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Love & Lust

By: DukeRG



Scott's heart and mind raced as he drove. It was 11:28. Amber's train was due in just 2 minutes. Had it really been only 3 weeks? It felt like months since he had last seen her, last felt her. She was perfect. In every way a person could be so. He felt a swelling in his pants just at the thought of her. He parked and adjusted himself. He walked into a moderately busy Amtrak station, only to find that, as usual, the train was running about 45 minutes late. "Well, I've waited 3 weeks," he thought. "What's a few more minutes?" So he sat and contented himself with his thoughts.

Amber was near hysterics. She'd felt longing and sexual frustration before, but this was the limit. And now the damn train was late. She considered going to the bathroom to for a little relief, but decided to wait and concentrate all her energy on Scott. Oh, it had been too long.

The two had been together for just over 5 months now, though it felt much longer. They were as in love as any two could be, but were separated by 5 hours for over a month now. It sucked, for lack of a better word. They missed each other terribly; that was a hard enough burden to bear. When the sexual desire and frustration set in, it became nearly unbearable. They had phone sex a few times each week to help quell the flames of lust, but it wasn't the same. All that built up energy and lust would come pouring out tonight.

Scott and Amber sat and waited, connected by their thoughts. They practically counted the seconds. At about second number 2768, Scott heard the train approaching. He dashed out to the platform and saw it, the headlight a shining like a beacon. He wanted to run aboard and jump her, but good taste told him to wait. She spotted him before the train even stopped. She quickly jumped in the aisle, wanted to claw people out of the way. She stepped out and they locked eyes. Scott ran up and threw his arms around her, whispering to her how much he loved her. She replied with the same, and they kissed. Time stopped for a while until Scott decided he wanted to wait until they were at least naked before he came, and pulled away. She saw the look in his eyes, and gave him a smile that told him he wasn't the only one feeling that way.

If Scott had owned a bigger car he would have found an empty parking lot and made love to her on the spot, but the cramped little Saturn was not made for such things. No, this night needed comfort and space for many different….activities and, well, positions. They made out at every red light, they were rubbing each other the whole ride. She felt the bulge in his pants and rubbed it until he grabbed her hand and asked for a break in the pleasurable torture. After what seemed like a 2 hour ride home, they pulled back behind the house and parked. They nearly ran up the steps to the apartment and into the bedroom, fumbling with their respective footwear and throwing a quick "hi" to Scott's roommate, Dave, who gave them a knowing glance. Scott turned to his computer and put on Third Eye Blind. After all, their songs are practically a musical orgasm.

Before he'd even hit play she was removing his shirt and kissing his neck. He moaned softly and turned to face her. They kissed passionately, almost roughly. He ripped her shirt from her and felt her skin. Oh, how he missed that feeling. Soft, white, sensual. He slowly removed her bra, whispering "I love you" into her ear. Her bra was on the floor and he turned his attention to her breasts. They were perfect. Not too small, not too big. Soft and pillowy, they tasted almost as good as they felt. Her nipples were already hard like little pebbles, and he sucked and licked and nibbled them. She took her breath in sharply at the sudden rush of pleasure she felt. She pulled his head up and planted an orgasmic kiss on him, unbuckling his belt with one hand and working her way into his pants with the other. She ran her hand over his now rock hard cock and he nearly doubled over with pleasure. His belt and button undone, she pulled down his pants and boxers to reveal his cock standing tall and proud, ready to serve its purpose. Mimicking her movements, her unbuttoned her pants with one and slipped the other hand in. He ran his finger of her slit softly a few times, feeling the incredible wetness and warmth. He spread her tulips and rubbed her clit, causing a quick moan to escape from her lips through their kiss. He removed his hand and pulled down her panties, revealing her sweetness accented by a small mound of sandy-blond hair. He laid her on the bed and looked at her. God, she was hot! Every time he saw her he couldn't believe his fortune at snagging this sweet, beautiful-

Scott's thoughts were cut short as Amber grabbed his hips and threw him next to her, kissing him wildly. She spread her legs, inviting him in. He was perpendicular to her now, and he positioned his cock at the entrance and began to work his way in. A little bit at a time, until with one final thrust, he was all the way inside of her. They clutched each other and both nearly came right then and there. She was so wet and he was so hard, it was almost too much. But they controlled themselves, and he began slowly sliding in and out of her. He gradually sped up and then slowed down, then back up and down again. He started to rub her tulips, concentrating on her clitoris. He felt her muscles contract as both groaned with ecstasy. He was driving the both of them crazy, but it made the continuing build-up that much more intense.

He put his arms around her and pulled her up. He was standing now, holding her up, still inside of her. He began to fuck her like a jackhammer, slamming his long, hard cock in and out of her. She felt a sudden rush that exploded into her first earth-shattering orgasm. "Oh, God!" she said, bucking her hips as he held her, rocking herself into him, grinding them together in a frenzy. Scott slid out of her and planted a long kiss on her soft, sweet lips. He lay down on the bed, his legs off the side with his feet touching the ground. Amber was still standing and she turned her back to him, and sat down on his cock. She rose and fell; rose and fell, riding him like a bull. "Oh, fuck!" he yelled, brimming over with pleasure. "Oh my God, you're good!" he managed to force out. She couldn't even speak. 

She continued to fuck him like that until Scott could control himself no longer. He grabbed her, wheeled her around so that he was on top of her and began hammering her like a sledge, with long, hard, fast, strokes. She tilted her head and arched her back, as overflowing waves of pleasure swept through her. She felt his sweat dripping off his face and onto her tightened stomach. She spread her legs wide, nearly doing the splits in the air and began to lose control herself. "Fuck me, Scott, fuck me harder!" she told him, and he readily complied. "Oh, you're so tight and so fucking good, I'm gonna come!" he said. "Are you ready to come with me?" 

"I'm ready, just don't you dare stop fucking me!" she screamed. He increased to near the speed of light, slamming his throbbing cock in and out of her. She'd never been this wet, but then, she'd never been this turned on either. "I'm coming!" he said and an instant later shot the first of many blasts of white hot come into her. She felt him hosing her insides with his come and it sent her over the edge. "Oh, fuuuuck!" Their muscles tensed up as he relentlessly pounded her climaxing tulips. Her muscles contracted, milking the last drops of come from him and he collapsed on top of her, heart beating like a bass drum, panting breathlessly. She wasn't sure whose heart was pounding harder. She was dizzy and lost in a spell as the last few throes of pleasure passed through her now exhausted, gorgeous body. They laid there for several minutes, and he eventually slid out of her and they toweled off the sweat. 

They smiled at each other, still out of breath. "I love you," she said. "I love you to," he replied. "Shower?"

"Sounds good to me," she said, and they walked to the bathroom, smiling and knowing there would be plenty of time for more of the same throughout the weekend.

Love & Lust



I invite you over for dinner. When you arrive, I have the table set with flowers, candles, your favourite foods. We sit across from each other, enjoying our meal and good conversation. 

During dessert, I slip my shoe off and slide my foot up your leg, to rest between your knees. You open your thighs slightly and I slide my foot between them. My toes gently massage the bulge in your pants, feeling your cock growing hard.

I look across the table at you and smile. Then I slide my foot away from you and stand. I slip off my other shoe and walk over to you. Straddling your lap, I sit down facing you. My skirt rides up my thighs. I feel your cock pushing against the moistness of my panties. 

I lean forward, pushing my tits into your chest, take your face in my hands and ease my lips over yours, using my tongue to separate them.

Your hands grab my ass pulling me closer as we kiss, a deep "curl your toes" kinda kiss. Breathless, we pull apart. 

I stand, take your hand and lead you to the bedroom. Beside the bed, we undress each other.  Then, with both of us naked, we fall onto the bed in a complete body embrace. Your thigh fitting between my legs, and our arms pulling each other closer. My breasts are flattened against your chest, my nipples hard and erect.

You kiss my neck, knowing that makes me want more, and I nibble on your ear.  Our moans fill the air. My thigh moves against your hard cock, as yours moves against my pussy. I'm conscious of your cock so close to my pussy and its driving me crazy.

I feel your lips leaving a trail of kisses across my shoulder and down the swell of my breast, moving closer to my nipple. I wait with anticipation for you to take it into your mouth.  I push my breasts up to you, silently begging for your touch. Then sheer bliss as you envelope my hard swollen nipple in between your lips.

"Ohhhhhh," I moan softly, "that feels sooo good."

My hand moves down between us to your hard cock, wrapping my fingers around it, stroking it almost in slow motion. Your mouth moves back and forth in turn sucking my nipples. I feel your heart beat pulsing through your hardness.  Oh how I want your cock in my pussy. I want to feel it sliding in and out...long strokes...short strokes.

You start kissing your way down over my stomach. I'm left breathless as you work your way down. I feel your lips kissing the soft skin where my legs join my body, then moving up over the swell of my pussy lips. Your tongue leaves a wet trail. I feel your lips kissing all the way down my slit and back up again. I am insane with desire! My heart racing!

You slide 2 fingers into my pussy, teasing me at first, pushing them into the opening. I lift up off the bed, forcing your fingers further inside, then rest on the bed again, lifting up and down, my pussy fucking your fingers. In and out. 

"Please suck my clit!" I whisper breathlessly.

Your lips close over my clit. 

"Yes! Like that! Don't stop!" I moan.

I spread my legs wider, thrusting my hips forward, wanting it all! Your mouth on my clit! On my tits! Your cock in my pussy! 

Reluctantly you pull your mouth away from my swollen pussy. I look up at you, anticipating your next move. You slide up between my legs, your engorged cock in your hand. I reach for it, guiding it into my wet cunt. We watch it disappear inside.

Our bodies meet as we thrust forward. We move in a slow gentle rhythm, your cock moving in and out of my wet pussy.  I use my pussy muscles to grab at your cock, squeezing and releasing, milking the shaft. 

"Fuck me," I moan, "fuck me hard." 

I move my hips faster, my pussy lips are riding up and down your glistening shaft. You start fucking me harder, ramming your throbbing cock deeper in my wet pussy! Your balls are slapping against my ass. Your cock is making wet sucking noises as you pound my cunt! My hands reach for your ass, pulling you closer to me.

I feel your body tense up and I know you are about to cum! 

"Yes! Fill my pussy with your hot creamy cum!" I cry.

"Oh fuck," you exclaim, "I'm cummmmmiiiiiiiiiinnnnggggg!"

Then I feel you exploding your hot and sticky cum inside me. My cunt muscles milk the entire length of your cock, draining your balls!

My pussy contracts around your spasming cock as my own orgasm radiates through my body,  You collapse on top of me and leave your cock to soak up our juices. 

Are you conscious of my pussy muscles still working on your wet cock, squeezing and releasing, working up and down the shaft? 

"Hmmmmm, I wonder if I could keep you hard by doing this," I ask.

"We will just have to find out," you reply.



Love and Lust



The evening was wearing on as Ashley climbed in to her hot bath to ease away the day. Ashley, an attractive brunette with a stunning 35c-24-34 figure worked as a receptionist for a very lucrative financial company. Her boss, Aaron, was really smitten by her when she first applied for the position as executive assistant. Not surprisingly, Ashley wore a very low cut silk top which presented her luscious breasts to be displayed. Ashley always looked upon her breasts as her very best asset. She proudly wore the kind of clothing that gave her the best advantage. Her long athletic legs were Ashley's second asset. Keeping in shape going to the gym every chance she could, Ashley made sure that she was always in a position to use her shape and sexuality to her best advantage. 

Aaron was an individual who also paid very close attention to himself. His physical appearance was something that he really had pride in. Massive arms that could sweep a lucky lady up and away, a barrel chest with sparse hair slimming down to a narrow waist ending with thighs that completed the total Adonis look. Aaron was the type of person that really enjoyed the best and he always surrounded himself with the best, whether it was the best people in business or the best looking people in life. That was the main reason the he had made his mind up to give Ashley the position before he even interviewed her. He saw her in the office lobby sitting there with her legs crossed at the ankle, back straight, 

her shoulder length brunette hair brushed so freshly and her breasts proudly displayed through her blouse. Even the bra she wore spoke of sensuality. Aaron believed her to be the type who shopped at the very attractive Fredericks of Hollywood. He guessed her to "be that type". 

Aaron walked up to Ashley and invited her in to his office in a gentlemanly manner holding the door as she sashayed her way past him, turning enough to gently brush her breasts against his chest as she entered and gracefully took a chair. Aaron, smiling at the very subtle attempt to acquire his attention, walked around the office and then placed his massive frame against the desk facing Ashley. He was pleasantly surprised as he looked down and saw the familiar bulge rising in his pants. He looked up in time to catch Ashley also starring secretively at his crotch. As their eyes met, he caught a knowing grin on Ashley's face and the very distinct look of approval in her eyes. Of course, Ashley also noticed that Aaron was very much interested in her chest as she breathed heavily to expand her ample bosom for further observation. Aaron spoke softly to Ashley, acknowledging her talents. He completed the so-called interview by telling Ashley that she was perfect for the job. He reached forward, handing her a business card with his home and cell numbers. He said she could start in the morning at seven am... Ashley spoke in low seductive voice breathing with every word that she would prefer to start right then. She rose up from the chair and walked over to Aaron, reached out with her hand and cupped his growing cock. 

Gently rubbing up and down she asked Aaron if she should start immediately instead of the morning. Aaron looked gently into her eyes and approved her actions. As Ashley reached for Aaron pants, opening his zipper, she liberated his growing cock from his shorts and slowly sunk to her knees. Opening the few buttons on her blouse, Ashley rubbed Aarons cock against her bra sliding the head inside to feel the smoothness of her breasts. Ashley then opened her mouth and slid her tongue out and licked the head of Aarons cock, pursing her lips and kissed it. Opening her lips, she slowly slid his cock into her mouth massaging the underside with her tongue. Using her finger nails, she gently scrapped his balls as she swallowed his cock. 

Beginning a slow up and down motion, Ashley consumed Aarons cock nestling her nose in his pubic hair. Aaron supported himself on his hands leaning against the desk enjoying the feeling and waiting for the eruption he knew was coming. Ashley continued her ministrations on Aarons cock, taking it completely to the root every time it slipped into her throat. As her eyes glazed over from doing what she enjoyed most, her head began to increase in speed as she sucked. Using nothing but her mouth and tongue, she brought Aaron to his first orgasm of the day sucking greedily as he filled her mouth with his cum, she moaned wildly, and not losing a drop of her favorite beverage.



Love and Lust



I was ruined by fairy tales very early on. I'd always believed in perfectly logical decisions and if not altruistic, at least mutualistic intentions in everything and everyone. 

And I try so hard every day to not let my ego get in the way of truth. To not appease the hungry beast in my heart and let loose my insatiable entitlement and ambition. To treat people fairly, and give a little kindness for people who lost in the giant clusterfuck of a lottery that is nature. 

But I am human. I want to succeed. I want others to submit to my will. I want to be the alpha bitch, because I fucking deserve it.

And I am bored. I am so bored of having sex with my boyfriend. It's not that he isn't good in bed or that he isn't attractive. He has the all the basic features I look for in a guy - tall, somewhat lean but still has enough substance to wrap me in his arms, a nerdy exterior with an unexpected display of pure lust in the bedroom. And he is a good boyfriend. A little immature, but very loving and would never treat me with an ounce of disrespect. 

Still I lie here fantasizing about seducing other men. I've had twelve in my life. A modest number, I suppose. I was not hell-bent on being a man-eater until I had my heart broken and trust completely shattered by an ex-lover. 

I was at a meeting for work not too long ago. Being a woman in a field dominated by men is a blessing and a curse - I was surrounded by sexy, smart, and mature men, but of course one has to be extra diligent in proving one's worth because that kind of trust isn't given to a woman. I was so determined to prove myself as the best in my field that I completely missed the hints of a casual encounter with a stranger. At the time I remained so oblivious to my subconscious urges and was a complete slave to my superego and high and mighty morals. 

God. The way this one guy dressed. Classic academic with a blazer and lace-up oxfords. Or maybe it was the way he looked at me - it's always that suggestion of intense lust that catches your interest, isn't it? 


It was not until the day before my departure that I started to realize my conflict and frustration. My boyfriend is submissive to me, and I find it pathetic. I'm just a sucker for power. Oh god how I find power sexy. In myself and in others. I wanted to go out and seduce men, because it would make me feel sexy and powerful. 

I had stifled this urge in my conscious mind, but it all came out in a violent storm. I wanted to be that evil bitch who cheats for a hobby. Having all the cocks I want. I want it all at the same time. The reckless abandon only encounters with strangers can yield, and the emotional safety and love of a long-term partner. God I love my boyfriend so much. I don't want to hurt him, not one bit. He is devoted to me and I've sworn to be devoted to him. But I am just so incredibly bored of having sex with the same man. 

In my fantasies I would get drunk and start showing my true self, unbounded by morals... Guys are always easy. They love it when women give them sexual attention. 

I'd be talking to him and acting flirty, and my heart would jump with wicked pleasure when I catch that slightly taken aback expression because I know he sees me as the austere ice queen. That sense of being special enough for an arrogant and reserved woman to show her naughty side... isn't it so flattering? Perhaps we would both get a little more than tipsy, and I would need his support to stand up straight. Then I would let my hand linger on his chest and make his pulse quicken. If it were crowded enough, I'd let myself fall into his body and kiss him. 

I'd love to feel his hands on my hips, pulling me closer. I would taste the alcohol on his tongue and it would make me writhe with desire. Having my mouth being so forcefully occupied would make me dripping wet. Mmmm. I want his cock. I want it stuffed down my throat, and I want him to pull on my hair as he fucks my face. I want him to call me a dirty slut for taking his dick like a convenient hole. I want his contempt and I want him to punish my infidelity. The sheer excitement of being a naughty girl sexy enough to make him betray his girlfriend would send me over the edge. 

He takes his cock out of my mouth, making me gasp. I look up at his sexy face and do my best to look as whorish as possible. I open my legs to show him my positively juicy pussy, inviting him there. He can't help himself and positions his cock at the lips of my pussy, teasing it with the head of his big dick. Mmmmmm. This is my absolute favorite moment, where I know I'm about to be rewarded for being a good slut and yet I have to wait a little longer. I love the feeling of resistance as his cock forces its way inside me, I am addicted to the ritual of being conquered. The friction inside my pussy sends shivers throughout my body. He feels so good, and so big, and my inner beast is ecstatic that he isn't my boyfriend. 

I want him to knead my tits and roll my nipples around with his fingers. Pure lust is such an indescribable experience and I want it all the time. I want him to use me. I want him to forget about his girlfriend and tell me I'm the best fuck he's ever had. I want him to spank me as I ride him and make out with him at the same time. I want to fondle his balls and make him lose himself in the pleasure. I want him to get so anxious that he forces me down on his cock and pounds my pussy, faster and faster, and I want him to cum with my tongue in his mouth, moaning and gasping for breath. I want to feel his cum dripping down my thighs as I get dressed, leaving him a note with my number before I catch one last glance at his sexy, naked body. 

I cuddle up to the man in my bed, the love of my life, and whisper to him that his little slut is craving his big cock in her wet, dripping pussy. But you, dear reader, know exactly what I am really craving...



Love & Lust



I watched her, like I did every night. She was undressing in her bedroom, getting ready for her evening soak, as I like to call it. Her soft, delicate hands unbuttoned the first few buttons of her black silk blouse. I made sure to sit in the shadows of the outside behind a tree. She never saw me looking at her. No one did.

Her name was Lydia; I thought it beautiful, which matched her perfectly. She was a ripe twenty years of age. Perfect. Perfect like her wavy black hair, when under just the right angle of light, had a sort of radiance...a sort of glow. Much like a halo on her head. And just at the center of her back, the tips of her hair curled naturally. Perfect like the oval shale of her face, pale and smooth like a baby's bottom. Perfect like the small slope of her nose, and slight flare of her nostrils. Perfect like her plump lips, which would be mine for the taking.

She finished unbuttoning her blouse now, and had tossed it onto the red sheets of her queen-sized bed. Her arms were slender and toned. Her shoulders were delicate and rounded perfectly. Her collarbone, oh how I wanted to run a finger across it. Her breasts were plump, perky, with small pink nipples that were always hardened. Her hands moved to her back, starting to unfasten her lace bra.

I moved forwards some, wanting to get a better look, but I knew not to be too bold, for she might catch sight of me. My blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail, hanging loosely over my left shoulder. My long, pale fingers resting on the bark of the tree, rubbing slightly as I had a quick glance at her luscious nipples.

My eyes moved down her torso, gazing at her tiny, smooth waist and abdomen. I knew she worked at the gym a few days a week, and it was paying off well. She didn't need it though; she would always be beautiful in my eyes.

I could feel a tightening in my groin, my pants suddenly too small around the pelvic area. This happened when I watched her.

She started to slide her black dress slacks down those long, silky legs. I almost had to restrain myself from jumping up from my spot and going to her.

Next were the panties that matched her bra, sliding off of her body, exposing her rump, and thick thighs. And my favorite part, which was that small patch of dark hair nestled between her thighs. 

My tongue ran over my lips hungrily as I continued to watch her. One day she would be mine, and I will worship every inch of her.

She moved to her dark oak dresser, and rummaged through one of her drawers until she found a hair tie, and wrapped her long hair up in a bun.

She was killing me now. That gorgeous, pale neck was completely exposed. A few tendrils of her raven black hair fell from her bun, falling around her face and neck. I wanted to reach out and touch her skin...kiss her neck...maybe bite it. No, I couldn't do that to my sweet Lydia. She was too precious. Although, the way her breasts hung like that, they perfect way she walked, it was getting so tempting. 

Next, she turned and moved into the bathroom, which was attached to her bedroom. There was another window there, but I had to move closer, still behind a tree, in the security of the shadows.

She sat on the edge of the big porcelain tub, turning the water spicket's to adjust the temperature. Seeing her in that position, breasts naked and nipples hard, her hair up exposing her beautiful neck, heck, just seeing her naked in general made my mouth salivate. I wanted to break through the glass that separated us. I had more self control though. I wouldn't let anything distract me from this moment.

She moved her hand under the water to test its temperature. She seemed to be satisfied, since she grabbed a bottle of her lavender scented soap bubbles, and dumped the soap under the running water, soon filling the tub with a layer of foam and bubbles.

The window to her bathroom was starting to get fogged. I decided it was best that I leave for the night.

I stood, taking in one last glance at my fair maiden, and disappeared into the darkness of the night with a grin on my lips.

She would be mine one day and one day soon.



Love and Lust



She was looking into her own eyes. Those big brown eyes. Looking into her own soul, possibly, and of all the things she could be thinking about, her school, her job, her fiancée, the only thing on her mind at this time was the warm hand beginning to wrap around her waist. 

Normally she would have pushed it aside, but the person who was trying to hold her closer was someone she had dealt with in the past. Their past was clouded with confusion, hurt feelings, beautiful moments, and the unfinished business that would never be quite resolved, and the "what ifs" that fate would hopefully let them try. 

She wondered what her fiancée would say about the situation she was letting herself into? Her fiancée would probably want to know why she would risk their union over this man. Knowing her fiancée's obvious reaction she could only feel a slight guilt by this. She knew why though, this man had made her life more interesting at times, and was same man that had guided her through rough times. In a way, it was almost logical for them to return to each other even for a moment. His hand was around her waist, slightly touching her backside. She allowed it. His touch felt soothing, comforting, as if it belonged there, belonged to her. Looking into the mirror, she looked at him. How cute they looked together, and yet every time he had tried to make it work, something had always fallen apart. Yet here he was again, in the same situation that always got him into trouble. 

She looked at him and smiled. His other hand was rounding her stomach moving upward. He slowed his pace to think about his extremely engaging actions. He too had someone who waited for him back home. Was he cheating? What was the definition of cheating, but he knew. To him once your heart was promised to another the thought of you in someone else's arms was cheating. The Desire no matter how small was cheating. 

He looked into her eyes. To him, she was beautiful, and at one point she had been in his possession, but that was the all in the past. He loved this girl, even though sometimes he wasn't sure whether it was his heart or the chemistry between them, the raw energy always drew them together. He could never understand why he would risk the trouble, both having significant others to go too, but she wanted him the same way he wanted her and in their minds they even argued that they had needs only the other could fill. 

He loved the feel of her body, her soft smell, the taste of her skin. His conscience had begun to nag him, but his thirst for her was stronger. His craving to feel her body again was an overwhelming desire that flooded his entire being. Again his past came back, he had left her because of his young immaturity at one time, and another time he had left her in fear that the relationship would backfire on him. Yet if maybe, just maybe if would have worked at it, it could have been a good relationship, but now in the present, here he was holding her, wanting to feel her next to his skin. 

His hand was nearing her breasts now, but she moved her hand to intercept. Through the mirror she looked into his eyes. She held his hand and slowly passed it over her breasts. She wanted to feel some control in this uncontrollable situation. His hands now remembering, what it was like to feel these warm mounds that every man yearned to touch. 

She closed her eyes; her breasts remembering how good it had been to have his hands caress her body, how good his touch had been that time long ago. Indeed intimate relations had been shared once a upon a time, but that was a time long past. They had shared the passion for each other, they had connected, bonded in a way that would change the way they felt about each other, making their equation of Love Vs. Lust all the more unstable, and at the time they had promised themselves to others as well. 

He pulled her tighter as if it hurt not to have close; he planted small kisses on her neck. She sighed softly, enjoying the soft wetness of his lips. His hands now roaming her body, searching, wandering. The scene was set. Both had the opportunity, the desire, and the need to push the limits. 

She picked up a brush from the dresser as if nothing was going on with her body. Indeed she was feeling the tingle and moisture building in her loins. She couldn't push the feelings away, but she could try to ignore them. She moved her head slightly to give herself some room. Her straight brown hair was soft, untangled, so the brush glided smoothly through. He too was almost hoping that his conscience would tell him it was wrong, tell him it was unfair to break the trust of the loved one he had left behind waiting for him, and yet wasn't it unfair to deny his own heart, her own needs. 

She continued to brush her hair when she felt something to make her whole body come alive. He, on the other hand, had not noticed what he had done to awaken such sensations in her body. She had already started going through the motions. Her breathing labored, her eyes closed, and her hips in gentle sway, and neither of them had heard the brush drop to the floor. As if he had awakened from a dream with no sense of feeling, the sensation of heat and moisture around his index fingers had totally and thoroughly surprised him. Another feeling was the pressure of her hand strongly pushing against his. 

She uttered a word so quietly that he should not have heard it, but it was as if his ears had heightened in their abilities to hear, and as if they had been waiting for it. She said "More." Already was the train in motion, but they still had time before they passed the point of no return. He turned her around, neither one of them exchanging words, yet their eyes seemed to be doing all the talking. "Should we? We can't, can we? What about your man? What about your girl?" Then it all stopped. No sound except for the air blowing from the near by air conditioner. 

The distance between them diminished bit by bit. Their lips answered all and their doubts ceased to exist. Without a second thought, without a moment's whisper, they sealed their sin with a kiss. Fluids swirling, memories were being revived, past becoming present, and two tongues getting reacquainted. 

This kiss was nearly full of raw lust, but yet in there somewhere was that little bit of real love. Slowly their bodies started to drop in altitude. His kisses dropped to her neck. Gentle sucking down her neck going lower and lower, nearly reaching the cleavage line of her large breasts. Yes indeed this moment was bittersweet. 

Keeping his eyes always in her, creating a stream of silent communication streaming back and forth. His conscience yet again nagged at him. Was following his primal urges the right thing to do? Was trying to relive an unfinished love so wrong? Yet he did not hesitate to lean her back on those soft sheets covering the bed. 

Crossing her arms she lifted her snug V-shirt exposing her constrained breasts, which had been straining to get out of the confinement of the cute soft nylon bra. Beautiful, simply beautiful they were; rounded and lightly tanned, big and dark nipples hiding beneath that her bra, giving a glimpse of the prize, but still not close enough to touch. They begged to be freed from their imprisonment, and yes he was holding all the keys. 

She watched him, seeing if he would go through with it. She needed this as badly as he did, but she too thought the same thoughts that he was thinking, but it was far past right or wrong. 

He traced delicate lines on her upper chest, lightly tickling her. As her chest began to tingle, her whole body joined in like a singing chorus. As if her body wasn't already alive with sensations, her vaginal muscles were dilating and contracting at will. She was lightly spreading then closing her thighs trying to control the involuntary actions of her body but to no avail. 

He had by now uncovered her right breast and had been passing his tongue slowly along the tip of her already erect nipple. Wrapping his tongue around it, lightly nibbling on it, and then gently sucking on her nipple to amuse him and excite her even more. He repeated the same delicate procedure on her other happily awaiting breast. 

She was getting anxious. Her breathing, fast, her body jumping at the slightest touch, she was ready for anything. Her white V-Neck shirt on the floor and her black nylon skirt inching toward her waist, revealing an old friend who was just a piece of fabric away. 

She was now producing the nectar that would drive men to the brink of insanity and yet it was she buckling to the raging sensations running wild within her. 

He rose up to her lips. Shush, he said quietly, then kissing her, cooling her down so to speak. He hooked his fingers around her cotton briefs. Slowly pulling them down, he could smell the delicious aroma that always made up the female equation. He bent over and kissed her inner thigh. She sighed heavily. He got closer inward between her legs. There he was, staring at the entrance and exit of human creation. 

He moved in closely, blowing softly on her pouting lips, she sighed in sensuous pleasure. She grabbed a handful of bed sheets and began to pull them off the bed. Her lips had become very sensitive and he had begun to look for the button that would be the release for this juicy core, and then it happened, her body shook, and his face dripped with the creamy secretions, and in her mind she believed that her head had been floating about the pillow, which was now snuggled softly in the feathery center. 

She sat up and looked at him, watching him as he wiped the excessive female lubricant off his face, but now the mood had changed. She was craving. She began walking the bed like a cat. Sizing up her prey. A wicked little smile on her face, a smile filled with playfulness and taunting and teasing enigma. What was she thinking? 

She crept closer to him until she was face to face. She slowly let her tongue glide out of her mouth. The smile still there. All he could do was sit there, intrigued by the events that were currently taking place. The smile still remained. 

She licked his face, moving her tongue up and down, curling her tongue as she did. All he could do was sit there. She got to his lips and licked them one by one. Any time he would try to kiss her, she would back away, and come back for another try. It was her turn to run the show. 

She circled around again, once more coming face to face, and looking him in the eye, and the smile had never wavered. She licked his lips again. He didn't move. Slowly, back and forward across his quivering lips she licked. She kissed him. He still hadn't budged. It was taking all the will power he could muster to hold himself back. A declaration of war, she thought. Her smile widened. Fine, she thought. Let's see him resist it all. 

Slowly moving her skirt down her shapely hips. Teasing him as she removed her underwear. Down ever so slowly. It was an eternity for him. There she was, nude, her body calling to him. She climbed up into his lap wrapping her legs around his waist, her breasts resting comfortably on his shirt. She tilted her head, resting it on his shoulder. His whole body tingled as her lips grazed his neck. Kisses that left spots of heat and moisture that he could still feel even after her lips had left his skin. His craving was growing. 

His wanting for her was reaching new levels. She was now going to the do the unexpected. She locked eyes with him. Making a direct connection. Invading his mind, making sure that the only thing on his mind was her. Making sure that the only place he was is here. She had opened his pants. Moving her hand down, she gave him a firm squeeze. She wanted them off and who was he to resist. He took off his pants leaving him in his Joe Boxers with rubber ducky prints. She laughed slightly. 

She removed his famous boxers and launched them across the room. She moved in close skin to skin. Wanting to make sure he felt was she felt. She ran one finger down her chest. Letting him watch it. Follow its movement. Soon past her waist, the finger was joined by another. No, he thought. 

Slowing she began to touch herself. With hardly any distance between them, he could feel every movement at the base of his erect member. Her fingers stroking herself along with his balls. Up slowly, down slowly, small circles, long strokes. He could feel her lubrication coating is hanging sack. She was denying him access to her cove, but still letting him enjoy the game. 

These sensations she was letting him feel were beginning to drive him wild. He felt his muscles grow tense. His cock was beginning to make jumps against her hand. It was torture of the worst degree. 

Their first experiences with lust had been nothing like this. It had been more like a cheap porno movie, but this time he was doing things of greater caliber. Slower considering he had not had much experience back then, but that was then, this is now. No, now he had been trained. He had practice. He had learned that a woman's body was temple, a temple to be worshiped. It was a sanctuary. He had to be totally devoted to sacrificing his wants or needs for the sake of her. He no longer existed. He was a tool, a tool with only one purpose, to please her, to satisfy her. Satisfying her in ways she was supposed to be satisfied. Now that he had remembered this law, the law of loving making, he could be calmed. He had now remembered that he was not supposed to want, he was only supposed to give for now. He could focus his sexual frustration, his energy all into her. This newfound place inside of his would levitate him to a place where she would be his center. His Moon, his Star, his Sun. 

There she was lightly moaning at the feeling of her own doing. Her eyes were closed, and her hips in gently in motion. The intensity of her acts had increased. She was too close, but no it would not happen this way. He would not be defeated this way at all. He grabbed her hand. A look on her face, almost resembling rage and fury had overcome her most beautiful features. He placed her hand to his lips. Her fingers, each coated with the juices of the beginning of life, disappeared one at a time into his awaiting mouth. Licking them, licking the sweet nectar off, cleaning her fingers. 

She would not intimidate him. He would fulfill his holy crusade to please her. He would give her body all that it could handle and then maybe even more. She could only smile. She wasn't done yet. She pulled his shirt apart. He removed what was left.

She pushed him down with one hand. She began again, wetting her fingers deep from within, and what began as he thought as another round with herself turned into something more. She started stroking his standing pole, coating it with her bittersweet nectar. The feeling of the lukewarm wetness on his stiff rod was simply entrancing. 

A chill was running up his spine, electricity running through his body. It was indeed exciting all his senses. Yet it still would have not prepared him for what she would do next. Sliding down his body, her mouth inches away from his cock. A warm breeze wrapping itself around his scrotum, covering it like a blanket. 

There it was. A pressure, right on his shaft. It was accompanied by a warm feeling. Yes that was it. Her tongue making its way down, licking its way down. It was incredible. It was like a skillfully driven vehicle. Following the contours, staying to the chosen road. What had even excited him more was the fact that she was tasting the same taste he would soon be partaking of. 

Her tongue moving down, tracing out the shape of his hanging pair. Her full lips acting as a sort of pillow, his balls nested in between her lips, her tongue shaping itself to his testicles, slow moments producing generous amounts of warm saliva while her tongue massaged his awaiting and ever ready pair of offspring creators. He could feel a suction effect now being created. Taking them in softly into her mouth, his skin could feel the heat being radiated from her body. Her tongue in movement working its way around his balls, massaging them, yes he was indeed in another place now. 

She began to retire from this testicle licking action much to this man's disappointment. No she was not done yet. Her bottom lip trailed as she drifted up his swollen ramrod. Her lips now at the mushroom top forming the "O" that would be the only letter he could care about at this point. He watched as the bowl of his cock disappeared slowly into her mouth. 

The rush of overwhelming sensations and even stronger desires were now enveloping his body. Coursing through him at speeds unimaginable to even himself. Her hand at the base of his penis in moving in semi-circular motions while her tongue, an instrument of lustful recreation, swirling around the top of his dick and licking the tip. 

His mind now in another zone. Another state of consciousness. In the state of ultimate diversion. Yes, yes Indeed. He was close now. An eruption would soon occur with added motion. His growing climax building to the point where his mind had shifted to focus on one focal point. He could only see her. There was no bed, no room, and no apartment, just her. In his mind the planets hand now aligned, the universe now in perfect harmony. 

His explosion was violent, filling her mouth with the hot and creamy fluid that she continued to take in. She was sucking it all out of him; his tank was almost on empty. She gave on last pull and shot her head back. Her hair wild, and a look on her face he could not quite explain. He watched her tongue as to slowly cleaned off her luscious lips. 

She was holding his mind captive. His hunger, his desire for her was almost uncontrollable. Time now had no meaning what so ever. Her eyes so beautiful, he knew there had to be evil in there somewhere. No matter. He would go to hell in a hand basket just as long as she was holding it. 

Her mouth had now found his. She kissed him passionately. Raw emotion now coursed through them. Making sure that no part of their body was still dormant. She stood. He looked up to see the marvels of the feminine body. The folds of skin perfectly tucked and rounded, shaped by what must have been the delicate hands of a master sculptor. 

Odd, they were slowly getting closer. Of course, it was now his turn to pay homage to the goddess. Her hands were already resting on his head. Pulling him in even before he could begin. He would waste no time. He was not in the position to tease. The power now rested in between her legs. The growing aroma was dragging him in. It was an intoxicating air that was making him light headed. He could not resist it. The strongest man could not resist it. 

He began caressing her outer folds with his tongue. Lightly coating her skin with his wetness. Ok maybe he could tease a little bit. Tracing the contours of on of her intimate body parts. Yes, his tongue was specially designed for this. His tongue splitting her cunt lips in half. Slowly spreading them out, allowing her sweet juices to run into his mouth. 

The taste of this natural concoction was indeed giving his taste buds a run for his money. His goal was to find the hidden bud hiding under the protection of a hood. He would locate and conquer it, thus conquering her. Yes there it was. His lips like a catcher's mitt, lightly grabbing at her clit. His tongue pushing the hood aside, teasing her love button as well. 

Little licks and light sucking was all he needed to bring her to that spot; the place of mind-blowing stimulus. He had to hold her in position best for him or she would likely kill him without noticing. She continued to pull him in, to him it was like she wanted his head in there. There. He felt it. Her vaginal muscles contracting, followed by a river. 

Was it an orgasm? No, but she had come, and she had enjoyed it. His cock was pulsing. Her Vagina, hungry for something more filling. She slid down his body leaving a trail of seduction as she went. Her scent had filled the room. There would be no prolonging what was to come next. No teasing, no stalling, everything had been building up to this moment. All their regrets, their sorrow from losing each other once before had made it to this point. For this instance in time all would be wiped clean. 




Love and Lust



Standing naked in the cavernous master bedroom Salvator's green eyes bounced from the mahogany armoire with brass handles to a dozen or so crystal picture frames pasted with the faces a happy couple. The bedroom was lit by tea candles and smelled of cinnamon and orange potpourri. Stroking his flaccid tool Salvator whispered, "Time to work Papi," He knew the drill; some wealthy married woman wants cayenne and hubby can't deliver so she pays for it. And they always paid well. 

Glenda pushed her hair back over her ears as she swallowed straight vodka to murder the butterflies doing flips in her stomach. Peering in the bathroom mirror she saw a middle-aged woman staring back at her and she began to cry. This night was the night of heated arguments and prolonged moments of silence. This night was an intervention that would shatter her vows and break a twenty year commitment. This night scared Glenda the more than anything but she didn't want to disappoint her husband Eddie.

Glenda emerged from the bathroom steeped with vodka confidence wrapped in pearl-colored kimono covering a matching satin teddy; graying chestnut tendrils framed her soft face as she stopped at the side of the bed. Salvator gave her a sly smile as he touched her chin for a kiss. The hair stood up on the backs of her arms when he touched her. Guilt had turned her butterflies to bats. 

Salvator felt her body tighten with his touch,

"Relax Mami, relax." But he could feel something was wrong, 

"Do you want me to leave?"

Glenda could feel herself moisten, she needed to be touched, but not by him, but exhaling through pursed lips, she forced a whispered, "No."

Salvator lowered her onto the bed and removed her heels. Taking almond oil into his mouth, Salvator swished it around until it was warm. Lifting her feet high he dribbled the oil down between her manicured toes. Glenda tried to resist, but her legs quivered as Sal sucked each toe flickering while pushing his tongue across the sensitive webbing. Glenda dug her fingers deep into the duvet as the sensation made her shoulders inched up around her neck. Her nipples ached for a warm mouth. Her face blushed. She massaged her breasts through her teddy as fat tears fell from her eyes. Salvator stood and rubbed her oiled feet in unison down his thick hairy chest across his rippled tight abs and placed them squarely on both sides of his very swollen veiny shaft. He put her feet in a "V" and slid his member between the opening pumping slowly. He could smell her sex moistening. 

Kneeling, he peppered the inside of her thighs with light kisses while rubbing her feet. 

Pulling her to the edge of the queen-sized bed he draped her legs over his shoulders and found her engorged clit. He took in her scent. He blew lightly across her sex. He licked at the juices that ran there before pushing his tongue into her opening. 

Glenda covered her face with a pillow silencing her deep moans as Salvator took her thick nub into his mouth, caressing it with his lips, and then dragging it playfully across his teeth.

Glenda's breathe quickened. 

Salvator pushed the erect flesh up and licked the underside, noticing the tiny tell-tell rhythmic vaginal waves he stopped.

"Slow down Mami," he whispered. 

Pulling on a condom he rolled Glenda on her side and lifted her cheek. She could feel his bulbous head push against her virginal-tight hole. But he was too large. Grabbing the lube he covered his pole liberally. Lifting her ass cheek higher, Salvator gently slipped inside. The sudden fullness followed by instant warmth made Glenda's juices flow faster. With gentle pushes Salvator drove deeper and deeper until Glenda encompassed his entire 10 inches. Glenda could feel him in the pit of her stomach as she met each stroke with a loud, "SMACK" as her round ass slapped Salvator's muscular thighs. Sensing she ok with the fit, Salvator turned Glenda over, folded the kimono onto her back and increased the speed of his stokes.

It had been four years, four whole years since Glenda had been with a man. Pushing back against his youthful thrust, orgasmic waves raced from her thighs to her toes and back again. And she suddenly didn't feel so guilty. 

 ***

Debra removed the card key from the hotel door slot watching the lock flickered from red to green and opening with a robotic, "Click." She drove five and a half hours from Memphis to Biloxi. She spent the better part of an hour bribing the scary-assed front desk manager for card key to her fiancée hotel room. The manager relented when nine crisp Franklins were shoved in his face along with a quick peek under Debra's red leather trench coat.. Debra moistened her lips as she eased the door forward. 

As the room flooded with light from the hall, there on the king sized bed lay her Paul spooning a bleach bottle blond whose plastic tits jutted from beneath the bed spread. Debra heart sank. Stifling a whimper, she snapped a picture with her cell, quickly pulled out her mace and sprayed the sleeping duo. Flinging her engagement ring across the room, Debra snatched open the door, exited the room and Paul's life for good. 

Glenda awoke at 2:45am to the soft hum of her cell.

"Yeah," she answered hoarsely.

"That BASTARD was in bed with a whore," the caller began crying loudly. 

Glenda pushed hair from her face as she strained to see the number on the tiny screen. Holding the phone close to her face she noticed it was Debra

Sitting up, Glenda felt a twinge of pain between her legs and the slickness of oil between her toes, "Which bastard Glenda, there are a million of em' out there be specific."

"Well make that your brother Paul, bastard, one million and one." Glenda climbed out of bed and realized she was throbbing and her clit was still swollen. Then the wetness came. 

"Debra, where are you?"

"Biloxi, but I'm headed back to Memphis, fuck him and that whore." The phone fell silent. 

Glenda lie back in bed and spread her legs, pulling her breasts from her crinkled teddy she closed her eyes and cleared her throat. Salvator took his queue, climbed on top of her and slid easily inside. As he pushed hard and fast Glenda thought, "Fuck 'em both."

That next morning Glenda showered as Salvator checked his bank account. Glenda's payment had posted. Pulling on blue jeans, a white shirt with French Cuffs and a blue leather jacket; Salvator stepped into thick leather motorcycle boots and grabbed his helmet turning off the hidden camera tucked inside.

Standing at the bathroom door her whispered, "Mami, I 'm leaving."

Glenda bounded from the bathroom in a white bathrobe gathered tightly around her waist. "When can we make another appointment?" she said throwing her arms around his neck.

Lifting the robe from her full buttocks Salvator slid his hand down her damp cleft, spreading her cheeks and finding her rose bud. He massaged her tight hole with one fingertip while nibbling at the damp flesh on her neck, Glenda could feel her knees loosen, "Whenever you call me back Mami...I gotta go." Salvator pinched her ass and strolled casually out of the door. But Salvator did not leave the house. He stopped in Eddie's room and placed the memory card on the patient tray table. Salvator avoided Eddie's menacing gaze knowing he would kill himself if he ever became a quadriplegic like Eddie. 

Pulling into the underground garage at 9:15am, sleep pulled tiny tears from the corners of Debra's eyes. Yawning she made her way to her condo to sleep away her pain. Debra would wake long enough only to press the "ignore" button on her phone before falling asleep again. A couple of times she awoke frantic noticing her ring was gone only to realize what happened before crying herself back to sleep. 

Debra crawled out of bed around 3:00 pm. She walked around the house pulling Paul's picture out of albums and picture frames before unceremoniously feeding them to the shredder. In went movie stubs, airline ticket stubs,, and love letters. After an hour of incessant grinding, Debra scrolled through her phone until she landing on Paul's number. Pressing the red button the phone asked, "Are you sure you want to delete this contact?" Three years, six months and 3 weeks of emotions all arrived at this defining moment; Debra hesitated and pressed, "Yes." The next after Paul's was, "Mario." Pausing, a sly smile crossed her face. Debra texed, "Hey, Sexi could usz some company, U free?" Debra placed her phone down and emptied the shredder basket as a text message returned, "Yeah, what time." The evening was set. 

Debra soaked in her whirlpool tub. She shaved her legs and her kitty because company was coming. She moisturized her body with peach scented lotion paying special attention to her areolas and nipples. Mario was forever a tit man. She slipped a pair of indigo velvet shorts over hips plus a matching tank top and jacket to cover her heavy chest. Sprinting to the kitchen in furry house shoes, she sat at the bar nibbling on cream cheese atop a tomato crostini with a chilled glass of chardonnay but not before finishing her snack with a few shots of chilled vodka. The security shack gate buzzed her condo. Looking at the screen she saw Mario's black Lexus and buzzed the shack back to let him in. 

During the evening they played catch-up and the "whose-fucking-who" game and after a couple of drinks and several laughs she reached over and grabbed Mario's dick, "You gone conversate or penetrate young man?" His massive hand stroked the back of her head as he pulled her closer. Mario however had a bad feeling about this.

"Where's your soon-to-be-hubby?"

"In his skin Mario, hell, I ain't his momma." Mario's eyes searched the condo as he contemplated leaving. 

"Look, Mario you want this or not?" She raised her tank top and stroked her thick nipples until they perked up. 

"What the fuck ever," he thought. 

Mario stood and lifted her from the couch with one smooth movement as Debra wrapped her long legs around his waist. She inhaled his light cologne and felt the heat from his body. She could feel his dick creeping beneath his pants as she pressed her velvet-covered clef against his bulge. He pinched the soft flesh that covered her ass as he lifted her high into the air pressing her firmly against his thick chest. Debra could feel every one of his chest muscles ripple beneath his shirt.

A professional decision had been made right here and right now; he was going to fuck the shit out of her.

Mario slid her tank top off exposing her ripe nipples to the coolness of the bed room. She took a long deep breath as his long wet tongue wetted a path between her breasts down to her navel. He slipped his tongue between her waistband and round abdomen.  

Debra flinched.

Her abdomen trembled as he pulled her shorts off exposing her freshly shaved kitty. He inched back to her chest and took of her full nipples in his mouth. He nibbled slowly. Mario massaged the other nipple in sync with his rhythmic sucking. Debra pushed him away and propped herself up on her elbows. Sliding to the edge of the bed, she unzipped him.

She pulled his dick from its hiding place and popped his shiny helmet in her mouth. Mario's back arched and his toes curled in his loafers as her hot mouth closed against his dick. He head slid back and forth as she took him to the back of her throat. The sensation being too strong, Mario withdrew from her mouth much to Debra's surprise. 

"Rich white girl one, big bad brother zero," her pewter gray eyes danced in her tanned face as she wiped the corner of her mouth. She could taste the tanginess of his precum. 

"Whateva," Mario snapped, as he flexed his ass muscles to make the rising wave subside.

Debra stroked her wetness as Mario climbed between her legs. She remembered how thick he was and she spread her legs wide to accommodate him. Mario withdrew almost until his head was exposed before circling his hips and driving home. Mario pressed his athletic body close bumping her cervix and dragging his penis across the bottom of her vagina before withdrawing.

Debra rocked her hips forward trying to dampen his strong thrust. Smiling, Mario gripped both of her ankles and lifted her legs even higher driving deep as Debra became his plaything. She loved the way his sac slapped her ass. She loved brute strength. Mario sped up She grabbed his back; spread her legs while opening herself deeper to him. 

The sound of the sloshing juices made her heart race as the crack of her ass became soaked. Flipping her over on her stomach, Mario grabbed her splayed hips and eased himself inside of her throbbing hole. Slapping her ass, he thrust over and over until another orgasm turned her arms into jellyfish and forced her to the bed. Mario held on. He pushed his thumb into her asshole. Debra's full frame shook violently as an orgasm passed by. Her auburn hair stuck to her head in a tangled mess. Reaching around Mario grabbed her erect nipples and twisted them gently until Debra found herself bucking wildly against Mario's penis. 

As the orgasmic waves again and again Mario withdrew and turned Debra over. She spread her legs wide. 

Her mouth opened.

Paul stood behind Mario with a revolver leveled at his head. She tried to scream but it was too late.

Paul fired.

Mario fell bloodied and lifeless on top of her. 

"That's Mario zero," pushing Mario away, Paul raising the pistol, squeezed the trigger slowly staring deep into those eyes he fell in love with and fired, "and Paul two."

~Alex Ledue~



Love and Lust



The moonlight flooded through the open French-doors, illuminating the bedroom in a pale translucent glow. A tender hint of summer lavender, in full bloom, mixed with the mild scent of jasmine, danced on the midnight breeze accompanied by the soft dispersed noise of the cricket's night-song. It was a perfect summer's night; we lay entwined on a sheet-less bed, two lovers, moving rhythmically within each others soft embrace.

An uncontrollable groan erupted from my lips as we switch positions, slowly shifting our weight in perfect practiced unison, the type bred over years of wanton passion. In the blink of an eye I was mounted, and she slowly began to grind her hips onto my own, forcing me deep inside her. I could feel her pleasure mounting as the speed and tempo of her controlled grinds became faster and harder, I knew she was close. She picked up her tempo once again, building and building to an explosive climax she lustrously arched her back; still grinding she placed both hands firmly on the bed below craning her neck as far back as she could until she could only see the moon outside the balcony. The sight of her body glistening in the pale moonlight, her perfect breasts bouncing freely with ever thrust, her rhythmic hips twisting with every grind and the sound of her soft moans sent me over the edge. Every inch of my body gave way as I felt my body convulse before exploding deep inside her as she ground every last drop out of my spent manhood, and judging by the sounds of her moans, climaxing intensely in the process.

We groaned in unison; placing my arms behind her waist to allow her collapse into my embrace. I pulled her close and kissed her deeply as I felt the last drops of my effort leave me; her hips slowly swayed, grinding into me one last time, ensuring another bout of intense pleasure. Our eyes met once again, her jet black hair drifting carelessly around her angels smile. 

"Happy?" She purred. 

Trying to gather my wits together I began to speak but the only sound that escaped was a slow elongated "emmmmmm."

"Happy." She grinned. "As much as I hate to be a moment killer, I need to go to the bathroom and clean myself up. You know how much I hate, em, leaking." She finished, blushing ever so slightly. 

With one final quick kiss, we rolled over and separated. Moving off the bed she got up and headed for the door, turning at the doorframe she looked back at me "Don't fall asleep just yet! I may feel up to seconds." Grinning as she turned to leave the room.

Turning over to my bedside locker I glimpsed a picture of my wife, and considered for a moment what a lucky man I was. We'd met just after college, in one of the more random of life's little twists. I was at a nightclub with some friends only to see a guy, Mick that I'd known from my hometown being picked on by a number of less than savory characters; my friends and I had decided to help him out, which led, as is often the case, to a fight of sorts. After all had been said and done we ended up back at Mick's place. The following morning I was introduced to his sister, now my wife. We started dating and if it wasn't love at first sight it was definitely at second, things progressed and we fell in love, having the time of our lives in the process; it was quite honestly the most magical time of our lives. 

I glanced past the first picture to see a second, one of the fondest memories of my life; a trip a year after our wedding on Safari in Africa, accompanied by my wife's sister and her husband. We spent days travelling around the great African plains, touring by day, camping under the stars and night, stealing away to have amazing sex whenever we could, away from prying eyes, mostly under the brightness of the African nights sky. 

As I drifted in and out of my reverie, I didn't notice that familiar warm body cuddle up beside me, slowly making her presence known to my recovering specimen. As her hand stroked me awake I felt the soft touch of her sweet lips slowly kiss their way from the bottom of my shaft tenderly upwards. She kissed the head with love and devotion, engulfing it in her ready mouth constantly teasing it with quick flicks of her practiced tongue. My ecstasy began to build again as I let my left hand drop under the sheets only to find I'd misjudged her position, landing my hand on the nook of her knee. Now scarcely aware of my surroundings I gently slid my roving hand upwards, reaching her dripping pussy; I slowly began tracing my fingers in a soft circular motion around her clit. The affect of my teasing were instantly audible. 

I wanted this woman again, and this time I wanted it rough.

Using both arms I placed my hands on her hips, lifting her entire body off mine, returning her to the bed beside me, face down. 

"To much teasing." I grinned, with mock sincerity.

"Oh just fuck me hard." Was the only response she could timidly muster, still quivering from my clitoral massage. 

I instantly obliged, positioning myself behind her I raised her up on to all fours, once again placing both hands on her hips, I slid myself deep inside her with one fluid motion. 

A weak and quivering "Oh god!" escaped her mouth, as she reached for a pillow, quickly burying her head into its softness. 

The feeling was sensational, we moved in harmony, picking up speed, each stroke becoming harder and more wanton, as she pushed her hips back onto mine with increasing fury. I grabbed the back of her head with my right hand and ran it the whole way down her spine with ample pressure, she began to buck and moan, like a caged animal. I could sense she was near; as her bucking and back thrusting climaxed I loosed a stream deep within her waiting womb, almost passing out with the intensity. We both groaned loudly before collapsing still attached onto the bed. 

"And to think I thought you were asleep when I came back into the room" she meekly whispered. 

"Asleep? Not at all, I was just reminiscing" I said.

"Oh, about what?" she ventured.

"Africa" I replied warmly "all our sneaking around, hiding from your sister; and of course thinking about how lucky I was to have met your brother that night in the nightclub."

"One of life's funny little things eh?" she said, taking my arm and placing it on her tender breast. 

Smiling inwardly and outwardly, I slowly began kissing her neck, removing her hair from her ear as I slowly nibbled on it before whispering "But most of all, I was just thinking of how lucky I was to have married your sister." "I see!" see said with ample venom. "And just when will big sis be home?"

"Tomorrow evening" I evenly replied.

"Good, I'm looking forward to a morning treat for that remark" she retorted.

"Happy to oblige." I smiled, "but right now, I think I'll take my own treat". Before she could argue or reply it all began again.



Love and Lust



This message is for all the less well-endowed Anonymous readers. I'm sorry for your condition. You really should stop masturbating while reading interracial stories. Masturbation affects your little minds, forcing you to write insulting reviews. Don't torture yourself! Read something else!

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Tim Adkins and Kelly Morris worked for Slocums Tool and Die firm, she as a book-keeper and he in the shipping department. Both had been hired by the company during a job fair, soon after each graduated from High School. Neither, qualified for a scholarship to college, nor, did they have the funds to pay their own way. Like millions of other teenagers, if they weren't going to school, their parents wanted them working and in their own apartment.

During school, Tim and Kelly were friends, but had never dated. They became even better friends at work, since the other employees were older and mostly ignored the young couple. The company paid less than ten dollars an hour for new employees. Tim had his own place, but Kelly was still living at home.

While drinking cokes at McDonald's and searching the 'apartments for rent' section, Kelly said, "look at this! Here's a two bedroom furnished on the first floor, within walking distance of our job."

"Sure, and do you see what they're asking?" Tim answered. "You can't afford that."

"No, but if we lived together, we could! Besides, that old car your Father gave you isn't going to last forever."

Tim gasped with surprise. "Are you suggesting we live together?"

"Why not? It has two bedrooms." She explained.

Tim couldn't believe his good fortune! They had dated a few times after work, and he was crazy about Kelly. In his wildest fantasy, he never imagined sharing the same apartment with the girl of his dreams! Tim was always shy and embarrassed around the opposite sex. Being tall and thin, he thought women were only attracted to muscular, athletic men. Having no self-confidence was the big reason he had few close friends. 

They had been living together a month, when Kelly casually suggested Tim sleep with her. Tim couldn't believe what he was hearing! He thought of all the times he had masturbated while thinking of this very thing!

"Well! Say something!" Kelly demanded.

"I...I'd love to! You don't know how often I've dreamed about doing that!." He stammered.

That very night, getting undressed after turning off the lights, the two young lovers finally explored each others body. Kelly wasn't a virgin, but, she wasn't very experienced either. She knew what made her feel good and that's what mattered. Tim wasn't the only one that masturbated!

Seeing that Tim didn't know the first thing about making love to a woman, Kelly took charge of the situation. Pushing his head to her breasts, she told him, "suck my big titties. Lick and nibble on the hard nipples! Feel how firm and swollen they are? That's because they're excited. Put one of your hands between my legs and touch my pussy. There! See how wet I'm getting? That means I'm horny and want to fuck. Keep sucking my breasts." Taking his hand, she placed his fingers on her blood filled clitoris. "Feel That? Gently massage that area. Yeah, like that! Oh, that feels so good."

Tim was so excited, he was close to cumming. Knowing he was going to have his skinny, six inch dick inside her hot passage, drove him crazy with lust!

"I'm ready for you to fuck me! Do it! Do it now!"

More than willing to comply, Tim was on her body and easily slid his length into her slick passage. After only a few thrusts, he began climaxing, filling her with his thick sperm.

"No! No! Not yet! You can't cum that soon!" Kelly cried. You're supposed to satisfy me before yourself. Don't you know that?"

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. Maybe I'll get hard again in a few minutes."

"A few minutes is too late. Slide down and lick my pussy. I'll tell you when it feels good. Suck your cum from my body. Use your tongue on my clitoris." She instructed.

"I can't do that! That's dirty and nasty!"

"My cunt's not dirty! That cum you squirted into me is from your balls, and it's not nasty, either. It's just protein. Protein is healthy and good for you." Kelly explained.

Ashamed and wanting to please his first love, Tim did as instructed. Long streamers of thick cum was already flowing from her hole. Reluctantly, he stuck his tongue into her slit and began licking the strong tasting fluid, cleaning the outside, before sucking the liquid from deep inside. After swallowing the first mouthful, he actually enjoyed the taste of his sperm and her juices mixed together. Instinctively, he tongued her hard love bud until she was squirming and moaning.

Kelly, thrusting her mound against Tim's mouth, had her own delicious orgasm. It wasn't the best climax in the world, but it would do until the next time. This was their first time and she knew each night would be better than the last.

Months went by, but Tim still had problems with premature ejaculation. All wasn't totally lost, he became a first rate cunt licker. By now, she knew his hot-dog sized dick could never satisfy her. At least, she never had to leave the bed and clean herself. Tim had developed a taste for his own spunk and loved eating Kelly out, almost as much as fucking her. They never quarreled about it, but Kelly became more and more frustrated. She was young and healthy, having sexual urges that remained unsatisfied.

At the urging of their parents, they were married three months later. Dinner at a steak house, and dancing at a local nightclub were their only celebration. Since neither of them were drinkers, they ordered 7-up to sip on while watching the band. Tim and Kelly danced two slow waltz tunes together, but, Tim had no idea how to dance anything faster.

Kelly was wishing her new husband had learned more of the social graces. With her eyes closed, her body seemed to at one with the music. Since she was wishing, Kelly wished her new husband was more of a man. He didn't make love any better than he danced. 

Startled from her reverie, she heard someone say,"may I ask your beautiful companion to dance?" Kelly opened her eyes and looked into the smiling face of a handsome black man.

Tim answered. "You have my permission, but, ask her, not me."

Readily accepting, Kelly found herself on the crowded floor, with an expert, confident dancer. The dance ended much too soon, but another began before they could get off the floor. The third dance was a slow one, and he held her tightly against his muscular body. Both arms were around her, sliding from her shoulders to her ass, and back up again. Each time he clasped her buns, he pulled her against a huge bulge between his legs. Kelly didn't know if he was doing it on purpose, but she did know, her pussy was getting wet . Having a strong man taking control left her weak in the knees.

Walking her back to the booth, Kelly introduced Darren to her husband. Darren observed, "Tim, do you mind if I sit with you guys for a few? The place has filled up and someone has gotten my seat."

Sliding over to make room, Tim was surprised when Darren slid in next to Kelly. Darren ordered a round of drinks, but couldn't believe the other two were drinking straight 7-up. He talked them into having a shot added to celebrate this special night. 

The dark bar had a candle on each table and booth, giving off a dim, flickering light. While making small talk and sipping her drink, Kelly felt Darren place his hand on her knee. Slowly, so Tim wouldn't notice, she put her own hand under the table and tried moving his fingers. He only squeezed tighter. Seeing Tim give her a suspicious look, Kelly placed her hand back around her drink, smiling at something being said. Kelly was still wearing the short, pale pink, wedding dress, giving easy access to her wet mound. Darren's hand slowly worked itself up her thigh, closer and closer to her pussy.

At that moment, Tim said. "I've got to go to the men's room. Excuse me."

This gave Kelly the chance to try and squirm away from Darren's fingers. It, also, made Darren more aggressive and suddenly his palm was covering her moist panties. Turning to face him, she started to tell him off, but he leaned forward and pressed his thick lips against hers. His other hand was behind her neck, preventing any escape. Feeling his tongue trying to gain entry into her mouth, she attempted to turn her head, but to no avail. She was trapped!

Without thinking, Kelly opened her mouth to protest, giving his tongue instant entry into her oral cavity. His tongue was searching her mouth, waiting for a response, an acceptance of his dominance. Kelly felt his fingers under the edge of her thin panties, just before he found her sensitive and swollen clit. With a low moan, she accepted his tongue, sucking on it, wanting more. One of his big fingers had entered her love canal, while his thumb rubbed round and round her love bud. Just as suddenly, she realized what she was letting this stranger do on her wedding night. With all the strength she possessed, she broke his grip, and moved away from the dangerous position she had gotten herself into. Tim picked that instant to slide into his seat. Thank God! She thought.

"Honey, when the band goes on their next break, let's head home. Okay?" Tim asked.

"That's fine with me. We can go now, if you like."

"How about we all get together sometime?" Darren suggested. "My wife and I live in the neighborhood and she would be delighted to have some new friends."

Kelly was amazed to hear Darren talking about having a wife. She was even more surprised to see Tim and Darren exchanging phone numbers.

Undressing as soon as they arrived home, Kelly was all over Tim. She needed to be fucked, and at the moment, she didn't care what size the prick was! As soon as Tim's skinny dick was hard, she pulled him over on top and popped it inside. Her pussy was so wet and slick, she was only dimly aware of his thrusting movements. In only a few moments, Tim groaned out his orgasm, and immediately lowered himself to her sloppy cunt. While he licked and swallowed their thick juices, Kelly thrust her overly sensitive pussy toward his face. Within minutes, she stiffened her legs and arched her back, in the throes of the largest climax since they had been together.

Kelly felt guilty, knowing another man had brought her so close to orgasm. She also knew that's why she had climaxed so fast and hard. Trying not to think of Darren, only made her think of him more. She tried to imagine the true size of his black dick. From the feel through his pants, it must be enormous. Could her inexperienced pussy take something that huge? He was married, so his wife did. If she could, I could! My God! What am I thinking? These thoughts, and some worse, went through her mind again and again during the next few days.

Kelly couldn't get enough sex each night. There was something missing and she knew what it was. She craved to have Darren's black meat stuffed up her pussy. Never having been satisfied by a man's penis, she knew it was because of the small size. Her little love canal needed to be filled and stretched by a real man's cock. In the meantime, she had to be satisfied with the lapping tongue of her husband.

Thursday evening, the phone rang. Tim talked for a few minutes before he said, "let me ask her. Honey, do you want to have a barbecue with Darren and his wife Saturday?"

"Sure, I guess so."

"Okay. It's a date. What? Okay, we will, too. Bye." Tim said

"What was that last part about?"

"Oh. He said to just wear shorts. That's what they wear." Tim answered.

Arriving at the address given, Kelly saw a neat little house with a privacy fence around the back yard. Darren was just coming out of the garage, carrying a propane tank. "Hey, you two! Follow me around back and help me hook up this tank."

Entering the quiet yard, there was no evidence of Darren's wife. "Where's your wife?" Kelly asked.

"Oh, something came up with her sister's daughter and she had to go help out. She'll be back soon." Darren answered. "Try that punch on the table. It's delicious!"

"While you and Tim are hooking up that tank, can I use the bathroom?" 

"Sure! Go through the kitchen and down the hall. It's on the right." Darren explained.

Kelly might me naive, but she wasn't stupid! One look inside the house and she knew there was no woman living there. They should leave right this minute, but was that what she wanted? Hadn't she been thinking of this day all week? If they left, she would never know the feel of his huge pole. Did she want that? Maybe, they could stay awhile and see what Darren had planned. Deep within her heart, she knew she didn't love Tim. They had married because of their parents bitching, and the convenience of combining their wages. Still, marriage vows were sacred and not to be broken.

Joining the men and accepting a glass of punch, she knew it was spiked. That was it! Darren wanted them drunk, especially Tim. An hour later, Darren had to help Tim walk to the toilet.

"Hey, old man, maybe you should lay down for awhile. You're not walking too good." Darren laughed.

"I think you're right. Wake me when the steaks are cooked." Tim slurred.

Returning outside, Darren told Kelly what had happened. Kelly was tipsy, but certainly aware of the position she had put herself. Darren, effortlessly lifted Kelly and carried her in his arms, as if she was a baby. Taking her to the empty bedroom, he dropped her in the middle of the queen size bed. Kelly lay as if in a trance. She stared at Darren, amazed and speechless. Never having met a forceful, dominate man before, she could only wait for what was coming next. She raised her arms when he removed her tee shirt, then he unsnapped her bra, removing it. She lifted her hips, as he pulled her shorts and panties down her shapely thighs, and off. Kelly was able to put one hand over her pubic mound and the other arm across her breasts.

Darren only smiled at her subservient attitude. Kelly watched as Darren discarded his shirt. Taking hold of his shorts, he slowly pulled them down over his ass, revealing the thickest, longest dick she could ever imagine. He heard her gasp, and looking down, saw an expression of fear and horror on her beautiful face. Darren smiled again, as he kicked his shorts out of the way.

Kelly thought of screaming for help, but who would help her? She had dreamed about having extra-marital sex, but not with a monster that size! The coal black pole was hanging between his thighs like a third leg. Kelly had gotten herself into this position with her eyes wide open. There was no one to blame, but herself. She had fantasized of being where she was now, not realizing how big his dick really was. God! What was she going to do? Maybe, he would let her masturbate him. Or, if it was possible, give him a blow-job. Anything, except letting him stretch and ruin her pussy.

Darren knew it was only seven inches long in this state, but grew another three inches when erect. He was gazing at her stomach, estimating how deep he would be, within the next hour. Reveling in the knowledge of her helplessness, Darren still knew, honey caught more flies than vinegar. With a little tender loving care, she would be his from this day forward. 

Laying there, with her head in the crook of his powerful arm, Kelly was staring at his throbbing manhood. Almost hypnotized by the black cobra, she let her hand wander down his stomach. She was startled by the heat and velvety texture, as her small fingers tried to encircle the thick shaft.

Idly stroking his cock, Kelly began talking, telling of the boy in school taking her virginity. Relating how she and Tim happened to live together and then marry. She left out no details about her love life. The size of Tim's dick, his desire of eating her and cleaning her pussy. Her fantasy, of having an orgasm from a man's thrusting penis. As she talked, Darren's rod was growing, filling with blood, standing erect, resembling a black flag pole. Kelly didn't really know why she was telling everything. Maybe, it was to make him understand this was a first time for her. Or, maybe, by telling, he would realize her fears and be gentle. Kelly knew she wasn't going to leave this room without him fucking her with this throbbing, pulsing cock.

Darren lifted Kelly until she was on top, her face only inches from his own. She could feel his dick pressed down between their bodies. Taking her face in his hands, Darren gently kissed her dry lips. Looking into her eyes, Darren said, "You're beautiful. Did you know that? Your green eyes, those freckles on your nose, your even white teeth, all are beautiful. Thank you for telling about yourself. You're going to love this afternoon and what happens. For the rest of your life, you'll never be satisfied with anything less. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I think so, but I'm scared to death. Scared of what we're going to do, and scared of what will happen later. I don't want to lose Tim, or have my family not speaking to me. How will I feel tomorrow, knowing what happened today?" 

Darren kissed her again, with her tongue being the aggressor this time. Kelly relaxed and enjoyed the moment of this wonderful feeling. When Kelly felt his hands pushing her shoulders, she offered no resistance, as her head moved closer and closer to her destroyer. The thick shaft slid between her firm breasts and came to rest against her chin. Raising her head, Kelly stared at the huge, one-eyed, purple-black mushroom . She tentatively kissed the head, sticking out her tongue as if she was kissing Darren's mouth. With her mouth opened wide, her lips engulfing the blunt end, she licked the smooth surface. Hearing Darren groaning, gave her the courage to vigorously suck and lick more forcefully. Accepting another inch, she was still able to swirl her wet tongue around the sensitive under-side area. When she began, his cock was turgid, but not erect. Now, it had become a piece of granite, throbbing with a life of its own. Darren was trying to force more into her mouth and throat, but she was holding tightly to his shaft with both hands. Kelly enjoyed sucking this massive fuck stick, even the copious amount of pre-cum was delicious. She was almost disappointed when Darren pulled her up his body.

Laying Kelly on her back, Darren covered her diminutive form with his muscular black body. She could feel his tightly curled chest hairs rub against her grape sized nipples, standing erectly from dark brown areolas. His monster cock, pressed between their bodies, was throbbing against her lower belly. As Darren clamped his hungry mouth over her willing lips, Kelly groaned out her surrender. Within moments, their tongues were entwined in a seemingly dance of love and desire.

Short minutes later, Darren couldn't wait any longer to taste her delicious seeming body. Kissing her throat, sliding his thick tongue along her neck and directly to the erect nipples. Darren sucked and softly nibbled on each sensitive bud, kneading and massaging each huge globe, causing more moans of pleasure. Continuing his journey down her stomach, his tongue leaving a slimy trail in its' wake, he arrived at his ultimate destination, and inhaled the heady aroma of her sex.

Everything had happened so fast and furious, Kelly had neither the time, nor, desire to protest. Her body was twitching and squirming in the throes of lust. The need to quench the fire raging in her pussy was almost driving her crazy. When she felt Darren's rough tongue touch her burning clitoris, she jumped as if shot from a cannon. Fucking his tongue into her velvet love canal, and then nibbling on her engorged female phallus caused her first orgasm. Continuing the ravishment of Kelly's love fountain, Darren brought her to one convulsion of bliss after another.




Love and Lust



As experienced as Darren was with his mouth, Kelly knew she was missing something. She was still unfullfilled and felt there was a giant orgasm waiting to be released.

Darren couldn't wait another second. He had to fuck this sexy wife! Raising himself, he lifted her knees over his shoulders, spreading her willing pussy wide for the impalement of her body.

Kelly was looking down between their bodies at the huge black head of the long and very thick cock. She was panic stricken for a moment, until he placed the swollen tip against her clitoris, sliding the giant member up and down her sopping wet slit. Still, she couldn't imagine anything that large fitting inside her inexperienced pussy.

Darren knew she was as ready as she would ever be. Gently but firmly applying pressure, his huge knob slipped into her vaginal canal. Hearing her gasp, Darren looked down and asked, "you okay?" 

Kelly smiled weakly, as she slowly nodded her acceptance.

Once inside, his shaft was gripped by her slick vaginal walls. Still, he easily drove another five inches deeper. Soon, he was in virgin territory, deeper than any man before. Withdrawing, he thrust again and again. Each short stroke took his massive shaft deeper and deeper into her love starved pussy. She could feel every vein and rugged ridge on his pulsing shaft.

Kelly, softly moaned when she felt his pubic bone slam against hers. "Stop! Please, stop! You're hurting me!" It wasn't really pain, but an uncomfortable pressure caused by her pussy not having adjusted to his size.

Darren was impatient to fuck this beautiful wife, and it took all his willpower to hold still while she adjusted to his size. After a few moments, feeling her pussy relax, Darren began a series of short, gentle strokes. Not hearing any complaints, his thrusts became longer and more forceful.

Greedily accepting every inch of his thrusting rod, Kelly could feel the bulbous head pounding against her cervix. The friction from the strokes was causing a pleasurable heat deep within her stomach.This, plus the thick shaft rubbing against her swollen clitoris, made her experience the first of a series of climaxes. She wrapped her legs around his ass, trying to pull him deeper, as if that was possible.

Darren, pumping in and out of her clasping pussy, could feel her muscles contracting around his throbbing cock. Darren felt that finally, he had found the perfect pussy. Hers' fit him like a tight glove and accomodated his size and length perfectly.

Not able to believe the intense pleasure she was receiving, Kelly was pushing back against each of his forceful strokes. Her entire being was consumed with lust for this giant instrument destroying her innocent pussy. Feeling his cock swell even more, Kelly came to her senses long enough to plead, "Don't cum in me, please!.. I don't want to get pregnant with a black baby."

Darren was too far gone and had no intention of pulling out. The knowledge that he was fucking a white man's wife, that now belonged to him, was the most exciting thing he had ever experienced. Plus, the fact she might get pregnant, only put icing on the cake.

Kelly made a feeble attempt at pushing Darren off, as she felt him press his cock-head against her cervix and the first huge gush of potent sperm splash into her fertile womb. The powerful contractions of his massive organ caused Kelly to have another orgasm. Primal instinct took over, and she tightened her legs around his ass, pulling him deeper inside. Over and over, his cock pulsed potent seed into the opening mouth of her cervix.

After the last contraction, Darren lay on Kelly with his rod still buried to the hilt. He was gently kissing her, when a moan was heard from the doorway. Both, looking that way, spied Tim leaning against the wall, with his now flacid dick in hand. A string of cum was covering the knuckles of his fingers.

Kelly was embarrassed to death, but Darren seemed unconcerned, keeping his cock deep within, effectively plugging her hole.

With everyone not moving, just staring at each other, Kelly stuttered out, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for this to happen. It just did!" How do you apologize with a huge dick still buried in your belly? 

"Don't apologize! That was the most erotic thing I ever saw in my life!" Tim exclaimed. "Why didn't you ever tell me you had the desire to fuck another man?"

"You mean...You don't mind? Really? You don't want a divorce? Kelly asked in surprise. "In that case, do you want to join us? I have a pussy full of protein waiting for you."

Still partly drunk, Tim staggered to the bed and flopped down next to the conjoined couple. With his clothes still on, Tim squirmed around and got his head between their thighs. Darren slowly pulled his still turgid pole from Kelly's vagina. Kelly rolled her hips upward, reluctant to let him escape her hungry pussy.

Tim could see a large pool of sperm buried within her labia, beginning to leak out and run down her shapely ass. Hungrily, Tim placed his mouth over the opening and got his first taste of another man's seed. It was thicker and stronger than his own, but still tasty and delicious. This was much better than drinking his own! Tim couldn't believe how much her pussy could hold. There was more than he could cum in a month! Sucking and swallowing every drop, his thirst was finally satisfied. Still, he kept licking and nibbling on her now erect clit, wanting to eat her pussy forever.

In the meantime, Kelly and Darren were in a lip lock, with Kelly attempting to swallow Darren's tongue. Darren was still horny and ready to fuck this shapely white wife again. Kelly was on the verge of another climax, but, she wanted to be fucked again with Darren's life giving pleasure pole.

Darren pushed Tim's head away from Kelly's wide open labia. Flipping her over, he climbed between the firm ass cheeks. Lifting her ass to reach his ready cock, he slid easily into the already slick love canal. She gasped, when Darren thrust balls deep with one smooth thrust. With long strokes, Darren began fucking Kelly like a bitch in heat. In this position, he could penetrate ever deeper. Each time he buried his cock, he could feel the head press against the bud of her cervix. This time, Darren was positive this white wife would be pregnant. 

Tim couldn't bear the sight of his wife being fucked by that monster black pole any longer. Kelly's head was resting on her folded arms. It took but a moment, to lift her head and slide into place, with her head and open mouth in his lap. Tim's long thin dick was again erect and ready.

Aware of what was expected of her, Kelly let Tim's weiner enter her throat. Tim's much smaller dick was better for sucking. She could inhale the complete length without choking. Sucking on the shaft and licking around the head, soon had Tim humping her face. It didn't surprise Kelly when Tim shortly squirted his load down her throat. Still pre-mature as ever, Kelly thought, had no trouble swallowing the small amount.

Darren had reached around and was massaging her blood engorged, sensitive clitoris, driving Kelly crazy. His incredible girth had her slit stretched to it's limits. Again, he could feel a powerful orgasm building in his balls.

Kelly felt the heat rising and spreading outward. Jolts of pleasure and the heat seemed to be combined. When she felt his cock swell and throb even more, the pleasure consumed her very being. Her complete body was a ball of fire, as the biggest orgasm of her life raced in every direction. The unbelievable climax was followed by a rush of sperm shooting from the head of Darren's baby making machine. Gobs of potent sperm forced it's way into her cervix, swimming for her fallopian tube, and to the impregnation of this young wife. When the last jets of his fertile sperm were deposited in Kelly's womb, Darren collapsed on top of the exhausted wife.

The ever innovative Tim was in position to receive his reward. He had forced his head under their bodies, close to her filled pussy. As Darren withdrew, Tim repaced his mouth with the huge member. Kelly was able to sit up on his face, without losing contact with the hungry mouth. Huge gobs of thick fluid gushed into his willing oral receptacle. If Tim hadn't swallowed so rapidly, he would have actually drowned in cum.

Later, after quick showers and relaxing on the patio, everyone was quiet and subdued. Finally, Darren had a suggestion. "Why don't the two of you move in here and give up your apartment? It would financially benefit all of us. By now, you well know I have no wife."

Not able to look Tim in the eyes, Kelly said. "Honey, I don't want to lose Darren. If we don't do as he suggests, I'm sure I'll sneak behind your back and see him anyway. I'm sorry!"

"As long as you let me join the activities like we did today. I'm willing, if you are." Tim answered.

Six weeks later, Kelly knew she was pregnant and her baby would have two fathers. How lucky could any child be?

the end



Love and Lust at First Sight!



"Goddam snow!!!" I growled to myself locked in yet another commuter snarl in a snowstorm.

"Fuck you too!" I yelled at some faceless driver cutting me off and then flipped him the bird for good measure!

Northern Minnesota is no picnic at anytime of the year even though the scenery is enough to blow your socks off. Beautiful scenery also means unforgiving nature all around. The North Woods had long ago surrendered its magnificent fall blaze of riotous colors dancing in the autumn sun to the gray enveloping mantle of winter; a winter of short gray days and long dark snowy nights. "Siberian freight trains" rumble through almost weekly, it seems, and their heavy snows, high winds, and bitterly cold backsides will test the mettle of anything that lives! The bears and squirrels just plain give up and hibernate till spring comes around again...not a bad idea but I don't have that option...I have to work for a living! And now I am heading to some gawd awful corporate Christmas party that I was pushed into, in a snowstorm!

I finally saw the icy sign for the Steak House emerge from the pelting snow and pulled into the big empty lot! Well, almost empty! There was a small cluster of cars and vans parked as close to the entrance as they could. In another display of protest I parked well away from them and tromped through the snow to the entrance.

"Great! Just damn great! This place looks like it will have no fucking booze, no large crowd to get lost in, and I don't even have a damn date! Fuck!"

Inside the restaurant I stomped the snow off my boots and felt the interior warmth immediately flush my cheeks. 

"Sir, do you have a reservation?"

"Hmmmm? What? No. I'm with them." I said pointing at the small group arranged around the party room.

"Sir, there must be some mistake. They have reserved that room for themselves and told me they are expecting no other people."

"Yeah, the mistake is yours. They are just playing some sicko office joke on me. I'm going in there! " and I marched toward them with the host hard on my heels.

"Sir, stop! You can't! Stop!"

By then I had reached the door expecting to be greeted warmly by the group inside but instead met with stares and whispers of a crowded room of strangers. Some people openly laughed at my confusion. I didn't know a single soul.

"Sir...you have to leave or I'll have to call the county sheriff!"

"But...I was invited..to the Eveleth Steak House for tonight!"

"This is Chisholm."

Then it dawned on me that just when I had been flipping off that rude driver I had missed my turn and taken one hell of a detour.

"Damn! Sorry! Now I have to go back out in that storm! Damn!"

"Is there some problem here?" asked one of the nearby diners.

"No....no problem...I'm just tired, frustrated, and truly sorry to have disturbed your holiday dinner!"

"Oh...please stay...won't you join us anyway?" she invited warmly.

Her kindness took both me and the host by surprise. I thought it over for a second and then thought, "Why not?" 

"Thank you! I will stay!" I said with a triumphant look at the host and let myself be led, arm in arm, to the generous woman's table.

She introduced me to her husband and a family friend. I made polite conversation for awhile and was soon enjoying a nicely cooked steak compliments of the house, believe it or not. That gesture really surprised me until I noticed the size of the rock on my rescuer's finger. She also was sitting on a thick fur coat, real mink, very warm and very expensive!

We talked some of my work and I looked around and noticed a woman in the corner helping an elderly gentleman prepare his steak. She was quickly and efficiently cutting the meat into bite-sized pieces and then feeding them, carefully and slowly, to her grateful diner. She looked up for just a second and caught my gaze.

My heart lurched when I saw her cornflower blue eyes sparkling and when she smiled at me my heart swelled and skipped a beat. I couldn't help but stare until she nervously looked away and then returned to her task. 

She was drop-dead gorgeous and if I died right now I died happy. Completely happy in desperate love! She had platinum blond hair that was tied back in a heavy loose ponytail held together with some brass barrettes and I swear that even her hair sparkled. She blushed while helping feed the gentleman knowing that I was still looking her way and the blush just added to her charm.

"Sir?"

"Sir?"

I felt someone pulling at my sleeve and I started to come out of my daze.

"Hmmmm?..."

"Sir? Sir?"

"Yes?"

"The lovely young lady's name is Marie and she is my elderly uncle's personal assistant. She attends to his every need, like a nanny. She's single. Would you like to meet her?"

"Hell YES! I mean....yes, that would be great!" I was still staring at the feminine vision in the corner.

My hostess grasped my hand, like she was leading a child, to the corner and Marie blushed deeper as she became aware of our approach. So fucking beautiful!

"Marie...this is...say, what is your name, sir"

"Ha ha ha.....just call me "Rude for Staring"..." and I took her hand and kissed it lost again in her eyes.

"May I sit down?" and she nodded blushing again.

"Well...why don't you two get acquainted? Here let me. " and the hostess took the silverware from Marie and took over her duties literally pushing her away so she was seated across from me. "You can have the rest of the evening off dear..if you wish. It is the Christmas season!" and the hostess smiled and winked at me but I was already lost in a wonderful new world that now had a name, Marie! I thought that I smelled the faint odor of stale smoke in her hair.

"Want to step out for a smoke, Marie?"

"Yes!" she replied and we grabbed our coats and headed for the front door.

"By the way, my name is William."

Marie, when she stood up, was all of 5 feet zero with smallish breasts but a world class ass. When she got up I could not help but notice that she was bra-less. She smelled like spring and her ass rolled so sweetly under her thin black dress that I had to hide my developing wood under my jacket. Damn! I offered lovely Marie a Marlborough Red which she accepted. We lit up in the doorway and then walked outside to exhale. She had to brush past me and the mere pressure of her soft thigh made me tingle all over.

Outside the snow had, thankfully, eased and we added our mingled breath to the chilly air. Marie smoked delicately, taking care to flick any loose ash, and inhaled in small breaths puffing them quickly away. She caught me staring again and, looking down, blushed and then laughed.

I almost choked when I saw that my boner was now pointing straight out against my thin gray slacks and through my open coat, beyond embarrassing.

"Fuck! I mean...sorry!" and I tried to hide my arousal with my fur cap but that just looked ridiculous while freezing my head in the cold wind.

"Damn!" and I just stood there helpless, willing my cock to wilt but it wouldn't! 

Marie laughed again at my growing discomfort.

"Hahahaha! Don't worry about it. I think it's a great compliment!" and she blushed again.

I tried a few drags but felt so silly standing there smoking with some strange woman while sporting a big hard-on. I ground out the half-finished cigarette in the snowy slush.

"Well...this is a hell of a first impression isn't it?" I managed.

Marie choked on her cigarette and coughed out a ragged laugh but even then managed to look like a vision in the gray smoke.

"Maybe we could sit in your car?...they will be coming outside soon." she ventured bravely with a wry smile and a subtle gesture at my pants.

"Damn! Where the hell are my manners? Hell yes!"

She stumbled against me on a small drift and I felt my prick press against her waist. 

"Damn! I'm sorry, Marie!"

"Teehee. Please...stop apologizing...it's quite natural and like I said, a nice compliment! I like it!" and then she actually patted my aching dick!

"Shit...if you do that again we won't ever get out of the backseat!" I laughed.

"Oh? Is the backseat what the two of you have in mind for me?...Hmmmm?"

"Well, no...."

"Liar!"

Who the hell is this young woman named Marie suddenly turning my little world completely upside down?

At my car, a black Mercedes, I unlocked the doors and then held the passenger side door for Marie to climb in. She looked me in the eye with those lovely blues and holding my gaze ignored me and opened the back door. My awkward erection turned to steel!

"What a nice warm handhold. Why, thank you!" and then she actually grabbed it and climbed into the backseat.

I just stood there like an idiot until she laughed.

"Well?"

I slammed her door shut and ran around the car and jumped in the back. I pressed the remote starter and the engine jumped to life.

"What are you doing?" Marie asked sweetly.

"Huh? What do you mean?" I laughed. "Warming it up so that we have some heat, of course!"

"William? What makes you think that we will need a heater, silly." she whispered quietly and looked at me with smouldering fire in her eyes while taking the remote and shutting off the engine. If possible I got even harder.

Holding her slim face in my hands I kissed her softly on her cold cheek, then hard on the lips. Marie kissed me back with a deep searching kiss that left us both gasping. I tore open her jacket as she struggled with my buttons. Kissing again we sank down on the soft leather seat. I felt her heart quickening against my chest and let my hand find her knees, her thighs, her panty-covered pussy. Marie's tongue found my throat when I slipped a finger underneath the edge of her panties and discovered her most intimate feminine juices flowing hot. She tore down my zipper and grabbed my hot cock in her cold tiny hand.

"Fuck...that's cold!" I gasped into her mouth, probing deeper.

"Fuck..that's hot!" she giggled tightening her grip and then started slowly stroking my cock while fondling my heavy balls.

"Damn!"

"Problems?" she whispered into my ear and then bit it.

I gasped and threw her backwards roughly tearing off her panties and pulling up her tight dress. I sunk my tongue into her juicy little box and started licking and thrusting.

"OooooOOOoooooOOOooo....!" Marie squealed and twisted and ground her pussy against my face. "Please don't stop...don't ever stop!" And she panted and pulled at her hardening nipples through her tight black dress.

Marie's legs automatically spread wider and her tiny feet came up as I slurped and sucked and licked!

Then, I heard a car door slam...two!

"Oh oh..." and I pulled my head up to look around us but there was nothing to worry about because we had already frosted the cold windows with our hot breath!

"Dammit! Tend to my cunt!" Marie demanded and yanked my head back down and ground her drooling fragrant snatch against my mouth.

"Ow!" I laughed because she was pulling my hair. "Take it easy!"

But she was having none of easy and yanked harder causing real pain!

"Dammit!" And I slapped her hot ass in reflex.

Her flesh rolled in waves away from my stinging slap and a red hand print rose in sharp relief on her white asscheek. She maintained her hold, grinding away. I spanked her again harder this time and she released my hair and tried to cover her bottom. Now into the scene I was having none of that and pulled her hand behind her back and spanked her again and again. I kept on expecting a howl of protest but to my surprise she became quite docile and submitted to the punishment, even raising her ass so I could spank it better.

"Damn! You are a hot bitch, Marie!"

"Ouch! You have no idea! Ow!" and she turned over.

Even now I somehow managed to gain some presence of mind and hit the remote to start my car and give us some ambient heat. What a vision! Marie, with her naked reddened ass raised, her dress gathered around her waist, and her drooling pussy peeking from between her soft inner thighs, was staring back at me with bedroom eyes that were just begging me to fuck her silly. Without a word I opened my pants and finally released my cock that immediately fell heavily against her dewy puffy lips. We both gasped!

"Marie...I...."

"Just do it...no words...DO IT!..."

I drove my dick all the way in! She was so tight and hot and wet and....eager! Now knowing that she was over lubricated I immediately started fucking her, hard! Marie matched my pace lunging backwards against me on each stroke so hard that her little tits flipped and flapped in wild display inside her holiday dress. Her big ass looked so luscious and flattened rhythmically under the power of each my thrusts. Reaching for her sexy hip to get a hold to fuck her even harder I felt my thumb brush over her tight little asshole.

"Mmmmmm...." came out of her mouth in a low throaty growl.

Still pacing my fucking I let my thumb return to the little pink pucker and pressed, deliberately this time. Marie absolutely exploded.

"Ooooo....DAMN!...Ooooo...FUCK!...Ooooo..." she howled in orgasm.

I kept fucking her hard feeling her pussy clinch and spasm until her fluids changed texture, thickening, and she started to come back down. I resumed screwing her stretched pussy and she continued to match my pace, wiggling with eager enthusiasm. What a cock slut!

"Come in me, William! Deep inside me!"

I grunted and concentrated slowing my pace and deep dicked her for awhile while a rogue thought grew in my mind, a deliciously nasty thought! I could feel my swollen cockhead slipping past her cervix now on each stroke as she raised her ass even higher for a better angle giving me a hell of a view. I almost came. I slipped a finger alongside my cock, deep inside her relaxed cunt.

"Mmmmmmm, that feels great....fuck me! Fuck me some more! Please?"

I slowly withdrew my finger and then rubbed it on her textured asshole coating it well with her hot fluids while she moaned deeply. I pushed my finger back into her pussy and she lurched against me and trembled starting to get the idea.

"You wouldn't dare!...?" Marie mumbled keeping the pace but twisting her head to watch in interest now as I pressed the tip of the dripping finger into her tight little pucker.

My balls tightened and I almost came again as I looked into her lust-filled blue eyes that were almost glowing in the dimming light. I felt her press back against the invading finger. I did this several times as Marie became docile as a lamb obviously savoring the ass play! 

"Marie, I'm going to fuck your big hot ass!"

And I pulled out to position my cock against her nether opening. But she was having none of that and slapped my hand away and gripped my cock hard pulling the smooth head back to her open leaking pussy.

"Oh, sorry Marie, I didn't mean to offend....."

But Marie held my gaze as she groaned sensuously soaking the swollen head with more of her slick fluids and then actually leered at me as she placed my cockhead against her hot asshole.

"Damn!"

"Slow at first?...." she groaned through gritted teeth as I pressed firmly against her asshole finally feeling her open a little and my head pop past the tight pucker of delicious forbidden female flesh.

"Ow! Dammit! OW!" She cried out as I wedged my cockhead in deeper.

I stopped, giving her a few seconds to adjust, and then started a slow in and out when she pressed back against me again. Her ass was a gripping hot oven of pleasure.

"Damn! It's been so long, William! Ow!" She groaned and pulled my hand to her swaying tits still encased in her dress. I felt her nipples tightening as I massaged her tits and fucked a little deeper into her hot tight ass.

"Fuck! Fuck! I've never fucked someone's ass before Marie! Damn!" I grunted as I felt my cock finally bottom out deep inside her dark hole! I just held it there and scooped some more of her cunt juices onto the base of my cock skewering her ass.

We managed a few tentative strokes as I continued basting my cock with her juices and Marie groaned in a mixture of easing pain and growing pleasure. Then the change was obvious and overwhelming. Marie kept my hand fastened to her tits with one of her own and started to buck against my invading dick like a bitch in heat. I bent over her back and kissed her on the neck and she grabbed my head and returned the kiss, fiercely tangling her wet probing tongue with mine in a rhythm to match our fucking, ass fucking...damn!

I broke away panting and with a deep groan started to really fuck her, lost in the pleasure of the forbidden. Fucking a woman, a willing woman, a stranger, in the ass, right here in some steak house parking lot in the middle of a snowstorm! 

"Oh YES! YES! YES!" she shrieked as I plowed her deep feeling my balls getting tickled by her curly wiry pubic bush on each stroke.

"Don't stop! Oh, don't ever stop! Really give it to me now, please?" she begged as I felt her losing control and watched her fingers release the hand on her tits and move to her sopping pussy. Her fingers dipped deep inside and then quickly moved to her clit where they blurred in a sensual ancient rhythm.

I firmly gripped her curvy hips and plowed her for all I was worth. Damn she was so hot and tight! When I felt her fingers sliding back inside her pussy and caressing my cock fucking inside her ass I lost it and wailed like an animal!

I felt my balls tingling and tightening now as I fucked her without mercy relishing the pleasure of our frantic fucking. Cock and cunt, that's all we were at that moment in time, female forbidden ass flesh and pounding male meat joined in a surge of molten heat.

Marie came first.

"Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh...." was all that came out of her lust-twisted mouth as her fingers flashed and her glorious asshole clamped down, hard!

"Dammit Marie! I'm cumming, cumming! Grnshhhhhhhhhhh!" I growled and pumped heavy load after load of thick hot cum deep inside her hot asshole.

"In my pussy too! Fuck! Hurry!" she commanded, gasping.

I lurched free of her tight ass with a lurid wet "pop" and shoved my spurting cock, balls deep, into her proffered swampy cunt! My nuts reflexively tightened again and I shot two more potent streams right into her spongy cervix. The intimate kiss of her cervix and my buried cockhead coaxed out yet one more long stream of semen and then I collapsed onto her sweating back pressing her into the car seat.

"Hahahaahahaahah!" I laughed in delirious pleasure, biting her shoulder.

"Heeheheheeheheehehehe!" she echoed in the giggly stage of the afterglow.

Awash in the scent and the heat of spent sex and growing warmth of the car's interior we were in no hurry to move. Eventually Marie roused enough to turn over under me and reinserted my still half-hard cock. 

"Fuck!...Your pussy feels so GOOD, Marie!" 

I looked outside briefly and saw that the snow was, again, falling heavily and the wind was really picking up swirling around the car in a Midwest whiteout.

"Hahaahaha...you know we might just be stranded! Fuck! I can't believe you let me fuck you like that Marie. Especially since you just met me."

"Oh, you liked?" she teased. "And, by the way, stranded here with you sounds just fine to me since we are now anything but strangers!" said Marie squeezing her pleasured pussy on my still embedded cock.

END



Love and Lust in the Garden of Eden



Eve loved her garden. It was very beautiful, it was full of plants of every type and she had flowers of every color. Eden was indeed a very lovely and peaceful place. She had no cares, as the garden was also brimming with fruits of every type. Eve especially enjoyed sampling the fruits of each tree. Some were sweeter than others, the tastes varied, but all were good.

As if he had been reading her thoughts, the serpent asked "All the fruits Eve? You have not sampled of all the fruits. Look at Adam, see the fruit which he holds between his legs? That fruit still belongs to Lilith."

Like chasing away a bad dream, Eve dismissed the Serpent with a simple "be gone". As Adam and Eve were the appointed masters of the garden, he had no choice but to obey. A seed had already been planted in Eve's mind, one that would grow.

Eve did not like hearing mention of Lilith. Behind her back she would hear the whisperings by the animals concerning Adam's previous relationship. None prior to the serpent had dared speak of Lilith directly to Eve. 

She was nothing but a spirit that would come to Adam at night. Lilith would cause Adam to become hard, cause him to moan and move in his sleep as if in pain. Why would Eve want to sample that fruit? 

Adam had told her that even touching his "fruit" was forbidden. Was that not what separated man from the animals that served them in the garden? The animals would leave their very principles behind in order to mate. It was the planting of the fruit which caused the male birds to become proud strutting around. The rams would fight over who would bear fruit with the ewes.

Eve had hardly noticed the animals breeding prior to the serpent. She now lingered watching with keen interest as the Ram mounted the ewe. She watched the male dog's cock form a knot holding the female in place prolonging their pleasure. She watched the stallion, the stallion made her blush.

Eve wondered what would the stallion feel like? What would any of them feel like? 

The serpent being the craftiest of the animals, was there whispering; "Look, look at their pleasure. Watch the pleasure in the ewe's eye as the ram enters her. See the lust in the bitch's eye for the wolf's cock. See the mare, the look as that long cock fills the mare".

Eve felt lust from the hypnotic spell spun by the serpent. "Reach down and touch your own fruit Eve. You have your own fruit, you do not have to rely on Adam." Eve touched, she felt her soft wet lips, Eve found her clit. It made her jump, so sensitive. You must quit now as not to lose herself.

The serpent was holding her tight. His coils were comforting rather than strangling. She felt bound by the serpent, bound by her lust. Not being able to move, Eve was absolved from responsibility. Being bound, she was free to enjoy the flickering tongue of the serpent parting her pussy lips. It finding it's way down to her ass, working it's way back up her pussy. The serpent found her clit.

Eve felt a need, a desire building up inside her. For what she knew not. The serpents whisper returned to her ear; "Remember the stallion mounting the mare". 

Remember she did. As Eve pictured the huge spotted horse cock entering the mare, she could almost feel it herself. A cock pressing against her pussy, the cock spreading her wet cunt lips. This was more than her mind picturing, she could feel the serpents tail entering her. He had beguiled her indeed.

What a wonderful beguiling as the coils held her body from moving, even from speaking, the tail penetrate Eve deeper and deeper. It began fucking her pussy, Eve finding her voice ordered not for the serpent to be gone, but to fuck her harder.

The feel of her pussy being full, being fucked, was accompanied by the serpent's ever present whispers. "Adam was sent among the animals to find a mate. Where my tail is entering you, Adam has fucked each of the species and kind. You were brought forth to mate with Adam. Go taste of his fruit."

Eve lay in the grass wanting. The serpent had left her unfulfilled and desirous. That night sleep escaped Eve, hunger for sex filled her mind. Her gaze repeatedly returned to Adam's cock, she would taste. 

Eve licked the head of Adam's cock. Finding it pleasing, she continued to lick and kiss the length of Adam's hardening cock. Hearing the moans which Adam sent forth when Lilith visited, Eve sucked his cock, milking it with her hand. She wanted to taste of his fruit. She wanted to feel his seed in her mouth. Adam was fucking Eve's mouth in his sleep, soon filling it with his cum.

Eve was pleased but still unsatisfied, her fingers feeling the warmth and wetness of her pussy. Pressing her body against Adam, Eve whispered into his ear: "Adam, eat of my Fruit, I have tasted of the fruit and found it very pleasant". She brought her fingers, wet from her needy cunt to Adam's lips. 

Adam tasted of Eve's fruit. Doing what the sheep in the field do, Adam entered Eve. Slowly, fearful at first, Adam spread Eve's pussy lips, penetrating her warm wet pussy. Her cunt was tight engulfing his cock, it was wonderful. 

Adam had found his mate. Each stroke of his loins were met with an equal push from Eve. His grunts and moans were accompanied by a harmony of squeals from Eve. His stiffening body pushing his cum deep into Eve's pussy was accompanied by Eve's convulsions pulling his sperm towards her eggs.

Adam knew his wife. Adam held Eve in his arms as his seed penetrated her egg. Eve had become the first mother, the mother of the human race. 



Love and Lust in the Welsh Valleys



This is my first attempt at writing a story - based partly on fact and partly on fantasy. Names have been changed to protect the innocent! Feedback welcomed. 

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It wasn't the first time. As a 24 year old newly qualified nurse, Rebecca had seen patients die on the ward before, but this was the first time it had hit her so hard. The patient was a young man, only 35 years of age, who had succumbed to a rare form of bone cancer. Rebecca had looked after both him and his doting wife for the past four weeks, whilst he had slowly drifted in the downward spiral towards death. Over the preceding month she had grown used to chatting to him, finding out about his life and listening to his hopes and dreams for the future, dreams that they both knew would never be fulfilled. 

Now he lay on the cold hospital bed, still and silent. Rebecca pulled the sheets over the lifeless body, switched off the lights and left the cubicle. The patient's wife, her eyes glistening with tears, shook Rebecca's hand and thanked her for all she had done. Trying hard to maintain her composure, Rebecca escorted her to the end of the ward and watched as she entered the lift, the lift doors closed and she disappeared from view. 

Making her way back down the ward, under the intense bright neon lights, Rebecca pushed on a heavy wooden door and went into the nurses' changing room. With the lights left off, she stood, looking out from the small, dirt covered window over the Welsh hills, as snowflakes began to fall from an overcast sky and the watery sun descended behind the distant horizon. It was then her eyes welled up and salty tears began rolling down her face. Rebecca felt alone. Her fiancé, Tom, was abroad for another 2 weeks and she longed for him to be there with her. 

Standing there in the semi-darkness of the changing room, Rebecca heard the creak of the door opening and was aware of her friend, and fellow nurse, Gemma, standing in the doorway.

"Are you ok, Becca" Gemma asked, her voice soft and understanding. 

Rebecca didn't answer and Gemma walked over and placed an arm around her shoulders.

"Hey, I know it's tough, it's always hard but you'll get used to it. It's fine to feel upset and to have a good cry now and again." Gemma was a year older than Rebecca and knew exactly how she was feeling.

Rebecca wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled weakly back. "Thanks Gem, I feel stupid, it's just this time of year, a young patient dying and Tom being away, guess I just feel pretty low right now."

"When's Tom back?" Gemma asked quietly. 

"Two weeks tomorrow" she replied, with a sad tone to her voice. 

After a short pause Gemma said brightly, "I know, what you need is some cheering up. When we finish the shift why don't I round up a couple of the others and we'll go out for a few drinks?"

Rebecca nodded. "Ok, that'd be good - why don't you all come back to my place, it's only a couple of minutes' walk from the hospital?" 

"Great," said Gemma, "that's a deal! You take a few minutes, splash some water on your face and come back out when you're ready." 

Rebecca took Gemma's hand and squeezed it tightly. "Thanks Gem, I really appreciate it." 

Gemma flashed her a brilliant white smile. "What are friends for?"

As Gemma left the changing room, Rebecca flicked on the lights and stood in front of the tall mirror that hung on the changing room wall. Her deep brown eyes looked red, and it was obvious she'd been crying. She ran a hand through her long, blonde hair, flicking it back over her slim shoulders. The light blue nurses' dress clung to her body, accentuating her slender hips, the hem reaching down almost to the end of her smooth creamy thighs. With her hands she smoothed out the creases, readjusted the sash around her waist and checked that the buttons on her chest remained fastened. Satisfied with her appearance and with her composure regained, she switched off the lights, opened the changing room door and, taking a deep breath in, went back to work. 

Two hours later night had fallen. As they left the hospital foyer the snow lay deep underfoot and the air was crisp and biting. The darkness enveloped the four of them as they made their way from the hospital, out across the now quiet road and walked the short distance to Rebecca's house. As she'd promised, Gemma had managed to persuade Rob, one of the student nurses on the ward, and Will, the ward's junior doctor, to join them - mainly with the promise of free alcohol and an evening spent in the company of two of the ward's most attractive nurses.

Taking out her key, Rebecca unlocked the front door and ushered them all inside. Removing her coat she wondered whether she should change out of her uniform, but decided the effort would be too great and that she was too tired. The house was small but warm and inviting, especially after experiencing the cold harshness of the night outside. They made their way into the living room and whilst Gemma produced a couple of bottles of red wine, Rebecca went into the tiny kitchen and found four wine glasses. Over the next couple of hours they sat together drinking, talking and sharing stories. 

Several times Rebecca caught Rob and Will stealing glances at her exposed long legs and the swell of her breasts pressed tightly against the fabric of her dress. Although she enjoyed the attention she made no effort to encourage either of them and her eyes kept wandering to the photo of her fiancé, Tom, which sat atop the window-sill. Rebecca noticed that the two guys were also not so subtly looking at Gemma, who was lying back on the sofa next to her, with her slim, toned body relaxed back into the cushions. 

At eleven o'clock Rebecca slowly arose from the sofa, yawning and saying to the assembled group that she was exhausted and needed to get some sleep. The others took their cue and helped tidy up the living room, carrying the empty wine bottles and glasses back into the kitchen. With this done they said their goodbyes and Rebecca closed the door behind them as they went back out into the night. As she watched the three of them walk down the street, Rebecca noticed the snow had started falling again. 

Locking the door, Rebecca washed up the glasses and turned out the lights. Making her way up the stairs in near total darkness she entered the bedroom that she and Tom shared, before going through into the en-suite bathroom and turning on the shower, waiting for the freezing water to become warm. At that moment she heard the shrill ring of her doorbell. 

Slightly scared, knowing she was entirely alone, she made her way down the stairs and tried to discern through the frosted glass of the front-door who could be ringing her doorbell at this time of night. As she cautiously opened the door she relaxed when she realised it was Gemma. 

"I'm really, really sorry Hun," Gemma said apologetically. "I walked all the way back to my car and it won't start. Is there any chance I could use your phone to ring the AA?" 

"Of course you can, come on in," Rebecca answered quickly. 

A few minutes, and a couple of phone calls, later Gemma's face looked worried. "I've spoken to the AA and they aren't going to be able to get here for several hours, apparently the snow is so bad across the Valleys that most of the roads are blocked." 

"What do you want to do," asked Rebecca?

"It's ok', said Gemma, "I'll walk back over to the hospital and see if they have any free rooms in the accommodation block." 

"Don't be silly," said Rebecca, "you can't go back out again in this weather, you're already frozen. Look, why don't you stay here with me tonight?"

"But I don't have any night things though," said Gemma. 

"What size clothes do you take?" asked Rebecca. "I reckon you're probably about the same size as me so I can lend you some night stuff." 

"I'm a size 8 - on a good day," said Gemma. 

"Perfect," replied Rebecca, "that's the same as me. Come on, let's go and have a look for some things for you." 

As they both walked up the stairs, Gemma kept expressing her thanks, "I'm so grateful for this Becca, are sure you don't mind having me here for the night?"

"Hey, it's no problem," replied Rebecca, "I hate being here on my own anyway." Rebecca smiled for a second and then added "Just don't tell Rob and Will you stayed with me though, I think they'd get very jealous they didn't get the same offer."

Gemma laughed. "Yeah, did you see the way they were looking at us both earlier, typical guys." 

"The shower should be ready by now," said Rebecca, pointing into the bathroom. "It always takes ages to warm up but it should be hot. There's shampoo, soap and towels on the side."

"Thanks Becca, a shower would be amazing right now."

Gesturing towards an old wooden chest of drawers by the side of the bed, Rebecca said "Have a look in the top drawer and grab something to wear, there should be some spare nightclothes." 

Thanking her again, Gemma removed some clothes from the drawer, entered the small bathroom, closing the door behind her and a few seconds later Rebecca could hear the sound of her uniform falling to the floor and Gemma climbing into the shower. 

With the sound of the water splashing in the background, Rebecca drew the bedroom's net curtains together and checked her mobile phone for texts from Tom. There was one, it said 'I love you xx'. Smiling she texted back 'I love you too xx' then, switching the phone off, she placed it on top of her bedside table. 

After ten minutes or so the bathroom door opened and Gemma reappeared, a large white bath-towel wrapped around her slim body.

"Wow, I really needed that," she said "I feel a million times more human now." 

Rebecca stepped into the warm, steam filled bathroom and shut the door. With waves of exhaustion washing over her she unfastened the buttons at the front of her dress and dropped her uniform to her feet. Reaching behind she unclasped her white lace bra and let it fall to the ground, revealing her firm, milky white breasts. Finally she hooked her fingers under the elastic of her underwear and slid them down her long legs, past her ankles and tossed them onto the floor.

Standing under the shower she felt the hot water splashing over her face and chest, before trickling down her thighs to her feet. Rebecca poured some of the luxury strawberry gel Tom had bought her for her birthday into the palm of her hand and rubbed her palms together, generating a rich foam. 

Rebecca's delicate hands passed round her neck and upper chest, massaged over her firm breasts and down over her taut tummy to the top of her well toned thighs. Slipping a soap covered hand between her legs she then reached round and ran her hands over her smooth buttocks. 

Tom had always jokingly told her that it was her bum that had been the striking feature that had attracted him the first time they had met - that was the very first thing he had noticed about her as she had stood at the counter of the coffee shop, facing away from him as she ordered her latte. Rebecca remembered she encounter vividly, she had been wearing a pair of tight black jeans that had enhanced the soft curves of her rear and the slim outline of her hips and Tom had been unable to resist. 

With the shower turned off, Rebecca stepped out onto the bath mat. As she towelled herself dry with a large burgundy bath towel she heard Gemma call out from the bedroom that she was going down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. 

"OK Gem, there are some clean glasses in the cupboard above the sink," Rebecca called back.

Once dry, Rebecca slid a pair of silk black panties up over her legs and pulled them up to her hips. Before stopping to comb her hair she slipped a matching silk camisole, with delicate thin shoulder straps, over her head, her long, flowing blonde hair cascading over the top and ending just above her cleavage. 

She yawned again, looking forward to the warmth of her bed and, unlocking the bathroom door she went back out into the bedroom. As she emerged, Gemma appeared at the entrance to the bedroom, a tall glass of water in her hand. Rebecca could understand why so many guys made passes and flirted with Gemma - in her day to day uniform Gemma always looked very pretty, with her hair tied back in a conservative ponytail, an ample bust and beautiful sky blue eyes, but now, dressed in a pale pink satin negligee (one of Rebecca's favourites) and standing in the half shadow of the doorway, Rebecca could see how incredible her natural looks really were.

Gemma had untied her dark brown hair and allowed it to fall back over her shoulders. A few strands of hair brushed over her face, accentuating the rich colour of her eyes. Even without a bra, Gemma's cleavage was high and firm, the faint outline of her large nipples straining against the satin fabric. Her thighs were smooth and creamy and her waist was slender. 

Laughing, Rebecca said out-loud "Will and Rob really would be upset if they knew they'd missed this."

Shivering, Rebecca peeled back the duvet and climbed onto the white cotton sheets, slipping her legs quickly under the duvet and bringing it up over her shoulders. Gemma padded round to the other side of the bed and did the same. Reaching up with her bare arm, Rebecca hit the light-switch above the head board and the room fell into darkness, with just the soft orange glow of the streetlights outside illuminating the room.

Turning on to her side to face Rebecca, Gemma whispered "Thanks again for letting me stay tonight, I couldn't have faced staying in one of those horrible hospital rooms."

Rebecca whispered back "Gem, you're my best friend, I wasn't going to let you freeze to death in the snow out there besides, I feel much more secure knowing there's someone else with me and I'm not home alone." 

Gemma flashed a smile back by means of reply.

Rebecca sank her head into the feathery pillow and started to close her eyes, feeling the heavy burden of sleep starting to dull her senses. With Gemma lying there next to her she felt a glow of happiness and even the thought that Tom was 2000 miles away on a different continent didn't depress her as much as it had done in the last few days. 

As she lay on her side she was aware of Gemma shivering.

"Gem, are you ok," she murmured. 

"Yeah, I'm fine, just feeling really cold," replied Gemma, "I don't suppose you've got an extra blanket or something have you." 

Rebecca giggled. "What are you like Gemma! Sorry, I don't have any blankets, this is it I'm afraid. Come over this side and cuddle up with me, or you can go and grab a jumper from the drawer over there."

"There's no way I'm getting back out from under this duvet!" Gemma said, as she shifted her body across the bed over onto Rebecca's side. 

Rebecca was facing away from her and Gemma snuggled up close, with her chest pressing against Rebecca's back and their bare legs resting up against each other. Gemma slid her left arm over Rebecca's waist and rested her chin into the nape of Rebecca's neck.

Sleepily, Rebecca said "There, is that better, are you warm enough now?" 

Gemma giggled, "Yes, thanks Becca, that's loads better, this is just like when I used to cuddle up in bed with my sister when we were younger." 

As the girls lay there in the still silence of the late night the only sound was of their breathing. Outside the snow was continuing to fall, but it made no sound against the window. With Gemma snuggled up so close to her, Rebecca felt warm and secure. She could feel Gemma's unrestrained breasts pressing against her upper back through the sheer fabric of her nightdress and Gemma's hand lying over the middle of her belly, separated from her skin only by the thin silk of her camisole. Gemma's leg was intertwined between Rebecca's and Rebecca could feel Gemma's gentle breath against her neck. 

As Rebecca's breathing slowed and she started to drift into a contented sleep, Gemma was aware of her own breathing quickening and her heart racing. Strange emotions and feelings started to develop inside of her. At first she thought it was the closeness of their friendship and the security that bought, combined with the effects of the wine they had consumed earlier, but with a slow dawn of realisation she began to recognise the familiar feeling of sexual arousal. 

Between her legs was evolving a tingling sensation and her face was feeling hot and flushed. In her mind though was a turmoil of confusion. Gemma knew that she had no sexual desire for women, she'd never even considered having an encounter with another female before and the thought usually left her cold. Yet somehow, lying here in bed with Rebecca, an innocent and vulnerable vision of beauty in her revealing nightdress, she felt an almost uncontrollable lust that she'd never experienced with any man before. As she cuddled Rebecca under the duvet Gemma wondered if this was how she liked Tom to hold her and then she wondered how many times Tom had made love to Rebecca in the exact same place they were now sleeping. These thoughts only served to enhance the growing feelings of lust inside her. 

Almost without being able to restrain herself, she began slowly moving her left hand, which lay across Rebecca's tummy. Imperceptibly she stroked in small circles, feeling the smoothness of Rebecca's skin beneath her camisole. As Rebecca slept, showing no signs of stirring, Gemma became bolder, letting her palm run over the whole of Rebecca's lean abdomen. Gemma nuzzled deeper into Rebecca's neck, smelling the sweet, fragrant aroma of strawberries and feeling the softness of Rebecca's long blonde hair against her face

Very slowly, Gemma allowed her hand to wander gradually upwards in ever increasing circles until she could discern the change in contour that indicated the start of the swell of Rebecca's breasts. With great care she began to gently caress Rebecca's left breast, before moving to let her whole palm encompass it, cupping it in her hand. Rebecca's breasts were firm and supple and as Gemma's hand drifted over her nipple she could feel it beginning to harden. Rebecca's breathing quickened and she sighed deeply, still lost in the reveries of sleep.

A few minutes later Gemma let her hand slide tantalisingly slowly down the side of Rebecca's sleeping form, drifting down the camisole covering Rebecca's flank, over the prominence of her pelvis and her hip, until she reached the naked, exposed skin of the outer side of her upper thigh. The skin was smooth and cool and Gemma explored it with her hand, gently working her way higher until she felt the silky edge of the black panties that lay around Rebecca's waist. 

Trying hard to control her own breathing and willing her heart to beat less rapidly, Gemma eased her hand around from Rebecca's hip until it was over the front of her black silk panties. With tiny movements she began rubbing back and forth with the fingertips of her left hand, feeling the subtle outline of the lips of Rebecca's vulva. Through the material she rubbed deftly and delicately and within a couple of minutes she could feel Rebecca's panties becoming faintly moist beneath her touch. The tension between Rebecca's thighs began to ease and Gemma's handed slipped further between them as Rebecca's legs parted. 

With a start, Rebecca's eyes opened and for a split second all was confusion to her. She was aware of a hand between her legs and for a moment she thought it was Tom. Then she realised with a jolt where she was and who was with her. With a sudden movement she turned over, face to face with a flushed and scared Gemma. Rebecca could feel the wetness between her thighs and she slowly realised that Gemma had been touching her while she slept. For a few seconds neither girl spoke. Both were flushed and breathing quickly, Rebecca's mind a blur of emotions - she felt confused and disorientated, angry at what her friend had done, but from somewhere inside herself she also felt an intense burning in her loins and an animal arousal she had never felt before. 




Love and Lust in the Welsh Valleys



Gemma started to whisper, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," their faces only inches apart and their bodies still pressed close, enveloped by the duvet. 

As if on auto-pilot and with her heart racing, Rebecca placed a single finger over Gemma's mouth to quiet her, and then it happened. Their lips met and they kissed, tentatively and unsure at first, each tasting the sweetness of the other. As the kissing became more intense, Gemma's tongue parted Rebecca's lips, meeting no resistance and she slipped into Rebecca's mouth. Rebecca responded and within a few seconds they were kissing passionately and with abandon. As they kissed, their arms encircled each other and they drew their bodies close, breasts pressed tightly together and both girls able to feel the hot fire brewing between the legs of the other. 

As they kissed and embraced, bathed in the soft orange glow of the outside streetlights, Rebecca skimmed her hands over Gemma's lithe body. Reaching the end of the satin negligee she pushed it up over Gemma's chest until her full, youthful breasts were lying naked and exposed. Hungrily she dropped her head towards Gemma's chest and whilst her hands caressed and kneaded the soft orbs she took one of Gemma's nipples in her mouth, flicking her tongue over the swollen bud and hearing the gentle moans of pleasure Gemma was emitting. 

With her right hand Rebecca reached down and began stroking Gemma's vulva through the flimsy fabric of her panties, already Gemma was soaking wet and the lips of her pussy were swollen and hot. Gemma thrust her head back into the pillow as she felt Rebecca's firm touch. Rebecca slipped her hand inside the elastic waist of the now drenched panties and made contact with Gemma's naked pussy. Deftly she rubbed her fingers back and forth over her clitoris and then slipped a finger deep inside. Gemma's moans grew louder and her breathing faster. Gemma looked down and the sight of Rebecca sucking on her breast with her hand buried inside her soiled underwear, intensified the sensations that were tearing through her body. 

Lifting her head from Gemma's breast, Rebecca moved her mouth to meet Gemma's desperate lips and they kissed. Gemma slipped her own hand down to Rebecca's groin and, pulling the fabric of her silk panties aside, pushed her finger inside Rebecca's tight, burning pussy. They lay together on the cool cotton sheets, kissing passionately and with their hands inside each other's underwear, driving themselves forward towards the ecstasy of an orgasm. Rebecca could feel the muscles of Gemma's pussy tightening and her moans becoming screams as her own orgasm started to course through her body. She stiffened as she came, biting hard on Gemma's upper lip and pulling Gemma hard against herself, feeling Gemma's body go rigid and tense as she too climaxed.

As the waves of pleasure swept over them and began to ebb slowly away, they lay together in each other's arms, the duvet lying forgotten on the floor and the sheets damp with their combined juices. 

The room was silent save for their heavy breathing and neither spoke. Gemma's negligee lay crumpled over her upper chest, her flushed breasts heaving. Exhausted, they fell asleep a few moments later, still with their bodies in a tight embrace. 

Early the next morning Rebecca awoke to the warm rays of the Sun glinting through the narrow gap in the bedroom curtains. A few seconds later the memory of the night before rushed back to her like ice water hitting her face. Glancing down she saw the sleeping form of Gemma cuddled up against her, with her negligee still crumpled against her body and her upper body exposed. With sudden feelings of horror, guilt and embarrassment she began to realise the enormity of what had occurred. In her mind a million thoughts competed for supremacy - she had betrayed Tom, she had made love to another woman and she had probably destroyed her friendship with Gemma forever. 

Rebecca arose and went into the bathroom, waves of nausea passing through her. She washed her face with cold water and changed out of her still damp and sticky underwear. A few minutes later she re-entered the room quietly and saw Gemma standing by the side of the bed, hurriedly slipping on her nurses' uniform. 

There was an awkward, embarrassed silence, during which neither spoke.

'Ummm, Becca, we're going to be late for work, I'd better get going,' said Gemma, her face red and her eyes avoiding Rebecca's. 

Having quickly pulled on her dress and shoes, Gemma mumbled "Look, ummm, thanks for letting me stay over last night," and rapidly moved towards the doorway, before walking down the stairs and out into the virgin morning snow. 

Rebecca heard the slam of the front-door closing and she sank back onto the bed, Gemma's scent still heavy on the pillows and sheets. Her eyes filled with tears.

"What have I done?" she cried to herself, "what if anyone finds out and how am I ever going to be able to face Gemma at work?" Most of all she felt an intense sensation of guilt at her betrayal of her fiance. 

To be continued...



Love and Lust on the Road



Rudi felt a little uneasy. He was just sitting there sipping on his milk shake, minding his own business, harming nobody, and yet he could sense an air of menace. There was this big, dark eyed, stubble chinned, dangerous looking man that kept on glaring at him.

What the fuck was his problem, Rudi wondered. He glanced up briefly as he felt the man's eyes on him again. He was hot, hot, hot; there was no denying that, and even though Rudi was unsettled and uneasy about the situation he still somehow found time to register just how hot this man was. He had powerful biceps and forearms covered in long, silky black hair. More black fur showed in the neck of his unbuttoned shirt. When he raised an arm above his head Rudi could see a damp patch in the armpit. It was a very hot day and Rudi's cock lurched in his pants, just thinking about the smell of masculine sweat trapped in the stranger's pits and in the crack of his ass was turning him on. All this he took in a quick glance before turning away, heart pounding with fear and desire.

Rudi got done with his milkshake and decided it was time to get back on the road. He went into the bathroom and was taking a leak when who should walk in but the rugged, handsome stranger. 

'If he damn well stands next to me at the urinal I'm going to sneak a look at his dick.' Rudi thought to himself. If the man was so disgusted by gays, as Rudi thought he was, then he would have the sense to go into one of the cubicles.

But no, he came and stood next to Rudi. Rudi's peaches and cream complexion face reddened as the presence of this overpowering stranger got to him. The man unzipped slowly and hauled out just about the fattest, fleshiest, hooded serpent Rudi had ever seen. It was ridiculously large. Where the hell did he keep it in his tight jeans.

Rudi's heart pounded in his chest as he watched the stranger peel back his full foreskin to reveal a glistening pink head. The man just kept working his foreskin back and forth and Rudi was fascinated but had run out of piss. It was time to either zip himself away or take this dangerous game one step further. Was this guy just a) milking his cock so he could take a leak or b) teasing Rudi, maybe so he had an excuse to beat him up or c) was he offering.

Rudi wanted to leave but he could not. He was glued to the spot and his cock took on a life of his own. It started to lengthen and thicken in his hand. He tried not to look at the stranger as he tugged on his own cock, but that was impossible. Just inches away from him was nine rigid inches of prime man flesh that just demanded attention. The swollen cock head was now a crimson colour and seemed to be coated in cock juices both internal and external. A long string of precum drooled out of it as the hairy wrist worked the shaft. Rudi started fisting his cock furiously, afraid that someone might come into the bathroom, but wanting to get off on this gorgeous man all the same.

At that moment the stranger reached over and took Rudi's respectable seven inch spear in his hand and jerked it slowly. 

'Got somewhere we can go?' he asked Rudi.

'I'm just passing through town, Rudi replied 'but there's a nature reserve outside of town. We could go there.'

'I'll follow you in my truck.' the stranger replied, then added 'The name's Chuck, by the way.'

'Rudi. Pleased to meet you. And I'll be pleased to eat you.'

'That's what I like to hear.' Chuck replied as he zipped up and followed Rudi out of the diner.

Rudi let Chuck walk ahead of him a little so he could get a look at his ass in those tight cowboy jeans of his. It was tight and shapely, and absolutely fucking gorgeous, just enough for a handful. They got into their vehicles and headed out of town. Rudi was so turned on that he could hardly wait; he was sorely tempted to whip his cock out and have a wank while driving, but if he got a little too enthusiastic and shot his bolt the party would be over even before it began.

They reached the park and drove up to a deserted spot by a clump of trees and got out. Immediately they were together Chuck started tugging at Rudi's jeans.

'You had me a little scared back there in the diner.' Rudi said.

'Why's that then?' Chuck said with a chuckle.

'You just looked so menacing. I thought you had a problem with me being gay.' Rudi replied.

'The only problem I had with you being gay was that I wanted some of your ass and you wouldn't even look at me.' Chuck said.

And then there was no more need for words. Chuck nuzzled Rudi's neck, and the younger man turned so that those full, ripe red lips were Chuck's for the taking. Their tongues duelled in the fierce mid-day heat with just the lizards for company. Their hard cocks strained against their jeans and against each other, as both men cupped each other's ass. Chucked loved the full, round bubble butt he found nestled under Rudi's baggy jeans; it seemed built for man love and it was time to see it in the flesh.

The pair moved into the shade and Chuck squatted and undid Rudi's fly button. He lowered his zipper and kissed the smooth skin above the his waistband of his shorts. Then he fished inside the fly of the shorts and hauled out that beautiful cock that had held his attention half an hour ago. It was time to make its acquaintance. He opened wide and took it into his skilled mouth, loving it as only a man can love a cock. Rudi's cock was spit wet and so incredibly sensitive as Chuck's mouth worked its magic on him. He unbuttoned his shirt and crushed his tiny pink nipples between thumb and finger, taking himself to new heights of pleasure.

When he felt Chuck tugging on his jeans. Rudi stepped out of them and glanced around to make sure that there was no one else about. He could see for miles in all directions so it seemed fairly safe. He placed his jeans and shorts on a fallen tree trunk and when Chuck spun him around and bent him over he had to use that same trunk for support. He moaned out loud as the older man parted his tight, smooth, creamy white cheeks and lapped at his delicate little rosebud. He could almost feel the folds of his pucker yielding and Chuck's tongue probed deeper and deeper. This was the best rim job he had ever had and he was so lost in pleasure that he hardly felt any pain when that huge cock started to slice into him.

Chuck took a moment to store the memory of his big cock going into that flawless ass. It had to be one of the best twink butts he had ever scored and he wanted this to be the best fuck for both of them so he took it real slow, inch by inch. As he slowly, slowly slid into Rudi's ass he stroked the young man's back and chest. Rudi pushed back against the invading cock, easing its passage into the depths of his being. He reached down for his soft cock and started gently tugging on it.

Somewhere a bird was singing and a cricket chirped. Rudi opened his eyes and looked up at the blue sky. If there was ever such a thing as paradise on earth he had found it this day. This man was a love making machine, he knew each button to press, each stroke to use. Rudi's lust inflamed ass started sliding up and down that fat shaft, so that they took turns fucking each other. Chuck would stroke for a minute or two, then Rudi's sweet ass would milk his shaft that was growing more and more sensitive. Rudi only wished that they could have been on a bed so that he could sit down on Chuck's cock and see his hairy chest and handsome face. But there was some consolation when Chuck leaned in close and Rudi could his curly chest hair against his back. 

Chuck was close now; the silken canal he was in was getting his cock head so excited he could not hold out much longer. The excitement of a beautiful stranger offering up his hot butt in this deserted spot made this such an intense experience and he wanted to make sure his young friend reached the same wild climax as he knew was about to be his. He reached round and took Rudi's cock in his paw. It was slippery with precum and felt really good in his hand as he fisted it.

Rudi groaned and mumbled incoherently. Chuck's long fingers concentrated on the sensitive underside of Rudi's cock as he felt his own balls fixing to blow. Rudi yelped and shuddered and Chuck gave one last savage thrust that released the pin and his balls blew out, shooting a heavy wad of red hot man juice into the young stud's happy ass. Rudi's own cock erupted in Chuck's hand, spewing his fuck sauce on the ground in thick, ropey spurts that seemed to go on for ages. And Chuck just kept on milking him so that Rudi had to grab hold of his wrist and hold it still when he was done and his cock had grown too sensitive.

The deed done the men tucked their spent cocks away. It was time to move on. But Chuck was really tempted to make something more of it.

'Fuck it.' he thought 'I'll take a chance.' as he fished out his card.

'Here's my card.' he said. 'I usually stay at Andrew's motel on a Thursday night.'

Rudi briefly put his lips to the card and thanked his lucky stars.

'I might look you up sometime.' he replied, knowing full well that he would.

Two week later Rudi dialled the number on Chuck's card and was surprised that Chuck still remembered him and wanted to see him again. So Rudi took a detour and checked into Andrew's motel.

He was nervous as he paced the room, waiting for Chuck to show. He'd been in this sort of situation before and found that it was best not to want more than one session with a stranger. In his experience there would be all sorts of promises to meet up and nothing would ever come of it. Already, at just twenty three, he felt like a veteran in the wars of love and lust, but this time he just had to take a chance and leave the rest to fate.

Suddenly there was rap on the door. Hardly able to breathe because of excitement Rudi opened the door and there stood Chuck! A big smile played on his handsome face, and in his tight jeans was the outline of something else rather big.

The moment Chuck entered the room the two men fell into each other's arms, kissing with a mad passion, like they needed each other's breath to survive. They hadn't even said hello yet but this passion needed taming first. There would be time to catch up with each other's news later. It was Rudi who tore at Chuck's clothes now, eager to get at that hairy body.

When he had stripped Chuck of all his clothes he pinned him underneath him on the bed and rubbed his bubble butt up and down Chuck's stomach and chest. Chuck's hairy chest felt so good under his smooth ass. Which reminded him, he had yet to take a good look at Chuck's ass. He turned Chuck over onto his stomach and took a good look at that tight little ass. Chuck's cheeks were surprisingly smooth for a man who had such a hairy chest and legs, but when Rudi parted the tight cheeks he saw a jungle of black fur in the crack. Pressing his nose into the fur he inhaled deeply; he could smell the scent of soap from Chuck's morning shower but also the intensity of musky man scent built up in the heat of the summer day.

He licked at the fuzzy protected red pucker, working hard to get the long, spit coated hairs out of the way. At last his prize lay bare, ready for his inspection and delight. Chucked sighed as the greedy young pup ate his spicy hole. And then Rudi was torn; as much as he wanted to sit on Chuck's pole and see his handsome face contort in ecstasy, he also wanted to probe this sexy hole with tongue and finger, and perhaps, if Chuck would let him... It was time to test the water. Rudi licked his middle finger and gently inserted it into Chuck's ass. For a pucker that seemed so small and tight, Chuck's ass was incredibly yielding. As Rudi's finger sliced through the velvety warmth of his chute it felt almost as sensitive as he had ever known his cock to be.

Chuck wiggled underneath Rudi and told him there was some lube in his jeans. It was exactly what Rudi was dying to hear. He fished the lube out of Chuck's jeans and began applying it to the outer ring of his ass, teasing his fingers up and down the crack, before dipping in. Chuck sighed softly and Rudi's cock demanded action. He lubed it up and gently pressed his knob end against the warm, slippery ring. Rudi cursed and cried out in delight as his cock slid into that delicious love lane. Supporting his weight on his hands he stroked slowly, now and then pulling all the way out before plunging back in, feeling the pleasure course through his body as his sensitive cock head made contact with Chuck's assring.

Chuck was pleasantly surprised; for a young guy Rudi sure knew how to fuck good. He relaxed completely and let the younger man use his asshole exactly as he wished. The feel of Rudi's warm slippery cock sliding past the guard of his assring was out of this world. And when he went deep it felt even better; being deliciously filled with super hard young man's cock was something Chuck found most agreeable. Chuck's own cock was soft and floppy but he had no need for it now; all that mattered was the intensity of feeling in his ass. He let Rudi do all the work and lay quite still underneath the rampant stud twink.

Rudi's balls and cock and ass felt like they were all fused, one large sensitive area. His round bubble butt sweated as it pounded away, driving the nail deeper and deeper into the willing hairy ass that he was buried in. Rudi looked down at Chuck's strong, muscular shoulders and felt almost bloated with pride that this sexy hunk had chosen him, and had come back to him, and was now about to receive his seed. Rudi's stomach muscles hurt for some much stroking, and his cock was eager for release. Each stroke felt like it would be the last. He shifted gears, really pounding into Chuck's ass so that the bedsprings squeaked a little and squelchy, pumped ass noises filled the air.

'Ooooh yesssss.!' Rudi growled as he felt the soles of his feet start to tingle. He knew what was coming next. He panted and grunted; he could feel his eyelids go funny, then he saw stars as his jubilant cock spasmed deep in Chuck's ass and pumped out his saved up love juice.

'Thank you.' he whispered in Chuck's ear as he lay his full weight on his back.

He lay panting for a few minutes before the two of them hit the shower. Then it was time to grab a meal and a beer before returning to the room for round two of ecstasy.

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Copyright 2005 Daniel Blue