingers out of my pussy, still holding your hand, I bring it up to my mouth Slowly I rub your fingers over my lips, opening them slowly I taste my cum. My tongue swirling, cleaning my juice from each one. Fuck me, I want you to take me, I want you to use me PLEASEEEEEE. As the water cascades down our bodies, you hold me close, your hips pressed into mine as we tease. I don't want to turn, you could be anyone, some lover I have never met before. Leaning forward, I place my hand on the cold tiled wall, my legs part as I spread them across the shower tray and stand on the rim, lifting up onto the balls of my feet, I slip my hand between my legs, brushing over my wet pussy. Reaching further until I find your balls, so hard, so full, I hold them gently. Slowly playing with each one, gilding them through my fingers, as my arm rubs over my pussy, my clit so hard and slimy, coated in my cum. I arch my back as I hold your cock, wanking it slowly, pulling it gently forward between my legs. Slipping the tip over my ass, then further, past my pussy, through my lips, coating it in my juice. You hold my hips tight as I reach my clit, we moan deeply as I slide it forward and back, teasing myself with your cock. From my clit to my ass, forward and back each time pressing the tip so that it just enters my pussy then back out, covered in my thick cream, using your cock like I used your hand. Each time I slip your cock inside it goes in further, my pussy aching to be filled, yet each time I slip it out and rub it back and forth. Again and again, I slip you in, then out over my clit, holding your big hard cock, as I move my hips, rubbing, teasing, playing. You can't take any more as I slip you into my pussy you grab my hand and thrust your cock in deep, mmmmmmm, so deep, so hard, filling me. You thrust so hard that I have to lean against the wall, pushing myself back, slamming my ass against your hips. Tight, so tight you hold my hips and fuck me, each thrust filling my pussy like never before. Leaning back, you watch your cock slide in and out, glistening with my juice then being washed by the water running down my back. Watch your cock fill me. Feel my fingers now on my clit then just one rubbing your cock each time you pull back. So close, I'm so close, deep moans growling in my throat. I want to feel your cock throb in my pussy as you fill me with your cum. Fuck me, fuck me hard. Cum with me, together, pleaseeeee. Tell me, TELL ME NOW. OOOOOOOOOOOO yesssssssssssssss. The whole world knows we have cum as I scream and you groan. I can feel you filling my pussy, your cock pumping your cum deep as my cum floods down my legs. So much, so much cum. My muscles wanking your cock, getting every last drop. You hold me tight as we shudder, our bodies draining, every muscle tense, yet wanting more, I want more, tell me you want more. Reaching up and turning off the water, I turn slowly, my hands slide down your wet body as I sink to my knees. My lips kiss your legs slowly and my tongue flicks over your flesh. My hands spread wide as I massage your thighs, my nails digging in gently, teasing you. Further up your legs I kiss, letting my tongue lick and savour the taste of your body. Higher, so close, my soft lips reach your balls. Little kisses over each one as I hear you moan, you pant as you try to hold your breath, willing me to take you into my mouth. Reaching further with my tongue, under your balls, flicking back and forth, close to your ass. Gently I press your cock onto your tummy, lifting up your balls so that I can reach every bit. Your cock twitches as I lick you, teasing you with every touch. Taking one ball, so full and hard into my mouth. Sucking it gently as I roll my tongue over it, then the other, filling my mouth. I let it slip from my lips as I look up at you, my mouth still open ready for your cock, your fingers holding my head softly, willing me, wanting me. With just the tip of my tongue I start to lick up your cock, all the way round, slowly up and down, each time closer to the end. I can taste our cum, so sweet and fresh. Up to the end then back down over your balls, your body shuddering with every touch of my lips and tongue. I slip my fingers over my wet pussy and coat them in our cum that is oozing from me. Gently I rub each finger over your cock, covering it for me to clean. With my lips open, I let my tongue circle the end of your cock, closing my mouth and kissing it. GOD! We taste so good as I sink my lips down around you. Inch by inch I take your cock further into my mouth. I hear you say "yes" each time you feel my tongue flick your cock. Deep into my mouth then back out to the end, slowly moving my head up and down, your ass clenches as I eat your cock. I want to feel your hot cum slide down my throat, so deep in my mouth that my lips touch your balls. In then out, kissing, licking, eating. You hold my head still and start to fuck my mouth, oooooyesssssssssssss fuck it, use my mouth as if it was my pussy, so warm and wet, needing to be filled. Your hips thrust faster, my lips holding your cock tight, my fingers holding your tightening balls. Fuck my mouth, fill it with your cum. Harder you thrust, pulling my head into your body each time your cock sliding into my throat. Now, cum now, I want it, I want it NOW! You pull back, your cock rests on my lips, for a moment we are still then as you moan you thrust deep into my mouth, pulling my head onto you, you cum. Your cock throbs as it fills my mouth, mmmmmmm so much cum pumping down my throat, so hot and fresh. OOOOOYESSSSSS I love this, you taste so good, your cock throbbing deep in my throat. I hold your cock tight with my lips, wanking you, milking every last drop from it. I can feel you body drain, every muscle in spasm as you struggle for breath. Your hands slip from my head as I swallow your cum, your hands pressed onto the shower walls, steadying yourself. Opening my mouth, I let your cock rest on my lips, flicking my tongue over the tip, teasing you once more, making sure I leave not one drop. Standing up I kiss you hard you can taste your cum on my lips, now it's my turn, lets get out of the shower, I want you to taste me, my pussy is so wet and needs to feel your tongue. Last Night You know who you are. I’m so sorry. I love you. -C Last night was the best of my life. You pulled me out of misery with so few words, doing for me what days of moping could not. I lay just below the surface of the water, the warm fluid brushing against my eyelashes as I choked back tears. Depression had set in so long ago I couldn’t remember what it was like to be happy, as stupid and childish as that seems even now. The only sound, muffled in my water-filled ears, was the fan humming away above me, so I didn’t hear you when you slipped into the bathroom. You must have taken off your shirt while I was under the water, tossing it aside and lowering yourself to the side of the tub. A disturbance in the surface of the water, causing me to gasp and open my eyes, was the first time I’d seen you all day. My head flew out of the water. I wasn’t expecting you. You smiled at me, unhappily, no cheer inside you. I’m so sorry for the days of misery I put you through during my depression; I loved you even while I told you otherwise. “What’s up?” you said, putting your hand in the warm bathwater. I sank back below, unable to find any words to speak to you. Not just you; to anyone. Your hand moved next to me in the water, brushing up against my flesh. No tingles rose in my body, no goose bumps of excitement, and no pleasure at your touch. I didn’t feel anything but my sorrow. “If the tub wasn’t so small I’d get in with you.” My face went under the water, fluid filling my ears once more. I saw your mouth move above me, but only muffled nonsense came to me below the surface. I was floating alone in my own world, apart from you though you were so nearby. Frowning, you stood up. I closed my eyes again, expecting you to leave. My misery isn’t yours; you don’t have to take it. You have the power to turn and walk away, to leave me unhappy. You’ve done so before, but not this time. The next thing I knew you were climbing into the tiny tub, your big body straddling mine, squishing me between your legs. Sputtering, I rose from underneath, coughing up the water I’d choked down upon your entrance. Putting your bare arms in the tub beside my head, you lowered your stomach and chest onto mine, pushing me into the water. Your skin felt so good, your body so warm and slick. I could hear my own breaths echo in the crook of your neck, and buried my face there, relaxing against you, squished as I was. I have never loved you more than at that moment, never as much as feeling your strength against you, the reality of your body against mine. Your hot breaths against my cheek, and the feel of your erection against me, strong even at the worst of times. It depressed me, that bulge against my mound. I didn’t want it. For once it wouldn’t make me complete, wouldn’t solve my problems. I wanted you, but not in that way. I wanted you in every other way. To hold me. To cherish me. To treat me good, even though I couldn’t put into words at the time what I wanted from you. But no more words needed to be spoken. You lay on top of me for a while, the water splashing over the side and onto the floor. Usually you would be upset, usually you would be angry. Usually you would hurry to clean up the mess, but not this time. You let it splash. You held me, on top of me, until the water around us grew cold. The water became tepid, uncomfortable, and even as comfortable as your weight was on top of my body. Straightening your arms, you lifted yourself off of me, causing the whimper that came from my lips. I didn’t want to lose you; even for the moments it would take you to be in my arms again. Without a word, you pull the plug, the water swirling around my feet to drain from our bathtub. You got to your feet, pulling the shower curtain loudly inside the tub. Seeming to ignore my body on the floor of the tub, you start the water again, pulling the showerhead on, and covering yourself in the flow. Looking down at me finally, you held out your hand, offering me assistance up. The floor was slippery, but I got to my feet. I reached for you, wrapping my arms around you, pulling your big body towards mine. The tears came back, hurting my throat, falling down my cheeks as the hot water washed over our entwined bodies. We stood under the flow, just holding each other, not happy, but at least complete. You pushed me away, and I felt like reaching out, grabbing you, pulling you back. But I lacked the energy, the ability to put into words or actions what I wanted. I stood there, meekly, submissively, unable to do anything for myself as you wet yourself thoroughly under the stream, soaking your hair, drops of the water coating your body. You stop drenching yourself and move out of the flow, taking me by the upper arms and placing me under the water. I close my eyes as it begins to pound on me, the drops like little hot bombs going off on my miserable flesh. Breathing heavily, I almost fade out, unable to tell what’s going to happen next, unable to care. But your big hands are moving up and down my body, getting every inch of my flesh wet, like yours is. Your hands find my hair and smooth it back, drenching every strand. I felt twice as heavy, finally warm inside, and your hands continue to move. One hand left my body, but I hardly noticed, my flesh bending to the will of your hand as it continued to move across my skin, touching every part of me. No special attention was paid to my breasts, no special attention anywhere. Or was it everywhere? The same attention spread out, and made me feel good. Somewhere inside of me depression had moved aside, and a golden spark of happiness showed through. I wasn’t able to recognize it yet, but it was there, being coaxed and fanned and cherished as it would grow. Your second hand came back, the bar of soap clutched in your slippery fingers. Slowly you began to wash me, scrubbing my skin softly, running the slick bar of soap up and down my arms, under my arms in my sensitive armpits, across my breasts and circulating around my nipples. You followed with your second hand, almost rubbing the soap in, your arms reaching around my body to stroke my back, my buttocks, my thighs. I felt myself helpless in your arms for new reasons, pleasure stroked into my bones. Turning me around to face the stream, you held my body against your back, your strong arms wrapped around me, wiping away the soap with help from the hot water. I felt the bulge again, prodding against my backside. No disappointment now. Instead, pleasure at the feel of the organ, happiness that it was there, behind me. Slightly I wriggled my hips against you, and my small movement was far from unnoticed. I think you understood, I think you knew that I couldn’t ask, I think you knew that I didn’t totally want it but I think you knew how much I did. No words were spoken, but you understood me, because you are a part of me. Gently your hand drifted down my belly, rubbing my rough pubic hair with your soapy hands, cleaning me completely. The slickness between my legs was much thicker than the water, and you surely noticed it. But you didn’t take any extra time there, giving my sex the same attention that you’d given the rest of my body. Bending down a bit, you moved your cock between my legs. Not up inside me, but between my legs. It felt as though I were sitting across your length, perched upon you like a bird on a wire, feeling the throbbing of your cock between my thighs. Resting back, my whole weight against you, I allowed you to continue stroking my body, even though all the soap was gone. You took control over me then, while I sat on you, your hands circling my navel and moving up and down my belly. I moaned into the water, half a moan of unhappiness, but half a moan of intense pleasure. Moving back, you pulled your cock out from between my legs, the feel of your skin tugging mine, slicking mine, stroking mine, almost enough to make me fall to my knees right then and there. Kissing my neck under the water, you moved back between my legs, doing it again. I don’t know how long you continued those fluid movements. They seemed to lift me out of my body and to a better place, a higher place, a wonderful utopia of pleasure. The water beat hard down on my breasts, almost hurting my sensitive nipples as you pulled your cock out and thrust it back in, no penetration but sexy pleasure nonetheless. My orgasm was long in coming, one of intense desperation that I cannot explain, and with a shuddering pleasure I feel relief spreading through my body. It was as though the days of tension and misery were swept out of my system with each shiver up my spine. You continued to pull your cock between my legs, stroking slowly and leisurely as all my misery was swept away. I turned around and straddled you, taking you in my arms, lifting my face up to yours and kissing you for the first time in days. Our lips had touched, but I hadn’t kissed you, so now I did, drawing all your sweetness and lust and love out through my mouth and into me. The water hitting my back was turning chilly, it’s warmth drawn completely away. I reached around and turned it off, turning back to hold you in the shockingly chilly air, your hot cock pulsing between us. Finally you made the move to break away, pulling back the curtain and grabbing the towel off the rack, bringing it to me and wiping me down. You dried me like a baby, gently taking all the cold away from me, rubbing it in my hair so that I no longer dripped. Then you gave yourself the same treatment, stepped out of the tub, and holding out a welcome hand led me to the bedroom. We got on the bed, turning towards each other, gripping each other desperately. Who was in whose arms? I don’t remember, we were both holding each other. Your cock slipped easily between my legs again, up inside me, filling me as you filled the void inside me. We held each other as we made love easily in the awkward position, each on our side, facing each other, neither of us saying a word as we moved fluidly back and forth, in and out, on and off, until we couldn’t move any more. You didn’t finish. You didn’t need to. I didn’t need to again. We were finally content all the way through, and I couldn’t even remember being unhappy. You drew me back into the real world, into my life, into your life, and I thank you for it. I can’t promise that my depression will never come again, but I can promise that I will always remember that day, when you made me so, so happy. Thank you. I love you. Last Night It was the last night of our visit together. I was lying on the couch with my head in Joel’s lap. His hand was down my shirt, lazily teasing my nipples. I moaned happily and he bent to kiss me. Joel’s hand left my tits and slipped under my skirt. He rubbed my pussy for a moment, feeling how wet I was for him. “Get up,” Joel whispered. I obliged and he bent me over the arm of the couch. He raised my skirt and slowly pulled off my thong. His fingers found my wet cunt, teasing me mercilessly. I squirmed, raising my hips a little to give him better access. “Slut,” he said, slapping my ass hard. He stopped teasing me and gave me a few playful spanks. “Harder,” I begged. Grabbing a fistful of my hair in one hand, Joel spanked me hard. When my ass was glowing red, he released me. I immediately dropped to my knees, eager to suck his cock. Instead, he directed me to remove the rest of my clothing and go wait on the bed. Naked, I watched as he removed his own clothes. He had such a beautiful cock. He was already hard and my mouth watered just looking at him. I wanted him so bad. Fortunately, I wouldn’t have to wait long. “Put that red ass up!” Joel demanded. I complied and he moved up behind me. I moaned as he shoved his hard cock into me. He pounded me hard, holding my hips. I loved the way he slapped up against my sore ass. This position was always one of my favorites. It seemed so naughty yet felt so good. Joel had me screaming in orgasm in no time. My climaxes were so powerful they left me dizzy. Joel’s fingers grabbed my ass hard and I felt him fill me with cum. A moment later, he released me and we collapsed onto the bed together. We lay cuddled up for a while, recovering from the orgasms. Our warm bodies pressed together in the sweaty sheets. Joel kissed the back of my neck and I dozed off in his arms. A short time later, I woke to find Joel pulling a small bag out of the bedside table. “What’s that?” I asked, sleepily. “I went to the toy store, baby,” he grinned. At that point, I knew I would be losing my anal virginity. We had discussed it at length. I was intrigued by the idea but terrified of it at the same time. I felt excitement race through me as Joel directed me to lie on my tummy. I knew he had some sort of toy in the bag but he wouldn’t let me see it. I closed my eyes and felt him part my cheeks. He sensually spread lube on my tight hold, easing his finger into me. I was amazed at how good it felt. I had resisted letting anyone touch me there for so long. I’d always been so worried about the cleanliness factor that I had refused to consider any anal play. “Ready for the toy, sweetie?” Joel asked. I nodded, hugging a pillow tight. With a gentle push, the anal vibrator slid into my well lubed ass. There was a bit of pain at this intrusion but it wasn’t too bad. “What the hell did you put in me?” I asked as my anus stretched around the toy. “Just a little something to warm you up,” he replied, turning up the vibration. “Little? It feels huge.” “Well, it’s not exactly small,” he conceded. For the next several minutes he alternated rubbing my back and playing with the vibe. I was in heaven. I was so worked up that my pussy was leaking juice all over the bed. Joel started fucking me with the toy and I begged for his cock. He kissed me and carefully withdrew the toy. He stretched his body on top of mine and swiftly shoved his cock into me. I nearly screamed at the pain. Joel has a cock most porn stars would envy and he penetrated me much more deeply than the toy had. He held himself still so my body could get used to him. “How do you like having a cock in your ass?” he asked. “I love it!” I declared. “Whose ass is it now?” he asked, beginning to stroke my ass with his cock. “All yours!” I cried out. “I’m your ass slut.” “Damn straight you’re my ass slut,” he growled in my ear. He slammed his cock in and out of my lubed ass. The pain had faded and I was truly enjoying having my ass fucked. It felt so dirty and naughty. Joel held me tight as he fucked me. I closed my eyes and let the sensations overcome me. I wasn’t going to cum from this ass fucking but it was a great feeling. Joel sped up his rhythm, driving even harder into me. I could tell he was close to cumming. A moment later, he filled my ass with his cum. He collapsed on top of me. When he had caught his breath, he carefully pulled out of my ass. We took a hot shower together, loving and kissing on each other. Then we spent the next several hours asleep, exhausted from our love making. I woke up happy that I had finally given in and had let him take my ass. One more step in my journey to complete sexual satisfaction. Last Night It's the day after, and I can't stop thinking about last night with Seyed. We've been close friends for several years, in a band together for three years, and dating for six months. I would expect the passion to have long since evaporated, but I find I still adore him and crave his kind attention. Intelligent, successful, funny, and generous, he's one of my favorite people in the world. Last night we went to our rehearsal studio with a friend and played music for hours. Afterward, we went out for drinks at the local bars located in walking distance from Seyed's. His friend Matt and I both drank a bit too much for either of us to consider driving home, so we all went back to Seyed's place to crash. Matt flopped on the couch in the small one bedroom apartment, while Seyed and I retired to the bedroom. We left the door open so that Matt would feel comfortable coming in to use the restroom if he needed to, as it is located in the bedroom. I laid happily in Seyed's arms, gazing into his beautiful brown eyes. We kissed tenderly as Seyed stroked my face, my hair, my arms. I was lost in the sensation of his soft lips against mine as his hands stroked the back of my thighs in tighter and tighter circles until I started to become more than a little aroused. His tongue darted into my mouth, and feeling his tongue pressing against mine insistently, waves of excitement moved deep inside of me. Soon I felt his hard prick through his briefs pressing against my belly. We continued tongue kissing as my hands stroked and caressed his growing hard-on. His breathing increased in pace while his erection jumped in my hand, and a soft moan escaped his lips. Soon he was removing his briefs and guiding my hands toward his hardness, which I willingly began to pump in earnest. My pussy ached with arousal and I could feel my wetness starting to leak into my panties. I couldn't resist any longer. Moving between his legs, I took his cock into my mouth and slithered my tongue up and down the shaft as my hand continue jerking him off. He was rock hard by now and after a few moments I could tell he was quickly approaching a climax. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled up to face him. "I want to fuck you," he whispered hoarsely into my ear, and I had to suppress a moan in response. "Do you promise to be quiet?" he asked. I found the danger of being caught a powerful source of arousal, but neither one of us wanted to make Matt uncomfortable. Knowing that the sound of the mattress squeaking would give us away, I looked toward the door, and Seyed nodded silently. I jumped out of bed and closed the door. When I returned, Seyed had slipped on a condom and motioned for me to straddle him. I tossed my panties to the floor and crawled on top of him. He pressed his cockhead against my wet labia, and I realized I was more aroused than I had been in years. I wriggled against his thick, hard cock and slowly sank down on it, feeling it stretch my tight, wet pussy in a most wonderful way. I was soon rocking back and forth on his stiff rod as we both gasped and moaned in pleasure. I could tell Seyed was again approaching orgasm when he motioned for me to stop. Reaching into the bedside table, he pulled out a vibrating cockring and slid it around his engorged erection. I could barely contain my excitement as I again sank onto his hardness. The vibrations from the cockring were like electric shockwaves of pleasure against my clit, each stroke bringing me closer to a massive and deep orgasm. Seyed's fat cock penetrated me again and again as he teased my nipples with his tongue and fingers. Wave after wave of arousal filled me. I felt my climax descending quickly upon me, and Seyed's strong hands grabbed my hips while he thrusted deep inside me. I felt so tight and wet as a moan escaped my lips. I was rocking more insistently now, gasping in pleasure until I was spasming around his stiffness, my pussy grasping at his thick rod while I came ecstatically. The last traces of my climax lingered while his pace quickened, his breath moving faster and faster, until he plunged deep into my pussy and his orgasm overcame him. We kissed softly, and moments later I fell fast asleep next to him, his arms encircling me and his warm breath against my cheek. Last Night Coming awake, and enjoying the sensation, I realize that it's Saturday. I realize that Cheryl isn't in bed with me. I can't decide whether that's a bad thing or not. Not after last night, that is. Last night! All of a sudden, last night just explodes in my memory. Now I realize why I feel luxuriant in the afterglow of a good sleep. In the few minutes that I allow myself to lay in bed alone I also realize that last night was for me, and Cheryl I think, an exciting initiation to a new intimacy. At least I hope that it was for her, too. Reliving the entire night in my mind is the easy part. Telling you the story isn't that easy but, for me at least, just as exciting. Yesterday seemed to drag from almost the moment I arrived at work. I tried to keep busy and even forced myself to stay occupied. I consciously avoided watching the clock. Half way through the afternoon, I finally realized what the problem was. I was feeling like a three peckered billygoat. I hadn't felt that horny in a long time. Cheryl and I had been together for about 15 months and, I thought, had a very satisfying sex life. I was satisfied with our whole relationship. So satisfied, in fact, I was just about to suggest that we make it a permanent partnership. However, that wasn't even on the radar that day. My hormones were raging. I couldn't believe how wound up I was. I had what can only be described as fuck fever. I needed to get laid. I don't mean a long tender mutual lovemaking session. I needed a fast and furious animalistic fuck. Not a tender, was it good for you fuck. I needed to sink my cock into a wet, warm pussy and bottom out over and over until I blew my load into the deepest part of a cunt that I could. My mind was incapable of seeing Cheryl, only imagining a cunt. That's how far gone I was. Well, work finally did get done and closing the plant for the weekend, I felt torn between guilt and those damn horns I was dragging around all day. I felt guilty because I love Cheryl and have always been a tender lover. Tenderness wasn't what I needed, though. On the drove home, I was hoping to find her already home, naked and waiting to service my desire. Pulling into the driveway, I saw her car there already. Thinking that half a plan is better than none, I felt a small smile (or was it a leer) steal across my face. Walking the few steps to the door I quickly formed a plan. I'd not announce my presence until I saw her in the flesh and wrap her in a hug that would tell her what was going to happen next. Nothing beyond the evening even occurred to me. Dinner was far out on the horizon as was the rest of the evening. Gone was the guilt and with it any semblance of affection. Closing the door and walking down the hall to our bedroom, I just heard the shower go off. I dropped my coat and backpack on the bed. When Cheryl came out of the bathroom I guess I startled her. "Oh, I didn't hear you come in," she said. "Yeah, I just got home," I told her. In that moment I noticed that she was in her bathrobe. It's short. It comes to just above her knees. It also dips to reveal a fair amount of cleavage. She had her hair pinned up, too. Christ what a package she is. She's 5'4" and has a petite body. She's thin, has a skinny ass and just a handful of breast. If she weighs 110 pounds, I'd be surprised. Tonight, though what I noticed was the sweep of her neck which was made more noticeable by her pinned up tresses. That graceful, feminine neck swept down to her torso. Her collar covered her shoulders. For some reason, the collar line led me downward to her cleavage. I love her body. Tonight, though, I didn't love her body. I wanted to fuck it. I wanted to be engulfed by it. I wanted to be immersed in the pleasure of her body. I didn't even think about returning that pleasure. I wanted to possess that body. I wanted to drink from the pleasure of her body until I was drunk with the lust. My breath felt like I was breathing through gauze. I felt my heartbeat in my ears. My mouth was dry and all I could think about was that she was naked beneath her robe. I reached out to her and wrapped my hand behind that perfect neck as I drew her to me. I felt her resisting my grasp and I saw apprehension in her eyes. I remember thinking that I had given away my intentions. It must have been my eyes. I could never hide my emotions. I know that my face registers every thought. When she was so close that I could kiss her lips, I didn't. I leaned down and kissed her throat. It was a tender kiss, probably the last tender kiss of the night and I knew that. I reached down and untied the belt that was keeping me from her delicious body. I slipped my hands inside the protection of her robe to find her breasts. As I caressed her nipples, I looked her in the eyes. Although she wasn't afraid, I did see apprehension. I didn't care, though. I had her body almost where I wanted it. Manipulating her nipples was a thrill. I just took the tip of her nipples in my forefingers and thumbs and squeezed. She jerked backwards. It was like a switch going on in my head. I let go of her nipples and moved my hands upwards towards her shoulders. As I moved upwards her robe fell off of her body. I remember thinking "Now, that's funny." It's not what I wanted to happen but it did add to the moment. When I reached her shoulders, I began to push her down to her knees. I didn't force her there but she knew what I wanted and she went along with it. On her knees, she couldn't help but see that I had the hard on of the decade. I didn't have to tell her with words or actions what to do. Cheryl reached up, undid my belt, opened me up and drew me out. I didn't waste time, I quickly pushed forward forcing her to take me into her mouth. Reaching around her head I slid myself in deep, almost to her throat. I didn't want to skull fuck her or make her gag but I didn't want to waste time on preliminaries, either. Holding her head in my hands, I just rocked myself into her mouth for a short time. Then I remember thinking, "This isn't what I really want. I want to be balls deep in her cunt." That thought almost startled me. I almost never use that word. It was appropriate, though. It was a crude word for what I wanted. I wanted to fuck her, not make love with her. So, I stopped pushing into her mouth and guided her up to stand. Then I half dragged, half pushed her towards the bed. When we reached the side, she glanced over her shoulder to see what I was going to do or what I wanted. I didn't want to break the spell by talking so I grabbed her left hip and pushed her torso over with my right. She was bent over so that her heart shaped ass was exposed. She knew what I wanted now and spread her legs allowing me unfettered access to her most womanly attributes. I grabbed my cock and slid it over her slit. She wasn't wet but she was warm. I spread her inner lips with the head of my need. It was only when I started to enter her did I feel her moisture. Apparently she wasn't entirely ready for me to slide myself into her. I didn't care, though, I went in balls deep and because she wasn't ready, she grunted with either the shock or the pain. Now, the morning after, I hoped that it wasn't pain but at that moment I was too far into it to be concerned. I went into her to the root of my dick so hard that she got pushed forward. Holding her hips, I was afraid that she was going to collapse onto the bed and I didn't want that. I wanted her standing. I wanted the visual stimulation as well as the feelings from that exquisite pussy. I wanted to see myself as I pulled my cock from her and I wanted to see her moisture covering it. I wanted to see and feel her warmth and her wetness. Pushing forward I wanted to see myself disappear into her and feel that superb warm, wet, silken cunt. When she started to fall forward, I grabbed her by the hair and held her so that she didn't collapse onto the bed. Her hair was pinned up at the back of her head, after her shower, and that's what I happened to grab. She yelled out when I yanked on the bun of her hair. Her outcry only made me hang on. I didn't let go, although I didn't pull any harder, either. This caused her head to be pulled backwards and her back to arch. Here I was sliding in and out of her marvelous cunt, holding one hand on her hip while my other hand held her by the head. I saw the discomfort that I was causing her and I couldn't believe how much more this turned me on. Her body was mine to direct. It felt like I was in complete control of her. She would have to do anything that I wanted to do. The pleasure that I derived from that realization increased my passion exponentially. It felt like I was on a glorious physical high as well as a cosmic power trip. I was in control of how much physical pleasure I could draw from her body! During this realization, I continued to thrust into and out of her satin pussy. I decided to explore the bounds of this newfound control. Still holding her by the hair, I slowly slid the hand from her hip up along her side until I came to her left tit. I didn't take that mound of flesh into my hand, nor did I lovingly caress it. For the briefest of moments, I just held to the outside contour of her. Then I reached for and found her nipple and pinched it...hard. Cheryl also did something unexpected. She moaned. Yeah, she moaned. It felt more to me like a moan when we were both in the throes of passion. "Christ," I thought, "She likes what I'm doing." So, I let go of her left nipple and reached around her for the right nipple and pinched and held it as well. I felt a tremor in her legs so I let go and went back to her left tit and repeated the process. That set her off like I've never seen her. She came and came hard. When I figured that she was finished, I let go of her nipple and her hair and slid out of her wetness. I pushed her onto the bed and turned her over. I saw a look of concern in her eyes. I didn't say a word and I guess she saw the admonition in my eyes because she didn't speak, either. I roughly pulled her by the legs to the edge of the bed and looked down at her splayed open pussy. Her inner lips were coated with her love butter as was the hair covering her sex. It was only one more thing to stimulate me. I grabbed my cock, layered with her juices and slid it up and down across her slit. I love the sensations when I do that, so I continued doing it for a few moments. Then I slowly sank into her, watching myself disappear into her humid depth. I also like to slowly descend into her. The sensations are inexplicable. Bottoming out and pressing my pubic bone to hers, I reached out and took both of her inner lips between both thumbs and forefingers and squeezed. The look in her eyes was perfect. It was a look of pain mixed with the most sensual expression that I'd ever seen on her face. I honestly thought that she was going to cry with the contrasts of feelings. Holding her lips like that I began to rock myself out and back into her. She held my wrists in her hands and the longer I swayed into her cunt the harder her grip became. I then began to lightly stretch her lips along my cock. I could see that I was beginning to hurt her so I pulled them away from my shaft. Splayed like this I was able to see that her clit was also stretched out and formed an oval. At that point I lost it. It felt like my entire body imploded and poured out through my cock. I felt like I was now just composed of my cock and I was spewing the rest of my body through my cock. It just seemed like I came forever. I collapsed onto Cheryl's torso, huffing and puffing like I'd run a triathlon. I couldn't catch my breath and I felt like I couldn't see or think. I was feeling, though. I was feeling numb and at the same time like every nerve cell in my body was tingling with some inexplicable ringing sensation. When I finally did regain some semblance of normality, I noticed that Cheryl was in the same state that I was in. She just looked at me. Nothing was spoken. I was still inside of that wonderful cavern of love. I hadn't totally deflated, either. I was half hard and then I felt myself start to grow inside of her, again. I think that at that moment I realized that I was feeling her inspired cunt flexing around my cock. In a conscious effort, she was making me hard by kneading my cock with her internal muscles. Christ, her manipulations were divine. I felt her squeezing and releasing me. It was having the effect of building me into another frenzy of fucking. I felt our mingled juices being pushed out of her, to dribble down my balls and along her slit. This excited me beyond belief. Knowing that she was trying to stimulate me into another round of fucking had the effect of making me aware of a particular fetish of mine. I love the feeling of her juices coating my cock after sex. I love the idea of my come in her pussy. I've never told her of this aspect of our sex life but it was huge in my mind. Anyway, here she was, making me hard. I was responding. When I started to glide back and into her again, I bent down and took her left nipple into my mouth and sucked it into my mouth. Normally, I'm gentle when I do this because her nipples are very sensitive. This time, however, I wasn't gentle. I pulled her nipple away from her tit and sucked hard. I held her tender nipple in my teeth. I didn't bite but I did let her know that I wasn't in a tender mood. I kept fucking myself into her cunt and back out. I wasn't trying to make her cum like I usually do...I wasn't rubbing my pubic bone against her clit. I was simply fucking her. I wondered if I could make her cum by being rough with her tits. Apparently I was doing something right because when I let her nipple go and did the same with her right nipple, she moaned. Not a moan of pain but it was a moan of passion. I know the difference with Cheryl. She was definitely in the throes of passion. So, too, was I and the passion took hold of us both promptly. I let her nipple snap out of my mouth and I felt her cum. Now, I usually don't feel her orgasm clasp and milk my cock, and I can't say that I felt it then. I typically feel her peak when her body goes rigid with pleasure. This particular time I felt muscles near her cunt shiver and quake. Of course, that went along with her whole body going taut. I didn't give up my own fucking into and back out of her. Just as she began to come down from her high, I spilled myself as deeply into her cunt as I could push myself. I also love to do that. I try to touch the very deepest recesses of her and blow my load against her bottomless warmth. Drawing myself out of her depths, I rolled off of her and pulled her into a spooning position. I then slid my hand between her legs to feel the lava that had boiled out of our loins. After reveling in the sensation for a few moments, I brought my moist hand to her right breast and gently massaged her musk into the mass of tit flesh. Breaking the silence Cheryl said, "That feels good." Those were the only words that were spoken before I fell into a deep sleep. Looking back, I knew that was the earliest that I've ever gone to sleep and I did it without dinner! Now, however, I was pulled from my daydream when I heard Cheryl coming down the hall. I kicked off the blanket and rose by the bedside when she entered the room, naked, as was I. She had two cups of coffee and offered one to me. I graciously took mine, sipped and placed it on the nightstand. I reached for a hug and she also placed her cup next to mine. She responded to the invitation and slipped into my arms. She lifted her lips in a kiss and I pecked her lips. I held her while I slipped her left breast into my palm. "Careful," she said, "There're tender." Hearing no reproach, I looked at her and she had a smirk. "Did I hurt you badly?" I asked. Before she could respond, I drew her back down to the bed. The last thing that I heard before the fuck fever overtook me again was, "No, but they are a little sore today. I'll settle for tender boobs, any day, if our sex life continues to be as hot as it was last night." Last Night "Masturbate for me." he says breaking off our kiss. His lips find mine again as his hands travel down my body, finding the button of my pants. He unbuttons them and together we pull them off. I take my left hand and spread my pussy lips, soft and smooth from their shave just hours earlier. With my right I gently stroke my clit. I'm wet, but just a little. I bring my right hand up to my mouth, but he takes it instead, sucking and licking on my fingers before placing it back on my clit. I start rubbing, gently. My hands are cold as I rub in circles over my clit. Almost immediately I feel the familiar fluttering in my stomach, electricity starts running down my legs. My breathing deepens around his kiss, I have a hard time focusing on his tongue in my mouth. My finger starts to get dry and I reach down between my pussy lips, wet and already starting to swell hot with blood. I bring my freshly wetted finger back to my clit, and continue my circles, faster, harder as the electricity continues to grow. With my left hand I pinch my clit, holding it up, exposed, the hood pulled back from that sensitive, soft pink nub. My right hand starts to pull on it, gently, as it grows with the sensation. I pull my feet together, knees bent, opening my hips as wide as possible. Rubbing across my clit now I feel the tightening of muscles deep inside my belly, my back arching, ass tensed. There is wetness starting to ooze from out my pussy lips, now swollen tight, red and hot. He has stopped kissing me now, watching intently my face, my pussy spread out before him. Finally I start to come, moaning as I rock back and forth on the waves of pleasure it brings. "Good girl." he says when I've stopped. He takes some of my come on his fingers, and brings it to my lips. I suck at him, licking his fingers clean as he breathes deeply. My come is salty sweet, I have always liked the way I taste. He kisses me again, finding any traces of come on my lips and licking them off. "Keep going." My hands are placed back on my pussy. I moan, and start to rub gingerly again, my clit swollen and sensitive. He finds my nipple gently with his hand, as it stands hard against my thin shirt. He brushes it with his fingers, gently, teasing. I moan as he lightly taps it. Taking the hem of my shirt he starts working it up my torso, following its progress with kisses. I take my hands from my pussy and raise them overhead to take my shirt off. He pulls it up to my head, but leaves it half off, my mouth free, arms trapped above, eyes covered. His mouth finds mine again, hungrily kissing me, tongue darting in and out. HI finds my pussy with his fingers and starts rubbing. His other hand finds a nipple and rolls it between his fingers. I moan and arch into him, wanting the warmth of his strong hard chest pressing into mine. He props himself up on his arms, away from my body, leaving me arching in frustration. I hear a soft 'click' and a cold piece of metal presses into my throat. He turns the knife on my skin, until the point presses sharply into my flesh. My breathing quickens as he slowly drags it down my throat, over my collarbones to my chest. I arch with it, stretching my skin out under its passage, thinking of the fine pink lines it leaves behind. Coming to my nipple he draws small circles on just the tip, lightly scratching the sharp point across the delicate flesh. He starts pressing harder, deeper with the point, until it is no longer dragging across the surface but digging in, poking hard into my flesh. I arch, pushing harder into the point, and he pulls on my nipple ring, stretching my nipple up, the skin tight as he presses hard with the point, again drawing circles. I breathe in sharply as he pulls, moaning as he plays cruelly with my nipple, then moves to the other one, pulling it hard while he scratches at it with the knife point, quickly running the point in short strokes over the tip. He starts dragging the knife downward again, tracing the curve of my hip, lightly over the bone, and curving in toward my pussy. He spreads my pussy lips with one hand, and drags the knife up each lip in turn, lightly, but I'm so swollen and sensitive it feels heavy and sharp. He places the blade flat against my pussy, its length running between my lips and over my clit. It's cold, enough that I breathe sharply as much from the shock of it as the excitement. The cold blade pressed against my pussy, he pulls the hood of my clit back, exposing the sensitive, swollen flesh beneath. Pressing the knife into it he massages me in slow circles, fully aware of how sensitive I am after the first orgasm. After letting me 'rest' this way for a moment he turns the knife to its back edge, and rests it against my carefully exposed clit. Gently he starts flicking the knife across my clit, the sharp point almost warm now with the heat of my body. The sensation is quickly too much, and I start to twist away, overloaded. "Careful" he says holding me down, and takes his free hand from my hood and places it on my throat, pinning me and trapping the point of the knife delicately between clit and hood. He starts tapping my clit with the knife, lifting the handle so the point digs in and releases quickly, sharply. I tense trying not to move and the pressure against my throat increases. His breathing quickens, as does the tapping. I know I'm getting wet, though I can't feel it yet my body tingles, a sure sign my lips are glistening. I start breathing heavily, he can see my muscles tense and release as I try not to pump my hips into the blade. Quickly he drops the knife and brings me to orgasm with his fingers, rubbing hard to match the grip on my throat. I push and writhe against him, coming so hard it is almost painful. Moments later I feel his cock at my lips, hard, slightly wet. I open my mouth as he slides it in, as deeply as he can, then out, teasing me. I lick his head, kiss it, and he slides it back in. His tongue finds my clit and I try to jerk away, but he catches my legs with his hand, my torso pinned under his, head forced down by his cock in my mouth. He teases my clit with his tongue as he forces his cock deeper down my throat. I almost can't breathe around it. As he continues to tease my clit I start licking him, almost frantically trying to make him come, to end the stimulation to my over-worked clit. He moans and stops for a second, but just that. He finds my clit again, sucking, biting gently as I moan and writhe under him, trying to focus on his cock instead of my own body. With one hand he strokes my pussy lips, they slide effortlessly through the come there. He fingers my lips, parts them, and starts massaging just inside, teasing me with his fingers. I try to push myself down, to take his hand into me, but pinned as I am I can't move much, and I can feel him smile as he pulls his hand away from my efforts. He starts stroking my pussy again, but this time his hand drags lower and lower, until it is gently stroking my ass. I shiver a little, nervous. He has never paid attention to my ass before. Gently he increases pressure as he strokes, fingers well lubed with my come. His attention to my clit increases, faster, and he pushes himself down hard into my mouth as he carefully slips a finger inside my ass. I'm choking on his cock, and the only way out is to slide down some, bringing his finger deeper inside me. I try to stay up as long as possible, trying to lick him until he starts to pump in and out, which would give me some little breathing room. I feel him tense and fight it, and finally I have to wiggle down, just a little. He starts moving his finger, carefully massaging me, and I start to relax. I feel another orgasm building, strange and intense. He senses it as well, and continues to lick my clit as he pumps his fingers in and out. Soon I am rocking back and forth, building, and he starts to fuck me in the mouth, firmly, knowing that it will make me come sooner. I start to orgasm, and he slams his cock deep in my mouth, choking me, as he works his finger faster, harder in and out of my ass. I moan and shudder under him, I feel a pool of wetness on the sheets. I ride his finger, his mouth for what feels like an eternity, before falling back, exhausted. He pulls his cock out of my mouth, and turns to kiss me. He pulls my shirt fully off, and I wrap him in my arms, his hard body pressed against mine. "I haven't said you could stop." he says, taking my hand and placing it on my pussy. I flinch away at the mere touch, but he takes my hand firmly and re positions it. "Noooh." I moan, gingerly trying to work my clit for him. I am exhausted, utterly spent. I can't keep my hand in position, certainly not moving, the sensation is so much. "Don't disappoint me." he says, placing his hand on my cheek as he looks at me with his grey blue eyes. He turns me over onto my stomach, and grabs my hips, pulling me to my knees. He holds my hand over my pussy, making me rub myself. He lets go as I focus on keeping myself going, knees weak already. I feel something cold, soft, and smooth pressed against my pussy, he slides it up and as I register that it's a vibrator he turns it on low. The egg pulses steadily against my pussy as he checks to make sure it's positioned firmly against my clit. Satisfied, he sits back and watches for a moment, then I feel the head of his cock pressing against me. He finds my pussy lips, gently, holding my hips. He rubs himself against me, teasing, holding me back that I can't slide onto him, before easing in. I moan, almost coming just from his being inside, as he starts to move in and out, slowly, keeping me from another orgasm. He is keeping himself from it as well, I can feel his legs tensed as he presses against me. His breathing quickens and deepens, and I feel a finger again on my ass. I start to push into him, rocking back and forth to deepen the sensation, but after a few strokes he pulls out. Moaning, I push back against him, to find his cock at my ass, rubbing gently but persistently. He turns up the speed on the vibrator, and pushes it against me hard. I start to gasp and shake, and he carefully slides his cock into my ass. Slowly, carefully, he inches in, rocking back and forth just the slightest bit, and I start to push back onto him. He starts to fuck me, slowly, and turns the vibrator up all the way. I flinch at this, and he grabs my hips and starts to fuck me in earnest, still slowly but slamming into me harder each stroke. I can't help it and am rocking with him, increasing the tempo as I struggle to keep the vibrator firmly pressed against my clit. I hear him breathing, deep and ragged, as I moan and writhe below. He won't come unless I do, I know. But another orgasm seems impossible, even with the faint tingle in my clit. Seemingly reading my thoughts he reaches down, and slips his fingers inside my pussy. I tighten around them, feeling fuller than I ever have. He strokes inside me, his knuckles pressing against my g-spot, fleetingly I suspect that he's almost stroking himself as well. The g-spot does it, and I am hit with an orgasm like a train, suddenly, violently. Come drips from his hand, running down my arm, and he grabs the back of my head, pushing me down as he slams into me, shaking, and finally having an orgasm of his own. I feel each contraction, each wave as he shoots come into me, they line up with my own and we move together. As we finish he pulls his hand away, and takes away the vibrator, bringing both my hands above my head as he lays on top of me, sweaty, spent, warm. We lie for a few minutes before he looks at me, murmuring "Ok, you're done." He smiles. Last Night It was too late when I went to bed, I knew I'd only get a few hours sleep. But I couldn't help but lie there for a few minutes and reach out to you, couldn't help but think about our conversations and what I'd do if you were suddenly there beside me. It was far more important than sleep by that point. I thought of our bodies entwined, of you half-asleep and slowly twisting to lie against me, within the circle of my arms, my cock barely brushing against your belly, your thighs, and that slightest contact causing me to stiffen and to lean closer until the length was pressed against you. I thought of my hands sliding down your back, fingertips interlocked across your spine, of the rise and fall of muscles beneath my palms and how you would stretch, your arms crossed above your head, as my hands parted and followed the swell of your hips, the inviting curve of your ass toward the sheet beneath. I thought of my hands sliding down further, working their way beneath you, fingers tracing the cleft, finding the opening and stroking it gently before moving on, while I was trailing kisses down your throat, sucking at your neck almost hard enough to leave a mark, then nibbling up and down the length of it, my tongue darting out to taste your skin. I thought of brushing my face against you, my cheek against your shoulder, lips finding the upper edge of your breastbone and following it down, and yes, obsessed like we all are at one point or another by the breasts themselves, ringing them with kisses spiraling upward, my nose brushing against each nipple unconsciously before the mouth finds it, my eyelashes fluttering against your skin as I lick lightly, as I tease my lips across, first closed, then open, allowing the rigid tip to slide inside and back out, my tongue caressing it, several times before I do turn to sucking at it and allowing my teeth to close gently, tugging ever-so-slightly then pausing, waiting for your response. Already, my thoughts were racing forward, unable to be held back by overwhelming sensation as I would be in real life, and they moved further -- thinking of the slow roll and thrust of my cock against your thigh, of the shaft, swelling and grinding over your soft, sensitive flesh, of the thick, smooth head slick and sliding over you with increasing speed, even with a certain type of grace. I thought of how badly I'd want to be inside you by that point, before my fingers had yet eased their way into your wetness, testing the depth, the readiness; of how my urgent cock would try to take over my lusts, needing to feel the embrace of your lips, of your ass, but most particularly the perfectly-formed, sweet surround of your cunt, diving to the very floor of your oceans, thrusting and rocking and bursting through foam as it surfaced again. I would want all of that so agonizingly, I'd be moaning against your breasts; and yet, I would pull back from you until only my lips pressed against you, perhaps the sweep of my bangs, and deny my cock for the time being as my kisses moved down your ribcage, as they traced the curve of your belly, the corner of my lips catching at your navel and my tongue teasing out for another moment. So many times I've imagined this already -- the way my chest would be pressed between your thighs, your legs up over my shoulders, as I moved down to devour you, as the almost-invisible hairs on your lower belly would tickle my lips and the scent of you would rise to fill my nostrils, even more enticing than I'd expected, and again making it difficult to move slowly. But I'd find the control, wanting to take time, to make you my own and savour every individual perfect moment of the act. Even after descending, I'd begin by kissing my way up the trembling trail of each inner thigh first, feeling your body already shifting beneath me, your legs spread wide, your hips tilted to offer me more of yourself. But I wouldn't linger there for long -- my kisses would find you, soft as air for a beginning, tracing the outermost edges first, then moving in, barely touching as they moved over each fold, as they came so close to your wetness that the humidity approached a hundred percent, then moved back up to the hood covering your clit, and there my tongue would peek out for the first time, as if to invite this other hidden flesh to expose itself, perhaps teasing the very tip of the tongue beneath to say hello ... but then sliding down; once the tongue is introduced, it cannot be ignored, and I would explore you with it every way that I could find. I'd lap at you, I'd flutter gently at your clit and at the opening to you, working it bit by bit apart, I'd twist and turn and tease my way inside, finally drinking you in, finally learning the true taste of you and how you would shiver at that first lingering hidden caress. But by then, my fingers would have grown anxious to play -- after moving from hips to breasts, squeezing, tugging, and back down, they would want to be inside; and my tongue would have its own agenda as well. So the first finger would replace it, sliding smoothly to as yet-untouched depths and curling up to stroke you; and my lips would close over your clit, urging it out, the very tip of my tongue causing electric shocks each time they were pressed together. Prolonged touch would be too much, and you would gasp, shake, twist your fists into the sheets; so my tongue would retreat slightly, passing over your clit, quivering in time, fluttering faster as I added another finger inside and they began to slide out, then ride the wave back in, finding a rhythm that your hips matched a moment later. They would spread inside you, they would shake, one would curl upward to find the hidden spot that would make you moan and cause the first shocks of the coming quake to spread, and the other would reach as far, as deep, seeking the center of you as fully as possible. Eventually, a third might join in, but by then all touch would be turning to an urgent, wailing race to make you come, fingers fucking you hard and fast, my tongue a blur against you, the covers thrown aside, a streetlight flashing in my eye each time I'd pull up for a quick breath then dive in again, the sheets soaked beneath us, your whole body lifting, thrusting, every muscle tensed, half-hearing you cry out my name and then all at once, being flooded, a gush down my palm, my wrist, you clamped tight around my fingers, racing through pleasure after pleasure, and even when you collapsed, gasping for air, pushing me back, taking you right into another one until I heard you scream, until you locked your legs around my back and I thought you'd crush me. Then, I'd ride through the aftershocks with you, kissing your thighs, nuzzling against your belly, your hands in my hair, and even though the darkness would hide it, I would smile. I'd move up to hold you, murmuring your name, wrapping my body close around yours, kissing you slow and deep in ways that said more than any words I could choose. Eventually, you would recover, and we would find things to do with the hardness that would still press against you ardently; but last night, I was reaching for you, and what I wanted was to be the one filling you with unexpected joy. Last Night Hi. My name is Darcy, I'm 29 and married, and I have to tell somebody about what happened to me last night. I still don't know whether to be excited or shamed – I guess I'm a little confused. Maybe telling my story will help me understand better about me – therapy without the therapist. Sometimes it's easier to write things down than tell them in person. Kinda like a diary, I guess. A little background about me – it will help you understand why I'm not sure about things. I was raised Catholic – went to church every Sunday, Catholic grade school and high school and confession and that stuff. My parents weren't too strict, though. I guess you'd call them a liberal Catholic. Maybe its cause reality is harsh and they wanted me to be able to cope with life and not live in shelter (like some of my school classmates). They didn't avoid questions about sex when asked. I was encouraged to remain a virgin until marriage, but Mom knew that wasn't practical and suggested using condoms to avoid HIV and stuff. She didn't want me getting pregnant early like my Aunt Rena did. I finally went all the way with a guy in college after drinking too much at a freshmen mixer. I'd only had some beer and wine coolers before – never hard stuff. I got drunk so fast - even on sweet stuff! He took me to a bedroom in the frat house and made me suck on him before he threw me on the bed and stuck it in. I was do drunk that I hardly felt anything (maybe this guy's penis – kinda small?) and didn't try to stop him. I wasn't raped – I was young and stupid. My fault. Next time I was back at home, I cried lots and told Mom and confessed my sins at church. The priest was nicer than I thought about it. He didn't tell me I was going to hell – he was more concerned about my feelings and spoke to me like a friend. I really needed that. I did more 'stations of the cross', said a whole bunch of 'Our Fathers' and eventually forgave myself. That turned me off of guys for the rest of the year. I didn't want to go out cause I didn't want THAT to happen again - only when I was ready and on my terms. Early in my sophomore year, I met a guy in Psych class (my minor) and we started going out. Todd was my boyfriend for the next 3 years (on and off). We had sex after about 10 dates and I learned some things. I didn't mind sucking his cock and really liked when he licked me. We pretty much did missionary style stuff –he said he liked that best. Sex was ok, sometimes good – but I didn't orgasm too much. Thought that was how it worked. Todd broke up with me to go into the Army and (said he wanted to 'see the world'). I wasn't too hurt – I guess I knew inside that he wasn't the one. Fast forward to my first job out of college – I majored in Communications and got an entry-level job at a local cable station. There I met Scott – he was on the tech staff - built and cute! He asked he out and WOW – we just clicked. The chemistry was great. We started going out lots and I decided to go on the pill, figuring we'd have sex sooner or later. (I was horny for him something fierce). I should mention that I'm 5'5", about 125 pounds, have a 34B chest and shoulder-length brown hair and green eyes. I'm in pretty good shape – I go to the gym at least 3 days a week. He is about 6' tall, 180 lbs of muscle with a chiseled face, brown hair and blue eyes. He is 3 years older than me. I said before that I thought sex was ok – until I started sleeping with Scott. He was incredible. His cock is 7" and thick. He'd eat me and make me cum, suck my nipples and finger me, even used vibrators and dildos on me! Wow – life was good! I had to say 'yes' when he proposed – no one ever made me feel like that. I figured I was set – we liked the same stuff, my parents liked him, sex was great and he made decent money. He didn't have any bizarre issues or skeletons and respected me as a person. I thought I really knew him! Until last night… The evening started normally – we had Chinese take-out and some wine. Then he said he'd like to try something new with me tonight. He wanted to blindfold me. I was willing to try – he always made me feel so good and I trusted him. He was my husband after all. We went into the bedroom and Scott put a leather blindfold on, undressed me and had me lay face-down on the bed. Then I heard a heard some noises and felt him put a thing around my wrist – it was a handcuff or something and he tied both my wrists to the headboard posts! "Hey, you didn't say anything about this – what's the deal, Scott?" My answer was something around my head and into my mouth – some kind of gag. Now I was getting upset – I'd never done this and we never even talked about bondage! Mhmmmfff was all I could get out and I kicked my legs to show my feelings. More noises and Scott tied my ankles to the footboard posts. I was totally vulnerable again – only this time not my fault and not some drunk frat dude. I felt powerless, confused and scared. MBMMFFF!! I squirmed and tried to get free. And then I felt pain – on my rear. A sharp, horrible pain. OH MY GOD IT HURT! And then again – I was being spanked something hard!!! Again and again and again and again. It seemed like the pain would never stop. My ass was on fire – it hurt so bad – so bad. MBMMMMMFFFF! Please stop – please stop. Please don't do this. Why are you doing this???? And then Scott finally spoke: "You little slut – tonight you will feel pain. Your body will be used for MY pleasure." Slut? Me? But, I almost never… I was shocked – Scott never talked like this – never acted like this. I was so helpless – I couldn't…and then the tears came – I cried like a baby. I was so upset and scared - I couldn't stop – my nose ran like crazy, tears drenched my face and soaked the sheet around my head. I convulsed as I tried to stop – SMACK! SMACK! More spankings on my butt. "STOP CRYING or I'll really give you something to cry about, slut." Mbbmmfmfmfmf – I begged, pleaded for this to end. I'll do anything – just please stop. It hurt so much. Please! Please! What did I do? Why??? Why??? "Better, slut – no crying and no more paddling – understand?" I did my best to nod my head – snot running all over my face and clogging my throat. Maybe he'll let me go now? "I'm going to fuck you tonight – hard – in a place I haven't before. I am going to take your anal cherry from you and pleasure myself with your tight, hot little ass." WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT DID HE SAY????? I couldn't believe it! MBMMMFMFMFMFMFMF!!!!! I screamed as loud as I could through the gag – tensed my body, pulled at my bindings. I was frantic and wanted out – now. Wanted to run away and escape this pervert! He wanted to do what???!! "Struggle all you want to, slut - you will only get hurt." And then he started LAUGHING as I tried harder – to pull off the cuffs around my wrist and ankles and thrashed around. LAUGHING at ME! He must have walked out of the room, because it was quiet for several minutes – I was exhausted – I couldn't, I tried. I started crying again. "What did I tell you earlier?" SMACK – SMACK on my sore butt. "I told you before – crying gets paddling – you choose. I could spank you all night. You are going to get your ass fucked either way – up to you how much more you want to hurt." I was beaten – I gave up. I've heard everyone has a breaking point – this was mine. I slowly nodded my head. "Good – you understand the situation. I will be nice to you tonight and use lube since this is your first time. It IS your first ass-fucking, right slut?" I nodded my head again. A sudden cold on my anus caused me to jerk – Scott was squirting some kind of liquid on my hole. He was gentle and slowly worked the lube around and into my ass with his fingers. (He has thick and long fingers – I love when he finger-fucks my pussy). More cold lube and more circling in and around my anus with his fingers. He stretched my hole with one finger, then two. In and out – deeper and deeper - around and around. Finger fucking my asshole. Then he surprised me and touched my pussy with his other hand. "Well, well – you are very wet! I think somebody is enjoying some ass-play. I knew you were a little slut – just waiting to be fucked every way. You are excited." It was a statement, not a question. I slowly nodded my head again – despite the pain and humiliation, I was very excited. I couldn't control how my body reacted – I hated being out of control, but I had to admit I was really hot. Scott inserted a vibrator in my pussy – my favorite one. 8 inches long and thick. He fucked me with it – slow and shallow and then hard, deep and fast. OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. HARDER, HARDER,HARDER – FUCK ME HARD! My orgasm was so intense and long – it felt so good. "My turn, little slut." Scott shocked me when he pulled the vibrator out and thrust his hard cock into my pussy from behind, pounding me over and over until I came again in waves. He hadn't cum yet – I was surprised. We usually cum together when he fucks me. "You thought I'd cum, didn't you? I made sure I'd last longer tonight by jerking off before I left work - I want to fuck your ass for a long time tonight." I was beyond caring at that moment – I was exhausted, satisfied and trapped. Scott pulled out of my soaked pussy and placed his hard cock at the entrance of my stretched virgin hole. He started to work it in my ass slowly and with just the head pushing. It hurt, but I was so tired and relaxed from my orgasms that it wasn't too bad Until he started fucking me for real. Slamming deep into me, I gasped and screamed at the sudden pain as my ass was torn in half by his huge cock. It felt like a steel rod shoved into my gut and I couldn't catch my breath – tears from the pain as he filled my tight hole and pushed deeper. He was so big. God it hurt bad! "Mmmm, your ass is so fucking hot and tight. I should have done this a long time ago. Struggle and squeeze tighter, slut. FUCK this feels fantastic. FUCK YES." Scott kept raping my ass for what seemed liked hours – the pain subsided as my ass relaxed and I began to enjoy the feeling and started pushing back against him. He kept pumping and talking dirty to me – but I didn't hear anything and was lost in my world of pleasure. Oh God, I'm going to cum while he fucks my ass. This is so wrong – but feels soooooo good. Oh, shit. Oh shit. Fuck me. Fuck my ass – make me cummmmmm……... "FUCK – your asshole is so tight – I'm gonna cum!!!! YES – YES – YES – FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK" I felt his cock get harder, the spurt in my tunnel and my body tensed totally as I had the biggest orgasm ever. * * * * * I must have passed out. When I woke up about 3 am, the cuffs, gag and blindfold were gone and my face was wiped clean. Scott was snoring lightly next to me in the bed. I went to the bathroom and my ass hurt when I sat down – sitting down at work today will suck. My hole was sore and tender too. I went into the kitchen for some water and to think - I'm not sure about this. Who was the guy I married?: The wonderful person who takes care of me and makes me happy? Or some hidden pervert with a serious sadistic streak? Where did this come from? Can I accept this side of Scott? Will our marriage survive? Who am I??? I was always a mostly good Catholic girl with little sins – but nothing, never like the woman last night…Why did I enjoy last night so much? It was so wrong, so unnatural, wasn't it? Will I go to hell? I probably won't talk about this with Mom or confess it to a priest. Some things are better left unsaid, I think. I have to decide in my own mind if all this is ok. Maybe I'll have to try it all again to make sure… * Thanks for reading this – it helps. Any advice or comments are welcome. Darcy Last Night I woke up around 9:00pm, which was normal for me, being a vamp and all. There he was, the most beautiful man I ever seen. I'm lucky to call him mine. I was still in his arms, his grip was tight around me, I didn't mind. His hair was in his face, as it always was. He moved a little in his sleep and began to smile, and hold me tighter. I wonder if last night was on his mind... "Come on Crystal we're going to this party, if you don't hurry up we'll be late," he said. "Joey you know I hate them, why are you making me go to this stupid party," I pleaded. "Why don't we just stay here, and watch some T.V. or something, please." I begged, and took his hand in mine, holding it tight. "I promised them I would come, and why do you hate them so much?" He asked kindly, pulling his hand away to fix his hair. "I just do," I said calmly. "Can't you tell me why?" He said sweetly, while looking at me with those puppy dog eyes, he knew that they were my weakness. "Fine, I hate them because they're werewolves, happy I told you, now can we please stay here?" "That's why you hate them so much, that's kind of stupid Crystal." His voice was sharp he was kind of mad. "Yes that's why I hate them, vamps and werewolves have hated each other centuries, you know that," I said sharply "I just don't see whats so bad about them they're nice people." He said in his nicest voice possible at the moment. I thought carefully about what I would say next, or for the rest of the night for that matter because now there was no way I was talking myself out of going now, but then I got an idea. "Fine I'll go, but don't expect me to say anything to you the rest of the night." I said in the meanest voice I could, now I was going to hear it, nothing like a good distraction. I laughed quietly to myself, I had the perfect idea on how we would spend this night and it didn't involve those mutts. So I stood there and waited. "Really, that's what you're go with?" He was pissed, "You're going to ignore me all night?" I didn't answer, I knew that would make him madder. "What the hell Crystal answer me!" I thought now was a good time for me to start talking. "What, what do you want Joseph!" "I want you to talk to me." I had him right where I wanted him. "I told you I'm not talking to you if you make me go to that party." "We haven't even left yet, and why would you say some thing so stupid like th- He was cut off by my lips pressing against his, I gave him everything I had in that one kiss. He deepened it as I ran my hands through his hair, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. After a while I pulled away. "Whoa, that was... Whoa" I laughed at his tone if voice, he laughed with me, he was still holding me when he pulled me in for another kiss. This time he pulled away. "No, I wasn't done." I said in my baby voice that always melts him to pieces. "Lets take this some where else." He had that sexy smile on his face. All I could do was nod my head yes. He pulled me towards the bedroom. My heart started pounding inside my chest. I had a smile on my face as he picked me up bridal style and carried me into the room. He laid me on the bed and got on top of me. We kissed for what seemed like hours, when it only been about ten minutes. His hand found its way up my shirt, cupping my breast and squeezing it softly. I let out a small moan, he laughed and that of course made me laugh. "So, Joseph are you going to keep teasing me all night?" I said in my most sexy voice. "I might, why is that a problem?" He said with a smirk. Then he moved his way down to my skirt, unzipped it and pulled it off. I laid there waiting for him to do something, and before I knew it he had taken of my thong and was licking my clit softly, and rubbing it at the same time. "Ahhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmm, uhhhhh." Was all I could say I never felt so much pleasure. I mean we've done it before, but for some reason this was different then the other times. Maybe it was because he was mad at me and this was my punishment for yelling at him. Whatever it was, I didn't care all I wanted was him right then and there. He came back up to my lips and kissed me deeply, before going back down to my clit and continued to suck on it, slowly sticking a finger inside me at the same time. "You taste so good baby." That made me smile and say "I bet you taste better." I pulled him up to my lips and kissed him deeply before rolling on top of him pulling off his shirt and kissing down his chest, licking his six pack abs. I got down to his belt line and stopped and looked at him. "Go ahead" he said sexily. I pulled off his belt and unzipped his pants, pulled them down reviling his bulge. I couldn't help but laugh and blush. "What," he sounded like a little kid. "Nothing babe, just nothing." I said calmly holding back laughter. I pulled down his boxers, all I could see was his huge 9 inch cock, he was hard as a rock. "Wow, you've gotten bigger since last time." I said with a smile. "I know, now be a good girl, and suck it." He rubbed himself as he said it. Again all I could do was nod my head, I could feel my pussy getting wetter as I moved closer to his dick and began rubbing it like he had done before. I started to suck on it lightly, rubbing it at the same time. "Uhhhhh Crystal harder, uhhhhh." He tilted his head back and moaned, I did as he said and went harder and faster. I bit softly on the tip, he bleed and I licked it up, as he moaned in pleasure. Then I stuck the whole thing in my mouth and started playing with his balls, that drove him wild. He kept tugging on my hair, while moaning like crazy. It wasn't long after that when he came in my mouth, I swallowed, as always. I let him get back on top of me, he looked at he and said sweetly"are you ready?" "Yes." I said holding back moans, I wanted him right then, my pussy was dripping wet. When he entered me, everything went away, the fighting, everything it was all replaced with pleasure and screaming "Uhhhhhhhh, harder, Joey, HARDER!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, he did as I said and went harder and faster then ever before. "God baby your so tight, we need to do this more often." He said in between moans. Before I knew it I was digging my nails into his back, biting his neck, sucking his sweet blood and screaming his name over and over. This went on for about an hour he kept going harder and faster while I screamed. "JOOEEEYY, UHHH, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING," "UHHHHHHH, SO AM I BABY LET'S CUM TOGETHER." He made me reach my climax as,well as his own before we came together. He collapsed into me, our bodies were shaking from the pleasure. Then I curled up next to him and laid my head on his chest. I could hear everything the beating of his heart, his uneven breathing, and the blood running through his veins, all of this put a smile on my face. "I love you Crystal Rae Kruger, more then anyone or anything in this world and I'm sorry about earlier. I don't know why I wanted to fight with you about it, I know you hate them. I should have kept my mouth shut. I'm glad you kissed me when you did because that made me realize how much you really mean to me and how nothing will ever change that." As he was saying this, he held me tighter. That made me smile the biggest. "I love you too Joseph Adam Jonas, and don't worry you'll always be my Joey, and no one will ever change my mind." That was the last thing I said, before I dozed off into a peaceful sleep in his strong arms. ...He started to wake up, he looked at me and smiled, he cupped my face in one hand and said in a low voice "I will never forget last night." "Neither will I" I said softly and then we shared another kiss, that made me think of last night all over again. When I was done remembering last night, again. I looked into his eyes, and smiled. Last Night I guess I should tell you a little bit about me before we get into this. I guess I should also mention that I don't have the perfect body. I'm a size 14, although I guess my butt would fill a pair of pants. And I guess my almost D cups are quite filling. I have dark chocolate skin too. I'm completely 20 years young. We've have been dating for about 6 months now. Physically, you're my complete opposite. You're tall. You're white. You're skinny too! But we're the perfect fit, literally. Last night, I was just happy that you were laying in my bed next to me. As you started to fall asleep on me, I quietly play one round of bejeweled. Then I made sure you're asleep. I put my computer away, unplug my night lights, and go under the covers. I put my arm around your neck and kiss you. You half kiss me back. I kiss you again. You kiss me back. I kiss you a third time, and you start to turn over and grunt something about how you're sleeping. 180 degrees later, I get on top of you. I kiss you, and start rubbing myself on you. We kiss even more passionately then before. "Baby please I'm trying to sleep" "Baby please?" I kiss you a little more. I didn't want to waste any time, so I get straight to it. I pull off your shirt and pull down those boxers. I put you right in my mouth. I take you in all at once, and you immediately Ahh. That's all I needed to hear, baby. Do you remember how good I am at this? As I hold your cock in my hands, I kiss you on the lips. I go straight back down on you, bobbing my head up and down while you slowly move your hips around and tilt your head back. I love the taste of your cock. Your long arms find their way down to my derriere. You start grabbing my ass, sliding your fingers in between. You are so naughty!, stirring up feelings in between my legs. My toes start curling upp too. The more I can tell you like it, the more I want to suck on you. So I do. I wrap my lips around the bottom of your shaft, and and slowly, I suck my way up and down. I go up. I whirl my tongue around for a little. And then I go back down. I kiss your lips. This time I put some tongue in it to give you a preview of what you are about to get. I slide aside my panties and draw your hand to my wet slit. I rub my wet clit against you, until I get so worked up, I need to go back to your cock. I suck your balls, one by one. Then both. Do you like it when I do that? I keep sucking them until they're nice and full, like your throbbing cock. Then I kiss your lips again. I draw your hand back to my pussy. As you play with me, we can hear how wet I am. Remember, only slide one finger in okay? So I put you back in my mouth. This time using my tongue and my lips. I suck and I suck until saliva fills with mouth. Until you start fingerfucking me and you just dont't want to stop. That is my cue. I get on top of you. I rub the tip of your cock against my slit. "Slowly baby, okay?" "fFFFff yess" "Sloow... sloow..." I let you inside of me. After a year of sex, you're still, well, too big for me. It usually hurts a little during the entry. It also hurts me after too. I try going as gentle as possible with you, but once we both got into it, there is no stopping us. I start going deep on my ride. I make sure you're all the way inside of me before I started kissing you. This time, you play dirty. "Take off your panties" Before I give you what you want, I shove your head between my tits. I let you suck on them and lick them. I love it when you play with them. I love watching you enjoy me. And you know how much I love your cock inside my tight little pussy. I get off of you. I slide off my panties and throw them who knows where. When I get back on you, I go in reverse cowgirl. It was a completely different angle, and we could both feel it. This time, you're the one telling me to go slow. "Fck baby fck" Ugh I love it when you talk dirty. I dip forward and rub my clit on your cock. "Do you want your little girl to cum for you huh? You want your little girl to fcking cum on your cock?" You pump me harder and faster. I straighten myself up and start moving in a tiny circular motion. "Grab my ass grab play with my fcking ass" I also love it when you do what you're told. You start rubbing your fingers between my cheeks, and that does it for me. I climax. "Fck I'm gonna come inside of you baby" I ride faster. "Fck baby get up I'm going to cum inside of you" I ride you harder. More slower, more intensely. "You wanna cum inside this pussy baby? I know you like it hmmm. Come for me baby. Cum inside my fcking pussy" There it was. My favorite moment. I slow a bit more while you unleashed his load in for me. After the first string, I sped up for a couple of seconds then slow it back down. That was it. We wiped ourselves up. Kissed good night. And went to sleep. Last Night Last night I came by Kristi's at the usual time. We have our little ritual that we, or should I say she follows? While a ritual, it has... certain variations to it. For example, sometimes she's naked and waiting... filled with lust and most eager to please and be pleased. Me? Well I whip out my dick, and get it on without bothering to shuck my clothing. Oh, the variations? Yes, well, sometimes Kristi is on her knees waiting for the door to open. Sometimes I'll have her lean over a chair in the living room. But clothed or unclothed, Kristi's pussy is always freshly shaven and unimpeded to my, um, needs. On those occasions when I've had a particularly bad day at work, (about 1 out of 4) she helps relieve my frustrations by presenting her heart-shaped ass for a rousing spanking. Last night I had her grab her ankles while I held her right shoulder to provide the needed balance and deliberately worked the tip of my dick into her reddened cunt. "That's all you get tonight, Kristi," I said. Making a strong attempt to keep the whine out of her tone, she responded with, "But why?" "You started without me, that's why." "But...." "What do expect me to say when I arrive and your pussy is already red from excessive fingering?" "Only a little fingering; honest!" "That's all you get...." I held it in place, not touching her otherwise, and waited. Kristi knew better than to complain, at least verbally, and using her feminine wiles, she began humping back and forth on my dick attempting to work it deeper. I let her think I was steadfast in my decision to withhold my cock from her temple of lust, but in reality I used the time to keep brushing over and against her clit, lightly grinding the corn, as they say. I teased her thusly until I was on the verge of coming myself. At that point I withdrew from her wet nest and asked her how her day had gone. "What!" I caught her completely off guard and got her talking about the mundane activities she'd accomplished during the day, taking the kids to day-care, shopping for food and then a blouse, and did I want to see it?" Telling her I wanted to see it, had Kristi scamper off to get the blouse and return wearing it, sans the bra usually required for such transparent apparel. While I had her turn this way and that modeling the blouse, my tumescent state receded enough for me to resume teasing her; and with Kristi still wearing the blouse, price tags and all; I sent my hardy tip back into her love tunnel and using short, slow strokes that I knew she loved and craved because of the exquisite torment it brought to her senses; I gradually brought her to the point of begging me to allow her to cum. I counted to ten, and then slammed my entire length into her and held it there. "OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD!" "Kristi... do you hear me?" ""Ohmy...." "Kristi!" "Yes? Yes? Yes?" "No cumming... not yet!" It was time to introduce a slight variation. I helped usher her over to the white leather couch, laid her down and held her hands over her head. Then, I plucked out the Hitachi wedged in my belt, and after feeding my pulsing prick to her mouth, turned the Hitachi on and applied it to her clit and cunt. Kristi came almost instantly. But she kept sucking on my knob, and jerking the shaft with one hand while swirling her tongue crazily around the delicately sensitive underside of my cockhead. I regretted not having removed my clothing as I was sweating like a pig. Moments later, I reciprocated by raising the speed of the Hitachi as it teased her now fully engorged labia and clit. Kristi came a second time. Still she never relinquished my cock, and in her desire to make the blowjob as messy as possible, she slobbered and drooled all over it, causing, no pun intended, a need to use her blow-dryer after we finished. The moment I felt that tingling sensation signaling the advent of my orgasm, I ended the blowjob and dropped the Hitachi to the floor where it buzzed away tickling the unappreciative carpet. I moved to stage three of my seduction. Kristy gasped when I tore my cock from between her lips and casually flipped her over onto her stomach, probably interrupting her third orgasm, I'm not quite sure; worst case I merely delayed it moments longer by smacking her plump ass with one hand after the other five times in succession while Kristy tried to get away from the spanking. But I had a decided advantage in both size and positioning, and non-to-gently held her in place as I fixed my cock at her puffied pussy. The second I sent my cock into her smoldering cavern she relaxed for several seconds. Only to begin a series of violent climaxes as I jack hammered my way to my own, intensely exquisite explosion that left the two of us shuddering for several minutes. Afterward, I wrapped Kristi in my arms and smothered her with kisses while telling her how much I loved her. Then after blow-drying my slacks and straightening my clothing, I kissed her one last time, and went home. Last Night After fifteen minutes of flirting and intense eye contact, I finally decided to approach her. I was never really big on the whole, "I don't give out my number, so I'll take yours." Never liked playing that game, it never seemed to work out in my favor. But her flat stomach and tight jeans had 'exception' written all over them. Now, I have to admit, I was a little surprised. An hour later, I received a text from her. She was texting me from her car, on her way to a Redbox, and wanted to know what I am doing later. Another hour passes, and she's pulling up my driveway. As she stepped out of the car I am instantly reminded of why I made an exception...those tight sexy jeans that caught my attention earlier. I always wondered, how long does it takes for women to squeeze into jeans like that; hopefully I'd be finding out in the morning. It was already late, so we headed upstairs to the third floor master bedroom, to watch the movie. After some intense conversation, mixed with some flirtatious smiles and contagious laughter- we decided to turn off the movie, dimmed the lights and set the fireplace to high. The snapping and crackling sounds of the blazing flames echoed off of the walls of the rooms, mixing with the smooth lingering sounds of the cohesive sounds of jazz, playing in the background. The thick smoke from our blunt danced up from the tip of it, tapering off into darkness of the room, leaving the ripe and potent stench of weed hanging in the air. We devoured each other with our eyes. She was so confident, and secure with her wants and needs. The conversation was foreplay. Her lips were aggressive and an aphrodisiac; they were so sexy and a huge turn on. The way she could articulate her desires, it drove the both of us of crazy. Something about women that can describe her wants and needs in such detail; it's a definite mind cum. I think she felt the same way, before I could change the topic; she was already straddling me and was sucking my tongue right out of my mouth. I finally laid back as she climbed on top of me. She wanted it and the fact that she could feel it pushing against her leg, was only helping matters. Her light skin tone was perfect, so smooth and flawless...she was young, smart and experienced, she went on to teach me things that night that I will never forget. I wanted to drive her crazy and she knew it, but she wouldn't give in. I couldn't even get her nipples to work in my favor, I played with them as she straddled me, I licking and sucking them, softly bit them while massaging them with my tongue as I squeeze the other breast with my hand. I did some of my best work...nothing, just a smile.....like, "That's all you got?" She unzipped my pants and start working the tip of my dick with her hand, just the tip, which was different. I started getting hard when I felt the tip of her tongue and the warmth from her mouth touching me, the sensation stimulated my whole body. She worked it with her hand and mouth, within seconds I was so lubed up, I don't know how she kept me in her mouth. But she did, amongst other things. Something about a woman putting her fingers in her mouth then making them disappear underneath her panties that was beyond hot. She started licking and sucking the head of dick, while working the shaft with her hands, BOTH hands, opposite directions, while she was mouthing me off-UNREAL. She had the right pressure, the right amount of lube. She said she was a college student, but I couldn't help but wonder what she was studying! Suddently, she stands up and orders me to do the same, I didn't think I was into things like that, but before I could decide, she was on her back and guiding me into her mouth. She placed my hand on the back of her head and was encouraging me to push harder. Her mouth was wide open and she was eager to have it filled with my dick. If she was working this hard for an A+, I just wonder what she will do for some extra credit. Now, all men are down for some slutty-like head, but this was extreme. I felt like I was fucking her mouth, actually I wasn't even in the driver seat, she had her hands clasped on my ass and was pushing me deeper into her mouth, well throat at this point. She was gagging and I was loving it, I mean, I was fucking her throat like it was pussy, a very tight one. It was so wet that I just slid deeper and deeper and I don't even think she was gagging anymore. I was told that for every woman who loved to be fucked in the throat until she gags; there are five that hated it. Statistically speaking, we have a problem! This was amazing, I couldn't wait to return the favor, though I knew I wasn't going to be able to top her performance, but I was going to worship every inch of her body until I made her cum from places she didn't even know existed. She was good, in fact the best, and she knew it..she had to. I came so hard, I don't think she even tasted it, it just shot down the back of her throat. I felt like I abused her mouth, more or less her throat, and couldn't believe that she loved it but she sure seemed to. I was still turned on, still hard as a rock. Just as I was getting ready to return the favor, she rolls over and starts to go to bed. I thought it was just a game until she confirmed by asking if it was okay for her to sleep in the nude. I couldn't believe it, she told that she came while she was doing it and was all set. I didn't even notice that she was playing with herself, but she told me she had gotten off twice. Not only that, but she doesn't fuck on the first "date" cause it's nasty, go figure! Last Night This can't be happening. I have imagined this moment a thousand times, wished for it on countless dark nights. You take me in your arms and lift me up, kissing me passionately like it's our last night together. It is our last night together... Earlier that night... It was an impromptu rendezvous. Our mutual friend had invited me to your office bar, then had proceeded to disappear, leaving us alone and forcing you to look after me. I was wearing a pair of run-down jeans and a shirt, one of my most comfortable button down shirts - in short, I was comfortable, but felt grossly de-feminised by all the beautiful swans who work in your office and who all had long flowing locks, short skirts and towering heels. All the same, it felt good to re-connect with my best friend again. As the drinks flowed, we amused each other and re-discovered all the perfect ways our personalities fit together - it felt like five years prior when we'd both been single. We were partners in crime once again. I noticed you kept brushing my hand, and every time our hands touched it felt like a small spark flew between us. It couldn't all be in my head could it? After a couple of hours, we emerged from what felt like our own personal little world we had closeted ourselves into and decided to join the party as it moved to a new venue. At the next venue, things, as they say, got interesting. The drinks came thick and fast, and with each shot, we gravitated towards each other, getting closer to each other with every passing second. As we made fun of each other's dance styles and laughed at the other patrons of the club, it felt more and more like we were alone in a club full of loads of other Friday revelers. Somewhere along the way, we forgot we were part of a wider group, dancing more and more sensuously. As we danced I noticed that your body was firm in all the right places, and more intriguingly, as we danced more and drank more, you seemed to be aroused as our bodies ground against each other, our blue eyes meeting above our grinding bodies. When you stopped dancing, and left me alone on the dance floor alone, I felt a void I could not explain. Feeling like I was coming out of a trance, I followed you to where you had collapsed on a lounger. "What's up? Old age getting to you finally?" Nothing in the world could have prepared me for your response. "No, I have a hard on. You're turning me on too much." I was silenced. A hot flash shivered through my body and I instantly got wet. I must have heard wrong, this couldn't be you - newly married - telling me, your long lost friend, what I thought you were saying. "You... Have a what?" I asked. "A hard on. You did this to me," you replied in very matter of fact tones. "Do you want another drink?" you then asked as if you had simply said that you had a stitch and needed to sit down. I needed to start breathing again or at least get some courage. I couldn't think so I got what you were having. As we sipped on our Heinekens in silence I looked at the dance floor, filled with pretty little things gyrating suggestively, and cursed inwardly. Why was sex everywhere I looked? But back to you: "yeah I can imagine this view did a number on you," I said. I had to give you an out, there had to be another explanation, I had to get this deep feeling of desire out of my head. This was my friend - we had been friends for over seven years. Platonic friends. Really platonic. I advised you on your strategy when you were looking for a wife. You held my hand through a difficult divorce. That did not mean I had not fantasized about this day so many times, knowing it could never happen, should not happen. No - this could not be happening. I was clearly drunk. "I'm so horny," you continued. I was sure a heart attack was in my imminent future. This could not be happening. Turning to me with the club lights playing over your handsome face, highlights in your blonde hair, you said in light tones: "I guess this is the part when I would say 'Your place or mine?' and you would say..." You looked at me expectantly with a smile on your face, waiting for me to laugh it off. You smirked and then took a swig of your beer as I silently watched you. Your lips... the heat was growing between my legs. I should laugh it off - I should not even contemplate what was running through my mind. I took a sip and a million thoughts went through my head. You'd already told me your wife was away this weekend, I'd already told you how I was so lonely at home. A glimmer of an idea began to form in my head, and with each passing second, I could not fight the realisation that come what may, I had to have you. Now. I swallowed and summoned the courage of my ancestors. This was it, the moment when my fantasies would either be shot down or ... Could I hope? "You didn't finish your sentence..." I said, shifting so that my fattened pussy lips could let me think clearly. "This is the part when you say 'your place or mine' and then I say..." You looked at me and I saw a number of emotions flit across you face - hope, crushed by doubt, followed by lust. "It's the part when you say we can't," you finished. I put my hand on your thigh and rubbed the firm muscles of your thigh under your jeans. You looked at me with uncertainty written across your face. "No baby," I said. "It's the moment I say: my place." You looked as shocked as I felt. Who was this brazen woman who just said that?! I wanted to follow that up with a giggle but your face became impossibly serious. You stood up suddenly and took me by the hand and walked me out of the club so fast my feet literally did not touch the ground. Were you pissed off, was I about to get a dressing down because I had propositioned my best friend to break his marriage vows just months into the union? I had gambled and lost. I hung my head in disappointment and clung to you hand. We left the club and I followed as you strode fast down the road. You reached an empty table down the street that was outside on a restaurant's patio. "Sit," you said. "We need to talk about this." I sat, and my heart fell all the way to my shoes. I had ruined our friendship. Stupid, stupid, stupid girl. I forced myself to look at you. You were looking at me with a truly shocked expression on your face. Your face softened as your eyes dropped to my lips and you sighed audibly. You looked up at the stars and I stared at the other happy go lucky revelers in the street who were laughing under a clear summer sky. I struggled to find the right words to pass this off as a joke that had gone sadly, badly wrong. I looked up again - not expecting to find you looking at me. My heart skipped a beat. Two beats. We stared at each other for a while. The music and the chatter from the streets faded away. You took a deep breath. "I need to know," you said, breaking the silence. Like moths drawn to a light, we simultaneously leaned towards each other and our lips met, fluttering over each other as we broke through the friends barrier after seven years of waiting. Your tongue played with my tongue. I remember thinking I needed to bring out all my kissing skills for this one - it was do or die time. When we finally pulled apart my world had changed. The music faded back in. We were grinning at each other like idiots. "Beautiful. Let's go," you said, offering me your hand. I went. I would have followed you anywhere. We kissed and felt each other up the whole way home on the tube, laughing about how long it had taken us to get to this point. It was so easy with you. When we finally got to my place all my nerves came back. You were a 'well-travelled' man in the bedroom. I was so fat right now, would you like my body? Would I be good enough? Could I make you come? We let ourselves into my dark apartment and fell silent as we looked deeply into each other's eyes. This was the last chance for this not to happen. We gravitated towards each other and kissed deeply. When we came up for air we stared removing each other clothes, in between deep kisses, our clothes were literally thrown all over the lobby of my apartment. We kissed our way to the bedroom, falling on my bed in a tight embrace. "I want this," you whispered, seemingly reading my concern. After all, you were the one who was married. As bad as it may sound, I felt no remorse, I felt like I was merely claiming what had been mine before your marriage. You entered me slowly, as if wanting to savour the feeling we'd both desired since we lay eyes on each other seven years prior. It felt like I had been penetrated by your soul, this was beyond sex. "You're so tight," you said against my neck. Wet could not even cover what I was, I felt like my entire purpose on earth was to receive you. You started a rhythm, pounding me as you placed butterfly kisses down my neck and on my breasts, with your hands stroking my every inch. I ran my hands down the length of your biceps, loving the feeling of your weight and arms on either side of my body. My fingers fluttered over your chest, loving your erect nipples. I felt my pussy pulsing around your cock, embracing it, releasing it, embracing it, then releasing it. I looked down at where our bodies met and admired the sight of your cock entering me with such gentle ferocity. I raised my eyes to yours to find you staring at me, you mouthed my name in wonder. I traced your lips with my fingers and said your name back; it felt like we were trying to ensure that it was not another fantasy but the real thing. You felt so good, I could feel I was getting close. And then I felt your cock grow bigger as your breath started to flutter and gripped you tighter with my pussy. Your breath grew short and you started sounding like you were fighting a losing battle against your body. You threw your head back and pounded me, hard. "Take it! Take it baby!" you shouted as your flow splashed into me. It seemed you came forever, as if you were pouring all of your seven year desires into me at once. I started coming, with wave after wondrous wave engulfing me, clinging to your body like it was an anchor as I started to float away on a breath of desire. We lay panting on the bed, coming down from our high. Already many thoughts were running through my mind - topmost, how would I keep my hands off you in the future? Followed closely by - was this it? Could I hope for more time with you? I pushed the thoughts aside and hugged you closer as I felt you slip out of my drenched pussy as you became soft. You sighed. "Shit, why'd it have to be so good?" you laughed, panting. This wouldn't be the last time. It could never be the last time. ********** Authors note: This is a true, beautiful story. My best friend and I had sex a few more times until I started to feel really deep feelings for him and literally cut him off, never seeing or talking to him again - the sad consequence of crossing the line of friendship. I ran from certain heart-break. But I always wonder what could be if things were different, and on hot summer nights like today when I touch myself, this is the only episode that makes me cum every time - just like I did that wondrous night. I hope you enjoyed it. Last Night Last Night, My whining little slut was complaining I haven't beat her lately and she needs a good cry. Well hell I felt obligated to help then I love seeing her cry. The shame is lately she has been seeing her slave boy more and he was over in my way. When I started setting up I told him I was getting ready to beat his owner My bitch and reminded her of her real place. The poor boy retreated and ran to the store to get my slave snacks and drinks, he must have known it was going to be a long night. I laid out a ton of gear in the dungeon. 3 floggers one was rubber capable of leaving the most beautiful welts, rope braided for beating, a baton, a bat, a dragons tongue, hammer and machete lastly weighted punching glove. I have been craving to take a round out of her for a while in case you didn't know. I locked a ring to the ceiling mount so she would stay up no matter how hard I hit and then went had some juice,while I waiting for her. As she walked in the door she gave her boy a hug and kiss, then pushed him a way to take her things. I walked over and frenched her and felt her up, telling her to get her ass ready. Her boy tidied the house as we went down. As she got ready loud industrial music and a under-bust to protect her back piercings I stretched and got ready. I then fastened her to the ring and put nipple clamps on her with weights so as the beating went on it would pull and rip at her nipples. Now to start I punched her and used knife hand chops to warm her up, then I grabbed the weighted glove and started over, seeing her back light up red I took off the gloves and grabbed the braided rope I swung it like a dragon tongue. Dropping the rope I reached the next item, a long dragon tongue. I came hard. I took it to her back criss cross on her back, after working her over I set it down and went to my fists again. For 5 solid minutes I beat her black and blue. I reached for 2 of my floggers, I took them to her back left and right wrapping it around her sides. I laid the floggers down. I reached the hammer next and started driving it into her back I wanted to make sure her ribs remembered this. I took up the bat now and worked her shoulders as she started to cry I slowed down and went to the last flogger. Rubber welts thick and large as it bites and digs on the reddened flesh. As she dripped sweat and tears. First my slut faltered then she wavered I knew it was time I grabbed the baton and connected all over her, that brought her to her knees. Done and wiped I left her there and walked away. AS she sobbed and lay crumpled I was out of the room. I yelled for her bitch boy to take care of her. I went to a couch and fell asleep while bitch boy held her and put up with a whiny girl. In the morning She had her bitch strapped to a bed when I woke face masked with only a breathing tube in his mouth, She was taking out her beating on him. When I walked up her eyes went fro fire to docile, she knew her place. Her place beneath me and those docile animal eyes like a dog who has seen its owner she came to me looking for attention. I held her for a moment and then dragged her off leaving her boy alone. I held her down on a couch, pulling out my cock she lept to it. The little slave girl sucked me hard as we listened to the muffled screams of her boy. I fucked her fast and hard, she whimpered under me thanking me for fucking her. Telling me she had not felt a man in so long she had had no sex in weeks. I pounded her last night raped her this morning filling her cunt, and she thanks me. I asked if her boy knew what I was doing to her, He will soon she said I'm going to sit on his face and let your cum dip down the tube into his mouth so he has to eat it while I tell him all about it. Laughing I left her to cuckold her boy while I cleaned myself and left. Last Night This is a first submission. Thank you very much to annieandy for her help in editing. All the characters are older than 19 years. ___________ It was my last night before I had to leave for college, and I was sitting in the dark in my room, looking out the window at the lights from the other houses, and listening to the voices coming from downstairs, where my sister was having a party. It was her last night as well. It sounded like the whole town was down there. I was in a weird mood, partly because my girlfriend just informed me she wasn't interested in a long-distance relationship. Which got me thinking about some of the other girls in this town, who I probably should have paid more attention to. With so many people in the house, I started to imagine that every girl in town had heard I was available, and they were all downstairs waiting their turn to persuade me not to leave. This got me all stirred up, so I decided to give myself a private little thrill and, at the same time, maybe get some relief from all that was pent up inside me. So I tugged at my zipper, and drew out my manhood, so to speak, which, when it hit the fresh air, perked up even at such slim prospects. Then there was a knock at the door. Before I could say anything the door was flung open. Thank God, the room was dark, and I was behind a stack of cardboard boxes, because, oh my God, it was my sister. I sure as hell didn't want her to catch me exposed like this, but what was I going to do? Fortunately, she came backing in, while trying to pull some guy into the room with her. "What's going on?" he said. "Where are you taking me?" I recognized him: very handsome. He should run for president someday, if he wasn't so into tennis. I know my sister had a crush on him at one time, but that didn't work out. I should mention, my sister happens to be smoking hot. Everybody says so, but nobody needs to tell me -- I can see it with my own eyes. How this guy, or anybody, could ever resist her is beyond me. She's like a model, but very natural, totally attractive, with a great body, and jet black hair. She's only a year older than me. But she's smart and nice to be around. Tonight, she's all decked out for the party, with her silk blouse, and a string of pearls. She's also wearing this pleated black mini-skirt that shows off her gorgeous legs. Meanwhile my heart was pounding, and I was trying not to make a sound, but I peeked out and saw her bolting the door. Then she turned back around all sultry and predatory, and started moving towards this guy. But he panicked, turned away, said, "Wait! Wait!" Then he stumbled on one of my shoes, fell backwards, and ended up on the bed. As he fell, my sister also lost her balance, rode him down, and ended up on top of him. She says, "Wait for what?" "I can't! I can't do this!" he says. But they were nose-to-nose, and she wouldn't let him up. She was brushing his lips with her lips, while her hands were down between them, grappling and tugging at his belt-buckle. I couldn't believe this: it's like she's going to take him by force right in front of my eyes. "Come on, my girlfriend's downstairs! Don't do this!" My sister yanked his pants down his legs, which caused his cock to spring into view. It was hard alright, like the handle of one of his tennis rackets. But nice and hefty, as it stood there bouncing just below the last button of his shirt. He definitely could've got away from her if he wanted to. She was in a trance, anyway, feasting her eyes. She was practically drooling, she kicked off her shoes, and whispered, "I'm going to suck your cock. Is that okay?" He said, "You better not." But I could tell he didn't mean it. All this was making me extremely hard. Especially when she lowered her head, parted her lips, and gulped half his cock into her mouth. From that moment, when he felt his cock sheathed in the warmth of her mouth, with her lips clamped around the shaft, he gave up trying to resist. And who could blame him. She had one bare foot on the floor, one knee on the bed, and her hands pressed on either side of his hips; there was only one point of contact between the two of them -- his cock and her mouth. She held on tight, and lifted her head, allowing his shaft to slide glistening into view. Now with just the helmet of his cock in the grasp of her lips -- lips that she'd painted red for the party -- she started rolling her head, causing her hair to sway like a cloak around her face. Her pleated skirt was also swaying the top of her long legs. Without letting go, or missing a beat, she managed to reach under her skirt, pull her panties down, and slide them down her legs. When she kicked them off, it caused her pussy to come into view for a moment. When I saw that, it turned me on, and I felt a churning in my groin. Then she shifted her position and with her leaning forward, now I was able to see down her blouse. I could see her breasts as they swayed and jostled around inside the silk. I wanted to cup my hand under those breasts and feel their motion and hard little nipples. I bet her nipples would prefer my touch -- instead of the raspy calluses on this guy's racket hand. I was seeing a side to my sister I'd never seen before. And it was blowing my mind. I've always loved her, and of course I never really considered what her sexual self might be like. Was she always this way? So ... single-minded and ... dominant? I couldn't get over her looking so hot. She actually looked like another person, I guess partly because she had a cock sliding in and out of her mouth, with her jaws extended for it, and her lips stretching around its shaft, and the head of his cock sometimes making her cheeks bulge from the inside. Right about now would be the time for somebody to do him a favor and go keep his girlfriend occupied. I'd volunteer, but I was trapped. And I had to give up trying to get my cock put away. I sure as hell didn't want to get caught with it out, but the problem was that I was getting so turned on, it wouldn't bend, so ... I felt so jealous of this guy on my bed. I'd give anything if I could switch places with him for two seconds -- maybe just tap him on the shoulder, and he could slide his cock out and I could slide mine in -- just to feel what he's feeling. I didn't care that it was my sister. I had my fist around my cock, and it felt so hot, like it had a temperature. It was heavy and literally radiating heat into my palm, and it never felt as hard as it did right then. So I started stroking myself for real, and trying to imagine what it must feel like -- if only I could get her to suck me. I felt the thrill coming a mile away, like an ocean wave about to crash over me. I hoped I didn't start howling, but I was loosing control. Then it hit -- like a roller coaster going over the top, and out of the tip of my cock were launched long ropes of molten whiteness. It was a massive thrill, but I don't think they heard me. Meanwhile, he started to orgasm as well. His moans were rhythmic: "Oh ...! Oh ...! Oh ...!" Not all that different from the sounds he makes when he plays tennis. My sister wouldn't let go of his penis, not until he was good and spent. Then, finally, she collapsed next to him on the bed, her big string of pearls clattering as they fell sprawling all over her chest. Then someone downstairs called his name. He jumped up, pulled up his pants, and said, "I gotta go -- she's calling. Listen," he said, "That was amazing, that was ...!" "Go to her," said my sister. "Okay." "No one has to know." "Thanks," he said and was out the door. Now it was just the two of us, me and my sister, alone in my room. I was hoping she might go downstairs, so I could come out of hiding. But she didn't. She just lay there on her back on my bed, looking at the ceiling, with her hair sprawled out, and her pearls askew. She raised one knee, so the black pleats of her skirt fell back, and I could see up her skirt. I'd always loved her. I loved everything about her. I began to wonder if I'd ever consider fucking my sister. It was just a crazy thought, and that's all it was. But if we were the last two people on earth, we'd probably have to. Not that I had any expectations that I'd ever do such a thing. As I looked at her lying there on my bed, and imagined the heat that must be rising up from her, I felt wickedly attracted to her. "Jimmy?" Oh, shoot! I was busted. I was afraid of this. I managed to get zipped up. "Hey, sis," I said. "Dammit! Jimmy! Didn't you say you were going out tonight with what's-her-name?" "We had a change of plans," I said, as I came out from behind the boxes. "What the hell was I supposed to do?" "You should've left." "How?" I asked, and she didn't reply, she just sighed, and we were quiet for a second. "I thought it was hot," I said. "Would you lock the door?" I slid the bolt. With her knees up I was able to see a lot of her legs, and she'd been lolling them back and forth. Then she moved her knees so they were pointing towards me, and when she did that, I could see all the way under her skirt. Oh my god. She was letting me look at her cunt, so intensely beautiful and black against the pale skin of her thighs. And I'm trying to act cool, but I'm thinking: "Oh, God! Yes!" I loved looking at her. She said, "What are you thinking?" "Nothing." She looked at my crotch and said, "Something's making you hard. Why don't you take it out?" "Take it out?" "Yeah. Show it to me." I was tempted. She said, "Come on, do it." Then she sat up, and started undoing my belt. I was speechless, and just watched her doing this. Then she smiled up at me, as she slowly lowered my pants down past my cock, which sprang out and stood there. "Oh my God," she said. "Would you stroke it for me? Please? I want to see you do it." I hesitated, but then I thought, what the hell, and I reached down and gave it some motion, as she lay back, with her arms above her head. Her whole body was gorgeous. She saw me gazing at her pussy, and spread her legs apart to let me see better. I loved that she was showing it to me. She really could be adorable. "You getting hot looking at me?" she said. "This is intense," I said. "I'm getting turned on, too. Jimmy, it's our last night in this town, and we're all alone here. What should we do? Anything we want?" Anything? What I really wanted more than anything at that moment was to kiss her pussy, kiss it with my tongue, I wanted to make out with her down there. I got down on my knees on the floor at the foot of my bed. Is she really going to let me do this, I wondered? I caressed her body with the palm of my hand sliding along her legs, from her knees down the outside towards her ass, then down the inside of her gorgeous thighs. When my hand brushed against her pussy I could tell she liked it. This was so beautiful. I brushed my fingers across the downy softness, and brought my face closer. I was in heaven. She arched her back a bit and moved her herself closer to my lips. I could feel my own breath as it moved through her soft bush. I wanted to eat her more than anything, so I went for it. I gently clamped down with my lips around her pussy, and sucked, and kissed. I nuzzled her lips with my lips. I savored the delicious nectar, and could feel her responding, with hot little moves and pressures against my mouth. With my tongue, I traced a path up and down her pink slit. Then, with just my tongue, I slid as deep into her as I could, and pumped it into her and out a few times. I felt her clit throbbing, so I sucked at it and took it into my mouth. She came with this sweet little birdsong, "Ohhhhhh ...!" God, I wanted her so badly. I climbed up onto the bed to get next to her.. She reached for me, and guided me into her embrace. She said, "Do you want to kiss me?" but I was already going for it, whether she wanted me to or not. And we kissed for the first time. My hand caressed the side of her head. Her lips were so soft, and her kisses so teasing at first. Her blouse stretched taut across her breast showed her hard nipple poking up. I wrapped my lips around the hard little silk-wrapped morsel, and squeezed it through the fabric with my lips. I kissed her again as my hand slid under her blouse and explored her delicious body, and felt her breasts. My hand again found her nipple, as we kissed, and she responded with tiny moans of pleasure that she breathed into my mouth. I unbuttoned her blouse and tore it open -- she gasped, as if startled, and turned her head away, as I gazed at her and took it all in. I just wanted to look at her, God, she was so fucking attractive. Especially what she was doing with the moonlight on the paleness of her breasts and torso. Nothing could be more beautiful on earth. "Would you fuck your sister?" she whispered. This knocked me out that she would say that, and be so direct. "Would you?" She looked at me. "I know you want to." I was hard as a rock. "I want to so bad," I said. "Fuck me, Jimmy. Please. Fuck me." I pulled her blouse off, and then pulled her pleated skirt down, and she was naked except for that string of pearls. I swung over, she parted her legs, smiled so sweetly, and bit her lower lip. I reached down, wrapped my hand around my cock to guide it into her pussy. I wanted to watch as I entered her. In the little cave of space between us, I saw the head of my cock plow furrows through the jet-black fuzz, and dip its head into the moist and glistening opening. "Are you okay with this?" She asked. "Even though I'm your sister? Because I'm totally cool with it." "Totally," I said. "I love you," she said. "Wait." The tender little petals of her pussy, had in their delicate grasp only the very tip of my cock, and my own fist held it in this position. She said, "You got to kiss me." We were so close, nose-to-nose, and I was falling for her in a big way. Both of us were panting. I wanted to inhale and drink up her breath as she breathed it. Our lips came together -- I wanted to savor everything about her. For the first time I felt her tongue part my lips, and exactly as she did that, I sank my cock deep into the hot wetness of her pussy. I felt the shaft sink into her, and felt her moan into my mouth. We made love. And before too long she said, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" I was, too. We both came at exactly the same moment, and came, and came. It felt like we were on a rocket to the moon, and it left us astonished. She eventually got dressed and went back down to the party. Just to be safe, I left my room by climbing out the window, and down some vines, and then came back in through the front door. We made a promise to each other that that was it, and that we'd behave ourselves from now on. I've always loved her. I always will. Anyway, she's going to come visit me at college next week. She wants to see my new place. Last Night "Don't you agree, Matt?" "Hmmm? Sorry - miles away..." In reality I was simply transfixed by the girl sitting opposite me - Nicola. Her eyes glinting in the low light. The way she kept brushing her blonde hair back over her ear. Her ready, flashing smile. Her tongue as she licked the last of her dessert from her lips (was she looking at me when she did that?). Her frankly dirty laugh as she mercilessly took the piss out of everyone else at the dinner party. "Please excuse me a minute. Bathroom...?" "Down the hall, Matt. It hasn't moved." What I really needed was some cold water on my face and to get out of there. Nic was the problem. I'd known her for years; half my life almost. She was my friend's ex, just split a couple of months ago, and bizarrely I seemed to have handled the break-up worse than either of them; it's very strange seeing your two closest friends at each other's throats, so I just left them to it. James had moved on already, shagging one of the legal secretaries at work, and I hadn't spoken to Nic until tonight. There had always been a sexual tension between us - lots of flirting, "accidental" body contact, innuendo and even a New Years kiss that lasted a bit, well a lot, longer than it should have. But no more than that. And then tonight. I'd never seen her looking quite so hot. It felt likes all the years of repressed desire for her were coming to the surface at once. But still.... I mustn't. James was still my friend, and almost more importantly so was she. What if my feelings were misguided? What if they weren't? I'd had too much wine to trust myself to make a good decision. Better to slip away before I said or did something I might regret. "Listen, thanks guys, that was lovely, but I'm going to catch a cab. I've got an early start tomorrow." "Can I share? Early start too." Oh christ. Both Nic and I lived the other side of London. How could I say no? The cunning escape plan had fallen to pieces at the first hurdle. She huddled against me as we stood in the cold waiting for a cab; head against my chest, arms around my waist, shivering as I shielded her from the worst of the winter wind. I could smell her perfume and was struggling to keep myself in check as it set my senses on fire. Finally a cab hove into view, and we bundled gratefully in. Still trembling with cold, she snuggled against me in the back of the cab. "Your hands are freezing! Let me warm them up..." She took my almost blue right hand and furiously rubbed her own against it, stopping only to breathe on my fingers. Then she just clamped it between her thighs as she started on the other. Oh my good god. This was not part of the plan. I had convinced myself that all of the evening's teasing and flirting, even up to finding my hand sandwiched between her firm thighs, was just a continuation of how we used to be round each other for so many years, in her eyes at least. I shifted to hide the obvious indication of my arousal, and leant back against the seat, eyes closed, hoping that sleep would come before I made a fool of myself. But I left my hand between her legs. I could think of nothing else - it was like my whole being was concentrated in my fingertips. Surely if I just twitched my fingers a little she won't notice? I felt her skin give a little through her jeans as I squeezed, but no reaction. I forced myself to breathe, trying to calm my heart down. Swallowed hard - maybe I could do that again? Slowly I flexed my fingers again, and shifted my hand just a few mm upwards, praying she would think I was just moving as I dozed. Then I felt her hands grab my wrist and hold it tight. My mind was a blur of panic. What could I say to her? What was I thinking? I held my breath and waited. And waited. "I know you're not asleep," she breathed into my ear. I didn't move. "You can carry on like that if you like - it's nice. But don't open your eyes, don't move around. I'm not giving the driver a show here." Swallowing again, I nodded imperceptibly, and felt her grip on my wrist relax, her legs parting just a little. Stealing a quick squint out the window I could see we were still a good half hour from my flat - longer to hers. I began to massage the inside of her thigh, slowly so as not to give the driver any cause to think we were anything other than asleep. Gradually I worked up her leg to the seam of her jeans, tight against her body, and gently pressed the thicker material against her sex. Sighing under her breath, she wriggled slightly, and I knew that my finger was rubbing her jeans right against her clit. I had to slip my other hand inside the waistband of my own trousers to adjust my hardening cock, and felt her hand slide up my leg and over the buttons, coming to rest over my erection. I could scarcely believe this was happening, and I'm sure she sensed my over-excitement, just lightly gripping my throbbing cock through my clothing rather than stroking it. I continued to run my fingers against the crotch of her jeans, feeling her lean into me every time I got anywhere near her clit. Even through the denim I could feel the heat coming from her. Concentrating on her clit more and more now, her hips started to rock ever so slightly. She was trying so hard to be quiet, it was only her hot breath against my ear and the movement of her hips that gave her away. Slowly I became aware that the crotch of her jeans wasn't only hot, it was damp. James had once let slip that Nic got really wet during sex but I'd never pressed him on the point - now I could feel for myself. My hard on began to twitch a little in response to her arousal. I longed to slip my hand inside her jeans to feel her pussy for real rather than through her jeans, but I knew the cabbie would notice if I "woke up", so I just kept circling her clit through her jeans, a steady rhythm in time to her shallow breathing, which in turn became the rhythm of her hips as she rocked minutely against my fingers. Then she was whispering in my ear: "Please keep going... feels so good... wanna cum... this is so hot... gonna cum..." She came without the driver noticing. For about 20 seconds, her body went entirely rigid. She didn't breathe. She squeezed my erection so hard I thought she'd break it. I could feel her pussy throbbing and contracting through her jeans. As she relaxed, she released her grip, and just lay against me, getting her breathing back under control, until finally she sat upright as we entered my street. "I'll get out with you if that's OK," she said, and smiled at me as I paid the cabbie. It seemed I had no choice in the matter. She held my waist tight as I struggled with the front door, and practically dragged me up the stairs to door of my flat. Then she was on her knees, giggling as she kissed the length of my still hard cock through my jeans while I tried to open the flat door before anyone came out to investigate the laughter. "Nicola!! Stop it! Let me open the door!" As the door opened she rose and kissed me full on the lips, arms around me as we bundled inside. Her mouth which normally looked so soft was hard and insistent, her tongue fighting mine, lips locked together, pushing me against the wall, forgetting to breathe, lost so deep in the moment as if it was the last kiss she'd ever have. I pulled away, panting for air, conscious of her body pressed against me, knowing she must be able to feel my erection against her waist. "Nic - I don't want you to regret this tomorrow..." "Shhh! Talk later. Now it's your turn...." Leading me into the lounge, she once again knelt in front of me, loosening my belt and purposefully undoing the buttons of my fly. My jeans had scarcely touched the floor before she was kissing the tip of my cock as it tented my boxers, a little wet spot indicating where a bit of precum had escaped. She took the head into her mouth, still encased by the soft cotton, her teeth scraping against me through the fabric. As I moaned a little, she withdrew, and pulled my boxers to the floor, finally exposing my manhood to her gaze. She gave a little giggle which momentarily crushed my soul, but quickly realised her mistake and reassured me: "It's OK, I've just never played with an uncircumcised one before..." And with that she pushed me back onto the couch and lowered her lips to my shaft. Once again she took the head into her mouth, more careful with her teeth this time, sucking gently and running her tongue round the smooth flesh. Kissing down the underside of the shaft to my balls and back up again - soft, wet kisses that quickly cooled my hot skin under her breath. Cupping my balls in one hand, again she took me in, deeper this time, sucking harder, and squeezing the shaft with her other hand. As she pulled back, her hand ran up the shaft, prompting another dribble of precum to flow from the end. She lapped at it with the tip of her tongue, before taking it between her lips again. My balls ached for release - including the taxi journey I'd been hard for about an hour now. With every flick of her tongue, movement of her lips, squeeze of her hand, my cock twitched - hard beyond belief. Sensing I was getting close, once again she withdrew me from her mouth, and just slowly wanked my cock with one hand, massaging my balls with the other, staring between my legs as she watched the foreskin moving over the end with each movement of her hand, fascinated as the engorged glans emerged and vanished time and again. Finally, she just looked up at my eyes, and smiled her dirty smile, "I think you're ready now." Licking her lips again, she maintained eye contact as she once more took me into her mouth, knowing she was tipping me over the edge, sensing the moment of release. Her lips just covering the swollen end, tongue pressed flat against it, hands working my balls and shaft in tandem, I just had to cum. She gave one deep suck that seemed to draw the first jet from the very centre of my body, and she flinched as it hit the back of her throat, but kept her rhythm going as stream after stream pulsed into her mouth. Finally it was over, I sagged into the couch as my still twitching cock slipped from her lips. She'd swallowed most of my cum, but her eyes glinted as she deftly licked some from her lips just like she had with her dessert before. "I love cum, but wine is better," she said as she skipped into the kitchen, returning a minute later with two glasses and newly opened bottle. "I've got some news," she said. "I'm off tomorrow. Not holiday - I'm going. I've got a 6 month placement in Madrid, which might extend to 2 years. I'm sorry about forcing myself on you - I just couldn't go with out knowing what it would be like with you. I've always wanted to fuck you." Stunned, I searched for a response. "I can assure you the feeling is mutual," I managed, still dazed from my orgasm and her news. "I kind of always knew... I was sure when I saw you watching me at dinner and tried to hide your hard-on, and certain when you started feeling me up in the cab..." My cheeks flushed red as I started to stammer an apology. Then her finger on my lips, a twinkle in her eye, "Shhh! Lets just enjoy tonight now..." I leaned into her and kissed her, gently now, taking control, manoeuvring my arms around her so I could stand and pick her up without breaking our kiss, before carrying her to the bedroom. Standing her down with her back towards me, I bent to kiss the back of her neck as I ran my hands down her arms, her skin turning to goose bumps as my fingers brushed over it. Still kissing her neck, I reached round to unbutton her blouse, slipping it from her shoulders. She moaned as I bit gently at her shoulder, slipping my hands down and forward to unbutton her jeans. Stepping free as they fell to the floor, she span round to stand before, her pink lace bra cupping her perfect bronzed breasts, the matching panties seemed almost painted onto her. Stepping into her to renew our kiss, I lowered her to the bed, dragging my tongue down her chest, over her tummy to her hips as I did so. I could smell her musky scent, but it was only as my fingers found the edge of her panties that I realised how wet they were, soaking from her excitement and her orgasm earlier. Kissing her mound through the lace, I could taste her already, and once again I started to feel my cock grow heavy as my body responded to the smell, taste and sight of her. Lifting her hips, I slid the panties down her legs, to reveal a beautifully smooth mound, slightly puffy lips, and her glistening clit just peaking out from between. She moaned quietly as I kissed it, teasing with my tongue, alternately flicking at it with the tip and making small circles as she pressed her hips towards me, eager for more contact. I ran my tongue down her slit, pulling her thighs apart, opening her lips. Pressing my tongue as far as I could, I sought out her hole, seeking the source of her juices, wanting to taste her nectar. Then back up to her clit, focussing my attention in response to the sighs and moans she was making. Gently I drew her clit between my lips, sucking slightly, pressing it with my tongue. My fingers crept towards her pussy, guided by the slick moisture on her thighs. One finger slipped easily inside and the second elicited a little gasp. A quick glance up showed that she was mauling her breasts through her bra - her erect nipples obvious through the lace. I opened my two fingers, stretching the entrance to her hole slightly, feeling the wet skin give a little as she started to rock her hips in response. Hooking my fingers I searched for her g-spot, massaging the walls of her pussy. She groaned and bucked a little, and I struggled to keep my tongue in place as it worked on her clit. Suddenly she sat up: "I want more..." I leaned forward to unhook her bra, letting her tits fall free. Cupping one in my hand I moved to kiss her, but instead she just started licking her juices from my face. With a wicked grin she moved sideways and pushed me down, immediately straddling me, her pussy hovering above my now full hard cock. She lowered herself down, not onto me, but over me, so her clit was squeezed against my shaft. As I stretched my neck up to take a nipple in my mouth, she started to slide back and forth, her soaking pussy leaving me covered in a trail of her wetness. Moaning, she moved more quickly, her clit travelling the entire length of my shaft as she rubbed herself against me. She tossed her head back and began to groan deeply. "Cumming..." was all she said. It felt like her whole pussy had melted over my cock, the entire shaft was in contact with her soft wet flesh. Her arms trembled as she supported herself on my shoulders, and slowly she collapsed down onto me. I held her still for a moment, before she reached back and moved my cock so it was against her hole. "Now fuck me!" she breathed in my ear. I rocked my hips, pressing into her. Just the head at first, her pussy clenched tight around it, slowly relaxing to admit more. Moving slowly, I worked a few inches in and she started to respond to my hip movements with her own. Rolling her onto her back, I pressed further in, feeling her surrounding me, drawing me in further until there was no more to go. Shifting position slightly again, I opened her legs, slipping my arms under her thighs to lift them and hold them apart. Legs trapped between my arms and by body, she couldn't move, save for rock her hips as I thrust into her. She managed to slip a hand between us, her finger locating her clit as I drilled into her, eyes closed in ecstasy as she approached another orgasm. Every thrust felt like I was falling further into her, balls slamming into her backside, shaft throbbing as she clenched around it, almost trying to pump the cum from me. "Your cock fits my cunt perfectly," she moaned. "I want to feel you cum inside me - deep inside me..." She was breathing hard now, hand furious on her clit, hips bucking under me. I stared at her beautiful face, eyes screwed closed, lips apart, tongue flicking out to moisten them as she started to move her head from side to side. Her neck began to flush, little beads of perspiration on her forehead. As she took a final deep breath I knew what was coming, and closed my eyes as my own climax rapidly approached. With a stilted scream, every muscle in her body contracted at once, her pussy squeezing and enveloping my cock so completely that I had no choice but to follow her, conscious of nothing but the cum flooding from my cock deep inside her pussy, which was contracting in time with my own bursts, even as they weakened and my pounding slowed. We lay there afterwards, after she had licked me clean, and with my cum slowly oozing out of her, her head on my chest. We sipped wine, we laughed about the fun times we'd had over the years, and we stroked each other's skin until sleep came. When I woke in the morning she was gone, a note on the pillow with her still damp panties: "You can bring these back to me in Spain..." Last Night We walked together through the dark, quiet house. Passing into the bedroom, our playground, our hands touched fleetingly. I doused the lights, and closed the door. With a soft click I heard the lock fall into place. She unbuttoned her pants, and slid them down over her hips and to the floor. As she stood, I pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. As she unbound her breasts from her bra, I hooked my fingers into the sides of her panties and slid them to the floor; I could smell her excitement as I knelt. Standing, I embraced her naked form and pulled her to me, my engorged shaft straining against my own pants. Her hands sought me out, and with practiced ease I stood before her naked, her hands wrapped lovingly around my shaft and stroking it. I pushed her to the bed and forced her on her back. She spread her legs for me and I began to kiss her thighs. I was on my hands and knees on the bed, my fingers exploring her hole as my tongue lashed her. She gripped me harder and stroked me with more force, and I arched my back and delved into her with my tongue. She moaned and gasped, and I could feel her pulse quicken. "I want you in me," she whispered, running her hands down my back and through my hair. I stood up, and walked off the bed, returning with two colored toys. I dipped the one in lubricant and began to massage her anus with my finger. I worked the tip of my finger in and she gasped. I then followed with the lubricated toy, slowly working it into her. "Oh be gentle," she moaned as it was slowly inserted into her. Halfway through, I forced it in to the base. "Oh no!" she cried out, her backside suddenly full. I worked it around in a circular motion, and I relished the look of pleasure and pain on her face. With one hole filled, I inserted a longer one into her front. Once both were in place, I placed my open hand onto her, covering both their bases. I began to push rhythmically against them, and she responded in kind by moving her hips in sync with my exertions. I reached down and stroked myself while I toyed with her. My desire for her overwhelmed me, and I abandoned the toys inside her. I moved around and grabbed her hair and forced myself into her mouth. She rolled over onto her knees and took me, I could feel the warmth and softness of her mouth and throat surround me. Holding her head in place I moved my hips back and forth forcing myself into and out of her. She dutifully took me, until she coughed and turned her head away choking, and I released her hair. "Fuck me," she begged. "Oh, please fuck me! I want you inside me. Put it inside me." I repositioned myself behind her and pulled out the front plug quickly. "Oh shit!" she gasped as she raised her rear slightly, preparing herself for what was next. I reached down and grabbed myself, and rubbed against her. Her hot wetness drew me in, and with one quick hip motion I entered her. "Oh yes," she gasped as I began to work her, her other side still filled. My hands grabbed her ass cheeks and I squeezed them roughly as I listened to my stomach slap against her cheeks. I could feel myself building up, and I began to pump her with an animalistic frenzy. I wanted to be released, to feel myself empty into her. I closed my eyes and leaned forward, pulling her towards me as I shuddered with my orgasm. I continued to force myself into her but with a clear mind now. I focused on a strong, deep rhythm. She responded by burrowing her head into the bed and sheets, moaning. "I want to cum!" she cried out. "I can't stop it...can't stop. Let me cum, oh let me cum." Silently I continued to pump myself into her. I could feel her muscles beginning to tense, her body wanted to be released. She threw her head back and rose up on her hands, pushing herself against me, driving me deeper. "Fuck!" she moaned. "Oh fuck I'm going to cum...Fuck I'm going to cum." Her body trembled and with a cry she went slack, collapsed down upon the bed, still on her knees, myself deep within her...spent. Her breathing was ragged and labored, and as I kissed her back I could taste her salty sweet sweat from her trials. Last Night Valentine sat on his bed in his own room at the order, it was the last night before he was sent out on an assignment on his own for the first time and he had to confess to feeling a bit nervous. He had been playing his violin but had laid it carefully next to him, unable to concentrate properly. The usually soothing music did nothing to dispel his anxieties. He glanced around his room and still found it hard to believe he had managed to pass all of his tests and was now a fully fledged Rose. It also meant that he now had his own room away from the training dorms on the other side of the complex. The walls were still the familiar alchemical-paint white and the floor was still covered with the same rush mats, but now he had a large double bed all to himself and a small sitting room attached to the bedroom in case he received guests. He arose and drew the curtains against the encroaching evening. The air was now thankfully cooler than it had been at midday, although he was now more used the the hot summers of Quillia, he still found the head of the day a touch stifling. A cool breeze rustled the light curtains and he was thankful for the draft. He crossed the room again and poured a glass of water from his pitcher. He sipped it and considered getting a book to read. He rejected the idea, knowing he would not be able to settle properly. Valentine checked his pack again for the hundredth time, knowing that everything he needed was inside, except the swords they had made for him. He would be able to collect those in the morning before he left. There was a tap at the door and he walked over to it, he opened it a fraction and saw Alicia standing there. "Good Evening." he smiled opening the door and letting her in. "Hi," she smiled. She strode into the room carrying a small bag with her, her red curls bobbing as she walked as always. She cast a fine figure as she walked, if somewhat short, wearing the same loose fitting black trousers and white tunic that he wore however, her womanly curves were obvious to Valentine as she moved past him. She appeared unarmed, but he suspected other wise, she usually always carried a dagger of some sort with her. "How are you?" he asked. "I'm OK. I thought you would want some company. Take your mind off tomorrow." she said. "Yeah thanks." he nodded, "Drink of water?" "I have better than that." she smiled, producing a bottle of wine. "I swiped it from the kitchens earlier." she explained as Valentine fetched two glasses. "Nice one!" he replied, "Thomas not about tonight?" "He's with Archi at the moment, they're working together on their first mission." she replied. "Just you and me then." he shrugged pouring out the cheap white wine. They sat opposite each other in Valentine's sitting room and sipped their wine. "Cards?" he asked "Not tonight Valentine," she said, "I am all out of enthusiasm for cards at the moment." "OK." he shrugged. "Hows the tattoo?" she asked. "Not as bad as it was." he replied, feeling the glow of the wine hitting his cheeks. "Stings doesn't it." she grinned. "Yes." "Will you play for me?" she asked "Of course I will." he replied, she has long since given up learning to play the violin and let him have the instrument she had but she still liked to listen to him play. He entered the bedroom and fetched the instrument. He applied the bow to the strings and drew a note, "Anything specific?" he asked. "Not really." she replied, content just to listen. "Very well, I shall play you the one my father taught me just before I left." he replied. He drew the bow across the string and slipped into an easy rhythm. The notes reverberated around his small room and he let the music flow from the violin. He let the tone of the music drop, sparking emotions of sadness and parting. He hardly needed to focus on what he was playing and let the music soothe his anxieties away, as it usually did. He caught the look of sadness on Alicia's face as he was playing and picked up the pace slightly. He opened his mouth and for the first time since he had left home he lifted his voice in song. He sang the foreign words in his rich baritone, causing his companion to look up in amazement. The song seemed appropriate as it told of parting friends, originally it should have been a duet and he only sang the male part however it had the desired effect on Alicia, she was soon smiling. He let the song end and he smiled at her. "All these years, you never told me you could sing as well." she said, "you're very good at it too." she added "Thank you." he replied. "Let me guess, your mother was a singer?" "No. I had formal lessons from the age of five until I left them." "Formal lessons?" she frowned. "Rather expensive for a street urchin." "Not a street urchin." he retorted, applying the bow to the strings again and playing a more up beat ditty he had recently heard in the streets of Quillia. She clapped along with her hands as he played and he was genuinely pleased to see his friend smiling. He let the tune finish before letting the violin slip to his side and taking a generous slurp of wine. "What else are you hiding under that cool exterior of yours Valentine Ungart?" she asked. "Oh not much." he shrugged. "I don't believe one word of that." she replied, "Will you tell me the truth one day?" she asked "One day." he nodded sitting down again. "So there is something under there." she smiled. "Of course, we all have our secrets don't we." "Oh tell me." "I have never told anyone." Valentine replied, "You have to swear on your honour as a member of the Roses not to tell anyone." he said."If you pass this information on, it could get us both killed." "Killed?" she asked, her eyes widening. "Yes, do you promise?" "I do." she said, "I swear on the honour of a Rose that what you say will not pass these walls." "OK." he said, taking a deep breath. "My name is not Valentine Ungart, It is Louis Kazaril. I am the son of Duke Wilhelm Kazaril of Karana. The eldest son. I ran away just before my fifteenth birthday." he explained. "Really?" she asked, her eyes widening. "Yes." "Why?" "I didn't want my life to be dictated to me, they had everything planned for me, from what I was going to do for the rest of my life to who I was going to marry," he explained, "I wanted to choose my own path and so I did. I had heard of the Roses of Quillia so made a promise to myself to join them. I arrived after a long walk and the rest you know. I chose my name when I entered the order and have not told anyone about my origins." "Truly not a street rat then?" "Not at all." "Louis." she smiled. He grinned at her and shrugged. "Why Valentine?" "I had just finished reading Rameries's Knights in Red." he admitted, slightly embarrassed. "That's awful." she smirked. "I know. Still, I got used to it." "Explains the singing and the violin though." "I know, I didn't want to give up everything I learnt, I was so pleased when you left the violin on the bed those years ago." he said. "I can't believe your singing voice either, why have you never sung before?" she asked. "Case never arose I guess." he shrugged. "I am glad you shared it tonight."she said, refilling their empty glasses. "I shall be drunk." he laughed. "I will miss you while you are away." she said suddenly. "You too." he responded. There was a sudden silence and Valentine found himself fidgeting as she gazed at him. "What's that look for?" he asked to fill the silence. "What?" she asked, breaking her gaze away from him. She had never looked at him that way and it filled him with nervousness. She arose with a smile. "I've had a bit to drink is all, I should probably get going, you have an early start tomorrow morning." she explained. Valentine arose as well and noticed that he too was filled with a glow from the wine, "If you think that would be best." he stammered. "Don't you want to get a good night's sleep?" she asked walking to the door. "You don't have to go." he said, following her. She turned to face him and saw some of the anguish in his eyes. She moved towards him and he caught her in an embrace. He felt her put her arms around his slender waist and he held her close. She leaned against him and he appreciated feeling her warmth. "Valentine," she whispered. He nuzzled his face into her sweet smelling hair and kissed the back of her head. "What are you doing?" "Something I have been too scared to do for far too long." he explained. He pulled away from her and placed his hand underneath her chin. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her soft lips. A look of surprise crossed her face and he backed away "I forget myself." he said shakily. "No no, it's not that at all." she whispered reaching up and kissing him back. Her lips tasted sweet, like cherries, mingled with the wine they had been drinking, they were moist against his dry ones and he willingly responded to her all too brief kiss. She flicked her eyes to the door and he followed her gaze. "You should lock that." she explained, "We don't want any interruptions." "Interruptions?" He swallowed nervously but nodded in agreement, he released her and crossed the room. Once at the door he locked it and turned back to face Alicia. "All this time I thought you weren't interested." she said returning to his embrace. "What made you think that?" he asked, stroking her soft cheek. "I tried flirting with you but you never gave a response." she shrugged, reaching out and touching his soft brown hair. "I always thought you liked Thomas so kept my distance." he replied. "Now we only have tonight." As she spoke, Valentine crashed his lips against hers in an urgent kiss to which she eagerly yielded. He felt her tongue flick against his lips and he parted them, allowing her to explore the inside of his mouth with her tongue while he probed at hers. Their saliva collided together and mingled, creating a heady liquid. He felt her hand snake down his back and into his breeches. He flinched as she touched the still healing tattoo on his left side and she murmured an apology. He felt her small fingers squeeze his backside as he kissed her with increasing intensity. She broke the kiss and grinned, "God's you're a skinny runt." she whispered as pushed her hands up his tunic and along his ribcage, "have you grown at all while you have been here?" "About an inch." he shrugged. She laughed before kissing him again and he returned to exploring her own figure with his hands. He rested his deft fingers on her breast and gave it a tentative squeeze. He heard her moan and decided that he was doing a good thing so continued to kneed the mound as he kissed her. He felt her hand move from his ass to his hip and he shivered with pleasure mingled with uncertainty. He probed her tongue with his and he felt one of her hands push through his thick hair. Her fingertips brushed his ear and he felt a wave of electric passion shoot through him. He pulled her closer against him and held her as she nibbled on his ear. "God's Alicia," he whispered. "I know Valentine," she replied in his ear. He bent down and picked up the small woman and crossed the room, she opened the door to his bedroom and he walked over to the bed. He placed her down with care on the soft mattress and leaned over her, he kissed her full on the lips again and she stroked his long soft hair. He felt her hands exploring his slight frame once more and was almost embarrassed when she found the distorted bulge in the front of his breeches. Instead of being intimidated by his reaction to her, she slipped her hand tentatively down the front of his breeches and took his member in her hand. She looked at him for reassurance and he smiled at her. She began running her hand up and down the length of his shaft stroking the length with her soft skin. He moaned as he felt his cock surge under her touch and he eased himself down next to her. He felt his balls tighten and he closed his eyes as she continued to touch him. He distracted himself by using his hands to explore the contours of her body, he ran his fingers along her ribs and down onto her soft belly, he pushed a hand up her shirt and gave one of her breasts a squeeze but she shrugged him off and released his cock. She moved to undo his breeches and as she did so, his cock sprang free from its confines. The next thing he felt was her warm moist mouth surrounding his end, her lips pushed his skin back gently and her tongue flicked the delicate end. She pushed his cock to the roof of her mouth and began rubbing the underside with her tongue. He felt himself harden further as she continued to mouth him and did his best not to fill her mouth with come. She brushed his balls with her nails and returned her focus on his end, sending him over the edge. Valentine let out a deep moan and he pulled her off his cock as he felt his release, he pulsed a jet of white onto his stomach as he came. The waves of pleasure shot through him as he squeezed out another jet of semen. Moments later he gave Alicia an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that." he whispered slightly embarrassed, "I got a bit carried away." She returned his smile and scooted up the bed to kiss him on the cheek. "That's all right." she grinned. Valentine arose and removed his dirty shirt. Alicia watched his movements, as graceful as a Thorian dancer and a lustful grin passed over her features. Valentine rejoined her after pulling up his breeches and put his arm over her. He kissed her awaiting lips and ran his hand down her body. He pushed his nimble fingers down the front of her breeches and into her wetness. She sighed as he brushed her clit and slipped a finger into her quivering pussy. He pushed his thumb against her sensitive nub and felt her tense as he did so. He pressed harder and began moving his hand in a circular motion and she moaned as he did so. "Val..." she muttered as he drove another of his fingers inside her. He felt her muscles grip his fingers as he touched her and was surprised when she moved to grab hold of his softening cock. He felt himself begin to harden again as her grip tightened and she began pumping the shaft once more. He reapplied pressure to her nub and buffed at it with his fingertip as she moved her hand faster. She tensed and he felt her leg curl up as he touched her. She began to shudder underneath him and she squeezed his cock ever tighter. She stopped moving her hand as her orgasm hit her, she let out a scream and he stopped moving his hand. He just let his fingers brush the edge of her clit and let her buck against him for a moment or two. The next thing he became aware of was her straddling him, naked from the waist down. Alicia had his cock in her hand and she was guiding him into her. He moaned as she slid down his fully engorged length and she gave a smile. He could feel the muscles inside her twang against him as the last of her orgasm left her. She let herself settle before rocking forward on her hips. Her movement sent a wave of pleasure shooting through his crotch and he lifted his hips up the next time she rocked forward. She let out a gasp as he moved and she dropped down to plant a kiss on his cheek. She moved herself up and down his length, using her weight each time to drive him further into her. He felt himself surge forward and let a moan out in an attempt to keep himself from coming again. She clenched around him and he felt her grip the blanket beside her as she increased the rate at which she moved. He heard her groan and his breath came in gasps as she moved faster. He placed his hands on either side of her hips and began pushing his cock upwards as she moved down onto him. He moved one of his fingers so he was rubbing her nub as she fucked him and he felt her tighten further. He watched her throw her head back and let out a long moan, she bounced a few more times before she began to shudder, it was too much for him to watch, he felt himself jerk forward and moaned in time with her. At that moment, everything vanished, the only thing he could feel was her heat gripping his cock and the gathering shaking sensation spreading through his body. He felt himself about to explode so hastily withdrew his cock and released onto her stomach instead. He groaned as he felt his body tense and release repeatedly. She shuddered against him and sighed, flopping down next to him. Valentine gradually became aware of his surroundings again and he leaned over and kissed her, she returned the kiss and smiled in a daft manner. "Worth waiting for." she said. "Yes." he nodded agreeing with her fully. She nuzzled into his arm and he curled it around her shoulder. "We should get under the blanket, before we get too cold." he whispered. "I shouldn't stay." she replied "Just for a little while?" he asked. "I don't know when I will see you again after tonight." "All right. I can always sneak off early." He smiled at her and arose to blow out the lights. He watched her duck under the blankets before he did so and then rejoined her under the sheets. He let her snuggle into his arm again and embraced her as sleep gradually came for him. Last Night… Author's Note: This is my twenty-ninth story. It is a recounting via email to one of my closest friends about the first night of sexual pleasure 2 days shy of my one year anniversary of being celibate. Enjoy and please remember that all feedback is greatly appreciated! ************************************* Last night Alex came over. The whole point was so he could give me a massage and I agreed to a kiss beforehand. So he comes over, knocks on the door and I let him in, he asks for a hug so we hug. We chat about him getting lost for a minute then he tells me to lay down. He gives me a GREAT half hour massage and then I offer to give him one in return. He lies down and I begin massaging him. Once I slow down and ask if it felt good he turns to face me and says it did, and then moves in to kiss me. Within seconds we're kissing passionately and he's easing me onto my back. One of my legs is between his and he lowers himself against it so I can feel his cock getting hard inside his corduroy pants. I moan into his mouth and I begin moving my leg back and forth across his growing cock. We lay like that for a few minutes, kissing passionately and rubbing against one another. Then he moves away from me and stands up, I can see the obvious tent his hard cock has made in his pants. He grins as he loosens the belt on the pants and says, "Now look what you've done" I grin back and halfheartedly apologize as I watch him unzip his pants and work his hard cock out of his boxers. Seeing him standing there with his hard cock in his hand makes my mouth water and I get off the bed and stand next to him, kissing him as I lower my hand to his cock. It's hot and hard and I can feel a bead of precum already. I lower myself down and take his cock into my mouth and begin licking and sucking at it gently. After letting me suck his cock for a few minutes he puts his hands on my shoulders and eases me back onto the bed and begins kissing me again. His hand moves to my waist and then lower to my pussy as he begins rubbing me through my pants. I ease his hand away, trying to maintain control over my raging hormones, but to no avail. His hands move up to my breasts and I soon become undone. His mouth and hands are a blur and I find myself topless with his mouth suckling one of my tender nipples. I'm moaning as his hands move once more to stroke my pussy through my pants. I take a deep breath and push him off me so he's standing once more and I lower my mouth onto his cock again, teasing him with my tongue as I try to regain control of my senses. I stand up to kiss him again and his hands drop to my hips and as they start to drop lower I push him down onto the bed and kneel between his legs and begin deep-throating his hard cock, making him moan with pleasure. Every time I life my mouth from his cock for a breather he asks to touch my pussy, lick my pussy, just once. He promises it'll only be for a moment but I know I won't be able to let it be just for a moment so I resist. That is, I resist until his mouth is on my nipples again, sucking hard and making me moan in pleasure and I can't take it anymore. I devise a plan which I hope will satisfy both of us. I look him in the eye and say, "I won't take off all my clothes because if I do I know we'll have sex...and I can't have sex yet. Deal?" He readily agrees and I slip my black nightie on and take off my grey dress pants and purple lace panties. I push him down on the bed again and lay down on hi right. I smile and begin licking gently at his cock again as I bring a finger to his lips and tell him to suck it. I take his cock deep into my throat at I move the now wet finger down to my pussy and begin teasing my clit with it. Once the finger is sufficiently wet with my pussy juices I bring it to his lips and let him suck the juices off. When I bring my finger back down to my pussy he says he wants to watch me play with myself so I lay back on the bed and he kneels next to me absently stroking his hard cock while he watches me rub my clit. My eyes are rolled back in my head as I rub my clit faster when I feel his hand on my thigh, gently rubbing from my knee to my pussy and back again. I look up at him and he asks me to trust him and I moan my acceptance as he moves closer to my pussy. I spread myself wide and feel his tongue gently flick across my swollen pussy lips. I moan as he brings a finger to my pussy and dips it into the wetness without entering me. I then feel that finger move lower until it's pressing against my tight asshole and I moan eagerly, raising my hips, silently begging for his tongue on my clit. He teases me mercilessly, his finger toying with my ass and his tongue just millimeters away from my aching clit. I'm whining and whimpering, so aroused I can't even form coherent words, then he finally asks if he can lick me and I moan loudly and raise my hips to meet his mouth. His tongue on my clit is amazing, flicking quickly over me and then sucking my clit into his mouth, all the while he's finger fucking my ass and making me scream. In a haze of pleasure I cum three times before he lifts his mouth from my pussy and I pull him up to me. I kiss him deeply, tasting my tangy pussy juice on his lips, tongue and beard. Three intense orgasms down and my pussy is still aching for more and I begin pushing my pussy up against his throbbing cock as I kiss him passionately. He asks what I want and I suggest getting a condom. He says he has some of his own as well but asks if that's really what I want as he knows I'm only days away from one year without sex. I breathe slowly and let myself calm down as I think of an alternative option for us both to enjoy. Finally the solution comes to me and I suggest us getting ourselves off while the other watches and he readily agrees. I lay with my legs spread wide and he sits between my legs and watches as I begin to rub slow, lazy circles around my throbbing clit. His hand is on his cock and I begin to match the pace of my finger against my clit to that of his hand on his cock. When my eyes close for a second I feel his finger running against my wet cunt and watch as he raises it to his lips and sucks it clean. His finger soon returns and he eases it inside my tight pussy and begins to slowly finger fuck me while I rub my clit. I remind him that he should be playing with his cock but he seems to be having too much fun shoving his fingers deep inside my pussy to care much about his cock at the moment so I lay back and enjoy the sensations. Soon I'm cumming, screaming as he shoves his fingers deep inside my pussy. Then I'm cumming again, and again, and again, until I ease his hand from my cunt and raise it to my lips so I can lick off the pussy juice that's coated his hand. Once again he asks me what I want and this time I suggest he cum for me. I tell him how much I want to watch him cum all over me and that he can choose which part of me he'd like to cum on. His choice is my face and tits and I happily agree. I begin sucking his hard cock again, taking it deep in my mouth and massaging his balls. After a few minutes of oral pleasure he tells me to lay back on the bed with my head hanging over the edge. He stands beside the bed and I watch as he stokes his cock just centimeters from my face. He moans loudly as he shoots load after load of his hot cum all over my face and tits. I lay there reveling in the feeling of his cum cooling against my skin and suggest he grab my digital camera off the desk and take a couple pictures. Once he's taken a few pictures he heads into the bathroom to clean up and begin dressing. He notices I'm not rushing to wipe the cum from my body and I explain that I have a slight cum fetish and quite enjoy the feeling of cum drying on my skin and that since he manages not to get any in my hair I'll most likely let it dry as it and go to work with the cum still on my body in the morning. He growls low in his throat and kisses me deeply. We stand there, kissing passionately for a few minutes and when he pulls back he smiles and says he could just about go for round two. I suggest adding more cum to the load I've already received and he quickly strips down once more and I kneel to suck on his semi-hard cock. He mentions a choking/gagging fetish of his so I no longer hold back while sucking his cock, I take it as deep in my throat as I can and let myself gag on it, making him moan all the more. Soon he pulls my head from his cock and tells me to get in the same position as before and within minutes of him stroking his hard cock and me licking his balls he's cumming on my face and tits once more with a lot even hotter and bigger than the last! He takes a few more pictures before we say our goodnights and I lay down in bed and fall asleep as I feel the cum slowly drying on my warm skin. Last Night I am lying on the bed that Aaron and I had shared from the day we were married, and feeling the soft caress of his hands, his lips on mine. This will be our last night together for a couple of months, while he goes overseas on an assignment. I take his cock, stroking it to hardness. I lick it, enjoying the way he tastes. I massage the head, alternating it with tongue flicks. He teases me, softly kissing my lips, trailing to my breasts, and the hollow of my throat. My fingers glide in his hair, pulling his face to mine. The kisses are long and deep. I gasp as he nips my breast; nibbling the nipple. He turns his attention to my other nipple. They swell as he licks and sucks, stretching them gently to erectness. He trails his tongue down my stomach and circles my navel. His hand pushes my thighs apart, so that he can kiss my other lips. He flicks me gently, and I cry his name softly. He keeps kissing and licking, flickering his tongue across my sensitive clit. I am determined to hold out, wanting him to bury himself inside me before I come. I am moaning, as he teases me, denying me his cock. He nibbles my thighs, pushing my legs further apart. He reaches down beside the bed and picks up the blue silk cord that was lying beside the bed. As I lay there gasping, so close to an orgasm, he begins to tie me to the bed. He ties my wrists, making sure that the cord will not cut into my skin and restrict circulation. He slips the cord through the eyebolt in the headboard. He kisses his way down my arms and face, stroking my trembling body with the slightly long nails of his fingers. Each stroke brings me closer to an orgasm, but I know that I must not come before he thrusts into me. He trails his nails down my thighs, causing me to arch into his hand. He smiles as he strokes my nether lips and clit, and then goes on down my legs, the gentle scratching that causes me to moan louder. He slips the pillow under my hips, making me more accessible to him. He ties each ankle carefully to the footboard. He then nips and licks his way up my legs to the apex of my thighs. He licks my nether lips and sucks them until they are swollen and sensitive. I cry out as he licks my clit. He flicks it gently, and strokes it. I arch against him as I begin to come. The honey is running down my hips- I am begging him, sobbing, to please, please, please fuck me. He lifts my hips gently and sheaths his hard, full cock into my cunt. I moan as he pumps into me. I start to come, and grind into his cock as much as I can. He nips me, as he begins to tease me with his cock, sliding in and then pulling out almost completely. He lifts my hips and cups them, grinding me harder and harder onto his hard, slick, shaft. He pumps harder and faster. I gasp, breathing harder and faster with each stroke, crying to the gods with my pleasure. With a growl and a thrust that seems to shatter my world, he climaxes, biting me on my shoulder. With the scream that resembles that of a dying woman I come one final time and lay limply in my husband's arms. He unties me and we snuggle together, savoring the closeness that we will not have for several months. He tells me how much he will miss me while he is away. He is going to carry the memory of tonight with him, and try to be back as soon as his boss will let him come home. As a reporter, he is more likely to come home before the military action is over- he is just filling in for the anchor that is ill. As we drift off to sleep he murmurs" Remember how much I love you, Isa." I received the telegram this morning- the cold polite yellow paper telling me that I am now a widow. My husband is dead- a victim of friendly fire-or so the telegram informs me. As I crumple in grief, I realize that last night was just a dream, and I will never see my beloved Aaron again.