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Lights Off

By: Anesidora



He was working late one evening, trying desperately to finish everything before the holiday when the power went out and the lights went off. "Damn", he thought. He could still use his laptop, so he decided to stay and continue working. His office was dark except for the light coming from his computer screen. 

After some time working in the dark, the frustration and headache starting to set in, he decided it was time to call it a night. It was at that moment his door opened. In walked a woman, and although it was dark he was certain he didn't recognize her. She stood leaning in the doorway, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a white button down shirt, unbuttoned dangerously low and un-tucked, a pair of well-worn jeans, and oddly, he thought she was bare foot.

She said "Hi" in a wonderfully soft voice. She told him she was new with the company, working late and saw a glow from under his door and thought he might like some company for a while.

How could he refuse? He invited her in. 

He offered her a seat but she stood next to him instead, asking him about his work. She was standing very close to him, too close. She smelled of lavender, he breathed in her intoxicating scent. She was distracting but he was able to discuss his current project for a few minutes then sighed and pushed his chair away from the computer. 

She turned and faced him. He looked into her dark brown eyes, at her full lips; his eyes traveled down her body and he couldn't help but think how much he wanted her out of those jeans. 

She watched him looking at her; she smiled as if reading his thoughts. She stepped into his open legs, bent down, and softly kissed him on the lips. She touched his face, sliding her thumb across his lips. She kissed him again, harder this time, and then gently bit his lower lip.

She took a step back and slowly started to unbutton her shirt. When she finished her hands traveled back up, parting her shirt, exposing her belly and lacy black bra, her fingertips traced the edges of her bra then circled her nipples. 

Her olive skin looked smooth and soft. He wanted to touch her, to taste her. The erection in his pants was growing harder; he wouldn't be able to resist must longer. Her hands slowly traveled back down, she opened the button and zipper of her jeans exposing lacy black panties. 

He couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed the waist of her jeans and pulled her to him. 

Her hands were on his shoulders and his neck; her simple touches sent shivers through his body.

Still in his chair, his hands moved to her hips, down the soft denim covering her thighs, then up the back of her legs so he could caress her ass. His hands slid up and under her shirt, feeling the warm skin on her back. His thumbs felt the curve of her breast as his hands moved lower to wrap around her slender waist. He held her there and kissed her belly, his tongue tracing the waistband of her panties. 

He grabbed the belt loops of her jeans and slid them down, off her body. His fingers slowly moved back up the sides of her bare legs until they found her ass again. He gently squeezed and caressed her while his lips kissed her belly, his tongue dipping below the edge of lacy black material. 

She leaned into him, letting out a small sigh of pleasure. She wanted more; her pussy was already wet and throbbing. 

His hands moved back to her waist, then up along her stomach. He needed to get this shirt off her. He stood from his chair and let his hands continue to wander up her belly and in between her breasts, teasingly touching the soft curves. His hands moved to her shoulders opening her shirt more and then pushing it down until it dropped to the floor. She stood in front of him, wearing only her bra and panties. God, she was beautiful in every way. Her eyes were so dark, almost black; her long dark hair flowed over her shoulders and back. Her breasts were full, but smaller, fitting her slender body perfectly. Her waist and hips were both slim, yet curvy. 

For a moment, he thought she wasn't real. Then her hands moved to his body, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head. Her hands slowly touched his chest. She kissed his chest, moving closer to his nipple. Her lips kissed around his nipple, her tongue slowly teasing before she gently grabbed it with her teeth, pulling slightly, then she sucked on it hard, all while her thumb and finger gently squeezed and pinched his other. 

His hands moved up along her back, to the nape of her neck, he gently gripped her hair. Her long hair tickled his chest; her lips on his body were like heaven. He wanted to feel her lips on his hard cock. He felt as if he were about to explode. He needed more of this stranger, this new girl that came by for company in the dark, but was offering so much more. He needed to taste her now. 

He gripped her hair more firmly and pulled her lips to his. They kissed hard, filled with lust and desire, their arms firmly wrapped around each other. Their lips separated, both gasping for a breath. He grabbed her ass and lifted her and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. He wanted to fuck her hard but he also wanted to savor every moment of this, every moment of her. He got lost in her eyes; she smiled, her eyes so expressive, playful and filled with passion. 

He set her down on the desk and softly kissed her lips. Then she surprised him by biting back. This only furthered his arousal. He kissed along her neck until he reached the gentle curve where neck becomes shoulder. He nuzzled her for a moment, first kissing and nibbling, then sucking hard and then he gave her a passionate bite. 

Her hands dug into his shoulder and she moaned softly, pressing her body to his. His lips moved to her shoulder, his hand pushing her bra strap away; he kissed along the edge of her bra and on the curve of her breast. He could see her hard nipple through the sheer fabric. He blew gently on her nipple, saw the goose bumps on her breast, and heard the arousal in her breathing. His hands slipped to her back and unhooked the clasp; sliding it silently to the floor, exposing her to him in the darkness of his office.

His hands moved down along her arms then moved to her thighs. He gazed down at her body, her small breasts looked soft and her nipples looked hard with arousal. 

Her hands came up to his chest. She spent a moment touching his shoulders, neck, and chest. Her hands traveled down to his waist, she paused to unbutton his pants then her hands moved to his hips. She kissed his chest and flicked his nipple with her tongue. She let go of him and pushed herself further back on his desk, leaning back on her hands, inviting him to gaze upon the length of her body. She stretched out her leg to him, her foot on his chest pushing him slightly away, smiling. Her foot moved down his chest until she reached the waistband of his pants. She let her toes trail back and forth along the edge of his waist band, playing with the button. The gentle touch was oddly erotic. 

Slowly she slid her foot down until she was touching the length of his erection. The touch to his hard cock made him catch his breath. Her foot was beautiful and watching her rub his cock with it was almost enough to make him climax. He let her continue, closing his eyes briefly to concentrate. The soft skin of her big toe pressed expertly at the base of his engorged head and rubbed softly. 

Partly to delay his own climax, and partly to touch her, he grabbed her foot and brought it to his lips; she let out a playful laugh. He started kissing the top of her foot. Slowly his hands and lips moved to her ankle then her calf. She was ticklish and squirmed as he kissed her, soft giggles mixed with heavy breathing in the darkened office. 

He set her leg on the desk and he placed his hands on her knees, opening her legs wider. He leaned down and started to kiss the inside of her thigh. Slowly he kissed, pausing to taste her with his tongue and nibble lightly. 

His tongued moved upwards until it reached the edge of her panties, which barely covered her. His hands massaged the toned muscles of her leg while his tongue teased the ticklish skin of her thigh, and then moved, lightly licking her skin at the edge of her panties. She gasped, watching him, waiting for more. 

His tongue licked the length of her pussy through the thin material. Her panties were soaked and he could taste her sweetness. His tongue flicked her hard bud through the silk. She moaned softly. She lay back on his desk, pushing papers and pencils noisily to the floor. It was not the most comfortable position but she didn't care, she wanted to open herself to him. 

He softly kissed her pussy, flicking his tongue over her clit while his hands moved up along her outer thighs until his fingers hooked the waist of her panties. He slid her panties down her thighs slowly, past her knees. He ducked his head to allow her feet to come together, momentarily hiding herself. He held the damp silk in his hands then dropped them to the floor. Turning back to her, he held her bare feet in his hands and moved them apart once again.

Her sudden exposure caused her to gasp with excitement. He gazed at her now naked body. Her pussy was as beautiful as the rest of her. She had a small patch of neatly trimmed black hair but her lips were smooth, free of hair and glistening with her juices. He leaned down and licked the full, wet, length. He caught himself growling with pleasure. Her back arched, her hands touching his hair, his head. 

He pulled her to the edge of the desk and knelt in front of her. He spread her legs wider opening her beautiful pussy. His tongue gently flicked her clit. He began licking her, his tongue moving in slow, small circles around her clit, then larger circles, licking her entire pussy. His tongue dipped inside her, and then back to her clit. His hands moved to her center and he used his thumbs to open her even more, pulling back the folds and fully exposing her bud. 

His tongue focused on her sensitive bud, licking one side then moving to the other. She was wiggling with pleasure, her legs wrapped around him. Her hands moved to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between her thumb and finger, adding to her pleasure. He could have cum from just licking her and watching her touch herself. His tongue moved over her entire pussy again, lapping up her sweet juices. Then he focused small circles on the topmost sensitive part. He moved one finger to join his tongue. The sensation of his finger and tongue on her clit brought her to the edge. He moved his tongue faster still focusing on her clit, while one finger, then two, slid inside her wet pussy. 

He spread his fingers, moving slowly at first then increasing his speed. The more she wiggled, the more she moaned with pleasure, "That feels so good", she said, her voice heavy with lust, "I'm going to cum."

She didn't want this feeling of being at the edge to end but she couldn't hold on any longer. He felt her pussy clench around his fingers as the orgasm took over. Her entire body felt electrified, her pussy convulsed as the orgasm consumed her. Her legs tightened around him, her hands grabbing his hair pulling him in tighter. His tongue and fingers continued to fuck her, extending her orgasm for as long as he could, for as long as she could stand. Her body finally relaxed and settled back on to his desk, chest heaving, legs open, her heart pounding. He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. She tasted delicious. He gently licked pussy again and she moaned softly. He continued kissing her, moving to her belly, climbing up on this desk until he was on top of her so he could focus his lips on her breasts. His tongue swirled around her nipple then gently bit her. Her legs wrapped around his body, their lips came together in a deep and passionate kiss. 

Her pussy began to ache again with the arousal caused by his lips on her breasts. She pressed her body to his, her hands wandering over his back, moving to his ass. She squeezed him and kissed him harder, she wanted to taste him and fuck him, but right now, she needed get off the desk. She nibbled his ear with a giggle and then whispered, "Stand up, my back is killing me." 

He stood up then took her hand so she could stand up and stretch her body. He pulled her to him. Her naked body felt warm against his chest. His arms wrapped around her, massaging every part of her backside. He was about to pick her up again and move her to a more comfortable location but she wouldn't let him. Instead, she smiled a naughty little smile. She kissed his lips and his cheek then moved to his neck. She kissed his neck and then let her tongue trail down his neck until she reached his shoulder. She bit him hard. She liked to bite. Damn, how something could hurt so much and feel so good. He moaned in pleasure and pain. 

She felt him jump a little from the bite and this only seemed to excite her more. Her lips moved along his body, kissing his chest, sucking on his nipple. She moved lower on his chest, down to his stomach, and then she lowered herself to her knees. She looked up at him, her lips were parted and there was a hunger in her eyes. He put his hands in her tousled hair. He couldn't believe this beautiful, sexy creature was on her knees in front of him. 

Her hands moved up and down his legs, enjoying the feel of his fine wool trousers, she paused to grip his strong thighs and then continued, letting her hands brush up against his erection. Her eyes met his and she whispered "You're wearing too many clothes". She sat back on her legs, bringing her hands to his feet. She helped him step out of his shoes, tossing them to the side. 

She brought her lips to the skin of his stomach. She kissed slowly, sliding her tongue back and forth. Her hands moved to grip his ass, and then back along the waistline of his pants. Her fingers moved to the zipper while her lips followed. Her hands pressed lightly along his cock as she unzipped his pants, she slid his pants off his legs revealing his deep blue silk boxers. She removed his pants and socks, tossing them to the side. 

She let her hands wander over the soft silk of his boxers; she liked the feel on her hands and wanted to feel the sensuous fabric on her body. Her lips were so close to his skin he could feel her warm breath on his stomach. Her fingers hooked the waist of his boxers, then sliding them over his erection; she let out a soft moan at the sight of his hard cock. She helped him step out of his boxers, then let the soft silk drift over her legs, her pussy and her breasts before tossing them to the side, joining the pile of clothes already littering his office. Still sitting back on her legs, she enjoyed the view of his body then told him to sit in his chair. He complied immediately. 

She watched him hungrily. He sat at the edge of the chair, his body leaning back, his legs open, inviting her in. 

She crawled to him, her eyes never left his. She brought her hands to his legs letting her finger tips travel up his legs. Looking at him, she whispered, "I want to taste you". She brought her lips to the inside of his thigh, slowly kissing her way up his leg and bringing herself up on her knees. Her hands rested on his thighs and she paused to admire his hard cock. He looked delicious, his hair neatly trimmed, the tip glistening with pre-cum. 

His hands found their way back to her soft hair and he whispered, "You're beautiful". She looked up at him and smiled. She ran her fingertips up and down his hard shaft then brought her lips to him and kissed his beautiful hard cock, sighing with pleasure. His body shuddered at the initial contact. Her lips and tongue kissed and licked down his length, her tongue flicked at the base of his cock as she brought her hand up to cup his balls, gently massaging them while her other hand continued to touch his thigh and the backside of his leg. She moved her mouth to his balls, taking one in her mouth and sucking gently then moving to the other.

Her hand moved to the inside of his thigh, her finger gently stroking the very sensitive spot behind his sac. Her mouth released his balls, her tongue moved back to his cock, and in one slow motion, her tongue traveled up his length, stopping just below the head allowing her tongue to play with the sensitive spot that formed a V. She let her tongue taste the juices that were dripping down his shaft. She was in heaven, slowly licking and tasting him, his cock was so wet from her tongue and his juices.

He couldn't take his eyes off her. Watching her tongue and lips on his cock was mind shattering. He brushed her hair away from her face, partly so he could watch her lips on him but also just to be touching her. 

He felt her tongue sweep across the head, her tongue swirled around, flicking over his slit and playing with the V spot. Her finger and thumb circled base, her fingers pumping while her tongue kissed and licked the head. Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock and started to suck. She moved her head slowly up and down at first then side to side creating an almost circular sucking motion. The circle her fingers formed around his cock slid up to just below the head.

Her hand moved down off his shaft and cupped his balls again, gently massaging and pulling down on then just slightly. She lowered her head, taking more of his cock into her mouth, slowly sliding up and down his length. As her mouth moved down his length, she let the tip slide across the roof of her mouth and then sucked harder as she pulled up.

She slid her hand back to the base of his cock and gave him a squeeze, then used her hand as a guide, sliding his head back and forth over her slippery lips. 

She loved the way his cock felt on her lips and in her mouth. She was so excited, she needed to touch herself. Her hand moved from his thigh to her breast, she briefly pinched her nipple before moving down to her pussy. Her finger rubbed her clit and dipped into her wet cunt. She couldn't contain her pleasure and moaned softly. 

He felt her soft hum. He was at the edge and he wanted to be in her hot pussy but he was so close to exploding. He whispered "I'm going to cum soon, slide up here so I can feel your hot pussy."

Her eyes met his, her tongue played with the tip of his cock and she gave him a wicked grin. Her hand pumped his length but her lips paused just long enough to say, "I want to taste you; I want you to cum in my mouth." She brought her fingers from her pussy and reached up, offering her wetness to his mouth, he licked and sucked her fingers before she moved it back down, gripping his leg. 

Her lips moved back to sucking on his head, her tongue swirled around as she bobbed up and down and side to side. Her lips would dip just below the ridge of his cock then back up again. Her fingers formed a ring around his cock just below her lips, her mouth and fingers gripping and pumping his cock in one synchronized motion. 

She altered the depth on his cock, taking most of it in her mouth, her fingers pumping the base, then short quick thrusts riding just over the rim at the base of the head. 

Oh, fuck he wasn't going to last long. She knew he was close, his hands gripped her hair and he thrust his hips to her face. 

She took his length into her mouth. Her lips formed a tight circle around his cock while her fingers applied slight pressure. She quickened her pace matching the rhythm of his humping. 

Sucking him faster and harder while her hand squeezed and pumped his cock in time with her mouth, his moans told her everything she needed to know. 

"I'm going to cum", he whispered it a raspy voice, then she felt his hot cream in the back of her mouth, his body stiffened as the orgasm washed over his body, cum shooting deep into her throat. She swallowed every bit of his juice, keeping her lips tight around his cock, milking every ounce out of him. His hands gripped her hair roughly; he needed to hold on as the orgasm sent spasms throughout his body. 


Lights Off



His body finally relaxed and she slowly and gently released his cock from her mouth. She gently licked his softening shaft, caressing him with her tongue, savoring his juices. He watched her as she used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth. She looked as if she just was caught eating a messy ice cream cone. Even wiping cum from her face was pleasurable, which made it so sexy. 

Her hands caressed his thighs and she climbed up his body to straddle him. His arms wrapped around her, she kissed him tenderly, and he tasted his salty juices on her tongue. She curled up on his chest, resting her head on his shoulder, her hair cascading over his body. Even though her body was long, she was tiny and fit perfectly into the crook of his arm, her soft, warm body curled up on his chest and legs. She felt as comforting as a blanket. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. He could feel in her breath that she had fallen asleep. He kissed her forehead then nuzzled up to her and joined her. 

The lights came back on and both woke up with a start. The sight and feel of her body on him was all his dick needed to come to back to life. She felt him perk up and smiled. She slid off him to stretch her aching body. He did the same. They both groaned as they stretched the stiffness from their bodies. 

He couldn't help but look at her now that the lights were on. Her yoga workouts were clearly the reason for her well-toned body. Her hair was a mess but sexy. She saw him watching and noticed his erection. There was no way for him to hide it so he stood there and let her look. She smiled and slowly walked over to him. 

She was the epitome of sex. She placed her hands on his shoulders bringing her body close; she brushed up against his chest. The combination of her soft breasts and hard nipples on his skin was electrifying. She kissed him, pressing her body to his. She felt his erection growing harder. She bent her leg and slid it up his leg, then wrapped it around his thigh. His hands reached down and grabbed her ass, then lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him. He was lost in her eyes; she laughed softly and said "This feels familiar". He felt a strong need to consume her, to fuck her and mark her. She brought out something animalistic in him. He kissed her firmly on the lips, and then dragged his lips down her neck until he reached the curve of her neck that meets her shoulder. He kissed and licked her neck and shoulder as she purred. Then he bit her and sucked the bite mark hard leaving a purple mark on her shoulder. 

Her fingers dug into his shoulder, his roughness instantly arousing her, creating a sudden need in her pussy. 

He brought his lips to her ear and whispered "This time I'm going to fuck your pussy hard." 

He carried her a few steps and when he reached his desk, he released his grip, letting her slide down his body. He kissed her then turned her so her backside was pressed up against him. His hands slid up her arms and he brushed her hair to one side, exposing her neck. He kissed her neck as his fingered traveled down her throat, tracing a line between her breasts, and then circling to the outside edge giving her goose bumps and making her nipples even harder. His hands cupped her breasts and he squeezed and massaged them firmly as his fingers pinched her nipples. 

Her hands reached around and gripped his thighs, pulling her body into his. He was able to gaze down at her body as his hand continued to tease her nipple, letting the other wander down, following the curve of her waist. He gripped the strong muscles of her ass then slid his hand up and over her belly, finding a center line and following it lower, past the curve of her waist, and lower to the soft, well-trimmed and delicate hair of her pussy.

His finger slide over her clit passed her covering lips and dipped into her wet cunt. She let out a soft moan, and whispered "I need to feel you inside of me." He bent her over his desk, his hands guiding her forward, placing her hands wide for support. With a small nudge, she obeyed and her legs opened wide for him. His hands rubbed over her ass, feeling her strength, soaking in the curves, and spreading her cheeks to the bright light of is office. She whimpered with anticipation and gasped as he took his hard cock and slid it over the entrance to her pussy. She quivered at the touch. 

Using the engorged head of his cock to play with her, he teased her lips and clit. He slid the head of his cock inside her, and then pulled out, using his cock to circle her lips before dipping inside her again. 

He teased her pussy with a few quick shallow strokes. Then in one hard, fast stroke, he completely filled her. Her body jerked from the sudden penetration, he had to fight the urge to move, and kept his cock buried deep inside her for a moment so as not to explode, delaying the release, he so desperately wanted.

He reached his hands around to the front of her body. One hand moved to her breast, his thumb and finger playing with her nipple then gently pinching it while his other hand moved lower to rub her clit. 

He stayed deep inside her; slowly pumping her while, he stroked her body. Her orgasm hit quick, her body shook as she cried out in pleasure. He felt her pussy spasm, clenching around his cock. His hands wrapped tightly around her slender hips, forcing her to stay still, forcing her orgasm to center itself inside. He pinned her hips to the desk, controlling her and felt her body twitch and jump as he rode through her orgasm. He moved deliberately, savoring the feel of her hot wet pussy wrapped around his cock, prolonging his own climax as long as possible.

He felt her body relax but at the same time she lifted her hips and pressed her ass into his, she wanted to move, to fuck, and to feel him move inside her...

His hands touched her soft skin, following the curvy line of her side, brushing up against the side of her breast still pressed against the cold leather of his desk blotter. He pulled his length out of her, leaving only the head inside teasing her again with shallow thrusts.

"Are you ready for more", he asked. 

"Yes", she whispered. "I need to feel you deep inside me. I need you hard and fast inside of me", she said softly.

She barely finished her words when he slammed all of his length into her. She cried out in pleasure and pain. Her pussy was tight and wet from her first climax and he could feel her tighten around him as he slowly pulled his length out. He rewarded her by slamming himself back in.

He increased the speed of his strokes, pumping her hard and fast. He was so deep it hurt, but it was a pain so pleasurable that it was all she needed to bring on her second orgasm. 

Her pussy clenched tight around him. She pressed up with her arms, tossed her head back, and arched her spine as every muscle in her body joined in the climax. Watching his cock slide in and out of her, wet with her juices, then seeing and feeling her body in the throws of an orgasm was more than he could handle. His own orgasm slammed into him, his body went stiff as the feeling consumed him. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he continued to ravage her, riding out his orgasm, feeling himself spill in to her, feeling them cum together. 

His body relaxed and he slid his softening cock out of her. She sighed, pressing her body against his, protesting the exit. His arms wrapped around her as she stood. Locked in his embrace she wiggled around to face him. She whispered, "That was wonderful." She kissed him, her lips parted, their tongues entwined in a slow, deep kiss filled with desire even though they were both satiated. She broke away from their kiss, checked her watch, and said she needed to leave. A big report still had to be written and she had an early flight to catch. He kissed her cheek and told her he would help clean her up a bit before she dressed. He grabbed some tissue from his desk and bent down in front of her, wiping their juices from her leg then he softly dragged the tissue across her wet and dripping pussy. A small sigh of pleasure escaped her lips and she told him if he stayed down their any longer, she would never get out of here. He looked up at her and smiled, his hands reached around behind to caress and hold her ass while he kissed her belly. He stood up, took her face in his hands and gave her one last kiss. 

She found her clothes. He watched as she first slipped on her shirt, leaving it unbuttoned for him while she slid into her jeans. She watched him watching her as she buttoned a few buttons. "Are you forgetting something?" he said, pointing to her bra and panties. "You can keep those as a reminder", she said as she left his office. 

He sat back in his chair, completely relaxed, smiling as images flooded his mind. It suddenly dawned on him that he never learned her name. He would find it out somehow.

He was still smiling the following morning. Last night, he left his office in shambles and today it only served as a reminder of what happened. He straightened his desk and made sure to hide the little gift she left behind. 

His boss entered his office, carried on about the audit, and waved a report in his hand. He wasn't paying much attention with the exception of a polite nod. He decided to ask him about her. He tried to be casual and asked about the new girl in the office down the hall. His boss gave him an odd glance and then brightened with understanding. "She's not a new girl," he said, "She's our consultant. We just hired her to perform the company's quarterly performance audit." He then congratulated him, saying that she gave him a glowing review. He dropped the report on his desk and exited his office.

Sitting back in his chair, he opened the report and pulled out her business card, which was paper-clipped to the cover. He opened his desk drawer and tossed her card on top of the black bra and panties. He couldn't resist a smile as a single word ran through his mind.......'quarterly'.

His smile grew wider as he closed his eyes, lost in thought.

*

Thanks to DragonSlayer_OK for a final review before publishing.



Lights Out



He awoke suddenly. His bleary eyes focused on the red numbers on the clock that said 3:17am. Her tongue licked at the webbing between his first and middle fingers. Then she kissed and licked his palm. He smiled lazily and reached for her pale breasts that were resting on the edge of the bed as she knelt beside it. As he did so his hand caught the black mesh and gold that made up the top of her swimsuit. She giggled as she held his black silk boxers aloft and whispered to him "dress... I have an idea." Sleepily, he took the boxers from her. He slid them on and followed her out the door. As they walked quietly down the hall...he muttered, 

"yeahihadanideatoo, sleep, andtothinkilovedherforhermind- damnthatamindhasideas". 

She pulled him close and did everything short of making love to him right there in the elevator on the way down to the hotel pool. He began to think this idea might be worth his while. The elevator slowed to a stop at the first floor. The door slid open and they walked out. She grabbed his hand and headed toward the pool. Quietly, they walked down the hallway. When they arrived, the door of the pool was, of course, locked. He shrugged sleepily and turned to go, but she pulled her unused platinum card from the pocket of her lacy cover-up and slipped it between the door and jam. After the third try she grinned. "Success! I knew not to leave home without this!" 

He laughed. It was the first time she'd heard that delicious sound of his since she'd rudely awakened him but she knew he still wasn’t exactly game for this mid-night dip. She reached in, turned the timer switch for the lights and scurried to both exits, "chairing" the doors by placing a chair through the bars and across the doorframe, preventing unwelcome guests. They were completely alone. He watched curiously but did not respond to her gestures to get in the pool. 

She took two quick steps to the edge kicked one leg up behind her and joined it with the other and for a moment she was suspended in air before gravity took hold and pulled her into the pool. She broke the water coming back up almost immediately, taking light smooth strokes with her head out of the water, her long hair trailing across her back drifting in the water behind her. 

He was still grumpy as he walked to the pool’s edge and finally sat down at the steps with his feet resting on the top one. Realizing that it was warmer in the pool than in the air, he slid into the water, submerging his make-do trunks. His chest was still exposed to the air. His nipples hardened as he sat, chilled in the cool, humid room. So he slid down one more step to where he was barely above water. 

She moved to the middle of the pool, her body floating. She drew little seductive circles in the water with her hands. Then she looked at him (or so he thought, she was really checking the timer behind him) flashed him a huge smile and lifted one shapely leg high out of the water. She continued working her hands by her hips under the water to keep herself afloat as she brought the other leg up. It surprised him when she submerged her entire body- her corvette red toenails disappearing last.

The room went black as he heard the click of the timer at the door shut off. The last image in his mind was of her disappearing. He shook his head, smiling as he found himself in complete darkness. "Wise-ass," he thought. He drew a deep breath, waiting, and soon heard her breathing beside him. Quietly, she dove under the water. Then silence surrounded him except for the sounds of the water lapping at the edges of the pool. He could see nothing at all. Standing, he waded deeper into the water- nothing... until moments later, he heard her hand slap the coping on the other end of the pool, a tiny splash and then again- silence. He backed up carefully and sat on the steps again. He was beginning to chill in the water and was wondering what the hell she had planned. 

He felt her hands grab at his ankles just before he heard her body break the surface of the water coming up for air. As she inhaled softly she ran her hands up his legs to the underside of his thighs. Gently, she worked her fingers under the floating silk of his boxers, moved her hands over the tops of his thighs and found his soft yet growing cock. Softly, she rubbed the head with one hand as she massaged his balls with the other. Neither could see each other. 

Not even the slightest reflection on the water showed. Only the red Exit sign was visible at the end of the pool- its light dim. His visual sensory deprivation made the smell of the chlorine and her now fading fragrance greater. He thrilled at her touch, too and felt his cock grow as he sat. The nearness of her, her invisibility and the feeling of her hands on his cock and balls made him shiver, but not from the cold. Her touch was all he had as a means of finding her. Luckily, she wasn’t going anywhere. 

She submerged quietly in front of him and gently drew his shorts down around his legs. Then, she took the head of his cock into her mouth, moving slowly over it. She tenderly sucked the head. The warmth of her mouth in contrast to the water was so erotic he grew completely hard for her in an instant. He felt her smile around him, breaking the seal of her lips on his cock, allowing a bit of cool water to quickly envelope him. In response to the shock of the cold he flexed, making her smile yet again. He reacted by moving upwards, into her mouth, creating a cycle of warmth, coolness, warmth, coolness that hardened him even more. After about a minute she came up for air and she slid up between his thighs. Hungrily, her lips were on his nipples, and nibbling at them. He growled and then groaned at the ache he felt. She promptly submerged, her hands still fondling his balls, and she began to suck more deeply, heartily and quickly. 

His other senses were heightened by the absence of light and he could only focus on her mouth around him. He pressed down gently on her head, moving her up and down more swiftly. Again, she lifted her head from the water, gulping another breath of air. She dropped over him, never stopping her stroking. She engulfed him again and this time, he felt the swelling and contracting start. As he began to feel the swelling, the absence of light made him focus completely on the sensation. He pressed down on her head with desire filling her mouth completely. She realized she had to trust his desire would not keep her from coming up for air. He came quickly, sending his love into her mouth. She swallowed him as he convulsed and pushed in heaving volumes. She swallowed him and ran her hands along his ass squeezing him tightly giving him anchor to press in. He shook as he thrust his last and pulled her from under the water leaning back onto the steps she floated over him her legs drifting behind her. She laid her head on his still-heaving chest. 

After a few minutes, she began to tell him the story of one of her first climaxes, brought on by an inlet jet of a pool. The warm water flushed her clit as her body seized right in front of her swim coach. No one ever knew. 

He laughed that special, rare, unrestrained laugh of his. She loved his laugh and wanted him all over again. At this rate, there would be no sleep for the rest of the night. 

Finally, they rose, felt their way hand in hand to the door and flipped the timer light again. Brilliance filled the room and he kissed her gently. She spotted his shorts drifting toward the middle of the pool. His desire grew again as he watched her beautiful body dive into the water. She swam to the shorts, retrieved them and giggled. He wanted her again, growing harder by the second. Quickly, but quietly, they set the poolroom back in order and snuck out the door. This time, they might not make it all the way up the elevator.



Lights Out



I notice the cold, metal bars lock into place behind me and the guard mentions, 

"5 minutes until lights out." 

I turn around to look at the man on his bed, smiling at me. The very visage of him sent a shiver through my body. Then I got a flashback of lunch: All those men leering and breathing around me . . . His warm, strong hand around my . . . FUCK!! I slap myself to wake up. 

"That's how you like it, huh?" the man mentions as he notices my hard-on. 

I try to hide it but then I saw his and he notices me glancing at it so I quickly jump into my bunk. 

"Lights Out Ladies!" echoes through the cell as blackness fills the room. 

I'm so scared. I can hear him constantly toss and shift in his bed below. Oh god, He could come up any minute! The shifting slows to a stop as it grows quiet. I sigh with relief as I began to think about Melissa. I miss her so much. I remember what I promised her that night. When I made my last call before they took me, she kind of kept her promise. 

Thinking of what she said was making me hot. I slowly slide my left hand under my shirt and start caressing my chest. Pinching my awakened nipples, I feel tingles going up the back of my thighs; curling around my ass. I can just imagine Melissa's supple, pouty lips gently sucking and biting on them as her soft fingers were in place of the tingles, making me hard. 

"Mmmmmelissa," softly escapes my lips. 

I stop for a moment and check under my bed just to find the gentle murmur of snoring. I gently lay back down and slowly slide my trousers to my knees, letting my hard, 9 & ½ inch cock spring to my stomach. I lower my right hand down, letting my index finger slide up the underside of my hot, throbbing member; teasing myself. I rub my thumb around the head as I twist my nipple with my left hand. 

I take in a deep, shuddering breath as I slowly buck my dick in the air to the thought of Melissa's tight, wet virgin pussy enveloping my monster. I can almost hear her screaming and moaning from the extreme pain and pleasure I'm giving her while her beautiful C breasts bounce under her long, amber hair. My hand caresses up, down and twists as I gently buck. Suddenly, a small 

"Skreek!!" urks from my bed. 

I stop and try to hold my breath over my panting. 

. . Sounds like he's waking up! . . . 

. . . silence . . . 

. . . then the snoring continues. I pull my shirt and trousers completely off and go back to it. My left hand tries to mimic Melissa: stroking my hair, caressing my neck, my chest, moving down my stomach, massaging my quivering thighs and, UNGH! my balls as my right hand squeezes and tugs at my 10" prick. I close my eyes and begin jerking off fiercely. I want, so badly, to cum inside her. My arm is starting to ache as I repeatedly gasp and say her name, 

"Melissa, oh god Melissa." I'M SO CLOSE!!!! 

I open my eyes and there's a figure at the foot of my bed. I let go of myself and jump back, still huffing and heaving from Melissa. Then a gruff voice says, 

"All this for me? Let me help you finish." 

"N-N-NO! T-That's Okay!" I contradict as he grabs my ankles and pulls me towards him. 

I try to get a hold of something, Anything! He seems even more intimidating in the dark. I don't wanna die my first night. His hands brush down my chest, sliding down my body and squeezes my thighs. I start to hyperventilate. Then he slides his hands back up my legs, with his thumbs on the inside of my thighs, making me shudder. Suddenly, I feel something warm and slippery slide over my cock. Then something strong and slick brushes over the tip. O-Oh God. I want him to stop but this is so different. BUT I DON'T LIKE GUYS! I keep my mind on Melissa. 

"Mmmmmmm" he said as his lips slide down my shaft, engulfing me. 

The very vibration of his mouth is nothing I've ever felt before. The quivering of his warm, wet lips as they murmured over my member feels s-so . . . Ungh! He slides halfway down and came back up, wiggling his tongue on the underside of my dick. I dig my fingers into the sheets as butterflies build in my stomach. Then he starts to lick the head like a lollipop: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 then grabs my ass and pulls all of me into him!! 

I can feel his throat tightening around me. He bobs slowly and, as he adjusts, moves faster. I can feel his breath against my stomach! Nobody's ever surrounded me so completely. I stare in disbelief as he greedily eats me. He bobs hungrily as if siphoning for air. I don't know what came over me but I let my left hand down and gently brush my fingers through his hair. His nails dig into my ass as he lifts me into the air. 

"OH GOD YES, I'M THERE, I'M THERE, DON'T STOP!!!! UUNNNGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" 

He pulls his mouth off quickly as I spurted all over his chest and mine. But what I didn't realize is that he wasn't doing this for me, he was doing it for himself. I'm spent. My whole body is weak. He takes his clothes off and I see his dick, making me feel inadequate and afraid. It has to be at least 10-11-12 inches long and maybe 1-2 inches thick. He wipes up the cum from my chest and begins rubbing it on his dick. Then he picks up some more and cups it in his hand. He's flipping me over on my stomach, pinning my head to my pillow and starts fingering cum into my asshole. What is he doing!? 

I'm flailing around but can't get a hold of anything. Then he spreads the rest along the crack of my ass and starts fingering me again. I'm trying to wiggle around for it to stop but it's no use. He waits until I quiet down, then sticks another finger in, moving it around and looking at my face. Then another, carefully examining my face every time. UNGH! He's got his whole fist in me! What was this, some kind of sicko science experiment? Then I realize what he is doing. He slides his fist out and I feel something slowly press against my ass. He firmly grabs my hip and rams himself in. 

UNGH!!! HE'S FUCKING ME!!! 

He's not wasting any time. His heavy body keeps me from escaping him. Oh god I can feel him ripping through me. Tears are running down my face as I bury it into my pillow and scream. He isn't just fucking, he's masturbating with my ass. He just keeps moving faster and harder, making it burn! The grunting and growling is so loud I can't even hear myself scream. 

He leans over me and starts biting my shoulder; licking and sucking my neck. I think he's gonna pass out. Ungh, he's starting to slow down, jamming it into me, moving in circles and reaming my asshole with his cock. Ooh, I feel tingles. I know he's close. I start to moan and groan for him to cum. I push up against him, letting him fuck me a few more times. Shit, My dick is getting hard!

UNGH! OW! I'm so sore. Ungh, Ungh, Mmmmmm. Wait a minute! This DOESN'T feel good. I . . . ungh . . . DON'T . . . LIKE . . . UNGH! Mmmmmm. I HATE IT! Except when he moves to the . . . Mmmmmm. STOP IT, MARC! Oh God, I'm gonna cu-uh-uhhh! 

His legs are trembling. He's pulling me closer to him, grabbing my chest and licking my neck. He's gonna! Come on, man! Hurry up and . . .!Shuddering violently, he groans into my ear, filling me up. It feels so warm. He kisses and nibbles my neck as he falls asleep on top of me. That was close. I just gaze at the bars across the room while he snores atop with his soft meat still inside me. But I can't help but notice that my dick is still hard. What's happening to me? 

To be continued . . . 



Lights Out!



I open the front door with my key and reach to turn on the light. Damn! The power must be out! What a happy ending to an otherwise shitty day. Nobody even remembered that it was my birthday and now this! I throw my purse onto the couch which I can barely see by the glow of the streetlamp and feel my way down the hallway to my bedroom.

As I step into the room, I hear a rustling noise. I try to squint into the darkness to see what it is, but before I can even make out anything, a hand clamps over my mouth and rough hands push me down onto the bed. "Just shut up and do what I say, bitch, or you'll be sorry!" the gruff voice growls.

Too afraid too make any noise, I just nod. "Stupid", I think to myself. "He can't see you nodding." Just as I was thinking that thought, I feel those rough hands pulling at my blouse. When he can't get it over my head, he rips it off, sending buttons rattling off into the corners. I feel the fabric straining as it stretches across my breasts and it hurts as the buttons tear into my nipples. "Ow!" I say softly. "I said shut up, bitch!" says the voice just before a hand slaps me across the right cheek, sending me sprawling onto the bed.

I try to sit up, but the man pushes on my chest holding me to the bed. I can feel another pair of hands pulling at my pants, sliding them easily off my legs, leaving me only in a skimpy pair of white bikini panties. I start to struggle, but the hand holding me down is too strong and I feel another rough hand start to pinch my nipples. "Mmmmm, nice and hard!" growls the voice. "I think maybe she likes it rough." I hear a low chuckle coming from my lower half, presumably the second man. I do like it a little rough, but I wasn't about to tell them that.

I hear a zipper and I can feel a body kneeling on the bed above my head. I feel a hard cock pressed to my lips and I clamp my lips shut. "Open your mouth you little slut, or I'll make you open it!" says the voice above my head. I do not open my mouth and I shriek as my hair is pulled back, hard. As my mouth opens, the cock is shoved into my mouth and the hand holding my hair pulls harder, causing my head to tilt backward. The man fucking my face presses harder and I can feel his cock entering my throat. I start to gag and he just fucks harder.

The man pinching my nipples has now moved down to kneel between my legs. I can feel his rough hands spreading my legs, pressing them back and up. I can feel him grab onto my panties and roughly tear them from my body. I can feel the fabric biting into my thigh and start to squirm. He holds my legs firmly, my knees bent and laying against my chest, so that my pussy is wide open to him. I can feel him stick his nose into my pussy and inhale deeply. "Oh, yeah, so sweet. I'm going to enjoy eating this snatch before I fuck the shit out of it!" he growls menacingly. I try to kick him, but my legs are held fast.

The man fucking my face has started to speed up. I can hear him grunting deeply. All at once I feel a torrent of hot cum pouring down my throat. When I turn my head to try to get away, it spews across my cheek, leaving a slimy trail from my mouth to my ear.

The man kneeling at my feet has now stuck his tongue deeply in my pussy, reaming it out. I try to fight back, but the man above me has pinned my arms to the bed. I can feel my attacker's tongue deeply imbedded in my pussy and licking from top to bottom, wetting me from clit to asshole. As he passes my brown rosebud, he sticks the tip of his tongue in, making me gasp. "Ha, ha, ha, I knew you would like that!" he says between licks. "Just wait for the next course." He motions to the man above me and that man grabs my panties from the floor where they have been thrown. He then grabs my right wrist and right ankle and binds them tightly with the panties. I can then feel him get off the bed and rummage through my dresser drawers. He comes back to the bed and ties my left wrist and left ankle together with a pair of pantyhose he had found. I am now essentially hogtied, helpless to do anything.

The man eating my pussy has now sped up, and I find myself becoming very wet, to my shock and horror. I can feel his finger pressing into my asshole as he nips and sucks at my clit. My pussy juices are running down the crack of my ass, so his finger enters me with no difficulty. "You want some of this?" he says to his buddy. "Oh yeah, gimme some of that slut pussy!" says the face fucker.

I can then feel the first man release my legs as he stands up to get out of the way. The second man then kneels in front of my wide open pussy and shoves 3 fingers deeply into me. "Owwwww!" I say, screaming. "Shut up and take it, bitch, or you'll get more than you bargained for!" says the second man, slamming his fingers in and out of my cunt, stretching it farther than it's ever been stretched before.

As the second man is raping my pussy with his hand, the first man comes around to my head and says, "You better just open up, or I can't promise what will happen to you." I clamp my mouth shut and he slaps me, hard, across both cheeks. "I told you to open up you cum slut, now DO IT!" he growls, while pressing my cheeks together, forcing my mouth open.

As he roughly pinches my cheeks, I hear a zipper and feel him forcing his hot, hard cock, into my mouth. Again, my head is pulled back by the hair, bringing tears to my eyes. I can feel his huge cock sliding deep into my throat causing me to gag. He forcefully fucks my face while pulling on my hair, so I feel pain as well as humiliation as he slams harder and harder. I can feel his balls slapping against my forehead as he forces his monster cock down my throat.

Meanwhile, the man between my legs had stopped raping me with his hand and I can feel him nudging the entrance to my pussy with his cock. I can feel the large mushroom head opening the lips to my cunt and I can feel him slide that long dick into my tight pussy. As he hits bottom, he slowly pulls back out, until just the head is inside, then slams back in until he is deeply buried in my now dripping snatch.

The man at my head and the man at my pussy begin to double slam me. A prick in my mouth and one in my pussy, both slamming hard. One in while the other pulls out. Then the other in while the first withdraws.

I feel myself start to build up to an orgasm. "Oh my God," I think to myself. "Can I actually be enjoying this?" The thick, hard cocks buried deep inside my body tell me I can. All of a sudden the man at my face starts to jerk, his cock spurting load after load of hot cum down my throat. Again I try to move my head, but he is holding my hair fast. He pulls out a little and the jizz spews across my face, some landing on my nose, some arcing over my head and landing on my tits.

"OK," he says. "Time for a little double action fun." The man at my pussy pulls out sharply, causing me to release a little unconscious moan. The man at my pussy grabs me under the ass and the man at my head grabs me under the shoulders and they roughly flip me over, so I land face down, still hogtied, my arms and legs pinned under me. The man at my feet, rolls me over to one side and the man at my head lays down on the bed, face up, his head at the same end as mine. The second man then rolls me back over, adjusting my body, so that when I am finally lowered all the way down, my pussy lines up directly over the first man's cock. The second man then roughly presses on my back and I am straddling the first man, my pussy slammed down hard on his long, hard cock, my legs straddling his body.

The man at my feet then takes a finger, spreading my copious pussy juices from my pussy to my ass and rams 2 fingers deep into my asshole. "Ahhhhhhh," I scream. "Fuck that hurts!" He chuckles deeply and continues to rape my asshole. The first man is now bucking up and down under me, slamming his cock deep into my pussy. I realize with horror that my pussy is making an obscene squishing noise as it is now full of my juices and tight enough to only allow his cock enough room to fuck in and out, over and over, the extra juices squeezing out around his cock. 

The man at my feet adds a third finger to his stretching of my asshole. I can feel his fingers and the cock of the first man rubbing together through the thin membrane in my ass. When he feels that I am sufficiently stretched, he stands up and kneels on the edge of the bed, between the first man's knees. I can feel the large tip of his cock pressing against my asshole. "Nooooooo!" I cry. "Please don't, I can't take it!" He just grunts deeply and presses the head of his cock past the ring of my ass, pausing just inside to get used to the tight hole. A he feels my asshole opening wider, he slowly starts pushing his cock deeper into my now raw and burning asshole. As he hits bottom he says, "Ready partner?" The man in my pussy says, "You betcha, let's go!" As I feel the cock in my pussy start to pull out, the man in my ass says, "GO!"

I feel like I am being torn in two. First a cock buried deep into my pussy, slamming against my cervix, then that cock leaves, making me feel empty until.... The second cock buries itself deep in my ass, stretching my tight hole farther and farther apart. In and out the go, one then the other, raping my pussy and my ass for all they are worth.

Again I feel an orgasm building deep inside me. I try to fight it, but it is too strong and it washes over me causing me to groan deeply and cum heavily. The man in my pussy grunts loudly as he says, "Here it comes, she just came and she's squeezing the shit out of my cock!" I can feel him speed up and start to buck wildly as his cum starts shooting out of his cock, deep in my pussy.

As I came, my ass also tightened up and the cock in my ass starts to jump also, filling my ass with his hot cum. "Arrrrrgh", says the second man. "Oh, yeah, fuck me baby!"

I unconsciously start to rock back and forth onto both cocks, feeling them soften and slip out of their respective holes. I feel two pairs of hands gently untie the bonds that hold my hands and feet. The first man rolls me over onto my back as the lights come on.

I stare into the faces of my two best friends, my roommates, Bill and Mark, as they shout together, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!"

Well, I thought, this didn't turn out to be such a bad birthday after all.



Lights Out



It was winter, about 9PM, and I was in my living room watching football and eating ice cream when I heard the telltale sound of keys jingling and footsteps in the hall. I leaped to my feet as my heart rate spiked -- my sexy neighbor was home! I ran to my door to shove my eye into the peep hole.

Okay here's the deal: I am not a stalker, I swear, but I can't help but watch my neighbor whenever possible. He's utterly mouth-wateringly gorgeous. He has dark almost black hair and light blue eyes. I'm fairly sure that he's around 21 or 22, like me, and I also know he's a college student and is in a band. I know this because every now and then I get his mail from the university by mistake and have to slide it under his door, and on Friday nights or Sunday afternoons sometimes I can hear him singing or playing acoustic guitar in his apartment. And let me tell you -- it sounds awesome!

Oh, my neighbor is so sexy. He's 6'1 and slender but not skinny. More like solid and toned. His walk has swagger and I love the way his jeans fit his ass so right. His name is Colin, if you were wondering. Sexy name for a sexy guy.

He's a night owl, and he's always going out to smoke outside in the middle of the night. I don't approve of the smoking but I find it reckless and hot just the same. I like to peep out of my peephole and watch him coming and going sometimes, because I can't properly perv over him in person. When he's right in front of me I have to smile and say my chipper little "hi!" like a normal person who is just thinking about being friendly, not currently fantasizing about sitting on his face and coating it in my pussy juice. I can't gasp and drool and shake my head, bite my pinky and groan, wondering why he is so mind-bogglingly hot and whether that level of hotness should even be legal in the US and minor outlying islands.

Why don't I just talk to him or ask him out, you ask? Well, because he clearly has a "type." All the girls he dates are the same -- short diminutive large-breasted blonde groupie types with super long hair, annoying high pitched giggles, skin tight dresses, french manicures, monster heels and perfume that lingers in the hallway for hours, reeking of sugar and desperation. I am not that type of girl. I am really more the mellow type who is not exactly a tomboy but does enjoy some strange things for a girl, like the aforementioned football, plus comic books, sci-fi movies, and video games. I don't get all trussed up like a thanksgiving turkey every time I leave the house. Most of the time I am content to go around in jeans and t-shirts, but I do know how to dress up sexy for dates, thank you very much.

As for looks, I have thick curly super dark hair, full pouty lips, small but perky B-cup breasts, a flat toned tummy, long long legs (which figures since I'm 5'10), honey brown skin and a round firm and curvy ass. I know there are a lot of guys out there who deeply appreciate a girl like me, so that's why I don't exactly cry over my inability to turn my neighbor's head no matter what I wear, what lip gloss I apply, or how many times I sneakily bend over to tie my shoe when he is nearby. But still, I wished...

So there I was, peeping out into the hallway. I saw Colin at his door and he had a friend with him. This friend was not the usual groupie. It was a guy -- tall, dirty blond and very well built from what I could tell. They were both carrying boxes. Strange. Was he moving in? Dear God, the hottie has a hot new roommate! Not hard to believe, but damn, wasn't one enough? I had to get a better look. I decided to "do some laundry" so I scooped up my laundry basket, even though it only had a bare minimum of items in it. Then I headed out of my apartment, trying to look inconspicuous.

The door to 4J across the hall was open and boxes were lined up along the hall with some other smaller furniture items. He was definitely getting a new roommate! Just then a head poked out of the doorway, and I was met with jade green eyes.

"Hi," the guy said, in a deep smooth tone that made my panties instantly go wet.

"Uhh..." I breathed out. Finding no words as I stood there marveling at his handsome chiseled face, I raised my hand and waved - probably like a dork.

Blondie with the strong manly jaw and the lush kissable lips smiled then, revealing perfect white teeth and dimples in both cheeks.

Okay, things around here were just getting ri-goddamn-diculous! Dimples, too?!

"Hey, Kendall, help me move this!" Colin called from inside.

Kendall glanced behind himself then back at me. "See ya," he said, and winked at me before disappearing inside.

I let out a squeak and practically floated to the elevator on a fluffy cloud of love, pushing the button for the basement. Kendall. What a dreamy guy.

All while I stuffed my laundry into the washer I kept asking myself how this could happen. The two of them living in the same apartment? It was sexiness overload! I wondered if they'd walk around in their boxers? Or with their shirts off? I wondered what it would be like if I lived there with them. I had all sorts of perverted Three's Company fantasies as I drifted back to my apartment in a lustful daze. I imagined myself sitting between them on the sofa as we watched movies. And then I started to feel them up. I imagined them waking up in the morning and coming into the kitchen to find me cooking breakfast. And then they started to feel me up. Every scenario I came up with led to intimate fondling and then dirty dirty sex.

I noted that I was feeling really horny at the moment. I supposed it had been awhile since I'd been satisfied. Maybe I should just go out and get laid? I wondered, as I went into my apartment and locked the door. Yeah, I could get all sexified and go to the bar next door for a beer and to scope for some talent. Orrrr...I could always just save myself the trouble and try out that new vibrator I picked up last weekend? The lazy route won out in the end, mostly because it was super cold and snowy outside. Also, I knew there would be no guys at the bar as hot as Colin and Kendall. There would probably just be desperate drunk guys who'd annoy me and follow me around all night slurring such gems as "how tall are YOU, sexy?!" and "I like tall womens!" Ugh.

Going into the top of my closet I took out the 8-inch realistic flesh-colored cock I'd purchased for a pretty penny at the adult store right down the street. I ran my fingers along the soft fibers. Not exactly like the real thing but close enough to send me into orbit for five minutes at least.

Feeling the excitement that the prospect of an orgasm always instilled in me, my pussy moistened and twinged as I stripped off my clothes and tossed myself on my bed. There was no way I'd get that monster into my tight pussy without lube, so I grabbed some from my top drawer. Then I stretched across my bed, spread my legs and began to rub my clit. I sighed and licked my lips as I circled my clit with my finger, tapping on it lightly as I thought of the guys next door. In my fantasy I was kneeling between them both sucking their cocks one at a time. And then trying to fit both their cocks into my mouth at the same time.

When I was so horny I was literally squirming on the bed, I grabbed the toy, applied some lube and began to slide and thrust it inch by inch into my hungry cunt. Oh God it felt fantastic. The toy was stretching my pussy and rubbing against all my sensitive spots as I fucked myself with it. I turned on the vibrate function and my pussy began to tingle madly. I stifled a scream as I orgasmed hard and fast, bucking my hips as the sensation tore through me unbridled. I sighed, catching my breath and sliding the toy out of me. I was satisfied, but in a way I wasn't. I wanted more. I wanted something else. It was always like this with me and toys. They were great, but the whole thing was just over too soon. And one orgasm only made me want another. And another.

I had to face it, I was insatiable.

What I needed was a lover. A skilled, hung lover with stamina who could pound me again and again until I couldn't stand it anymore. That worried me just a bit, though, considering my current lack of a boyfriend.

'Well, I could always just masturbate again,' I thought, considering my toy. Then I realized if I was going to do that I should really go put my clothes in the dryer first. That way I wouldn't be tying up a washer so the other residents couldn't use it.

I didn't want to put on a bunch of clothes when I was only going to take them off anyways, so I threw on a pink knit dress and some ballerina flats that just easily slipped on. Then I hurried downstairs. I took the elevator down to the basement, trying to ignore the fact that my pussy felt oddly hot and creamy after my little session, and it just didn't seem right to be going around outside my apartment like that. It didn't matter, though, I'd be back upstairs in a flash.

I headed down the hall past the maintenance room, boiler room, and that unmarked room that I always wondered about and slightly feared, thanks to my overactive imagination. But seriously...what was in there? I knew it was likely just a general purpose office for the maintenance man or something, but my mind conjured up all sorts of possibilities. I mean, what if I went in there looking for the maintenance guy one day and there were zombies in there or something? Or rows and rows of creepy evil mannequin people with eerie glowing eyes?! That would be horrifying!

Reminding myself that zombies aren't real (but wouldn't it be cool if they were?) I headed into the laundry room and opened the washer, reaching in to grab my clothes. That was when all the lights went off and the machines powered off with a dying mechanical whine, leaving me in a dark and silent expanse of black nothingness.

'Oh fuck!' I thought, my heart starting to race. It was pitch black in there and I wasn't sure how to get out. Even if I did get out, how would I find my way to the stairs, since the elevator was no doubt off, too?

'Now would be a good time for the creepy mannequin people to come marching out of that unmarked room and KILL ME!' I thought, panicking. 'They probably engineered this all along! They've just been waiting, I know it!'

I had to grab a hold of myself and remind myself that this was just a power outage, not attack of the creepy imaginary mannequin people. Still, I had never enjoyed the dark and I wasn't enjoying it now, that was for sure. We lived in a fairly large building so our laundry room was big. Now all of that space was shrouded in darkness, all I could make out was shapes of dark things looming in even more shadowy darkness. I started to hurry toward where I thought the door must be and I bumped into a table.

"Ow!" I yelped as it banged into my hip painfully.

I kept going. I bumped into a machine, stubbing my toe.

Goddammit! Curse being directionally-challenged!

The door was here somewhere, I just had to find it! I kept trying, slowly, walking around any obstacles I met. I forced myself not to run and panic, even though I had probably never been this afraid in my life. Being stuck down there in the basement in the dark alone was horrific for me. I could practically feel the darkness weighing upon me, threateningly, raising the hairs on the back of my neck. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was making its way up and into my throat. Still, I managed to make it out of the laundry room and into the hall, but now I had to get to the stairway. I walked along slowly, feeling my way along with a shaky hand, coming upon door after door. I heard a muffled swishing noise behind me and I froze.

What was that?

When I didn't hear anything for a moment I kept going. Then I heard another noise nearby. A grinding clicking sound. I froze. What was that? Muffled swishing noise again. Wasn't it getting closer?

Okay I can't do this. I can't. Oh dear sweet baby Jesus! If you can deliver me from this dark and fiendish hell, I swear I will be good from now on! I won't come out of my apartment without underwear, I won't spy on my gorgeous neighbors, and I won't secretly make fun in my mind of that one chick at work with the giant hairy mole right under her eye! I mean it's right by her eye -- every time I look at her it makes my eyes water! Um, I mean, I won't do it anymore, Lord! You put that mole on her face for a reason! I'll respect that! Just come get me out of here!

"Tracy?" a male voice called, not far away.

'Lord, is that you?!' I thought for a second in wonderment, then I mentally smacked myself. Of course not, it must be one of my neighbors.

I saw a light shine through the darkness and heard footsteps approaching. "Tracy are you down here?" he asked. That was when I realized that it was Colin. I would know that voice anywhere -- rich and sweet like the most sinful chocolate cake. Which is probably why he was such a good singer. He was coming down the stairs with a flashlight. Bless his heart! And his ass, because seriously, it was nice. Just take my word for it.

But...I didn't know he even noticed I existed half the time! So how did he know I was down here? And I'd never exactly told him my name. Then again, he does get my mail sometimes just like I get his. I guessed he must have remembered it. Nice.

"Um, yeah, I'm here," I said, shakily.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" he asked, walking up to me and taking me by the arm.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I nodded. "I was just a little lost down here when the lights went out..."

"That must have been so scary," he said, the light from his flashlight illuminating his face so that I saw concern clearly written upon it.

Then he did something I was not expecting. He hugged me. It was brief but when he let go I stood there in frozen shock.

He...hugged...me.

He...cares...what happens to me...

Amazing.

"When the lights went out Kendall said he saw you doing laundry and we hoped you weren't still down here lost by yourself in the dark," he said. "I'm just glad I found you."

"Thanks for coming to look for me," I said, quietly.

"No problem," he said. "Neighbors have to stick together right?"

I'd like to stick a few of our body parts together, that is for sure.

"Um yeah, absolutely," I said.

"C'mon, let's go upstairs."

He started walking me toward the steps and I felt totally safe with him by my side. Oh, he was my hero. I fleetingly wondered how he would fare against an army of evil mannequins. He'd probably destroy them all with a massive roundhouse kick because he is just that awesome and manly. Heh heh heh!

"What?" he asked.

"What what?" I asked, confused.

"You were giggling," he said.

"Oh sorry, I was just thinking about something funny," I said. "It's nothing."

"Well, I'm glad you're not letting this power outage get you down. Most of our neighbors are on the first floor walking around grumbling and complaining."

"Yeah, I can see why. Power outages are very inconvenient," I said, as we started up the stairs.

"I hope this one doesn't last long. I don't even have candles."

"Oh, I do! I have a crapload of them, because I collect them and people give them to me. I just don't light them because they're not allowed in the building. Which is probably why you don't have any. But I'm sure that in a power outage they'd make an exception? Anyways, you can have as many of mine as you want," I rambled, totally not thinking. That is, until I missed a step and almost fell flat on my face. I ended up sprawled on the stairs on my hands and knees. At least I didn't hurt myself badly, but I banged my knee and it hurt like a bitch. "Owww..."

"Oh my God! Tracy!" he said, trying to grab me and pull me up. When he put his arm around my torso his hand landed right onto my braless boob. He squeezed it just a bit probably trying to figure out if that was really what he thought it was, then he immediately pulled his hand back.

"Oh shit, sorry!" he yelped, grabbing me lower around my waist and helping me to my feet. "I didn't mean to -- um....um...Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, and limped up a few more steps with him.

"Are you sure you didn't hurt yourself?" he asked. "You're limping."

"No, no, I just banged my knee that's all."

"Let me look at it," he said.

"No, it's okay - "I tried to protest, but he was having none of it.

"Here, just sit for a minute," he said, guiding me to sit down. He crouched before me on the steps, shining the flashlight on my knee, inspecting it.

"How's it look?" I asked.

"A little scratched up, but you're not bleeding. You should be okay," he said.

God, he is so sweet...

Having him so near my pussy was sending my imagination into overdrive. All I could think about was him eating me out on the stairs right here, right now.

He raised his eyes to mine and I don't know if he could tell what I was thinking or not but his eyes softened and our gaze locked. Heat consumed me and I lost all sense of rationality. All I wanted was to kiss him.

"Thanks doc," I said, sultrily, eying him hungrily.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked, running his hand a bit up my thigh.

Oh my God, is he flirting with me?

"Yeah," I breathed out.

He leaned down and gently kissed my knee. Yep, he is definitely flirting with me! The warm contact of his soft lips made my pussy clench, wishing for the same attention my knee was getting.

"Better?" he whispered.

"Mm, yes. But I think I hurt myself here, too," I said, moving his hand from my leg and placing it on my collarbone.

"Oh, then I should probably check that out," he said, looking at me for permission.

I nodded slowly, biting my bottom lip. I was incredibly excited at the prospect of having him closer to me.

He moved up so that he was leaning over me, and he ran his fingers across my collarbone. A shudder of pleasure went through me.

"Let me make that all better," he said and dipped his head down to kiss my skin.

I sighed. God, he was turning me on. He smelled fantastic, too. I slid my hand into his hair, playing with the dark locks like I'd always wanted as he kissed his way up my neck. I couldn't believe this was happening but it was so hot and I was so turned on I wasn't questioning it, I was just enjoying.

When his tongue trailed up my neck my pussy released a gush of cream. He sucked my skin into his mouth and I moaned. I took his hand and put it between my legs. I don't know if I shocked him or not with my bold move or my lack of undies but I felt him gasp against my neck and smile. He immediately started to pet me, sliding his finger up and down between my folds, his finger brushing over my clit repeatedly, making it swell and throb.

"Damn, girl, you are wet," he murmured.

"I was playing with one of my toys before I came down here. I used a lot of lube," I said, then immediately regretted it. I shouldn't have said that. Man, he must think I am a horny slut!

"Oh, you like toys, huh?" he asked, smirking as he slid a finger into my pussy. God, it felt good. Especially when he started to slide it in and out.

"Mmm! Not as much as I like your finger," I said.

"Really? Does that feel good? Should I put another finger in your hot little pussy?"

Speechless, I nodded eagerly.

A second long digit slid into my cunt and the pleasure intensified. Strong delicious tingles spread through my pussy.

"Oh God," I sighed. "That is good."

Colin captured my lips in a kiss, sucking and nibbling on my plump lips before sliding his tongue into my mouth. He explored my mouth with his tongue while his fingers probed my pussy, pumping in and out of me, deep and insistent. I started to moan and ride his hand, kissing him back deeply, letting my tongue caress and swirl around his.

My orgasm was swiftly approaching and when he began to curl his fingers a bit inside me, the pads of his fingers pushing into my g-spot, I released a gush of fluid and started to cum, gasping and shaking. My pussy squeezed his fingers again and again and he kept pumping them in and out of me while I twitched and writhed and moaned.




Lights Out



When I finally came down and my pussy's ripples died down to a minor twitch here and there he slid his fingers out of me and licked them clean while I watched, riveted.

"God that's hot," I said.

"Why did we never do this before?" he asked.

"I didn't think you'd be into me," I panted.

"I didn't think you'd be into me," he said.

We both giggled at our own stupidity.

"Well, trust me, I'm into you. So why don't we go up to my place so you can be into me, literally?" I suggested.

I wasn't normally so forward but I was hornier for him than ever now.

"Sounds good," he said, with a smile.

We got up and headed upstairs to the fourth floor, chatting along the way.

"So...um, what's up with your new roommate?" I asked.

"Oh, Kendall's from Wisconsin like me. He just got chosen to be a bassist for this really awesome band here in Chicago, so I'm letting him move in with me until he gets his own place."

"That's nice of you," I said. "It won't cramp your style having to share your space?"

"Nah. We've been friends a long time. We share really well," he said.

I wished they would share me really well, but I knew that wasn't likely. If I could actually just get Colin inside me for once I would be happy. I wouldn't be greedy.

"Why'd you ask? You like him?" he teased, nudging me in the side.

"No, I don't like him," I said, pushing my hair behind my ear as I lied my ass off. "He just seems nice that's all."

"Huh. Yeah, nice," he said, obviously not believing me. "It's okay, you know. He kinda has that effect on women."

I just smiled, not bothering to deny it if he wasn't upset about it.

We made it to the fourth floor landing and to my apartment. We went in and I lit a few candles so we could see.

"Nice place," he said, looking around. "The layout is just like mine."

"How interesting, take off your clothes!" I said with an eager grin.

Colin laughed goodnaturedly. "Oh really, it's like that? Okay, far be it from me to keep a hot girl waiting," he said.

He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the sofa. I marveled at his torso while he unfastened his belt and slid it out of the loops. His pecs were hard and well-defined. His washboard stomach showed a tempting six-pack. His biceps were firm and bulged alluringly. My pussy was on fire from the sight of him. He was even more beautiful than I'd imagined.

As I watched him unbutton his fly I went up to him, running my hands over the smooth warm skin of his chest and abs. He put his hands on my ass, squeezing it and pulling me closer to him against his erection as he captured my mouth in a scorching kiss. I melted into him, reveling in the kiss and the way his tongue was fucking my mouth. I couldn't wait to touch his cock. I took over the job of taking off his jeans, reaching between us to unzip them and push them down.

He had on gray boxer briefs and there was a gorgeous indentation of a hard fat cock outlined in the front of them. I sighed and sank to my knees, rubbing it first with my hands, then my face. He slid his hand into my hair, watching intently as I rubbed my face and lips on his cotton-covered crotch.

"I can't wait to get this in my mouth," I said.

Colin moaned as my lips traveled over the sensitive head of his tool. "I can't wait, either," he said.

He stepped out of the jeans pooled at his feet and I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his shorts, ready to pull them down, when there was a knock at the door. Both of us sort of froze, and I was asking myself if I really had to answer it? It was probably building management checking on us or something. Maybe if we ignored it they would go away?

They knocked again.

"Tracy? Are you in there? It's Kendall from across the hall."

Colin and I giggled. I got up from my knees and went to the door, opening it.

Once again I was smacked in the face by the astounding attractiveness that is Kendall. His hair fell across his dark brow and his eyes glimmered at me alluringly. And those lips...

"Hi," I said with a smile.

"Hey, you okay over here?" he asked.

"Just fine, thanks," I said.

"Good. Have you seen Colin? He went looking for you but he hasn't come back."

I felt bad then. We were so horny we forgot about telling Kendall we were okay. I pushed the door open more and revealed Colin standing there in his boxers with a massive hard-on.

Colin tilted his head up in greeting to his friend. "'Sup," he said, with a lopsided grin.

Kendall let out a laugh as he took in the situation. "Okay, I see," he said. "Just so you know, Tracy, I was going to come rescue you from the dark basement first, but Colin here tripped me and ran out of the front door crying 'I'll save you, sweet chocolate maiden!'"

I started laughing so hard I about doubled over. "Oh God, really?"

"Really," he said, with a nod.

"What? C'mon, she was my neighbor first," Colin asserted, crossing his arms over his chest.

I just kept laughing. I couldn't believe I was ever intimidated to talk to these guys. They were so funny and nice.

"Well, thanks for thinking of me," I said, and raised up on my toes to kiss Kendall's cheek, because much like Colin, he was actually taller than me.

Kendall grinned at me and then his eyes dropped to my chest, most likely noticing how my nipples were standing out in that dress. Him staring at them just made them harder and I started to imagine what his lips would feel like on them.

"Tracy, do you mind having an extra playmate tonight?" Colin asked. "Since Kendall obviously doesn't want to leave and you seem to really enjoy staring at him?"

Damn, busted! But the lighthearted tone of his voice told me that the question was real and he was down with it.

"No, it's cool, I don't wanna make things weird," Kendall said, about to leave. "I'll just let you guys get back to...stuff."

My hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. "No, stay," I said. "It's not weird! If you guys don't mind, I don't mind."

I shrugged and beamed at him.

"Well, I don't mind," Kendall said, looking to Colin to see if he was sure.

"Dude, if I minded I wouldn't have brought it up," Colin said.

"Cool," Kendall said and came inside with a grin.

I shut the door and laughed fiendishly in my head. I had them both now! Yes!

Oh God, what do I do now?

I'd never had a threesome before! I didn't want to pay too much attention to one and not the other. But I had left Colin hanging and it was time to fix that. I went back over to him, grabbing his cock and fondling it with my left hand. Then I turned to Kendall and started to undo his fly with my right. He pulled off his shirt while I let go of Colin's cock and used both hands to pull down his jeans. Light blue boxers. Nice. I went back to Colin who was pulling down his shorts for me. A gorgeous humpable looking cock sprang free, so hard and thick with a tasty-looking bubblegum pink head.

I moaned lustfully and popped it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head. Kendall pulled down his shorts and wrapped my hand around his cock. It felt fat smooth and warm in my hand and I slid my hand up and down it while I sucked on his friend. With my mouth full I looked over at Kendall's cock to see that it was every bit as long as it felt. An inch or two longer than Colin's, though not as thick. They were both two beautiful specimens of manhood, these cocks, and I couldn't believe I was going to get to fuck and suck them both.

Colin tasted good and my pussy was dripping as I bobbed my mouth up and down his cock, licking all the way up it before taking it back deep into my mouth. He was watching me and letting out these little sighs of pleasure as I worked him over. I then switched to using my hand on him and turned to Kendall, taking his cock into my mouth.

"Mmmm," I sighed in heaven as I sucked as much as I could of his long prick. It was so hard I could feel it pulsing on my tongue. I could taste the precum seeping out of the head as my tongue lapped around the crown.

I used my right hand to stroke his shaft while I slid my mouth up and down. Then I let my hand wander down to fondle his balls. When he started panting and pumping his hips, fucking my face, I knew I was doing a good job. I let my hand take over and returned my mouth to Colin's cock engulfing it almost entirely in my cock-induced state of wanton lust.

I would have sucked them off forever but I think they were getting too horny because Colin pulled me up to my feet and pulled my dress off. Four big hands were suddenly on me, running over me and into my erogenous zones. Fingers rubbed my clit and pinched my nipples. Hands caressed my tits, thighs, and ass. Kendall's lips descended on my back and shoulders kissing and sucking while Colin's mouth claimed mine, tongue plunging deep inside. I had never imagined I could feel so good. My hands were everywhere, too, and everywhere they went there was something to enjoy -- a hard chest, a thick cock, a tight behind.

They were telling me how sexy I was and how soft my skin was, telling me how much they wanted to fuck me. My mind was entirely blown as I found myself the object of their desire. They started to walk me over to the couch, laying me on it. Colin spread my legs and positioned himself between them and began to lick and lap at my pussy. I groaned and my back arched. Oh yes, this was what I wanted from the moment I first saw him in the alcove, wearing his skinny jeans, black leather jacket and that blue plaid scarf, just checking his mail and never suspecting I wanted his tongue wriggling up my steaming cunt just like it was at the moment.

"Oh God," I moaned, as all sense of time and logic escaped me in the face of this intense pleasure he was giving me.

I felt hands on my tits, and looked up to see Kendall sitting by head on the sofa. His cock was close to my mouth and I urged him closer so he could slip it in and I could suck it while he played with my tits and pinched and pulled at my nipples. Waves of pleasure were crashing over me and Colin's tongue was flicking at my clit. I plunged my mouth further down on Kendall's cock feeling the head hitting the back of my throat on every stroke. Each pass of Colin's tongue over my clit was sending me further and further into ecstasy. I felt Kendall's cock start to twitch in my mouth and I knew he was close.

"I'm gonna cum," he warned me, but I just kept sucking away.

Soon I felt a big rush of warm cum fill my mouth and that was enough to send me over the edge. I came on Colin's tongue as I gulped down several mouthfuls of Kendall's hot creamy cum. I couldn't remember the last time I came that hard or that long. It was magnificent. And now I wanted a nice hard cock to fuck me deep. It seemed that Colin was up to that task because he promptly mounted me and began to rub his cock against my pussy. It felt so good as the head of his cock brushed my clit and slid against my opening.

"Put it in," I breathed.

He slowly pushed it into me, feeding my quivering pussy every inch of his fat cock. It felt incredible as it sank deep inside me stretching me open and making me feel so delightfully full. I began to hump my hips up against him as he thrust into my pussy, his cock rubbing deliciously against my tender walls.

"Fuck, you are so tight," he moaned. "So hot."

I couldn't believe I was finally fucking him. He looked so sexy looming over me with those sparkling blue eyes and those sexy pink lips. He fucked me harder, earning a loud moan of encouragement from me. I grabbed his ass with one hand and with the other I beckoned Kendall to me. I hadn't had a chance to really kiss those lips yet. Kendall knelt by the couch and we kissed as Colin fucked my pussy. I fully explored his hot mouth while I was full of his friends' cock. He reached down and started to stroke himself while we kissed and I knew that his cock would be hard again soon, if it wasn't already. And I could think of just where to put it...

My pussy tightened around Colin's cock more and more as I got closer and closer to orgasm. He reached between us and rubbed my clit as he slid in and out of me again and again. My clit was throbbing and sending jolts of pleasure through my body and each thrust was sending the head of Colin's cock banging against my g-spot. My toes curled as an intense wave of heat shot through me and my body tensed up, a familiar warm tingle starting deep in my belly.

"Oh God, Colin, I'm gonna cum," I cried. "I'm gonna cum on your cock!"

"Oh yeah, cum for me baby," he breathed, pumping faster. "Cum all over my cock then suck it off for me."

"Yes! Oh God, oh YES! AAHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed as came and my pussy began to squeeze and tighten again and again as muscles contracted and hot girl-cum oozed out of my pussy and ran down my ass and onto the couch. "Oh fuccckkkkk...."

My pussy was gripping at Colin's cock like a vise as my orgasm went on and on, reducing me to a whimpering, panting and twitching wreck beneath him. He gave me a few more quick thrusts and then pulled out, spurting his cum all over my tits and stomach. It stood out so white and pearly against my smooth brown skin and I rubbed it in, sighing happily as I rubbed it around on my nipples and then scooped up more on my finger and put my cum-soaked finger in my mouth to suck it off.

"You are incredible," Colin told me. I just smirked at him happily.

"Okay Tracy, hope you're not losing steam because it's time for you to ride this," Kendall said, pointing to his cock. I sat up and saw the massive boner he had for me and I felt suddenly energized. I wanted to cum on that, badly.

"I'm never too tired for you, Kendall," I said.

"Good, then come sit on my lap," he said, as Colin moved out of the way and he took a seat on the sofa.

I straddled him and kissed him, rubbing my tits against his chest before guiding my pussy to his cock and sitting down on it. We both sighed as his cock hit bottom in me, pressing against my cervix.

"Oh fuck, so good," I whimpered, just wanting to sit on it forever and never be off it. Thank God he joined that band and brought this pussy-pleaser to Chicago.

He gave me a smack to my ass. "Ride me, baby," he growled.

Hmm, I love it when a hot guy gets all demanding.

I began to rock my hips, raising myself up on his cock and then sliding back down. He moaned and cupped my ass in his hands, fondling it and squeezing it as it went up and down while I rode him.

"God you have a sexy ass," he said.

I had been told so many times before but I was always glad to hear it again. My pussy was leaking continuously down his cock as I humped it first slow and steady then fast and wild. Colin came and stood by the couch, hard and ready. I remembered I had agreed to suck my cum off his cock. I took it in my mouth and relished the sweet and slightly musky flavor as I sucked him off while riding Kendall. I had two big gorgeous cocks in my mouth and pussy again and they couldn't possibly have any idea how much I needed and loved this. My pussy clamped down on Kendall's cock and I came, shaking and groaning but still sucking Colin's cock for all it was worth.

"I have to fuck this ass," Kendall said in my ear as both hands squeezed my ass cheeks.

"Take it, it's all yours," I told him.

We changed positions. Colin sat on the sofa, I knelt in front of him stroking his cock and Kendall knelt behind me, rubbing his cock against my pussy to get it wet with my juices. Colin was playing with my curly hair while I started licking his cock like an ice cream cone.

"You been fucked in the ass before, Tracy?" he asked me.

"Oh yeah, I loved it," I said, my hand stroking his muscular thigh.

"Good," Kendall said. "Because I'm about to put every inch of this cock in your pretty little ass. You ready?"

"God yes," I said.

I felt his cock head against my little hole and my pussy creamed in excitement. Then I felt the pressure as he pushed the head in and my little ring of muscles opened up and allowed his head to pop inside.

I moaned. "Mmmm yes," I encouraged. My ass was tingling in need of his cock and when he pushed in further I sighed at the sensation of his hot cock sliding deeper and deeper into my horny ass. "Oh Kendall, yes...yes...fuck my ass baby?"

He pushed in the rest of the way and took hold of my hips as he began to pump me. It felt so good I would have fallen over had I not been bent over on Colin. I laid my face on this thigh and moaned like a whore as Kendall fucked me so good I couldn't believe it. Colin squeezed and fondled my tit, asking me if it felt good.

"You like that cock all the way up your ass, don't you?" he asked with relish.

"I love it," I squeaked. "I love it so much!"

It took me a few minutes to be able to think let alone do anything else, but I soon took Colin's cock in my mouth and began to suck it off again. I was in a world of pleasure and the way Kendall's hands were running up and down my back and sides while he used my tender ass to please his horny cock was feeling so good.

"Tracy, I want back inside you," Colin said. "Can we double stuff you?"

Well I had never done that before but having them in my pussy and ass at the same time sounded too appetizing to resist.

"No, but let's do it," I said.

Colin laid back further on the couch and I mounted him, placing him inside my dripping wet pussy. Then Kendall leaned over me and worked his cock back into my ass. Pleasure the likes of which I could not have imagined overtook me and when they both started pumping I wailed like a siren. I had barely any control over my body anymore I was just mindlessly humping my hips and moaning, my hands braced on Colin's chest to keep me from completely collapsing as their cocks pummeled me. Kendall pulled my hair aside and kissed down the side of my face while he humped my butt. I squealed like a shameless porn girl.

As if things weren't intense enough, Colin started to suck on my nipples since they were right in his face. My legs began to shake.

"Oh God, Oh God," I began to chant. "Oh you are both fucking me so deep...so good...Oh Kendall, please cum in my ass? Please fill my ass with your cum!"

Kendall grabbed a handful of my hair and began to really slam me intent on getting off and filling my ass full of his cum. I tucked my head against Colin's shoulder and grit my teeth as an orgasm like none before overwhelmed me. I was screaming, twitching, crying, mumbling gibberish and bucking wildly between them as I came in a rush of white-hot pleasure.

Annnd....I guess I passed out on Colin's chest.

Because the next thing I knew I was waking up in my bedroom alone. And the lights were on.

Well, fuck. Was it all just a dream?

I went to get up but my well fucked ass and pussy twinged with mild and pleasurable soreness, alerting me to the fact that it was very real. I ran a finger down there and found my ass and pussy leaking the boys' cum.

Mmm, what a good time we had.

But still, they didn't have to just leave me, did they? That was kind of bogus. Oh well, at least they carried me to bed instead of leaving me to become stuck to the couch and wake up with a crook in my neck.

I got up and went to the bathroom then exited the room to go find food.

When I walked out into the living room I saw a sight that stopped me in my tracks. The boys were still here. They were on the sofa in their boxers playing with my gaming system. They were playing my favorite game, Skyrim.

"Um, hey guys," I said.

"Oh, hey!" Colin said. "You like Skyrim?"

"Yeah," I said, kinda shyly. Were they gonna make fun of me for it?

"That's awesome!" Kendall said. He patted the sofa between them. "Come sit. Play with us."

I happily traipsed over to sit between them. Colin handed me a controller. I grinned at him, then I looked at Kendall and he grinned at me.

"So, umm...you wanna play for a while then get it on again?" Colin asked, with a mischievous look on his face.




Lights Out



"Um no," I said.

They both looked at me in surprise.

"I want to play for a while, eat some breakfast, and then get it on again," I beamed.

"I like this girl," Kendall said, nodding and chuckling.

"Yeah, me too. She was my neighbor first," Colin said.

"Well, she's ours now," Kendall said, wrapping an arm around me.

Colin kissed me on my cheek and grabbed my boob. I kissed Colin then the Kendall on the lips before using my controller to start the game.

I could tell this was the beginning of a beautiful, beautiful relationship.



Lights Out



I was so looking forward to a good night's sleep. I'd put in an extra four hours' overtime to help catch up on that fuck-off great pile of testing that was due to be reported on Monday, and was feeling pretty drained. Whilst there wasn't exactly a lot of heavy lifting to be done in the lab, I did spend nearly all of my time on my feet. It was just as well that I only had a short walk back to my flat at the end of it - and, after a quick microwave dinner and a relaxing shower, I was ready to drift away into the arms of Morpheus. Even if it was only half-nine at night. It was going to be a great relief not to have the alarm going off in my ear at 5:30 tomorrow morning - it'd be Saturday, with only a trip to the gym and a bit of shopping to worry about. Bliss!

The bed was so comfortable, and my eyelids so heavy. I began to drift off...

There was a loud bang, sounded like it came from outside on the stairs. "OW!!" A man's voice. I lifted my head from the pillow, startled by the noise but still half-asleep. "Fuck it!" Again from outside. I thought I had best go and take a look at what was going on. It seemed quite close by, but there are only six flats in the small block where I live, stacked on top of one another over three floors, and Frank - the bloke living just opposite me - was on holiday. He was the only one of my neighbours I saw much of - because I often headed off to work at the same time as he was going down the gym in the morning - but he'd only moved in about three months beforehand, and we hadn't really got to know each other well. Which was a shame, because Frank seemed like a really nice guy, he was about my age, and I was (at last) getting over the end of my last relationship and feeling like putting myself back on the market again. Not that Frank was likely to be gay, of course. But it does, I thought to myself, no harm to dream.

I looked to my alarm clock for the time, but it was dead. Strange. Oh wait, not much light coming in through the bedroom window, either. Guess there must've been a power cut... I hauled arse out of bed and staggered my way towards the door, pausing to fish out from my chest of drawers the pair of navy blue tracky bottoms that I usually wore for bumming round the flat. I pulled them on and went out into the hallway, which was lit up by the emergency light - a small torch sitting in a dock plugged into the power socket. It came on automatically when the power went off. Always helpful in the event of the electricity going down, doubly so when you're wandering around half-naked and half-asleep in a virtually dark room. I picked the torch up and used it to help me see what I was doing, as I fumbled both the catches on the door so I could get out and see what all the fuss was about.

I pulled the door open and went out onto the landing. I peered over the railings and shone the torch down the staircase. Frank looked up at me - he was stood about half-way up the flight of stairs, dressed in a hoodie and shorts, a large suitcase stood on the stair next to him. He squinted, shielding his eyes from the bright light.

"Oh, hi there Rob. I hope I didn't startle you. I was coming back up the stairs when the lights went out at just the wrong time. Caught me a bit by surprise, tripped myself up. I'll probably have a nice fat bruise on my shin come the morning."

"Don't worry about it mate, I just heard the swearing and wondered who the Hell it was. Didn't realise you were due back today, must've lost track of the time. Judging from what I've seen out the window, looks like the whole estate's blacked out. The emergency lights really ought to have come on in the stairwell automatically, I'll have to ring up the management people about that in the morning."

Frank grabbed his case, and traipsed up the last few stairs and onto the landing.

"I was looking forward to getting myself warmed up, showered and fed," he said wearily, "but if the power's going to be off for the night then I guess I'm just going to have to tuck myself up in bed and deal with everything else in the morning. I think I've only got frozen food left in the flat and, of course, the oven's electric."

Before I'd had time to think it through, I found myself throwing Frank a lifeline. "Well, why don't you come and keep me company for a little while? I've got some food in the fridge and a few tins of this, that and t'other that I can heat on the hob. Beats going hungry."

"Are you sure, mate? I don't want to put you to any trouble."

I was quite certain that this wasn't any trouble. I was waking up a bit more now, and realising I had the opportunity I'd been trying to find for weeks: to get to know this guy a little better.

"I'm quite sure Frank. It won't take me a few minutes to sort things out."

"Well... OK, since you're offering. I'll just dump this suitcase in my flat then I'll be with you. Oh, and if you'd mind not shining that torch in my face..."

"Oh, sorry about that!" Ugh! Sometimes I'm such an idiot.

As Frank let himself into his flat, wheeled the case into the hallway and then locked back up, I had time to start fretting. I realised that I wasn't wearing anything but these tracky bottoms, and I needed a shave. Hope I didn't look like too much of a slob. Hoped he liked his men with hairy chests as well. Actually, hope he liked men full stop. Shit, he was probably straight and I was really jumping the gun here. What if I got a hardon? No chance of hiding a tent pole in these things. And what if hitting the sack had left my hair in the usual mess? I'd only been laid down five minutes, but all the same - just my damned luck.

"Thanks very much for the invite Rob. It feels really bloody cold in my place, and I could do with a proper meal. I've not had anything since lunchtime - hanging around the airport, the flight, pissing around waiting at the other end, eager to find a cab and get back before it was too late, you know how it is."

"Yeah, very true. Have had a long day myself, shedloads of work needs doing at the moment. Hence the just out of bed look, I was actually settling down for an early night when I heard all the banging and crashing outside. I'm not in the habit of wandering around the place half-naked." I gestured to Frank to come in, and offered him my torch. "Here mate, I know my way around all the clutter in here. You go through to the front room and sit yourself down, I'll just go and make myself decent and then find a bit more light. I've some candles and holders in the store cupboard somewhere."

Frank came in through the door, grabbing my shoulder and giving it a friendly squeeze on the way through. "Don't sweat it, mate. You're looking decent enough to me. Sit around my place in less than that all the time - what does it matter when you're at home?" His grip was strong, and I fancied that he took just a little more time releasing it again than might be expected just for a passing gesture. His hand slid briefly down one side of my chest before dropping down by his side. Was this guy just tactile, or could he actually be interested? He walked on through whilst I went to find the candles; there was virtually no light to see what I was doing, but fortunately I'd left them in an obvious place just in case of such a situation. I grabbed the box, and was shocked to feel my hand trembling a little! The excitement of the thought that perhaps Frank really was available, combined with the desire not to fuck this opportunity up. I wanted to ask him on a date; besides, I'd not had sex for ages, and I wasn't far off forty years old, and some way past the point at which I'd lost even the limited interest I once had in nights out down in London, looking to pull a hot lad in a bar.

I could feel my dick starting to stir. I stood still for a moment, took a sharp intake of breath, and then brought the stuff out of the cupboard and into the kitchen. There was a little more light from the windows there. I found my matches, set out and lit a candle in each of the available holders, and started ferrying them out of the kitchen and into the front room.

I nearly dropped the light I was carrying. Frank was sat on the sofa, he'd already taken off the hoodie and was in the process of pulling his t-shirt off over his head. I couldn't blame him - I had let it get a little too warm in the flat - but even so, your house guests don't usually strip to the waist as soon as they get through the door! Even in the guttering light of a candle flame on the other side of the room, he was clearly a well built lad. Although I'd given up playing some years ago after an injury, I put in the hours down the gym trying to maintain a rugby fit body, and I preferred my men with some beef on them as well. Frank finished stripping off the t-shirt and laid it on the seat next to him - and it was easy to see that he clearly fitted the bill.

"You've got this place looking nice, Rob - from what I can see of it anyway. Hey, you don't mind my making myself comfortable, do you? It's pretty hot in here!" Hot in more ways than one, I thought to myself.

"Certainly, make yourself as comfortable as you like!" I smiled. He smiled back, giving me a flash of gleaming teeth that contrasted strikingly with the darkness of the surrounding skin: somebody else hadn't found time to shave today, and he obviously had a heavy beard to keep under control. I'd seen that smile before, but had to admit it was ten times hotter when the wearer was sat on my sofa, wearing his cargo shorts, trainers and nothing else. Frank was making himself very comfortable indeed, and was showing every sign of wanting to settle in for a good while. Oh shit. I was pretty sure now that he was interested. Must stay calm. Must. Stay. Calm.

I felt like going straight over there and kissing him, but didn't want to fuck it up by being too forward or seeming like I was only after one thing. Even though, by that point, it was already difficult to think of very much else. From this position, I could've had us both naked and on the bed in about thirty seconds. Mastering my nerves, I put the candle on my small dining table and went to fetch the next one. I started asking Frank about his holiday and, as I set out the rest of the lights and then started making dinner - a quick and easy Bolognese - the conversation also turned to our working lives. He was in quite a high-pressured job in sales, and liked to get away for a couple of weeks' Winter sun to break up the long dark months. My job sometimes needed me to pull extra hours, but he made clear his envy as I explained that one of the things I liked about it was that I could usually just go home on time in the afternoon and forget about work completely til the next day.

"It's ready!" I brought the plates through - most of the food for him, and a little snack for myself - and put them on the table, where I'd already set two places. Frank sprang off the sofa and came over to join me. I couldn't help but stop a moment to admire his stomach: the definition in those abs... his chest was nearly bare, but I fancied that I could just see the start of a little fur at the waist, the promise of a tasty dark treasure trail leading to the prize that I hoped he wanted to give me. I was certain he noticed me checking him out, and I may have given the game away in another form as I felt that my dick was rapidly reaching full extension. Only the low light in the room served as any sort of disguise for what must've been the increasingly obvious bulge in the front of my loungewear. Sitting down at the table, it was easy to imagine that he was naked down bottom as well as up top; I wondered if he was having similar lewd thoughts about me.

Frank set about clearing his plate with gusto. He was obviously feeling pretty ravenous. I picked at the little serving I'd set aside for myself, more interested in watching him eat. The well-muscled arms, wielding the fork industriously like a shovel. The strong-jawed, stubbled chin. The short, jet black hair, with just the first flecks of grey scattered through it. So fucking handsome. I was a bit out of practice at this game, but I was just going to have to grow a pair and ask him if he wanted to go out... or, perhaps, if tonight might even count as our first date...?

I tried clearing my throat, getting ready to follow my instincts - but I didn't get the chance to start talking.

"You know, Rob, this is pretty good. And served by romantic candlelight, too. If I didn't know any better I might think you were trying to pull me."

A wicked grin spread across Frank's face. I was just struck dumb. 'If I didn't know any better...' Had I got this all wrong?

"Sorry mate, I'm pulling your leg and I shouldn't. Fact is... if this ain't too big headed of me... I can tell you fancy me. You've been checking me out ever since I moved in here, I just reckon you're too nervous to move things along. But that's OK..."

Fuck me, this was embarrassing! My cheeks must've been burning red with shame by now. I'd thought I was being discreet, when in fact I'd been drooling all over this poor bloke like a lovestruck teenager. Shit, I was meant to be thirty-eight, not thirteen! "Errrr, I'm sorry. I never..."

"Wait Rob, let me finish. What I was trying to say was, that's OK, because I know where you're coming from. I've been wanting to ask you out for a while, but... well, last time I did this, with a guy I'd convinced myself was gay, he turned out to be straight. And pretty homophobic with it. Seriously, I'd never been so far wide of the mark. It was so humiliating."

I sat back in my chair and took a big breath out. The relief was enormous. I hadn't been imagining it, Frank was gay. More than that, he had actually been struggling with the same dilemma as I had. Both wasting months, both dancing around the issue when in fact each of us wanted to take the other out. That moment was like a dam breaking, and the flood of relief was palpable.

Freed from the inhibitions that had caused us to hesitate from revealing our true feelings for one another, we began to flirt across the table - and to talk about how we'd both come to be where we were in life. I told Frank all about my last relationship: I'd been living with a younger man for a while, he was genuinely kind and loving and the physical side of the deal had been really great, But things had got tense over our social lives - he was very extrovert and keen on partying, I was often only interested in a bit of R&R and it just being the two of us after a long day or week at work - and we'd not been able to make a go of it. I'd been hurting since he left, and was only just starting to get over it when Rob had moved in next door. I'd seen a chance to start over with someone who seemed closer to my own age (turned out he was thirty-five, so I was pretty much on the money,) but the conversations we were having never got around to anything personal, and I was too nervous of blowing my chance to actually make it happen in the first place to attempt to tease out clues as to his sexuality.

Frank chuckled when he heard that last bit. He said that my gaydar must've been on the fritz with him as badly as his had been with his old neighbour, because he'd been flirting with me and undressing me with his eyes progressively more and more as we'd begun seeing each other regularly in the morning. Turned out that he had actually adjusted his gym time a little so as to try to make sure that he met me out on the landing as often as possible during the week. That, and he'd stopped wearing his suit out the door and changing down the gym, and started heading out in his vest and shorts, giving me plenty of chance to see those sexy, muscular arms and legs. It was so bloody obvious when he told me that I couldn't believe I'd been missing it! But he'd not been able to take the final step and make a pass at me since that experience where he lived before, where that nasty guy he'd asked out had threatened him with violence, and called him a faggot and other cheap names in front of the neighbours. Frank was no wimp and he returned the verbal abuse with interest; nevertheless, he didn't want that kind of trouble twice and I didn't blame him.

I wasn't sure how long we'd been sat there talking - maybe fifteen, twenty minutes? But the plates were long since cleared when I got round to asking him if he fancied anything for dessert. Frank got up from the table, giving me a great close up view of his tight stomach, and walked round to my side. I looked up into his dark brown eyes, captivating pools catching the reflection of the candlelight in the semi-darkness. "Yeah," he said, "something sweet." He grasped both my shoulders - the firm grip on my bare skin felt electric - and leant in for our first kiss. My lips met his eagerly. It was very tender, and gentle, with just a hint of roughness from his stubble, and was over in a moment. He backed off a little, and I could read the desire in his eyes, just as I'm sure he must've done in mine. He let go of my shoulders, and I pushed back the chair and got to my feet.

My hands now locked onto his shoulders, and his went round my waist and quickly found their way down to my backside, feeling up my arse through the single, thin layer of cloth. I stepped forward, shoved him back against the wall with force, and went in for the kill, locking my lips against his and going for it hard. Almost immediately our eager tongues were sliding past each other, as bare chests pressed together and hard cocks began to grind through what little clothing we still had on. After months of each of us wondering if the other was up for it, we both wanted to make this thing happen, and happen now. I felt Frank release his grip on my rear and run his strong hands up over my hips to my chest, pushing us apart slightly and breaking the kiss. He ran his hands up and down my chest and stomach, enjoying the view.

"Mmmmm, nice... fit AND furry, just how I like my blokes."

"Then it's just as well it's had time to grow back. My ex liked me smooth. The break-up was painful in more ways than one, itched like fuck for weeks afterwards - even if it did cut down on the razor blade bill."

Frank looked back up. "More fool him. No wonder you two didn't stand the test of time. You'd be better off with a guy who'll take you as you are."

"Hmmm, you have someone in mind?"

A cocky smirk cracked across Frank's face. He said nothing, but his hands went wandering again. He grabbed the waist of my tracky bottoms, dropped to his knees and yanked them right down. Almost immediately, warm, moist lips enveloped the head of my cock, then he took a firm grip on my bare arse. I gasped, then looked down to see him beginning to suck me off, firm, slow and long, working that gorgeous mouth right the way down the shaft. The pressure that he brought to bear on my thick, neatly cut six inch rod felt excellent! I was soon moaning gently with the pleasure, as I reached down to run a hand through his short black hair.

"Fuck yeah! Mate, you know what you're fucking doing. Yeah, work that cock..." Frank responded to my words of pleasure by working it even harder, taking the whole length, burying his face in my crotch, pulling back and then taking the length again, over and over. He had me so hard by then, that if he wasn't already grabbing and kneading my arse and using his grip on it to push my hips right forwards towards him, I don't think I could've restrained the urge to piston fuck his face. I could feel my bollocks tightening up against my body, and was wondering how much longer it would be before I shot my bolt, when he pulled away. I wanted my hard cock back in that warm mouth, but Frank got back to his feet with something else in mind. Another long, deep, feral kiss - and then...

"Fuck me Rob." He grabbed hold of my dick. "Fuck me. I want this up my arse."

This was a surprise. I didn't know whether Frank had a favoured role in the sack, of course. But before, and especially after, tonight's little heart-to-heart over the dinner table, I'd seen him as being the more outgoing and confident of the pair of us, and assumed that he'd be wanting to take charge in the bedroom. Guess you never can tell - and I certainly wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to put my fuck stick to good use.




Lights Out



"Then let's get naked and get that tight arse of yours on my bed, shall we?"

I kicked my feet free of the loungewear, and watched as he hurriedly pulled off what was left of his clothing. Trainers, socks, shorts, and finally a pair of tight white boxer briefs, span off in all directions, one after the other. It was like he'd been stripped naked by a tornado. A girthy eight-incher with plenty of foreskin showed that, although we were both big, six foot tall blokes, he had me outgunned in at least one department. Big set of bollocks on him too. I thought about returning the favour and going down on him, but my cock wanted to fuck that arse too much. I grabbed his hand and led him through the dark hallway and into the bedroom. There was a little light coming in through the window, but not much: we'd be winging this one mainly by touch, but I thought I could live with having to get extra busy with my hands - and I knew where to find the essentials without needing the lights on...

There was no awkwardness, just passion and raw physicality, to what we did as we settled into having sex. Him on his back and me on top to start with, enjoying close contact from our lips right down to our feet. Limbs wrapped around one another, torsos and rampant hardons pressed close together. It felt natural and really bloody good - although it felt even better when I slid myself down the bed and slipped that fat cock of his into my mouth. I wasn't going to do it, BUT... he'd just given me a stunning blow job, and before I had my wicked way with him I felt I really had to give it back after all - ideally with interest!

I wrapped my lips around his bell-end and then slid them right down to the base, the fat rod reaching right down to the back of my throat. His length challenged my gag reflex, but I'd had one or two even larger lads than this before and I knew that I could take it well. I set about sucking him off hard and fast, whilst I took his sac in hand and played with the contents. This was a genuinely big pair of hairy bollocks, well in proportion to his ample cock and offering the prospect of a hefty wad of semen when he was ready to give it up. Already I could taste the salty precum oozing from the tip of that beautiful thick foreskin and being wiped up and down the length of my tongue as I continued to suck dick with enthusiasm. I could feel Frank squirming as he got more and more turned on, and he then began to rock his hips and gently fuck my mouth under his own power, grasping at my head and finding just enough hair to grip a handful and secure me in place. "Oh mate, you know what you're doing. You know what you're fucking well doing. Yeah, suck that cock, nice and hard. You like men with big dicks, don't you?"

The filthy talk had my own cock iron bar stiff, as did imagining what it would feel like to have his reaming out my tight arse. But that's not what I was up for - yet. I defied his grip, and pulled off his cock, planting a neat row of kisses up the middle of his torso until I settled back on his lips. He opened his mouth and we briefly swapped tongues as I shared with him the lingering taste of aroused cock.

"Right, over you go Frank. Get laid down on your front and spread those legs. Time to feed that hungry arse of yours."

"Fuck yeah mate, give it a good fucking drilling!"

Frank did as he was told, rolling over onto his belly and presenting his hole for use. I was so eager to get down to business that I grabbed the packet of condoms out of my bedside drawer, took one out and chucked the rest over my shoulder. The empty foil went the same way a couple of moments later, and then I set to work with the lube, greasing up my cock before applying two fingers to his hot, hairy crack. Finding his tight pucker. Feeling his arse flex as the cold gel hit it, and then the groan as I slipped the fingers in to the first knuckle and worked it around. He knew that he would be getting a dick in a few more seconds, and sure enough I moved in behind and got myself between his thighs. I reached down, gently lowering the high angle of my aching hardon to line up with the target, and pushed. The head breached the defences, forcing open his anus, and then I just let the rest slide in. In a couple of seconds I was balls deep inside Frank, feeling even better than I usually did at that special moment of slipping myself into a guy who's nice and tight, because I wanted this one so very much.

"Oh fuck mate! Oh fuck..." Frank buried his head in the pillow and gasped, as he felt his arse being well opened up by a serving of stiff cock, a feeling that any guy who has bottomed will understand! A cock buried in you to the hilt, and the anticipation of the hard fucking that's about to come. Different guys like it different ways, of course, but for me nothing beats having it from behind - a good hard nailing flat out in bed, or standing up under a hot shower. I enjoyed giving it up the arse that way, and taking it up the arse too - and I could tell from Frank's dirty talk that he felt likewise. Two lads with similar builds, similar tastes, and my cock felt at home in his arse like a hand fitting snugly in a leather glove. Our bodies felt as if they were made for each other.

I lay on top of him for a moment, running one hand down his flank, enjoying the feeling of all that full-on body contact with the man I had desired for so long, yet hadn't dared before tonight to disclose my feelings for. I then planted my hands either side of him, raised myself up, and put all the power in my lower back and hips into the sex, sliding my cock back and forth in a constant cycle of long, smooth strokes. Watching him grab the bars at the head of the bed, his powerful arm and shoulder muscles flexing in the semi-darkness. Deep, masculine groans as he took everything I had to give him, driving his own hips back in his eagerness to feel me inside him. Sometimes, between increasingly thready breaths, more filthy entreaties to fuck him even harder. And shit, his arse was so damned tight! I slowed right down to stop myself from cumming too soon, the sweat beginning to bead up on my brow.

"Harder, Rob, fuck me harder." Frank was loving this, desperate for my hard pumping of his arse to continue.

"I can't Frank, I'm too close to losing it."

"Good. I want you to fucking cum inside me."

That sent me out of control. I dropped down onto him, pressing my chest hard against his back, running my hands over any part of him that I could reach as my hips went into overdrive. Reaming out that tight arse, piston fucking Frank's stretched hole. Before another minute was up, I bucked hard and drove my dick home one final time, before the release. My thighs pushed hard and shook, as I began dumping my creamy load into the rubber. The orgasm was intense, strong waves rolling down the length of my cock and expelling my seed. My bell-end was soon immersed in a tight latex bag of hot, sticky cum.

We lay there, together, catching our breath. I planted a kiss on his neck, as a few beads of sweat rolled off my forehead and onto the bed. I felt fantastic, my only regret being that it didn't last longer. We were just getting warmed up, it would've been great to work up that hot, sweaty feeling of a really long, hard screw. But, then again, who said this had to be it for the night - even if Frank did look pretty beat? I slipped out, and he gave one more groan as he felt my dick pop out of his hole. Lying there, his legs still spread well apart, body gently heaving. Well and truly arse fucked.

I went to the bathroom to ease off the condom and wash my dick. When I returned, there Frank was, lying on his back now, one hand behind his head and the other stroking his eight-inch piece.

"Seconds out, round two mate. Make this dick ready to ride." Frank enjoyed a good laugh at my expense as I scrabbled around the floor on my hands and knees, trying to find where I'd thrown everything - but, after a few fraught moments, I resurfaced with the condoms and lube. I got his cock ready, and worked some of the cool gel into my arse. I got on my knees on the bed, straddled him, and grasped that long, thick cock, guiding it towards my hungry hole. And then, I impaled myself on that fucking thing, sliding my stretched anus down the length of his shaft until I was sat down squarely on his crotch, feeling all of that dick length rammed up inside of me. I'd had even bigger before - if not for a very long time - so I knew that I could take it. And, what's more, that I'd enjoy it. That special sensation of a cock driven deep into your guts. The sharp, almost searing sensation of the head driving its way home. The arse wall wrapped tightly around his shaft. The anus stretched to the limit by the girth at the base of his big, meaty cock. Not all men could take a large one up the arse, but I not only could do it, I loved doing it. And it was even better with a guy I really, really fancied.

I started to ride Frank, working my arse up and down his cock. Feeling the gentle thrusts he made with his hips as he fucked me, I adjusted my rhythm to meet him, moving to the beat. He lay there, his hands now both resting behind his head, showing off the musculature of his chest and arms and his deep armpits with their filling of thick, black hair - at least, in as much as I could see in the pale half-light, which was frustratingly little. I wished there was more light to take in the view properly, but I had this funny feeling that we'd be getting plenty more chances to enjoy checking out each others' bodies after tonight (although the smile on his face was obvious enough now.) I explored him with my hands as I rode him, soon finding that his torso was getting into a serious lather. I felt the sweat starting to run down the middle of my own chest, slowly and meanderingly, catching in the hair on the way down. Pooling in my navel, and then running down and soaking my crotch. My penis was lengthening once again, responding to the rough and ready pleasure of being had by this fit muscle lad.

The ride went on and on, my hole getting shafted relentlessly. So damned full, so stretched, so good! Frank screwed his eyes shut and rolled his head back, groaning with the intensity of the fuck. His neck looked so long now as well as thick, a slick, dark expanse of coarse, sweaty flesh, faintly gleaming in the pall of weak light cast across us from outside. I leant in, kissing him, tasting the saltiness and feeling the roughness against my lips. He responded by pushing his length into me even harder, grabbing my hair, talking filthy. "On your back mate. Spread those legs, show me that wet mancunt."

I did as I was ordered and slid myself off him, rolling over onto my back. Robbed of his length, my backside felt empty, and hungry for more. I drew my knees up over my body, rolling my hips, exposing that desperate hole. Frank quickly responded, kneeling between my thighs and guiding his cock back home until it was right the way in me. He covered me, leaning in close and engaging me in a deep kiss, even as he began to pump. Our breathing was thready, and we were both getting so hot. I could almost feel the sweat dripping off his body and mingling with my own. The beat grew faster and stronger, reaming me out and pounding me, pushing me to the limit. I'd rarely been done as hard as this. My cock, trapped between our torsos, was at full extension, my midriff now greasy and matted with our sweat and my precum.

"How you liking this mate? Liking that big dick up your arse?"

"Loving it mate," I gasped, feeling as though I might explode again and spatter us both with wads of cum before he'd even unloaded for the first time, "You know how to lay pipe. How to lay it really fucking well."

At last, it felt like Frank was ready to finish himself off. He upped the pace, grabbed a hold of my ankles, spread my legs wide and really began to piston fuck my well-stretched hole. Now it was my turn to throw my head back, screw those eyes shut and really give in to the feeling. As I gasped, I felt Frank begin to buck really hard, and then he cried out loud as he began to pump out his load. Cock spasming deep within my body, filling his condom.

After he'd drained his balls, Frank pulled out and rolled over onto the bed beside me. We were both sticky, sweaty, and I at least knew I was feeling fantastic. Few things make me feel more masculine than really good sex, especially in circumstances like this - where I'm really attracted to a guy, and he's got the tools and knows how to use them. I smiled, then we looked at each other and I could see he was doing the same. It felt just right. "It's been such a long time Frank, such a long time. Seven months, but it felt more like seven years. I'm glad this has happened. I'm glad it was you."

"You're a good bloke Rob. A good heart, and good in bed."

He got up and went to deal with the condom, though not before nearly falling over fumbling his way towards the bathroom in the dark, which had us both chuckling. I got up to open the window and let in a bit of cold air, help us to cool down and relax. Showering together would've felt great right at that moment, but I looked at the alarm clock and the radio by the bedside, and they were both still dead. Even though the shower just ran off the water pressure, and there must still have been the better part of a tank of hot water left, I didn't think it would be too clever for a couple of burly fourteen stone guys to be squeezing in there, and probably getting it on again, with nothing more than the light from outside or a little torch to see what we were doing. I reckoned that I could wait until morning. Right now, I wanted to wrap myself around his strong, hard body more than anything else.

He returned, and we lay down on the bed together. Lying on our sides, facing one another. We said nothing more, simply drawing our bodies close, limbs intertwining, lips locking gently together and then parting again. Had we fallen in love, or were we simply in lust? I wasn't sure yet, but I so wanted it to be the former. Was he having the same thoughts? It was hard to read Frank's expression in the dark, but it seemed as though he was at peace. This had the feeling of - perhaps - a new beginning. Of hope. That would be more than enough for now.

His eyelids closed, and I felt my own grow heavy. A cool draft played across my bare skin, and the wind whistled gently outside my window. The sounds of the world drifted slowly away, and we fell asleep in each others' arms.