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Night Sky

By: kittenkatherine



Sitting drained in front of her computer, she laid her head on the cool wood of her desk. The past few days trying to get her deadlines meet, taking every last bit of energy from her soul. Her brain gone, her mind fuzzy, and her body sore from working so hard. Lifting her head and going back to writing, no matter what something always seemed to come. There was nothing that would prevent her from finishing this on time if she could help it. Tapping on the keys as her heart poured in to her writing, Kate's eyes started to drop again. Knowing it was time to take at least a five minute break she saved and stood up. The sun was out and shinning bright on this warm afternoon. The window open to let a breeze through her office as she made her way to the kitchen. The dog padding from the other room to see what was up, Kate figured it was time for more then a five minute break.

Hooking her leash up, she and the dog went for a quick walk down the road. Stretching her legs, soaking up the sun and actually enjoying the air was just what the doctor ordered for this day. Someone else was locked up in his office hard at work as well. It seemed when one had work, the other did. It was a god sent because when they didn't have work they could spend it together. Taking a long walk through the streets she soaked in world around her. Getting a better idea of just what direction her story should take she head back to the house. The dog almost a little sad that they weren't going any farther. 

Stepping in to her office once again, she sat back at her desk and started away on her keyboard. The words pouring from her fingertips everything seem to flow out of her at once. Finally finishing she shut down the computer. The sun was setting by this time and making the air finally start to cool down. This was by far her favorite time of day. Slipping down the hall he was still in his office working away at something, what she had no idea. Popping in to the master bath for a quick shower, she changed in to a tank top and skirt and went out to the porch. 

The evening was perfect as she sat back in the hammock with a beer. Just relaxing knowing soon he would have to be calling it a night. The sounds of the evening filling the air, as she let her mind relaxed and become free of all thoughts. There was nothing important that needed to be done, she had no motivation to really cook, just lay here and relaxed. The sound of movement in the house told her someone was finally done. A smile came to her face, knowing when he didn't find her in her office, he would come looking for her. She just waited as she rocked in the hammock. The night sky was starting to finally come out, a few starts dotted the sky. One great thing about night was the sights you could see in the stars. 

The door opening as she looked at him walking out to join her. She slid over in the hammock as he dropped next to her. Letting out a breath of relaxation as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her almost right on top of him. Laughing as she wiggled right between his legs and laid against him looking up in to the night sky. The stars danced through the sky as they relaxed in each others embrace. The night was one of those only the best dreams take place in, the cool air perfect, the stars shinning bright and the love of your life in your arms. 

His kisses pressing ever so gently against her cheeks, her fingers just tracing random patterns around his chest. Nothing could be more perfect in her mind. The breeze blowing her hair along his face, as they both closed their eyes and drifted off to dreamland together. But dreamland seemed to be very real to their bodies. Hands stroking down arms, hips wiggling against each other as bodies reacted while minds were off dreaming.

His eyes fluttered open as her hands seemed to caress down his chest to his waist. Knowing she was still in dreamland, his hands slowly pushed the skirt from her hips. Watching his hand slide down her skin with the fabric. His tan hands along her white legs as he caressed her soft, warm skin carefully. Doing everything he could not to wake her, he stripped his shirt up over his head, and let her head rest back against his chest. Her face seemed to just nuzzle the warmth of his chest right away. Grinning knowing she was having an erotic dream from the reaction her body was having to his touch. His hands running up under her tank top, softly stroking the skin around her breasts. Feeling her hips press harder against him, as she lay between his legs. 


Her body seemed awake, but he knew she was fast asleep. Her movements telling him that she was acting out what ever erotic dream went through her head. Letting her hands do their thing, he felt the button of his pants give way. His breath becoming quicker as he felt her hand softly stroking against his stomach and down. His length seemed to grow in her hand as he softly stroked her nipples. She only shifted in sleep, it becoming almost to much for him as his need for her was throbbing through his body. Taking deep breaths as he tried not shift under her, not wanting to wake her, knowing she needed this sleep.

When her fingertips stroked over the tip of his length, no fabric covering him, he lost it. Very carefully removing her panties down her legs, lifting her a bit, so not to wake her from his movements. His hips raising to push his own pants down with his boxers. Sliding a hand between her legs, they seemed to part on their own. Her body was reacting to him, even if her mind wasn't total aware. Turning her carefully with his hands she was soon was straddling his lap. His length pressing right at her opening as the cool breeze across her back had her shifting down against him. 

Biting back a groan as he slid all the way inside her, her warmth covering him totally. When her body trembled and her eyes flew open, he knew she was awake and knew what was happening. The grin upon his face, he could not hide, as he pushed his hips up against her, driving deeper inside her. The shock on her face quickly turned to pleasure as she wrapped the sheet over her back, covering them both. The movement was slow, the swaying of the hammock taking them deeper and making the pleasure of their love feel like a lifetime. 

Her hair falling against his face, her hips riding against him slowly driving them both insane with pleasure. Her body filling with the most amazing sensations as her body moved in time with his. Neither wanting this to ever end, the stars above them, the pleasure in ones arms as they rocked against each others hot body. Taking their time, both knew that edge would come and it would be the sweetest release ever. The peak rising right before them, as they both climbed together. The release finally coming as both let out a heavy breath. 

Falling in to his arms, just resting against him. Both bodies and mind total spent as they feel asleep in each others arms. The night still around them, the stars dancing across the sky. The night air around them they slept in peace, knowing they would be in each others arms come the rise of the sun.

Night Song



It is the softness of your breath as it moves across my skin in the night. It is the gleam of mischief I see captured in the deep blue pools of your eyes as your tongue traces its way over my bare chest.

It is always the way you sniff at my most sensitive parts that turn me on so - at my neck, my underarms, and along my chest and lower. You seem to revel in the way my nipples harden at your slightest touch and I hum deeply in my throat in response.

Your fingers glide along my sides as I flinch slightly with a ticklish reaction. Meanwhile, your lips are gently teasing my nipples until they grow hard into your mouth. As you suck and nip them with tenderness, I can feel the blood rushing to fill my cock to its fullness.

You moist centre slides along my thigh as you minister to my nipples in turn – a sure sign that you are as aroused as I. Can this be even remotely possible? I feel as though my body is floating free of our marriage bed as I sense the rose petals of your flowing pussy slide the length of my maleness. Your cum coats me so that you move more smoothly and slickly.

As you open your legs to better mix my precum with your own, the heat emanating from your most inner core sears me and I feel as if I want to roll you over and take you right now. However, you take my hands and hold them captive above my head on the pillow as you rise higher and higher on my body. My eyes are riveted on the swell of your tummy and then at the juncture of your thighs as your superheated pussy comes into my line of sight.

Just as I can almost reach your petals with my hungering lips, you lean forward – your breasts tipped by engorged nipples – brush against my lips and I gather them one by one between my warm lips. Oh God! The heat and texture of those nubs as I suck them in brings forth from you a moan of unbridled passion.

I am so preoccupied with my joyful task that I almost miss the fact that you have reached for the ties we have installed on each corner of the headboard and you slip them loosely around my wrists. We never bind one another tight enough that we can't release ourselves if we choose; it is simply part of our lovemaking that we enjoy from time to time.

Now your willing prisoner, I grip the bars of our brass bed as you sit upright and slowly move your body closer to my head. You are smiling wickedly down at me now as you finally straddle my mouth and lower your spread pussy to my lips. Teasing me, you lift yourself away just out of reach as my tongue stretches to engage that loving, dripping cunt.

I am almost to the stage of begging you when you finally settle yourself over my mouth and begin the circular movements of your hips that I love so much. I hold my tongue stationary and let you pleasure yourself in whatever way that you want. And boy! Am I ever the recipient of that pleasure. You are grinding your pussy harder and faster as you cry out in release and flood my mouth and face with the sweetness of your nectar!

Your hands are tightly gripping the top rail of the headboard as you rock your way to two more orgasms when my tongue finally takes over. I run my lips along your outer labia, drawing them in to suck all the moisture from them. Once finished, I move deeper inside you as you reach down to release my wrists. Now free, I cup your firm ass cheeks in my hands and pull you hard against my mouth as I devour you!

My tongue runs as deep as I can go and them scrapes across your highly sensitized clit eliciting a howl of pleasure from deep inside you. Once more, I am flooded with your issue and swallow willingly every delicious drop.

I roll you to my side and start the slow tantalizing path of kissing your body from head to toe; it is payback time. As I cover your breasts with my hands and run my tongue along the sensitive place underneath each one, you arch your back to try for more contact. However, it is my turn and instead, I run my lips upwards over the globes of those splendid mounds until I reach the peaks and suck in hard on your turgid nipples once more.

Your hands twine in my hair as you pull me to your breast begging me to take more. I gladly acquiesce. Soon though, I must part and I run my tongue through the valley bordered by those magnificent tits and downward slowly until I am twirling my tongue's tip into your navel. Your hands are pushing me impatiently lower as you show your needs so obviously. I can smell your musky arousal and feel the wetness of your cum as your spread your legs wide for me.

Finally moving between your slender legs, I lift your ankles to my mouth and kiss them lovingly before placing them on my shoulders. You are wide open and inviting me in as you beg "Please, darling! I want you inside me now!"

Easing my precum-coated cock into your folds, I slowly ease my 7"'s bit by bit inside the velvety glove of your pussy. The heat is amazing and you are trying desperately to leverage your hips to take me in faster and harder but I am holding back. I am so turned on that I could cum at any time but I want us to orgasm together. 

Finally, our shaven pubes meet and I can feel the tip of my cock as it brushes lightly against your cervix. I reach down and find the rawness of your clit poking up between our tightly enmeshed bodies and I thrum it as I begin to stroke my cock inside you. 

Our hips are moving in concert now – faster and faster as the wave approaches! Your hand covers mine as I rub your clitoris and we are crying out together as we cum and mix our juices in a frenzied orgasm. 

Collapsing on your hot body, I keep a slow motion inside you until I finally soften and we part. I pull the comforter over us and we fall into each other's arms and, whispering words of undying love, slip into a world of dreamless sleep.

I will love you forever, my darling wife.



Night Spot on 5th



Saturday evening, in a cool night spot on 5th; music was being made...

Maxwell's band was playing their last song. People always packed the place when Maxwell played. Angelic, the usually unbelievably busy club manager, was headed to her office to grab her nightly check-list when she noticed something. Maxwell looked so golden the way the lights hit his face in that moment. Like a light glow. 

Among the stare's in the crowd, one person seemed to be staring the hardest. She was beautiful. A flawless face, overflowing chocolate and the sexiest curves put together on a female. 

Maxwell strummed his guitar as he stared deeply in her eyes. Angelic just wouldn't look away. Other nights they'd past glances, but she wasn't turning her head as usual. Angelic didn't know what she was doing or why she was doing it. All she knew is that she couldn't take her eyes off of Maxwell's; and apparently, he was having the same problem. Maxwell closed his eyes tight. He'd missed the last cord and had to catch up with the rest of the band. Angelic took the break in eye contact as a chance to escape. She hurried backstage hoping to make it before the band cleared and they found themselves within each others company.

"Oh, Angelic, come see Maxwell's set. He's killin it tonight." Monica said, standing in the stage wing, watching the band. She was crushing hard on Maxwell, had been ever since she'd started here 2 months ago. She told me they hung out once but he didn't try anything. Didn't even respond much to her advances.

"Oh, I-I have to get these paperwork set out, for-got to do it earlier. I saw some. Was good!" 

Angelic made her way to the back room and shut the door. A moment to collect herself. Figure out what that just was.

Maxwell opened his eyes to cheers from the crowd. What's normally a rush of the senses when the audience cheers, was a crowd scan, as he tried to find Angelic. Once it was clear that she wasn't anywhere visible, he joined in the band as they bowed for the end of their set.

The club had been closed for 16 minutes. Only a few staff members were left. Angelic had found enough paperwork to last her the last hour of work. Most of the crowd had left after the band had finished. 

Angelic came out to the bar and turned a stool towards her body to hop on it.

"Carl, Gin & Tonic if you please sir." She asked the bartender as he finished polishing a wine glass.

"I got you babe."

Maxwell turned his head, just as Angelic lifted her gaze. They locked eyes immediately. 

"Oh," Angelic grunted, without even being able to control it. 

Maxwell smirked, but subtly tried to hide it from Angelic. 

He decided to just jump in with both feet. 

"You're funny."

Carl slid Angelic's drink in front of her. She said thanks and took a sip right away, before uttering. "Why's that?"

"You're just always...running."

"I work a lot, here. It's a hefty job. Always something to do"

He took the last sip of his beer.

"Yea," He signals carl, "What I owe ya?"

He turns to Angelic, "You gotta take little breaks in life. Cant spend it rushing. Take breaks so you can appreciate the 'music'."

Angelic smiles slightly, then takes another sip of her drink.

Maxwell paid his bill and tipped Carl. He stands up and stretches. A little bit of his stomach was revealed. Angelic could see his abs flex. 

She looked away slowly.

"Oh, Randy said that I had a few checks in the office."

"Oh that's right. Come on, I'm going that way."

Maxwell throws his guitar case over his back and followed Angelic. By now, there was about 4 people finishing up the clean up work.

"Angelic I'm going after this."

"That's fine, just lock the front." Angelic turned her head and said as she continued down the hall. Her voice carried past Maxwell as they walked, and he smirked because her voice seemed to carry like a singers. 

"Got it." A young woman said, as she picked up her keys.

Angelic opened the door to a room with urban decor. Maxwell took a seat in the chair in front of the desk. Angelic rounded the desk and turned to the Oak shelving unit behind it. She had to lift on her tippy toes a little and her skirt lifted, making her ass bounce a little. Maxwell's eyes had passed her just as it jiggled, making him stop and focus on the view. 

He'd never been with a black girl, never really had the opportunity even; but something about this girl hypnotized him. He'd wanted girls before, but not quite like this. Angelic had his every sense at attention.

Angelic grabbed the two checks that had Maxwell's name on them. 

She started to walk around the desk; Maxwell, swiftly got up to meet her halfway. The brown stubble on his face seemed to kind of turn blond in some of the office lighting. Angelic stared again. Maxwell noticed. 

"Your blond." She chuckled.

"A little, yes." He chuckled along with her.

Angelic just nodded. 

"And I see that your eyes are brown." He said looking in them, before taking a seat on the side of the desk.

"I noticed when, I looked in them from stage tonight."

Angelic caught his gaze and held it. 

"Maxwell, I,"

"What is it about you?"

Angelic stepped closer without a word.

Maxwell stood up over her. Angelic's breathing was heavy. Her breast rose and fell to the rhythm of it. 

Maxwell looked down into her eyes. Without a second thought, he brought his lips down onto hers at the same time his hand slid around her waist. His hand was able to rest gingerly on her round ass. 

Angelic moaned into Maxwell's mouth. His tongue caught it and swept lightly through her mouth again. Angelic's hand rested on Maxwell's chest; after another minute her hand made its way around his neck and through his hair as he continued to kiss her. 

Maxwell's other hand caressed her back as the one from her waist slowly moved down to her ass. Maxwell pulled Angelic closer, she rested between his legs. She could feel Maxwell's dick. It was getting stiffer with each second, she was pressed against it. 

"Mmmph." Angelic grunted. Maxwell paused.

He didn't say a word. Just held himself against her body. Her breathing continued. 

"...the door..." She whispered.

He let Angelic go. She looked up at him; the moonlight making his whole face glow.

Her eyes caught with his. Was magic happening? Some sort of mysterious magnetic connection being made in those moments that they couldn't part pupils.

Without a blink, Angelic turns and exits the room.

As she got further from him, she started to come down off her insatiable high. By now, only Carl was left at the nightclub.

He looked up as Angelic passed.

"Hey, ready?"

"Um, go-go ahead I'm right behind, just gotta finish one more thing."

"Okie, dokie. Goodnight my'lady."

"Night Carl," Angelic said, closing and locking the door behind him.

Angelic paused at the door, letting the breath she'd been holding, go. She panted slowly.

After a few seconds, her heart rate had slowed. Two hands began caressing her back; worked up to her shoulders. She felt the stubble of Maxwell's 5 o'clock shadow against her neck, as he brushed his face past her chin and placed a kiss at the top of her shoulder. His hands slowly climbed up her stomach and cupped her soft c-cups. Her nipples stiffened instantly. He squeezed, then let go; let his palm roll over her nipples, enticing little jolts of orgasmic preview.

Angelic was getting more moist by the second. Maxwell's stiff dick pressed against her buttocks. She slowly swayed her booty from side to side; massaging Maxwell. 

He tensed up. Groaned deep. She'd already turned him on, now he was just being teased.

Angelic turned her head; Maxwell lifted his head to look at her. One second. Just one, and they were back to swapping tongue techniques in the best way. Maxwell let his hand drift down past Angelic's ass and right under the hem of her white skirt. His hand then softly yet securely gripped the crease where the top of her thigh and bottom of her cheek met. 

Angelic found herself leaving the ground as Maxwell lifted her against the door. He quickly scooted closer to her so that she could rest her body on him. 

Everything slowed down. 

Maxwell took both hands and cupped Angelic's face. They looked at each other before he pulled her in and kissed her. 

Angelic's hands slid down to Maxwell's pants; undid his black leather belt, the button, and zipper before reaching into his black briefs. He was so swollen she could barely touch her index finger to her thumb as she stroked her way from the base to the tip; with her eyes closed she could still make out that he was a big boy without even looking.

Still kissing, Maxwell moans, "Put me, in you." Then lightly licks the corner of her mouth.

Angelic quickly obeyed. Her hips naturally spread farther as her body welcomed something new. 

Maxwell held her securely and used the door to assist him as he slowly and firmly stroked her insides with his tool. 

Angelic held on to him for dear life. She gripped Maxwell's back, neck and head as he drove into her overandoverandoverandover again. She'd cum 3, no 4 times, to the second. 5. She couldnt stop, he was fucking her good. Real good for a white boy. 

His white hands slipped into her hair and gripped her soft brown curls. He wasnt ever aggressive. Didnt even hurt her when he went harder. 

Maxwell lifted Angelic's shirt and bra together. He let her titty fall completely out of her bra before he started to lick at her nipple. Was dark brown in the light coming from the window. He plucked it with his lips and teased with his teeth. Angelic came again. Maxwell's dick was drowning in her cum and he weakened every time she did it.

He didnt have a condom on. He'd have to pull out soon but it couldnt happen from this position, he wouldnt have enough time and would cum in her.

He switched breasts. She moaned uncontrollably. Maxwell put one hand on her back, turned, found the nearest thing to lay her on which was a nearby ottoman. 

"Ut" a timid sound came from Angelic. Her eyes drank him in. They'd become disconnected. She wanted to ride.

He moved, she moved, he sat, she knelt. He looked at her as she grabbed his still throbbing cock, and inserted it into her mouth, sucked magnificently for the seconds before Maxwell whispered, "Angel, I can't..." the plea...

She got up, straddled his lap and let her pussy slide down his thickness. White boys with small dicks was a myth tonight. Angelic rolled her hips backandforth, up and down up. down. 

Maxwell moaned deep. Bit his lip. Sucked and caressed Angelic's nipples, tried any distractions from the one thing he was about to do. His white skin melded into her black skin. 

"I'm gon--nn-gonna,"

"Me too- shittttt--"

The sound of the body as it rains, filled the air. Airy grunts, moans, a squeal. 

Maxwell's body shivered mercilessly. He'd clutched her as he reached his peak. Angelic came down off of hers and collapsed. His dick fell out of her as she fell. Milky cum dripped from the tip. Maxwell's eyes trailed from his penis to her eyes. She looked in his. An acknowledging look. 

Maxwell gave that sexy smirk. Then crawled onto the carpeted floor with her. Gave a light peck to her nose and smiled. Her lips curled into a dimpled grin. She kissed him back. Their blended beautiful fusion all over them and the trail they'd made in the night spot on 5th.



Night Stalkers



Looking out of the window into the night I see nothing unusual. Nothing moves in the garden. Traffic passes but nothing stops. Everything seems as it should. The window is open slightly; the chill sending goose bumps racing over my body but I do not notice. I remain fixed at the window, staring out at nothing. 

I've been like this for weeks now, ever since your clandestine visit. I stare out into the night hoping for a glimpse of you prowling. I search the dark corners of the yard for darker than usual shadows. Slight movements catch my eye but it is just cats on their midnight manoeuvres.

Feeling the cold now, I close the window and retire to bed. Laying there, my eyes tightly shut trying to recreate the total darkness of the blindfold, I can feel your strong hands tying me to the headboard. I grind my thighs tightly shut, putting pressure on my aching clit. My hand slides down my silky night-dress, exploring the curves of my body. Grabbing the hem, I pull it up, revealing myself to you, spreading my legs slowly, languorously; my excitement clear as my cunt pouts open for you, a sheen of moisture lubricating my inner lips. I trace the gentle curve of my breast, my nipple quickly reacting and hardening. I pull at it gently and again, harder this time. 

The delicious pain makes me arch my back and grind my thighs tight again. I run my hand slowly down my body, following the trail left by your fingers so long ago. I run a finger lightly along my damp slit. I am very wet now. A second pass of my finger spreads my lips wide and with a third, my finger disappears into my slippery folds. A second finger joins it, plunging in and out. I glide my other hand, free from its pseudo restraint, down my body and rub my fingers over my clit, happy to tease myself for a while. Gradually my efforts become stronger; my bunched fingers a memory of your solid cock, pounding into me. I feel your breath on my neck, the course hair of your stubble on my cheek. You are here with me again. My wanking becomes frenzied and I cum, writhing, riding the waves of pleasure you have given me.

Sleep comes slowly and fitfully now and I am alert to the slightest sounds. Gradually I drift off, thinking of those hands upon me again. Often I wake in the morning with my hands numb, stretched out over my head or with my sheets in tangled knots and bed clothes pulled up around my waist; my pussy slick with left over excitement. Has he been in the night? Did he remove my sheets or tie me to the headboard? On regaining the blood flow to my arms, I move them to check my wrists for tell tale rope marks and feel myself for the tenderness of a night of unremembered coupling. There is nothing. I have merely woken again to the physical manifestations of my fevered imagination.

The same questions pound my mind during the day; do I know my assailant, is it somebody I see regularly? On my way to work I can almost feel his eyes upon me. If someone holds my gaze a fraction longer than normal I instantly project upon him. Is it you? Did you come to my room that night? 

My life has been turned upside-down. I don't sleep well. I can't concentrate. I can hardly leave myself alone. As my mind wanders to thoughts of my captor, my fingers wander to my gusset. I have become a sexual animal. I masturbate frequently and have the most amazing orgasms but nothing seems to match the ones I had that night. I can still feel the waves of lust powering through me as I came that night. It is beginning to affect my work. People are asking if I'm ok. Not because I look terrible but because my mind always appears to be elsewhere. I should look a wreck but I look better than ever. I have lost a little weight but at the same time my tits seem larger, my skin glows with health. Even my hair looks good, when it has always been rather unmanageable.

It has been weeks now. I am completely strung out. I have decided to visit my sister to help get over the effects of it. Sat on the train I begin to doze, the gentle rocking and the noise of the tracks numbing my mind. I drift off. As we put into a station the sudden clamour wakes me. I am a little bemused. How long have I slept? As we move away again I realise that my stop is next. I must have been asleep for some time. Reaching to put my book away I see something sticking out of the pages, like a bookmark. Pulling it out I realise that it is a small envelope. Blank. Opening it I extract a card which, with a clear, concise print says,

"Sleep tight. We are bound to meet again soon."

The words 'Tight' and 'Bound' jump from the card at me. Frantically I look around. Is there anyone around that I recognise? Who left this here? How long ago?

There are few people on the train now and only a handful of men. None of them look right. I imagine my assailant as a broad, strong man and these are all older men with middle aged spread and comb-overs. With weak legs I gathering my bags and prepare for my stop, constantly looking around to see who may be watching me. 

As the train pulls in I see my sister on the platform waving madly with a big smile. As I get off the train I throw down my bags just in time before she hits me, almost knocking me down. It's like getting hugged by a moving car! She is all questions and 'Oh my god!'. It is so good to see her. I am still wary as we head to her car, I know someone is watching me leave. My sister picks up on it and questions my mood in the car.

"I'm ok". I lie. "Just had a weird dream on the train and I'm still a little sleepy, I guess".

Back at her house I am too taken up with greeting her husband and kids to think about strangers watching my back. It isn't until I go to bed, a little tipsy from too much wine, that I think about it. Looking for the note, I can't find it. Maybe I dropped it? I don't remember. Maybe it was part of my dream? Getting up again I cross to the window. Parting the curtains a little, I look out into the night. Is anyone lurking out there? Would they risk coming into my sister's house for me? I see nothing. No movement. Nothing out of place. God, this is getting to me.

The week at my sisters passed without incident and I relaxed and enjoyed myself. On the train home nothing happened. No notes, no strangers paying too much attention, nothing. Now, several weeks later, I try not to think too much about it. Maybe I imagined the whole thing. I should make an appointment with my doctor, get my head checked out. I think I must be going mental! I've been too busy at work and have let it get in the way of my love life. I probably just need a boyfriend.

Going to bed I follow my, now normal, routine. Looking out of the window, naked in the moonlight, I scan the garden. No-one is there. 

"Of course there's no-one there! It's all in my head!"

Slipping on my night-dress, I go to bed. Sleep comes almost immediately. No thoughts of intruders, no sexual antics. I feel safe and secure.

From my deep sleep I am suddenly pulled awake. My hands are immobile. Pinioned in a strong grip, they are pulled up, over my head. I hear the noise of tape being pulled off a roll and immediately my hands are trapped, taped together on the headboard. Through sleep blinded eyes I make out a familiar outline in the darkness and then nothing. The blindfold has been placed on me and all is black. I open my mouth to ask who you are, why you do this to me but the gag is forced into place as soon as my lips part. At the last minute I think to struggle, kicking my legs like crazy but it is too late. I feel the ropes on my ankles and then an unstoppable force as my legs are pulled open and secured. I test my restraints, pulling this way and that but they are strong. There will be no escape. I fight the wave of panic that washes over me and try to remain calm. I turn my head, listening for clues of my assailant's position, trying to plot where I might feel his touch first but I hear nothing. No breathing, no footfalls on the carpeted floor. Nothing. I wait for what seems to be hours and nothing happens. Has he left? Has something disturbed him? Oh God, don't let someone find me like this! Shit, who is this guy?

There is movement! Slight rustling noises, somewhere indefinable but close. Straining I move my ear towards the sound. A hand grips my ankle causing me to try to jerk away. 

"It is time." says a deep breathy voice. 

He speaks! He never spoke before! Who is this? I don't recognise his voice. As if on cue I feel his hand slowly slide up my leg, following the contours of my ankle and calf. He continues up my thigh, getting closer and closer to my pussy, pushing up the hem of my night-dress as he goes. I cringe and whimper a little, although the feeling is not altogether unpleasant. Once again, I feel the cold, sharp edge of a knife against my skin, scratching from my neck towards my chest. Panic rises again; the pressure on the tip just enough to be felt but not so hard as to puncture my skin. It stops as abruptly as it began and I feel my night-dress lift gently away from my chest, falling lightly back. With the briefest hiss, I can feel the blade run the length my clothing. It's keen edge effortlessly destroying my modesty. My breath comes fast and shallow, my heart pounding. I feel the tattered remains of my night-dress slide from my body.

I feel gentle hands on my soft curves, tracing the mound of my breast, moving down over my ribs and across the base of my belly. I feel a weight settle on the bed, the gentle hand continuing its unhurried exploration. Warm breath bathes my nipple, followed with light kisses. As I harden in response, you take me into your mouth, your tongue swirling, making me stiffer still. Your hand caresses my other breast with mounting enthusiasm, gently pulling on my other swollen bud as your hand passes over and around my heaving breast. I settle a little, my panic giving way to lust. I have waiting for this visit for so long. I arch my back and moan gently in response to you grazing me with light nips from your teeth. Suddenly you move, gone as quickly as you arrived. 

There is a shift of weight on the bed, between my trapped feet. I feel your hands recommence the long, languorous strokes up my legs. As you pass up my thighs and over my hips, your thumbs pull gently at my pussy, pulling me open slightly. Again I feel your breath against me, hot now against my moistening slit. Your hands continue up my body, briefly cupping my breasts before their agonisingly slow descent. I can feel your legs resting against my thighs, smooth and warm. Your hands feel surprisingly delicate and soft on me, hiding the power and strength I know lurks within. Your caresses narrow, focusing on my thighs, belly and hips. Your breath tantalisingly close, teasing me with hot caresses.

You move again and I feel your tongue slide along the length on my pussy. Lightly at first then firmer, your tongue pushes into me, parting my inner lips. I feel my pussy swell in response. My lips pouting open for your invading tongue. My wetness flowing. Groaning with building passion, I try to grind my cunt into your face but you retreat slightly, ever teasing with your tongue. Your light stabbing motions become more fervent, your tongue lapping harder at the full length of me. God, it feels good. I buck slightly as you take my clit between your lips and suck on it, your tongue swirling at its base as you release it. Through my mounting passion it strikes me that your face also feels oddly smooth against my thigh. As I ponder this I feel the weight on the bed shift and your strong, rough hands return to massage my breasts. A single finger slides into me as you continue licking, probing my wet depths.

I stiffen suddenly as I realise that there are two pairs of hands on me. There are two of you! Panic rears again, two strong men ravaging me. A second finger joins the first in my cunt. I am flooded with lust and your fingers slide into me with little resistance. Turning your hand you twist your fingers in me. The walls of my pussy contract on you in quick spasms, exciting moans from deep inside me.

Somebody straddles me and instantly something heavy and blunt hits me on the chin. Hands stroke my hair, lifting my head slightly and I feel the gag removed. As I open my mouth a thick, blunt cock is immediately forced into it. I am too far gone now to do anything but suck on it. It is big and my lips are stretched to accommodate it. Gently but firmly my assailant starts to fuck my mouth. It is all I can do to concentrate on breathing, as my mouth and cunt are filled at once. I feel my orgasm building already, my dirtiest fantasies coming true. To be bound and helpless, at the mercy of two guys. I start to suck on you in earnest, my tongue swirling around your shaft and head, my hungry groans encouraging deeper thrusts into my mouth.

Fingers press up into the rough spot inside me and begin to massage me there, beckoning, forcing my body to jerk lightly in its restraints as my orgasm gathers momentum. I am close now. Your head retreats. I thrust my hips upward, my cunt trying to follow, trying to keep your tongue busy where I need it but I cannot move that far. Busy fingers replace it and strum against my clit. Light, fast strokes, gradually increasing in pressure cause me to spasm and jerk as your touch sends shards of pleasure coursing through me. 

Your cock slips from my mouth as I cum. My cunt is suddenly flooded and I groan with the force of it; wave upon wave of pleasure crashing through me. My mouth searches for your cock, only for the gag to be replaced. I whimper in frustration, I really need that cock!

Strong hands are stroking me again, sending shivers through my body. Goose bumps run up my flank under your touch. The weight shifts on the bed again and I feel you between my thighs, stroking towards my sodden pussy. I feel a nudge against my swollen, tender lips and with a low grunt, you shove your cock deep into me. I arch my back as you fill me. My cunt clasps around you as you withdraw, only to plunge into me again. You fuck me hard and deep and it feels so good. I feel you move a little and, pulling my ass up onto your thighs, you penetrate me completely, forcing yourself deep within me. I feel your thumb on my clit, teasing as you pound into me. My cunt streams as I moan against the gag.

Your accomplice straddles me. Again, I feel the gag being removed and search for the cock that I know will be proffered. He moves higher, forcing my head back into the pillow. A weight settles on me, riding my face. I am confused briefly until I feel a sticky, wetness settle over my mouth. Your accomplice is a woman!

"Lick it!" a soft voice growls. 

I do as I am commanded. Not knowing quite where to start, I stick out my tongue and penetrate her. At once, a familiar taste floods my mouth. Wriggling my tongue, I hope this is what she wants. As she rubs herself back and forward on my face, I think about how I like to be licked and start to flick my tongue around her tight hole, exploring her soft folds. I lap the length of her, stopping at her clit to tickle around it base and under the hood, exciting gentle wriggles and moans from her.

The cock in my cunt and the thumb on my clit are bringing me close again. The woman writhing on my face reaches back to caresses my tits, pulling on my nipples, gently first then with increasing force. I gasp as the pleasure hits me and it tips me over the edge. I cum again, harder this time, grinding my cunt onto the invading cock and thrashing my tongue frenziedly. The woman rubs herself hard into my face, pulling fiercely on my nipples as she moans. Suddenly she stiffens, groaning deeply she floods my face and mouth as she too cums, small spasms wracking her body.

She climbs off me and kneels to one side. Smothering my face with gentle kisses, her tongue lapping at the sticky residue of her passion. Leaning in now, you pound into me with ever more powerful strokes, slamming in and out of me with your full length, grinding your pubes into mine at every thrust. You fuck me for what seems like hours. Your accomplice teasing my breasts and body with her smooth hands. With a deep groan you pull out and I feel your hot cum splatter over my tits and belly. I can feel you shaking the last of it out into my pubes, you almost growling as you masturbate yourself empty. An eager tongue and fingers run over me, lapping up your spent semen, rubbing it into my soft skin. I hear the noise of her sucking you, quickly cleaning the spunk from your cock, before returning her attention to me. Her fingers gently caress my pouting lips, her tongue following. Lips kiss their way through my scant pubes, not missing a drop of your semen. It feels so good that I almost cum again, my hips twitching as my cunt gapes open from the cock it so recently had filling it.

"Oh God, that feels so good" I sigh.

This seems to remind my assailants that my mouth is unfettered and the gag is quickly fixed back in place, a soft kiss sealing me in, as gentle hands caress my neck and face.

I wonder if they are finished. Will they leave me bound and gagged? Who will find me to release me? As I am thinking, my ankles are released. They are going to let me loose? No, my feet are forced up, over my head and taped, wide open, to the headboard. I feel the air, cool on my soaking cunt. I am completely at their mercy and gaping wide open. 

Strong hands massage my thighs and buttocks. Thumbs hook into my inner thighs and open me further. A tongue delves deep into me. Rough lips on my pussy mean it is you now, not her. As your tongue swirls around in me I feel softer hands on my thighs, gently massaging me, stroking all over my sensitive body. It feels fantastic. You focus your attention on my clit, sucking and licking at it. I try to close my legs, to crush you further into me but my restraints are too sound. It feels so good. Soft female hands have found my tits and stroke around my sensitive globes, fingers flicking over my hard nipples. I am aware that I am moaning almost constantly, the pleasure is so intense. Your tongue flicking harder at my clit sends me spasming into orgasm again. You don't stop and I cum over and over again, as your accomplice, reading my mind, pulls harder at my nipples, twisting and pinching hard on them. My orgasm rolls ever on. I have never cum like this! I am abandoned to pleasure.

Your tongue retracts, returning to lap occasionally at my aching clit. Your hands are on my buttocks now, kneading and spreading them. I feel your tongue teasing at my tightest hole. Oh God, that is so good. Spreading me wide open, you spear me. Your tongue pushes into me, pulsing, forcing its way in. Pulling back out, you swirl it around the bud of my ass again before plunging back in. I am in heaven. I have never been so aroused. Fingers are exploring my cunt again, rubbing gently down each side of my hood, dragging back across my exposed clit, hard and swollen. More fingers probe at my anus, sliding in with little resistance. I groan harder. My darkest desires fill my head. Two fingers delve into my wet pussy and another two thrust into my ass. My body jerks under the attention it's getting. I feel so full. You lower your mouth to me, biting gently on my buttocks, licking around the rim of my ass as your fingers fill me. 

The fingers withdraw and there is movement. A softer mouth replaces yours and begins to lick around my silt. Your accomplice grunts softly and I feel a gentle rocking motion in her as she licks me. I realise that you must be fucking her while she is kneeling at my cunt. Her fingers stroke my clit, occasionally slapping me gently, exciting jerks of pleasure. Almost roughly she pushes her fingers into me. Two, three, more? I can no longer tell. My cunt is stretched and full as she licks my clit ferociously. Abruptly her tonguing stops and she seems to move away. Her fingers still push into me and I can feel the rocking through the bed now. Her hand stops and she moans aloud, shaking as her own orgasm rocks through her. She withdraws her fingers and I feel something cool on me. Her fingers return, smoothing this coolness around my slit. Her fingers return again, I count them in my mind; two, three four. I am stretched wide against them. She bunches her fingers and I feel her thumb stretching me even further. A few twisting pushes and her hand disappears in me. Oh my God, her whole hand is in me! She seems to rest there, only gently moving it back and forth. The movement increases, I can feel so much pressure on my G-spot. She is thrusting in me now, her fist pulling at my hole as she almost withdraws it. It feels amazing! My cunt has never been so full, so sensitive. It is electrifying! She rubs hard at my clit and blue sparks explode behind my eyes. I cry out against the gag, cumming hard again, my body jerking and soaked in sweat.




Night Stalkers



She withdraws her hand slowly, gently stroking my hood and lips, pouring more pleasure through me. I collapse back breathing hard, almost blacking out. Soft hands continue to stoke my legs and body. 

As I come around I don't believe what is happening to me. How can this be so good? The stroking hands continue their dance on my skin. I'm not sure how much more I can take. I am bathed in sweat, the sheets of my bed a tangled ruin. My cunt is swollen and sore. Your tongue penetrates my ass again, darting in and out, back and forth. Oh, it feels so good. I feel the cool wetness of the lube again, on my ass this time. I just have time to think "Oh my God!" before the blunt head of your cock is pressing against the tight bud of my anus. The pressure on my ass builds and you slowly slide into me, just the tip, stretching me open. Your accomplice resumes her attention to my clit and the combined feeling is unimaginable. You begin to rock back and forth, gently sawing into me. 

I feel a brief sting of resistance deep within me and then you are in me, sliding fully into my slimy rectum. I feel your pubes on against me as you pause, allowing me to get used to this new feeling of fullness. Fingers are grinding small circles into my clit as you begin slowly pumping into me. The feeling is like nothing I have ever experienced. I have always rejected anal sex as being dirty and something only whores and porn stars did but this is just incredible. I buck my hips into the persistent fingers, demanding rougher treatment. I grip you hard with my ass, bringing groans of pleasure from you. In response you pound into me and the circles on my clit shrink down to an incessant, grinding rub at my sensitive bud. I am moaning and thrashing against my bonds continually now. 

All I want is for you to keep fucking my ass. I have lost count of how many times I have cum! It has become a continual orgasmic force ripping through me. Your hands are on my tits again, stroking and pulling at me, matching the rhythm on my clit. Your accomplice is rocking back and forth, her fingers no doubt as busy on her own clit as mine. You groan as your thrusting becomes more urgent. I am drowning in lust, stars busting in my head as my orgasms roar through me, one after another.

With a final roar you slam into me, rigid, as you pump stream upon stream of hot spunk into me. Your accomplice shudders and utters a long, low moan, gripped by her own orgasm. I cum and cum and cum. Moisture floods out of me and my body is wracked with convulsions.

All is quiet. Low, heavy breathing brings us all back to Earth. You withdraw from me slowly, your spunk flooding out, joining my own fluids to run down my body in thin rivulets. As my feet are released from their bonds, pins and needles rake my legs, as the blood flow returns. As my hands are released, I collapse into the mess of my bed. All is quiet. I am spent. Darkness takes me and I sleep.

I am woken in the morning by sunlight filtering through the partly opened curtains. Looking around, confused and still full of sleep, I wonder briefly why my alarm has not woken me. Memories of last night snap me to attention. Fully awake I scan my room. Nothing seems amiss. Looking down I realise that my bed is properly made, with no evidence of the exertions of the night before. A quick glance at my wrists however, confirms that it was no dream. The marks from the tape are still quite clear. Moving to sit up, I can feel the effects of being trussed up like a chicken for most of the night. My thighs and calves ache and my ankles bear similar marks to my wrists. My cunt feels swollen and sore. The tattered remains of my night-dress lie in a heap on top of a box, on a chair across the room, topped off with a single red rose.

Struggling to my feet, I cross the room to the box. The scent of the rose wafts up to me as I lift it, a perfect, single velvet bloom. Opening the box I find a beautiful silk negligee, far nicer than the one sacrificed in the night and a black silk choker with a stylised silver token, resembling a dove. A note falls from the folds of my new lingerie. A small blank envelope.

Setting my new nightwear down and grimacing a little, my legs rebelling at the movement, I stoop to retrieve it. The envelope contains a blank card, just like the one on the train. A message is neatly printed on the reverse.

"Wear this choker only when you are sure that you wish your initiation to continue."

That is all. No explanation of what I am being initiated into, nothing to identify my current visitors, nothing to say when they might return. Confused but quietly elated, I drift to the bathroom. My legs and back need a good soak. The bath is already run, the water still hot, with the pleasant aroma of obviously expensive bath oils filling the air. They must have only just left! Looking back into my apartment I expect to see someone there waiting to explain all this but I am quite alone. 

Shrugging resignedly, I return to my bath. The hot water envelopes me, instantly soothing my tired muscles. I have a lot to think about.

But not right now.



Night Stick



Maggie Buchanan sped down Route 7 south of Lenox, the sun hovering just above the Berkshire hills, a simmering coral glow spreading through the summer sky. The old Mustang convertible, fire-orange like the sun, raced recklessly towards dusk. Maggie felt herself leaning into the corners with her old car, taking them too fast, as usual. She always drove too fast in this car. She couldn't help herself.

The radio turned static; she was losing another station. She pushed the search buttons, trying to find something quickly. Country. Talk Radio. More static. Giving up, she rustled a tape out of the console and shoved it unceremoniously into the deck. Took a long swig out of her bottled water, spilling some over the front of her t-shirt. The evening breeze racing through the convertible, over her damp shirt, stiffened her nipples. Maggie pressed harder on the accelerator, gliding past the off-ramp to the turnpike while listening to an early Dire Straits album.

The sun slipped past the mountains, the sky deepening in colour with every passing minute. Maggie caught sight of the first stars, appearing almost magically, when she noticed the bright lights in her rear view mirror.

The high-beams behind the car nearly blinded her, and were only getting closer. Maggie flipped her rear view mirror to deflect them but it did little to help. The bright white lights were joined by flashing red and blue ones. She cursed under her breath. The winding road had no shoulder and nowhere to pull over. Crossing over the rail tracks and a small bridge, she pulled down a narrow lane towards the river. 

Maggie brought the Mustang to a halt and reached for her handbag. The police cruiser pulled up behind her. She was thankful when its pulsing lights were turned off, but felt anxious when she heard the heavy steps on the gravel, approaching. A bright light shone into the driver's area as she pulled the registration papers out of the glove compartment.

"License and registration, please." The sonorous voice seemed to come from ten feet above Maggie. She passed over the papers, squinting as she looked up into the white-hot flashlight.

"Going a little fast back there, Miss…Buchanan," the officer spoke, searching over her license. 

"Yeah, uh, sorry about that."

"You got someplace you have to be, goin' so fast?"

"Not really, I guess."

"So you just like driving fast."

"Uh, well…"

"Car like this doesn't know how to drive much other way, does it?"

Maggie rolled her eyes. "Well, not really, no."

"So you must get into a lot of trouble in this car." The policeman's heavy flashlight shone done across her body, slicing through the deepening darkness. Her nipples continued to shiver prominently under her water-splashed t-shirt. For the first time, with her eyes adjusted to the light, Maggie was able to look up and see him more clearly.

"I can take care of myself," she said carefully, looking him straight in the eye. "I don't go looking for trouble." He was tall, alright, but the powerful shoulders and chest were even more impressive. A light coating of hair bristled over his sinuous arms. His flirting annoyed her. He had no idea what he was messing with.

His eyes stayed locked on hers for much longer than they should have. Maggie wondered if she had really seen something twitching in his pants, his crotch at eye-level to her in the driver's seat.

"I bet you do though, don't you," he replied huskily, shaking his head. He leaned forward over Maggie's door, filling the space with his form. "I bet…you like trouble."

Maggie reached for the ignition. She knew she had better get out of there, now. But he had anticipated that move.

"Oh no, I don't think so," he grinned. "Step out of the car, Miss Buchanan." His hand closed over her arm, squeezing it painfully. Pulling her hand off the ignition, he grabbed her keys and stuffed them into his pocket.

"Ow! What are you doing? Give those back! Let go of me now, I'll scream, I swear it!"

"You really think anyone's going to hear you down here?" He pulled her arm and opened the car door, dragging her out. "You chose where to pull over. Nice choice, by the way." 

He pushed her against the front fender of the Mustang. "You know I'm going to have to search you now. Spread 'em."

"Screw you, asshole!" hissed Maggie. She refused to budge.

"What a great idea. But you're jumping ahead," he replied. He pulled her legs apart and roughly shoved his massive hand under her short skirt. She fell back against the hood of the car while he explored her crotch under her panties. Swiftly, he sunk two of his fingers deep into her cunt while his thumb pressed hard against her clit. Maggie groaned, and tried to raise her knee into his crotch to stop him. He advanced between her legs now, though, and her movement just let his hand more penetrate more deeply. He pushed a third finger inside her as she writhed against the steaming hood of the car. 

"Fuck, oh fuck," she whimpered. 

The burly cop plunged his fingers more rapidly inside her, strumming her clit firmly. Her pussy was quickly turning slick with the helpless juices he was drawing out from it. Instinctively, her hips rose off the fender to meet his thrusts. With his other hand, he reached up to her wet shirt and the rigid, quivering nipple underneath it, and twisted it between his fingers.

"Oh GOD!" screamed Maggie. "God, please, oh, fuck…"

She knew it was useless. He was going to make her cum no matter what. God, she actually wanted him to. She wanted to cum, and cum, and feel him filling her and making her cum again. Her cunt was hungry for it, no matter how pissed off she was. She pounded her fists into the hood in torment as the first orgasm shook through her.

"Oh, that's just the tip of the iceberg, isn't it…I bet you have a lot more of that inside you. You want this now, don't you. Say it! Tell me how much you want it."

Maggie moaned as she came, knowing he was right. "You fucking asshole. Fuck me then, go on, fuck me if you can."

"If I can, huh? You little bitch, you're going to find out just how much I can," he laughed, pulling his fingers out. "And just how much you can handle." Maggie gasped at the sudden emptiness. He rolled her over the hood until her pale ass hung in the air. "Take off your shirt and your bra."

Maggie tugged the shirt over her head, then reached behind her to undo her bra. Her tits fell heavily onto the hood, the metal hot to the touch from driving on a sultry summer night. She felt her nipples searing against the car and cried out in pain. He pushed her down hard onto the hood.

"What a pretty sight," he said. And with that, he reared back and smacked her ass hard with his open palm. Maggie recoiled and screamed in surprise, pushing herself harder onto the burning metal hood. He spread her legs apart again and spanked her exposed crotch with full strength, then spanked her ass repeatedly until it was as fiery-red as the Mustang itself.

"You little slut…I bet my fingers weren't nearly enough for you, were they. I bet you'll beg for something bigger."

Maggie braced herself, knowing he was about to shove his cock inside her, and yet, what was nudging against her pussy lips felt so much harder than a cock. She turned her head back to see what he was doing to her, and saw his fist encircling the leather handle of a long night stick. Her eyes widened, seeing it was longer than her forearm.

"Jesus Christ, you bastard, what are you doing to me, oh no…"

He pulled the tool away from her crotch and smacked her across the ass with it. She groaned and collapsed into the car again. 

"You're in no position to argue, slut."

He pressed the night stick against her pussy lips again and this time shoved it inside her, hard enough to slide straight against her cervix and bang on the door. Maggie's knees buckled. He slid it out, and pushed it swiftly up her cunt again. Over, and over. Her hole made a sucking noise every time he pulled it out, begging for it to return. The cop pressed down on the small of Maggie's back, causing her rump to stand out high into the night air. 

"This isn't going to stop until you give it up to me. Cum, you little bitch. Cum hard."

Her hole shuddered with every ramming stroke of the night stick. It hurt too much, she knew she couldn't cum like this.

"I…can't," she grimaced. 

"Yes you can."

"No, you're fucking hurting me."

"Oh, but you will cum anyway." He shoved the stick even harder inside her, then reached down below and took her clit between his thumb and finger, massaging it violently. He quickened the pace as Maggie's pliant body spasmed beneath him, banged the night stick inside her and crushed her clit in his hand. She cried out and knew he'd won. Her cunt streamed and pulsed fiercely in spite of the thudding pain of the stick inside her.

"You're not done yet. You know that." The cop withdrew the night stick from her quivering pussy and pressed it northward. Maggie sucked in her breath, knowing where this was headed.

He bent forward and spat unceremoniously on her puckered ass. The night stick was still slick with her cream. He forced it carefully against her rear hole until it gave way and it popped inside. Watching her ass accept the stick made his cock thicken and throb. He ground his crotch against her thigh so she'd know it was there while he pushed the stick deeper into her ass.

Maggie's breaths came quietly and rapidly against the hood of the car. This wasn't the first time she'd been fucked up the ass. It wasn't even the first time something other than a real flesh cock had been lodged up there, and been well enjoyed. But never had there been anything so strong and rigid, and so frighteningly long. She'd seen how long that stick was, and known not even half of it had been inside her cunt when it was slamming against her womb. The feel of his cock through his uniform, against her bare leg, was almost a comfort compared to the potential of that stick working its way inside her ass.

He stopped, for a moment. The night stick was deep in her rear, nudging against the second sphincter inside the passage.

"Before I go any further, I want you to know that you currently have about nine inches of this up your ass. This night stick is seventeen inches long to the hilt. It's made of nylon, which is why it's so hard and smooth. Your ass looks very beautiful right now with this sticking out. Does it feel good inside?"

Maggie's anger had morphed to focused concentration. She loved having her ass filled. It was impossible to deny it, even if she was very worried about what 'any further' meant. The pain of it now seemed pleasant, even joyful. It set every nerve in her body on fire.

"Yes, it feels good in my ass."

"I'm glad you feel that way," the cop said. He reached beneath her to strum her clit a little, feeling her relax. He then pushed the night stick against her second gateway until it could bear the pressure no more. Maggie's back arched in shock as the hard baton slid three more inches of that stick into her, deeper into her body than anything had ever been before.

"Take it. Take it. Take my stick up your ass, slut."

Dazed, Maggie spread her legs wider and raised her ass to meet the invader head on. She turned her head back at him and looked him squarely in the eyes. "Give me more," she panted. "I want it all."

"Really," he said. The cop pushed another few inches inside her ass as Maggie shrieked. 

"YES! Fuck, yes! Shove it in!"

He stared down at the wonder before him. There were only three inches of the night stick left outside of Maggie's ass. Beneath it, her clit had swelled lewdly and was throbbing with rage. He hesitated, and began to pull it back.

"NO! Shove it IN! IN! After everything you've done, are you not man enough to give it all to me now? Shove that fucking thing inside me and rip my ass wide open!" DO IT!!!"

Her taunting infuriated him and he drove the rest of the night stick into her ass, the hilt nestling into her crack. Maggie howled and dropped to her knees, the night stick skewering her. She moaned and reached for her crotch, cupping her cunt in her hands and pressing the heel of her hand against her mound.

"God, I'm going to cum, I need to cum, I need your cum, God, I just need cum." She was barely audible.

The cop quickly unzipped his trousers and pulled his purple cock out, shoving it into Maggie's face. Eyes closed, she engulfed it quickly into her mouth while she humped her hand. He pulled her ginger hair into one hand and used it to force her head back while he fucked her mouth. With every thrust into her mouth her head banged against the fender of the car, and she moaned relentlessly with the night stick still buried impossibly deep in her ruined ass. She sucked at his pounding cock and wrapped her tongue around it as it raped her throat, shoving fingers inside her own cunt now while grasping her clit with her other hand and jerking it off like a miniature cock. He pulled her head back by her hair and sunk deeply into her mouth so that she was forced to swallow him whole, sputtering and breathing frantically through her nose.

"Get ready, bitch," and with that he pumped frantically into her throat. His cum spilled over her lips and ran down her cheek and chin, great frothy streams of seed. Within seconds she came again, the dirt beneath her knees turning dark with the pools of liquid pouring out of her cunt. He waited until she had siphoned him dry, then pulled out of her mouth. She collapsed onto one side in the dirt by her front tire. The handle of his night stick seemed part of her body, shining in the moonlight.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." She repeated the word, moaning. 

He knelt down and slowly removed the stick from her ass. Her asshole gaped, unable yet to return to normal. "This car suits you," he said, "but I don't think you're going to be able to sit in the driver's seat right now. Besides, I can think of so many other ways to fuck you, and so many other things to fuck you with."

The cop cradled Maggie's limp body and laid her in the back of his cruiser. She moaned quietly. "My car…"

"We'll get it later, my little slut. You're not going anywhere for awhile."



Night Stockings Ch. 01



She strolled into the room turning heads and soliciting lustful looks. She walked in like she owned the place, because she did. The club was jumping which is the way she liked it. The music was loud and the intoxicating. She had worked for years to get DeSade's Playhouse to the nationally known fetish club that it is today. She had forgone lovers, friends and family to get her pet project to this level and now that it had obtained its status she was lonely. She is a tall, busty redhead that can spot a drunk that is losing control and a minor with a fake i.d. a mile away. Not embarrassed by her size she flaunts her large breasts by wearing corsets and short skirts to show her muscular legs. She has a penchant for stockings with seams and men. Her blue eyes can freeze an unwanted advance before it escapes the lips and a notoriously short fuse. She has tried for years to find a man or woman that can satisfy her and since her self-induced celibacy is over, she's on the prowl for someone that can. She watches him; she's wanted him since she hired him.

He saw her enter thinking that he really shouldn't think about the boss bent over her heavy oak desk wearing nothing but those damn stockings that drove him wild. She knew his name but as far as he knew she forgot him the moment she passed by him. She had worked her ass off to make this club the best and since he was the best bouncer in the business she hired him after checking his references, without ever having seen him. He is tall and thick-chest, dark hair with hazel eyes that make women wet. His voice is like good whiskey smooth and deep. He doesn't want someone that he has to struggle with for power, he wants someone to walk beside not in front of or behind, an equal. Many have tried and failed to keep his attention but they fall to the side when he moves about. 

"Looking good tonight, Boss." He says as she struts by. "You're doing a good job keeping the peace. No one wants to come into someplace that they can get hurt in. Business is up thanks to you. We're going to have to look at giving you a raise." She winks and walks away. O yeah she could give him a raise but not the one he's looking for. As she walks by him she intentionally brushes her ass against his hand, maybe he can pick up the hint this time. 

'She just had to rub that ass on me again.' He thinks. 'She keeps this up and she's going to loose her Ice Queen title when I heat her up.'

The night progressed without much between but she caught him watching her more than usual tonight. 'Well thank God he might actually realize that I'm more than the boss soon! God knows I'd nail him in a heart beat. Damn I'm tired of being lonely.' 

The night ended and as she was tallying up she heard a knock on her office door. Cursing the intrusion she bellowed "Enter dammit!"

He sauntered in and propped a hip on the corner of her desk grinning down on her and getting a wonderful view of those big breasts that she seemed to be so proud of. 

"Something I can help you with Liam?" 

"Yeah, you need to stay in your privacy booth if you are going to keep dressing like that. You had a following that you were oblivious to. Not safe Boss." He told her.

"Thanks for the concern but I happen to like the way I dress." She rolled the chair back and stretched her legs out propping her heels up on her desk. "And this is a fetish club I wear fetish dress like all those girls down there."

"Yeah but the difference is I'm not paid to protect the girls down there. I'm paid to protect YOU!" he gets into her face to see if he can make the point.

"You're paid to protect the club not me, jackass. I was a cop; I think I can take care of myself." 

"O yeah, in those heels and that corset, I'm sure you'll be fine. And don't call me jackass. I'm trying to protect that ass that you seem to barely cover. I hope like hell you don't rub your ass on the patrons like you did me!"

She was fighting mad now. She stood toe to toe with him to make HER point. "Bring the noise. Come on but don't expect me to fight fair." 

Her eyes were glowing; almost clear the blue was so pale. Between the sexual frustration and the 10 years as a cop she was fighting him for power and the struggle continued for what seemed like an hour knocking things off her desk and kicking over chairs. When they were both out of breath and she gripped his shirt in her hands and he had 2 handfuls of hair, they stood nose to nose and the smirk that crossed her face sealed the deal. He took her mouth quickly and hard. Someone moaned causing them to jump apart like they had been shot.

"See what happens when you try to protect yourself, hell you can't hold me off!" He screamed at her.

"Did you ever stop to think I did want to hold you off? Are you really that dense that I don't know that you like stockings, corsets and strong women? I was trying to give you a choice but now the choice is gone and you will be mine!"

Shoving him down on the desk by sweeping his feet out from under him she jump up to straddle him and pinned his hands down. She began to run her tongue up his throat and nibble on his ears. His breathing began to speed up and she saw his pupils dilate making her smile. She knew her celibacy was over. 

"Damn me to hell or take me to heaven, but do it now!" She whispered as she ripped his shirt open sending buttons flying. His chest is thick and his nipples pierced making her groan. She loves piercing and tattoos. While she is distracted licking those wonderful nipples he grips her hips and now she is the one pinned to the desk. He runs his hands up her leg finding the garter belt to be the only thing under the skirt. He dips a finger in to her wet pussy pulling a soft moan from her. While his hands are busy he begins an assault on that neck licking, sucking, biting, and kissing her neck bringing her close to the glorious orgasm that she craved. He slipped another finger in her tight wet heat sending her flying; he bit her hard enough to bring blood at the same time and making her scream louder. 

"Jesus Christ Taliah." He sighed. "If you think that I'm going let it end there you are out of your mind. You just had to wear stockings didn't you? Did you know how hard they make me?"

"You stop now I swear to God I will kill you where you stand!" she told him as her hand started unzipping his pants. She grabbed his hard cock and groaned out "This is what I have wanted for the last year."

"O you'll get that and more." 

He reached down to his boot pulling the knife out as he flipped her over to cut the satin ribbon of her corset then flipping her back over so he could finally see the breasts that had taunted him. Her hands were groaning for him and as quick as she could free his hands would capture her again.

"If you are looking for something quick you came to the wrong man. So you are just going to have to lay back and take it." He said.

"O will I? We'll just see about that." She said as she swapped positions with him and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, cuffing him before he could curse her. "So you like stockings do you? Well, well I can definitely use that to my advantage. Luckily I keep a spare pair here in case of emergency." 

She opened the top drawer of the desk and pulled out another stocking and began rubbing it over his chest. She watched his eyes roll up in his head. "I think you are going to be the one to lay there and take it. Let's just see how much you can take shall we." 

She took his pants off finding quickly that he wore no underwear. His cock was hard, thick and impressive; it made her mouth water. She kept a hand on his chest and wrapped her lips around the cock she had been craving. She began suck it as he began to pant. She continued pleasuring him and taking what she wanted until she decided he was close to cumming. 

"Not just yet big boy." and as she looked up realized that he had gotten the key to the cuffs and freed himself. "Well shit. I'm just going to have to try harder next time. I'm apparently a bit rusty." She pouted.

"O no, you're far from rusty. I got free from the cuffs while you took my pants off." He told her. He picked her up and carried her to the chaise and laid her down. "This is a bit softer. Now your turn again."

That seductive mouth traveled down her body making her shiver when he licked her nipples and gasp when he nibbled on her navel, but when he found her heat, she began to feel the orgasm start rolling up from her toes. He has a pierced tongue and when his barbell flicked her clit she felt like she was drowning in pleasure. He continued to eat her with her orgasm never stopping and he greedily licked up her juices. When she began to beg for him to stop he continued for a minute and finally gave her a chance to breathe. 

"I want to feel those stocking clad legs that you seem to be so proud of wrapped around my waist. I want you screaming my name when you cum. You are going to take everything that I am going to give you."

She couldn't have argued because she had no air in her lungs. Her body was quaking and her mind blissfully blank when he entered her. He filled her to bursting and the next crushing orgasm began. He felt the tight, hot velvet glove wrap around him and squeeze. He had to slow down to prevent himself from cumming too soon. The feeling of the stockings around his waist and rubbing his back plus the constricting of her pussy were almost too much for him to bear. Sensing his hesitation she rolled him over so that she was once again straddling him and pinched his nipples.

"O no, you don't! You started this you damn well better finish me." 

She began a fast hard ride as his hands rubbed up and down her stocking clad thighs. Her deep mid shattering orgasm took her over as she screamed out his name and took him with her. When he came into her, it was her named that he screamed. After she rode him till they were empty, she collapsed onto his chest and when she was able to move, she looked up at him and smiled. 

"That was even better than I has fantasized about." They said at the same time. 

She looked around at the destruction and began to laugh. "How the hell are we going to get out of here since you don't have a shirt?"

"You mean neither of us have shirts." He said.

"Nope I keep a spare here." She told him. "You know we are far from done, right?"

"Yep, your place or mine?" He asked as he led her out of her office leaving everything where it was. 



Night Stockings Ch. 02



"Mine's closer." She said as she locked the door to her office. 'This man is amazing' she thought, 'but I want to see how much more I can get from him.'

The cleaning crew had yet to arrive and all the regular staff had left for the night so the club was dark and quiet until suddenly soft lights and the first bars of "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel came softly from the speakers. He must have really done his homework since 80's music was one of her guilty pleasures. 

"Sorry I don't have a trench coat and a boom box to complete the scene." He laughed. "No worries. The boom box would get broken with us and trench coats make me think of flashers. It's the thought that counts. Are you going to turn that off so we can get out of here or not?" She queried.

"We'll get out of here in due time but you need to realize that this isn't going to be a one night stand. There is romance out there and in here and it is way past time that you had a little taste of it. I know that you have that hard shell but most candies that have a hard outer layer are filled with a sweet, juicy center. Lucky for you I have a hell of a sweet tooth." He said as he took the stuff that she was carrying out of her hands and drew her into his arms as they began a slow dance around the floor.

During the third song they began to kiss, slow, deep kisses that touch the soul. They danced until the program that he had set up on the computer ran out of music. 

It was then that she looked into those hazel eyes and realized that this wasn't going to be one of those easy relationships and chances were that she was going to get hurt. In the back of her mind she heard that little voice telling her that if she wanted to find the right man she had to get burned by the wrong one more than once so she needs to take a chance. "Fuck it, I'm going to deal the cards and see if I've drawn a fist full of shit or an inside straight." She mumbled to herself.

"What did you say sexy?" 

"Nothing, just talking to myself. So are we going to my place or yours?" she asked.

"Yours, especially since I heard a rumor about your closet." He smirked.

"What did you hear and who ran their flap about my closet? Hmmmmm?"

"I say nothing I know nothing." He said before he acted like he was zipping his mouth closed.

"O, I bet I can make you tell me. I know many means of torture" she started poking him in the tickle spots of his ribs and giggling like a girl. She picked up her stuff after he turned everything off and headed out the door, locking it behind them.

After arriving at her place, he began to look around noticing the multi-culture hodge-podge that should have clashed but somehow melded well for her. A big comfy couch in jewel tones invited him to sink in, so he did. He was mildly concerned when he realized that she had an excellent reproduction of King Tut's sarcophagus encased in glass as a coffee table but the thought evaporated when he looked up and saw her. She was standing there in front of him looking amused. She was wearing a leather corset paired with a mini-skirt that was millimeters from being indecent. Thigh-high black leather boots and a matching flogger made her into the Domme of his deepest desires. 

"Now let's have that little talk about who told you about my closet. Would you like to see it?" she asked. 

Words wouldn't form so he simply nodded his head fervently.

"I asked you a question. Either say, yes Mistress or no Mistress."

"Who said you were going to be my Mistress?" he challenged.

"You knew what you were getting when you started this roller coaster. If you don't like the rules there is the door. But realize that if you walk out that door, you won't walk back in it. We can work together and be friends but never again lovers. The choice is yours. I'll be in the third door on the left if you are willing to stay. The choice is yours but staying means that you will behave." She turned on an ice pick heel and slammed the door behind her.

He took a minute to think if he really was willing to bow before a woman but then remembered that in the office they were both happy giving up a bit of control. 

"She knows I can't resist a dare." He muttered and went to the door and in opening it changed his life.

"I'm sorry but I have never submitted to anyone before." He sighed deeply. "I can't promise to be a slave but I am willing to be a switch."

She rose, walking to him with a smirk on that sexy face, "I don't want a slave. I want someone that will walk beside me. I want someone that will let me have my time as top and I will give you your time as top. Fair enough?"

Saying nothing he simply kissed her. Taking that as enough of an answer she asked "What did you hear about my closet?"

"That you had a special closet for your toys. A walk-in closet that was rivaled by large sex shops."

She took his hand and led him into her special closet and laughed when his jaw dropped. "Kinda like an adult toys are us. What do you think?" 

"Now I know how Dorothy felt when she saw Oz for the first time."

"Now, are you going to drool over this stuff all night or are you going to come play with me?" she whispered in his ear before nibbling on it.

"As you wish." He groaned.

She took him by the hand and led him to the bed, laying him down after undressing him and noting his hard cock. Straddling him, she began to kiss him deeply while she pinched and pulled his nipples making him shudder and moan. His hands began to explore under that tiny excuse for a skirt and finding her naked beneath. 

"Find something you like?" she moaned as his fingers entered her.

"I found the honey pot. I do love that sweet taste. I love watching the blue of your eyes glow when you are ready to cum." He whispered as he rubbed her g-spot and feeling her muscles tighten with the impending orgasm, "Go over for me and pour into my hand."

She had no choice in the matter as her body rocked and spasmed with a deep orgasm. She then pulled his fingers out of her and cuffed his hands above his head with hers. She took his mouth roughly and then began biting her way along that sharp jaw line and down that throat drawing blood occasionally. As she let go of his hands she simultaneously bit his collar bone and impaled herself on his wonderful cock. He grabbed the heels of her boots and prayed that he could hang with her as she rode them both into frenzy. Her intense orgasm took them both over the edge.

He wasn't sure but he thought that he might be dead. He couldn't feel his body or make a sound. 'Not such a high price to pay.' He thought. 'More than worth the jokes that will be made at my wake.

"I can hear you thinking. Care to wait to have deep meaningful thoughts until the rest of us remember how to see?" she slurred.

"I was just thinking that it wasn't a bad price to pay for such a wonderful death." He snickered.

"Honey I hate to break it to you but you're not dead." She said realizing that if she'd open her eyes she hadn't been struck blind.

"Jesus! That was wonderful. I am not 100% sure that I can keep this up all night." He said.

She simply stood on wobbly legs and went into the kitchen in search of food and drink. If they were going to keep this up all night they would need fuel. She grabbed 2 bottles of Pepsi and a bag of chips before stumbling back to the bedroom. She expected to find him either asleep or in the closet; instead she found him lighting candles around the room.

"Do you have something against my lamp?" she snickered.

"Other than the fact that it is made from some kind of horn, no, but it definitely is strange."

"It is a baritone and I used to play that one before I had it retired." She laughed, "Nice conversation piece isn't it?"

"A woman of many talents are you?" he asked around a mouth full of chips.

"Yep. A former band bitch, as in marching and concert band. I had an offer from the Navy to play for them since they found out that I can play 16 different horns I was heavily courted but my photography paid for my initial college disaster. I majored in frat boys with a minor in football players. Left and went to the academy and put my life on the line for 10 years until my own stupidity took me out." She told him.

"I saw the scar on your knee. What happened?" he asked as he traced the scar lightly.

"I was diving in a local lake for fun and got tangled in a rope. What I didn't know was that the rope was an anchor of a boat that had a drunken pilot. Before I could get free the rope had broken my femur and torn part of my leg down to the muscle. I was lucky I had a lot of friends that were medics and docs; they made sure I was well cared for. I don't even think of it anymore. Does it bother you?"

"I think it is kinda sexy really. A battle scar of sorts. Some prissy women are scared to show a scar and feel deformed but you seem to be proud of it."

"Shows that I have lived a real life. Diving, rafting, playing football, being a cop, I've lived and seen more than 10 regular people, I think that I deserve to be proud. I served my fellow man and now I am enjoying my life." She said as she chugged the last of her drink.

He began to unlace the corset, "Care to live a little more?"

"Always."

He pulled the loosened corset over her head, freeing her large breasts. He began to kiss and nibble on them as he worked her skirt off. She had taken the boots off before staggering into the kitchen so now she lay before him gloriously naked as he. His cock began to stir. The fight for control began again rolling them over her lake size bed. Her fight turned into an orgasm when he used that wonderful mouth on her. Her orgasms were like an ocean during a hurricane as wave after wave crashed. He finally couldn't take anymore when he flipped her onto her stomach and took her from behind. He entered her slowly, inch by inch until she had taken all of him.

"Just enjoy." He told her.

He began long slow strokes almost pulling all the way out, then pushing into her as deep as possible. As he fucked her deeply he began to take his thumb and rub circles around her tight asshole. He felt her pussy muscles contract as she began to cum again and at the peak of her orgasm he inserted his thumb into her ass. This glorious feeling made her scream as her orgasm intensified 10 fold. He began stroking his cock in and out of her faster and finger fucking her ass faster as he felt the cum climb out of his balls. As he erupted into her spasming cunt all he could hear was her screaming his name over and over.

As they lay in each others arms they knew they were sunk. They had found the sexual match, now if only they are matched well out of the bed too.

To Be Continued... 



Night Sweat



i couldn’t sleep, it was just too warm, i had long ago kicked off the sheer sheet that covered my naked body. The window was opened, but it gave no solace to the hot sticky air, there was no wind on the smoldering summer night. i lay on my back staring up at the ceiling. In the still of the night, i can hear You breathe, as You slumber beside me. Turning on my side, i watch You sleep for a long while. Gazing at the rise and fall of Your chest as You breath comes in a regular rhythm. Turning my blue eyes up to Your face and watching Your eyes twitch beneath closed lids as You dream. Letting my eyes follow the line of Your body, under the thin fabric of the sheet, noting how it clings to Your moistened body. Feeling myself become aroused by the sight of You lying there, sleeping, helpless beside me. A slight grin crosses my lips as i ponder whether to take advantage of this situation. 

Moving slowly on the bed, i push the sheet that covers You. Uncovering Your strong muscular body. Letting my fingers feather upon Your flesh softly, my eyes gaze upon Your face watching for any hint that You are waking. Following the line of Your chest with my fingers leaving slight glistening trails in the thin layer of sweat covering You tanned skin. Continuing my way down in search of what i seek, my eyes riveted on You. Finally, finding what i search for and gently wrapping my fingers upon it. i begin a slow controlled stroke, slowly, sliding, my hand up and down, coaxing Your member up. i feel You stir in Your sleep, a soft moan parting Your lips unconsciously. The sound of pleasure only ebbing me on, my grip upon You tightens slightly as my strokes gradually picking up speed, feeling You grow and tense in my nimble fingers.

Changing my position on the bed, i lean over and bring my lips to Your length, flicking my tongue over the tip, teasing the opening, i hear a groan emanate from deep within You as i wrap my lips around Your hardening staff, letting my tongue roll over and over making it slick and wet. Letting my tongue make it’s way all along the sensitive underside of Your cock, feeling You shift on the bed, letting me know that You have awoken. my eyes cast their light gaze upward to greet Yours, a slight grin on my lips as i suckle the spot where Your shaft meet Your balls, my hand reaching up and massaging Your balls gently. Your breath becoming harsh pants as my fingers continue to stimulate Your length, my tongue teasing and caressing Your balls. Licking my way back up Your staff and taking You deep into my mouth suckling gently, lapping up Your precum as it dribbles out. Your breath, quick and shallow, turning into loud moans as i swallow Your hard shaft deep into my throat. my fingers following the movement as they clench around You. Pulling my lips away from You, i hear Your groan of protest as i move. my eyes locking with Yours as i change my position again, i swing my leg across Your hips and straddle You. Finding Your hardness with my fingers i gently guide it to my tight, moist, hot, hole and let myself slide all the way down upon it. Both our voices rise in a low moan as i begin to move up and down slowly upon You. Your hands reach up and cup my breasts as i thrust myself on You, feeling you deep within my hot folds. my breath quickening as i continue to thrash upon You, clenching and releasing my muscles around Your throbbing member, my fingers slipping down to tease my swollen clit as i bounce upon You gradually picking up speed. Watching Your eyes roll back, and Your tongue lap at Your lips as i continue to move.

Suddenly You tense within me and release and i feel Your warm seed pulse deep inside me as my own muscles begin to spasm, clenching and releasing without my control around Your softening cock. Letting out a cry of pleasure as i hit my climax, coaxed on by Your own. Collapsing over You, my breath hot against Your flesh, i feel Your strong arms wrap around me as i close my eyes sleepily.

As we shift on the bed and i find myself lying on my side with You at my back. Your hand gently stroking my hair as i finally begin to feel sleep claim me, i hear You whisper softly in my ear.

- lil?

- Yes Sire,

i whisper back sleepily

- you realize that you will have to be disciplined for this

- Yes Sire, i know

- But not now, sleep now lil one, we’ll deal with this in the morning.

[The end]

lil girl lost



Night Swim



My wife and I were still fairly newly married, just a few months past our second anniversary, and we were spending a warm August weekend at her parent's house along with her younger brother and sister. After a late dinner, all six of us went outside for a swim in the pool. It was just getting dark on a moonless night and the cool water felt refreshing after the heat of the day. 

After about two hours of swimming, everyone else drifted back into the house. First her parents followed in about half an hour by her brother and sister. We were alone in the pool in the dark. My father was a frugal man and had the pool lights and yard lights on timers that clicked off not long after the younger ones went in. This left only the light shining out through the house windows to light our swim. 

I was feeling frisky and swam over to my young wife, admiring what I could see of her figure through the water and in the darkness. She is short in stature, about 5-foot-3, and in those days she was only a couple of pounds overweight. But the extra weight was in all the right places. She was wearing her red, flowery bikini over her well-shaped C-cup breasts and cute, round bottom. She thinks her behind is too big, but I think it's the cutest one that I've ever seen. 

I brushed up against her back and lightly kissed the back of her neck before swimming away. Normally she was rather timid about showing affection, especially in situations where we might be seen. So I was somewhat surprised when she didn't pull away or complain. I swam back and brushed against her again, pausing to nibble at her earlobe. She twisted around and kissed me back before slipping away, this time she was the one to swim off. We began a teasing game, each brushing various parts against each other, along with a kiss or nibble, before swimming away to start the cycle again. 

After several rounds of brushing arm against back, or leg against tummy, I caught her against me and didn't swim away. I was ready for more and I'm certain that she could feel my hardness through our swimsuits. Our mouths met and our tongues intertwined, probing towards each other. I slid my hand down her back and into her bikini bottoms, cupping one of her round cheeks. She pressed harder against me, one hand in my hair, the other rubbing against the top of my ass crack. I didn't bother with her breasts just now. I knew her bikini top was too substantial to get a good feel of her nipples, and it was too tight to get my hand into. 

We moved over to the edge of the pool and wedged ourselves against the side to keep from sinking. I don't know how long we were at it, but no one came out of the house to check on us. Finally I couldn't stand it any longer. I pulled my mouth away from hers and whispered about my need for her. At first, she was reluctant to go any farther with her parents so close. I moved my hand from her bottom around to the front of her bikini and massaged her inner lips. That had the desired effect. She soon wanted me, too and showed it by reaching into my swimsuit. I pulled off her bottoms and my own swimsuit as quickly as I could. Without any cloth between us, we were free to satisfy our needs. I rubbed her clit until she was very ready, but it was impossible to tell how wet she was with all that water around. I would have loved to lick her clit, but I knew I wouldn't be able to hold my breath for long enough. 

After a moment or two, she spread her legs, guiding me inside her. The feel of the warm water gave a different sensation to our lovemaking, an extra pressure or suction or something. I can't really describe it. The resistance of the water also slowed down my thrusts, so I moved my hips ever so slowly. I could tell by the look on her face that she was enjoying these new sensations, too. 

Suddenly a light came on in one of the windows facing the yard. I stopped moving, keeping myself deep inside her and we both held our breaths in case her parents happened to look out the window. Nothing happened and I started moving again, even quieter than before. I was trying to get even deeper, but unable to because of the lack of any solid footing in the pool. It was as if we were weightless. She must have wanted me deeper, too. She wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me in. What a wonderful feeling. With a moan, I kissed her again, our tongues caressing each other just as she came. I felt her body stiffen and she squeezed her legs even tighter, pulling me just a fraction of an inch deeper. That was enough to get me off and I found the sensation of cumming into a water-filled pussy very enjoyable. 

When our orgasms subsided, we stayed motionless in the pool for a while, still connected and floating weightless in the dark. Both of us reluctant to end our nighttime swim.



Night Swim



"Would you and John like to go to the reservoir for a swim?"

Now, there's several things to know about that question. The questioner, Deana (Deen-a, not Dee-ann-a), had been dating my fraternity brother John. She was seriously cute. The reservoir is where you went for illicit nude swimming. And it was after dark.

"Let me see if John is up for it."

I put down the phone and went looking for John. I found him in his room puttering around with rock samples for the Geology course he was taking over the summer. He was uncharacteristically abrupt with the invitation: "No, I don't feel like it." He frowned at the specimen he was holding under an illuminated magnifier, comparing it to descriptions of schist in his textbook.

"You sure? Everything OK with you and Deana?"

John stood up and strode towards the door. I backed out of the way, thinking he wanted to cut out the middleman in the invitation. The door shut in my face with the solid thunk of the lock ending the conversation.

I returned to the phone. "I'm sorry, Deana, John doesn't seem to want to go."

"Well, my friend Kat and I still want to go. It's so hot we can't sleep, and we can cool down for at least a little while. We want at least one guy to go with us, since it's so dark there."

"Well, OK."

"We'll come by and pick you up in about ten minutes."

I grabbed a towel and went to sit on the front steps. It was hot indeed. Ten pm and the mercury had only grudgingly left triple digit territory. It had seeped through the old cool stones of the fraternity house over the last four days, until there was no longer any refuge inside. The only way to sleep was in the dorm room on the third floor with all the balcony doors open in invitation to the grace of any breeze that might briefly stir.

The stridence of crickets was the only sound for a while, gradually overridden by a lonely Beetle getting louder as it approached. It turned up the driveway and chugged "I think I cans" all the way up the hill. It stopped in front of me, and Deana popped out of the passenger side.

"Hi, Ben. Can you ride in back? Kat needs me to give her directions."

I peered inside. "You call that a seat?" Deana gave me a shove and I folded myself down into the space. I felt like I had a few new folds.

"Are you OK back there?" I could only see Kat's profile by the dashboard light, but what I saw looked nice.

"I'm fine. I always sit like a bat with my knees tucked around my ears. I'm Ben."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Kat." She couldn't bend her right arm around to shake hands, so she insinuated her left between the seats and we touched fingertips briefly.

"I didn't mean to pick on your car."

"I know it's small, and you're very tall. Over six feet?"

"Six two. And a half. Just call me beanpole."

"You live here? I've always thought this house was so beautiful every time I drove by."

"Yeah, I've been a member for two years."

"You don't look like a Frat boy to me."

"There's fifty houses on the Hill. Only a few of them are party houses. Some are geek houses, this one's pretty much middle of the road. We're just normal guys that you'd find anywhere on campus, but we also own the house, serve the meals, hire the cook, pay the taxes, all that stuff. It's a good experience."

"OK, I'm impressed."

"I told you you'd like him, Kat," put in Deana from the other seat.

What was that supposed to mean? Was she trying to set us up? Had she wanted someone to keep me company while she flirted with John? What was the plan now?

We had been driving as we talked, crossing the bridges across the deep gorges that bounded the campus. A short distance down a county road, we pulled off where the shoulder widened near a locked gate. Passing the old "No Trespassing" signs on the dark trail was just part of the thrill. Once in a while they would chase the kids away, but no one ever got in trouble for going here.

I had never been here after dark. The path was wide, and the waxing moon that flew silently above the treetops cast enough light on the trail to see, though it was dark and eerie under the trees on both sides. Crickets sang in the bushes, and an owl hooted somewhere off in the darkness. The girls crowded close to me on either side. I put an arm around their waists and they leaned in gratefully. I in turn sent grateful thoughts to the distant owl.

We came to the reservoir. There was a wide grassy bank leading down to the water, which glinted silver in the moonlight. There was no one else here, and the water was as still as a mirror in the muggy night air.

We dropped our towels on the grass and looked at each other uncertainly. Not everyone swam nude at the reservoir; it was just an option. I was wearing cutoffs and a T shirt, so I could go either way. The girls were wearing tank tops and shorts; I couldn't tell in the moonlight if they had suits underneath. We stood around fingering our clothes and giving each other "I'll do whatever you do" looks.

Deana broke the spell. She peeled her tank top over her head in one swift motion and dropped it on her towel. She swept her head back to shake the hair out of her eyes, setting her breasts bouncing free. She bent to slip her shorts off, gave me a smile, and dashed off for the water. I was left gaping at the images burned into my retinas of those perfect curves. "Y equals alpha times cosh of X over alpha," I muttered. A catenary curve, the natural curve of gravity on an unsupported line. Beautiful. But you can see why I didn't get many dates.

Kat was a little more reticent. She also peeled off her top and shorts, and walked forward to the water with a dancer's deliberate steps. I saw only her strong, slim back as she launched horizontally into the water.

I stood indecisive for a few more minutes. I felt gawky next to their grace, scruffy next to their composure. But I didn't want to embarrass them by remaining clothed while they were nude. I also didn't want to embarrass myself by having an inappropriate reaction. "Come on in, Ben!" their voices floated across the water. I pulled off my shirt, hesitated another moment, then stepped out of my shorts.

I waded out into the water, feeling the warmth of the sun lingering in the shallows, the cooler tendrils drifting in from deeper waters. Parts of me that were normally contained dangled in the night air. I waded in up to my thighs, then spooked when I stepped suddenly off a ledge into deep water. I dunked momentarily under water, then came to the surface choking on the breath I had gulped. The girls were further out, doing a strong crawl out then back again. I treaded water while they splashed back and forth, beautiful mermaids beckoning to the shipwrecked sailor.

I was enjoying watching the muscles play across Kat's shoulders as she stroked through the water when I realized that I couldn't see Deana anywhere. I searched the water anxiously, telling myself that she couldn't be in trouble and fearing that I would be too inept to rescue her if she was. Suddenly I felt a hand on my leg that pulled me under the water. I kicked back to the surface spluttering and choking to find Deana hanging onto me.

"I remember reading Homer," I choked. "Mermaids are deadly creatures. They drag you down to your death in their icy waters."

"You're silly. You just got water up your nose. Besides, this water is as warm as a bath."

She tugged me over to a depth where I could touch bottom but she could not. She wrapped her arms around me from my right side, and scissored her legs around my thigh. I felt soft breasts and stiff nipples pressed against my ribs, and an unfamiliar triangle of down against my thigh. This is John's girl, I reminded myself, and tried to maintain my unexcited state.

"I think I'll wait on the beach for you two. I'm not a very strong swimmer."

"Ok, I just want to do another few laps."

My mermaid swam off, graceful. I splashed noisily ashore, graceless. Girls seemed like beings from another plane, beyond my understanding. On dates I invariably ended up saying something nerdy; I had yet to have one end with more than a quick peck on the cheek at the door. Now I had finally held a naked girl, and I was sure they only wanted me there so they weren't swimming alone. They couldn't believe I would be very much protection if someone else came along, but what else could they want with me?

I sat cross-legged on my towel, glad for what little cooling I could get in the humid air. Fireflies sang their silent green song of passion under the trees. Fireflies had uncomplicated lives; they wanted a mate, they flashed their lights. No deep questions about what she wanted from you and what would her boyfriend think.

Kat was doing a strong breaststroke back towards shore. Deana flipped over and started a backstroke, her breasts leaving twin wakes through the water as she came. I twitched and started to harden, and pulled my towel across my lap. I looked up at the moon sailing through the sky and tried to remember as many crater names as I could: Tycho, Copernicus, Clavius ...

I heard footsteps approaching and looked down to see the girls coming back from the water. The moon was behind them, leaving them in partial silhouette, but I could see enough. Deana had full hips and breasts with a slender waist. They were breasts that didn't need a bra, but did have a slight sag that suggested a soft weight to them. Kat had narrower hips and longer legs, and high-set subtle curves adorned by enormous nipples. I couldn't honestly tell you which one I found lovelier.

I figured it was time to go, so I stood and started to pick up my shorts, turning away from them. I felt a pair of hands rest on my hips, and Deana pressed herself against my back. "Don't you like what you see, Ben?"

Oh, I did. I couldn't see what they saw in me though. And there was one consideration that weighed heavily on my mind. You didn't poach a brother's girl. "What about you and John?"

"Is that what's bothering you? It wasn't working out and he wasn't returning my calls. I told him if he didn't respond the next time I called, I would take that as his answer. So where is he tonight?"

"Cataloging his rocks."

"There's your answer." Her hands moved forward and down, tangling through curly hair, touching where no one else had before. I was stiff in an instant. It felt so different from when I touched myself. Her fingertips were gentle, exploratory; they traced the ridges and the veins, and explored the sensitive tip. "Ben, what have you been hiding from us?"

Kat stepped around in front of me, and draped her arms around my neck. "Is there enough for both of us?" she asked.

"It certainly seems like there is. See for yourself, but you have to share."

Kat pressed close, reaching around to hug Deana to my back, sandwiching me in between. I felt my hardness trapped against her belly, her firm nipples against my chest and Deana's soft breasts against my back. I was trembling in the disbelief that this was happening to me. Kat kissed me softly, then deeply, then her lips parted and the tip of her tongue thrilled against mine. I had heard the guys talk about tongue kissing and always thought it sounded messy. Now that I felt that warm, wet, intimate touch I had a glimpse of how much I had to learn.

"My turn." Deana turned me towards her and showed me how different two kisses can be. Kat's was firm, controlled, pointed, exciting. Deana's was soft, round, sliding, penetrating. They were both wonderful. 

Kat meanwhile trailed kisses down my neck, down my chest, across my stomach. She took me into her mouth and made my knees buckle. A wonderful spring wound tighter and tighter within my balls, but Kat took gentle hold of them and pulled them downwards, and the feeling diffused before I exploded.

Now Deana dropped down as well and took turns with Kat in kissing my shaft. They both arrived at the tip at the same time, and ended up kissing each other with me in the middle. Their eyes widened in surprise, then two tongues crossed and parried with my shaft as a hostage between them. They fell back, and I could see the unspoken words in the moonlit air: "I didn't know ...", "I didn't either ..."

They pushed me down on the towels. Kat straddled my face and lowered her pussy towards my mouth. I breathed in her scent, strong and unfamiliar to me. I parted the trim, almost feline, fur and tried to see in the moon shadows what I was expected to do here. "I haven't done this before, Kat. Tell me what's good for you."

"You haven't done oral on a girl before?"

I hesitated. It didn't feel manly to admit my lack of experience, but I didn't want to disappoint them. "Actually ... all of this is new to me."

Kat turned to Deana. "It's his first time! We get to teach intercourse 101 tonight!"

Deana leaned close and stroked my cheeks. "That's really special, Ben. I'm glad we get to be your TAs."

She urged Kat to raise up a few inches so I could see her pussy. Deana gently parted Kat's folds and gave me the introductory lesson. "These are her labia and this is her clitoris. Kiss her and lick her from here to here." Her finger traced a path and Kat sighed. "Go gentle on the clitoris until you get her excited. This is her vagina, you can tongue her there as much as you like." Her finger slipped inside in demonstration, and Kat squeaked, "Deana!"

Kat lowered herself over my mouth again and I had my first taste of woman. It was musky, fresh, and heady. Most of the guys didn't like going down on their girls, though some bragged incessantly about it. At this point I felt I was going to dedicate my life to it.

"Oh Ben, that feels so good! Just keep it up. Yes, just like that. Oh, Oh ... you're so good." Deana swung astride me behind Kat. She reached around and started playing with her nipples. Kat ground her pussy into my face, which I took as the signal to get more aggressive. I formed my lips around her clitoris and started sucking on it. That was apparently the right thing to do, since she clamped my head between her thighs and started screaming. 

I hung on and kept working with my tongue and lips as she bucked above me. I started worrying about dislocating my jaw if she bounced too hard in her excitement. Fortunately, Deana held her tightly and kept her in place for me. Eventually she pulled up from me, gasping, "enough, enough." She slumped in Deana's arms, breath shuddering through her slight frame.

"What happens if I'm alone with one of you and there's no one to protect me?" I inquired, adjusting my jaw to see if it still worked. Kat started laughing and fell down beside me, hugging me tight. "Oh, man, Ben. You'll have to take some self-defense lessons. You're just a natural at this."

Deana scooted back until she was positioned over my penis. She rubbed the tip against her pussy lips; I felt the lubrication begin to ease the way into her passage. How was I going to fit inside? She didn't seem wide enough to take me in. As she eased over the tip, I felt her stretching, holding me tightly but still letting me slide in. Slowly she sheathed me, accommodating my girth and length. We were joined, fitting perfectly. The sensation of sliding into her felt so right. My own hand would never feel that way; these parts were made to fit each other. Did I mention my tendency to nerdy thoughts at inappropriate moments? 

Do you remember your first time? I wanted to fix every detail in my mind, to keep my first time fresh forever. I felt the walls of her passage sliding back and forth over me. They were more textured than I had expected, and the feeling more intense. The sweet catenary curves of her breasts bobbed in time with her motions. I put my palms against her nipples and felt them rise and fall as she rocked. She sighed, and leaned forward to offer them to my mouth.

I suckled on first one breast, then the other. They were soft and warm; the nipples were stiff and urgent. This slowed her rocking, so I placed my hands on her hips and thrust into her from beneath. I liked this because I could control the pace and slow or pause if I got too close to the brink. I wanted this to last until I could feel her come while I was inside her. 

Kat had been lying beside me this whole time. She now leaned in to kiss us, first me then Deana. We tried to do a three-way at the same time, but the angles were too challenging. She crawled around behind Deana, and then I felt her tongue. She started licking at my balls and traveled up my shaft to where I disappeared inside Deana. From the wide-eyed astonishment on Deana's face this was as surprising and incredible a feeling for her as it was for me. 

Kat urged Deana to get up, and we parted with a wet plop. She positioned Deana facing backwards, and took my penis in her hands. She took it in her mouth and sucked it a few times, then positioned it at Deana's opening again. As she eased her down my shaft, she planted a lingering kiss on Dean's clitoris. After I was fully inside, she alternately took my balls in her mouth and licked Deana's clitoris. Deana reclined in my arms where I could reach around and play with her breasts, while Kat made love to our joining.

Soon I felt Deana trembling in my arms and making more and more urgent mewling noises. She grasped my forearms tightly and went rigid. She held that pose for a full minute, and then ... "Oh ... my ... god!" She started thrashing in my arms. I held her tightly so that I didn't slip free. Her vagina clamped tightly on my penis, something I wasn't yet schooled in. That pushed me to the edge, and with a few quick thrusts I buried it to the hilt in her, pumping three, four times, then just holding it until we both stopped shaking.

We subsided into a puddle on the ground, with Kat joining us for a group hug. "Thank you for a really memorable first time," I said.

"It was a first time for us, too," said Deana.

"How do you mean?"

"That was my first time with another girl, and my first time with three people. I didn't think I would enjoy that sort of thing, but it just happened." Kat nodded her agreement.

"Will it happen again?"

"We'll have to see."

Kat arose, being the one on top. "I think it undid all the coolness we got from the swim." She was right, we were as hot and sticky as ever. "Let's go rinse off again."

Deana and I were still joined, and I felt a little sadness as I slipped out of her as she stood. That truly marked the end of my first time. We walked hand in hand back down to the shore. 

The water was cool and clean after our sweaty exertion. We stayed close this time, and rinsed each other off with long kisses and longer touches than were strictly necessary. I cupped both of their asses as they stood in the water and pulled them close, and their hands collided trying to reach my penis. I was hard again, and they giggled. "Ben wants extra credit." "I think he wants to make a good impression on the TAs."

Kat jumped up, weightless in the water, and wrapped arms and legs around me. She squirmed around until she located my penis with her pussy, and sank down on it. The penetration was more difficult because the water had rinsed away some of her lubrication, but after a few strokes we managed it and could move easily. "Oh, Deana, you didn't tell me he was that long. He hits bottom!"

I didn't know if it was the position or a difference in size. I guessed if legs and breasts and penises could be different sizes, then so could vaginas. Kat felt different from Deana, skinnier, tighter, more textured. Since this position was a little uncomfortable for both us, I reclined her in the water until she was floating. Deana moved around to support her head against her breasts. In this position, with her legs locked around my waist, Kat could move back and forth in the water gently stimulating us both. After a few minutes of this motion she suddenly clamped her legs and quivered in the water. In this position and this soon, I knew I couldn't come again without a lot more pounding. I felt happy that I'd give them both orgasms, so I slipped out and let the cool water soothe me back to softness. 




Night Swim



We gathered our clothes and headed back up the trail in the deepening shadows. The moon was heading down into the trees; the fireflies redoubled their efforts as their competition departed. We packed ourselves into the old Beetle and started back. Deana's hand twisted around the back of the seat to hold mine.

The girls left me at the steps of my house, where the adventure started. I sat and listened to the Beetle's metallic song dwindle in the night, to leave the crickets once more in charge of the night music. I had had my first time, when I least expected it, and in a way that would probably be the envy of the other guys, if I ever talked about it. I didn't think I would.

Even now, as the limb of the moon sinks finally over the western hills and the last shimmer on the lake below winks out, it seems almost a midsummer night's dream; a puckish prank on a nerdy dreamer. Did it really happen, or have I been dreaming on the porch?

Perhaps it did.



Night Swimming



During college, I used to spend my summers working at a camp in the mountains of Eastern Tennessee. I enjoyed being out in nature and teaching the kids archery. They didn't pay us much, but the bonus of working at the summer camp was that there were a lot of attractive female counselors that would be there every summer. We worked hard all day, and at night after the kids went to bed, the counselors would hang out down at a campsite halfway around the lake. We would build campfires, get high, and chat until late at night. Sometimes, a few of the more daring counselors would go skinny dipping. One particular event involving two female counselors that I had known for several years stands out as my greatest memory from my days working at the summer camp. 

It was a warm July night when a group of counselors were hanging out and watching a movie in the counselor's lodge after the bugle for lights out had blown and our campers had all gone to sleep. Two counselors, Amy and Jennifer, and I agreed that the movie wasn't particularly good, so we slipped out and walked down to the lake to smoke a joint. After passing it around, the three of us decided that we would go skinny dipping. Amy had joined me several times for night swims, but Jennifer never had and took some convincing to disrobe and join us in the cool mountain lake. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and then quickly and confidently slipped out of my shorts and boxers, standing naked by the lake in front of the two girls. The cool night breeze felt good as it gently blew over my cock, which was easily visible under the light of the full moon. "Hehehe, that's a good looking dick," Amy teased as she pulled her shirt off. She quickly unhooked her bra a slid it off, exposing her massive milky white tits and hardening nipples. I stared in awe as Amy bent down to remove her panties. I took in the sight of her incredible body under the bright moonlight. Amy was younger than me, probably 18 or 19 years old. She had a curvaceous figure, with DD size tits that hung halfway down her torso. Amy's ass was firm but not small. I thought of it as sort of a Jennifer Lopez-esque "ghetto booty." Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and it was thinned out enough so that her meaty cunt lips were barely visible in the moonlight. She proudly displayed her naked body for us, arching her back and grinning as she turned her eyes down toward my cock. "Alright Jen, your turn to get naked, let's see it."

"I dunno, um, can I leave my panties on?" Jennifer shyly asked.

"Nope," I replied. "Look at us. We're both completely bareassed. If you're going swimming with us, then you have to get completely naked too." 

"Alright then," Jennifer shrugged as she slowly slid her t-shirt off. She then unbuttoned her shorts and stepped out of them. She breathed deeply and removed her bra. Her perky B cups stood out and the brown nipples grew increasingly harder as the cool air blew over them. She then slid her panties off, exposing her almost completely shaven pussy with only a thin strip of hair left above it. I looked at the two naked girls and concentrated hard so that my cock wouldn't quickly turn into a massive hard on. I could feel the familiar tingling in my balls, so to avoid embarrassment I turned and ran toward the water. The girls followed, and we splashed around in the shallow water near the shore. 

After swimming out to the middle of the lake and back, we waded around in knee high water and enjoyed each other's nakedness. The sight of Amy's massive jiggling tits and Jennifer's smooth pussy nearly brought on a huge boner several times, so I would quickly move a few feet further away from shore so that the cold water would make the impending erection subside. The girls noticed this, and with their eyes fixed on my cock they whispered to each other and giggled. Amy said, "Hey, I thought dicks were supposed to shrink in the cold water!" I laughed, but I knew that it was the sight of their tits and pussies that was keeping my cock from shrinking. The girls continued to giggle and whisper.

Just then, Amy said, "Hey, we have an idea. Will you get hard for us?" They both giggled as my jaw dropped. Here were two extremely attractive naked 18 year olds, and they wanted to see my cock get hard. 

"Um, er, uhh, uhh, yeah, um, I guess so," I stupidly mumbled. Visions of the two girls taking turns riding my cock flashed through my head as we walked out of the water and moved toward a bench on the shore. 

"No," Jennifer said as I sat down, "we want you to stand in front of us." I complied, and turned around to face the two grinning girls as they sat down on the bench. 

"Ok, let's see it!" they cried in unison. I stood there in front of them with my cock at half mast, looking at their naked bodies and focusing on building up the biggest hard on I'd ever had for their viewing enjoyment.

"This is taking too long, it must be the cold. Do you want me to help?" Amy said as she reached up and took my hardening cock in her hand. She slowly teased it with her fingernails, gently running them around the head and up and down the shaft. I reached down and took one of her huge tits in my hand and massaged it, pinching her hard nipples. She then took my entire shaft in her hand, pumped it a few times, and then cupped my balls. Jennifer looked on in amazement, as I later found out she had never seen a hard cock in real life. By this point, I had the biggest boner I had ever had. 

"Ha, there, that's better," Amy said removing her hand from my dick. "Whatta ya think Jen?" 

"Mmm, I like it, it's so big and hard! And the head—it's like a big mushroom! It's all swollen and red!" Jennifer continued to stare as I looked down with pride at my 7 ½ inch cock, and bounced it up and down, prompting more giggles. She then reached out and gently took my hard on in her hand and started stroking it. Amy then reached up and played with my balls. I took one of each girl's tits in each hand and massaged them, pinching the nipples and rolling them in between my fingers. They were both entranced by the sight of my still-hardening dick, and neither seemed to notice. 

"Look, it's still getting bigger," Jennifer giggled as they took turns stroking my shaft and playing with my balls. I was in ecstasy. 

"Why don't you have a seat in between us?" Amy suggested, and I sat down on the bench. They continued to rub my cock, and a little dab of precum formed on the tip. 

This surprised the inexperienced Jennifer, and she asked, "Are you already cumming? I thought a lot more came out." I explained to her that a little bit of cum oozes out when a guy starts getting really turned on. By this point, they began to really pump my dick were both getting very into it.

"I want to see you shoot a big load of cum!" cried Amy. Jennifer agreed. They jerked me off faster and harder, and I moved my hands from their tits down in between their legs. They both sighed softly as I started to gently finger their snatches. They were both already very wet, and I vigorously rubbed their clits and inserted several fingers deep into their pussies.

Just then, Amy leaned over and started licking the tip of my cock. Jennifer sat back and moaned as I fingered her and she watched Amy slowly take my entire dick into her mouth. She began to suck me like a pro, playing with my balls, licking my cock up and down, and taking nearly it's entire length deep into her throat. She would then trace around the underside of the head and up to this piss-hole with the tip of her tongue. After a few minutes of a spectacular blowjob, Amy leaned back and allowed Jennifer to give it a try. It was Jennifer's first blowjob, but she seemed like a seasoned veteran. Although she couldn't get as much of my cock into her mouth as Amy, she sucked vigorously.

By this time, all three of us were close to cumming, and the girls were moaning louder and louder as I fingered their dripping pussies. Watching her best friend suck my cock put Amy over the top, and she shrieked in ecstasy as her orgasm rocked her body and the juices flowed from her pussy down my hand. Just then, Jennifer began to cum, and she leaned back and cried out as her pussy muscles spasmed and clenched around my fingers. 

Catching her breath, Amy continued pumping my dick and said, "Ooooh, that was good, now I want to see that big hard cock of yours shoot cum all over my tits!"

She got down on her knees in front of the bench and Jennifer began jerking me hard and saying, "C'mon, I want you to cum, I wanna see your dick shoot a big load!" I felt my orgasm building as my balls clenched and my legs began to tremble. I threw my head back and cried out as Jennifer pumped me harder and harder.

"Ahhhhh shiiiiiit!" I yelled as my cock spasmed repeatedly, shooting arc after arc of thick cum all over Amy's huge tits. The first shot was so powerful that it hit her in the chin before dripping down in between her boobs. She grinned as Jennifer continued to jerk my softening cock, the remaining cum oozing out onto her hand. 

"Holy shit!" Jennifer exclaimed. "I didn't know one of those could shoot that much cum! That was so cool!" 

It was about 3 AM by this point, so we got dressed and headed back to our cabins. "See you at breakfast!" the girls called out as they headed off through the woods to the girls' side of camp. As I watched them walking away giggling, I just shook my head and thought to myself how unbelievable that whole event had been. To this day, I still think about that night when I jerk off, and it always makes me cum hard. But no cumshot will ever be as large as the one that night.



Night Swimming



Stopping just before the lobby lighting of Smith cast against the sidewalk, Sarah faked a yawn, and used it as an excuse to rest against the brick fence of Smith. Julia put her feet down, and began to lick Sarah's breast harder than before, fingering with all her might, and now using her other hand to stroke around Sarah's asshole. Sarah could feel the orgasm building inside her, still easily five minutes away at this rate, but accelerating.

"Julia, we have to get past security. Please, give me one minute."

Julia's voice came softly from under the robe. "Then you'll stop complaining?"

"Then I'll stop," Sarah promised.

With a smile invisible out of the robe, the response came "Agreed."

Julia again clamped her legs around Sarah's waist, and put her other arm back on Sarah's shoulder. The swimmer then strode to the doors of Smith, at almost exactly the time she'd be arriving if she'd taken one of her nice, long showers, then come home. She swiped her ID--which she thankfully remembered to put next to the dildo in the robe's pocket, and opened the door.

The security guard didn't even look up from his newspaper. "Hello, Sarah. Did you enjoy your Night Swimming?" Stan the Guard said, pulling the same tired reference to the New Wave era song that he always had, every night Sarah had swum.

"As always, Stan," she said, and walked towards the elevator. 

Stan turned to her, just as she reached it, and said "Returning Andy's robe, I see."

"Yeah," she responded, repressing a giggle, and pressing the elevator button.

A few moments later, the doors opened, Sarah walked in, pressed '8', and watched the door close. Almost as they shut, she heard a voice say "Minute's up!" and heard two feet hit the floor.

"Julia, there could be a camera on this elevator!" Sarah protested.

"They'd see me under the robe whether or not I did this," Julia responded, and with that, removed the vibrator from her slit, turned it on, and shoved it completely up and in to Sarah. She then latched herself back on, and put one arm on Sarah's shoulder. The other, she kept down, her hand covered Sarah's vagina, preventing the vibrator from slipping. "Motivation for you to get me fucked faster," she giggled.

"Sarah bit her lip, as the floors ticked by with agonizing, orgasmic slowness. She felt the shaking in the vibrator as '6' flashed, and she felt the shaking in herself as '8' dinged, and the doors opened. Sarah hugged Julia as tightly as she could for balance, and sprinted down the hall to room 839. She knocked on the door three times as she felt her pussy begin to contract. She waited what felt like an hour, but was probably five seconds, then knocked again, louder. This time, on the second of the three knocks, the door opened. There was Andy, his computer on, with his paper for his summer session class for Number Theory on screen, him wearing nothing but his boxers, enjoying the perks of having a single room. Sarah rushed in, nearly knocking him down, and slammed the door behind her. She flung off the robe, and before Andy's eyes could even register what they saw, she ripped his boxers off. Julia, the moment she was exposed let go of Sarah's vulva, and the Sarah removed the vibrator in an instant.

Julia stood up, but in a horny whirlwind, on the verge of an orgasm she didn't want to lose, Sarah lifted Julia up, pulled her to the window, and pressed her hard against the glass. She then sat down, her back against the wall, and pressed Julia's throbbing pussy against her face. As she voraciously attacked the dripping mass, she called out as loudly as she dared, "Fuck her hard, Andy. Make her scream and we're yours for a week."

Andy, not one to pass up a good offer, and always one to think on his feet, rushed towards the both of them. He was wiry, and agile, and, like most wiry, agile men Sarah had nailed, was unusually well endowed, despite his unassuming size. He rammed eight inches of flesh up Julia's tight slit as quickly as a bullet, and as it passed, Sarah stuck out her tongue, licking it while she sucked hard on Julia's long clit, which she deep throated simultaneously.

Andy thrust himself up into Julia, again and again, filling her small vagina with his girth. She, who had never before had a man, felt abruptly a penis within her, and a mouth around her. Her breasts rubbed against the window, nipples pressed like pancakes, for anyone in the building across the way to see. She later learned that was the World Bank--in later years she would masturbate to the fantasy that a wealthy financier saw her that night, and tracked her down in his lust. She felt Andy smash up into her over and over, his penis striking long strokes against her spot, while her clit felt the total ecstasy of Sarah's mouth. Sarah, meanwhile, began to fuck herself with the vibrator, keeping herself on the edge of cumming. She could feel Julia shake every time Andy thrust into her, and it was that thrusting that she wanted to send her over the edge, not some mere plastic shunt.

Sarah pinched down with her lips on Julia's clit harder, as she saw Julia's thigh muscles tighten, a sure sign that she was moments away from collapse. Andy kept thrusting his length up into her, rhythmically, thrusting her into the window. Through her shock and pleasure, Julia, struggling, squeaked out "Won't... oh... the windoooooh...," she started, Sarah interrupting ever word by moving the vibrator, now out of her slit, into the base of Julia's clitoris. "Break?"

Andy's mouth quirked, though neither woman was in position to see it. He slid his arms under Julia's armpits, reached up, and grabbed the window's aluminum frame. He lifted himself up, with Julia hanging on for dear life, put his feet on his window sill, and, thrusting his pelvis forward, bouncing poor Julia on his lap, and, in the process, removing her clit from Sarah's mouth, pulling it away like a pacifier from a reticent baby. As Sarah got up, deciding how best to aid the situation, Andy explained "The building across the way is the World Bank. We're five blocks from the White House, and in the same general radius away from half a dozen Departments, most notably State," he said calmly, almost pretending like he wasn't fucking Julia like a jackhammer. "After September 11th, the guy who had this room two years ago quietly replaced the windows with tempered glass. You could fire a .44 into this window and it wouldn't break," he continued as Julia began to peep, her abused insides crying out for release. "And, while most men will exaggerate their armaments, I don't think even one so arrogant as me will claim a dick stronger than the Dirty Harry Test," he finished, as Sarah, having come to a decision, sidled up behind Andy, and reached around him to grab, with one hand, Julia's clit, and, with the other, the two inches of his penis that didn't enter Julia's cavern, and stroked as rapidly as she could.

That was almost too much for Julia. Sarah, and, especially, Andy, could feel Julia's inner muscles clamping down, tensing, trying to hold back her orgasm. Sarah snaked her head around, putting it against Julia's ear, moving up and down in time with Andy's thrusts. "Let go" she said, twirling her finger now around the base of Sarah's clit. Andy, despite his already impossible exertion, hanging from his window and bouncing Julia's entire weight on his midair lap, managed to move his head over Julia's neck, and kissed Sarah deeply. Julia turned her head to watch, and in that moment of distraction released her clamp within her pussy, and dissolved into the ecstasy of an orgasm. Had she not flung her lips to Sarah's neck, she would have woken the neighbors with a scream, but as it is merely gave Sarah an embarrassing hickey. Her pussy, on the other hand, went cheerfully wild, throttling itself around Andy's penis, embracing it to every nook of her cavern. Her clitoris arched upward under Sarah's fingers, and as she reached the peak of her cumming, Sarah slashed one finger across the opening of her urethra, now exposed by Julia's widely spread labia. Like flipping a switch, that set off Julia's ejaculation, and with a yelp into Sarah's shoulder, Julia sprayed her liquid against Andy's window and sill like a breaking dam. Andy lowered himself to the ground, and threw Julia onto his bed. She lay there, writhing in pleasure, humping her hands like a rabid wolverine.

"My clit didn't scare you off," she said, soaking her right hand as it burrowed into her vagina. 

"Of course not," Sarah said. "While you were busy trying to get me to moisten the sidewalk, I sent Andy a text message. He knew the whole thing before we even entered the building," she finished, grinning with delight. Julia smiled, realizing what happened, and why Andy was already in just his boxers when they got to his room, and she spread wide her labia, throwing two fingers deep inside, always staring at Andy's ramrod penis.

Andy smiled, then, with catlike speed, grabbed Sarah around the waist, and swung her around, so that he pressed against her, Julia seeing them in profile. Sarah, her pussy yawning over the mouth of orgasm, waiting for a mere entry to set her off. She spread her legs, and tugged at Andy's penis, then slowly, ever so slowly guided it into her. Julia, watching every moment, masturbated with ever growing intensity, stroking her insides, yearning to feel Andy within her again. As Andy's head passed into her, Sarah arched her back, feeling the orgasm overtake her. She gripped his penis tightly as she came, the g-spot orgasm raging through her. A steady trickle of liquid ran down Andy's shaft, and down his thigh, and, as Sarah came down from it, she put her forefinger on its leading edge, and swept up his thigh, then rubbed the liquid onto his length. She caressed it, gently, even as it sat within her.

Julia was still lying on the bed, and now spread her legs wide, searching deep within her pussy for the pleasure she experienced mere minutes earlier, moaning her pleas for relief. As she lay there, Sarah walked over to her, and sat over her face, presenting her dripping pussy mere inches from Julia's face, and laying her buttocks on each of Julia's nipples. Andy slid into Julia, and leaned forward, starting to twiddle Sarah's breasts as she sighed with pleasure at Julia's probing tongue, and the night went on forever.



Night Swimming



It started out as most any other July night in Indiana: hot, some would call it sweltering even, with the heat hanging still in the air, the setting of the sun doing nothing to relieve the warmth. Even in the comfort of our air-conditioned bedroom, we could still sense the stifling temperatures and the cool sheets we lay between still weren't enough. Realizing this was just such an occasion that swimming pools were built for, we decided to go outside and take a night swim, hoping that would help cool us off.

You dressed more quickly than I; we chose to wear suits in the off-chance that one of our neighbors might be stirring, as it wasn't quite midnight yet. Opening the door, you had to catch your breath faced with the sticky hot air and the sweat started to roll down your back almost instantly. You wasted no time in reaching the pool, pausing only for a moment to watch the sparkling water before diving smoothly in.

Breaking the surface, you heard the back door click closed and turned to see me approaching. I carried towels in my hand, holding them in front of my body to keep it covered until I reached the pool. "Hey now, that's not fair....how am I supposed to get a good look with all those towels in the way?" you teased me. I smiled, shrugged, and dropped the towels.

For what I paid for the bikini, there wasn't much material. It was white, almost glowing against my tanned skin. Slung low on my hips, it was held up at the bottom by thin strings wound through gold hoops. The top was similarly bare, scraps of white fabric held on by thin straps loosely tied. The gold and diamond jewel in my navel caught the moonlight and sparkled once as I carefully walked down the steps into the cool water. I slipped under the surface quickly and re-emerged, standing back up... hair slicked back, body wet, the white becoming slightly see through. I laughed, hoping your rapt silence was a sign of approval. I knew you hadn't seen the bikini before and was hoping you would like it. "So, you like?"

Giving me a look I had been hoping for from you, you swam over to me. Crouching before me, you pulled my legs gently out from under me, put your hands around my hips, and guided me through the water, pressing me back against the wall, our bodies submerged except up to our chests. Wrapping my legs around your hips, you pressed against me, and I could feel that at least one part of you approved of the bikini. "Do I like?" You leaned in to whisper directly in my ear, knowing your breath would make me shiver. "What do you think??" Grinding your hips into me, you made it clear how you felt about it.

Gasping at the sudden movements, I pressed my fingers into your shoulders. I began moving my hips against you, sliding myself against your length, getting more and more turned on. Kissing me roughly, you slid one hand down my side, around the back, cupping me from the rear. Working your hand underneath the suit bottom, you slid first one finger inside of me and then two. I moaned but you quickly silenced with your mouth over mine, not wanting to risk waking the neighbors with our activities...even if part of the arousal was from the thrill of possibly getting caught. You imagined someone watching secretly from a nearby house, getting aroused themselves, possibly even pleasuring themselves while watching us caught up in making love.

Getting even hotter with that thought in mind you pushed down your trunks, kicking them off, all the while never letting up with your fingers. I reached down and slid my hand along your length, jerking you off and teasing you, running my fingertips along the head in quick firm movements. With this, you decided it was time enough. This was no time for slow foreplay, taking time and teasing gently. Neither of us wanted anything but what came next.. Quickly pushing aside my bikini bottoms, you slid fully into me. The suddenness of being filled by you made me gasp but I didn't have time to catch my breath as you immediately began fucking me, at times quick and forceful thrusts, and then abruptly switching to slow, deliberate motions, sliding almost all the way out of me before pushing back in all the way to the hilt. No words were needed, but I knew you liked hearing how good it felt for me, how you were hitting in just the right spots, all that you got from my noises and you were not disappointed.

Tilting my hips to change the angle, I watched your eyes as I saw it starting to send you over the edge. My own orgasm was building and I began to fuck you back, moving my hips against you, trying to draw you deeper in. Your hands wrapped around my back and you held me against you as you moved faster and harder, trying to hold it back but unable to. I whispered deceptively softly into your ear that you were making me come and that was all it took. Pressing your body to mine you went over the edge, coming hard with me right along with you. Your thrusts slowed and we started to relax our grips on each other, finally stopping and catching our breaths. Sliding out of me, both still breathing heavily and we leaned back against the wall, sitting on the steps in the water. I guess pools are good for heating up as well as cooling down... with the help of a little white bikini.



Night Swimming



Maggie Gyllenhaal was at a hotel in Boston, while filming a movie there.  It was the middle of the night, and, unlike New York, everything seemed to close at night.  Needless to say, she was bored.  She was looking out the window, when she saw someone in the pool.  Was that Marion?  Marion Cotillard was also there, filming a completely unrelated movie. "You know what?" she thought, "Think I'll join her." She got into her bathing suit, grabbed her towel, and went downstairs.

Marion swam up to the edge, and put her arms up on it.  Suddenly, she heard:

"Hey, mind if I join you?"

Marion looked up. "Oh, Maggie.  Um, wasn't expecting anybody else to come out."

Maggie noticed her slightly nervous tone, and then saw Marion's bare shoulders. "Oh, my God!" she laughed, "Are you skinny-dipping?"

Marion pushed away from the edge, to confirm this. "Okay, you caught me."

"Well, jeez," Maggie continued to chuckle, "if I'd known that, I wouldn't have bothered with this." Maggie quickly stripped out of her bathing suit.

"Um, I should probably warn you, the water's really cold."

Unheeding, Maggie dived in, and surfaced in front of her.

"S'okay.  I'm Swedish.  We're like polar bears."

"Hm, polar bear." Marion snickered. "You probably would be in a club like that, jumping into icy lakes in January."

"And you'd probably rather be in a hot-tub in Ibiza."

"Oh, yes.  Preferably with a companion."

"Oh, well," Maggie suddenly turned coy, "if that's all you wanted, you just needed to ask."

Marion snickered again. "Okay, Maggie, very funny."

"I'm serious." Maggie put her hands on the edge of the pool, on either side of Marion, putting their faces inches from each other. "C'mon, we're here.  We're..." She glanced down at Marion's naked body. "certainly dressed for it." Her voice lowered almost to a whisper. "No one's here, just you...and me."

Marion's heart pounded, as she knew what was about to happen, and that she was powerless to resist.  Maggie slowly moved in, and their lips touched, then pressed together more firmly, and then their tongues slipped through and came together.  The two wrapped their arms around each other, and they pressed together tightly.

Maggie then started kissing Marion's neck. "Oh!" Marion moaned.  Maggie slowly worked her way down her neck, then started kissing her shoulders, then down her chest, till she was down on knee, face level with Marion's sizeable breasts.

Marion's nipples were painfully hard from the cold water, and it felt good when Maggie started gently sucking on them. "Oh, Maggie." Marion tilted her head back, and let out a long sigh.

Maggie then started moving down, slowly kissing down Marion's stomach.  Marion, sensing where she was headed, lifted herself up onto the edge of the pool.  Maggie began kissing Marion's inner thighs, slowly making her way to the center.  Before long, she arrived at Marion's dripping cunt, which she massaged lovingly with her tongue. "Oui, juste comme ça, bébé." Marion whispered, "Qui se sent bien."

As Maggie's tongue probed deeper into her pussy, Marion laid back, and ran her fingers over her entire body; her stomach, her lips, her thighs.  In spite of how cold she was earlier, Marion now felt a kind of heat flowing through her.

Maggie started concentrating on her clit now, encircling it with her tongue, making it throb slowly.  Marion's brow furrowed as Maggie sped up slightly, keeping the same rhythm.  She knew it wouldn't be long before she came, she could feel it inch closer, with every circling of Maggie's tongue.

The orgasm finally hit her, starting at her clit, and traveling through her entire body.  "Hoooooohhh..." Marion let out a long, shrill gasp as she came, and kept coming, as Maggie was still going.  Maggie kept it up until Marion's body jerked, as the second wave hit her.  As Marion's body slowed down its shaking, Maggie kissed around her thighs again.

Marion finally sat up, and she and Maggie again shared a long, tender kiss.  When they broke the kiss, Marion whispered, "Tomorrow night, your turn, mon amant."



Night Swims



I was twenty that summer, and working at a restaurant in a resort community to earn money for the next year of college. It wasn't much of a job, washing dishes in the kitchen of the restaurant, but the pay wasn't terrible. 

I was feeling kind of lonely since my girlfriend, Jane, was back in our college town doing her own summer job. I was lonely, but to be honest I suppose I was also just horny. I was used to getting it very regularly from my cute little blonde girl, so I was really noticing the difference.

July was brutally hot and humid, so the work in a very busy kitchen was like a non-stop sauna for eight hours. A shift of hard continuous effort in a steamy kitchen left me both enervated to the point of being wrung-out, but also curiously sensual in a languorous way. 

One of the cooks in the restaurant was a friend of mine named Mike. I knew Mike from my days before going off to college. He was tall and skinny with a mop of thick black hair. I knew he was a bit of a burnout, because during our earlier days carousing I had seen him doing drugs and drinking to a serious degree. Mike, a couple of years older than me, now seemed to be trying to establish a career as a professional cook, and I think he had calmed down a bit as he matured.

We re-established our casual friendship at work, bantering and joking as time and circumstance allowed. I knew that Mike had a live-in girlfriend, though I had only met her once maybe a year before. She was short, slightly chubby, and cheerful.

Late one evening in July, after the kitchen had finally closed at midnight and the clean-up was done, Mike asked me if I wanted to go for a swim. For lack of anything else to do, I easily agreed.

We drove out to the river. A gravel road led down to a little-used boat landing which of course was deserted at this time of night. Mature trees surrounded the road, but the moonlight feel on the small beach and wide sandy expanse of the river. The night was heavy and hot with ninety percent humidity, and we were both already sweaty and tired from an evening in the kitchen, so the water looked extremely inviting.

Without even mentioning it, Mike started stripping. Of course I should have realized that we would be skinny-dipping, but I guess I hadn't thought about it. Well, what the hell, I thought. I started stripping down to my bare skin too.

I looked over to see Mike's long and slender but rather muscular frame in the moonlight. He grinned at me like a naughty little boy, and then ran into the shallow river to stand thigh-deep. The moonlight was behind him and he presented a colorful image.

I peeled off my shorts and walked into the water myself. I had the feeling that Mike was looking at my naked form, at least as carefully as I had scoped him. He sank down into the wonderfully cool river water up to his neck.

I was slightly self-conscious as I waded into the water. I too was slender to the point of skinny, but short and compact as opposed to Mike's tall rangy physique. I guess I have always been a little nervous about my body, since I was an un-athletic kid and picked-on some in school. So it made me feel a little funny that I was being looked at. I got down into the water as quickly as I could.

Mike let out a whoop and started swimming around in the river. I just lay back and closed my eyes, basking in the cool soothing water. It was a delicious feeling to relax and cool down.

After a while Mike came over to where I was in the water and started floating nearby. We started a desultory conversation about the events at work, and a few common friends.

It's a funny thing how there can be an undercurrent to a conversation, unspoken, but definitely there. I could tell that something was going on in our talk. Mike often returned to me, asking how I was feeling, if I was enjoying the cool water, what I thought about this or that. His voice seemed to have taken on a slightly different, almost intimate tone.

Now I won't give you some song and dance about what a macho all-American non-homo straight boy I was until that very moment. I was mostly straight and functioned that way, but actually I had entertained some thoughts about male-male sex. I had never done anything about it, but I was very aware of the possibility. 

I was clearly aware that a few feet away a rather attractive naked man was focusing his attention on me. It was almost as if I was a girl he was trying to act interested in. It was a very different sensation for me. It both excited me and scared me. I'm not sure if I was clearly thinking all those ideas at the time as much as experiencing those feelings.

It seemed like Mike was testing me, asking for some response either in word or manner. I was kind of excited, but somehow I was also scared, and didn't quite know how I should be reacting. So I didn't say much once I started feeling how things were going. The conversation died down. 

Finally Mike seemed to decide we had come to dead end. He sighed loudly, and observed that it was late and we should be getting home. He stood up and waded back toward the shore. I watched his tight muscular ass glistening in the moonlight as he stepped ashore. As he stood after gathering up his clothes I caught a brief glimpse of him in silhouette in front of the moon. I could have sworn he had flagging remainder of a rather substantial hard-on. But then he had turned away. I swallowed in a suddenly dry throat.

Even more conscious of my nudity, I got out of the water and hurried over to get my clothes, and get dressed. I didn't have a boner but I hurried because I didn't want to pop one out of excitement from what I had seen.

As we drove back to work to drop me at my car, we didn't talk much. I think we were both tired, and there was an unspoken something between us. Finally as we pulled into the lot and I made ready to get out I thanked Mike for the idea of going swimming.

"We should do this again tomorrow night after work." I said, trying to appear nonchalant.

"Yeah. We should." Mike also was uncommitted in manner, but I detected a slight tone of interest under that.

"Great!" I said, being cheerful. "We have the day after off. Maybe we should smoke or something, since we can sleep in?" 

"Cool!" Mike seemed rather more enthusiastic. I got out and went to my car, and headed home. On the drive home a number of excited and unformed emotions roamed through me. I was excited, because it seemed like something was going to happen.

The next afternoon work was a slow thing, because I was thinking of what might be happening later. During break Mike seemed in a very cheerful mood, expansive and friendly. He made a joke that made it clear he had some dope for us to use later that night. As business picked up the work was such that the coming evening was finally moved out of mind as I struggled to keep pace. It was as hot and humid as the prior evening. Finally, the shift came to an end, and we went through our close down routine.

During the work Mike caught my eye a couple of times, with a smile, like we shared a naughty secret that the other workers couldn't understand.

So work was done. I got in Mike's car and we drove out to the river. It was similarly a hot humid evening, and we were both ready for some soothing skinny-dipping.

When we were parked at the boat landing, we got out and sat on the car trunk and shared a fat joint. The stars were extremely bright overhead. They took on the strangest aspect as the dope started to hit me. It had been a while since I smoked. This stuff was potent and knocked me for a total loop.

Mike got up and started stripping. Even in my stoned state I could tell that he was taking his time and putting on a bit a show – for my benefit, I guess. And I was appreciating what I saw. His lanky body was tightly muscled, and a nest of thick black curls in his pubes matched his black head of hair. There was no hair on his chest though. In the light of the full moon every detail stood out in sharp relief.

I felt relaxed enough to boldly stare at him. The smoke had lowered my inhibitions that much. His cock and balls looked quite sufficient nestled in that dark hair, and I fancied that the prick looked like it was starting to get interested in what was going on. It seemed a bit thicker than a few moments earlier.

As on the previous evening, Mike turned and entered the water. Recovering my befuddled wits, I stripped down and followed him into the river.

The water was so welcome and cool that for a while I paddled around and floated letting my stoned senses appreciate the pure joy of this pleasant alternative to the humid evening air. The other question drifted away from my mind for the moment.

Suddenly Mike swam up next me in the shallow water. I opened my eyes and came back to reality, or at least closer to it. 

"Great water, huh?" Mike murmured.

"Oh yeah..." I sighed in pleasure.

"Tough night at work. It feels great to relax. What would be great now would be a nice massage." There was a seemingly long pause, as he appeared to choose his words carefully. "Maybe I should give you a little neck rub?"

"Oh yeah, that sounds real nice..." I replied. There was a very slight quiver in my voice that I tried to conceal.

Mike moved through the cool water until he was behind me. I could feel the gentle movement of slight waves he stirred lapping against me. I realized that I was holding my breath, waiting for his touch. I could feel my prick beginning to stir as a tickle in my stomach turned to arousal.

Mike's large strong hands rested on my shoulders as he stood behind me, both of us chest deep in the river water. I let out an unintentional sigh of pleasure, and anticipation.

His fingers started flexing and kneading the muscles in my shoulders and up into neck. I felt myself melting as my muscles relaxed. My stoned brain was focusing all my attention on the neck and shoulder area, but I suddenly realized that I also had sprung a full urgent erection. I was both aroused and somewhat confused as breathing became shallower.

Mike was now close behind me. I suddenly realized I could feel his hard cock resting on the small of my back. (It felt absolutely huge!) I shivered in arousal, and a kind of fear or nervousness.

"Come on... relax and enjoy." Mike whispered seductively. "No one here but us. No one else needs to know." His smooth words were only adding to my excitement. I gradually leaned back into him.

"Good boy..." he whispered approvingly as his armed wrapped around me. His tongue slid along the back of my ear, sending shivers up my spine. It felt so damned good.

Now Mike hard cock was sliding against my back in a slow and languorous manner than made me long for... something.. for whatever this man had to give me.

Now there was no more doubt. I think he could feel that something in my mind had given way. I felt it anyway.

Mike put hand on my shoulders and turned me around to face him, both naked in the chest deep water. In the moonlight he took my head in both of his hands, and leaning in, he kissed me. 

I was expecting it but it still surprised me. I had never kissed a man before. It seemed so strange and yet very familiar as if it was something I was meant to do. The kiss was soft and open mouthed, and I reciprocated. Mike's tongue slid into my mouth, and I could feel his insistent cock was pressing up against my belly now. Without even thinking, I began to suck on his tongue and return his kiss. One of his big hands slid from my head and ran down my back to cup and he began squeezing my right ass cheek, as we continued kissing. He pulled us even closer together in the water. 

I was stoned, and aroused beyond anything I had ever experienced in my life. The kissing continued for what seemed like an eon of sensuality and lust. Finally Mike pulled back slightly and leaned to whisper in my ear.

"You want more, don't you, Tim?" His strong hand was still cupping and kneading my ass cheek under the water.

"Yesss." I breathed, filled with arousal.

"Then come on, baby." He ran his tongue over my ear and took me by the hand leading me back toward the car. My hard cock was bobbing as we walked through the dark. Even though pretty buzzed by the dope, I looked over to see Mike's cock. It too was stiff and pointing skyward. It must have been easily nine inches long.

Mike opened the car trunk and got out a blanket and a gym bag. Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard myself observing that he was well prepared, or perhaps he just knew that he was going to seduce his friend tonight. I guess I knew it.

He rolled out the blanket near the riverbank, and motioned for me to lay down. Without a moment's thought, I did as he wanted. .

Mike got down on the blanket beside me and put his arms around me. We started kissing again. His big hands were stroking me. It all felt so very sensual. Soon as I was sucking his swirling tongue his fingers began to play with my nipples. Just when I thought I couldn't be any more aroused, this set off a whole new level erotic energy within me. Mike broke off the kiss, and started teasing my left nipple with his tongue, as his hand played with my other one. All I could do was groan in absolute lust. I had never felt like this before.

He moved to kiss me deeply again, and then his strong hand grasped my rock hard cock. I tried to begin hunching my cock into his fist, I was so excited.

"Mmm... naughty baby," he whispered to me. "Not yet... You've got a lot more to do first." His fingers stroked my balls sac lightly, as I moaned again. I reached for his big cock. "That's right..." he chuckled in his throat. "I've got something for you, baby."

Mike stood up in the night air over the blanket. I rolled up to my knees. There in front of my face was an object of beauty – his big stiff cock. I licked my lips in anticipation.

Somehow, without anything being said about it, I realized that Mike was in charge here. I would do what he required. I was his. He looked down on me with a further chuckle and a grin that almost split his face in half. He loved seeing me on my knees at his feet. One of his big hands rested lightly on the back of my head. He gently pulled my head toward his crotch.

"Good boy." He whispered. "Kiss my big balls for me..." 

I never thought twice about it. This was what I needed to do. It was perfectly appropriate and natural. I wanted to worship this man's big nuts with my mouth. And I leaned in as he moved my face to his balls. 

They were large and smooth. (I found out later that he kept them shaved.) I kissed one, than the other. First I kissed them with dry lips, but as he rubbed my face against his nuts I opened my mouth and began to wetly kiss his balls. 

"Oh yes... that's right, Timmy. Feels sooo good." He crooned as I started really smooching those gonads. "Lick 'em, baby. Kiss and lick your man's nuts!"

I did as he told me. My wet tongue slithered across those so soft orbs, back and forth interspersed with sloppy kisses on them. My hands were grasping his muscular thighs for balance. Above me Mike's own hand was clenching and unclenching on his swollen cockhead.

"Suck them, babygirl." Mike moaned. As I drew his large left nut into my mouth and tongued it, it began to sink in what he was saying...

"MMM. Good little girl. Good little ball-sucking bitch. Suck those balls, lick 'em. Oh yeah!" 

And at that moment I realized that if my man (!) wanted me to be his little girl, or his little bitch – well then, that was what I was going to be! The whole experienced excited me beyond any of my words can even begin to express. I was literally shaking with arousal. I was ready for anything.

Finally Mike released the growing pressure on the back of my head, and grunted, "Look up at me, Tim." I did so and we locked eyes. His face was a mask of lust.

"You are going to suck my cock, now. Aren't you?" He stated this more than asked. 

"Yes, Mike. Please let me." I almost begged for the privilege. The way I was feeling a privilege was exactly what it was at that moment.

He released his big stiff dick form his grasp and it slapped against my face. I immediately began kissing and licking up and down it, as I had laved his balls with my tongue. I instinctively knew what was needed to bring pleasure to my man. My hand moved to grasp his muscular ass cheeks, as I concentrated on this lovely object of my desire.

After I had licked, and kissed and nibbled up and down that beautiful fuck stick for a couple of minutes, Mike steadied my head with one hand, and with the other he grabbed his big cock and positioned the swollen head at my lips. 

With no question or hesitation he slid that big hard meaty cock into my lips and my mouth. I started sucking his cock like it was my one purpose in life. I stoked my tongue along the underside of the prick while my lips sucked and wetly caressed it. I bobbed my head gradually up and down the length of Mike's beautiful cock. 

I was in a world of my own as I concentrated my every attention on this hot soft and yet steely hard fuck stick in my mouth. Mike's cock was the center of the universe, and it was my only purpose to worship it with my mouth. I sucked Mike's cock for a long time.

Eventually his hands drew off his cock, and tilted my head slightly to look up him.

"You are my own little cocksucker now, aren't you?" He grinned almost affectionately.

"Yes, I am."

"What are you?" he whispered again.

"I'm your little cocksucker, Mike."

"Yes, babygirl. You are my little cocksucking bitch. Now get back to work on your man's cock."

And I did, with renewed excitement. I bobbed up and down, and tried to get his cockhead into my throat, gagging a bit. I kept sucking and slurping in a kind of trance of lust. Every filthy fantasy I had ever had was coming to life and I was going crazy acting it out with my mouth.

After some time Mike grabbed my head forcefully and I could feel his cock swell in my mouth as he thrust deeply. He grunted and groaned as a half-dozen thick ropes of cum flooded my mouth. Mike's beautiful cock flexed and thrust with each shot of juice.

I swallowed his cum like I was dying of thirst. It never occurred to me not to gulp down that plentiful jizz. It was part of him and part of the experience. 

Mike looked down at me with a lazy satisfied grin. 

"Keep kneeling and Jack off your cock for me, Timmy." He ordered.

I was so aroused by what had just happened that I had barely stroked my stiff cock before it dowsed the ground with sperm. Mike watched me do it.

I got up and without even thinking about it I leaned in and Mike kissed me deeply, as his big hand grasped and squeezed my bare right ass cheek possessively. I just suckled on his tongue.

"That was so good," he said as he broke off the kiss. "We'd better get going home for tonight. But this isn't the last time we're going to do this." He stated this as a simple fact.

Mike leaned in even tighter and whispered in my ear, "What are you now, babygirl?"

I looked him in the eye and whispered back, "I'm your little cocksucker."

Mike smiled with a wide approving grin.