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Loss

By: GGordonly



Fucking bitch! I hate her. Actually, I wish that were true. It's far preferable to the constant unbearable loss I feel. How could she do it? It's not like I ever thought I was in her league. Hundred pound weakling types don't normally land tall blonde leggy girls like Emma; unless they're rich and famous. Since neither of those describes me I can't say I ever understood what she saw in me in the first place. 

I never asked her to tell me she loved me; never even asked her out. We met at a mutual friend's party. Damn was she hot that night. Emma looked more fabulous than any fully clothed woman has the right to in these form fitting blue jeans and a simple white Tee. Her eyes met mine; she smiled and I was lost from then on. She approached and just started talking to me. I love the sound of her voice; it's the sweetest sound I've ever heard. God I miss her voice, her laugh. Her eyes sparkle when she laughs. 

Clouds blot out the stars painting the night sky in inky blackness. The dark seems deeper, fuller and more engulfing than any I can recall. Is this hell, I wonder; the outer darkness where there is weeping and gnashing of teeth. The ache in my chest is more than tears could possible release. I would scream if I could find the breath. Rage and hate and dread mingle with inexpressible sorrow.

"Why Emma? Why?" my words echo in the emptiness of what was once our apartment.

I've tried to erase the memories; desperate to forget. Forget her. Forget that night. However I try the images won't leave me.

Emma is naked and flat on her back legs splayed to the sides. A familiar form occupies the space between thrusting wildly into my enraptured girlfriend. Sweat covers their entwined bodies. I am struck most by the passion in their kisses. Emma's lips reach hungrily for his; low moans of delight escaping as she finds them. Her bright blue eyes gaze adoringly into his face while her hands grip firmly to his ass urging him to thrust deeper and deeper into her being. Her need of him is clear as is the pleasure of having him. 

"Oh Garrett!" the words still seem to be reverberating through the room; breathy and full of the sweetness that made me love her so. How often she had uttered my name in the midst of the same pleasure. "I love the feel of your cock in me," she gushes. He nuzzles her neck as the fluid motion of his hips continues unabated. She arches her back giving one final growl of lust. He presses hard into her grunting as he fills her with his seed. They collapse together tenderly kissing and caressing each other. 

The look of utter contentment on her face quickly turns to shock as she sees me standing motionless in the doorway. "Brian!" Stammering for words Emma scrambles for something to cover her nakedness. "I didn't want you to find out like this, but…" I heard little she said. Something about trying to fight her feelings or some shit like that. Garret is still lying on his side on the floor gloating. He makes no effort to cover himself. Rage overcomes me and I lunge forward swinging wildly at his smug face. 

My memory is a little fuzzy on the rest of the details. Getting your ass kicked by a two-hundred and fifty pound naked gorilla can do that. I may have had moral indignation and the fierceness of an all consuming rage in my corner, but I quickly learned that doesn't help much when a guy outweighs you by a hundred pounds of muscle. I got a black eye, a broken nose and several bruised ribs to match my bruised ego and shattered heart. He got a laugh and my girl. He got my girl…

Thoughts of her still consume my every waking moment. I can't stop thinking of her smell, her touch, the silky feel of the skin on the small of her back; so many memories of her with me. She always slept in the nude. It made it near impossible at times to go to sleep. Emma would press her body against mine. The smell of her hair would fill my soul with joy. I would wrap my arms around her reveling in the electric sensation her nearness aroused. "I love you," she would coo. I could rarely reply too overcome with emotion at how lucky I was. 

If I close my eyes I can feel her roll on top of me. Our naked bodies pressed together. She kisses my chest and neck working her way slowly toward my face. Her lips are soft and wet and indescribably delicious. I often thought she could have made me cum just by kissing me. My hands glide over the delicate softness of her back down to her firm tight little ass. She rises, her breasts dangle above me like ripe fruit. I breathe in her left nipple and then the right. All I want to do is devour her. 

Her legs part falling to either side of my hips. Emma presses her wet sex down onto my swollen cock. I'm struggling not to cum. Gently at first, but then with increasing pressure and pace she strokes her moist slit back and forth over my shaft. I can't help but groan at the growing ecstasy. My fingers paw at her anus, which makes her giggle. She likes when I do it, although she begins her weak protests telling me I'm a pervert. Several more passes along my length before she pushes herself down hard on my stomach and slides backwards taking me into her. 

I have to stop her movement to keep myself from cumming. The sudden sensation of entering her always does this to me. I hold tight waiting for the feeling to pass. Emma leans down and kisses me lightly on the mouth; her eyes gazing at me adoringly. I ease my grip on her hips and they begin to grind back and forth in steady rhythm. She is all around me and in me and part of me. The sweet scent of her skin mingles with the sound of her lovely moans and I feel transported to some other level of existence. All too soon I come crashing back to reality as I can no longer hold back. 

I see a momentary look of disappointment on her face before she rolls off to snuggle next to me. I apologize for not lasting longer to which she smiles and shakes her head. She's told me a hundred times to stop being so insecure. We kiss and caress each other for several more minutes before falling asleep.

The movement of the bed stirs me from slumber. I open my eyes slowly staring into the pitch darkness. The bed is still shuddering slightly. I hear a soft moan from Emma's side. Her back is to me. As my eyes adjust to the light I can tell she is on her side with her left leg bent her knee pointing straight up tenting the covers. Another moan slightly louder than the first rises into the darkened silence. Emma's breathing is quick and shallow. I am about to ask her if she is alright when I realize what she is doing. I lay motionless trying not to move. The light is too dim to see much, but my other senses come alive. I hear the distinct if soft slurping sound of something sliding in and out of her pussy. The smell of her juices is a pungent musky sweetness. She struggles to be quiet, but the rising tide within her is winning. Every moan grows more perceptible as does the movement of the bed.

Emma throws her head back and pounds her cunt relentlessly with one of her dildos. Rolling onto her back she kicks off the covers. She is completely exposed; legs spread her feet up off the mattress; one hand furiously thrusting a large long cock in and out, while the other massages her clit in short circular motions. Audible groans escape. No longer able to bear it, I reach out and caress her stomach. She growls with need. I try moving my hand lower, but get in her way. Even in the darkened room I can see her glare at me or maybe I just feel it. I back off and let her push herself into an orgasm. I shut my eyes and listen to her coo with satisfaction. Her body seems to be quivering as a light film of sweat glistens in the gray vapors of light eking in through the corners of the closed blinds. Emma slowly relaxes and her breathing becomes more normal. 

I attempt to slide between her legs and insert my raging hard-on into her just fucked hole. She informs me she already has a cock for that particular space, but her ass was free. The white of her teeth show as she smiles wickedly. I nearly cum at the thought of it. Awkwardly I fumbled around trying to push into her tight anus. "I was just kidding," she laughs pushing me off with one of her feet, "You're such a pervert." A moment later she has discarded her toy and is on all fours inviting me into her. My cock enters with no resistance. 

The clock on the wall gongs the hour. I am pulled from my dreams, keenly aware of how utterly alone I am. It seems darker as though I've sunk deeper into this abyss of loss. The momentary bliss of remembering her nearness is swept away with the ache of missing her, wanting her, needing her. The hour is late. She is probably in bed with him at this very moment. Her naked body pressed against his. I can imagine he is fucking her relentlessly; satisfying her sexual needs like I obviously couldn't. Not that she ever gave it as a reason for leaving me for Garrett, but it is a notion I just can't shake free from my head. 

In the depth of my despair I actually followed them one Saturday night. Followed them from club to club and then back to their house. I snuck up under their bedroom window and watched them through the space between the window and the shade. 

I watched as they tore each others clothes off. I watched as her lips nibbled thier way down his abdomen and onto his cock. I saw her suck him off gazing up at him from her knees innocent and sweet. I watched as he lifted her onto his face and they lay locked in a sixty-nine for what seemed an hour. I saw him fingering her slit and her ass all the while she greedily devoured his dick. Once he had his fill of her nectar I watched as he spread her wide on the bed and fucked her. Her knees locked under his shoulders and nearly pushed up to the sides of her head. I could hear her cries through the closed window. I watched him pound into her over and over and over; every time eliciting the same cries of delight. I listened as she moaned and begged him to fuck her harder. I listened as she praised him telling him he was the best fuck she had ever had. I watched as he poured his lust into my love and then watched as he spewed his cum all over her stomach and chest. I saw her smiling with wantonness dip her fingers in it and touch it to her tongue then scoop more until she had wiped herself clean. I watched as they lay together their mouths passionately kissing each other. When he moved her onto her stomach and crawled on top already hard again, I sank to the ground. I listened as he pleasured her again and again. 

Fucking bitch! Fucking beautiful perfect goddess, who stole my heart with her mesmerizing blue eyes and lovely smile, just to rip it out and tossed it in a dumpster. I wish I could hate you or at the very least forget. My eyes grow heavy with sorrow, but sleep won't come for hours. My mind will race with thoughts of her. Hopefully when it does come it will be the peaceful dreamless slumber of the dead, who neither feel pain nor the emptiness of loss. 

Loss and Discovery



Chapter 1

Beats pounded, bass throbbed, and silvery electronic notes shimmered in the small, dark bedroom. Elyssa, eyes closed, threw her body around in time with the rhythm, her black hair fanning out around her pale face. In her imaginings, the beats were bodies colliding with hers, the bass turning her insides to jelly. Although the shades blocked the light, it did nothing to prevent the room from warming in the late afternoon sun. Her body glistened with perspiration, her thin, tight Morcheeba t-shirt clinging to her slender frame, her sweat-shorts hanging low on her narrow hips. 

As the song ended, she collapsed onto her bed, breathing hard and feeling the endorphins flood into every cell. The next song started and, instead of getting up to dance again, she slid her right hand over her belly, up to her braless breast. She could feel her nipple harden as her fingers traced its outline through the thin cotton. She let her fingers play over her body in time with the beat. The music, and her pleasure, built in intensity, and she pulled her scant clothes from her body, reveling in the raw sensuality of her nakedness. She could smell her sweat, and sex, as her fingers flew over her mound, grinding the soft outer flesh into her clit, hidden beneath.

Downstairs, the door flew open and, laden with grocery bags, Carl Lorenz staggered into the house. Kicking the door closed behind him, he made his way through the living room to the kitchen, setting his purchases carefully onto the table. The plastic bag handles had cut deeply into the flesh of his fingers, and he rubbed them. He was aware of the thump thump thump of his daughter's stereo, blasting at ear shattering levels. 

Tired as he was, he took the time to stash all the fresh veggies and organic tempeh into the fridge, and hid a steak in the door. He smiled smugly to himself, knowing that his chance of getting away with eating meat was all but nil. Elyssa had a spooky knack for knowing when her dad was cheating on his strict diet. Both of them had committed to a vegan diet for one full year, and December 31st seemed painfully far away. He had to admit, though, that her meals were both tasty and satisfying. At 19, she was enrolled in one of the finest culinary schools which, thankfully, was just one town over. She learned, came home, and practiced on him. Yum.

As he put the last of the groceries away, the music upstairs stopped. He thought, for a moment, that his daughter would come strolling down the stairs, damp and shining from her workout. After a brief interval of silence, the thump thump thump began anew. He walked to the foot of the stairs, hollering "Punkin!! Daddy's home!!!" He knew that she hated being called Punkin, but he just couldn't seem to stop. Knowing that his calls were in vain, he walked up the stairs, eager to see his pride and joy. 

Her bedroom was at the top of the stairs. It was filled with posters of bands he'd never heard of, and hunky movie stars of both genders. He could see the foot of her bed and, as he moved forward, he froze in his tracks. There before him was his precious Punkin, completely naked, and masturbating to the pounding beat. Her eyes were closed tightly, and her face was a mask of twitching pleasure. He could see her fingers pressed to her mound, moving in tight little circles. Her other hand cupped one breast, its turgid nipple trapped between two fingers. Her whole body surged with excitement, and he became aware of the scent of her sex. It filled the room, it filled his nostrils, it stuck to his skin. He knew he should leave and forget what he beheld, but he felt frozen. The loss of his beloved wife to cancer last year was still fresh in his mind and Elyssa, the product of their love, writhing on the bed was somehow more than he could take. Wracked with grief, guilt, and desire he forced himself to step back. He walked, not looking back, to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. 

Starting the shower, he removed his clothes meticulously: Tie, shirt, belt, slacks, shoes, socks, boxers. All folded neatly on the sink. As the mirror began to steam up, he gazed at his reflection. He was fit, with an athletic body from his years of high school and college sports. His dark hair had not begun to thin, but strands of shining gray had been creeping in. To the steam, to the air, he whispered, "Oh god, Alison. I need you now, more than ever."

As the water streamed down his body he felt the tensions unlock and release. He'd been holding it together, putting on a brave face, for far too long. All at once the loss and pain he'd repressed for months came flooding out of his eyes, washed away with the shower. Sinking to his knees, he sobbed and shook.

Chapter 2

When he finally made his way down stairs, the table was set beautifully and the mounds of fragrant, steaming food made his mouth water. Elyssa moved around the kitchen, cleaning up the pots, pans, and other remnants of the meal's preparation. When she noticed him, she beamed. 

"Hi Daddy! I didn't hear you come home!" She came to him and gave him a big hug. 

"I'm surprised you can hear anything with your music blasting like that!" He looked stern for a moment, but couldn't maintain the pretense, and smiled. "Kids these days," he muttered, shaking his head in mock disgust. 

After dinner they sat, relaxing, sipping Italian coffee and chatting. Elyssa became very serious. "Daddy," she said, gazing at him with her chocolate-brown eyes, "there's something really important that I've got to talk about with you." He sat up, turning his head and body to face her, clearly communicating his willingness to hear whatever it was that she had to say. "This is kind of embarrassing, daddy." A bit of color crept into her pale face. "When you came home today, I was upstairs. My music was loud, and I didn't hear you come in." Carl felt panic rise inside him. Maybe she knew he'd seen her naked, masturbating. The urge to flee was almost overwhelming. 

"I'm sorry, honey! Your door was open and I only looked for a moment, I swear!"

Suddenly, Elyssa's face turned beet-red. "Oh my God, Daddy! I was talking about the steak!" It was Carl's turn to blush. He dropped his head into his hands, groaning. The steak! He forgot about the steak. He groaned into his hands.

"Daddy?" Her voice was soft now. "You looked?"

Raising his head, he looked at her through misty eyes. "Yes, Punkin. I looked. You are so beautiful, and you remind me so much of your mom. I miss her so much. I'm so sorry!" A tear broke from his eye and ran down his face. 

Elyssa came to him, her slender body in contrast with his muscular frame. She slid into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, her cheek pressed to his. "Oh Daddy," she whispered, "I miss her too!" 

Together, they quietly wept, mourning their loss. It felt as though something had changed in their relationship, that this intimate release of grief had somehow brought them closer. After a while, when both had dried their eyes, they parted slowly, haltingly. The physical contact they shared was somehow precious now, and it was with difficulty that they finally separated. Carl stood, feeling wrung out. Elyssa stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. 

"Good night, Daddy. I love you so much." She turned and walked, slowly, up the stairs. 

"Good night, Punkin," he called after her. "Sweet dreams, sweet heart!"

He watched his little girl, now grown, climb the stairs. In his heart he knew that the innocent child he'd raised was still inside her, now supplanted by a life of experience. As she topped the stairs, he whispered, "I love you."

Chapter 3

His hands slid over her supple skin, oiled and slippery. She moaned and sighed as his big hands wrapped themselves around her ankle, pushing up toward her thigh. The muscles of her leg flowed inside his hands, and he pushed up with one sweeping motion. He moved from one leg to the other, then slid his hands up the outsides of her legs, over her hip, and up to her lower back. She was naked, face down, and as his hands moved ever higher, he felt his hardness press down between her ass cheeks. He kneaded her shoulders, bringing louder moans from her lips, as his cock head bumped against the tight opening to her ass. The oil made every inch of her skin slippery, and he moved slowly as she clenched her cheeks around his shaft. Her head turned, looking at him over her bare shoulder. "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my ass!"

He sat bolt upright, his body flushed, his heart beating furiously in his chest. He could feel that he'd cum in his sleep, the warm ejaculate dripping over his balls. He turned and put his feet on the floor, partly to feel connected to something solid. The room, still dark, swam around him, and he reached for his bedside lamp. The light was shocking and, as his eyes adjusted, he reached for a tissue. He pulled off his boxers, and wiped away the sticky cum. He felt numb, not even ashamed, beyond shame, overwhelmed by the path that his mind was taking. He knew he had to turn away from it but he didn't know how. 

He switched the light off again, and lay back down. His body was still awash with endorphins, and he lay there in the dark, his mind reliving the moment outside his sweet daughter's bedroom. He could see her belly, taught with pleasure, her lips parted, beads of sweat on her forehead, toes spread, her legs pushing down, almost lifting her ass off the bed. Her voice, from the dream, echoed in his head: "Fuck me, Daddy!" 

As the rush of orgasm passed, he felt like he was going crazy, that he'd been infected with some sort of sexual virus that was destroying his will, turning him into a single-minded lust-crazed monster that wanted nothing but to possess his beautiful teenage daughter. 

He thought of that moment, when they held each other and cried. That was what he wanted: Emotional intimacy. He didn't need to fuck his flesh and blood, his sweet little girl. He didn't need to corrupt the one good thing he had left in his life. No. He'd be a good father to her, and resolved not give in to this madness that had somehow swept over him.

In the darkness, he slipped back into sleep.

On the other side of the house, Elyssa slept. In her dreams, she relived a moment when she'd seen her parents making love. Their bedroom door was open a crack and, although she didn't mean to look, once she had she couldn't tear herself away. She remembered her father's body, so strong, hovering over her mother's more fragile frame. She remembered her mother's fingers reaching up to hold his face, their lips meeting, all the while his hips moving up and down, fucking his beautiful, glistening cock into her mother's upturned pussy. Their moans of pleasure were quiet, their motions gentle and controlled, yet there was a kind of loving passion that made Elyssa's body catch fire and burn. She felt drawn to them, wanting to help them along, to bring them closer to completion, to share in the love and passion they gave to each other. 

As she had watched, she reached down, pulling up her thin nightgown, running her fingers over her bare pussy. It was wet, soaked, dripping with juices, and she dipped her finger in, pulling it up over her itchy clit. She moved her finger in time with her father's thrusts, slow and steady. She could tell that her mother was close, that she was going to have a powerful orgasm. She wished, then, that it was her beneath her father, that she was being fucked by him, feeling his beautiful hard cock deep in her womb. He went on and on, far longer than any of her teenage lovers, who barely got inside her before they popped. Her body ached for that kind of love-making. She knew she'd never find it with boys.

She watched, rapt, as her mother began to cum. She pushed up, her legs gripping his hips, pulling him deep into her spasming pussy. She pulled his face to hers, kissing him hard, moaning, her body jerking against him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. As her mother's orgasm began to subside, he began moving again. This time, her mother began to moan more loudly, his motions sending her body into another intense spasm of pleasure. His hips moved faster, and he drove his cock into her, forcefully pounding against her. Their bodies slapped together wetly, and she could tell that her father was rounding the corner toward his own huge cum. She wanted to see him spurt, to shoot his hot sticky cum all over her mother. He didn't pull out, though. His body went stiff, and he cried out, as his testicles pumped their contents deep into her mother's womb.

In her sleep, she whispered, "Fuck me, Daddy!"

Chapter 4

For the first time in 19 years, there was a palpable tension between Carl and Elyssa. Both could feel it, both knew its source, but neither could bring themselves to confess the dark desires they were both so desperately trying to repress. Their normal morning hug, once easy and loving, had become awkward and nervous. Worse, each thought the other somehow knew of their perverse desires, and assumed that the distance the other held was born of revulsion. 

At the table, with the soft morning light filtering through the kitchen, Elyssa sat with her legs pulled up, nursing a large cup of steaming coffee. She sipped, and watched her father move through his habitual breakfast routine: Cereal with low-fat soy milk, whole wheat toast with organic raspberry preserves, and green tea. His white button-down collared shirt, blue tie, and gray slacks did nothing to hide his strong, fit body. His handsome features, though, seemed weary this morning and his quick smile was absent from his face. 

Elyssa knew that her mom's death had been hard on them both, but she began to see, just then, how much more it had meant for her father. They had been partners, friends, and lovers for more than the span of her short life. She knew that the loss had been devastating for him, but he'd always been strong, in control, and supportive for Elyssa. She had never, once, seen him grieve until last night. The closeness they shared in that moment of intimacy was something she craved. She ached for it. She felt that beautiful moment slipping away, becoming crushed by something that had risen up unexpectedly. 

As Carl munched on his breakfast, he could feel Elyssa's eyes upon him. She was so lovely, with the same fragile beauty his beloved wife embodied. She also had strength of body, mind, and heart. As much as he'd supported her during these difficult months of loss, she'd been there to support him. Her bright light was not attenuated by her sadness. They seemed to coexist without conflict, and this was something he aspired to. His feelings of fatherly love blossomed in his heart, and he lifted his eyes to hers. 

"Punkin, I love you so much." Big tears welled up in his eyes, but he didn't bother to wipe them away. "I don't want anything to come between us."

"Oh daddy," Elyssa cried, "I love you too!" She rose and came to him, sliding into his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. His big arms encircled her, pulling her close. Eventually, he had to leave for work, and she had school, so they parted ways. She watched, from the door, as her father walk to his car.

Chapter 5

Beats pounded, bass throbbed, and silvery electronic notes shimmered in the small, dark bedroom. Elyssa, eyes closed, threw her body around in time with the rhythm, her black hair fanning out around her pale face. In her imaginings, the beats were bodies colliding with hers, the bass turning her insides to jelly. Although the shades blocked the light, it did nothing to prevent the room from warming in the late afternoon sun. Her body glistened with perspiration, her thin, tight Stereolab t-shirt clinging to her slender frame, her sweat-shorts hanging low on her narrow hips. 

As the song ended, she collapsed onto her bed, breathing hard and feeling the endorphins flood into every cell. The next song started and, instead of getting up to dance again, she slid her right hand over her belly, up to her braless breast. She could feel her nipple harden as her fingers traced its outline through the thin cotton. She let her fingers play over her body in time with the beat. The music, and her pleasure, built in intensity, and she pulled her scant clothes from her body, reveling in the raw sensuality of her nakedness. She could smell her sweat, and sex, as her fingers flew over her mound, grinding the soft outer flesh into her clit, hidden beneath.

Elyssa smiled to herself, knowing that her father's car had just pulled into the driveway. As she masturbated, she turned her face to her bedroom door, waiting for him to appear. All day, she'd fantasized about this, about seducing him, about bringing him into her room, into her. 

That morning, as she sat in his lap, she felt him harden. At the time, she was so shocked that she didn't know what to do. Eventually, he softened again, but the memory of his manhood lingered, bringing a wicked grin to her face. She'd decided, as she watched him drive off that morning, that she'd have him inside her that night.

"Mmm, Daddy!" she moaned, dreaming of his big, strong hands, his muscular body. "Oh god, yes, daddy!" She couldn't hear him, but she saw his shadow at the top of the stairs, just outside her bedroom door. "Oh, please, daddy! Take me!" She cried out, calling to him, practically begging him to come to her. "I want to feel you inside me, daddy!" Her eyes were glued to the shadow, his form frozen. She could feel the struggle inside him, knowing all the morality and guilt that he was struggling with. "Oh god, Daddy, please fuck me! Fuck me now!"

It seemed like slow motion but he moved decisively and, in a flash, he was with her, naked, his lips on her face, her neck, his hot breath in her ear. His body glowed with desire, his eyes burned into hers, all shame and guild abandoned, willingly, to his overwhelming desire. His hands, and lips, were everywhere and her body began to writhe beneath him, responding to every touch. Her skin was slippery, and he became intoxicated by her scent. His hands found their way to her hair, his fingers entwined in it, and he simply looked at her, falling into her dark eyes, his heart filled to overflowing with love. 

"Oh god, Pumkin..." A threshold, a precipice, stood before them. They balanced on the edge. For a moment she imagined that he might turn back, turn away from the newly discovered passion they shared. She took her wet, sticky fingers and rubbed them onto his lips.

"Taste me, Daddy. I need you!"

With a low moan he pushed his way down her body, lifting her hips, and pressed his face into her fresh, wet pussy. His lips drew hers into his mouth, and his tongue swirled around her tiny nub. Her slender legs rose, falling on either side of his neck, her ankles pulling him to her. He feasted on her juices as her body began to tremble and shake. He wanted nothing but to feel her cum, to make her orgasm. 

"Oh god, daddy! Oh God! You're gunna make me... Oh yes, I'm....."

A wave of pleasure broke over her body, spreading out from her center. Her lips and toes curled, and her fingers clawed her sheets. He moved up, holding her tight in his arms, rolling her over so she half lay on him, his hands sliding over her back, and ass. 

"Good girl," he whispered, gently caressing her face. "Good girl."

Chapter 6

She lay, resting, with her head on his right shoulder. Her right hand lay on his chest and, as she began to recover, she began to move her fingers through his curly chest hair.

"You're awfully hairy, daddy," she said softly, her fingers moving lower, over his stomach. She leaned closer, pressing her lips to his. "Mmm, I never knew I tasted so yummy." He smiled, kissing her again. "You're delicious, like punkin pie!" 

She giggled at his silly joke, but her fingers moved lower still, teasingly dancing around his rock-hard shaft. She looked down at it, the tool of her conception, and knew what she had to do. She slid her right leg over his pelvis, straddling him. She leaned forward, her weight on her hands, her soft dark hair framing her face, and gazed lovingly into her father's eyes. 




Loss and Remembrance



NOTE: I especially want to thank takemeawaymylove for all her hard work and due diligence in helping this short story come to fruition. Writing is hard work, editing doubly so. I know first hand what it feels like to work under pressure in that environment. "C" deserves every bit of credit for midwifing this tale through the past few weeks. Any writer worth their salt would do well to consult this wonderful human being.




Azure eyes glaze over the center aisle of the convenience store, whispered voices carrying along with the footsteps of their owners. They navigate around the waifish teen blocking their way, angsty words muttered under coffee-stained breaths. Phrases like 'bitch' and 'idiot' drop casually out of the patrons' mouths as they glance over their shoulders, taking stock of the latest exhibit of the Millennial generation. 

A noise snaps Charlotte out of her reverie as she slings the tote over her shoulder. She blushes profusely, kicking herself for daydreaming yet again in the University Place mini mart. The young woman behind the counter laughs it off, as if that makes the embarrassment any less painful. Charlotte huffs as she walks towards her car, wondering if the August heat had turned her brain into mush.

The transition to college should have been exhilarating. But ever since she stepped foot on the quad, her above average IQ seems to have evaporated. It isn't just the cute boys walking along the promenade, or the stress of trying to fit in on a campus three thousand miles from home. Something else seems to be pulling Charlotte along. It lurks in the corners of her mind, a puppet master making her go through the motions day to day, as if she were performing a play that someone else wrote.

The door slams behind her as she steps into the apartment. As soon as Charlotte is able, she collapses onto her bed, the hemp tote thumping inelegantly on the ground. She closes her eyes, hoping there would be no further distractions, at least until the girls, come home. Wisps of chestnut hair caress her face as she clutches the vial around her neck, thinking of the beautiful flower she lost way too soon.

Cameron Lee Strong was a sun-kissed angel, a blond haired, blue eyed good ol' boy who loved Jesus, NASCAR and canoodling, though not in that particular order. They'd only gone out a few times when he drowned in a lake in Smithfield after a party with friends. Even though they only made it to second base, she still thought of him as The One. She fantasized about marrying him sometime after college, though Charlotte was unclear when that was.

He was 19 years old. She reacted to the news with the same legendary stoicism that carried her military family through the years. She hauled herself through the receiving line as guests from all over piled to pay their respects. With the same detached look her grandparents and great-grandparents bore, she greeted the greeters with a matter of fact glance that made her seem strong.

She kept the ashes as a reminder of his existence. Even as the necklace dangled around her neck, it made her feel close to Cameron, as if there were a physical connection between them that transcended time and space. At times, she thought she could feel his presence--a hand on her shoulder, a kiss on the neck--but she always chalked it up to her overactive imagination.

The moment she stepped on board the 757 bound for Seattle a few weeks later, she didn't even question throwing herself headlong into college so soon. She welcomed the challenge of juggling a part-time barista and college student. Her grades slipped as she struggled to make ends meet. It's only nerves, Charlotte thought, but a part of her wasn't so sure.

At least there were roommates. Living with three other women in an apartment near Gilman Park wasn't easy. Britt, Tegan, and Tali could be a handful, but every so often Charlotte would crack up whenever one of them said something funny and forget about her own baggage for a while, but the levity was always short lived. Charlotte wondered what it was that was holding her back, that made her so benumbed and aestheticized that she couldn't enjoy a sliver of gaiety without feeling guilty about it...

The front door slams as feminine voices echo throughout the residence. Charlotte,rolls on her side and pretends not to notice, fading into a world of her own imagination...

          ###

She could feel him on top of her. The fingers squeezing and squashing, elongated digits grasping at her supple skin as she lay prone on the bed.

But she was unafraid. A jolt of electricity shot through Charlotte as calloused fingers twisted her nipples. She gasped.

"Oh Cameron," Charlotte moaned, "I'm glad you're alive. It's been so long since you've been gone."

She couldn't see his face, of course. His body remained swaddled in darkness, but she she could just make out the taut outlines of his frame. A thin halo of white shimmered in the gloom as she pulled him towards her. There was something gauzy about the texture of his skin. It reminded her of satin or silk, a thin, almost velveteen sensation that contrasted with everything she knew about human anatomy.

She continued to tell herself that it was Cameron. But he didn't feel like him at all--he was different, more airy, ephemeral perhaps. Even as the figure loomed over her, his presence was more disarming than anything else. She could tell he meant no harm, but who he was--and what he wanted from her-- remained elusive.

He wasn't even human, for crying out loud.

She cradled his torso, running her fingers over the indentation on his right side. It had to be him, she reassured herself. It had to be Cameron. The scar told her as much. She took him in as he suckled her breasts, cradling his head as she considered the stranger in her midst. 

It was strange how he looked like Cameron, smelled like him, but otherwise resembled him not at all. There was something familiar in his touch, but none of it made sense. She entertained the idea of a being more powerful than herself at work, but that seemed ludicrous.

Her boyfriend was dead, and he was never coming back.

The figure lowered himself, kissing her stomach and belly button. Charlotte giggled as his tongue flicked over her midriff. She laughed nervously as he lingered, wondering where this was going. Secretly, she was aroused--more than she would ever let on.

He spread her legs.

"My roommates are sleeping next door," she protested, "What if they hear us?"

The figure didn't seem to mind. Charlotte gasped as he probed her, his lengthy digits tracing the folds of her sex. A ripple of pleasure shot through her. Her lover's ministrations only heightened her desire to have him inside her.

She jolted as he thumbed her clit, eliciting yet another wave of pleasure. She could get used to this. But what she really wanted was his seed--filling her, sating her, the come running down her thighs in a giant stream of sticky filth. The fingerfucking felt like a poor substitute. Beautiful, ecstatic, but a substitute all the same.

When he finally mounted her it was like a rocket engorged in her own body. He pounded her, each thrust going deeper, deeper, deeper as she cupped his ass. Yet her hymen remained unbroken. The blood should've trickled down her legs, but there was nothing. Just the warmth of his body against hers.

The thought was quickly banished from her mind as a new sensation grew inside her. It built up gradually. Her breathing became heavier, more pronounced. Her voice was a high pitched whine as she begged for him to let her come. Each second without release felt like a cruel form of torture.

When the dam finally broke, it was as though a tsunami rushed through her in a giant wave of repressed longing.

"Oh God!" she cried.

She reached out for him. But the figure was gone. Charlotte whimpered--a quivering, hot mess. The breeze comforted her as she fell asleep, yearning for her lover to come back to her.

          ###

Golden rays bathe Charlotte as she lay tangled underneath rumpled sheets. Her lidded eyes pry open as she groans, lying prone as amber rays illuminate the contours of her body. A contented smile creeps along her face as she stares at the ceiling, thinking of the night before.

A panorama of images march through her head. She sees her lover mounting her, his firm shadow pounding her and pounding her as she submitted to him. She half-remembers her own screams--sensual, joyous, unashamed. She smiles dreamily at the thought...

A blast of cold air caresses her body as her consciousness stirs. She becomes vaguely aware of the digits resting between her legs. They are long, slender, feminine--Charlotte's own. The scent of sex is heavy as she sniffs them.

Did she imagine it all? Has her subconscious been so warped by her boyfriend's death that she conjured up this...thing as a substitute? More importantly, did her roommates hear her?

She blushes in embarrassment. She climbs out of her soiled panties and strips the similarly soaked sheets from her bed, hoping to make a run to the local laundromat before

anyone finds out.

She steps into the shower and cleans herself off, examining herself with the thoroughness of a physician. The membrane guarding her vagina is still there. Charlotte frowns as her hands fall to her sides.

She remains a virgin.

Charlotte emerges into the kitchen in her jeans and tank top, droplets of water still dripping from her disheveled mane. She searches the faces of the women sitting around the table for some acknowledgment of what happened the night before. Three pairs of droopy eyes stare back, dark circles underneath them. The trio loll their heads lazily as they groan in unison, reminding Charlotte more of Homer's undead soldiers from The Odyssey, than a trio of butt busting college students.

"Good morning Tegan," Charlotte glances at the copper-haired member of the group.

"Charlotte?" the redhead groans, "Shouldn't you be at work?"

"My shift doesn't start for another hour. How are you holding up?"

"Don't get me started," Tegan clasps her head, "Britt wanted to go dancing so she dragged me and Tali to the club downtown. Britt damn near ground herself on every boy she met, and Tali was no better. They must've had twelve drinks between them, not counting the PBRs they had before we left. If it weren't for me we might never have gotten home."

"Don't look at me," Tali's tawny black hair falls over her eyes, "It was Britt's idea."

"You're the one who's been itching to get laid!" her flaxen-haired compatriot shoots back.

"Enough you two," Tegan glares at the pair, "It's Sunday. Can we at least go a whole afternoon without arguing?"

Tegan cradles her head. 

"Could you reach into the cabinet and get an aspirin?" she glances at Charlotte, "My head is killing me."

Charlotte plops the pill into Tegan's palm, who swills it with aplomb.

"I have to get ready soon," Charlotte eyes the clock mounted overhead, "My phone is posted on the fridge if you need me."

Tegan grabs her arm as Charlotte spins around. The pentagram around her neck glistens as the two women stare awkwardly at each other. The glint of metal causes Charlotte to squint as the glare penetrates her eye.

"Are you okay?" Tegan gazes at her, "You've been a little...off lately."

"I'm fine, Tegan. Honest."

"I can give you the number of my shrink if you need to talk to someone. The business card is on my dresser..."

"Maybe some other time," Charlotte pulls away.

As her sedan powers through the s-shaped curve leading past her future alma mater, she catches sight of the gothic spires reaching into the heavens. She wonders how Cameron would feel about her going to a public university three thousand miles from home. They never discussed it, yet the location feels oddly comforting. It is reminiscent of Wilmington--the flatness, the salty air, the teeming crush of humanity that bobs along the surface like the Puget Sound itself.

Every so often she catches sight of a customer waltzing through the door as she stands behind the counter, locks of sandy hair falling over his eyes. Her face brightens as he (it's almost always a he) hesitates in front of her, the thump-thump-thump of her heart beating like a steel drum inside her chest. Only when the young man lifts his face does her grin fade, forming into a thin smile.

A month after her boyfriend's passing Cameron's visage still looms over her. The smallest detail could send her reeling into the recent past, but it isn't really. Sometimes she finds herself talking to him, laughing, or otherwise staring longingly at the door as though he'd walk through as though nothing happened. It's a strange feeling to have.

Sometimes Charlotte wonders whether she left North Carolina at all.

The door slams behind her as she staggers into the apartment, still aching from being on her feet for more than seven hours. An exhausted sigh escapes her lips as her shoulders slouch. Flickers of candlelight catch her eyes as she struggles to adjust to the dim ambience. Charlotte spies her roommates sitting around the kitchen table, hands clasped together as they meditate intently over the rectangular object in front of them.

"What's going on?"

"Shh," Britt admonishes her, "We're trying to concentrate."

"Is that a Ouija board in front of you?

"Uh-huh," Tali replies.

"They wanted to hold a séance," Tegan says wearily, "I tried to convince them they didn't know what they were getting into. I still think it's a bad idea, but try telling these two numbskulls."

Britt elbows Tegan, eliciting a glare from the Celtic lass.

"You've done this sort of thing before?" Charlotte glances at Tegan.

H"You could say that."

"What are you standing around for?" Britt gestures towards her dark-haired roommate, "Join us."

"I've been on my feet all day," Charlotte pleads, "Maybe another time?"

"Don't be such a wuss," Tali eggs her on, "It's not like some poltergeist will get you in your sleep."

Charlotte shoots a look.

"What are you so afraid of?" Britt presses her, "Aren't you curious what's on the other side?"

Charlotte reluctantly caves, squeezing herself between Tali and Britt as the threesome hold hands. Her shoulders are tense as she waits anxiously for something to happen. Yet all she notices is the ticking of the clock.

"I need a memento," Tegan glances at them, "Did anyone here lose a loved one in the past six months? A granddad, a grandma?"

Charlotte glances at the vial dangling around her chest.

"My boyfriend's ashes," she hands them over, "He drowned a month ago."

"My condolences. Did he have a name?"

"Cameron."

"Thank you."

Tegan closes her eyes as she mutters a few words in an ancient tongue. They wash over Charlotte, a halting series of burrs and inflections that are as beautiful as they are confounding. The girls' grips increase as Tegan continues, her highland brogue causing their spines to tingle as they wait impatiently for her spell, or curse, or whatever it is to work it's magic.

For several seconds there is only silence. There is a rattling as the table begins to shake. The women struggle to stay in their seats as their chairs vibrate. Charlotte's teeth chatter as the violent sensation reverberates throughout the room. But Tegan is unmoved.

"He's here," she announces.

"How do we know it's him?" Charlotte glances at her, "It could be a demon for all we know."

"Ask him about something, something only you and he knows."

"What was my nickname in the fourth grade?" Charlotte murmurs haltingly.

Tegan's hand glides as the cursor guides her to a handful of letters on the board. They reveal themselves slowly.

"C...H...I...P...M...O...N...K. Chipmonk."

Charlotte's roommates raise their eyebrows at her.

"It was an inside joke," She shoots back, "You had to be there."

Weeks of unanswered questions bubble to the surface. The whys and hows and whens are far too numerous to mention. But one seems to loom over them all. Her lips tremble as she fights to form the words. But the answer is one she is dying to know.

"Are you... Are you happy?"

Tegan's fingers glide over the Ouija board once more.

"Y...E...S. A...R...E...Y...O...U?"

Charlotte pauses. The question of her own happiness is not one she has given great thought to. She bites her lip as she gazes into space, not quite sure of the answer.

"I...guess," she shrugs. "I don't really know."

"I...H...O...P...E...Y...O...U...F...I...N...D...W...H...A...T...Y...O...U...R...E...L...O...O...K...I...N...G...F...O...R..."

The room slowly returns to room temperature as the warmth fades. A wail of sirens echo in the distance as the women muster the courage to get out of their seats. Their hands tremble and shake as they catch their breaths, in awe of their encounter with the supernatural.

"That. Was. Awesome," Britt mumbles.

Charlotte stumbles toward her room and locks the door behind her.

          ###

She doesn't notice him at first. She lies in silence, the pulse of life teeming around her as the streets resound with the throng of students pouring out of the bars, footsteps marching wearily back to their dorms. They'll curse themselves in the morning, Charlotte thinks as she gazes at the moon. It is the middle of the night, but there is little else to do. Sleep eludes her like a lover, so close, yet not close enough to feel.

Silver rays bathe her as she rolled on her side. They dance and shift, moonlit shades of white that illuminate her nude body. The warmth isn't unpleasant. Much better than the chilliness outside. She pulls the covers over herself, but only halfway.

Something suddenly grabs her ankle. The hands are firm and supple, and definitely male. They are large and yet, there's something else about them that Charlotte can't place. The skin is velvety instead of elastic-- like being caressed by invisible satin. 

Charlotte freezes. How could this stranger sneak into her room while her roommates sleep? She should've been more vigilant. The stranger's fingers continue to wander as she lies prone, caressing her legs and lower back. Yet there was no cause for alarm. The caress is rather affectionate--tender, actually. A white hot warmth swaddles her as his fingers roam.

It feels like love.

She turns to face him, her eyes sizing up this stranger in her midst. She'd been here before. Many times she has imagined an encounter just like this one. He lived in her dreams, a shadowy specter with a thin band of light. Mysterious, yet comforting. It felt strange to trust in such an idea.

But here he is, standing at the foot of her bed.

She dares not believe. Could it really be true?

"Cameron? Is that you?"

The ghost nodded.

Her mouth is agape. He is like her boyfriend in every way--tall, muscular--yet also different. His shimmering form illuminates the room, a soft whitish halo that obscures everything she sees. His face is vague and in distinct, but it has to be Cameron. It has to.

Charlotte pulls him into a kiss, but only to be greeted with air. Her hands drop dejectedly to her sides. Of course.

"Should've seen that coming," she murmurs, "If only you were still alive..."

A thrill shoots up her leg as her boyfriend's velvety fingers roam across her thigh. The slightest touch sends tingles radiating through her body. She gasps audibly. Crests of pleasure wash upon her as he cradles her. She never enjoyed such delight when they were together, but he never really left.

She wishes it could be like this forever, a long unbroken strand of conjugal bliss that lasts an eternity.

Charlotte isn't an idler, though. Her nipples harden as she kneads them, nearly driven to orgasm by the various

sensations working in concert. The warmth of her boyfriend's presence is heavenly. A sly grin creeps along her face. She looked forward to having the ghost's prick inside her.




Loss and Remembrance



Then suddenly, the vibes stop.

"Cameron?" she stammers, "Are you there?"

Hands grip her sides as Charlotte feels her boyfriend straddle her. His weightlessness takes her by surprise. She expected to feel his weight upon her. It seems foolish in retrospect. The laws of physics don't normally apply to spirits. She chastises herself for her ignorance.

As she meets his gaze, Charlotte hears his voice inside her head.

"I'll give you what you want," he seems to say, "but you have to do something in return."

"What?" she pleads, "I'll do anything, anything you please. I'm just glad to have you back..."

"You have to let me go," he continued, "I've seen you. You carry too much baggage as it is. It's unfair for a pretty girl like you to be sad like this. Move on, get married, have kids. If not for your sake, then for mine."

Charlotte glances at the vial on her nightstand. She carried the ashes with her ever since Cameron's death. They once served as reminder of their love. But now they remind her only of loss.

"To hell with it," she thinks to herself, "maybe it's time to spread his ashes along the Outer Banks like I've been meaning to..."

"Okay," she nods.

She gasps as his prick eases past her petal-like lips. It's thicker than she'd imagined--plumper, major league even. But not unpleasant. The girth is perfectly calibrated to her needs. It is every girl's fantasy, and it's happening to her. Her mind whirls with the possibilities.

"Is this going to hurt?" Charlotte glances at Cameron.

The ghost shakes his head.

Charlotte grunts as Cameron grinds himself against her. She purrs as the invisible groin hums inside her. The vibrations pulse,and quicken as a sensation of unearthly delights flooded her senses. Yes, dear God yes...

The pounding grows fiercer as the tempo increases. She steadies herself, beads of sweat poring down her face as she clutches the sheets. A hyperphysical moan escapes her lips. Words literally fail to describe what is happening. It is movie-like.

Charlotte yelps as her hymen breaks. The pain subsides slowly as her vagina is flooded with a kind of ectoplasm. It is gooey and viscous, a molasses-like substance that mixes with the blood trickling down her legs. It clings to her body as her breasts are kissed by the breeze.

And just like that, Cameron is gone.

Charlotte's eyes search fruitlessly. He isn't there, of course. It doesn't really matter. She's a woman now-- happy, satisfied, sated, full. There'll be a time for explication, explanation, excuses, healing and so on. Yet as daylight breaks, she can only remain grateful to the spirit who released her, as much as she released him.

A smile creeps along her face as Charlotte drifts to sleep. There would be other lovers, other stories to tell. But at least she's finally free.



Loss of a Soul



There she was. The epitome of sex. How was it that I had managed to get her to glance at my direction throughout the night? She was slightly shorter than I. Her deep red hair flowed softly down her pale skin to her slender shoulders, framing her face wonderfully. Her eyes a deep rich seductive green that just begged to be craved by my soul. Her gaze was enticing alone. The dress she wore that night hugged her body tightly highly accenting each and every curve of her lithe form. Her bosom heaved with each breath she took. Her lips were full and as red as blood. That smile that hung from it was far too innocent, but I was too naive to know any better. Little did I know that this goddess before me was to be the instrument of my death, body and then soul alike.

Before that night, I never really had much luck with the ladies. It wasn't that I was ugly or had some grotesque anomaly about me. No, it was just that I was more of an observer to life that actually standing in the lead role. I stuck to the edges of crowds and never really mad the first move. That night was different though, she was just too beautiful not to try and make a move. I approached her slowly, maintaining eye contact and drowning with in the depths of her eyes, my confidence was growing with each step. When I got to her I did not worry about lines or tact, "Hi, my name is Jonathan," and offered my hand.

"Molly," placing her hand on top of mine as I drew it to my lips for a gentleman's kiss. "My, aren't we a bit out of place and time. I didn't think that guys these days even knew how to properly receive a lady."

With that, I had the night of my life in that club. We talked of every topic imaginable: our commonalities astounding, our difference made us alluring to each other. From that simple kiss of the hand, proceeded a slow dance, the dance turning into a more modern pace with are bodies pressing firmly together and our desires growing wild. We left the club shortly before two in the morning as it was getting ready to shut down for the night.

"I am having too much fun, Jonathan, why don't we retire to my place it's a pace away, but the night is still far too young."

"My dear you do not have to ask me twice. Right now, I think I would follow you off a bridge just to see where we land."

The wait for a taxi had been short and as we climbed into the back, the heat of the dance floors followed. Our mouths hungered to taste each others lips. Our hands casually, but steadily, exploring the new terrain found upon both of our bodies. The action only got a brief reaction out of our cab driver, but he quickly looked the other way.

Just as steam was starting to form on the rear windows we arrived at a nice little house. Gray siding with white trim seemed very timid for this very active and exciting girl, but I made no mention as she grabbed me by the hand and pulled me through her threshold. It was all I could do to pay the cab driver in the excitement and I still think he got a twenty dollar tip.

Once the front door closed, there were no pretenses as to the reasons of my visit. I pulled her tight into my body and brought her lovely face to mine for a long and passionate kiss. 

As our bodies started to melt into one another's, her hands made quick work of exploring my back and went straight to groping my butt. I was determined not to be out done and took one hand to her shapely ass as I lightly traced up her left side with my other hand until I was caressing the side of her breast. Her breathing and slight moan of delight gave me the courage to keep the assault and I slide my hand under the top of her dress and found her nipple standing proud and in need of attention. I removed my hands from their delightful places on her body just long enough to untie the top of the dress from behind her next and make quick work of the clasp holding the delicate lace that was barely a bra, freeing those globes of womanly perfection.

My mouth watered and I didn't have any self control as I slowly nibbled my way around her areola mesmerized and in a trance like state. I drew up one breast and started to suckle deep giving her an occasional nip.

Meanwhile, her hands were working fiercely at my belt buckle and trouser to search out what the heavens had endowed me with. To her delight and my pride, my member was fully erect and then some. As soon as she freed it from my waistband, it sprang forward inviting and begging for her attention at the same time. Her hands quickly took hold, trying to calm the beast but enraging the flames both of us were feeling. Her grip was soft and light, her skin velvety smooth. I knew then that I had found a sex goddess on earth.

I broke away from her breast and grabbed the sides of her dress pulling it down her body until it pooled around her ankles, she quickly jumped out of it and it was then that I saw her womanhood, beautiful and as bare as it was when she was born. 

"No fair staying dressed while I am completely nude."

She needn't say anything more than that between me racing out of my clothes and her assistance I was soon standing just as bare as she was. The hunger in her eyes could not be missed. She practically lunged at me seeking another kiss with her mouth and her hands seeking my rod. 

Her sex radiated heat as I was sure mine was an inferno in her hand. She quickly released it and threw both of her arms around my neck and jumped up straddling my body. She had perfect aim, my cock pressed lightly into her clit and then with a slight role of her hips and mixture of her juices, I slide directly into her depths. It was unlike any I had had before. It had a feeling of where I belonged. I could have stayed in her forever, but I was a man and could not resist the urge to withdraw and plunge back into her with wild abandon. 

She met each thrust, but my arms were starting to give way so we slowly lowered our union to the floor with her on top of me. I let her set the pace and could tell she was rapidly approaching her orgasm. I snapped. I flipped her over onto her back and lay on top of her. I pulled her legs up around my waist and gripped her ass tight in my hands pulling her into me as I thrust deep into her. Within seconds, her pussy spasmed all over my cock and that was all it took. With a grunt, I released jet after jet of semen deep into her womb coating her cervix. My climax triggered another in her and she pulled me down for another kiss.

She covered my face expressing how amazing that was and starting nibbling my neck. I just laid there momentarily worn out but not deflating enjoying the affection and afterglow. Suddenly, I felt a sharp prick at my throat. My brain was too fogged with after sex hormones to realize she was biting me. As suddenly as the pain had come it was replaced by such a euphoric rush of pleasure that my dick started to twitch again in her cunt. I couldn't understand why my vision was fading on the edges. I only wanted to be lost in that feeling. I was hooked on it like a drug fiend. 

I don't remember collapsing or the moment I completely lost my vision. The only thing I remember after that was the warm salty, yet metallic, fluid dripping on my lips. For some reason, it tasted great. I needed more! Yet, I was too weak to seek the source. I returned to the darkness.

That was three years ago. Since then, I have come to find out that she had been a vampire and had taken me as her play thing. Now, I am helpless but to feed on people least I die...or at least come to a state where I wish death was possible. She just laughs and teases me. She finds it funny to taunt me with her bringing "lovers" back and then slowly draining them, watching as the animal she turned me into take control and I feast with her, only to return to a such a state of shame as soon as that hunger leaves.

There is solace in all of this. I never have to go far for earth shattering sex. She's always ready for that whether we bring food into the games or not.



Loss of Control



"Excuse me...do you have the time?"

My question was innocent enough, and yet she still looked up at me with wary eyes. 

"I'm sorry, I don't. The bus should come soon though, I've been here a while."

I hesitated, and nodded. She went back to reading her book, and all I could do was stare. She was here every day, waiting to go home from where ever she had come. Usually the bus stop was packed but tonight it was only the two of us. She was so beautiful, I wondered why she didn't have anyone to pick her up- or a car of her own or something. It seemed so unfair for something so beautiful and perfect to have to struggle. Her black hair framed her face in ringlets and the way she stared up at me from beneath those bright red bangs and long eyelashes was luscious. The way she did her eyeliner made her eyes look animalistic- wild and hungry. 

I suddenly realized that those eyes were staring up at me again, and that I hadn't moved or sat down. I was just standing there, gawking at her. "Did you need something else?"

I bit my lip, nodding slowly. I could taste my own sweat. She was looking at me expectantly, not unpleasant but questioning. She scooted away from me and stood up. There wasn't really any place to go in the small covered area but she made due. "Well?"

By now the book she had been reading was closed and in her bag. I was betting she knew something was up. I stepped toward her and closed the space between us before I lost my nerve. I could feel her breath against my shirt, hot and quick. I put my hands on her arms and bent to kiss her. It was only a peck really, I was too nervous for anything else. She struggled, began to protest. I squeezed her arms tighter and pushed her hard against the glass. She gasped and I knew I'd been too rough, but I didn't care. I couldn't wait any longer. 

I kissed her again, roughly, plunging my tongue between her lips. I was squeezing her arms hard enough to bruise, and she made little moaning sounds into my mouth. I could feel her desire blossoming from the pain, as I had imagined it would. She was kissing back, passion rising in her like an animal waiting to be released, fueling my own until my lust for her became evident, straining against my jeans. 

I pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were wide, and wild; terrified. And yet under the fear I could see her need. Fear and lust were rolling off of her in waves, so strong it threatened to suffocate me. Her lips were red and swollen from my assault on them, begging for more. There wasn't any going back now. I grabbed the front of her shirt and dragged her out of the small structure and towards the trees. Her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. "Wait..."

Before she could say more I pulled her to me and kissed her again. She was weak with desire, her tiny struggles like the wings of a butterfly on my chest. I put my finger to her lips, "Shhh. I'll give you what we both want."

I turned and kept pulling her, her answer unknown to me. I let go long enough to take off my coat, throwing it on the ground. It spilled out wide, long and big enough to lay her on. I fell back onto it, dragging her down with me. I wasted no time and rolled on top of her, parting her legs with my knee. She was so scared that I could smell her fear, like expensive perfume. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head to the side and leaving her neck painfully exposed. I bit her, savagely, sucking at her sweet flesh. She cried out, pain and pleasure mingling in the strangled noise. Reaching beneath her skirt, I delved two fingers inside of her. I laughed against her flesh as she went rigid with the sensation. I untangled my fingers from her hair and reached up her shirt, tearing at her bra. It came free, the fabric parting easily. Lace was so easy to tear. 

She was so exposed. I could feel her hot blush against my cheek. Her breath was coming in gasps, and she squirmed beneath me. A hand came up and grabbed my hair, ripping me from her neck. I braced myself, ready to put up a fight to keep her beneath me. Instead her lips met mine and she kissed me, deep and passionate. She was such a skilled kisser, it made me wonder what else she could do with her mouth. I felt her shaking hands pull my shirt up, her fingers caressing my chest, pausing at my nipples. She pinched one hard enough to make me wince. I guess two could play at this game. 

I pulled my soaked fingers from her and pulled away from her mouth, replacing my eager kisses with my wet fingers. She was tasting herself, her eyes closed in enjoyment. The sight was enough to make me lose it. I tore at my zipper until I could free myself. I had waited long enough, it was time to take her. I tore her panties from her, leaving her sweet pussy bare to my assault. I pulled her close to me, her arms trapped by mine, her fingers digging into my back. I could feel the leather of her boots as she urged my body towards hers with her legs. 

I groaned and slammed myself into her. She cried out, her nails digging into my skin. The pain sent a shock through my body and I began to fuck her faster, a rhythmless, bestial pace, deeper and deeper until I could hear her breath hiss between her teeth. "Yesss..."

Her body arched against mine, and I could feel her taut nipples against my chest. I pulled her shirt up the rest of the way, and nuzzled one of her large breasts. She held my head to her and I began to suck on one of her nipples, rolling it against my tongue and teeth. I could feel the pressure building inside of me, and I hoped she was as close. I delved into her again and again, her hot pussy like crushed velvet against my hard cock. She convulsed helplessly beneath me, her orgasm rocking her body to the core. It sent me over the edge and I came inside of her, a ragged moan escaping my lips. 

Her body went slack, and I looked at her face, her eyes fluttering as though she were going to pass out. I brushed a lock from her cheek and kissed it gently. She smiled, and her world went black. I snuggled her close to me and sighed. Never had a hunter's catch been so delicious, so precious. She would be my new pet.



Loss of Inhibition



I have always been comfortable naked; indoors, outdoors it doesn't make a difference. Michelle on the other hand is not comfortable unless in bed under the covers. This started to change after hanging with me.

I live in the country and Michelle in the city. We will at times meet at a popular hiking trail when we choose to be outdoors. There are plenty of places to go to be alone.

I introduced Michelle to this wonderful place and it was here that she made love in the great outdoors for the first time. She did enjoy the feel of the sun on her body but was self conscious of being naked in public. We have never been seen but that does not help her feelings.

Our naked days in public (sort of anyway) were both exciting for the wonderful lovemaking and nerve racking for the possibility of getting caught. We would park at the far end of the cul-de-sac that comprises the parking lot for the trail. We would sometimes sit and talk in the vehicles or neck like a couple of teenagers, careful to listen for approaching vehicles and careful to keep enough clothes on to look respectable if some one were to drive to our end of the world. The thrill of getting away with something is fun in my eyes. (I'm not sure Michelle would feel the same way!) Other times we would disappear into the brush with a blanket and finish off our teenage petting with some good ol fashion love making that would be the envy any teenager.

One day when we went to "Our Place" it was cold, overcast and windy. This precluded a trip to the underbrush. I expected to spend the time talking to her and touching her. The chance to be naked and making love was slim to none. Boy was I wrong!

Michelle arrived after I did that day. I walked over to her vehicle and she got out. We embraced and went through the normal; How are you? Boy has it been a long time since we have been together. Etc.... 

We were leaning against her car and embracing. I ran my hands over her back and bottom and listened to the loving moaning sounds that Michelle makes when she is excited. I unhooked her bra and pulled her top and her bra over her breasts while she pulled my shirt out of my jeans and pulled it up also. We leaned into one and other and felt the glorious feeling of naked skin against naked skin. The warmth of our skin against each other has always been a major turn on for us. It was heightened this time by the cold wind blowing around us. The cold on our backs and sides only enhanced the warmth of her breasts against my chest. 

We were kissing and grinding fully clothed genitals against each other. This is a guaranteed way for Michelle to cum and today was no different. Michelle is highly capable of multiple orgasms and she will almost always have her first this way. We separated and still felt the cold wind but now cooling hot chests. The cold wind soon was taking its toll and we decided to sit in the car. 

My car is a lot bigger then Michelle's and we usually sit in mine but today we used hers. We climbed into the back seat and continued our conversations and touching session. I expected to bring her to climax manually as were in the parking area and at any time someone could drive up on us. 

We kissed and touched each other. We undid each others pants and began to touch over expectant genitals. The feeling was wonderful and I thought that this was to be it for the day. I would bring her to multiple orgasms manually and she would manually stimulate me then finish me off with her incredibly talented mouth. But alas it was not to be!

Our mutual masturbation session had over stimulated Michelle and caused her to go absolutely crazy. My shy little lover began to actually rip her clothing off! 

The usual way of removing clothing is orderly and right side out and neatly piled. But not today! Top and bra were pulled off inside out and just thrown down. At the same time each of her feet were pulling her shoes off. She yanked her pants and panties off in a wad and proceeded to pull her socks off. And there she was my shy inhibited lover naked as a jay bird in a public parking area! What a turn on!

I tried to get just as naked but she would have none of that. I had managed to pull my pants down freeing my rock hard penis when Michelle grabbed me and pulled me on top of her. She was kind of squished up in the corner of the back seat with her head against the window. She grabbed my penis and expertly guided into her waiting vagina. She was so moist that if I could have seen the moisture had to be running down on the seat.

Our lovemaking takes on differing degrees of intensity but today it was "Damn the torpedoes full steam ahead!" I pumped her as hard and fast as I have ever done so and she moaned and yelled like I have never heard before. What a turn on that is! 

There was no thought or care what so ever as to someone driving up on us. We made frantic love as if we were the only two people in the world. And for that time we were!

I am not so sure how many times that Michelle came during that incredible lovemaking but after I shot my load we were both spent. My cum had dripped out and baptized her nice leather seats for the first time.

We lay in each others arms and tried to regain our composure. It was one incredible lovemaking session. The intensity of our lovemaking and the incredible instant loss of inhibition made this a very memorable day. 

We found it is easier to get naked in a small car that to dress in one so Michelle had to step into the cold to regain her proper public attire. 

Since our lovemaking was quite unplanned Michelle was force to use her panties to clean up her 'baptized' car seat.

I do believe that not only was this Michelle's first time making love in car in a public place but also her first time out in public without any panties under her clothes.  

If I can manage it will not be her last!



Loss of Innocence



Alice is my Mother's younger sister -- my aunt -- recently back from an extended vacation in Europe. She was still looking for a job, and has moved in with my Mother, my sister and I. 

My Mother has been widowed for a long time. The stress of looking after two teenagers has left its mark on her and although she was barely 40, she looked at least five years older. Alice, without a care in this world, and being without stress was the exact opposite. I would guess that she's about 38 or so, but she still had the looks of an eighteen-year old. 

Being an eighteen-year old myself, I actually think she looked better than most of the eighteen-year old girls in my class. She had shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair, green eyes and a girlish sprinkling of freckles across her pert nose. She had a beautiful pair of breasts that were neither too big, nor too small. Her trim waist flared into wide hips and a lovely round pair of buttocks. 

The first time I saw her naked it was quite by accident, yet it left a lasting impression upon me. 

I was washing my motorcycle in the driveway and suddenly needed to use the bathroom. I rushed inside and saw that the bathroom door was not quite closed. I assumed that it had been almost blown closed by the breeze, so I didn't knock. As I pushed the door open, I heard someone say: "Hey! I'm busy here."

I looked up and there she sat, naked on the toilet. "Sorry," I stammered. "I thought the bathroom was empty." I started turning around to leave.

"That's okay -- honest mistake, I should most probably have closed the door properly, but I was in such a hurry to pee," she smiled, her green eyes locking onto mine. 

I wanted to look away, but couldn't. 

"I... I should-" I indicated over my shoulder with my thumb.

"No, wait, I'm almost done, and then you can use it." She seemed totally at ease sitting there in front of my naked. I could hear her pee tinkling into the bowl and suddenly I felt the heat in my crotch as I got a hard-on. "Uhm... I really should be going-" 

"C'mon, we're both adults here. I'm almost done," she smiled while unrolling some toilet paper. She spread her legs wide then and I could see her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair above her pouting pussy - droplets of pee clinging to the dark red glistening lips. O, fuck, I was going to cum in my shorts.

She wiped herself and stood up. I kept looking. She was gorgeous. Her nipples were quite long and dark, the areolas fairly big. Her cunt bush was trimmed into a thin coppery strip that ended just above the cleft of her pussy. 

"It's all yours," she said and walked past me out of the bathroom. I think she meant the toilet, but somehow, her suggestive smile made me think different. 

Most nights this was the scenario I replayed through my vivid imagination as I lay masturbating in the privacy of my room; my hand clenched tightly around my thick cock until I eventually shot my warm youthful seed across the washboard of my stomach. 

* * * One Friday while I was busy studying for my exams; my mother announced that she and my fourteen-year old sister Aileen were going to visit my paternal grandmother across state. I would stay at home to study and Aunt Alice would provide some adult supervision.

That Friday night, she ordered us some pizza and we rented a movie. It was also the second time I would see her naked -- well, partly naked - sort of...

"Here's the money for the pizza guy," she said handing me some money. 'I'm just going upstairs for a bath."

Later, after the pizza had arrived and I had the DVD in the player, she came downstairs dressed in a midnight-blue satin robe.

"I thought I'll just get ready for bed now, and then you can have the bathroom to yourself after we've finished watching the movie. Let's grab those pizzas and get started, I'm hungry."

We watched the first part of the movie -- a typical Teen horror thing with scantily clad, curvaceous screaming girls -- while eating pizza. When we were done, she got up and leaned over me to take away my plate. The top of her robe fell open and I could see down her cleavage; those big beautiful tits with their dark nipples inches from my face. Then she straightened up, smiling at me knowingly before carrying the plates to the kitchen. 

I shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide the erection forming in my sweatpants before she returned. I watched her as she returned to the TV room and sprawled opposite me on the couch. The hem of her short robe rode up her milky thigh and I caught a glimpse of her sweet pussy, before she rearranged the garment.

"Okay, let's carry on," she smiled innocently, her eyes meeting mine. I looked away and stabbed the play button on the remote. Throughout the rest of the movie, I stole glances at her. She seemed totally engrossed in the story and didn't notice. 

Later, alone in bed as my hand flew up and down my wet, straining shaft, I imagined that my cock was fucking in and out of her warm cunt, until I shot a huge load of cum all over my chest. 

* * *

On Saturday morning, as I was showering, I heard the bathroom door open and looked through the frosted glass. A naked Aunt Alice walked in and said: "Sorry, Dan, but I can't hold it any longer. I just have to use the can." She didn't wait for my response and sat down on the toilet. I turned my back and continued soaping my body. It was difficult to concentrate as I heard a steady stream of pee splatter into the bowl behind me and I could imagine the warm golden spray shooting from between those dark-red cunt lips. It took all my willpower not to turn around and actually look.

Soon, involuntarily, my soapy hand was moving rhythmically up and down my hard-on. I didn't even quite register the fact that she had flushed the toilet. Then I heard her ask: "Hey, what are you doing?"

My hand dropped from my cock and I looked over my shoulder. She had opened the sliding door and peeked at me through the gap. Indignantly, I replied: "Aunt Alice! I'm taking a shower."

"C'mon big boy, don't play mister innocent with me. You were wanking off, weren't you?" That familiar, knowing smiled played at the corner of her mouth. 

"Uhm, I was washing my privates, that's all," I answered.

"Liar, turn around, let me see," she ordered and when I hesitated, she said, more sternly, "c'mon, Dan, turn around -- now!" Then she slid the door all the way open.

I turned off the water and slowly I did as she asked; my hands cupping my dwindling hard-on.

"Take away your hands."

"Please, Aunt Alice..." I begged. This was going too far.

"Dan, take away your hands or I'll tell your mom you're a little perverted peeping-tom."

My hands dropped to my sides reluctantly. "Ah, I was right. You've got a boner! Oh my God, it's beautiful - and so big." She said in awe, licking her lips. "May I touch it?"

"Aunt Alice, I..."

"Don't play all coy with me, young man. I've seen you perve over my tits and my pussy, or did you think I wouldn't notice? I've even seen you jerk off in your room a few times." She stepped closer and took the weight of my manhood in her cool hand. "Oh, that feels so smooth."

"Uhm... I..." I stammered as she slowly pulled my foreskin back, exposing the engorged purple head completely. 

"I want to suck your lovely cock," she said and sank to her knees in front of me. 

I no longer wanted to argue. I wanted my Raging hard-on in her lovely mouth. I wanted to fuck her face and shoot my load down her throat. "Yes... yes, Aunty... suck my cock. Make me cum."

"Horny little bugger. I'll suck it alright and I'll make you cum, but don't call me Aunty, my name is Alice."

"Okay Alice, but please suck it -- now!" I thrust my hips towards her. As I looked down I noticed a pearly drop of pre-cum ooze from my cock. 

"Oh, lovely sweetness," she murmured as her tongue swirled around the drop; drawing it into her mouth. Her hand kept pistoning slowly up and down my straining shaft and her tongue flicked at the underside of my cock-head. I was in heaven. That which I had spent so many nights fantasizing about was actually happening, or was I dreaming?

Then her mouth closed around the thick purple head and part of the shaft. My cock was surrounded by a warm, comforting wetness. I looked down and our eyes met; she winked at me while continuing her oral ministrations. My hands lifted away from my sides and started stroking through her soft hair. I moved my hips in a slow rhythm, fucking her mouth. While her one hand stoked along the shaft of my dick, her other hand playfully cupped my heavy balls.

After a while, her hand let go of my balls and I felt it sneaking between my ass cheeks. She let my cock slip from her mouth and said: "Spread your legs."

I complied and she immediately resumed her blowjob. I felt her hand moving between my legs again. Then her finger circled my asshole, which contracted involuntarily. "Wha-" was all I managed before her finger deftly entered my puckered ass. Fuck, it felt sublime.

When her finger started fucking my virgin asshole, I could hardly hold back. I knew that I was going to blow my load soon. I had to warn her, because I didn't know if she wanted me to cum in her mouth, but then I didn't care anymore. I wanted her to taste my cum.

"Ohh... fuck... aunt...I mean... Alice! I'm going to cummm..." I growled and pushed her head down on my cock as I felt the first thick spurt shoot down her throat, and then another and another. She pulled her head back and the last spurt ended up on her cheek and in her hair. 

She looked up at me, cum dripping down her face and out of the side of her mouth as she withdrew her finger from my ass and asked: "was that what you wanted, stud?"

"Oh God, yes, Alice! That was great."

"Hmm, your cum tastes nice. It's been a while since I've had jizz for breakfast," she smiled and licked the last drops from my cock.

She climbed back to her feet and grabbed me by the hand. "My turn now. Come and eat my sopping wet, hot cunt." She closed the toilet lid and sat down, leaning back with her legs spread wide. "Time for your breakfast..."

I stood staring in awe. Although I'd previously glimpsed her pussy, I had never been able to have such an unobstructed view. Below the thin strip of coppery curls upon her lower belly, the outer lips of her cunt were prominent and puffy, while the inner lips, which protruded from the glistening cleft, were a dark pink; almost red. When she spread the lips invitingly with her fingers, I could see a thick coating of slick juice oozing down onto the seat beneath. At the top of her wide open pussy, her clit was a hard purple- pink nub; quite long and thick. 

"C'mon, your feast awaits," she smiled. Feast indeed. I sank to my knees between her spread legs. As my head came closer, I could smell the earthy, heady scent of her arousal. 

Tentatively I stuck out my tongue and licked at the scalloped lips. It tasted like nothing I'd ever tasted before -- different, but nice. I licked some more, my tongue now entering between the wet lips. 

"Oh yeah, lick that pussy good," she moaned and grabbed my head in her hands. It was obvious that she didn't want the tender approach. I complied and grabbed her legs, spreading them wider, before really diving in.

I licked along the open slit of her cunt, first up and down for a few times and then started concentrating on her erect clit. After a while of playfully flicking at it with my tongue, I sucked it into my mouth and licked it harder. 

"Oh God, Danny, eat me. Suck my clit and make me cum all over your face..." My aunt whimpered, her fingers moving through my hair; her fingernails lightly scratching at my scalp.

I remembered what she had done for me and I blindly searched for her asshole with my one hand. Then I found it and pressed my middle finger against her resisting sphincter. When it entered, she moaned: "Yes, fuck my ass with your finger while you suck my cunt. Make me cum; make me cum with your finger in my asshole!"

I kept licking and fucking her with my finger until she screamed: "Oh... aahhggg.... Fuckkkk... yes... yes... I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I sucked harder, frantically swallowing the torrent of sweet juice flooding my mouth. She pulled my face tight against her throbbing wet cunt. "God, but you have a great tongue." Afterwards we showered together, exploring each other's bodies further. We both knew that the rest of the weekend would be equally exciting.

* * *

Throughout the rest of the morning, the sexual tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. I could hardly concentrate on my studies as I heard Alice move around the house. Later, while making sandwiches for lunch we often touched each other and exchanged deep kisses. I had a constant hard-on. 

We took our sandwiches outside and sat on some deck chairs eating them. Alice was dressed in a very skimpy white bikini and I wore a baggy pair of shorts. Between bites of my sandwich, I stole glances at where she sat opposite me. 

She noticed, and while giving me that familiar knowing smile, she spread her legs wide. Her plump pussy bulged against the flimsy material covering her crotch. I had trouble swallowing the piece of sandwich in my mouth and the bulge in my pants grew. Suddenly I was no longer hungry. I wanted her.

"Show me how you wank," she said nonchalantly. 

"Uhm... I..." I felt the heat in my face as I blushed.

"C'mon, don't be shy. I know you do it almost every night. I'd love to see. Show me, and I'll show you how I do it."

"Do you...?" I asked uncertainly. I have never thought that she also masturbated, but I guess it made sense. 

"Of course, everybody does it. It is natural." Her slender hand was playfully rubbing the crotch of her bikini bottom. 

Reluctantly I pulled my hard-on from the top of my pants. A drop of pre-cum oozed from the hole. 

"No, no, take off your shorts. I want to see your balls and everything," she instructed, her hand still busy between her legs. I noticed a dark stain forming on the material between her fingers. She was as hot as I was.

"Okay, but you too," I answered boldly.

"No problem." She lifted her hips and slid the bikini bottom down her hips and legs and then kicked them aside. "Happy now?" she asked as she spread her legs wider. I again gazed in wonderment at that lovely wet pussy. I wanted to taste it again -- soon. I got up and slid out of my shorts before sitting down again.

"Carry on, show me," she insisted, her middle finger sliding between her moist cunt lips. I took my cock in my fist. I've never thought of myself as particularly big, but I knew that my cock was fairly thick -- my own fist hardly closed around the shaft. I'm uncut and pulled back the foreskin, exposing the head which looked like a hard, glistening plum. Another dribble of pre-cum ran down the side of the shaft and onto my fist as I built into a slow rhythm. "Oh God, you have a beautiful cock," Alice whispered and licked her upper lip suggestively. 

"You think?" I asked, fishing for compliments from this sexy woman finger fucking herself for me. 

"Take it from someone who knows, Dan. You have nothing to be ashamed of. It's so thick, and that head is huge. You'll make any red-blooded woman happy." I kept pumping my fist up and down my straining shaft as she spoke. My eyes locked on the action of her fingers in her wide-open pussy. 

"You have a beautiful pussy," I returned the compliment. 

She gave a short laugh and said: "Seen many, have you?"

Again I blushed as I realized she was mocking me. "Yeah, I have... on the net." 

"Ah, yeah, should have figured. But how many real pussies have you seen, Dan?"

I hesitated before blurting, "Just two, including yours."

"Oh? Who did the other one belong to?"

"Just some girl in school, and I didn't actually get a good look. She was sitting opposite me one day during lunch break. Her skirt rode up and she wasn't wearing any panties."

I didn't realize that my hand had stopped moving when Alice said: "Don't stop jerking off. Work that cock. Look at my wet open cunt while you do it."

I resumed pumping my cock, my gaze never wavering from her crotch. She now had three fingers inside her and a stream of juices had run down between her legs, across her exposed asshole and onto the lounger below, staining the wood. 

As if sensing that I was about to cum, she admonished, "don't you dare cum yet! I have other plans for that beautiful cock." I squeezed my fist tightly around my shaft, trying to keep back the flood. Maybe she would blow me again. I certainly hoped so.

She got up and walked the few steps to my chair, untying her top as she did so. Then she put one foot next to my hip on the chair and straddled me in a fluid motion. She was now standing above me and I looked up to the point where her long legs joined. A shiny strand of juice ran from her wet pussy to her upper thigh and slowly rolled down her leg. Fuck, she was sopping wet! I reached out and twirled it around my finger before sticking it in my mouth. It had that same salty sweet flavour I remembered from that morning. I was addicted to pussy juice. "Hmm, you taste nice."

"You like the taste of my pussy, huh?"

"Like it? I love it! Can I eat you?"

"Later, first I'm going to fuck you. I want that thick cock of yours in my wet cunt," she answered and sank down on her haunches. Her open excited pussy was only inches from my dick. She grabbed my shaft and aimed the purple head at her inviting opening. Slowly she sank down on my pole. I could feel her wet heat engulf me. I looked down my body and saw that I was now completely inside her, her pussy lips squashed against my pubic bone. My mother's sister -- my aunt -- was fucking me! I knew it was wrong, but it was the best feeling in the world and I didn't want it to stop. 

Alice slowly moved her hips, almost a grinding motion, her head thrown back and her mouth slightly open. Her tongue darted between her lips. "Oh God, this feels so good. Your cock feels so good inside me," she moaned. "Touch my tits, please."

I complied, feeling the soft weight of them in my hands. I ran my thumbs across her rock-hard nipples. They were a dark pink-brown, about an inch in length and burned with a heat of their own. "Pinch them," She ordered. I took them between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed lightly. "No, fuck, harder! Hurt them!" she growled through gritted teeth. I did and she moaned in pleasure, her pubis grinding against mine. 

"Look at me, look at my cunt fucking your cock," she ordered and almost lifted clear of my shiny shaft before sinking down again. She kept this up for a while and I looked as I slid in and out of her open sex. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. 

Suddenly her breathing became faster. A red flush spread across her chest and she shouted: "Oh God, I'm going to cum. I'm... aahhggg... yes... yes... I'm cumming! Fuck me!" I grabbed her ample hips and slammed her down onto my pistoning cock, doing as she pleaded. "Yes, yes... ohhh... YES! Make me cum again. Yes... I'm close... I'm cumming... againnnnn!"

I kept fucking up at her, my hips bucking furiously, the air filled with the wet slapping noises of our pleasure and she whimpered: "don't you dare cum inside me, please." Fuck, that was going difficult. I wanted to ignore her and pump my virile young seed deep into her womb, but she was probably right. I stopped bucking. She leaned forward and kissed me chastely. "Thanks, Dan. Don't worry, I'm going to make it worth your while, I promise." Then she rolled off me.

For a while, she played with my wet, hard cock as she lay next to me on her side. "Want to titty fuck me?" she asked. Her green eyes had that playful light in them again. 

"Uhm..."

"You know what a pearl necklace is?"

"Jewelry?" I asked innocently. 

She laughed and patted my cheek. "Not that kind of pearl necklace, silly. Get up, let me show you." I did as she asked and she rolled onto her back. "Okay, now come and sit on my stomach, with your cock between my tits"




Loss of Innocence



I climbed on top of her, my legs straddling her waist and my sticky cock nestling between her breasts. I could feel the heat emanating from her. She placed her hands either side of her tits and squeezed them together, clamping my cock between them. "Okay, now fuck them," she smiled. 

I moved my hips back and forth, looking down at where my thick rod moved between her tits. As the head came out the top, she licked at it with her tongue. It felt sublime. "Yeah, I'm fucking your tits," I growled, now emboldened by her enthusiasm.

When I was close, I warned her: "I'm going to cum."

"Yeah, cum on my tits. Shoot your warm cum all over me!" I moved faster.

Then I couldn't hold it any longer. "Oh, fuck... ohhh... yeah... I'm gonna... I'm cumming!" Thick ropes of milky white cum shot from my pistoning cock. The first spurt hitting her below her chin, the second splashing across her throat and the last two - less powerful - running across the top of her breasts and down her sides. 

"Yeah, that felt good. I love being covered in your hot jizz. Look. See how it looks like a pearl necklace. You've given me a pearl necklace." The pearly substance did look like a necklace nestling in the hollow of her throat. She dabbed her finger in it and stuck it in her mouth. "Yummy. You cum tastes great." I blushed again. 

* * *

We spent the afternoon cuddling and petting on the couch, while watching old movies. At one stage she blowed me again and still later I returned the favour as she sat on the kitchen cabinet. 

We spent the night together in my Mother's bed, fucking in almost every thinkable position and ended it all with another blowjob in which she sucked me dry. 

Satisfied and totally spent, we fell asleep in each other's arms. 

* * *

On Sunday morning I woke up with Alice playfully licking at my semi- stiff cock. "Hmm, that feels good," I murmured and ran my hand through her tangled hair. She smiled up at me, her tongue flicking at the underside of my cock-head. 

"Danny, I want you to cum inside me," she whispered sleepily. 

Why the sudden change of heart. Surely the reason for her not wanting it earlier was still valid? "You mean with a condom?" I immediately asked.

"No, I wouldn't feel you hot jizz inside me if you used a condom. There is another way..." she answered mischievously. "How?"

"I want you to cum in my ass." I must have gulped audibly, because she laughed and then added: "surely you've heard of it?"

Heard of it? Fuck, I have been fantasizing about it since I saw the first picture of a man fucking a woman anally. I merely nodded.

"Good. But that's for later. First come and eat me and then you can fuck me doggy-style again. I want to cum again while you fuck my wet pussy with this thick, hard, beautiful cock of yours. Only then you can cum in my ass, okay?"

I was eager to please and I certainly didn't mind eating her again. I crawled between her legs and moved them apart with my hands, and then I pushed her legs back against her breasts, exposing her pussy and asshole completely. 

I savoured the earthy smell of her arousal and looked at her swollen, wet cunt. I spread the lips delicately with my fingers, exposing her prominent clit and lightly kissed it. She gasped and immediately grabbed me by the head. "Slowly, sailor..."

I moved lower, running my pointed tongue down the slit of her cunt, all the way to the bottom and then still further. My stiff tongue circled her creased sphincter, which puckered even more at my touch. "Ah, you naughty boy, you are a fast learner indeed." I took that as consent and inserted the point of my tongue into her ass as far as I could. She moaned and I noticed her hand was busy fingering her slit. I alternated the stabbing motions with little licks around the creased hole, giving her a decent rim job. I could hear the wet noises of her hand in her juicy pussy. 

Eventually I returned my attention to her cunt, first licking her sticky fingers and then replacing them with my own. I stuck three fingers inside her as my tongue sought her clit. She made soft mewling sounds and bucked up at my hand. I added a finger from my other hand, wetting it in her juices. Then I blindly felt for her sphincter with that finger and penetrated her easily. I was now finger fucking her cunt and her ass, while devouring her clit. I had trouble keeping her still below me as she bucked uncontrollably. "Oh God, you're killing me. Oh, it feels so fucking good. Eat me; fuck me with your hands. Make me cum again."

I kept this up until I heard her scream: "Ohh... Oh, fuck, yes... yes... I'm close. Lick me... Agghhh... Yes, YES! I'm cumming! Aaaagghh!" At that moment, I slowly removed my finger from her ass, feeling the involuntary contractions around it, while my other fingers pistoned in and out of her faster and my tongue thrummed across her clit. Soon a warm flood of juices covered my hand up to my wrist. Her hips were bucking wildly below me and she was scratching my scalp as her hands clawed at my head. I kept licking her until she lay still and then removed my sticky hand and face from her red, open sex. 

"Oh God, Dan, you are going to be something special," she smiled and patted my slimy cheek. "Just let me catch my breath and then you come and fuck me with your cock." I was more than ready -- a thick thread of pre-cum oozed from my cock and down my thigh and my hard-on was a painful presence. There was also a numb, pleasant pain in my balls. 

She rolled over and got up on her knees. She bent forward, her head on the bed and her arms above her. Her perfect round ass was facing me and below the brown ring of her anus, her glistening wet pussy hung open invitingly. This was -- in my opinion -- probably the sexiest pose a woman could take. I ran my fist up and down my shaft as I crawled closer. 

I scooted closer still, aiming my cock at her opening. With one hand on her hip and another guiding my dick, I slowly entered her. "Ah, yes, Dan, put it in me, all the way. I want you to fuck me hard. Make me cum again."

I now had both hands on her hips and shoved my hardness deep into her wet heat. It felt like heaven. Soon I was fucking her hard, fast and deep, my balls wetly slapping at her cunt every time I sank into her. "Yes, you stud, that's it. Give it to me. Yes, YES!" Then I felt her hand beneath me, lightly fondling my sack. I had to concentrate hard not to blow my load. I started counting backwards from a hundred; I did difficult calculations in my mind -- anything -- to keep from cumming inside her cunt. 

My diligence was soon rewarded when she moaned: "Yes... Yes, Dan... There, just there... Oh... Oh God, fuck meee... I'm cumming... cumming... AGAIN!" I felt her pussy contracting around my cock as I held it deep inside her. I gritted my teeth and repeated the mantra: Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum...

When the contractions stopped, I withdrew. My cock was absolutely covered in a thick, slick coating of her juices. Alice rolled over onto her back below me and drew her legs up against her chest. "It's your turn now, cowboy. Come fuck my ass. I want to look in your eyes as you cum in my hot ass." 

Again I moved closer. "Take some of my pussy juices and lube up my ass with it," she instructed. I stuck my finger into her well-fucked, wide-open hole and then transferred some of the thick liquid to her asshole. I did this several times, until her puckered hole was also covered in a slick coating. "Now stick your cock in my pussy to coat it too and then you can fuck my ass."

I eagerly did as told, recoating my cock with her warm juice before pressing it against her back door. "Take it slowly. Just put in the head and then stop, so I can get used to it. I'll tell you when to carry on," she coached. "Press slowly." I did, first feeling some resistance and then her sphincter relaxed, welcoming my purple knob into her. "Ah, yeah, stop. Hold it. Hold it."

I could feel her ass contract around my cock a few times and then she asked: "Okay, push some more. Slowly. Ah yes, slow, slow... yes darling, your cock feels so good in my ass." I kept pushing, ready at any moment to stop again, but she kept quiet until I hit bottom, feeling my heavy, painful sack slap against her warm butt and then she groaned: "Hold it still for a while."

After a few more contractions she said: "Okay, I'm ready, fuck my ass now. Fuck it like you mean it. Shoot your hot cum deep in my fat ass!" Who was I to argue? I grabbed her upper legs with the crook of my arms and pulled her into me. My hips moved in a flurry. I looked down in amazement as my thick shaft disappeared and reappeared from her stretched asshole. Fuck, it was beautiful -- it looked even better than it did in pictures; the heat and the tightness was sublime. "Yes, Dan, fuck it. It feels sooo good with your thick cock in my ass."

I realized that I was not going to last much longer, mental arithmetic or not. I had to have some release - soon. I felt my balls contracting and knew I was near. I had to warn her. "Aunt... I mean Alice... I'm close... so close..."

"It's okay, Danny darling. You've earned it. Cum for me, shoot your hot seed deep into my bowels. I want you to," she whispered, her hands reaching for my face. "Come here, I want to kiss you as you cum."

I leaned forward and she wrapped her arms around me. Our mouths met and she forced her tongue past my lips. I reciprocated. We were devouring each other as I released my pent up lust. My cock jerked twice, three times, deep inside her and thick spurts of hot virile cum filled her asshole. "Oh yes, Danny, yes... fill my ass with you hot jizz. It feels wonderful, darling," she whispered, kissing my cheek.

Soon afterwards, my hard-on subsided and slowly slid out of her. As I moved away, I could see a thick drop of my milky-white cum ooze out of her puckered asshole. It looked as sexy as anything I'd ever seen. 

* * *

We showered together afterwards and again brought each other off with our hands. It was difficult to refrain from touching her the rest of the morning, while we waited for my unsuspecting Mother and sister to return. 

Who knew what the future would hold?



Loss Of Virginity



The year was 1942. He stood on the wooden platform of the railroad station in his hometown dressed in his army green uniform, saying good bye to his family. His mother was weeping, his father barely containing tears that were burning in the back of his eyes. The train whistle blew for the third time, and the conductor called out, “All aboard.” He hugged them both and said, “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be all right.” He stood on the step of the train as it pulled away, waving to them, and fighting his own tears. He found a seat, sat down and was on the way to his destiny.

France, he thought, France. I’m actually on my way to France! He Laid his head down on the back of the seat, and thought about the events of the last few months. 

Barely out of High School, he had returned home from helping his father in the corn fields. Laying on the kitchen table, was an official looking letter addressed to him. His hands shook as he opened it and read the first line. Greetings, it said. Greetings! His father walked in, saw the look on his 18 year old son’s face, as he turned to look at him. His father took the letter from son’s hands, read it and said, “Son, we all knew it would come sooner or later.” “What is it,” his mother said, as she walked into the room. “It’s Johnny’s draft notice,” he said. His mother turned white, as the blood drained from her face, and she sat down at the table. “Oh no!”, she said, as tears rolled down her cheeks.

He opened his eyes and remembered the look on his mother’s face. He didn’t have to go. He was an only son, and was needed on the farm, but he knew it was his duty as an American citizen, to heed his country’s call. He discussed it with his father. His father told him that the farm would be OK and to go, if he thought he had to. 

He didn’t want to think about all of that now. He looked out at the country side rolling by, and listened to the lulling sound of the train wheels, as they chugged down the tracks.

He turned his head when the squeaky door to the compartment opened. A hostess, dressed in a blue uniform, entered with a cart of refreshments for the young men going off to war. He could only see the back of her, as she pulled the cart in behind her. she was tall, with long legs, red hair and nicely built. Her uniform fit her like a glove and he felt himself come to life, when she turned around and he saw her breasts straining at the front of her jacket. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she was! She smiled sweetly at him, as she passed out refreshments. When she stopped in front of him and asked what he wanted, he could hardly speak.

“Well, hello Johnny. I’m Gloria. Do you remember me?”

He remembered her all right. She was a couple of years ahead of him in high school and the girl all of the boys wanted to go out with. He had heard the stories they told about her, how experienced she was, and the things she had taught them. He also remembered the day she approached him and asked if he would like to take her to the beach on Saturday. Oh yeah, he wanted to take her! Instead of saying yes, he said no. telling her he had to help his father on the farm. He kicked himself all of the way home for lying to her. He should have taken her to the beach! If he had, he wouldn’t be going off to war still a virgin. Eighteen years old and still a virgin! Old enough to fight a war and never been with a woman! 

He had come close several times, while necking with his various girlfriends, and had even gotten as far as sucking a breast once and feeling between her legs. He was so hard then, he thought his cock would break off if she touched it. He slowly and gently began to stick his finger inside of her, when suddenly she pushed his hand away. She started crying and said, “I can’t do this, I’m sorry I can’t go through with this.” He remembered how he ached, how badly he wanted her and how disappointed he had been.

“Yes, Gloria, I remember you,” he said to the redhead.

She looked at him and smiled appreciatively. “You’ve filled out, Johnny. Your not a boy any longer.” She looked at her watch and said, “It’s 7:00 o’clock and this is my last car before I’m finished for the day. Would you like to meet in the dinning car for supper at 8:00 o’clock?”

“Yes, I’d like that very much.”

He was seated at the table when she entered the crowded dining car. All heads turned to look at her. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The emerald green dress she wore complimented her figure and her red hair. She knew how to attract attention and she certainly had his. She smiled brightly at him and his heart melted. He stood and seated her across from himself. 

They ordered their meal, and sat and talked about their hometown, people they knew and what had changed over the years. She told him that she took this job with the railroad as a hostess so she could do her part to bring some cheer into the lives of the young men going off to war. Sometimes she would play cards with then, or joke with them, or just sit and listen when they needed to talked. 

He listened to her talk now and wondered if she was still the kind of girl she was in high school. All during supper, she had been looking at him, smiling and touching his leg under the table with hers. He felt himself grow hard more then once, since sitting down to eat. Damn she smells good, he thought. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of her. Her voice began to fade into the background, as he imagined what it would be like to see her naked. His gaze dropped to her breasts and his heart skipped a beat. He looked at her full lips and imagined kissing her. He was hard and getting more uncomfortable by the minute.

“Johnny?....Johnny?” The urgency in her voice caught his attention. “Are you all right? You looked a little flushed.”

“Yes,” he said, as he cleared his throat. “I’m fine.”

She smiled at him, knowingly, reached across the table and held his hand. “Johnny, do you remember the time I asked you if you would like to take me to the beach?”

“Yes, I remember.”

She looked around the dining car , which had cleared out considerably, and said in a soft voice, “Some of the boys told me that you had never been with a girl. Was that true?”

“Gloria, that’s kind of personal.”

“I wanted to be with you , Johnny. I wanted to be your first time. I liked you then, even though you were younger then me. You were very good looking and I knew you would be a find looking man one day, and here you are. A fine looking young man and I’d still like to be with you. I have a sleeper car near the back of the train. Would you like to go join me there?”

He couldn’t believe his ears. She wanted to be with him! This beautiful woman wanted him! He was going to lose his virginity, at last. “Yes, I’d like that very muc,” he said.

She flashed a dazzling smile and said, “Shall we go then?”

He rose from his chair, and she took the hand he offered her, as they walked to her compartment. She told him on the way, that hers was a private car that she shared with another hostess, but the hostess was away on vacation, so they would have the entire car to themselves.

They entered the private car and shut the door behind them. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, tracing his lips with hers. He crushed her to him and forced his tongue into her mouth with a heat he couldn’t control. He devoured her mouth, while pushing his hard cock into her stomach and grinding his hips. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him away. “Johnny, slow down! We have all night.”

“Dammit Gloria.”

“Have you ever been with a naked woman before?”

“No, I haven’t, and I’m nervous as hell.”

“Don’t be nervous, I’ll show you what to do.”

“I know what to do,” he said. “I grew up on a farm, remember?”

She looked up into his eyes, smiled sweetly and said, “I’m sure you Johnny, but I’m going to show you ‘how’ to do it. How to please a woman. How to become a lover.”

“Right at this moment,’ he said, “I don’t want to be a lover, I just want to fuck!”

“Patience darling, patience.”

“Patience hell, Gloria. “Are we going to this or not?”

“Yes we are and with out further delay. Take your clothes off and then take mine off.”

He was out of his clothes in seconds and had hers off soon after. She stood in front of him naked, the first time he had seen a woman completely naked, except in pictures. She looked like every fantasy woman he had ever dreamed of. Her skin was white and flawless, her breasts full and high, and larger then he expected. She was beautiful in every way, but all he could think about was fucking her, and hoped he didn’t cum too soon. He reached out and pulled her close to him, pressing her body into his. He ran his hands down her back, and cupped each ass cheek, as his hard....thick.... cock throbbed against her stomach. He sucked her full breasts and couldn’t wait any longer. “Gloria, please,” he said.

She took his hard cock into her hand and he thought he would cum right then and there. She led him to the bottom berth, where she laid down, spread her legs wide, and said, “Take me Johnny.”

He mounted her and without hesitation, entered her. He couldn’t believe how wet she was. How warm she was. The tightness of her muscles wrapping around him, molding to his cock, forming a perfect fit. How unbelievably good she felt beneath him. Finally he thought, finally! He didn’t think of anything after that. He was just in the moment. An animal, rutting! Fucking! He thrust all the way inside of her, pounding, pounding, arched his back, and felt a tingle all the way to his balls, then climaxed! It ended too soon. He was disappointed it was over, but thought to himself....oh yeah....I want to do this again! He collapsed on top of her, thinking that it was like every wet dream he had ever had......wet dream....wet dream....wet dream....wet. 

He woke with a start and realized he had been dreaming. His hands immediately flew down on himself to feel for wetness. He didn’t know how, but he was dry! Damn!...That dream seemed so real! He took a deep breath, laid his head down on the back of the seat and looked out of the window. He turned his head when the squeaky door to the compartment opened.

He saw a hostess dressed in a blue uniform enter, pulling a cart of refreshments for the young men going off to war. He could only see the back of her head as she pulled the cart in behind her. He felt himself stir. She smiled sweetly at him as she passed out the refreshments. When she stopped in front of him and asked what he wanted, he could barely speak. 

“Well hello Johnny. I’m Gloria. Do you remember me?”

Oh Yeah, he remembered her all right!!!

Deja vu????  



Loss of Virginity



It all took place approximately four weeks ago. Colin was over at my house, as he usually was in the late evening. Naturally, neither my father nor anyone else in the house knew, as they were all asleep. Colin and I have spent dozens of nights together before, with hardly touching one another. However, this time, things were different.

We stayed up late watching a movie, but toward the end of it, Colin began to get one of his headaches. Sometimes they can be stopped or at least diminished with a massage, so I offered to give him one. I positioned myself behind him on the bed, and started to gently rub his temples. I massaged his forehead, his neck, and his shoulders. After a while, he began to relax, and his headache started to subside.

Afterward, he said that he should return the favor...since I've often massaged him, but he had never done it to me before. I thought, why not? I've never turned down the opportunity for a good back rub. So we switched places. I thought if he massaged half as well as he kissed, this would be great. I had no idea what I was in for.

He began with my shoulders. His long, pianist, fingers were quite suited for this kind of thing. I immediately began to melt with him kneading all the tension away almost effortlessly. I leaned back, resting against him, and he moved up to my neck....which happens to be a hot zone for me anyway. After a minute or two, I felt his breath on the side of my neck. I asked him what he was doing. He replied with, "I love your perfume." Then I felt myself being pulled closer to him, and a soft kiss placed behind my right ear. It was followed by a seriese of kisses trailing down my neck and on to my shoulder. Had I known for sure where this was going, I would have stopped it then...but...I didn't.

He turned around and the kissing continued, eventually meeting with my lips. Before I knew it, I felt pressure as he started to gently press against me. I knew what he was trying to do- but again, for reasons I don't even know, I allowed him to ease me down on my back. Soon after, he let all his weight fall over me. I knew then that if it was going to stop, it would have to be that moment...but I wanted it to last for just a moment longer. I felt his hands run up my back, forcing their way between me and the mattress. HIs mouth once again made its way to my neck.

I said his name and gently pressed against him to indicate things had gone far enough. He stopped for a moment, and shot those strikingly blue eyes at mine. He said nothing, but gazed at me, then gently trouched my face. He then leaned in again and whispered in my ear, "It will be all right." Then I felt his tongue slide under my ear, presently followed bya tender nibble and suck of my earlobe. Goosebumps rose all over me. That along with the fan blowing the scent of his cologne in my face, and the warm weight of his body on mine, made any possibility of stopping disappear. His "tongue exploration" continued down my neck to my collar-bone. It wasn't long before the buttons of my shirt began to come apart.

My heart was racing. I was somewhere between desire and sheer panic. I can't even describe all the thoughts that were going through my mind- all the what-if's. What if this ruins our relationship? What if he doesn't like it? What if he hates me afterward? What if I get pregnant?...and so forth. At that moment he stopped. He came back to my ear and asked, "Do you want me to stop?"

I couldn't think what to say. Part of me wanted him to go on, but my sense of morality and logic were warring against my lack of willpower. So I laid there in silence a moment. Just as he was about to get off me, I managed to say, "No." There was no going back from then on. That's when I made the decision that if I was going to go through with it, I was really going to go through with it all the way. So I took it upon myself to help him out of his shirt as well. From that point, there were no more inhibitions.

Colin took no time in undressing me. His hands presently found my breasts...shortly followed by his mouth. It was then that I could feel something firm poking into my skin. He didn't seem to care, but kept with his exploration of my body. My own curiosity took hold, so I reached down and began to fumble with his belt-buckle.

It wasn't long before we were no longer hindered by clothing.

I was surprised at Colin's sudden fervor. He's always been the mellow one...the gentle kisser, the tender toucher, the soft speaker. Yet, suddenly he was quite...ravenous. But then he did slow down long enough to take in the view of my nude body lying beneath him. He must have liked what he saw, because he made his way down. I could hardly believe what was happening. He gently pushed my thighs apart, and buried his head between them. I arched my back as I felt his tongue slide into me...all around my sweet spot. Then he began gently sucking it, and slowly inserted his fingers into me. 

I don't know how long it was, but the sensations were incredible. Once he had tasted all he wanted of my cunt, he crawled back over me, once again allowing his weight to fall...this time skin to skin. He looked into my eyes with an expression that was indescribable. Still looking into my eyes, he gently pushed my thighs further apart. I then felt him reach down, and a pair of long-pianist fingers once again slid into me. His other hand travelled upward, once again finding my nipples and lightly squeezing them, one by one. He leaned in and began kissing my neck and shoulders.

His fingers slid out, and he paused a moment...re-positioned himself...and then it happened. I felt a sharp tinge of pressure between my legs, and I took in a deep breath. He eased his penis into me, gently...but there was still pain. He asked if he was hurting me. I lied and told him he wasn't, so be began thrusting...slowly first, then faster and harder. I thought I'd have to ask him to s top...but he was obviously into it. He started panting and groaning...then I realized...so was I. I was surprised to discover that it didn't hurt anymore, but had become an intense sensation...not pain nore pleasure...just a very intense feeling. Then that intensity did begin to feel good. So good. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his neck and chest as he pumped into me.

I could hardly control my moans and sighs as he rhythmically rocked his body with mine. His eyes glazed over in an expression of ecstacy, and the sweat from his forehead dripped onto my bare breasts...heaving with the motion of his thrusts. 

I'm not sure how long it lasted. It felt like hours...an eternity. At last, he released a loud gasp and moan, and I felt him shoot up into me. The sensation sent my head spinning, and I found myself gasping and moaning as I came. Afterward, we rested a while and talked. Then we fell asleep together...our bodies still entertwined as one.



Loss of Virginity to a Pro



This story is 100% fiction and is just a fantasy of mine of how I wish I had lost my virginity. Any mentions of a real person's name or places are just parts of my fantasy.

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"Hey, Sam, where are you man? Aren't we going to do something for your big 18th birthday party?" a friend of mine from football asked me on my cell as I was on the road to a special destination.

"Oh yeah I forget to tell you man but I have to cancel. I decided to go on a little impromptu trip. Sorry man maybe when I get back," I said not lying to him but not telling him the whole truth.

"Alright man, well call me when you get back so we can do something," he said as he was hanging up.

"You got it man. Later," I said as I hung up my phone and turned it off as my heart started to beat faster as I was getting close. 

I guess I will introduce myself now. My name is Sam and I am a senior at my high school and I just turned 18 today and this is the retelling of my day. I stand at 5'8" weighing 196 lbs with brown hair, blue eyes, and a 6 inch uncut cock. I was always a shy person and never had a girlfriend or kissed a girl up to this point and ever since I had been watching porn I have had a crush on Isabella Soprano. I was one day checking the website out of the Bunny Ranch in Vegas that is in the show Cathouse on HBO and I saw that she was working there the day of my birthday and I thought this is my opportunity to lose my virginity and learn from a professional.

I finally decided to do it the night before and called everybody who I was supposed to hang out with today and cancelled except I was so caught up in the excitement that I forgot to call the friend who just called me. I told my parents I wanted to go on a little road trip for my 18th birthday and they were fine with it since I never really go anywhere and they knew I was responsible. I got packed up early today for the trip and left for Vegas right after I went to the bank and started an account and got a debit card and then I was on my way.

From the time I left the house that morning my cock never went down even after I took a cold shower that morning to try and make it go down. I was also in the middle of a thing I do where I hold out masturbating for a few weeks to build up for a big orgasm when I finally masturbated and it had been 3 weeks today so I was really backed up.

The rest of the way was uneventful as I just played some music the whole way and took a little stop in Barstow. My heart never stopped beating, anticipating the event that was soon to happen. I finally arrived there at around 3 in the afternoon and my whole body was shaking and my heart was beating fast from my excitement slash nervousness. 

I finally got up the nerve and went up to the door and pushed the door bell. I was standing there waiting for the hostess to open the door and it felt like hours had gone by but it was only a few minutes. 

"Hello and welcome to the Bunny Ranch and if you will just show me your id before we get started," the older hostess said to me as she stood in the doorway to the building.

I was not expecting that so it took me a second to respond," Huh? Wait what did you say? I am sorry I am just a little nervous" 

"Oh don't be nervous we are all friendly here but I need to see your id to make sure you are 18. We have to follow the law," she said smiling at me and rubbing my arm making me feel a little more at ease.

"Ah, my id yes sure thing. Here it is," I said as I flipped open my wallet showing my id.

"Ah, just turned 18 today well congratulations and we welcome and thank you for spending this great day here with us. Now if you will please follow me in," she said as we walked into the front room where I almost came in my pants as I saw a row of beautiful woman standing before me, "Now please stand here and the ladies will introduce themselves to you and then you can choose one and they will tell you what shall happen from there. Ok ladies this here is Sam and now lets begin,"

The ladies started introducing themselves down the line and I have to admit there were a few that really caught my eye but once I heard the familiar voice and looked and saw Isabella I almost fainted having just seen my fantasy in real life. I was hooked from then on not even paying attention to the rest of the girls just gazing at Isabella probably to me the most beautiful woman on earth and the proverbial girl next door. 

"Sam which girl...Sam?" the hostess asked me as the ladies got done introducing themselves as I was lost in a trance looking over Isabella.

I finally snapped back into reality, "Huh? Oh I am so sorry I was just kind of caught up in the moment. I have never been in the presence of so many gorgeous women."

They all thanked me for the compliment as she asked, "Well would you like to choose one of them now and get things started?"

"Oh um sorry yes I choose Isabella," I said as my heart skipped a beat as she walked up and slid her hand out to shake mine. 

"Hello Sam it is nice to meet you. Why don't you follow me?" she said as we shook hands and she started walking in front of me to the bar. 

I was such in shock by the realism of this happening so I couldn't even speak but shook her hand and followed her to the bar as I surveyed her back side. 

"I will have a martini Johnny," she says to the bartender, "What would you like Sam?"

"Umm umm just a diet coke thanks," I barely was able to say as I was still in complete shock.

"So you not a drinker Sam?" she asked as she smiled at me.

"Umm actually no I am only 18 so I can't yet," I was able to stutter out in response.

"Are you ok?" she asked probably thinking something was wrong with me.

"No, no sorry I am just a little nervous is all," I said still stuttering.

"Aww that is so sweet there is nothing to be nervous about we are all friendly here. Just relax and we will have some fun ok?" she asked making me feel more comfortable.

"Thanks for being so kind and I definitely hope we get to have some fun," I said smiling at her.

"So do I you are really cute and I think we could have a lot of fun together. So what brings you to the bunny ranch besides the obvious?" she asked smiling at me.

"Well first off I have to say you are gorgeous by the way and I have had a crush on you for years. I will be honest with you though I am a virgin still and well I came down here hoping maybe you could help me get rid of my virginity," I said with a hopeful look on my face.

"Well thank you for the compliment and I am very flattered that you want me to help you lose your virginity and I have to say I would be honored to help you," she said as she rubbed my leg.

"Oh my god you don't know how relieved that makes me feel. So umm since I am new at this, what should we do now?" I asked just as we got our drinks.

"Well I think we should grab our drinks and head to my room and we will see how things go from there," she said as she grabbed my hand in hers.

"Well that sounds good to me," I said as we grabbed our drinks and held each others hand as she led me to her room.

It seemed like forever before we reached her room but it was only a couple of minutes before we reached her room. She opened the door and ushered me in as she turned around and closed and locked the door behind us.

"Here let me take that," she said as she grabbed my drink out of my hand," Why don't you go sit on the bed and get comfortable." 

"Alright," I said as I let her take my drink as I walked over to the edge of the bed and took off my shoes and socks. 

Once she got done sitting our drinks on a dresser in the room, she turned towards me and walked over and sat facing me on the edge of the bed and asked, "So, Sam we already know you are a virgin but what have you done with a girl before?"

"Well to tell the complete honest truth I have done nothing with a girl yet but I would like for you to teach me as much as you can. I have plenty of money so that is not a problem," I said as I looked at her deep in her eyes.

"Well to be honest I am so honored that you chose me to initiate you into the wonderful world of sex don't worry about the money. I will teach you as much as I can and we can make a deal so it won't cost you that much," she said as she started to rub my arm up and down especially my triceps, "Wow these are very nice. Do you work out?"

"Thank you for being so understanding. I have to admit I am so excited about this. I do actually since I play football," I said as I looked her deep in her eyes.

"Well it sure is paying off because you look great. So where would you like to start Sam?" she asked me as she kept feeling up my arms.

"Well I guess we better start with the basics like kissing," I said as I smiled at her with excitement since my nerves had been eased.

"Ok now Sam I want you to show me what you have got," she said as she sat there smiling at me.

I was so excited I didn't even respond but slowly moved into and placed my lips ever so slowly onto hers letting them start to mess into each other as I started to moved to the side. I brought my left hand and placed behind her head as I held her head in place as I moved side to side letting our mouths mesh. Just as I was getting into it I felt her tongue start to slide into my mouth as I opened it and starting to massage my own tongue. I figured I should reciprocate and start to do the same thing back to her for a few minutes before she slowly slid away from me.

"I am sorry did I do something wrong?" I asked scared as I didn't want anything to ruin this.

"No Sam actually have you done this before because you are really good at this?" she asked.

"No but thanks for the compliment," I said as I blushed.

"Well I think it is time to move onto the next step. I want you to kiss me again just like we were doing but now I want you to start exploring and feeling around my body," she said as she smiled at me and started to lean towards me for another kiss.

"You got it," I said as I took her face in one hand as one slid from her shoulder down to her breast giving it a soft squeeze not knowing how hard to do it.

She slowly slid back from me and said, "Sam when you do that you don't have to be so gentle you can be a little rough depending on the girl me personally I like it rough."

I grabbed her breasts and started kneading them rougher until I heard her making a noise and I thought I hurt her so I stopped but she said, "No Sam don't stop that feels great," I started kneading her breasts even more as moans and groans started to escape her beautiful lips as she threw her head back with her mouth wide open and her eyes close shut. 

I decided I would move this a little further so I stopped kneading her breasts so I could slide her shirt off but when I started that she brought her head back down and asked, "Why did you stop Sam?"

"Because I want to be able to do this to your bare skin," I said as I let go of her shirt.

"MMM I love a man who takes initiative. Go ahead and do what you want Sam. I am here to teach and please you," she said as she raised her hands up over her head.

I felt like in heaven when I saw her magnificent globes of flesh trapped by a skimpy see through bra. I went back and started French kissing her roughly as I reached around to unhook her bra. I think she enjoyed what I was doing because she was moaning and groaning into my mouth. 

I slowly started to kiss along her face down to her neck licking and kissing my way there sensually as she said with her head back and eyes closed, "Oh god Sam that feels great. You sure have a real talent at this."

I went to her earlobe and started nibbling that and I started licking and sucking all over her neck making my way down to her cleavage where I licked up and down through it making her groan and moan so loud I thought somebody would come and check on this. 

"Oh my fucking god Sam you are amazing. You pretty much already know all the right spots to get a girl going. I don't know how much more I can take Sam before I just go crazy," she said as I started to lick and suck and nibble all over each of her breasts making sure I don't touch her nipples.

I use my hands to started unzipping her skirt and sliding it down as I place my mouth hovering over her nipples and then dive down and suckle and bite on them in which she yells, "Oh fuck Sam that is it I am fucking cumming!"

She starts writhing around with her arms and legs flailing around and I stop not really knowing what to do. I let her slowly calm down and she finally does end up lying on her back with her eyes closed and a smile on her face as she said, "Wow Sam that was amazing. I never expected to cum but you are amazing at foreplay and I couldn't help myself. Let's go get our drinks so I can calm down and then we can move on is that fine with you?" 

"Oh of course I am just excited that I was able to at least make cum as some form of reciprocation for what you are doing for me," I said as I walked over to get our drinks.

I walked back to the bed and gave her drink to her and she said, "Why thank you Sam you are such a gentleman and I do not understand how you are still single and a virgin. You know since I am naked why don't you take off your clothes."

"As you wish," I said to her as I slowly slid my shirt off giving her a little show and I slowly unbuttoned my pants and slid them and my boxers down letting my rock hard cock bounce up in front of me.

"Wow Sam very nice. You look hot and your cock looks so tasty and nice," she said as she licked her lips.

"Oh thanks but your just saying that I wish it was bigger," I said as I took my cock in my hand.

"What? Why would you want it to be bigger? Yours is just the right size for deep throating and to go to the hilt in a woman's pussy and remember if you really know how to use it that is what counts," she said as she stared at it and licked her lips.

"I never really thought about that but you are right. Hey Isabella I have always wanted to lick a woman's pussy. May I lick yours?" I asked as I looked at her with hopeful looks.

"Oh my I love a guy who wants to lick a pussy, of course you can Sam," she said as she lay back on the bed as I went and put the drinks back.

I walked over to her slowly as she spread her legs apart exposing her magnificent pussy as she ran a hand over it as she looked at me and asked, "Is this what you want big boy?"

"Yes it is," I said as I licked my lips as I stared at her now puffy juicy lips.

"Well come and get it," she said as she smiled at me.

I slowly walked over in between her spare legs never taking my eyes off her juicy puffy red pussy lips as I went down on a knee putting my face right up to them. I slowly snaked my tongue out and took a slow long lick of her pussy from the bottom all the way to her clit. 

Once I reached her clit she threw her head back moaning and said, "Oh fuck Sam yes lick my clit. Oh god yes just like that."

I did as she asked and started to flick her clit with my tongue tasting the amazing juices of her pussy as I slowly slid my hand up and started to knead her breasts when she said, "Oh god Sam you are amazing at licking my clit but instead of kneading my breasts why don't you slide a finger in my pussy."

I didn't respond since I was a little busy with her clit but I heard what she said so I slipped a finger into her pussy and I tried to find her G-spot right away wanting to give her a really good orgasm. 

I must have found it and kept rubbing there fast with my finger once she said, "Oh fuck yes Sam right there. That is the spot. You are going to make me cum."

Once I heard her say that I started really rubbing as fast as I could with my finger as I sucked her clit into my mouth and it didn't take long before I thought she must have peed because I felt a shot of liquid push my finger out of her pussy and it sprayed all over me as she let out shrieks, moans and groans as her body went into spasms. 

I slid back on my knees to let her calm down before she finally got up and looked at me with glazed over eyes and an almost hungry look and said, "Wow Sam you are fucking amazing at this. It is hard for me to believe you have never done this before. Only a few select few professionals have made me squirt," she saw me looking at the juices on my hand and body, "Oh Sam that is female cum. You can try it it is not pee."

I took a small lick off my fingers liking the taste so I started sucking it all up and saying, "Wow that tastes so good."

"Ok Sam I think it is time I finally reciprocate to you. Why don't you sit down here," she said as she patted a spot on the bed next to her.

I did as she said and walked over and sat down where she indicated as she got down onto her knees in front of me and told me, "Now just relax Sam and enjoy."

I lay back on my elbows as I watched her take my cock in her hands sending surges of pleasure throughout my body as she started to stroke my cock slowly. 

Her tongue slowly slithered out of her mouth and took a quick lick of the precum on my cock head making me groan, "Oh fuck Isabella that feels so fucking good. I am so fucking glad you are my first."

"MMM you taste so good Sam and I am sure glad I am the lucky one to introduce you into the world of sex," she said between licks all over my shaft and balls.

She started to hover her mouth over my cock before opening it and sliding her mouth down to my balls and using her tongue to lick my balls making me yell, "Oh fuck Isabella I can't hold it any longer. I going to fucking cum," I took a hold of her head with my hands and held it there as my cum started to pump from my cock down her throat and she swallowed it all without missing a drop.

"Mm that was tasty," she said as she swirled her tongue on her lips before I pulled her head to mine with my hands and slipped my tongue into her mouth kissing her and getting my first taste of my cum before she pushed me away and said, "Wow Sam you sure are aggressive."

"I am sorry I just can't believe my fantasy is true," I said as I sat back trying to calm down.

"Well believe it big boy because this is all real. Now I think since your little friend is still awake that we finally pop your cherry," she said smiling at me as she lay back on the bed with her legs spread waiting for me.

I slowly moved between her legs as I grabbed my cock into my hands stroking it just a little as I placed it at the entrance to her pussy. I started to rub my cock up and down her slit making sure I paid special attention to her clit.

"Oh fuck Sam please just fuck me. I need your cock in me now," she said as she lifted her head up and looked at me with a lust filled gaze and glazed over eyes. 

I did as she said and slowly slid my cock all the way to the hilt in her pussy making her moan and groan as her eyes shut. I started to go faster and harder as I held onto her shoulders.

"Oh fuck yes Sam fuck me faster and harder," she yelled as she grabbed a hold of my ass and started to pull me into her pussy.

I started to go faster and harder minute after minute as I my balls slapped her ass and my hands started to roam around her body exploring. 

I started to hear sloshing noises coming from her pussy as she yelled, "Oh fuck Sam you are making fucking cum. Oh fuck I am going to squirt...oh fuck here it comes."

I felt a tremendous pressure on the head of my cock pushing it out as I was covered by a spray of juices flying from her pussy as her body spasmed as she moaned and groaned with her eyes opened.

Seeing probably one of the most erotic shows in my life forced me over the edge shooting my cum all over stomach coating her in it. I fell on top of her as I said, "Oh my god Isabella that was so erotic. Thank you for introducing me to the wonderful world of sex."

"Yes it sure was great. No thank you for the pleasure of introducing you to it but I am afraid I have nothing left. You were amazing and I feel so drained," she said as she was slowing down her breathing.




Loss of Virginity to a Pro



"I am glad you said that because I don't know if I could get it up again. That was so amazing," I said as I rolled off of her and started to calm down as well.

We both started to calm down when she finally said, "I think we should get dressed now."

"Alright," I said as I started to get my clothes on.

We both got dressed when I started to get my wallet out but she put her hand on mine and said, "No Sam don't worry about paying for this. It is on the house. I have never been pleased that much before and the honor of taking your virginity is enough payment. In fact I would like to give you my personal number and e-mail and maybe we can do this again sometime or just keep in contact."

"Oh my god Isabella I don't know what else to say but thank you. I am forever in your debt," I said as I walked up to her and gave her a passionate deep kiss.

We finally broke our kiss when she said, "I think we better get going."

"Ahh darn ok," I said not happy that we had to part but I knew we had to. 

We made our way out and we discussed to the hostess our arrangement of payment and then she gave me her information and that is when I left and headed home where I am now retelling this story. I already sent her an e-mail and we decided we would meet up again next week but I will have to tell you about that later. Thank you for reading this story and please if you have any comments or concerns please feel free to leave them and please vote. Thanks again.