3 comments/ 37927 views/ 9 favorites Night By: ladyphoenix I had never done such a thing before. It was late...so late that even the stars and a good portion of the moon had gone to bed, leaving the night so dark that it was like walking through pitch and purgatory to move from one place to another. I had accepted what I thought had been a kind invitation from a man I knew and thought was a gentle man...unfortunately for me, his expensive car and pretty words had only gotten me through the fancy cocktail party he'd taken me to and then dumped, like so much trash, in the middle of a neighborhood I would not have confined an animal to. And so here I was, in a ridiculously short cocktail dress of emerald green sequins, lace topped stockings and even more ridiculously high heels, with my hair pinned up in sexy disarray, standing in the doorway of a dark, dark street, wondering how I was to get home. My tiny, beaded green bag might have been impractical, but at least it contained enough to see me safely home...money, a very slim folding cell phone; my small can of mace. Unfortunately, it had been the last thing he'd snatched out of my hand before shoving me out the passenger door and speeding away, the door slamming in the force of his exit, all his anger at me all because I'd refused to...well, to do things to him...orally...while he drove home. He'd surprised me with the demand, even though I knew he'd had too much to drink at the party, but he'd surprised me even more by reacting as he had, calling me all sorts of vile names before slamming on the brakes and reaching over to shove open my door, and me out into the night. For the moment, I was thanking the stars that remained that the street was deserted and that I had at least a modicum of shadow here in the doorway I'd found, to hide in until I thought of a way home. I hadn't stood in the doorway for ten minutes when voices emerged from around an alleyway halfway down the block where I stood. The voices were quickly followed by three rather young looking men, early twenties, probably, coming around the corner and in my direction. I felt myself shudder and wrapped my arms around myself in a vain effort to feel safe. I don't know which happened first...hearing the car approach, or knowing the exact moment when my hiding place ceased to function as such and the boys realized what was standing in the middle of their street in the middle of the night. They were very clear in their crude remarks and suggestions, most of which made me wonder if I wouldn't have been better off with the date after all, that they had found me on their turf, and therefore owned me... The car arrived an instant before the boys, a sleek, black limo sliding up to the curb parallel to the building that sheltered me in its yawning mouth of its doorway. I think perhaps the car itself saved me more so than the man who slid the glass smoothly down, speaking even more smoothly from within, as all three boys switched their whistles and appreciation to the mass of gleaming metal and away from me. For an instant. "Come." The rear door of the limo opened as if by ghostly hands, and all I saw was a black interior so stuffed with shadows that any human would surely suffocate in them. But the voice from within was real, and solid and...reassuring. Warm, with a slight accent of some kind, and oddly compelling. And then a hand appeared, reaching out from the shadows, and in a tenth of a second two things happened simultaneously: the boys realized that I was about to escape, and I realized that escape was holding out its hand to me. Somehow I made it to the car, practically diving into the dark backseat, while three voices behind me made it clear that they were angry at my having been torn away. I think I must have grabbed for the door handle, slamming it shut, and I heard the metallic snap of a lock and then...nothing. The black shadows were absolute; the car, now sealed and moving away as smoothly as it had come, was tomblike in its quiet. I realized, too, that my diving escape had landed me not on the seat, but on my knees on the plushly carpeted floor between the seats, my left hand on the rear seat, my right on the seat facing the rear. It was only a moment before my left hand was taken into a large, warm, very slightly calloused hand that was certainly male, and that slightly accented voice....French, I thought...spoke out of the corner of the darkness. "Come. Sit." The hand tugged gently, persuasively...nearly as persuasive as the voice, and I slid up, finding a seat of such deep velvet that I sighed in relief. I hadn't realized just how uncomfortable the tight, sexy sling back heels I'd chosen for the dress were, when one was forced to stand on concrete in them after standing for so long at the party. And now, what did one say to a stranger who had saved me from...well, something close to certain death, anyway? "Thank you." It was barely a whisper but it felt like more than my throat could manage at that moment, and I found my self embarrassingly choked with tears. "You're most welcome." He hadn't released my hand, I thought...but that didn't seem odd to me, particularly in comparison to the oddity of everything else. And his hands as he was took my left hand in both of his were warm and comforting and made me feel...something...odd. Something dark. Something delicious. "If it hadn't been for you," I started, rambling a little because I was so nervous, "They would have...they would...well..." I turned my face away from him, toward the window, my eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness; those hands were doing things to my skin that made it fairly crackle with electricity and the whole weird dream I'd been thrown into tonight was threatening to topple me completely. "They would have taken you, little one." I couldn't help it...my head swung back in his direction, surprising me again with his outline..he was big. Very big. He'd spoken matter-of-factly about my having almost been raped, but there was no salacious grin behind the statement. It was just, simply, the truth. "That's a polite way of saying it." "Would you rather I be more graphic?" The accent was stronger now, the outline clearer, and his shadowy figure made the contact of our hands burn hotter. Something was wrong with me...I'm no virgin, for goodness sake, but my sexual encounters had been limited to longtime dates and a few colleagues, none of it very good. None of it generating the kind of heat this man's hand on mine could. "They would have taken you, little one," he repeated, holding my left hand in his left and smoothing open my fingers with his right. "One at a time, watching one another, waiting their turns...." A flush of heat crept up into my throat; my face, and I turned away again, but never thinking of removing my hand from his...and not really knowing why. "I live on the east side," I murmured, rattling off my address like a litany, wondering if the smoky glass between us and the driver was as view-proof as it was soundproof and for some odd reason hoping that it was. But he ignored me and kept speaking, never harshly or coldly, but plainly, in that hot, accented voice. "Of course, they are only boys," he mused, amusing himself with flaring out my fingers. "They would not be satisfied for long watching...they are greedy and stupid, and would take without savoring. Without thinking." The back of my left hand pressed down on something firm and warm. I swung my gaze back, to see it lying on his thigh, pale against the fine, dark material of his trousers. He kept it there with his hands, one holding the ends of my fingers down...the other tracing delicate patterns on my inner wrist with one fingertip of his own. "Please," I whispered, not knowing what I was pleading for...release? Or more? But he went on as if he hadn't heard. "They would grow eager, urging one another on, and soon you would have to deal with two...and finally...three. For they would no doubt wish to use you as...fully as possible." Three? Three??? Mentally, I calculated all the ways in which one man could use one woman and decided that I definitely knew one...had been pressured into and disliked a second, but... "Oh, sweet heaven!" The shadows were thinning; he looked into my shocked face and, instead of laughing at my naivete, only cocked his handsome head to one side, clearly surprised. "You are not accustomed to being used in such ways, little one," He remarked, eyes narrowing slightly. Then his gaze swept down over the dress I wore...the stockings, the shoes... "No," I said stiffly, finally trying to draw my hand away. "I am most certainly NOT." Now he did chuckle, but the sound was not at my expense. "Forgive me. I made assumptions. But...perhaps our evening is not lost so completely after all, mon petit cheri. You are beautiful as the night, and a mystery. Alone and so dressed..." He motioned his head toward my cocktail attire. "You are enticement to a man's blood." I fought with his hold over my hand, losing miserably, and because of his hold I could not move away toward the opposite door. Still...somehow...I didn't really want to. "Do not be afraid, mon petit...I will not use you as they would have." I found myself staring at him...thinking that his eyes were gray, but knowing it was only the shadows. It wasn't what he said that frightened me...he had said he wouldn't use me as the boys would have. It was what he didn't say...that he wouldn't use me at all. The trickle of heat I felt between my thighs made me shudder. I had never before felt fear mixed with this kind of arousal. "Let. Me. Go." He wrapped his hands around my captive one; slid the tight knot of all three of them up his thigh. The shadow I could see lying there was not some soft whisp of light and shadow....he was huge and..hard. But for some reason the fascination of watching my hand, in his, creep up his thigh, stopped me fighting. He stopped just short of the obvious bulge in his trousers and I felt my breath rush out. "You are disappointed, non?" There was a smile in his voice now...the sexiest one I had ever heard, and my blood ran hot and my thighs slid together, so wet that I was sure he could hear the soft slish of them rubbing. "NON!" I insisted, practically growling the word in his face, using his language against him, and before the word was past my lips, he had one hand on the back of my head, pulling me into him, forcing me off balance so that I fell headlong into his side, his arm around me holding my head, both my hands now on his thigh, to keep myself upright as much as I could manage. "Oh..yes," he whispered on my lips, and then he was kissing me... His mouth opened mine without gentle persuasion or argument...he simply took control, refusing to release either my hand or my mouth while he pressed and kissed, licked and nibbled and invaded and thrust....until my body shuddered and my bones went slack and my head fell to the velvet squab of the seat...until heat pulsed through parts of my body I hadn't known existed until just that moment....until fire raged between my thighs and a whimper escaped my throat before I could draw it back. Only then did he relent, pulling away bit by bit, his mouth withdrawing until I was advancing in eager need and when he was satisfied that I had, albeit silently, begged sufficiently, he came at my mouth again, taking it; eating at it until he seemed satisfied and I only raged in hunger. Finally, after tiny, biting kisses at the corners of my mouth, he bent his head to my ear, released my left hand and whispered, "Touch me, little one." I hesitated, lost in the dream haze of those kisses, wet with need, and even now, still reluctant. Touch a stranger? Touch this man, who had control over me so quickly...I could not give up control.... He hissed something in French directly in my ear and though I do not speak the language, I knew immediately what he was saying..."TOUCH ME!" Not a request this time...a demand. I slid my hand up one tiny fraction further. He hissed again, his tone a combination of fierce desire and utter command, and took my left hand again, pressing it, palm open, over the steely shaft of his penis under his trousers. Pressing my skin against the material and the hard ridge beneath, he growled several brief phrases that clearly spoke his harsh pleasure. "Now," he groaned, finally in English..."You will take off the dress." I pulled away, only making it an inch or two before his fist was wrapped in my hair, his hold firm, but not painful. "The dress." He demanded, releasing me fully. I stared back at him, shaking. Terror and desire...new in this combination. Potent. "Please...don't.." I murmured pitifully, and in reply he narrowed his eyes again and I found my fingers at the side of the dress under my left arm, tugging the zipper down. "Do it on your knees." He gestured with one hand toward the floor between his feet. "There. Kneel there and strip for me, little girl." I managed to get in the position he demanded. Dazed, I took the hem of the dress in both hands, swallowing; hesitating. "Now," he growled angrily, and I stripped the dress over my head, holding it over my breasts, staring down at the floor. He held one hand out, palm open, demanding that I give him the expensive little dress....and my body. When I didn't move, he snapped his fingers, making me jump a little, and when he took the dress, tossing it aside, I whimpered, arms over my breasts. "Let me see you," he said, his tone of voice as normal as if he had just requested a coffee, his palms down on his spread thighs. This time, all it took was for me to notice the slight shift of tension in his body; the tapping of one finger in impatience against his thigh. Closing my eyes, I let my arms slide to my sides, up on my knees in front of him, his legs spread open on either side of me, my tits exposed, leaving me in panties, the stockings, and the heels. I knew what would come next. "Touch yourself." My gaze snapped up to his at the order...it was not what I had anticipated. I had been waiting for...for him to make me...use my mouth. "W...what?" I stammered, feeling like an idiot. I knew nothing of sex...it had taken me only this long in this man's company to know that, and he had taken control; taken my mind as I thought he would take my mouth...my body. Yet he was not. "Touch yourself, cheri," he murmured. Put your soft hands to your face...your hair...your breasts. Touch yourself as you would touch yourself when you are all alone. I want to watch." He turned his face away, turning on a CD player; filling the back of the car with jazz so hot the windows would be steamed in minutes. And while he chose the music; adjusted the sound, he told me to close my eyes and DO IT, all the while not paying attention to whether I was or not. I closed my eyes. A cork popped...something fizzed...I smelled crisp white champagne, and lifted my hands to my throat. The song changed; a glass clinked. I slid both hands up, slowly, to lift and sift through my hair, eyes closed, lost in a place of my own pleasure. A throaty male murmur of approval...at the taste of the wine, or for me? I kept my eyes closed, hands sliding to my breasts...cupping their weight. Hard, ice cold and wet, something slid over my left nipple and I gasped, trying hard to keep my eyes closed. I was swaying in the music and the movement of the car, squeezing my breasts slightly. The cold thing slid over my other nipple; I opened my mouth, head falling back a little, and a drip of champagne touched my tongue. Another drizzle of wine; this time I was prepared as it slid down my tongue to my throat, shivering cold in my mouth. My hands were moving of their own volition now, palms caressing over my nipples, peaking them into aching hardness. When his finger dipped onto my tongue, covered in champagne, I couldn't help but moan and close my lips around it, sucking off the wine. The taste of male skin and champagne made me dizzy and I swayed forward too far; putting out my hands to catch myself on the edge of the seat, I never lost the contact with his finger but he slid it out, whispering for me to open my eyes. I saw him in the shadowed darkness; saw his eyes, burning like gray fire, and knew I was a slave to something that I could never have imagined, and my cunt wept hot tears of need. He sat back, setting the glass aside, and opening his belt. My gaze was fixed there, on his hands...on the strength of his cock, pushing out at the material. He let the belt hang open, unfastened the single button, slid down the zipper, holding me transfixed. I watched him, as he had no doubt watched me, heat rushing through me at the realization that he had felt this same fascination; this same arousal, as he had watched me. He lifted his hips, adjusted both his trousers and briefs, exposing his cock to me; taking it into his hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world and not part of some wild erotic dream. He took my right hand in his left, stroking the length of his cock with his right, and drew me toward him. My fingers opened, but not because I had been ordered to do so. Because I longed to feel the steel flesh of his cock in my hand. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and it jumped against my palm and fingers as he drew his own hand away. I couldn't stop staring at the living flesh in my hand; I leaned down on my elbows on the seat to see him more clearly; in the darkness I had to be inches away from the hard length of him to see the detail of the veins pulsing against my hand. I squeezed and he groaned, and I moved my hand. Up. Sliding down. He groaned again, hissing in French, making me shiver as I stroked, up...down...up...and then I leaned in and kissed him; kissed the head of this stranger's cock, and felt such pleasure at the taste and feel of it that one kiss became a thousand and I became something I did not know I could be...ravenous. I bent farther, opening my mouth and I registered the feel of his hands in my hair but only fleetingly; I was too lost in the sensation of being a lewd woman, sucking a thick, long, hard cock in the back of a limo on a night as dark as pitch. I lost myself in hunger, bobbing my head up and back on his shaft, licking and sucking the head and as much of the rest of his length as I could swallow until all I could taste, see, touch and smell was hot, aroused male and precum and my own need. All I could hear were moans; whimpers; cries of urgent need and I did not know which throat they came from--his, or mine. For an instant I thought of tonight's date and then of the one man who previously had introduced me to what he'd said women were for--sucking a man's dick--and while both incidents were hideous in memory, I could not stop my quick, deep, wet, sucking...and I thought only, ‘oh yes..yes...yes.......yes......' while I devoured. My hands were on his thighs, pressed open against hot, hair-roughened skin shaped well by muscle beneath, thumbs finding the crease at the top, sliding along them on either side as my mouth gave hunger new meaning. Then while I ate at his shaft, I discovered his groin; the velvety muscle of his belly; the heavy weight of his balls. When I cupped him he moaned deep in his throat, muttering incoherent French, his hands tightening in my hair and his body sliding lower in the seat, pushing his pelvis further toward me, silently begging. I never took my mouth from the heady taste of male body; I found that I could continue to suck him and at the same time wrestle with his trousers, managing to get them down to his ankles so that his knees could spread wide and I could wrap one hand around the base of his shaft and slide my mouth lower. I had never realized that a man's balls were anything more than storage space for future generations; not until taking this stranger's cock into one hand and moving my face lower between his now widespread thighs, to lick experimentally at one full, heavy sac. The sound he made in his throat was deep and husky and wild, and made me moan in response before I licked and then bathed with my tongue, and then took into my mouth. Night He lay on my tongue, heavy and full, and I sucked at him gently; using the flat of my tongue to first let his sac lay on it--a warm, wet bed, then the tip to curl up around it and my cheeks to massage it as I flexed them on either side of him. He made such wonderful, hot music with his groaning and begging....I am sure it was begging, because his languages were mixed now, English and French, as if he did not have the concentration necessary to decide which to use and they both flowed from his tongue with equal ease. I gave one heavy sac full attention, and then the other, and then I simply let my tongue roam where it would...down from the base of his shaft, over the sensitive division between his balls and then down further, massaging the nerve-rich skin between his cock and anus, and his fists clenched so hard in my hair that it would have been pain if I had been doing anything but this. I went back to his cock; precum coated my palm and his shaft as he'd seeped and I'd stroked, and I smelled the heat of it before my mouth closed over the head of his cock again, the scent of our aroused skin making the hunger hotter; higher. He nearly came out of the seat as I went right back to fast, deep, hot, wet sucking...forcing his cockhead against the back of my throat, his hips jerking upward and toward me, and then his hands were pulling me away from his shaft and I could not help the whimper of need that scented the already hot air with my disappointment. He held my head, hands firm in my hair, bending forward in the darkness to put his face close to mine; I saw something so briefly in his eyes; something that looked like surprise, before he kissed me again--hot, hard and quick. Then his hands moved and in another second I was off the floor and onto the opposite seat from him, watching him through a haze of jazz and steam as he discarded his clothes, leaving him beautifully, fully naked. Until he knelt on the floor before me, I had not realized that my hands were on my body; all I knew was pleasure...pleasure..pleasure...and all I felt was little pinpricks of it as my fingers plucked at one nipple and my clit. I was sitting where he'd lifted me, my legs spreading open automatically, and now he knelt and now his hands tore open my panties with a lewd sound of tearing cloth before resting on my thighs...and then his mouth between my legs, nudging out my own hand. The first broad stroke of his tongue was like a whip of fire in my cunt and I reacted to him as he had to me, moaning, hands clenching in his hair, hips sliding lower in the seat toward his mouth as I slumped there, boneless, electrified. He made raw, carnal noises of hunger between my thighs while his thumbs parted my wet silk lips and his tongue delved and circled and licked....no teasing, it was too late for such light play...now was hunger and heat and climbing. I was hyperventilating; holding his head by handfuls of silk hair, trying desperately to move my hips so that my cunt met his tongue and move his tongue so that it met my cunt just where I needed him to sip and eat, but he was unrelenting in his path and nothing I did deterred him. He kissed my wet petals, licked at my clit, slid his tongue, fully rounded, into my cunt. He hummed and the vibration rocked through my pelvis; he moaned and I echoed the sentiment. He buried his face in me while I slid even lower in the seat and his hands were hard, squeezing on my thighs where stockings met soft skin; his nose nudging my clit as he tongue fucked me and I gasped and shoved his face even further into me. He didn't give me relief. He gave me pleasure...what seemed to be hours and hours of endless, aching pleasure, while the car moved through dark streets I could not name and I begged and begged and begged to be released. He refused, taking me to the pinnacle of one shattering orgasm after another only to let me fall like a burning star to earth, trailing the glitter of a million frustrated, aching, aroused nerve endings, let me rest long enough for the sparkles to diminish sufficiently, then began riding me upward again, forcing me back into the sky. The millionth fall to earth made me throw back my head and open my mouth and finally release what must have been inside me for a long, long time....a cry of such pleasured need that it caused him to stop and raise his head and look at me through smoky eyes before he took the shredded remains of my panties from my body, using them to wipe my juices from his mouth and nose and then stuffing them into the pocket of his suit jacket. He wrapped his arms around my waist; I wrapped mine around his neck and in one quick motion he was sitting back on his seat, and I was straddling him, facing him, and his cock was pressing for entrance into my body, hot and hard and insistent. He spoke in French...only a few words, but I knew..."fuck me"...and I took him into my hand and slid an inch of his velvety head into my cunt and then he shoved upward and I sank down and he was buried in me, stuffing me overfull and catching all those nerve endings afire again, making us both moan like animals. My hands were on the seat behind him, on either side of his head, and his were on my waist and there was no more ordering; no more instruction. I threw my head back and slid my body up his shaft before slamming back down again and then I learned what it meant in all those romance novels when the heroine ‘rode' the hero...I was a wild thing desperate for completion, and his hard cock between my legs was the key to my release. I flexed and rotated and bounced, my hair falling around my shoulders, loosed from its confining moors just as I had been; allowed to be what it was, as I was, only now....loosed by a stranger. His fingers flexed and tightened, moving to my hips. He put his feet on the edge of the opposite seat, raising his knees behind me while I rode him hard, fucking him as I knew he would fuck me if given control; giving us both what we wanted. The tight, closed confines of the car were like breathing sex scented steam; his fingers groped at the door and one window cracked open and a thin trickle of cool air and city noise slid in, hardening my nipples to painful peaks and making me hotter; wondering, while my eyes were closed, if anyone could see into whatever small crack that window left open. As if he knew my thoughts, he bend his head, lifted one heavy breast to his mouth, and suckled me; I groaned and ground my hips harder into his, my inner walls squeezing him unmercifully. He wrapped one arm around me, his head bent to my tits, licking at sucking at my nipples while his free hand slid between us, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing at its slick, hard surface, and I came free. The orgasm started inside me somewhere that was not even close to the point of his thumb...somewhere between his thumb and mouth something exploded...BANG....and I jerked in his hold, head falling back fully, mouth opening as I screamed and my body shattered and all I could do was shake and spasm and cry out into the darkness, my skin on fire and my womb bursting in ecstacy. Then he left my clit, putting that hand on my ass and, head bowed, forehead pressed above my breasts, he opened his mouth against me and made a harsh, animal sound of greed and pleasure, and I felt his cock spasm deep inside me and his muscles clench and unclench and I could almost feel his teeth grinding as he fucked me hard, sending hot thick cream spewing into my hotter inner walls. We sat clasped hard together there for a lifetime, bodies slick with sweat, breathing ragged, temporarily sated. It seemed a long time before I could move and when I could I realized that at some point he'd slid back against the seat and I was crumpled onto his chest like a lover. Smiling suddenly at the thought...hell, I was a lover...and sighing at the feel of his knowing hands sliding up and back along my spine. He said nothing, nor did I...there didn't seem to be need. It was another lifetime before I realized that the car had slowed and stopped even as the music continued to play, and I thought that I must be home...or perhaps, he was. Then he moved, sitting me upright straddling his lap, and he smiled a smile that made my stomach tilt a little, and before I could ask, his hand on some control buzzed the window down--the window of the door that I'd dived into so long ago...and I saw where we were. It was the same place. Looking to my left, I saw the doorway where I'd been standing, wondering how on earth to be rescued, what must have been hours ago. If anything, despite the predawn hour, the night seemed darker than before, and although the window was not down fully enough for anyone to see in, I shivered. The boys were still here, still crude and full of brash arrogance...still....waiting? I looked at the man whom I'd just fucked and realized that perhaps I hadn't been saved after all...perhaps I had been ‘taken' just as he'd said, only not by those boys. "Invite them in, cheri." His voice was soft, but like iron as well. His cock twitched inside me, hardening again. I leaned over, never taking my wet, once-satisfied cunt from his cock, and I reached for the door handle. And I opened the door. Night Dedicated to David I love you David was sitting on the bed behind me, his chin resting on my shoulder and his arms around my waist. I was telling a story to my tireless six-year-old, the Energizer Bunny of first graders. He was looking up at me, eyes just like his fathers, with rapt attention as I told him a Dr. Suess story. I finished my story and David got up to tuck him in while I gave him a kiss on top of his curly haired head. His father said goodnight and left for one last check on our two-year-old girl. “Nighty night short man,” I said, using my favorite nickname for him. “Goodnight mommy.” I had walked to the door and turned off his light when a voice came from the darkness. I gave an exasperated sigh and turned the light back on, remembering how I did the same thing to my mother as a child. “Yeah Ben?” “Can Joey come over tomorrow?” “I’ll let you know in the morning honey.” “Okay.” “Goodnight Ben,” I said as I turned his light back off. “Goodnight.” I could see the dark outline of my son turn over in his bed and I closed the door, leaving it open a crack to let some light in. Walking down the hall to my bedroom I heard the heater come on, beginning to warm my house. It was a small two-bedroom home with a den, family room, kitchen, dinning room and, thankfully, two full bathrooms. The den had been converted into a nursery when my daughter was born. We lived in a quiet neighborhood with several kids Ben’s age. I had gotten to know a few of the other mothers and we started a carpool to get the kids to school in the mornings. I walked into my room and saw David already on the bed. He was lying there in light grey boxers and had his eyes closed. His body looked smooth and inviting, his brown hair a bit of a mess but sexy all the same. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and change for bed. I put on a silky pink nightgown with thin straps and a low neckline and walked back into my room to lay down next to David. He opened his eyes when I slipped my arm around his body. His skin was warm and soft to the touch. I moved myself close to him, nestling my head under his chin, my lips against his neck. “Ben wants to have a friend over tomorrow.” I told him, my voice slightly muffled. “Aren’t we going to visit your brother’s new baby tomorrow?” “Not until later in the afternoon,” I said. I moved my head back and looked into his deep brown eyes. “I thought we could bring them some food and have dinner together.” “Then maybe we can take the kids to the park in the morning. They can play for a while and we can have a light lunch, then we can bring them home to clean up before dinner.” His voice was soft and soothing, pulling me into a sleepy stupor. “Mmhmm,” I answered. “You wanna go to sleep Shanna?” I replied by rubbing my nose against his neck and then lifting my head up to kiss behind his ear. I relished in his soft masculine scent. David sat up to pull the white, fluffy comforter over us and put his arms around me. “I love you sweetie.” He said and bent his head down to kiss my lips. It was a soft kiss, followed by another but then I kissed back harder. “I thought you were tired?” “Changed my mind love,” I told him, moving my arms around his neck, my fingertips brushing over his hair. I kissed him again, opening my lips ever so slightly. He pressed his mouth down against mine then broke away. He kissed my nose lightly, then my cheek, working his way to my ear. “You look so sexy in this,” he whispered, moving his fingers over the sleek fabric. I closed my eyes as he kissed a line down my neck, savoring the feel of his lips on my body. David slid his hands down my sides, seeking out the bottom of my nightgown. I lifted my hips and he easily slipped it off my body. Naked beneath him, he kissed my lips again. He paused and then reached upward, turning off the light above our bed, leaving only the bedside lamp to illuminate the room. I could feel him hard against my stomach, his erection straining behind the soft cotton of his boxers. I put my arms around David, running my hands over his back as he settled on top of me. We kissed with more passion and he held me tighter, his chest pressing down on my breasts. His tongue met mine as I probed into his steamy mouth. Minutes passed and I lost myself in his kisses, my heated skin melting into David’s when he began to slow down. He stroked my cheek as he lightly kissed my lips, making his way down my neck and shoulders. He moved the blanket off us and kissed my neck once more. The tips of his fingers touched my breasts and he slowly kissed around one of my nipples. He traced his fingers over the curve of my breasts and flicked a cautious tongue over my nipple. Becoming bolder he enveloped the tip of my breast with his mouth, sucking gently for a moment and moving his tongue around. Shivers ran down my body, his soft mouth was causing wetness to spread through my vagina and brought forth a moan from my lips. David lifted his head from my chest and moved further down, leaving a trail of kisses on my body. He stopped when his head had reached my knees. He ran his hands up my thighs and back down several times before he started kissing my leg, just above my knee. He moved slowly, kissing one leg, then the other, barely making his way higher. My breathing was heavy now, waiting for what would come next. I yearned for him to stop teasing me. Finally he stopped kissing my legs; he no doubt could see how wet I was. With one finger he touched my slit, hardly making contact. He began at the top and moved his finger down. He moved back up my slit, but this time with his tongue. I moaned as he licked the outside of my lips. Slowly he pushed his tongue into me, licking upward. His tongue was joined by two of his fingers, holding my lips apart. Soon he was licking my inner lips, even sucking them into his mouth. But he didn’t go higher. He was playfully torturing me, he was making me feel good but all the while knowing what I really wanted him to do. “Higher David, please go higher,” I begged, but he only pushed deeper into me. I moaned out loudly and began to rock my hips against his tongue. I moved my hands down and stroked the back of his head. The agonizing seconds passed but finally he moved. There were no teasing fingers or licks this time. He engulfed my clit with his mouth and lightly sucked. Chills surged through me as I pressed down a little harder on David’s head. He rolled his tongue over the swollen nub and my breath came in short gasps. David had known my body intimately for some time and knew just how to drive me over the edge. He pushed his tongue down on my clit and drew it further into his mouth. My body was writing around on our bed and I couldn’t control my moans as he put more pressure on my clit. I began to tense as he urged my body on towards climax. Waves of pleasure flowed throughout my body and my clit spasmed under David’s tongue. I sank back into the pillows sweaty and weak. I took deep breaths and kept my eyes closed, still moaning a little in the afterglow of my orgasm. David moved back next to me and turned me on my side, putting his arms around me. He rubbed my back and kissed my forehead as my own euphoria wore off. “I am never, never going to get tired of you doing that,” I told him. “Good, because I'm never going to get tired of doing it.” He held me tighter with his nose touching my own. I wanted to fall asleep in his arms but I still wanted to help David, who was hard against my leg. I put my hand on his shoulder so he would lie on his back and I settled myself next to him. I kissed his neck just below his ear. I moved my fingertips slowly over his neck and shoulders, brushing over his skin. I brought my hand down to his chest, playing my fingers over the hair. I heard David give a sigh and I looked up at his face to see his eyes closed, a small smile on his lips. I brought my head up and kissed his tender lips. I continued to kiss him and started to circle one of his nipples with my fingers. I stroked the tip and he moaned into my mouth. I started kissing his chin and along his jaw. I kissed down his neck and paused to suck lightly on his smooth skin. I kissed further down his neck and onto his chest. I rubbed one nipple with my hand and put my mouth down over the other. This brought more moans from David. I moved my head back up near his ear, still toying with his nipple. “Are you horny David?” “Uh huh.” He was starting to breathe more heavily and I kissed him hard. “Are you hard for me David?” I asked. But I didn’t wait for the answer; sliding my hand over his boxers and hearing him inhale sharply. I kissed down his stomach, taking my time. I pulled his boxers down an inch and kissed his newly exposed flesh. I kept doing this until I was just above his pubic hair. I took his boxers off completely and watched him spring free. I moved my fingers through his pubic hair and down to his testicles, careful not to touch his shaft. I gently touched his inner thighs, teasing him as he did me. Slowly I brought my hand up. I touched my thumb to the base, moving it in a slow circle on the underside. Using my other hand I lightly stoked the sides of his hard shaft. I could see precum forming on the tip of his head and stopped stroking him. I put my finger over the wet tip and pulled it down the length of his penis, leaving a shiny trail behind it. Still rubbing David with my thumb I moved my head between his legs. I touched my tongue to the base and moved up, licking up the precum that was dripping down his shaft. I ran my tongue up and down the sides of his shaft a few times before finally licking the head. I touched my lips to the very tip and moved my tongue in the smallest of circles. Very gradually I began to part my lips, letting him slide into my mouth. I started to stroke his whole shaft and swirled my tongue around his head as a sucked harder. I rubbed gently refusing to move my hand faster and letting the pressure build for some time. I slowed my strokes and let my hand rest around the middle of his shaft. I moved my thumb in a circle on the underside again, this time at a spot I knew would drive him wild. I pushed my tongue against the underside of his head and slipped my lips down lower. David was starting to get close; I could hear his loud moans as his body shook on the bed. I pressed more intently with my tongue and fingers while I sucked him harder than before. I pushed him closer and didn’t let up as the first shots of semen began to fill my mouth. I swallowed it down and kept my mouth over his head held on to his shaft. I could feel him softening between my lips as I licked up the last remnants of his climax. When he was completely soft I was no longer sucking him but kept my mouth over his shaft, which was now able to fit entirely in my mouth. I moved my tongue around gently and reached out with my hands to caress his legs and stomach. Slowly I removed my lips from his penis and rested my head on his leg. I played with the hair on his stomach and gently moved my hand around his body. I was giving him a chance to rest but I wasn’t letting him go to sleep. After a while I slid myself up next to him, putting my head on his shoulder. I touched his nearest nipple lightly, hoping to get him hard again. “I think I know where this is going,” David said in a quiet voice. “Oh, do you now?” “Yes,” he answered. I looked up at him to see his smile, “come here.” He motioned for me to come closer and I climbed on top of him. He pulled me tight to his chest and kissed me. His kisses were deep and his breath was hot. I kept playing with his nipples and pulled away from his mouth every so often to kiss his neck and ears. After some time I moved away from David’s body to see he was hard. I straddled his legs and held myself up with one hand. I reached between my legs and wrapped my fingers around his hard cock. I squeezed it a few times but then David moved his hand over mine. I let go of him and lowered myself right over his hand. He moved his head up and down my slit making me tingle and getting himself wet. I ached to have him inside me. Slowly I moved down and he slid his head into me. Inch by inch his shaft pushed my lips apart until finally I reached the base. David put his hands around my hips and pushed his own hips up slightly. I moaned at the feel of him buried inside me. I rhythmically contracted my muscles, squeezing my pussy lips around him. Soon I began to move up and down, sometimes pausing to grind my hips down against David’s. I started to let more of him slip out of me before I would slide back down his shaft, listening to him moan. The feeling of his hard cock stretching me was beginning to get overwhelming. I moved faster, moaning while I moved my body in time with his. “Oh god. Oh god David.” My movements were more frantic as David held my hips tighter in his strong hands. David’s groans were driving me to the edge as he was thrusting up into me. I plunged myself down one last time on his cock as orgasm shook through my body. My pussy tightened around him as the feelings subsided. I leaned forward, dropping down on top of him, letting him slip out of me. David wrapped his arms around me, kissing my cheek. He gently rolled me over on my back and went on top of me. He kissed me, softly caressing my lips with his own and giving me time to rest. David moved my legs apart and settled himself between them. I moved my hand down between us and guided him back into my sopping pussy. He had his arms tight around my body and held me close to him. I had one arm around his back and one behind his neck, allowing me to pull him toward me for a kiss. I loosened my grip and he began to move. With slow, even strokes he started to build up the pressure again. He quickened his pace and I could hear him breathing heavily. I focused on his low, sexy moans as I tightened my muscles around him again. He started pounding his cock into me and held me more firmly. I could feel his body tensing and he pushed as deep into me as he could. I could feel him cumming between my pussy lips and he groaned into my ear, moaning my name. I held his head close to mine with one hand and rubbed his back with the other while I could feel him softening inside me. We lay still for some time, catching our breath. I was a sweaty mess and so was David. I would definitely need shower in the morning. Eventually David rolled off me turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into total darkness. He moved close to me and kissed my forehead. “I love you so much Shanna,” he said to me and moved the blanket over us once more “I love you too David,” I replied. He snuggled in close to me. I sank into his embrace, his soft skin against my own. “Goodnight David.” “Goodnight.” He gave a sleepy moan and I listened to his breathing steady, the sound lulling me sleep. Night Adventures I had never smelled chloroform but I knew that was what had been put to my face. I found myself naked on the bed. It must have been hours after I was rapped and left naked on my own bed. I did not find it uncomfortable to stand or walk to the bathroom where I cleaned myself inside and out. I knew I had been raped, it felt like it had been a large man that did it. But he had not hurt me, I was not beaten, or in any way harmed. I started to call the police, then I thought of how talk gets around in this small town. Some would say I ask for it, because I tease the guys at the café. I wear short skirts I got great legs so I show them off. So what if I joke with the guys. I don’t date anyone and I had not been screwed for a long time it has been over a year. I have felt a little horny lately anyway. But I was not ready to be rapped. I don’t remember much of it, I know if I had been awake I would have enjoyed it. The poor son of a bitch, if he only knew how horny I was he would have kept me awake to enjoy it more. So after along shower and a cup of tea I went to bed without calling the police. I had dreams and they were not bad dreams in fact I dreamed of being raped over and over again by several guys. I did not see any faces, but in the morning I knew I had a climax in my sleep. The dreams stopped after a few days and I never missed a day of work. I did look over the guys in the Café thinking that maybe it had been one of them. I just could not think anyone of these guys I served coffee to every day would do something like that to me. I forget about it in a week. I was going to get an extra day off at the end of the month. Dave the owner needed to close for a day to have some repairs done to the kitchen. So I would have Friday off plus Saturday and Sunday. I wanted to drive over to Belltown to see my son and his new wife. I had not seen them since the wedding. That was six months ago. I called and told them I was off but it turned out they had already made plans for that weekend. So I decided to rest, read and just hang out. Thursday, Dave gave me my check and said, “ Don’t spend it all in one place and I’ll see you Monday morning.” He always said the same thing. I cashed my check and went home. It was nice to not think about going to work for three days. I read, watched TV, showered and went to bed early. In the morning I was going to drive over to Clarion and visit every store in that new Mall over there. I don’t know what time it was but I woke and there were strong hands on my shoulders and over my mouth. In a muffled voice I was told to not make any noise and I would not be hurt. I was taken from my bed. Then tied over the arm of my sofa. It was one of those fold out bed thing. My arms were stretch out toward the other side and my ass was waist high as I was bent over the arm. My legs were held apart by some kind of rod. He pulled my nightgown up well over my ass. He did not chloroform me this time. However he did drape a pillowcase loosely over my head so I could not see any of him or his clothing when he turned on the lights. He ran his hands over my ass and down the inside of my legs and back up again. He let a finger tip linger on my ass hole and then move on to my pussy lips. I was getting wet despite how I felt. He was not hurting me it was more like petting me. It was some kind of homage or sign of affection. I did not feel afraid at all. Then I felt his soft lips on my cheeks and his tongue ran between my ass cheeks. It was so sensual I could not help but quiver in some delight. I had never had my ass licked before and it was kind of kinky, but nice. Then he moved down to my pussy where he licked me. In this position he could not get too deep into my pussy, but it was enough for me to respond and have a climax. I did not want to show him I approved of his actions but there was nothing I could do. I was totally and complete at his pleasure. He knew he had given me a climax I was wet and dripping down the inside of my legs. Then I felt the head of his cock, rub over my ass. I thought oh, my god, that cock is too big to take in my ass. I was waiting to feel the pressure of it on my ass hole, but it moved down to my pussy and he pushed his cock into me with little trouble. He fucked me slow and easy. Then a little faster and I helped the best I could by wiggling my somewhat restrained ass. He knew he was giving me a good fuck and I was gong to climax again. He ran his large cock as deep in my throbbing cunt as he could and I felt a warm flooding in my cunt. He was cumming and filling me up with his seed. I could not resist any more and joined his climax with my own. We both let out little sounds of delight and after what seemed a long while he fell across my ass and could move no more. As he pulled his cock out of my pussy, he wiped the combinations of cums, his and mine on my ass. He was wiping his cock off on my ass, now that was another first. He untied me, keeping the pillowcase over my head he took me back to my bed. The lights were out and he pulled the case from my head and kissed me. I kissed him back. He said, in that muffled voice. You are so very sexy, I would like to come back and see you again, but I can not allow you to see me. Do you understand. I said, I did and I understood his need for privacy. He said, “ Did you enjoy our evening together?” I said, I had and told him it was much better than the firs time. He laughed. And said, ”Sorry about that first time, but I just had to have you.” Even under the muffled sound it was beginning to sound a little familiar. He told me to stay put for ten minutes before turning on any lights and left. I did not turn on any lights but I did run to the window just in time to see him running into the darkness where I heard a car start and drive off. I rested on the bed for a long time before I got up and showered. I had no fear of getting pregnant, but I cleaned up and took a douche anyway. He had said, he wanted to see me again. Yet he did not say when or how. The next day I looked at all the windows and doors I could not fine out how he got in. There were not any marks of a break in. He must have a key. I had rented this house for years. My son had grown up here. I guess over the years there were some keys that were handed out for any number of reasons. I thought I would have all the locks changed. But if I did that how would he get in the next time. I wanted him to have a next time and I wanted to have sex with him. I wanted to feel his weight on me, I wanted to get my legs up and around his waist. I wanted to feel that cock all the way in me and yes maybe I would let him know how much I enjoyed him by sucking that sweet thing. I would like that and I bet he would too. But how would I let him know I wanted him to return. Most of the next day was spent thinking of him and how he had made love to me. It was not rape, for I had wanted him to fuck me. I was beginning to enjoy the idea of him fucking me again. He was so gentle and his cock was so “Mr. Feel good.” I wanted it again. I was so bad, I was also very horny. My thoughts were of wild uninhibited sex. Not love but fucking wildly in a sea of lust. I wanted him to tell me to “Suck my cock.” I also wanted him to finger my ass, yes, and maybe even try to get his marvelous cock in my ass. I wanted him every where and I wanted to do every thing. Oh, my god I was so hot. I had to get out. Putting on shorts and a tight T-shirt I drove out to the picnic area by the lake. I sat alone and looked across the blue water. There were a few boats on the water but for the most part it was kind of still. A family of three were sitting on a blanket closer to the water. The child was running around under the watchful eye of his parents. I felt lonely. I rested my head on my arms and cried. I felt more than heard the foot falls as they came closer. Lifting my head I saw a Park Ranger standing just a few feet away. “ Sorry to disturb you, is there any thing I can do. You seem upset.” “ Oh, no I am OK, It is just a family thing. I will be fine.” I was looking up into light sky blue eyes. Set into a handsome face. His shoulders were broad and the waist small. He looked powerful and strong. The uniform fit him so his physical prowess stood out. His eyes showed a kind of caring and concern that one does not see much any more. His smile broadened as a light went off somewhere in his head. “ I know you, you work at the café in town. Let me see, Sharon, it that right?” I sat up a little straighter and I saw his eyes fall to my T-shirt. This some how triggered a sensation and I felt my nipples get hard. “Oh, shit this was getting out of hand.’ I thought to myself. The smile did not change but there was a brightness in the eyes. I smiled and said, “ Yes I am she, no way to get around it. But I don’t remember you.” Then I did all of a sudden, but with out the uniform. “ Yes now I do, you come in with that bunch from the logging camp.” He moved closer and ask if he could sit down I nodded my head and he sat. We smiled and talked. I found he was newly divorced, no children, worked at the logging camp twice a month as a kind of watch dog for the state logging committee. I don’t know how long it was that we talked, but he eventually stood up and said, he had duties. He moved off a few feet, stopped and turned back to me. “Sharon, I am off tonight could I take you to dinner?” This took me completely by surprised and I stammered for a second. He started to say, that is OK he understood. But I cut him off telling him he had just surprised me and yes I would like that. He left with the idea that he would pick me up later at my home. I drove home thinking how nice he was and how good looking. There was one little nagging thing in the back of my mind. I got the feeling he may have bee a few years younger than I am. Not that it makes much difference in this day and time. Then Of course there was the fact that I wanted to be home alone later tonight just in case I got a late night visitor. Andy was his name and he arrived right on time. I was not ready so I invited him in, told him to fix himself a drink and I would be with him in a minute or two. I don’t know why I wanted to make an impression on him. But I did my best to look my best. As I said, my legs were still in great shape so I ware short skirts and my breasts are generous to a fault, but they are all natural. So I show what I have. He was standing by the window as I came out. He turned and he broken into a wide smile. His eyes were smiling too. He said,” Wow, you are a beauty.” “Thank you kind sir.” As I returned his smile. We danced after dinner and he was smooth and I could feel every muscles rippled under his shirt. I had a few very bad thoughts and got my self a little wet. From that gleam in his eye I knew he also had a few thoughts of his own. That last slow dance I felt a warm hard something (as if I did not know) rubbed my leg. I let it rub my leg and it felt so hard and I was guessing it was of a size that he would never have to be shy about showing it off. Maybe it was the drinks but after a few I had the thought I wanted to take him home and just see what he had hiding down there. It was after eleven when we kind of sauntered toward his car. I ask.” Are you OK to drive?” His arm that was around my waist with a hand resting on my hip kind of tightened as he said, “Sharon, I have had a few. How about we get a room here at the inn and stay the night.” I was so horny and it sounded like a great idea to me so I said, “ Well fuck me I thought you would never ask.” He twisted me around to face him and kissed me hard on the mouth. He said, “ That is just what I had in mind.” “Well don’t let me stop you, get a room with a king size bed I want to work your ass all over the place.” I said, then I laughed and said, “ God I am so bad, don’t you just love it.?” His hands traveled down my naked body over my hips. His hands were surprisingly smooth and warm. We stood facing each other naked as the day we were born. He was aroused and his wonderful erection was poised to slide between my legs if he moved any closer. We kissed and he moved closer and I felt his long hard on pass between my legs. I sat on it like a rail. Second later he laid me on the bed. He was so big and still very gentle. His hands moved with the grace of a skilled surgeon. First my nipples, a soft twist followed my wet warm lips. A finger tip trailing down, down through the vee of hair between my legs. That finger tip was so gentle it made me shiver as it pressed my clitoris. God all mighty he was taking for ever, I screamed in my head, “ Oh, God fuck me, fuck me.” but I let him do it his way. He was really driving me crazy in such a nice way. His finger tip found me wet and warm. He dipped into my maiden sweet juice then he brought it up to his lips and tasted me. He moaned approvingly and trailed kisses all the way down my belly. He was driving me over the hill, the touch of his tongue to my wet little lips gave me a climax so strong I bucked up hard into his face. As quick as a snake he gripped my hips and lifted my pussy to his mouth. He sucked and licked and drove me over the edge again. His grip was so strong his fingers were burning into the flesh on my ass. I screamed out load and bucked up smearing his face with my wetness. I had not climaxed like that in a lot of years. I was not sure it was just that I needed it, or it was him and his smooth ways. But I was so happy about it, I pulled him up to me and kissed him on the mouth licking my wetness from his face. We kissed and smeared cum all over both of our faces. I could not let him go with out a proper thank you. So I returned the favor. I kissed down his chest, down over his belly and buried my nose into the thick brush pile of hair. All the while I had my hand around the most beautiful cock I had ever laid my hands on. It was so hard, I was sure it was made out of iron. His balls were giants and heavy with many loads of sperm. I hoped to relieve him of all night long. He jerked as my mouth slipped down over his sensitive cock head. He said, “ Oh god.” then fell silent. He moved his hips uncontrollably up and down in time to my motions. He was fucking my mouth as I was sucking his lovely cock. His balls were heavy, even so they started to pull up tight under his shaft. I felt the warm emission of that rep-lub which was quickly followed by a thick creamy load of cum. It was a little salty and yet so sweet I could not get enough of it. I was a glutton and swallowed it all. I licked and sucked his cock all clean without letting a drop fall. What a load it was too. Thick, creamy, and something I wanted again but not in my mouth. I don’t remember much after that. I fell asleep in his arms for a while. It was still dark when I woke and made my way to the bathroom. When I returned he had moved and was now sleeping on his back. His splendid prick was soft laying at angle across this leg. I wanted to touch it and bring it to life again. But I wanted to feel it in my mouth again. So I bent over him and licked it and sucked the head into my mouth. God, it grew so quickly it damn near choked me. I looked up to see him smiling at me. With out a proper invention I got up and sat across him. Guiding his wonderful cock up into my wet cunt. I lowered my cunt down over this massive cock taking it to the hilt. He bucked up under me and I rode that monster screaming and yelling at the top of my voice. Before my third climax I think I passed out. When I woke it was morning the light of day was just starting to show in the window. I was alone in bed. the shower was running so I got up and joined Andy. He dropped me off at my home and we kissed with out passion. He drove off with a promise to call later. It was nearly one in the afternoon when I pulled into the parking lot of the new Mall. Saturday afternoon, the Mall was crowded but I felt so good I did not mind. Shopping is some thing we girls can do easily. I shopped and managed to fill a couple of bags. There was one more store I wanted to stop in before going home. I was going to put my bags in the trunk and then go to the last store. That done I happened to notice a piece of paper under the wiper blade. I looked around to see if anyone was watching. It was from my night caller. “ Where were you all night? I waited till the wee hours. Did you fine someone else to fuck you? I may have to spank you if you did.” He did not sound mad I took it as if he were teasing me. I hoped so anyway. I would be home tonight. If Andy called I would tell him I could not see him tonight. I had to be home alone. I turned out the light about eleven and sat down stairs waiting. I thought I would see how he got in, but yet I wanted to let him know I was there waiting. So I put a lighted candle on the kitchen table. I though that would give him the idea. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was not alone. He was standing behind the chair his hands were on my shoulders holding me down. Now in that very familiar muffled voice he said, “ You have been a bad girl, Sharon, Spanking is too good for you maybe a whipping is in order.” Those words brought me to a full up right position. How many times had I said the same thing to my son as he was growing up and from time to time getting in small trouble. I never did either but I always pretended there was a difference between spanking and a whipping. How strange this man would use the exact words. I quickly pulled away and jumped to my feet. Whirling around I glared into the darkness. “Who are you?” I screamed at him , “ How do you know that?” “My God is that you Curt?” I went on just talking and thinking crazy thoughts. This rapist was my own son. It had to be no one else would have known those exact words. Why was my son rapping me he has a beautiful young wife. No, this was not my son, maybe it is one of the kids that had come to the house over the years maybe it was someone that heard me say those words. But then I knew, for my lover rapist was crying, it was my son. He came around from behind the chair and took me into his arms. I joined him and we cried together for a very long time. After some time I managed to sit Curt down next to me on the sofa. It took a while but what came out was the fact that over the years he had fantasized about me and had masturbated thinking about his mother that he could not find any satisfaction in his wife’s loving. But after the first with me he went home and made love to his wife and it was the greatest thing they had ever experienced. As we talked we hugged and were so close Curt finely kissed me and as crazy as it was now that I knew I kissed him back. His powerful hand came up and caressed my breast. I found his erection full and hard. I was now thinking about this man not as a son, but I was thinking about the man that had made love to me and how I had enjoyed it. I wanted him to make love to me again. I felt his enormous cock jump in my hand. I wanted to let Curt know that it was all right. So I lowered my head to his lap. His cock was so hot, the head was so long and pointed it was so smooth I loved the way it felt in my mouth. Slowly very slowly my mouth washed up and down his cock. I felt a quiver and felt the cock grow harder the balls pulled up under the shaft. He was so close to cumming for me. I lifted my head from his cock and said, “Curt lets go up stairs where we can be more comfortable.” “ Sure mom, I would like that.” Hand in hand we waked up stairs. I pulled my night gown off. We stood toe to toe feeling the naked body of the other. Curt pushed me to the bed. I fell softly across the bed. Curt lowered his head to between my legs. I opened my legs wide for him so he could get his mouth tight against my wet cunt. “Curt baby lick Mom’s cunt. Lick my cunt baby, make me cum for you.” I was not thinking I was just responding to how I felt at the time. I was feeling a new kind of excitement, a new kind of sexual lust. I wanted my son, not just a rapist, I wanted my son to love me. More I wanted his cock inside me and I wanted to feel the lust I felt after that first night. Night Adventures Even before Curt could bring me to a climax I pulled him up over me and opened my legs wider for him to get between. His cock was so hard and I was so wet he was in me fully. He raised and lowered himself plunging in to me deeper and deeper. I was in heaven, what a wonderful lover he was, what a wonderful son he was. I locked my legs around his ass so tight he could hardly move and still I managed to jerk as I climaxed. That wild jerking drove Curt over the edge and we came together. He flooded me and I washed his handsome cock with my juices. We were both a mess and a wonderful mess it was too. I clung to him and he to me for a long time. Then he said, “ Mom, do you for give me? “ Without hesitation I said, “ Of course son, I love you and I understand fully.” “Mom, I have to get home now and I think to night will be great for Connie and I. She has noticed that we are doing better lately so tonight I think she will get all I have to offer love and love. If you know what I mean.?” I did. We got up and Curt dressed as he did I told him about my ranger friend. He said, he was happy for me and hoped it worked out. I said I did too. Curt turned back at the door and ask “ Mom, I hope I can come back again, with your blessing.” Yes son what ever you want. But if my ranger comes over maybe you better call first. Curt laughed and left. I was not at all unhappy with how this worked out. I could see where I had the best of two worlds. In the morning I would call my ranger and ask him over. If it all worked out maybe some day Curt and his wife could double date with us. Now there is a thought. Night After the Bar I may have been drunk, but I was sober enough to wonder how I had gotten myself into such a position. Last I remember, I was at the club, Black Lacy's, stood up and drinking at the bar all by my lonesome when a girl in black slacks and a silk button down shirt gives me the eye from across the way. She's slender and flat-chested, but I'm drunk and horny, my date's nowhere to be found, and the beat of the music is starting to pound away in my pants, so I figure, what the hell, might as well give her a go and see what happens. Lucky me, even, she gets a little impatient, and sidles over to me before I decide to make a move myself. Cut through a drive I don't remember, and I find myself at her place, her short blond hair brushing against my face, her body driving the remnants of the club rhythm against my hips, and my back against the sticky black leather of a couch in the smoky living room of a house I don't recognize. What little part of my brain that isn't inundated with booze is beginning to wonder if maybe this chick isn't a little too flat-chested, when her sultry voice gives form to the nagging doubts I had niggling at the back of my brain since the beginning: "Say, not bad for your first time with a boy," came the smirky voice, breathed soft and sultry against my ear. The booze was enough I even sill thought I heard a girl's voice before I processed the too-deep resonance of her tone and realized I was in maybe a little too deep for my own good. Something in my heart rebelled, but clearly, my head really didn't seem to mind, full on hard and getting harder at the thought of where I was and where I was going. Enough doubt remained, though, that my lips paused before another kiss. "She" took the time to smile, fiddling my belt out of its loop and licking the tip of my nose. I felt my fingers fumble at my belt buckle, trying in vain to put it back into place, but such a dexterous movement was outside my range of capability at this point, and besides, something else in me kept pushing forward, urging the still unwilling parts of me to give in to the moment and just let whatever would happen, happen. Another smirk played across "her" lips, and I began to notice the contours of her face were, while feminine, not female, and her slender hips were, in fact, the hips of a young man. The thought of what lay between the legs that had been, until now, grinding enthusiastically against me was enough to bring my own body to a full stop, and my eyes closed unconsciously at the realization of my situation. Even closed, though, I saw the outline of his feminine face, smiling that confident smirk, his soft eyes parting the defenses around my desire to reveal a truth I still refused to acknowledge. "My, my, but aren't we a cock tease..." he giggled, "Not ten minutes ago, you were chomping at the bit to get to my place and have some fun fucking, and now you're playing coy like a little virgin girl." The comparison only made me harder. This was, indeed, my first time with a man, an experience I never thought possible, but the reality of my current place, on my back, under a feminine looking man, and hard as a rock at the thought of what he would do to me, thrust itself between what I had thought I was incapable of doing and what I was currently being forced to do. Not forced, even, what I wanted to do. What I was still unable to bring myself to do. My voice could not reply, but my face went full flush, giving him all the answer he needed. "Oh, I see, I see... You will need a little prompting, I think. Just like a virgin slut, indeed." He giggled again, grabbing my wrists and pushing them above my head. "There is no need to rush... Little sluts like you always give up what I want in the end." I felt my eyes quiver as he stared into them. I tried to meet his gaze, to match the steely resolve that was in his grey eyes with all I could muster. But I felt the tension of our contest building not only between the two inches separating our faces, but also between my legs, hardening from the limpid enthusiasm of a drunken man looking to get laid into a raging desire to come, by whatever means necessary, as soon as possible. Right then, I knew I would give everything he wanted to him. It didn't matter how much I resisted, it didn't matter how much I tried to convince myself this wasn't what I wanted. In that locking of eyes, he broke a critical link in my armor, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he stripped the rest of it away. "That's better. I don't like it when my toys are too pliable. It's good that you give a little back. It makes it more fun for me when I push all of your resistance away until you are begging me out of blind desire from my cock," here, he licked my nose again, "and I will not be satisfied until you do. Now. Kiss me, you little bitch." His lips pressed against mine, overwhelming any attempts at resistance I might have given. My lips hardened at the intrusion, but his tongue blithely slid between them, pushing warm and wet into my mouth. I felt my cheeks soften, embracing his face in return. He pulled away, and paused, his eyes commanding what didn't need to be said, and my head plunged towards him, desperate for another locking of lips. We kissed for a full minute, his tongue thrusting into and out of my mouth, before he began nibbling at my neck, plying my skin with his teeth. My arms tensed against his, but remained immobile, increasing the tension I felt building in my belly. Moans escaped my freed lips, and he returned the cries with increasing enthusiasm. Finally, he let go my hands, but instead of obeying the feeble attempts of brain at regaining control, they wrapped around his head, pressing him into the crest of my shoulder. At some point undefined, my shirt came off, flung to the end of the couch, and a feeble shriek escaped my lips as he flicked the tip of my nipple with his tongue. He sucked and bit at the aureole, teasing me with his teeth, then washing down my belly with wet lips and a forceful tongue. My skin rippled at his attentions, and when he found an especially sensitive point - to the side between my belly button and my hip - he slowed with languorous licking, funneling fire from my belly to my brain. Every second he stayed there, my mind slipped away from me, girlish whimpering escaping my mouth every other moment. But then, right when I thought I could not get more heated, he stopped. I began to catch my breath, and soon regained enough composure to look at him to try and figure out what he wanted. His face returned my gaze with a curious, quizzical look. I teased the back of his neck with my fingers, trying to get him to start up again, but he refused. Seconds ticked away as we stared each other down again. I thought I should have been getting softer, but instead, the anticipation only served to increase my desire. I wanted him to do something, anything, I even considered pushing myself upon him, to return the experience he had just given me. At such ideas, though, I still hesitated, and so I waited for his lead. "Well, you're not saying no, but you're still not saying yes," he sighed. I was confused at this. Hadn't all my body had done told him what I wanted? What more could he possibly expect from me? "You still don't get it, I see... I said you would give yourself to me, that you would beg me to push myself onto you, but you are still acting half-assed and coy about the whole situation. In my experience, there can only be one reason for this. Somehow, someway, you still imagine that, between you and me, you are still the man, and I am the woman. And, in my experience, there is only one way to fix this." He got off of me, and stood up, back straight, but relaxed, still fully clothed. "Get up," he said in a calm voice. It was hardly even a command, just a simple statement. I could only get up, hearing such a phrase like that. "Now, your pants. Take them off." Again, I could not hesitate. My belt buckle flapped as I undid the button and dropped my pants. He did not even need to tell me my undershorts needed to go as well. I saw him chuckle as I performed without being told, and my cock popped out, at full attention, plain for all to see. He smiled at the sight. "Well, I can see why you're proud of yourself. It is a rather impressive cock." My lips curled up at the compliment, and he continued on, "Yes, it is a nice cock. In fact," he got on his knees before me, "I wouldn't mind sucking on such a thing myself." My shock at his statement was cut short by the expert flicking of his tongue at the head of my penis, almost bringing me to my knees. A gasp escaped my lips and my head lolled back on my shoulders as he pressed his tongue around my shaft, then taking the whole of me into his mouth and sucking, a long slow vacuum pulling the blood out of my body and concentrating it into the sweet pain building in my penis. I wanted to pump into him, thrust into his throat, but he stayed there, holding the suction longer than any human could. I began to lose track of time as my cock continued to engorge itself, and soon, even without any movements, I felt as though I needed to come just because his mouth wanted to suck it out of me. Finally, he let go, and I realized my hands were clinging again to the back of his head, this time pressing him towards the base of my cock. I looked down to see if he was still impressed, but instead, I saw him regarding me as though my cock were nothing more than a chew toy for a dog. His casual smirk jerked upwards again as he rose to his feet. "Well, while it is a nice cock, I'm afraid you have no business being the man of this pairing." He replied to my look of confusion by removing his shirt, button by button, revealing his sculpted chest and abs. Every button made my cock twitch, but then, when he removed his pants, I saw already why he had said what he had said. Even without taking off his underwear, I could see he was substantially larger than me, to the point that my penis hardly looked like a penis at all. I thought that my cock should immediately shrivel in embarrassment, but instead it continued to harden, as if trying to match the monstrosity that hung before me. As soon as he was fully unclothed, though, I could see that there was no comparison. At that point, my cock hardened, not out of competition, but out of desire. "Oh my, but your eyes look hungry, my little toy. It should be clear to you where you stand, now, my precious... oh!" His eyes lit up, "In fact, I think you shouldn't be standing at all. What you thought was a penis is really no more than a little clit. Only bitches have little clits like that, and bitches don't deserve to stand on their feet. Now, get down on your knees like a good little slut, and be the bitch that you know you are." I hesitated, not out of confusion or anger, but at the cold truth thrown in my face at that moment. What he was saying was not just dirty talk from a man wanting to get me horny, but truth. Even from the beginning, I could not bring myself to meet him on my terms; he had to come to me. Our entire encounter, he was the one in charge, giving commands to me as though I were little more than a dog, playing at being a man for his amusement. The shock was enough I did not drop to my knees because he told me to, but because it was where I knew I should have been. He smiled down at me, his cock taking almost all of my view. He was perfectly shaven, from head to toe, and his balls hovered just above my face, taunting me, practically telling me to suck them. There was no denying myself any longer. Now with his manhood dangling in front of me, all I could do was take it into my mouth. I opened myself, and moved towards him, ready to take it all in. But instead, he pulled away, frowning in disapproval. "Little bitches do not do anything because they want to... little bitches do things because their master tells them to. I can tell you know you are a little bitch, but you haven't yet been house broken. So, what does my little bitch want to do?" I stammered a reply, "I... I want to suck your cock..." "Not good enough!" he replied sharply. He slapped my face with his cock and asked again, "What does my little bitch want to do?" I replied as forcefully as I could, "I want to suck your cock!" He slapped my face with his cock again, "Little bitches do not call themselves 'I' and they certainly do not address me as 'you!' Now! What does my little bitch want to do?" This last exhortation ripped the reply out of me, "This little bitch wants to suck its Master's cock!" Again he slapped me, and again he shouted "Again!" "This little bitch wants to suck its Master's cock!" I practically screamed it, this time, but again, and again, time after time until finally tears began to stream down my face, my throat choked with sobs, I fell on all fours. Finally, there, I whimpered an almost silent beg: "Please, Master.... I'll do anything... Just let this little bitch suck on Master's cock.... Please..." I felt his body move towards my prostrate form. I looked up and saw him smiling down at me. "Now that's a good little slut. You may kiss my balls." I did as I was told, almost joyously kissing one ball and then the other, and when I pulled away, and asked me, "And who are you?" My reply was instantaneous, "This little bitch is my Master's slut!" "And what will my little slut do for my cock?" "Anything, Master! Anything!" "Very good, bitch. But your training isn't done yet. Right now, you only want my cock. When we are done tonight, though... You will need it." At that moment, he thrust himself into my mouth, and I almost gagged at the size of him forcing into me. His thrusts were not harsh, but they were solid, each one reinforcing what he had told me, what I had been learning this whole night: I was a bitch, his slut, and his word was my command, not because I was a bitch, not because I was a slut, but because I would do anything to taste the salty sweetness of his cock, oozing pre-cum into my mouth, hammering my desire into my cheek, into my throat. His thrusts began to become more powerful, more desperate. The tip of his cock swelled, and I could tell his come was building in his cock, the pressure increasing until he was ready to burst. My cock had barely been touched this whole time, and I was ready to come, so I was hardly surprised that he was on the brink. I began to pump my head, wanting, needing, to push him over the edge. Suddenly, everything became a blur, and there was only the sensation of my submission as he came jets into my mouth. My tongue and throat was coated with a sticky sweetness, gushing into me, spilling out of the corners of my lips as I choked on all the semen he was pumping into my face. I continued pumping furiously until I felt the last spurts of his cock calm, then finally gasped for breath once he had finished, come streaming out of my mouth down the side of my chin. While I sucked breath into my screaming lungs, he slapped my face a few times with his cock tracing my cheek with cum. It was at that moment I realized he was not spent. His cock was noticeably softer, but still full, ready for another go. My eyes leapt up to his, and I saw his casual smirk, almost condescending, keeping me in place, on all fours. Not that he needed to tell me to stay there. "That was a good first try, my bitch. But you are still not completely housebroken yet. I see you dripping on my carpet without permission... a little excited pup that doesn't know what to do with itself... Still, a little thing like that can be forgiven, so long as I know you understand..." He didn't need to continue. I knew my Master needed to come again, but more than that, I knew what I needed. I needed him, his cock, all of him pressing into me. Where ever he wanted to push into was his, so long as I could feel again the joy of knowing his wonderful cock. I cut him off, "Please, Master, this little bitch is yours! Please, this little bitch needs its Master's cock!" Smiling, he strode behind me, spreading the cheeks of my ass, stretching my hole for his approval or disapproval. "Yes," he said, "This little bitch will do nicely." He reached around and smeared the semen off my face and onto his hands. Then he wiped my asshole, lubricating me for his entrance. Instinctively, my face pressed to the floor and I lifted my hips as far as they could into the air. My asshole lusted for him inside of it, needed to be filled with his cock. I jerked as he spanked my left cheek in approval, and then pressed the tip of his cock against my anus. Again, I instinctively relaxed. Right at that point, he pressed into me, a long, slow thrust, giving me time to stretch around him, to feel the fullness of his girth. While I was surprised that my ass could stretch to take him, I soon felt that my mind was also full to bursting... and he wasn't even fully inside of me yet. Centimeter after centimeter he pushed in, pausing to let my ass stretch for him, then pushing, pausing and pushing. Every centimeter, my mind slipped again. As my ass filled, my lust increased, pushing all conscious thought out of my mind. And then, his cock slid against my prostate. I lost it. I knew he wasn't done pushing into me, but I couldn't wait. My hips acted on their own, thrusting backwards until my ass cheeks pressed against his groin. He smacked my ass again, "Little sluts will learn to wait their turn!" he shouted. But I could tell he had also been pushed past a point of no return. His hips started thrusting, a slow hypnotic motion, sliding rhythmically against my prostate, filling the inside of my belly then emptying it again, thrust after thrust. My face buried itself into the carpet, moaning again and again, "Please, this little bitch needs your cock," as his hips slapped against my cheeks, and our balls crashed into each other beat after beat. His chest curled against my back, and finally he himself slid out of control, and he cried out as his pace quickened. I felt his hand wrap around my cock, pumping furiously to the beat of his hips. My ears were filled with the sound of his moaning, calling me bitch, slut, whore, even calling himself my Daddy, but even to that, I could only respond "Faster, harder... please, please, yes, faster, yes yes!" until finally I came, after all the teasing, my come burst out of me. Even on all fours, I buckled at the force of it, but still he wasn't done. I cam until there seemed nothing left to come, but his furious pounding kept up and I hardened and came again, then again once more, until, at last, he jerked forward, convulsing into a primal cry of joy as his come emptied out into my ass, a spurt that seemed to last almost a minute, then he collapsed on top of me. We lay there, exhausted, for I don't know how long. As he rolled off of me, I felt his tool slide out, still slick from the jets of come he sprayed into me. I got up on all fours again, then looked over to his quiet face, his body glistening with sweat, his cock covered with spunk. And even then, no longer drunk, no longer horny, I gazed at his cock, hearing the voice inside of me crying "Yes, Master, this little bitch needs its Master's cock!" And my body responded as it knew it should. I crawled over, nuzzled his groin, then began to lick his cock clean. Then, once it was cleaned and slick with my spit, I heard him say, "That's a good little bitch.." And when I looked back, I saw his cock growing again. And I felt my little clit surge at the sight. Night After the Opera Jenna had prepared herself as Sir James had ordered. She had bathed in the jasmine scented oil that was his favorite scent. After the long luxurious soak she shaved all parts of her body till she was completely smooth. All hair had been removed form her under arms, her legs and arms and of course her pussy. There wasn't even a hint of stubble so exacting had she shaven. She examined her reflection in the full-length mirror. She never understood Sir James' attraction to her. Thinking to her self, "Here I am 200 lbs. My measurements are 50-43-52 and very plump. Why me?" Sitting down on the stool that was perched on a raised dais Jenna continued to muse over Sir James' choice of her for his special attention. He only says that he loves my attitude then usually adds he likes a girl with some heft. Positioned for what seemed an eternity she remained on the stool with her legs spread wide open, pussy fully exposed in accordance to his wishes. The turning of the brass doorknob heralded the entrance of Sir James. Dressed in a tuxedo he approached the dais. He took her chin in his manicured hand and gently lifted Jenna's face towards his. "How is my pet? I trust you are prepared fully for tonight." After addressing you he gently kissed your lips and then stepped back to appraise the scene. "Yes I think that will do splendidly." James's hand quickly inspected your body running his fingers over your armpits, calves and your quim. "I see you're a moist little slut. Remember no orgasms till I tell you." Grabbing the back of your head with a fistful of your long blonde hair he asserted his control before plunging his index again into your dank pussy. He was reassured that you were as hairless as possible and sniffed the air to appreciated the jasmine scent that emanated from your body. "The guest will be arriving shortly." Then James walked to the light panel and turned the lights on. The blazing light hurt you eyes and caused you to squint. You can make out the small cocktail tables that surround the dais. The floor is wooden and is polished to a high gloss. The lights are dimmed except for the intense spotlight that centers on you. It increases that feeling of exposure that you find so exhilarating. Sir James crosses once more towards you and you see the silken cords clutched in his hand. "Stand!" he orders. Without hesitation you respond remaining silent. Your hands are bound together. Then your feet are spread apart and he shackles your ankles. A long pole is placed between your feet then attached to the leg shackles making it impossible to close your legs. Another rope is lowered from the ceiling then tied to the rope encircling your wrist. A few quick pulls and your arms are hoisted over your head. You know the position. Sir James has named it the Triangle of Submission. You cannot move, you cannot run. You are totally under his control and you adore him for it. "Feeling better? Good! Now I have something else for you." Your eyes watch as he retrieves from his tux inside pocket a spiked collar and leash. Your breathing becomes more erratic as Sir James buckles the collar in place around your neck letting the leash dangle between your pendulous breast. "Well?" "Thank you master. I'm truly honored." You answer with eyes down cast wondering just what lies ahead for the evening. . I'm truly honored." Your pussy is starting to drip. "Ah, the guest are arriving." He says as he turns on his heel and walks toward the door. "Welcome everyone, each and all. Find a seat, enjoy the champagne and get comfortable." Squinting against the bright spot you try to determine how may people are here. There must be at least 35 or 50 by the sounds of the voices. You notice that everyone is dressed to the nines. Tuxedos and silk and taffeta gowns were derigeur. Everyone is, but you. Naked. Exposed. Restrained. Then you remember that the opera was tonight. "Carmen". Looks like I'm the late show you think wryly to yourself. "May I have your attention please. Allow me to present my pet "Jenna". She is here for your pleasure. You may fondle, probe her orifices, cum on her she wishes and I command that everyone have fun." Sir James bowed to the audience and then sauntered off stage. People came up in small groups. An elderly woman with bejeweled veiny hands grabbed your left nipple and then lifted your breast by that same nipple. She inspected your heavy tit lifting the nipple higher then released the tit letting it fall back into place. Others caressed your skin. Some rubbed your now swollen clit. It was hard to keep track so many hands were at play. Someone had parted your heavy white buttocks then began rimming your asshole. The sensation was wonderful then a finger slowly wormed its way into your ass. As the champagne flowed the probing and caressing became more daring. The audience had been slowly removing their clothes and you could see erections everywhere you looked. The old lady who earlier had played with your tit began jacking off her husband a fat balding man about 60 years or older. He was positioned directly in front of you. His wife talked as she jacked him off. " That's it Herbert come all over this little fuck-slut. Spurt a load right on her." He didn't need much encouragement because he shot a hot spray of jism all over your rounded belly. His wife then rubbed his cock on your thigh cleaning off the remaining cum. You stared at the cum as it dripped off your belly and down your leg. You noticed a few of the more elderly guys either soloing or having a female jerk them off. All their dicks were pointed at you. Blobs of white gooey cum splattered on your skin. "Oh yeah Honey. You're a wonderful little slut." Or "Here I cum Bitch." Echoed around you as your head began to spin becoming woozy from the erotic stimulation. Another woman had been fingering your cunt. Normally you are straight but her technique was considerate and you had to fight the impulse not to cum. Then someone stuck his tongue in your mouth as the clit play continued. His kisses were rough not painful, but aggressive. He massaged your tits in the same manner. Suddenly a penis was shoved into your wet cunt causing you to gasp. The guy came after only a few shoves. As he exited you felt his cum drip out. The woman who had been playing with your clit now sucked on your right breast. With the man roughly kissing you, the woman sucking your tit and playing with your clit another man started fucking your cunt. It was all too much. You tried to hold back but you just couldn't and an orgasm rocked you causing your knees to buckle. "Wait!" Sir James ordered. "I believe our little tramp had an orgasm without permission. "Is that true Jenna?" You bite your lower lip and answered quietly, "Yes, I'm sorry." You apologized again. "Hmmm." He considered. " I guess we need to punish you for that indiscretion." A small padded platform on wheels was brought forth. You were manhandled and placed on your back upon the narrow bed. Your hands were released and dangled at your side. Your head lay supported over the topside edge. Sir James secured the leash to the platform allowing hardly any movement of your head except to tip it backward. The bar between your legs was pulled back and hoisted up so you assumed the shape of the letter L lying on its back with your legs forming a V shape. In this way your mouth, tits, ass and cunt were fully exposed and now ready to submit to the whims of the guest. Sir James held your face. "You really have been a naughty little bitch. And so you must pay." He smiled sweetly and then flourished a large flat leather paddle. "Its really for your own good." He reassured you. No matter how many times you get spanked the first swat is a shocker, but also the best. The crack of the paddle against your big fat ass was just that. "Uhhh!" you moaned. "Ah, ah! Absolutely no sound. Do you understand Jenna?" He paused. " Do you?" You nodded your head as best you could and submitted to the blows. The flesh of your ass glowed red. The moisture of your pussy dripped like a tap. An orgasm, just a tiny one slipped out without any notice from Sir James as he continued the methodic spanking. Satisfied that you had learnt your lesson he stood back to admire his work. A smattering of applause and laughter whirled round the room. He then removed his tux coat. "I believe that our fuck slut is waiting and willing to serve now. I invite you now to have your way with her." With that said Sir James drained his champagne flute and quickly refilled it again. He then sat in a medieval style chair and watched the show unfold. Men began rubbing their erections over your body. It seemed that your hand was continually jerking off someone. Two men had managed to stick their hard cocks into your mouth at once. While they fucked your mouth they kissed each other passionately. They began cumming within minutes of their entry. The torrent of sperm made you gag but being a hot little slut you sucked them with abandon. The smell of sex was everywhere. One of the women, a younger girl really, had knelt down and was sucking on your swollen clit as she worked her little fuck hole with her right middle finger. She would plunge her nose into your vagina and inhale deeply then start licking again. Then you felt a big dick slipped into your cunt. "How's that feel sweetie?" asked the girl as her boyfriend stared to pound your pussy harder. Not answering as instructed you managed a smile until the cum from the guy beating off near you cheek splattered into your eye. This seemed to have started a frenzy of jerking off. Everyone was aiming at your face and tits. "Eat this bitch." "Lick this load slut!" "Yeah here it is you fuck-slut" Echoed in your ears as you felt cum ejaculated all over you. Loads were landing in your hair, your face and your chest and the big dick guy keep up the hard thrusting. You were having much difficulty maintaining any control and slipped over the edge as a thunderous orgasm rushed through you. Sir James was laughing very loudly over your predicament. He knew you adored being a wanton slut and he was about to let you do just that. "O.K. my plump little whore. I think it's time you let loose. I hereby give you permission to talk and to beg for what you truly want." The guest stood by silently. Then you spoke. "Fuck my hot pussy as many as want it I'll fuck till no one can cum anymore tonight." "Good. That's my little slut bucket." Sir James then released the leash so that you could move freely and then unshackled your ankles. The globs of cum oozed from your dripping snatch as you righted yourself and then stood up. You pushed the hair from your face and felt the sticky cum residue. Rubbing some off your fingers you licked the jism sucking your fingers clean. You then bent over presenting your posterior to the audience and shouted, "This fucking pussy is ready for any and all hard dicks." Then you grabbed your ankles to better prepare for the onslaught. A rapid succession of men entered your waiting pussy depositing load after load of thick cum. You thrilled at the notion that you were alone the center of their lust. You alone were their fuck slut. You alone were the whore cunt that accepted gleefully their rich loads of spunk. As you were being rimmed by one of the guest you spied Sir James removing all his clothes. His erection sprang free from the confines of his underwear. You really adored his penis. It felt right for you. Neither too large nor too small his man-tool seemed a near perfect fit. He circled behind your waiting ass. Pushing the rimming guest aside he rubbed the orbs of your heavy ass gently. He kneaded the heavy flesh with his strong hands. Taking the leash into his hand and Sir James pulled back your head. "My lovely whore-slave you have done so admirably this evening. I believe you are due for a little reward. What say you my honored guest?" He asked the circling crowd. A ringing murmur of consent echoed around the room. "Good. Then our guest stud should enter now." All eyes turned towards the man who strolled towards you and Sir James. He was not handsome or particularly tall however he had an erection that was at least 12 inches long and around 3 inches thick. His balls hung low and swayed as he walked. Your eyes grew wide as he waved his prick in your face. He then started by rubbing the cum globs on your face with his glans. Then he traced your lips. Having never experienced such a monster you were in awe and were content just to enjoy the scene. Then he grabbed a hand full of your blonde hair and forced the huge cock into your willing mouth and into your throat. He moved his cock in and out in a fucking motion causing his scrotum to smack against your chin. As you gagged on the cock Sir James took his fingertips and stuck them into your sperm laden cunt. He then took the mixture and lubricated your anal sphincter. After he applied some spit to the tip of his dick you felt the pressure of his cock enter your tight asshole. You tried first to scream, but the cock in your mouth had advanced further and all you could managed was a muffled gagging sound. Then as you tried to move away you felt hands holding your arms tightly. Sir James gripped firmly your wide hips keeping the leash wrapped around his hand. Sir James began to fuck you in earnest. Nothing polite, nothing sweet just a relentless ass pounding that caused you a mixture of pain and pleasure. You felt as though the penis heads would meet somewhere in the middle of your body if this kept up. The mouthfucking speed up as did that asssplitting fuck you were receiving. You started to begin to swoon. The heat in your loins was reaching a boiling point. The next thing you knew the large dick man moaned and a geyser of thick man juice sprayed your tonsils. You then began your orgasmic spasm, which caused your ass to clamp down. Sir James screamed out, "Oh you lovely fucking bitch! I'm cumming. Ughhh!" He emptied his cum filled balls into your ass but kept up a slow fucking. After your second orgasm the motion stopped. The big dick was pulled from your mouth with a pop. And James withdrew his softening penis as you sunk to the floor. You lay quietly on the floor for some time. Sir James lifted you in his arms as you tucked your head into his chest. He carried you from the now empty room and laid you softly into the warm waters of a waiting bath. Gently he began washing your face and body telling you over and over again about his regard and love for you. Your reward now was complete. The audition was a success. You are content for you are now the property and lifetime slave whore of Sir James the Rose. Night After Work This is one the first stories I have ever submitted for public viewing, so any and all comments or feedback would be greatly appreciated. Please send your comments to be at the contact link on my profile. Flaming will be promptly ignored and deleted, so please don't bother. Read and enjoy. * Zeke walked through the door of the house he shared with his girlfriend. He had had a fairly decent day at work in the warehouse, not too light, but certainly not too heavy of a workload. It was Friday, and he was more than glad to have a nice weekend to look forward to. He decided that he was going to watch a movie that he had been anticipating while he waited for his girlfriend to get home from work. He was nestled with his back against supported by a pillow against the headboard of their bed, wrapped in a warm and soft blanket when he heard the front door open. Now he knew her pretty well, so he could tell simply by how she had opened the door, that she had had a pretty rough day at work. She tossed her stuff on the table next to the door and walked into the family room. He looked up from his show and smiled that small reassuring smile that he knew she loved so much. "Welcome home sweety." He said to her, meeting her gaze. She returned both the smile and the greeting, but was obviously very stressed and tired from work. She went into her walk-in closet and he heard the sounds of her changing clothes. He knew what he could do that might cheer her up, but he decided on a more subtle approach based on her fatigue. She came out dressed in only a t-shirt and shorts, despite the cold. She left and went into the kitchen, and shortly after emerged with a drink for both of them. She set them both on the table beside his side of the bed. He thanked her for the drink, and slowly unwrapped the blanket surrounding him and opened his arms, smiling reassuringly. He was wearing next to nothing under the blanket, because of how hot and sweaty he would be if he were. She saw what he had in mind and smiled moving her hands to her sides. She moved them to the bottom of her shirt and quickly lifted it over her head and tossed it to the side. The sight of her beautiful breasts barely contained in her bra made his heart skip a beat. She approached him, and turned, lowering herself to sit in front of him. He spread his legs as she nudged her way in between them. He closed his arms around her then. She let out an audible sigh of relief and contentment as he enclosed her in his warm and loving embrace. He bent his head to lightly kiss her neck. He then lifted his chin to lightly rest it on the top of her head as they then together watched the movie. It was some time later when she laid her head against the hollow beneath his shoulder and was soon breathing steadily, asleep. Not long after that, his movie ended, and he carefully reached for the remote, being careful not to wake her. He turned the volume down and flipped it to another movie. It went on and off like that for a couple hours, while she slept soundly. Every now and again he would brush his hand over her cheek, or lift a stray hair from her face. A few hours after she fell asleep, she finally stirred. She sleepily lifted her head from his shoulder and turned to him, opening her mouth. He lifted a finger and pressed it against her lips. "No need to apologize sweetheart, how was your nap?" He asked softly. She nodded and smiled. "It was great hun. It was just what I needed." She slowly lifted herself off the bed and turned to him. "I am going to take a bath. Would you like to join me?" "Hm, yes, I would like to join you." He said as he quickly lifted himself off the bed and to his feet. She offered her hand to him, which he took willingly, allowing her to lead him to the bathroom. As the pair entered, he turned to the jacuzzi, turning his back to her, he turned the taps on and kept his hand under it until he found a satisfactory hot temperature. He shook his hand dry, and stood up straight again and turned. His breath caught once more when he saw that she had already stripped down while he was messing with the jacuzzi. The sight of her naked body almost made his jaw drop, and it took him a little bit to realize that he was staring. She didn't seem to notice however, being as she was gathering the soaps and shampoos she wanted to use. He shook his head to clear his mind. It was going to be very hard for him to be subtle the way this was going. He quickly removed his boxers, and moved over to her, reaching to take her hand in his. He led her over to the jacuzzi, and lifted a foot to step in, but had to second step it due to the hot temperature of the water. "Perfect." He said cheerfully. He quickly stepped in with his other foot, and continued to hold her hand, making sure she didn't slip as she got in. Then, first he, followed by she, slowly lowered themselves into the hot water, each letting out a loud sigh once they finally sat down, letting the chest high water envelope them. He leaned his back against the back of the side of the jacuzzi, and she followed suit and moved her body backwards, leaning against him. His arms instinctively moved around her. The two of them lay there for what seemed like a blissful eternity, simply listening to each other breathe and enjoying the feeling of the hot water combined with the close contact. He was the first one to move, as he reached one hand out to grab the bottle of shampoo she had picked out. His other hand lingered on her stomach. She saw him grab the shampoo, and sat up straight, giving him easier access to her hair. He used his one hand to open the shampoo, while he let his other glide along her stomach to her hips, to her back, then glide up her spine. After pouring some of the shampoo into his hand, he placed both his hands on her head, and began rubbing, until it soaped up fully. He then placed his hands gently on her shoulders. He eased her forward while leaning her back, until just her face was above the water. He lifted a knee to brace her head, so that she didn't have to. Meanwhile, his hands scrubbed vigorously to wash all the shampoo from her hair. He could not resist the urge with her in this position to lean forward, and kiss her ever-so-lightly on the lips. He let his lips linger for a brief moment, before easing her back up. He repeated the same motions with the conditioner, right down to that feather-light kiss on her soft lips. Once her hair was nice and clean, he eased her up and back again, allowing her to lean against him once more. He then reached his hands out and grabbed the soap she had picked out, as well as a washcloth. He rubbed the soap into the cloth until it was nice and sudsy. Then he eased her up once more, and placed the cloth onto her shoulders. He then carefully proceeded to run the cloth up and down her back, using a subtle but firm pressure. She sighed softly as she felt him both washing her, and subtly massaging out some of the kinks in her back. Once he was satisfied with his work, he gently leaned her back against him once more. He reached around her with his hands and quickly soaped up the cloth with the soap once more. This time however he placed it on the skin just above her breasts, but below her neck. He felt a quiver of anticipation run through her as she realized what was coming next. Once again his hands started to cleanse and massage her. Back and forth, they glided across her body, slowly easing down over her breasts. He felt her jump when the soaped up cloth touched her nipples, and he stopped, and waited for her to calm down once more. He then continued his motions, gliding across her chest and down her stomach, not missing a spot, even as the cloth disappeared beneath the surface of the water. His pace slowed as he neared her pussy, and his touch lightened, he knew how sensitive and aroused she would be, and didn't want to over-stimulate her. He slowly and lightly washed her between her legs, then lifted the cloth out of the water and laid it on the side of the jacuzzi. He then took a breath as he leaned a bit farther back against the jacuzzi side, steadying himself for what he knew was coming next. She was half-sitting on him and half-laying against him, a position which put her neck just below his chin. His hands moved slowly from where they had been resting on her stomach, and they slowly glided up her skin, slowing as they reached the swell of her voluptuous breasts. His chin lowered then, softly nuzzling against her neck, which caused her to emit a soft moan. While he nuzzled her neck, he let his hands glide up and around her breasts, gliding ever-so-lightly over the soft and sensitive skin on the side of them. He made slow circles around them with his fingertips as his hands slowly crept to their destination. As the palms of his hands glided across her rock hard nipples, she gasped and instinctively pushed her breasts into his knowing hands. He cupped his hands over her nipples, gently squeezing, kneading, massaging, pinching, and rolling. His hands worked simultaneously, each one gently showing it's appreciation to the breast it was holding. She started to slowly thrust her chest forward and back, bucking into his loving hands. He knew what that meant, and slowly let his hands glide back down her soft skin to her hips. He then helped her as she eased herself into a kneeling position. She grabbed a towel and laid it between her arms and the hard side of the jacuzzi. She turned back to look at him then, nodding her approval as she straightened her back and lifted her ass a bit out of the water. His gaze had asked her the question that she had answered wordlessly. He moved himself to kneel behind her, raising himself a bit higher than she was. One hand moved to his cock, which had gotten quite hard, despite the effects of the water. His other hand moved to her hip. He slowly pulled her back as he guided his cock to the entrance of her ass. Slowly and carefully, he pushed his cock, until it had just barely penetrated, then both his hands moved to her hips. With a slow and steady push, he eased himself into her until he was fully inside her. As one they let out a moan as he penetrated her fully. He paused briefly then, moving his knees a bit closer to her. He then lowered his upper body, letting his chest rub gently against her back as he started to move his hips back and forth. His hot breath tickled the back of her neck as his cock glided back and forth inside her ass. Soon she began to thrust her hips back to meet his thrust, matching his pace thrust for thrust. his hands meanwhile, had glided around her hips from her ass, and were resting just above her throbbing pussy. As he fucked her, he let his hands move down a bit more, softly stroking her clit with one, and lowering his other one even more until one of his fingers was just barely touching her pussy lips. She let out a loud gasp as she felt his hands touch both her pussy and her clit. He increased the speed of his stroking of her clit to match the pace of his cock in her ass, and slowly pushed first one, then two, and finally three fingers inside her hot wet pussy. He then moved both his hands and his cock at the same pace, finger fucking her with one hand, vigorously rubbing her clit with the other, while his cock was rapidly fucking her ass. With each thrust and stroke of everything touching and inside her, she let out a loud gasping moan, her whole body alive with sensations. Faster and faster he fucked and rubbed, knowing it would not take long before the combined sensations overwhelmed her. More than anything he wanted to cum with her, and have them both riding out their climaxes at the same time. He knew he would not have to wait long, because he could already feel her pussy getting hotter and wetter with each stoke. He was grateful for this as he could already feel his own body building deep within him. He picked up the pace of his vigorous fucking and rubbing of all of her intimate places, moving faster and faster as he felt his orgasm building until it was deep within his balls. The pitch of her voice was rising higher and higher, letting him know she was almost there. He was fucking her as fast and hard as he could, when finally he felt himself reach the peak of his orgasm as her ass and pussy clench tight around his invading digits. As one they threw back their heads and let out primal cries of pure lust and passion, as with one final thrust, he shoved his cock deep within her as she shoved her ass violently back to meet him. His fully enlarged cock gushed pulse after pulse of his hot cum deep inside her ass while her pussy gushed her own juices onto and around his fingers, while still coating both of their inner thighs in her juices. He continued his rapid fucking and rubbing of her, riding out both of their releases, which only heightened both of their orgasms even more. Once all the juices had finally stopped gushing both into and out of her, he buried his cock in her ass one last time, and collapsed upon her back while she collapsed onto her towel on the side of the jacuzzi. Both of them were breathing heavily, and a thin sheen of sweat was covering their upper bodies. How long they rested in that position, with her resting against the side of the jacuzzi and him resting on top of her they did not know, nor care for that matter. Eventually, he began to think he was getting too heavy for her to support, so he reluctantly, but carefully removed his now-soft cock from her ass, and his hands as well. Before sitting back however, he leaned forward a bit more, lightly kissing and nuzzling her neck briefly. He then eased himself backwards so that he was leaning against the side of the jacuzzi once more. She soon followed, tossing the towel she had been leaning on aside. As she leaned back, his hand reached out to grab the washcloth he had set on the side of the jacuzzi. He lowered it into the water, and then lifted it out. He quickly washed the sweat off of both of their upper bodies before putting the washcloth aside once more. Now that they were both clean and totally spent, he then placed his hands on her back and eased her forward so he could stand up. He very carefully stepped out of the jacuzzi and then turned to lend her his hand to support her as she got up and out as well. He leaned forward to pull the drain out of the jacuzzi so it would drain. He then reached for a towel and turned to her, his breath catching once more as he saw her in all her lustrous beauty. Even now, sopping wet and shivering she could still melt his heart. He shook the thoughts from his head and, taking each end of the towel in a hand, held his arms out. He smiled as she quickly stepped into the soft warmth of both the towel and his embrace. He ignored himself for the time being, and rubbed her vigorously up and down all over, making sure she was nice and dry. He then reached to grab his own towel, but stopped when she slapped his hand away. She reached for it and lifted it for him as he had for her. He stepped into the towel, and received the same rub down. As the pair stood there, stark naked but for the towel, he reached for another towel. "Turn around and sit down sweety." He said as he gestured towards her hair. She did as he asked, settling herself in a cross-legged sitting position facing away from him. He quickly wrapped the towel around her head and hair. He rubbed her hair furiously for about a minute or two, making sure it was nice and dry. As he removed the towel, he could not help but laugh at the tangled mess he had made of her hair. She scowled at him with that fake angry look on her face and then smiled as she grabbed the brush and tossed it at him. He caught the brush with the smile still on his face. "Yeah I suppose I do owe it to ya don't I? She turned wordlessly away from him and leaned moved herself a bit closer, waiting expectantly. He lifted his hands and the brush, and started brushing her hair. He was as gentle with the brush as he could with the tough snarls in her hair, but he felt genuinely sorry when he had to brace his other hand on her neck and give the brush a hard tug. When the task was at last complete, he laid the brush aside and moved right up behind her. His arms closed about her once more wrapping her in their cocoon of warmth, love, and support. He couldn't help but inhale as his head moved past her hair to kiss her neck. She gave a soft sigh of contentment as she felt his loving embrace, coupled with his soft lips on her neck. His hands started to glide their way upwards from her stomach, and he felt himself starting to lose control once more, but her hands on his brought him back. Her hands lifted each of his to her lips and kissed the back of them. She then let his right hand drop as she turned his left hand palm up, exposing a long scar down the center of his palm. She smiled as the memory of what caused that scar came to her mind. She then bent her head once more, kissing the scar. He too smiled as he felt her warm lips upon his skin. "Bout ready to turn in sweety?" He asked as he moved to rest his chin lightly on her shoulder. Her head turned to look at him, and their lips were mere centimeters. "Yeah, I think so. I am a bit tired from work, and the bath." He nodded his understanding, and reluctantly removed his hand from her grasp. He lifted himself quickly to his feet, making sure however that she didn't fall as he did. She made no move to get up as he circled around to in front of her. He offered her his hands to help her get up, and she willingly accepted his offer, and placed her small hands in his. He eased her to her feet. Once she was standing, his hands still held hers, and the pair was once again barely centimeters apart. He tentatively licked his lips, then slowly moved his head down. He smiled inwardly as he felt her lips press to his. He had only meant for it to be a brief kiss, but the feeling of their lips and bodies pressing together made him decide otherwise. The pair was now locked in one of those heart-melting and soul-binding embraces that never happen often enough. He moved his head closer to hers, deepening the kiss as he moved his arms around her. He felt her arms move up and wrap around his neck, which told him that she didn't mind him prolonging this kiss. One hand moved to her head, gently pulling her lips to his, further deepening the kiss. His other hand meanwhile, had glided it's way to the small of her back to help support her. He flicked his tongue against her lips, until he felt them open, an invitation that he was not about to turn down. He quickly pushed his tongue into her mouth as she moved hers forward to meet it. The two supple muscles rolled over and around each other, dancing languidly between their mouths as their bodies pressed even closer together. He sighed deeply into her mouth as he felt her supple skin mold against his. He then tilted his head a bit to the side, pushing his tongue farther into her mouth. Her lips closed down around his tongue, and she sucked on it softly as he tongue continued to roll around it. When her lips finally released his tongue, he felt hers pushing his, and he retracted it back into his mouth. Her tongue quickly followed his, and he then returned the favor, closing his lips around her tongue, sucking and suckling as his rolled over hers. At last, he felt her hands shift from his neck to his shoulders, and he felt a subtle pressure. He understood what it meant, and he released her tongue, pulling his mouth back as he did. He could not however resist the urge to give her lips one last teasing flick of his tongue before lowering his chin to rest his forehead against hers. Their eyes met and held each others gaze as for the second time that night, both of them were near-breathless. With a quick shift in position, he let his hands glide down from where they rested. One hand moved to her upper back, and the other to her knees. Just as quickly, he moved beside her and swooshed her off her feet. She let out a soft gasp as she felt herself fall, but relaxed when he caught her in his arms. She smiled then as she once more lifted her arms to wrap around his neck. Night After Work He quickly left the bathroom, being careful not to knock her head into the bathroom counter, the door frame, or any other random impeding object. He carried her into the bedroom and moved quickly to her side of the bed. He tentatively let the hand supporting her upper body fall, and upon feeling her grip around his neck tighten to support herself, he quickly pulled back the big comforter. Very gently, he laid her down, making sure her head came to rest right on her pillow. He then lifted the comforter back up and over her. He almost tripped as he turned and close to ran around the bed to his side, which made her laugh. He very quickly climbed into bed and leaned over to turn both their lamps on before pulling the comforter up over himself. Any thoughts that he might have to fumble around looking for her were quickly scattered as he felt her pressing herself against him. He turned onto his side, and gently nudged one of his legs between hers as he moved his body right up against hers. One of his arms moved around her, lightly draping over her hip onto her stomach. He lightly and briefly nudged his head against the back of hers. He closed his eyes and was just starting to doze when he felt her shift briefly. "Hey sweety? You still awake? He heard her ask. "Yeah why, is something wrong?" He responded quickly. "Na, nothing like that. I just wanted to say thank you, for tonight...for everything." He felt her one of her arms move further down her body, and felt her take his hand in hers and squeeze it softly. "And, I wanted to say that I love you." She said moments later. "Aww, sweetheart." He said as he squeezed her hand in response to her. "You know you are always welcome, and that I will always love you." He finished as he moved his head forward to kiss her neck softly, before moving it back to where it was. No more words were spoken that night, but he felt a gentle squeeze on his hand once more before she laid still. It wasn't long before they were both asleep, him holding her throughout the night. Night Alone This story, like most that will be submitted by me , is a collaboration between my beautiful wife and myself. We have been writing stories for each other for some time, and have decided to share them. Some are true, some are fantasies, but I won't tell which... Enjoy. * Naomi was home alone for the first time in a while. The kids were visiting their grandparents for the night and Kevin had just left for the store to get things for the romantic dinner they had planned that evening. Though dinner was just the beginning of the things she had in mind for their evening... She knew it would be really hot sex that night. Sex with him was always amazing... but there was something about a night like this that made sex even more exciting... more fun. No reason to hurry tonight. There was no getting up early the next morning for work or kids. They had all night to play. She decided to peek through her lingerie and pick out her attire for the night. Sifting through her lacy apparel, she finally settled on the silky red nightie that was short enough to just barely show her little butt cheeks. She found the matching red thong in her panty drawer and noticed her thigh highs tucked beneath her other underwear. It didn't take more than a moment to decide on those too. That meant digging out her heels as well... He loved those thigh highs and she knew it. Even though she felt a little silly prancing around in stilettos and high heels with lingerie on, she loved knowing he was turned on by it. Just the thought of him looking at her with those sexy brown eyes, hungry to taste her body, made her shiver with delight. She felt herself getting a little wet at that image in her head... She figured she'd have enough time to take a quick shower before he got home from the store, so she undressed and escaped to the serenity of the hot water. She washed up quickly and then just let the water trickle over her body. She started thinking of him again... the way he knew her body so well. He knew ever place to touch and exactly how to touch it. She craved him constantly. The mere thought sent delicious shivers down her spine and made her pussy tingle in anticipation. She closed her eyes and moved her hands down her body... rubbing her little tits, pinching her nipples. Her fingers traveled down her stomach and began to stroke the lips of her pussy. She imagined his fingers in place of her own, expertly finding his way to her most sensitive areas. Plunging inside of her... moving in and out of her wetness. Eyes still closed, she fingered herself and played with her clit until she shrieked from pleasure and soaked her fingers with juices from her orgasm. A few lingering rubs of her satisfied clit and she withdrew her fingers and opened her eyes. She was quite startled to see Kevin standing there, leaning against the counter, watching her. Completely surprised, she rinsed her fingers and turned the water off, grabbing her towel and quickly drying herself. Opening the door, she asked how long he'd been there. He didn't answer... he just grabbed her by the waist and pulled her body against his, kissing her lips with long, passionate kisses. She threw her arms around his neck, holding his head to hers, returning the kiss. She felt his hard cock through his shorts pressing against her neatly trimmed pussy. She wanted nothing more than to have him buried deep inside her right then and there. The burning hunger she felt for him was unbearable. His lips left hers and moved to her neck. Slow, sucking, biting kisses he trailed down the soft skin. She gasped with each one... the feeling of his mouth on her was incredible. He moved to her tits, taking his time with each little peak. Teasing, sucking, biting them too. Her hands clawed at the back of his head wildly, begging for more. He sank to his knees and pushed her thighs apart, then buried his mouth in her pussy. She cried out in pleasure as his tongue moved all over her. He knew exactly what he was doing... She propped one leg up on the counter to give him more room for exploration. He dove in deeper, licking her clit faster and harder, making her scream and thrust herself into his face. She screamed as the orgasm overtook her. Her pussy soaked his mouth with cum. He licked every drop before returning to his feet. She all but ripped his clothes from his body. He was already hard and she couldn't wait to have him inside her. She was aching for him... every part of her wanted him. She kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue, then lowered to her knees and took his cock into her mouth. Slowly she eased her mouth over his entire length. He moaned at the sensation of her hot, wet lips taking him in. Her fingers circled the base of his dick and began to move in sync with her mouth... back and forth over his shaft. She continued her erotic affair with his cock for a few minutes, then stood up to kiss him. He turned her around so her back was to him and pulled her to his body, shoving his dick deep inside her waiting pussy. She moaned loudly at the feeling of being filled by him. He held her against him by the waist, just letting them both bask in the feeling of being joined. She was eager to move... to slam herself onto him over and over. Her pussy was aching to cum all over him. But he held her still for what seemed like an eternity before he pushed her gently, sliding her pussy up his cock. He held her there, just the tip of him inside her for a moment... then pulled her down hard again. She screamed at this torture... it felt so fucking good, but it was torture. He knew she was anxiously awaiting a good hard fucking. He was having fun teasing her though. He repeated the slow movements several times before sliding completely out of her and turning her around to kiss her. He led her to their bed and laid down, pulling her on top of him. She kissed him eagerly as she lowered herself onto him, but he stopped her and ordered her to lick his dick and taste herself again. She happily obliged as she took him into her mouth a second time and tasted her pussy juice. Licking every inch of him, then moving back to kiss him and let him taste her too. She pushed him back inside of her quickly and began to ride him. He moved his hips to meet her every thrust down on his cock. Her pussy becoming more wet as her orgasm built inside of her. She moaned loudly as he fucked her... as she fucked him. Her lips moved to his neck where she bit him playfully. He moaned as his earlobe found its way between her teeth as well. She sat back up and was grinding her pussy onto his cock so hard and fast, she couldn't stop herself from screaming as she coated his cock in her cum. The pulsating of her pussy cumming on his cock was so intense, he couldn't wait any longer either and let his own load spurt inside of her. He moaned as she refused to give up the fast pace of her movements which only made him cum harder. His hands grabbed at her, pulling her down to kiss her in between gasps of breath as both of their orgasms tapered off. She continued to rock against him lightly, savoring the feeling of him inside her as she smiled and said, "I always did like my dessert before dinner..." Night and a Hot Pink Strap-on It's a cold winter night. A fire is burning in the fireplace as the wind whips snow around our house. It's been a long day, working around the house, shoveling snow, and we're sipping brandy, listening to some soft, slow music, cuddling and watching the flames in the hearth. "I have a something for you," I tell you, whispering in your ear. "You do?" you ask with a smile, knowing I'm always full of sexy surprises. I disappear to into another room for some time while you sip your brandy, a bit nervous, but a bit excited too. When I come out, I'm wearing a pink lacy bra that squeezes my 36dd's until they bulge out of the cups and as your eyes move down my tawny brown body, you see that I'm wearing a matching pink leather belt, harnessed over my hips and holding a pink jelly dong. It's about fire inches long and an inch wide and I'm stroking it with one hand, a tube of lubricant in the other. "Surprise, baby...I'm going to fuck YOU tonight!" I step over to you, wearing a pair of hot pink, six inch heels, poking the dong into your face. "Suck it, baby," I tell you. You put your brandy snifter down excitedly as my dong beats against your cheeks. I grab your head and make you suck the tip of it. Your cheeks redden, knowing just how straight you are, but when you look up at me, you see me remove my bra and drop it over your head. I squeeze my brown tits, making the dark brown nipples crinkle in excitement. As you suck the head of the dong, I can feel the pressure of the pussy plug attached to the strap on, as it moves inside me. My pussy starts to tingle and moisture is building inside me. I remove the dong from your mouth and kiss you, pushing my tongue deep inside, wrapping it around your tongue and licking the roof of your mouth, making you moan. Your half-hard cock twitches with pleasure. I rub my tits in your face and tell you, "Turn around." You obey and you kneel on the sofa, leaning your arms on its back ledge. I rub your ass with my hands and lean down to kiss the soft white cheeks. You shiver. I continue to rub your ass cheeks, then I part them with my hands and gaze at your crack, looking for your puckered hole. When I find it, with a smile, I lean down and take in the musty scent, then dart the tip of my tongue around it, moistening it with my saliva. I hear you moan, and I hold your balls in my hand while I rim you, squeezing them gently, then taking them in my mouth one and a time sucking them. While I'm sucking your balls, I slick some lube onto my finger and rub it around your anus, then slide my finger in. "oooooooohhhhhhhhhhh..." I hear you moan as I slide my finger in to the root. I move it around slowly and start to slip it in and out, fingerfucking your asshole. I continue this for a while , biting your ass cheek playfully, your dick sticking out straight in front of you. I remove my finger, only to slick more lube on it to fuck your ass more, this time rubbing lots of the clear slippery stuff all around the inside and outside of your anus. I stand up slowly, my hard nipples tickling your ass and your back as I move upward, and start stroking my strapon with lots of lube. I nibble on your ear and whisper, "Are you ready to be fucked, baby?" "ohhhhh, yess," you reply, your voice quivering. I rub your pale ass cheeks and part them, while I kiss the back of your neck, and slip the tip of the pink dong into you, thrusting with my brown hips. "mmmmm....take it baby," I tell you. "Fuck me," you respond in a strained voice. I push into you inch by inch, pausing to let your ass muscles adjust, until I"m in all the way. Once I'm in entirely, I stay still. I wanted a shorter dong so I could be in your virgin ass to the root, so I could feel my pelvis pressed against your ass. I stay still and enjoy the feel of our bodies joined together, my breasts pressed against your back, and I reach around to feel the dick that I love, stiff and so hard. I grab your balls from the front and squeeze them while I start to thrust in and out of your tight asshole, truly fucking your ass. The jelly dong moves with me, and I don't even need to hold your hips as you move down and back to take more of it in. You love being fucked and you beg me not to stop. I start to thrust harder and harder, until I'm slamming your body against the back of the sofa, and your hard dick is rubbing against the sofa too. I hold your hips and ram into you with smooth, firm strokes, groaning myself as I feel my own cum dripping from my pussy, from around the pussy plug, and dripping down my brown thighs. I groan as each thrust into your ass pushes the plug into me, and I'm being fucked as I'm fucking you. After a while, I tell you to turn around, and by this time, you will do anything I say. I pull out of you, pouring more lube on my play dick, and tell you to lie down on the pillows on the floor before the fireplace. I lean over your body, stroking the dong while my heavy brown breasts hang before me. I smile a wicked smile, and stuff the dong back into, seeing your stiff cock angled against your white tummy and the sparkle of pleasure in your eyes. "ooooh, fuck me, fuck me, baby," You moan continuously, holding my hips while I massage my big bouncing tits. I start ramming into you again, loving the feel of fucking you, ramming harder and harder until I shake your body and you are choking with pleasure, swearing and groaning, begging. My pussy oozes juices all over your pale thighs and I see your cock twitching. I hold your shoulders down and lean closer to you... "Cum, baby...cum while I fuck your ass....cum onto my tits...give it to me. You know you love getting it in the ass, you nasty boy." I slam and pump into you hard until I hear you scream out my name. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH...I'm cummmmmmmminnnnng!!!" Suddenly a burst of thick white jism spurts out of your dick. Gobs of it slap onto my tits and your tummy and I rub the warm thick fluid into my skin, then lean over to make you suck your cum off of my tits. "See how good it is baby? " I tell you, and you suck my tits like a baby for his mother's milk. Finally, I fall on to you, dong and all, and we cuddle in the pillows before the fireplace. Night & Day Feedback is welcome. This is an account of how several little things came together to make our life a little more interesting and far more sexual. My wife and I have been married for five years now and are both knocking on the door of 30. We live an ordinary life in a nice semi in an ordinary town and very much Mr and Mrs average with a nice group of friends, two £20k incomes and go to the pub on Friday nights. Ann (my wife) is a petite 5ft 4 with shoulder length red hair, nice 36D chest, rounded bottom and my wet dream. Ann is a grade 2 nurse. My name is Dan; I'm average height, average build with thinning hair cut to a number 2 and work as an Insurance claims assessor (dull). Last summer our ordinary lives became a little less ordinary when my wife was keeping an eye on our best friends house whilst they were on holiday in Tenerife. She went over one afternoon to feed the fish and check all was in order but while she was there she left a cigarette burning in the lounge, forgot about it, and came home. A few hours later we got a call from our friends neighbour saying that the fire brigade were at our friends house. Ann made me drive her over and we found that the whole ground floor was destroyed and upstairs was badly smoke damaged. Ann was overawed with guilt when the fireman said that the fire started in the centre of the lounge and a melted glass ashtray suggested it was from a cigarette. Ann called in sick from work and spent the next two days before our friends could get back keeping an eye on the house. She cleaned the upstairs and washed their clothes, bed linen etc. in an effort to make it look a little less bad. Two days passed by and we collected Martin and Gayle from the airport with flowers and gifts and my wife begged their forgiveness. Despite the state of the house they were very nice to us and said things like, 'It could happen to anyone!' and 'At least nobody was hurt!' The builders told them that although the structure was safe it would take five weeks to make repairs and get the house back to new. The first couple of nights they stayed with us and when the insurance company said that they would give them £500 per month to pay for a rented place they were going to leave. However Ann persuaded them to stay with us and then keep the £500 for themselves to which they agreed, so long as we wouldn't mind if they decided to leave later should any of us feel that we are in each others way. Our spare room was en-suite and a decent size. Gayle and Martin are an average couple like us living ordinary lives in suburbia. Gayle is a dentists assistant and Martin works as an area manager for a Bookmaker. We are friends because of Gayle and Ann who were at nursing college together, a place renown for its sexual high-jinx but a piece of their past Martin and I were unfamiliar with. Gayle is 6 ft tall with very short bleach blond hair, pert tits that I guessed as B cup, dark skin (She had a Portuguese father) and her best feature; her long shapely legs. Martin is also 6ft with brown hair, athletic figure with the beginnings of a beer belly and having seen him shower after football knew him to have a big 8 or 9 inches. It started one hot, sunny Friday when my wife started doing night shifts again, she did one month of nights each year and we got into saying our hello and goodbyes to each other as I left for work and Ann returned from work. That afternoon I returned to find Martin sat in our lounge with a smug grin on his face but he simply said that he had had a good day at work as some poor sod lost £3000 on a single race today. I was convinced though that there was more to his smug look. I went upstairs to change and was greeted by a vision of beauty that answered my question about Martin's smile. Our bedroom door was ajar about 30cm or so and I could see Ann from the hallway lying atop our bed completely naked. There was more than enough light coming through our thin curtains to be able to see her clearly and, moreover, in detail. I was thrilled to know that Martin had got to see Ann in all her naked glory. When my Ann is asleep you could lay her next to a fog horn as a train went past just inches from her head and she wouldn't wake as she is such a deep sleeper. I went into our bedroom and got into my tracksuit and slippers before going down to chat with Martin, accidentally on purpose forgetting to close the door. I walked into our lounge and pretended to confront Martin about ogling my wife and he went very coy and apologetic, only for me to laugh at him and tell him he could look all he wanted. I told him how I was sure she wouldn't mind either as she has a bit of an exhibitionist streak in her. We chatted about our wives and what we liked about them, as well as what we liked about each others. I was however at a loss as I reminded Martin that I hadn't seen Gayle naked where as he had seen Ann. Martin told me that he had had just a very quick peek as he didn't want to be caught but I explained what a deep sleeper she was and told him not to worry. I suggested we go back up for a closer look to which Martin couldn't move fast enough as we quietly made our way upstairs. As we looked in on Ann from the hallway Martin was quick to compliment me on such a sexy wife and how sexy she looked. He was most impressed at how her large tits sat firmly in place (she was laying flat on her back) and didn't sag hardly at all. I got bolder and walked into the room and motioned for Martin to come in for a closer look but it took some persuading. Slowly and almost a bit embarrassed Martin followed me and we both knelt down next to the bed just inches from her naked body. I gently lifted Ann's legs apart one by one, just so that her feet were 10 or 12 inches apart, but enough to let Martin see her puffy vagina in all its glory. He openly gawped at her exposed sex with a smile across his face and gave me a thumbs up before gesturing that we should leave before our luck ran out and she awoke. As we left I kept the door open as when, first Martin, then I had first found it. Back in the lounge we discussed our little viewing and Martin couldn't believe how willing I was to show her off and told me how dead I would have been had we been caught. I went on to explain (truthfully) how much Ann was a closet exhibitionist whom had never really been confident enough to show herself off. I told him how we went down to Brighton once where there is a nude beach. However, despite stripping off she lay on her front all the time as she was too scared to expose herself fully. I explained how I had gone naked too for the first time in public and enjoyed wondering about looking at the naked women despite the fact that I knew many of the men there were homosexual. Martin also told me how he would like for me to see his wife in the buff but couldn't think of a good way of doing it without getting caught, in fact getting caught seemed like the end of the world to him. Ann and I had often talked about Gayle and Martin and we both reckoned that she was by far the more dominant and confident of the two. Martin can be a bit 'woolly' at times where as Gayle gives the impression of being able to handle anything, such as having her house almost burnt to the ground. Around 4:30 we heard Ann in the shower and shortly after she came down to say hello and we sat around with a cup of tea telling her about our days at work, what we had for lunch etc, just small talk really. I was dying to tell her about how we had seen her naked up so close that we could smell her perfume. However, I was unsure of what her reaction would be, so I considered what might happen so I decided to tell her later that night as I knew that Gayle and Martin were going out to dinner. I was also curious about Martin. Would he tell Gayle about what he had seen, I guessed probably not as he might get a rollicking from his Misses for ogling another woman who was naked, but as I had no control over that I tried not to worry about it. When Ann returned from work she briefly said hello before ordering Martin upstairs to shower and change to go out making a point of telling us that it was 'Franco's' that they were going to (we are talking about £100 per head paid for with the insurance money). Gayle went off upstairs and Ann went off into the kitchen to start on our dinner leaving Martin and I alone. As Martin got up he came over and said that he would leave the door to his room slightly ajar if I wanted to try and get a glimpse of Gayle when she came out of the shower. Martin and I went up together with me hanging back at the top of the stairs. He went into their room only for me to instantly get the view I was after. Just inside the door on the wall of their room is a full length mirror and from where I was standing I could see a large portion of the room. Best of all though was that I was watching Gayle removing her Bra to reveal her pert tits with large, almost oversized, dark nipples. Next she slid off her white skirt to reveal her long slender legs encased in black tights under which she clearly wore no underwear, I could make out a heavy dark matt of pubes but it was at this point that she walked off into the bathroom to warm the shower up. I remained in position for a moment to see if she returned without her tights on but was out of luck. I remained where I was on the last but one step of the stairs ready to move at a moments notice should Gayle be in a position to catch me. I watched as a naked Martin came into view for a second as he went to the shower. Gayle seemed to be taking forever in there but my patience soon paid off. Although she came out with a towel around her torso, it was sufficiently short that with every movement I got to see a few pubes or a bit of bum cheek. Then 'OH YEAH BABY!' She bent over in the most perfect position as she dried her feet giving me a glorious view of her pussy and arse. Although she has a thick tuft of pubes her lips and labia area are completely clean-shaven giving an even better view of her every detail. It was then that I heard Ann calling for me to reach something down from a high shelf and quietly went back down through the lounge and into the kitchen to help. I was almost caught when my wife noticed my erection tenting the front of my jogging bottoms and she giggled saying that it was a good job that Gayle wasn't here. I feebly told her it was because I must have dozed off and was having sexy thoughts about my wife, to which I got a sarcastic, 'Yes darling, I'm sure you were.' After Martin and Gayle had gone we sat down to eat our meal and watch the news while I plucked up the courage to tell Ann about the show she had given us. However, just I was about to tell her the news started with headlines of a huge flash flood that hit a small town in Wales as the heat-wave had caused snow in the highlands to melt and seep into the rivers. Once they moved on to some political nonsense my work interest was gone and I went back to selecting in my mind how I was going to bring it up in conversation. Then, again, I was interrupted by the phone which Ann answered, then passed on to me saying that it was Derek, my boss at work. It turns out that our company insures a fabrics firm who have a wool refinery in the town in Wales that had been flooded and I was to be there first thing tomorrow morning. I made a point of telling him it was a six hour drive away and so I would have to leave at 3 a.m. so he simply said I could leave tonight and stay in a hotel somewhere nearer. I had to explain to my wife about how I had to go to Wales and although disappointed understood that it was things like this that measured how big my annual bonus would be. After dinner I packed up a small case, a suit and my overalls and after booking a hotel about half way there set off on my journey. What happened at home whilst I was away was told to me by Ann on my return from Wales and fascinated me. Later, after I had gone, Ann decided to take a bath so that she could relax before going in to work. Although she had showered when she awoke this was just a part of her ritual. She was in the bath when she heard Martin and Gayle get back from their meal and called down a hello and they 'hello'd' back from the bottom of the stairs. Ann then heard footsteps coming up the stairs and it was then that she realised that she may get caught in the bath as the door was slightly open. The bathroom door swung open and Gayle stood there in her slinky dress and looked Ann over in the bath before coming in and sitting next to the bath on the toilet. 'Mind if I pee?' As she spoke she was lifting the hem of her short black dress to reveal that she had on no underwear. Gayle lifted the seat and continued her conversation as she emptied her bladder. 'I'm glad to see that you are continuing to obey my orders and keeping doors open when you are naked. I am enjoying the view and I hope for Martin to enjoy it also, if he hasn't already that is.' It turned out that Gayle was getting her revenge. When at nursing college Gayle had smashed up Ann's car and as a penance was made Ann's slave for a week during which she and Ann had more sexual fun than ever. Gayle saw this as an opportunity for revenge and ordered that Ann comply as she had done ten years or so earlier. Ann then explained how I was going to be away in Wales and that she hoped that this wouldn't be an excuse for Gayle to really go to town in her revenge plan. Gayle laughed and simply said that this would be fun and unless she heard her say 'LONDON BUS' (the word they used at college to signify that they had had enough or were uncomfortable) that the fun would go on until I got back, maybe even beyond that. Ann was so guilt ridden from burning her friends house down that she felt it was what she deserved; and besides she hadn't done many silly things since she qualified! 'Let's get down to business then!' As Gayle said this she called down to Martin to come upstairs. They heard Martin slowly come up the stairs and then call out. 'Where are you?' Gayle called again and he peered in through the doorway only to pop his head back again. 'Sorry Ann,' he said from the hallway and out of sight. 'Gayle should've said you were in the bath else I wouldn't have come in on you like that.' Gayle ordered him back in and he looked puzzled as she explained to him first her experience at college and then that they had total power over Ann. At first I think he was a bit shocked as he stole glances of her nakedness under the water. Gayle said that he could get her to do anything he wanted but he was to stop if she said, 'LONDON BUS.' He laughed and the girls said that they would prove it to him. Martin just said the first thing on his mind. 'OK then Ann you must share the bath with Gayle and wash her all over while I watch!' in a manner that portrayed him as a non believer in their pact. 'Alright then!' retorted Gayle. Gayle stood up and removed her dress over her head in one movement then kicked off her heels to reveal her nakedness to them both. Then she gently climbed into the hot water and gently lay atop of Ann so that she was cradled in Ann's arms with Ann's tits pressing into Gayle's back. Martin watched wide eyed as Ann squeezed shower gel into her palms and proceeded to lather up Gayle's body. She started with her sides and flat belly making as many soapy bubbles as she could before gliding her hands over Gayle's firm tits and their bullet hard nipples. Ann massaged Gayle's tits with her soft soapy hands as Gayle lay back relaxing in her arms and Martin stared with both a look of disbelief and a huge erection. Soon Gayle's pussy needed attention and she ordered Ann to make her come but in their current position she couldn't reach so gently moved Gayle so that they were both kneeling in the bath facing each other. Ann moved one hand between them and Gayle wrapped her arms around my wife to keep them steady as Ann's fingers found Gayle's pussy and clean shaven mound. Gayle was so turned on that Ann was easily able to delve three fingers deep into her friends pussy, it being so moist and aroused. Gayle was so close already that the first time Ann rubbed around her clit she came a ferocious orgasm with a loud pant and gasp. As Gayle knelt there in Ann's arms coming down from her climax Ann noticed the time and said she had to get ready for work. Gayle stood up, grabbed a towel and walked towards her bedroom telling Martin that he must fuck her silly, right now. He was hardly going to refuse. Ann then dried herself off to get ready for work at the hospital and as ordered kept our bedroom door open as she changed. She was stood naked in front of the mirror doing her hair and make-up when Gayle walked in and sat on our bed. As my wife started to dress Gayle was giving her orders such as no panties allowed and that she was to wear stockings in place of the tights she was going to wear. Of course Ann complied with her orders but looked no different once she had her regulation dress and shoes on. Ann commented on how naughty she felt not having any knickers on under her uniform as Gayle called for Martin to come through to our bedroom. Martin walked in wearing a robe and on arrival was asked if he liked nurses uniforms. 'Yes of course! you know how much I love it when your wearing your uniform when we fuck Gayle.' Gayle then ordered Ann to lift her skirt and give her husband a nice view of her naked bush of pubes which gave him an instant hard on that poked through his gown giving Ann a view of his hard cock, still red and used looking following his fucking of Gayle moments before. 'OK Martin, anything you want our slave to do at work tonight?' Martin pondered for a while then asked if we had any condoms about. Ann knew of a couple that had been in our shared sock drawer for ages and collected them. Martin gave her one and said that she must bring it back full of spunk else she would have to make them both breakfast when she returned in the morning. Ann grabbed the condom and went off to work, already late. That night at the hospital my wife was feeling extremely sexed up what with the events from earlier and also the fact that she knew that people might catch a glimpse of her panty-less arse or pussy. She told me how she was sure one of the hospital orderlies who followed her up two flights of stairs got a glimpse as for the rest of her shift he was always nearby. Her order to fill the condom was a hard thing to achieve as most people were asleep throughout the night and there was very little to do. Her only chance was a man on her ward who had stood in a bath of boiling water and scolded his feet and ankles. Every six hours he had to have a special cream rubbed into the burns and his next session was due for 4 a.m. She knew the man fancied her as he had flirted with her before; she also knew that he was single and had got an erection the last time she had done his burns. She pulled the curtain around his bed and gently woke him from his sleep so that she could do his feet. It took about fifteen minutes to finish off her duties and it was as she was clearing down that she made her move. Once again he had got an erection and it made quite a substantial tent in his hospital tunic. Ann made a cheeky comment telling him how she didn't understand how such a 'yucky' thing could get him turned on. He told her how he fought the pain by imagining himself getting an all over massage by her whilst she was naked and then he would fuck her. As he recounted his story she noticed his prick twitch under the tunic as she told him that she was very sorry that he couldn't get any sex in the hospital. He told her that he hadn't come since the accident eight days ago and he felt like his balls were going to explode. She had to take her chance and so stopped clearing up and turned to face him. Night and Day Dedicated to r.a. He blew a ring of smoke into the cool, crisp evening air and looked up into the full moon. It was a lovely night. He should be proud. He stood in the small almond orchard and looked at the moon framed between the trees. The white light from the moon mirrored onto the blossoms making them seem white instead of pastel pink. He continued to walk through the orchard casually glancing at the blossoms scattered in the dirt. He took another drag from his cigarette and then crushed the butt underneath his heel. Smoking was an irritating human habit that he had picked up, he thought. Suffice it to say, smoking sometimes passed the time as he walked alone at night. He was about to light another one when he saw her walking through the trees. She was humming softly to herself oblivious to the world around her. He watched her twirl a small pink blossom between her elegant fingers as she walked slowly through the orchard. He inhaled sharply as his eyes followed her moving quietly through the trees. As if pulled by some force of nature, he began to trail behind her. He hadn't seen her in a long time but he would know her anywhere. He hadn't changed much - so why would she? She was tall and slender but still shorter than him by three inches. She had long golden hair but in the moonlight it looked almost white. Her slim frame and high breasts made her seem regal and untouchable but he had always admired the violet color of her eyes most of all. She continued to hum and he could almost pick up a Celtic melody as he trailed behind her – his cigarette forgotten. She continued in her own reverie until he stepped on a twig and she whirled around on him. "Oh it's you," she gasped in surprise. "I haven't seen you in forever." She smiled at him and he merely stared back at her. "What are you doing here?" He asked. She smiled broadly this time and swung around to the moon. "I was looking at the moon. It's so beautiful. Thank you," she said. He shrugged his shoulders. "The sun is just as lovely and without it nothing would grow," he said. "Yes, but you can't look at it. And everyone adores the moon. Poems, songs and sonnets are written about it. People fall in love by the moon. The same can't be said about the sun," she argued. She had turned back to him and he was mesmerized by her lips – full and bow shaped. God, he thought. What he wouldn't give to drag her into the dirt and feel his cock push inside her. It was hopeless. But he had learned that long ago. They began to walk together side by side as they had for a thousand nights and more. There had been a time when they had been very close or as close as the circumstances would allow. They had spent time together during the sunrise and sunset when it was possible and he had fallen deeply in love with her. He had his share of women and most of them had been pleasurable but she was the one he had always wanted and never been able to have. He had never known Oriana to have had a man. She kept to herself and performed her job as was required but didn't socialize with the rest of them. The others viewed her as snobby and the women hated her for her extraordinary beauty but he knew it was just her way. In the beginning, they hadn't known of each others' existence. They had each done their part never knowing about their other half. A chance meeting had been the beginning of a friendship that had at first eased her loneliness and then begun to torment his soul. He remembered their first meeting as if it was yesterday. **************** He had undressed quickly and jumped naked into the pond. It was a half-moon summer night near 3 am with only the crickets around for company. He swam to one end of the pond and back again before he realized he was not alone. A woman was at the far end of the pond staring at him and almost bristling with unspent anger at his interruption. He swam to her and was almost stunned by her beauty. She stared back at him unflinching as his eyes swept over her body. He watched enviously as the water lapped around her naked breasts and his fingers itched to pull down her blonde hair which was pinned back into a chignon. She was lovely and regal but he was stunned by her violet-colored eyes that seemed onyx black in the low moon. He had never seen eyes like hers before. She stared at him in an annoyed silence. She had come to get away from the others and enjoy her privacy which she valued above all else. She had been relaxing in the pond thinking about the day to come when the uncouth male had jumped into the water spoiling her quiet reverie. He was tall with a lean physique, inky black hair and liquid brown eyes that would have stripped her naked if she wasn't already. He could use a shave but the stubble seemed to enhance his dark moody looks, she thought absently. His lips held a lopsided grin as he said arrogantly, "I'm Adrian." Oriana almost smirked at his nonchalant way of seduction. He didn't know who he was dealing with, she thought. She rolled her eyes and moved away from him in the water only to discover he was following her. She turned quickly to face him almost brushing up against him. "Look. I want to be alone. I'm not interested in a tumble, a lay, a roll in the hay, a fuck, a shag or whatever they are calling it now. Leave me alone. I'm warning you," Oriana said turning away from him. "What about conversation. Are you interested in that? Or is that off limits too?" Adrian called after her. Her laughter trickled out over the shallow water and she turned. As if she would have anything in common with a human whose distant relative was a chimpanzee. She moved swiftly in the water and came to rest before him. The water moved around her breasts and Adrian swallowed hard as the light and water reflected off the delicate globes. "So what conversation? What could you possibly tell me about the world that I don't already know?" Oriana quizzed him. Stupid mortal, she thought irritatingly. They always thought they knew so much. In reality they knew so little. Adrian smiled at her. She was a lovely woman all slim curves and righteous indignation. He knew within the hour he would be inside her tight little pussy. "Do you know the Greek mythological story about the almond tree?" He asked her. Oriana stared back at him waiting for the pompous male to tell her some idiot story. Humans were an irritating lot, she thought sharply. "A woman was changed into an almond tree as a reward from the gods after her lover left her and she died from grief," he began. Adrian moved in the water behind Oriana but didn't touch her. Instead, he continued to tell his tale. Oriana was anticipating his touch on her body but it never came. He continued to tell his story breathing into her ear. His mouth caused her skin to prickle from the cold and excitement. "Apparently her lover eventually returned to her and found her as a leafless, flowerless tree," he said his breath moving along the soft shell of her ear. Oriana knew she could mate with a mortal though she had never desired one. Many of the others had taken lovers and sometimes married them but she had never desired one. She much preferred her self-induced solitude to mating. The ability to bear children was forbidden and not possible – which was ironic –so she had come to view the whole aspect of coupling and intercourse as distasteful and unclean. But then no man had ever seen her naked in a moonlit pond and tried to seduce her. "So he clasped the tree in his arms and it burst into bloom, an emblem of true love inextinguishable by death," he murmured lowly. Oriana turned to stare at him – her violet eyes meeting his brown ones. "I want you," he told her simply. He knew she wouldn't deny him. Mating was as natural as the sun rising and setting. "Come with me. We'll give each other pleasure," he said. She remained silent. "One night. I won't ask for anything more," he said. She seemed at the same time virginal and experienced. He wasn't sure how to approach her but he knew he had to have her. Oriana shook her head. "No." "Do you want me to force you?" Oriana's almost smiled. "You couldn't." He had no idea who he was dealing with. "What's your name?" He asked quietly. "Does it matter? I'll never see you again." She raised her head slightly looking regal and disdainful. He waited and then repeated his question. "Oriana." He smiled. "Latin for sunrise." "I must go, Adrian." "No stay. And give me one kiss. Just one kiss" And then he touched her. He had meant to touch her shoulders to pull her to him but he never got that far. The minute he touched her shoulders, a sizzling electric shock ran into his hands, down his arms and into his body. It burned and sizzled into his core and caused his hands to smoke. Had he been human, the contact would have killed him. Oriana could feel the electrical contact between them but it didn't cause her any pain. She hadn't done anything to him, it had happened the moment he had touched her. She had been waiting for his touch. She wanted to feel him hold her, caress her and take possession of her. She ached for it. But he never got any father than touching her shoulders. He ripped his hands off her body and submerged them into the cool pond water. His eyes glittered in the night and they both stared at each other. "Who are you?" They both asked. *********************************** After that, everything was a glimmer of what might have been and never could be. She had power over the sun and day; he was the night. At certain times of the evening, in the early sunrise or sunset they could meet, but to touch – was forbidden. They could mate and couple with mortals but it had been decreed long ago that no physical contact would be allowed between night and day. The others had made it so that the searing electrical pain would occur if night touched day – similar to when the sun rose into the atmosphere. Since the beginning, they had never been told about each other to avoid any unpleasantness. But now they spent long hours together becoming friends and enjoying each other's company, however, the others disapproved strongly. But as their bond grew deeper and they became closer, it was all Adrian could do not to go insane. He became obsessed with her. He watched her constantly and followed her around like a lost puppy when she didn't know it. He watched her bath in a secluded pool that no one knew about and he ached to touch her. His hand wandered down the length of his cock as he pumped it thinking of her – only of her. Other women lost their attraction. If he couldn't have her – he didn't want anyone else. As year after year passed, he became more and more frustrated and the impossibility of the situation made him push her away. He couldn't stand to be near her knowing that he couldn't have her. It was an exquisite torture – one he would rather not deal with. *************************** When he saw her that evening in the orchard, it had been years since their last encounter. "Do you remember the Greek myth you told me when we first met?" Oriana asked him. Adrian watched her walk ahead of him. He reached above him to pull a blossom from its branch and marveled at the lovely little flower. She stopped and turned to him and he placed the blossom in her hair behind her ear. The electrical pain was quick and sharp before he let go. Even the simple touch caused pain and he gritted his teeth against it. "I remember." He said roughly. Through the electric shock, he had felt her silken hair against his fingers and relished the texture of it. Suddenly, the frustration and pain welled inside him and he remembered why he had stopped seeing her. And it was unfair, he thought childishly. She was his. She should be his. They were both immortals given charge over the night and day. If anyone in the world or universe deserved to have her and cherish her it was him – not some mortal with a body that was born to die. Yet any man could feel her body tighten around theirs – any man but him. It was almost time for sunrise and he knew she would have to leave soon. "It was a lovely story. I always walk the orchards and think of you. Did you know?" She asked him, her blonde hair shimmering around her shoulders. "No. I didn't." He swallowed suddenly. "Yes. It makes me feel close to you." Her eyes were wide and sad as she stared at him. "I've always wanted to feel close to you, Adrian." With that she turned and walked away from him. Oh god, he thought. She wanted him to. It was so cruel. So unfair. A few more minutes to sunrise and she would be gone. Again. "Oriana." He called after her. "I have to go, Adrian. The sun is about to rise." She said over her shoulder. He almost cried out in the injustice of it all. The pain, the irritation, the frustration of wanting so much and knowing it would never be relieved. "Oriana." He called after her and caught up with her easily. Without thinking of the pain, he reached out and grabbed her arm trying to hold her to him. "Please Adrian. You'll only hurt yourself," she whispered sadly. She began to shimmer and spin into a bright light until suddenly she was gone and the sun began to rise. Adrian looked down at his hands. It couldn't be. Just then when he had touched her – there hadn't been any pain or electrical shocks as before. There had only been the supreme pleasure of his hand touching her soft smooth skin. He stared at the rising sun. What did it mean? ******************************************* Adrian waited outside and was admitted into see her by one of her lackeys. Sebastiana was almost as old as Oriana and Adrian but she looked it. Whereas they had remained youthful and attractive, Sebastiana had long white hair down to her ankles and a creased face like a dried piece of fruit. But though she was ancient, she was a powerful oracle and very revered. "So." "So." He echoed. "I am graced by the presence of the night. What can I do for you?" Sebastiana bowed slightly. Adrian couldn't help but tease her. "You're the oracle. You tell me." Sebastiana cackled and smiled as she placed two steaming hot cups of tea in front of them and settled herself down into a chair. "She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies," she quoted Lord Byron's poem. Adrian hung his head down. "Yes." "And it's always been her." Adrian nodded. "Yes." "What can I tell you that you don't already know," Sebastiana said. "You can never be. Find pleasure with mortal women as the others do. You must learn to be content. You only torture yourself thinking about Oriana." "I've tried. I've stayed away. So all that happens is I sleep with women who look like her but aren't her. I want her," Adrian said. Sebastiana shook her head. "Oracle. There is something you aren't telling me. You must tell me," he said. "My child, I have told you everything." She assured him. "No you haven't. And the others are keeping it too. This evening before sunrise, I touched her arm and it didn't hurt. I want to know why. I must know why," he exclaimed. "No pain? None?" The oracle asked, surprised. Adrian shook his head. "Nothing." "I do not know. It was written, long ago, no immortal can touch the dawn. It was the way it was supposed to be. Mortals, small lives that they have, can possess her but no immortal," she said. She bustled out of the room leaving Adrian dejected. She soon returned with a large old musty book that looked almost as big as her. She heaved the book onto the table and began whizzing through it stopping halfway. "Ah. So here it is." She smiled widely showing a few gaping holes. "I have found it." Adrian moved to her side. "What? What is it?" "It's the solar eclipse. Tonight." Adrian waved his hand in the air. "So what. It just means more work for me and Oriana." "When the eclipse occurs – the walls come down. You are able to touch until it's over. When the eclipse is completed, it resumes back to the way it was before." Adrian almost cried aloud. "Really? Why was I never told this?" "Bah! Because you never asked." Sebastiana said. "How long Oracle? How long will it last?" He almost choked out the words. "At the most, two, three hours." ********************************************** The eclipses occasionally happened but he had never given them much thought. Humans with their silly traditions and superstitions made much ado about them – but he always viewed them as another necessary. Adrian stumbled out into the light. Tonight. She would be his. **************************** Oriana walked in the orchard. She had been visiting it the last few days. It reminded her of the past and the things she couldn't have. She had never minded her solitude and loneliness until she met Adrian. After their friendship began she had admired his arrogance and his attitude. He balked at the others and their rules and enjoyed tormenting the elders. He was the night and they needed him. And he could do as he pleased. Oriana was the good girl who did everything right but kept her distance. She didn't associate with the others and never complained or caused problems. But she had never truly realized how lonely she was until she met Adrian. After she had learned of his existence a friendship had ensued but she had always wanted more. She thought of finding a mortal who would ease the torment that he had created but it wouldn't do. No one would do but Adrian. So she was content to remain alone as solitary dawn. She could make the crops grow and feed the entire world but she would always be alone. She removed a small branch of blossoms from the tree and crushed them in her hand sending them falling to the earthen floor. "Tsk tsk. What did the innocent blossoms do to you?" He asked her quietly. Oriana turned to him. "Nothing." She brushed her hands on her dress. "I see." He reached above his head and easily captured a fragile pink blossom. He placed the blossom in her hair and waited for the searing pain. None. "Don't, Adrian." She told him. "It's not worth it." He watched as she walked in front of him – his beauty in the night. "Oriana." She stopped and turned to him. "You are so beautiful." He said. He reached out and touched her cheek. "Don't." She shook her head. "I've never seen a mortal woman to rival your beauty." He said. "Or an immortal one." "For all the good it does me." She said bitterly. "I've wanted you for so long." She stared at him, her eyes questioning his. "I can't remember a time when I didn't want you, ache for you, desire you." "Why are you doing this?" She asked, her voice soft. "I used to follow you around," he told her. He poured out his heart to her. He told her of his obsession and the madness it caused. "I would watch you bath and ache to lie between your legs and claim you as mine. To hear you sob and beg me as mortal women do," he said. His dark eyes took in her slim form sweeping up and down assessing her beauty. "Stop it, Adrian." "I've fucked women. Always the blonde slim ones that would remind me of the one I could never have. The only one I truly wanted," he told her. "I pushed you away. I couldn't bear to be near you and not have you. That's why I did it, Oriana. That's the only reason why. It was too painful. I couldn't stand it. Knowing that any mortal man with a drying husk for a body could have you – it was insane. Night and Day Of all the men who deserved you, deserved to have you and hold you – it should have been me. We are two halves of a whole," he breathed in a sigh of relief. "Adrian, please. Stop." "And now my question, and then nothing more." Oriana stared at him sure he was insane. Why his heart rendering speech? What was the purpose of baring his soul to her? The pain and the torment of never being. Why was he doing this? "Do you love me as much as I love you?" She shook her head. "No, Adrian. I'm not going to answer. It will just bring us pain." "You must." She shook her head. "Oriana, do you love me?" Her violet eyes filled with tears as she looked at him then she turned away. She began to run but her long skirts impeded the escape. He caught up with her easily and grabbed her by the waist pulling her down into the earth among the almond tree blossoms. She struggled underneath him but he held her tightly straddling her slim hips. "Tell me." The world was becoming dark as the eclipse started. "You know I do." She whispered to him. "Say it." "I love you, Adrian." He bent low toward her and covered her lips with his. It was the sweetest kiss – filled with longing and long hidden love. It was a kiss filled with regret and bitterness but also friendship. Her muffled cries forced him to break the kiss as she cried, "Adrian stop this. I can't cause you any pain." "There's no pain, Oriana. There's no pain during the eclipse. It's only you and me." He came to a sitting position pulling her onto his lap. His mouth touched hers again and again until she sighed and moved her arms around his neck. "More, Adrian. More. Don't ever let me go." She arched into him as he began to shed his clothes while he stripped her. "Oriana. There is only you now. There will never be another for me," he said. He moved her onto their discarded clothes and began to kiss her body. He moved along her legs, belly, breasts and neck loving her and adoring her. He had always imagined her like this but had never imagined the small cries of pleasure that would come from her throat. "Oh Adrian," she breathed out. She spread her legs for him as his mouth found her warm and wet, ready for him. "Please." She begged him, not ashamed of her need and desire for him. He guided himself into her as she widened her legs to accept him. He paused before he entered her and looked down at her flushed face. He eased himself into her and then pushed into her body breaking her thin barrier as he went. She cried once but he gathered her into his arms whispering words of love and affection. She moved her legs around his waist and together they moved as one. Oriana felt her body expand to accept the intrusion and the feeling of being invaded was also a feeling of completion. Adrian could only hold back so much as he felt the incredible tightness and warmth of her virginal body. Too early he began to climax spilling all of himself inside the woman he loved. They remained entwined together underneath the almond trees with the pink blossoms scattered all around them. *************************** Jaya and Vinn watched the lovers' consummation. "The others aren't going to like this one bit," Jaya told him, ruffling her fingers through her blue hair. Vinn was the quiet one with glasses and a matter-of-fact attitude. "No they aren't," he mused. "Especially since it changes everything." Jaya threw one last glance at the loves and then turned back to her companion. "Come on. Let's go tell the others."