13 comments/ 18635 views/ 1 favorites One Magical Night By: Angel Love It's Valentine's Day, 2006. We leave early in the morning, just before sunrise. The camper is hitched to the back of my truck, all ready to go. We have packed enough food and supplies for at least a week of camping and exploring. Finally we are on our way for a week of adventure to the beautiful town of Washington in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia. They host an array of antique shops and wineries and of course there is the breathtaking Shenandoah National Park. I watch you stretch and snuggle in to get comfortable in the reclining passenger seat. Your small travel pillow is behind your head. I love the way your red hair lies softly against your cheek when you sleep. You look so angelic with your eyes closed and the look of contentment on your lovely face. I pull the small blanket around you with my free hand, just before I notice your cleavage peeking out above the top of your soft pink, v-neck sweater. I smile softly to myself as I think about slipping my fingers down between the cleft in your tits and running under the left breast. I imagine cupping it and lifting it up to my lips to suckle. Beep!! Beep!! You jump, startled at the blast from a horn. "Oh, my God!!" I shout, as I swerve to the left lane, just missing running up the butt end of a little VW Bug. You look over at me in shock. "What happened baby?" you gasp. "I ummmm, well I," I stammer as I look back down at your chest. You giggle softly, pulling your sweater down a bit, allowing me a better view of your sweet globes. "Keep your mind on the road sweetie, or you'll get us killed." "Oh, yeah, that'll do it!" I chuckle. You take my hand kissing the palm, after I have you all tucked in. In appreciation of my caring gesture, you take my index finger and put it in your mouth, sucking suggestively. Then you reach over and caress my crotch, before cupping my balls in your soft hand thru my pants. I moan and gently push your hand back under the blanket. "Not yet, my love," I whisper. You coo contentedly and close your eyes again, drifting off to sleep with a little smile on your lips. You doze off for awhile. After driving about an hour or so, you stir, sit upright and ask, "Sweetheart, where are we?" "On Rte 17 North, almost to the truck stop. We need to stop there for fuel, if you need to use the bathroom," I answer. "I'm getting hungry! Why don't we have lunch there?" I continue. "That's a great idea, honey, I'm a little hungry, too," you reply. In less than 10 minutes, we turn into the truck stop. I stop at the R/V pump, get out, and fill the tank with fuel. Then we drive around to the big parking lot, reserved for trucks with trailers. There are hundreds of big rigs here, most with their diesel engines running, and the noise is deafening. You can't wait to get into the camper, and I turn on the propane gas at the tank so you can use the stove to make our lunch. While you're doing this, I take the dog for a walk and give her some food and water. I bring her inside the camper and shut the door. You look up from making our grilled cheese sandwiches and smile. So glad to be alone together I smile back, as I take you into my arms for a long sweet kiss. My tongue slips between your lips and finding yours, dances a sweet tango. My hands move down between us and caress your soft breast thru the sweater. I feel your nipple hardening under my touch and moan into your kiss, "Mmmmmm, what's for lunch?" You playfully slap me on the ass and reply, "Well aren't you the romantic one. I made soup and sandwiches, is grilled ham and cheese ok?" "Absolutely, sounds good to me," I laugh in reply. Boots, my big Shepherd, lies down near the door of the camper, and goes to sleep. She is a good traveling companion, and she likes you very much. She loves the way you rub behind her ears. Actually I love the way you rub behind my ears too! After lunch I help with the few dishes and we move to the big bed in the front of the camper. We are making great time traveling; so I think we have time for a little nap. We only lay there for a few minutes when you again lift my hand to your lips. You press them around my thumb and suck it in and out of your sweet mouth, while gazing up into my eyes, with that lustful look of yours. "Mmmmmmm, baby, you keep that up and I'm going to give you something good to suck on," I moan. It has started to rain and the sound of it rapping against the camper roof is so soothing. You stop sucking my fingers and begin removing our clothes. I don't have to do anything; you doing everything, as I lay there perfectly willing to let you make love to me. This is one of the wonderful parts of our relationship. We don't assume that one or the other always has to make the first move. We both just absolutely love the great sex life that we share. We have never refused the lustful advances of the other. Sensing I'm just a little tired, it's your loving nature to want to please me. So I just kiss you as you unbutton my shirt, letting your fingertips graze my chest as you move down my chest. I bring your top up over your lovely breasts, kissing each before I lift it off over your head. You shake your hair free and that sends shivers up my spine watching it settle back over your creamy shoulders. I bring my lips to yours once again, kissing you passionately. Your tits swell over the top of your bra. They look so inviting. I trace my finger over the crest of each and around your side, deftly unhooking the bra with one hand as the other caresses your cheek. Your breasts fall free and I see that the nipples are mildly swollen. Leaning in I take one between my lips and stretch it gently. You moan as I begin to suckle at it, like a baby on its mommy's tit. Running your fingers through my hair you push me gently down harder on it. I know what you want, but I keep you at bay for a bit longer. Pulling back and looking into those lovely hazel blue eyes, I growl, "Now as to that thing that I have for you to suck on!" You giggle and reach down to loosen my belt and unzip my fly. Your hand reaches inside my boxers, to grasp my tumescent manhood. You gently begin stroking it. "Mmmmm, yes baby, that's how Daddy likes it," I moan, "See how hard you make me? I mean it, just look at my cock!" It swells to full hardness as you rub and stroke it. Entwining my fingers in your hair I ease you down on me. One kiss, one lick, and then you wrap those sweet soft lips around me and slowly start to swallow me down into your throat. "Ohhhhhh...God, angel! Yessssss. That's it baby. Suck that cock!!" You moan around my cock now, sending vibrations thru it and straight to my balls. Your fingers knead my balls feeling them swell and fill with a load you can't wait to take into your mouth and throat. Looking up at me you smile around my cock and suck harder. Up and down, in and out, sucking faster, harder, and deeper you bob, with each thrust of my hips. "Ohhhhhh baby I'm gonna cummmmmmmm," I shout. You suck harder now, knowing that's what I like and as I tighten my grip on your hair, I shoot my load deep into your throat. You suck and swallow, suck and swallow, taking it all without missing a beat. I lay there completely spent for a couple of minutes, holding you in my arms as my excitement subsides. Then I rise up on one elbow looking down on you and smile evilly. I reach into a drawer taking something out of it. "What do you have there?" you ask me. "It's a surprise I got for us," I answer. "Well, let me see it!" you squeal happily. "Close your eyes my sweet," I command. I watch as you obediently close those sweet orbs, excited as a little girl on Christmas morning. Asking you to raise your hips, I unbutton your slacks and ease them over your rounded ass and down your long, sexy legs. Taking my hand I gently ease your thighs open. You comply and your knees drop to the sides against the mattress. Pressing my finger against your pussy lips I can feel how wet you already are thru the softness of your red silk thong. I lean down and lick you thru the fabric and you shudder. Then pulling it to one side I slip my tongue into your succulent pussy. "Ohhhhhhhh!" you moan loudly, as I continue stroking your clit with the tip of my tongue. Then I rip the thong from your body in one movement. You jump, a bit startled, but then relax as I press a finger into your love canal. "Angel, I want this Valentine's Day to be one you will always remember." You start humping my finger as if it was a cock in your cunt, moaning, "More, baby, I need more!" I let a second finger join the first and piston them in and out of you. "No, baby, moreeeeeeeee!" you almost shout, so I add a third finger to your sopping cunt. "Ohhhhhhh yesssss, that's it lover, fuck my cunt!!" you now shout. Then you hear IT, the low humming, the familiar sound. I slide my fingers from your hungry pussy and replace them with IT. You start to thrust your hips up frantically now, meeting my every move with one of your own. I thrust IT in and out, in and out, as your breathing becomes more labored. "Wow, wow, wowwwwww!!" you exclaim, as you gush for the first time ever. I'm shocked, but elated to see that you have finally reached that point in orgasm which you have always wanted. You gush all over my hand and the sheets beneath you. It puddles before sinking into the fabric. You wiggle and squirm against IT wanting more. I pump again and again inside of you with IT. You hump IT like IT was the biggest, fattest cock you had ever had. Then you gush all over me and IT again. I laugh with excitement, while you moan with lust and joy. Sensing your exhaustion I stop and withdraw IT. I pull back and look into your eyes smiling, knowing that this will truly be one Valentine's Day to remember; for both of us. You pull me down and wrap your arms around me, whispering into my ear, "Baby you did it, you did it. You made me gush baby. Oh thank you darling, thank you for that. I didn't think it was possible, never possible for me. Wow that was so awesome!!" We nestle together and fall asleep in each other's arms. We wake two hours later adjusting our eyes to the darkness that has fallen around us. Looking at the clock we see that it is now dinner time. "I have another surprise for you my angel," I muse. "What? What? What have you gone and done now?" you giggle. "We need to get up and shower and dress my love. There is a box sitting in the shower stall for you. Please do as instructed on the note in the box. I will be back in a little bit. There is something I need to take care of." With that I get up and dress and leave the camper. As I close the door behind me I see you sitting up on the bed with a confused look on your face. This pleases me. You get up now and look out the window, hoping to see where I have gone, but I turn the corner of another bigger truck and disappear from your view. You turn and look toward the bathroom, shrugging your shoulders and moving to do as I have instructed of you. You reach into the shower and lift out the shiny red box with the big fancy red bow on it. Removing the bow and then lifting the lid off your eyes light up. A smile spreads across your face as you gently ease out the contents one at a time. First there is a pair of sheer black, silk stockings and a black lacy garter belt with one tiny red bow on the front. Then you find a matching demi bra. Under these articles is the prettiest black, silk cocktail dress you ever laid eyes on. You pull it up out of the box and standing in front of the mirror hold it up to you. It is nothing in comparison to your beauty but you are amazed that I have such excellent taste in clothing. The last thing in the bottom of the box is a little envelope. You bring it up and take the note out. Here is what it says: "My dearest angel, we have been together now one year exactly. Do you remember our first Valentine's Day my love? We were both so nervous and excited about meeting. I remember how your eyes lit up when you first saw me and I remember also how my heart missed a beat when I saw you. You stood there so lovely in your little blue jeans and sweater. We had decided to make it informal, remember darling? Well this year is different. We are no longer strangers, we are now lovers. I want this to be the most special Valentine's Day. One you will remember for the rest of our lives. I have one final surprise for you, but it will have to wait till later. Now get ready my sweet. Put on these things I have chosen for you and make yourself beautiful like you always do. I will be back in an hour." You hurriedly get yourself ready, primping and fussing over every detail, from shaving your luscious legs to putting the finishing touches to your makeup. When I return an hour later you are a site to behold. My eyes light up when I enter the camper and see you standing there. "Oh angel my love, you are a vision of beauty," I marvel. "Thank you darling, but I think you are a bit biased," you quip. "Well be that as it may, you are the most beautiful woman I know," I reply as I pull you into my arms and kiss you tenderly. "Now I must shower and shave. Give me twenty minutes sweetie and then we will go out." I kiss you one final time and then dart for the bathroom, grabbing the garment bag from the closet. Looking back over my shoulder as I close the door I blow you a kiss and you return one to me smiling brightly. Twenty minutes later I step out of the bathroom and your eyes light up. "Oh baby, you look so handsome," you coo at me. "Yeah, yeah, you say that to all the men," I chuckle. "Well yes I do. So what is your point?" you laughingly query. I look out the window and tell you it's time to leave. You slip your heels on and grab your purse on the way out the door. Then you see it. It is the biggest white limo you have ever seen! You turn to me with tears in your eyes and whimper, "Oh sweetheart this is too much." "No my darling angel, nothing is too much for you." You hug me close and we turn and walk to the limo. The driver is waiting there with the door open and you slip inside first with me following. We settle into the luxurious seats and get comfy. I pull you into my arms and you lay your head against my shoulder, sighing softly. "Why the sighs love?" You look up at me smiling, "It is a sigh of joy sweetheart." I snuggle you a bit closer and you purr into my chest. The limo pulls away and we start our trek toward our destination. You ask me where we are going but I won't divulge that to you yet. Reaching over I pull the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and pop the cork. You take the two crystal glasses and hold them while I pour the bubbly into them. We clink our glasses together and toast each other. You giggle as you sip yours, the bubbles tickling your nose and I chuckle heartily, "Angel, you are so cute." The limo stops and the driver steps out, coming around to let us out. Your eyes light up when you see where we are. We have just pulled up to the Historic Inn at Little Washington, one of the most elegant Hotels in all of Virginia and boasting one of the top ten restaurants in the world. Reviewers have dubbed it the Promised Land and the patrons as "pilgrims". Throwing your arms around my neck you burst with joy. "Oh darling, I have always wanted to come here. Thank you, thank you, thank you," you gush, as you kiss me between each thank you. Gently easing you back I wrap my arm around your waist and guide you into the restaurant. The maitre d approaches us and requests our name. "Peters," I say, smiling. "This way Mr. and Mrs. Peters," he cordially says. You giggle at the Mrs. Peters and I smile at you. He leads us into the grandeur dining room. The theme is most romantic. There is soft lighting from the lampshades that float above each of the 30 tables and roses everywhere. A four piece strings ensemble is playing soothing music in one corner of the room. Most of the tables are already filled with couples whose eyes reflect the magic of the night. I love the elated look on your face and in your eyes. He leads us to our table in a little corner of the dining room. It is beautifully set with a lovely red tablecloth embossed with little red hearts and matching napkins. A crystal vase in the middle cradles one gorgeous plump red rose. On either side of the vase is a white votive candle in a crystal holder to match. Delicate crystal glassware and china plates adorn the table as well as gold plated utensils. It is a wonderful gesture of hospitality for Valentine Lovers. I slide the high backed tapestry chair in under you as you settle down for a feast prepared for a king and queen. Sitting across the table from you I can see the sparkle in your eyes set off by the soft candle light. I smile over at you and you just beam back at me. Life couldn't be better at this moment in time. The waiter comes and starts us off with a light wine that I have pre-chosen. It is an aged Asti Spumante. He pours the taster into my glass and I sip it, smiling in delight. He then fills both of our glasses and bowing slightly turns and walks off. We hold up our glasses and they ring together. I offer this toast, "To my special angel, the best Valentine present I have ever laid eyes upon." You blush softly, responding, "To my Love, may I bring you the joy you so rightfully deserve." We then sip our wine, gazing deeply into each other's eyes and letting our imaginations run wild. The waiter returns with a wonderful shrimp cocktail appetizer. The shrimp are so white and plump, surrounding a thick sauce on a big wide-mouth glass. You pull up your napkin and shaking it daintily out set it upon your lap. I do the same (not so daintily) smiles. We eat our appetizers and chat about many things. We talk of the past year we have spent together and things to come; of our hopes and dreams and even our fears. But nothing can dispel the magic of this evening here with my angel. They bring our Caesar salads and we nibble at them, not wanting to get too full before the main course. Then they roll out a silver cart, covered in a lovely white cloth. Upon the cart are three covered platters. The waiter lifts off the first lid and you gasp. There in the middle of the platter is the most succulent Liberty Ranch duck with Gravenstein apple sauce. Then the next platter is uncovered and we are presented with potato pancakes with horseradish crème fraiche. Finally the last is unveiled revealing candied carrots in a most heavenly decadent sauce. We are served new glasses and a superb decanted, 1993 Corton Les Regnets from Bernard Ambroise. You cannot believe how wonderful this is all turning out to be. You look up at me with wonder in your eyes, "How will we possibly eat all of this my Love," you query. "Oh don't you worry sweetheart, whatever is left over they will wrap for us to take home," I respond. We dig in and I eat to my heart's content, but I notice that you are not eating as much as I thought you could. Reaching over and touching your hand I ask thoughtfully, "Are you ok angel? I see you are not eating much." "Oh no darling, I'm fine, just a bit overwhelmed is all," you softly reply. "Eat up sweetie, for the night is young and you will need your strength," I counter, as I wink at you. You smile that heart wrenching smile of yours and dig in a bit more greedily. Feeling better now I finish everything that is on my plate and pick at more from the platters. Not very gentlemanly, but hey, I'm paying for it! The waiter comes and clears away all of the dishes and any remnants of food and says that he will package it and have it ready for us to take home when we leave. I thank him and he departs, leaving us once again alone. One Magical Night Under her cloak, Monica was almost naked. Despite the nighttime chill in the air, she wasn't cold, she was anxious. She had come here, to "their" spot, as she had every ten years for the last 600 years. Monica had been blessed by all of the forces that controlled the world, to live, die and be reborn anew. Monica also remembered every second of her former lives, every shred of every existence she had ever known. It was both a blessing and a curse, for Monica remembered all of those she had loved and lost. Monica also remembered all the hates, the angers, those who had caused her pain. Monica remembered Salem, remembered those who had sought to destroy her. All of them were fools, a soul was eternal, a loving soul, more so. She had been given good looks, a good heart, a willingness to help others. Such a fire could not be extinguished, as she drew her last breath, the voices came to her and relayed this message to her. That, and many other universal truths. Hers was a loving and giving soul, chosen to be reborn, again and again, to do great good in the world. To help others, to share love and passion and bless those who shared her love. This incarnation, however, was different. "Monica" had been Marcus then, this incarnation was his first as a female. Her passions were different, Monica loved the feeling of a man making love to her, fucking her with passion, caressing her with tenderness. She continued to love women as well, every caress of a woman's knowing hands on her skin made her come alive. Brushing a long, ash-blonde lock from her forehead, she hoped that her beloved Cassandra would still love her, even in this new form. Wrapped in Cassandra's loving embrace, feeling Cassandra's skilled tongue lick her most sensitive spots, feeling Cassandra's loving hands manipulate her breasts, her clitoris, fingerfuck her – the yearning for those sensations was overwhelming. She knew that no matter what, despite the rules society laid down, Cassandra would love her in any form. From their first meeting, Cassandra and Marcus had been deeply in love. She was his pupil, coming from one of the wealthier families. He had been an educated man, yet adept in all aspects of the world. Yet it had been Cassandra who had been the seductress, when their affair was discovered, she had admitted that openly. Cassandra's family accused Marcus of "bewitching" their "innocent" daughter, he was tried and convicted. As he drew his last breath, Marcus thought of her. She had kissed him, cursing all those who had robbed her of his love. Cassandra had been no dewy-eyed innocent, sexuality had come as naturally to her as breathing. As she and Marcus fucked under the stars, with ribald lusts, they had vowed to be together for all eternity. The cosmos had heard their vow and granted it. Monica shivered. Where the hell WAS Cassandra? She was horny, her roommate and she had eaten each other's pussies for the last five days, she wanted to be at the peak of her lusts and passions when she met Cass for the first time. It wasn't like Cassandra to be late, not like her at all. Not all of their incarnations had been easy ones. One time, in the 1940's, Marcus had been born as Mark, an American soldier. Cassandra had been reborn as Mariko, a Japanese noble. They had encountered each other at a Prisoner-of-War camp, recognizing each other immediately. They had to hide carefully, but Mark caressed his lover's golden skin, kissed her dark-thatched pussy, fucked her and heard her yelps, surprisingly familiar. Her nails still raked his back in the same, passionate response. After the war's end, they married, raised three children and died happily in the early 1980's. Everyone in their small community had commented on how much in love they had always been. They had recognized each other in every incarnation, and when Cassandra's memories returned, Marcus became aware of it. They had first made love under the big oak when it was a mere sapling, now it was a magnificent old tree, with large branches providing lots of shade. After their first reincarnation, they had agreed to meet under the tree at least once every ten years, that bargain had never been broken. Life had thrown them some curves over the centuries, yet they had remained true to their vows. At times, continents or countries had separated them. Other times, one or both had been married, yet their desire, the commitment their souls had made so long ago, remained strong. Monica shuddered, half in anticipation, half from the cold. In her mid-20's, she sensed that Cassandra had become "aware" earlier this year. On this day, she knew Cassandra wouldn't fail her. She sensed Cass' presence without turning around. She knew that Cassandra was with her now, in their spot, love undiminished throughout time. "Marcus?" Monica turned at the sound of her old name and --- There before her stood a man. Slender, with shoulder-length blonde hair, a muscular, yet lithe, form. Tall, nearly 6' tall, but one thing had not changed, not ever. The sparkle in the eyes, the love and desire, was still there. The lovers raced into each other's arms, embraced, peppered each other with sweet kisses. It felt right, as it always had, despite the obvious changes. They pulled apart, the beautiful man said "Marcus?" Monica answered "It's Monica now." Cassandra laughed, the laugh rich, but still soft. "I'm Casey now." Monica ran a slender finger along her lover's well-muscled arms. "You're still beautiful." She giggled. "I guess the fates have a rather warped sense of humor." Casey joined his beloved in laughing. "Well darling, we have some catching up to do. What have you been up to for the last twenty-five years?" Monica sighed. "This time around, I was born in Toronto. Moved to the US about 6 years ago to pursue a modelling career. I've done some fashion modelling, nothing fancy, a few lingerie catalogues. A bit of nude modelling. Single, you know me, I rarely form lasting attachments. I've been enjoying lovers of both sexes, why not see what life has to offer?" Casey smiled, reached out and touched Monica's cheek. "Your skin is so soft. My, I remember that scratchy beard of yours." Monica smiled. "You're stalling." Casey grinned. "I never could put anything past you. Okay, was born in California ..." "You loathe California ... " "Like you said, warped sense of humor. Okay, born in California. Oldest of three, I have two sisters. My father, this time around, is a doctor, Mom is a psychiatrist. I am a professional Tennis Player and ... " Casey sighed " ... a newlywed. I got married last year." Monica frowned. In most incarnations, she had kept herself free, so that she and Cassandra could be together as much as possible. This was a wrinkle she didn't like, not one bit. But, as was her wont, she pressed on. "What's your wife like?" Casey smiled, despite not wanting to hurt Monica, he obviously cared for his wife. "Sarah? You'd like her, she's a lot like ... well, Cassandra. Tall, blonde, beautiful, with long legs and a smile that lights up the room. Articulate, bright and open-minded." "How did you meet her?" "We met at a tennis match. By the way, she clobbered me." Monica laughed. "Are you still a terrible loser?" Casey frowned. "Yeah, but she's so good about it, I didn't mind. One thing led to another, we became a couple, started dating, I proposed, we got married. Then, a few months ago, I started having memory flashes. You know how it is." Monica nodded. This is how it had always been with Cassandra, unlike Marcus who retained almost all his memories, Cass' came back in bits and snippets. His signal was usually when Cassandra's memories began to resurface, Marcus would suffer from a migraine. It was a small price to pay, he supposed. Monica pressed on. "So, what did Sarah have to say about it when you got most of your memory back?" "Wellll --- at first, she was skeptical. But my Sarah, she's open-minded, as I said. Then, when I began spouting off things I couldn't possibly know, historical data and the like, well, she had to admit there must be something there." Monica smiled, a faint smile. "You must love her very much." Casey nodded in agreement. "I do. She's special. But she's not you. There will NEVER be another you, darling." For the first time tonight, Monica felt her heart lighten. Casey was right, if they could survive THIS, nothing would tear them apart. Whatever good she had done in her previous lives, she knew she had to continue to give back, for having the blessing of Casey's love. Casey's arms were around her, hugging her tight, not wanting to let her go. "NOW who has the scratchy beard?" Monica said, rubbing Casey's cheek. Casey smiled. "Don't distract me, woman. Are you wearing anything underneath that black cloak?" "Nope, it's all me – well, me and the high heels. I know you used to wear them for me, I figured ... " "You figured right. Come here." Casey took Monica's hands, deftly unbuttoning the cloak. For the first time, with fresh eyes, he beheld her in all her glory. She was stunning, tall – although he was taller for the first time – with round, robust curves, beautiful breasts, a stomach flat from working out, legs that tapered into beautiful calves and feet. His love for Sarah was undiminished, but it was nothing compared to the joy he felt at seeing this spectacular creature before him. Monica began unbuttoning Casey's sportshirt, eager to reveal his naked body. In most of Cassandra's previous incarnations, she'd been beautiful, but this was a new experience. She ached to see this vital, sensual, delicious male, she wanted to feel his cock, his body pressed to hers, to experience the new sensation of making love to the love of her life! Casey was still beautiful. His frame was tanned, lean, muscles well rippled. He did have the figure of an athlete and the cock – oh lord, he was slender, long and Monica knew that cock belonged in her pussy. "C'mere baby!" she growled, falling to the ground and Casey falling on top of her. "Impatient little minx, aren't you?" Casey said as he kissed his lover. "Hmm, now where do you suppose I learned that?" Monica purred as she wrapped her delicate hand around his shaft. She stroked him gently, not believing how good it felt to have her man in her hands, his slender cock twitched ever-so-slightly as she fondled and caressed it. "Okayyy, this is – amazing!" Casey sighed as his lover took him in her mouth. Casey's head exploded with sensations he'd never before known, Sarah was a wonderful lover, but the years he and Monica had known each other, experienced pleasures few would ever know, reminded Casey of why they were together. In the last few months since many of his memories, he had come to realize why men liked having cocks so much. And peeing standing up wasn't the only reason. It felt wonderful to have your cock sucked, especially by someone who was good at it and whom you treasured. Monica's head bobbed up and down on Casey's stiff cock, tongue swirling around the crown, then down to the base, then back up again. Glistening with her spit, Casey's shaft was something she was urgent to feel within her depths, fucking her, taking her for the first time, making her body feel bliss as he fucked her hard. Casey instinctively knew what Monica wanted, he complied readily. Monica lay on her back, legs spread wide as Casey slid his shaft deep within her cunt and began to take her. If felt unusual to be fucked by him, but wonderfully so, her legs locked around his back, her feet drummed on his back as his dick pounded her with savage precision. "Darling, oh Casey, fuck me, take me, remind me why we love each other!" Monica screamed in pleasure. Hearing his lover, still not quite used to her feminine voice, Casey rammed into her, harder and harder, Monica loving every second of the wild fucking she was receiving. No matter who they were – Buccaneer and Spanish Contessa, soldier and Asian wife, now female model and male tennis player – their love and passion never changed. As Casey continued fucking her, Monica was determined to make their ten-year reunion as magical as any they had experienced in the past. Monica growled "Time for a change, lover!" and moved away from Casey, wiggling her seductive rump at him. "I haven't let anyone do me this way Casey, I wanted to find out why you used to like it so much!" Casey grinned inwardly. If his Monica was anything like he'd been in previous existences, she'd soon find out. His cock was wet with her pussy secretions and slid into her pussy from behind easily, smoothly. She yelped "Oh!" as he did, loving the difference as he began stroking in and out of her pussy once again. Casey's hands gripped her hips tightly as he began fucking her, doggie-style, the way he had liked when he was Cassandra. He doubted he was Marcus' equal in the fucking department, but from the yelps and squeals Monica was making, he was a quick study. Her body shone in the moonlight, the sweat from the fucking and warm spring evening making her more beautiful than he could ever have thought possible. "You like this, my fuckable darling?" Casey growled as he continued fucking her. "Fuck yeahhh, love it baby, give it to me, give me all that fuckin' hard dick!" Monica growled, her nipples stiff as her squeezed her tits while continuing to screw her brains out. It was very sexy to see Monica's tits bounce and jiggle as he screwed her, to feel the different feeling of screwing her, to see her long hair tossing to and fro as she took all of his shaft. Casey knew this was one memory he would carry forth in years to come. "S-Stop!" Monica yelled out, surprising her still-fucking lover. Casey had no idea why she wanted to stop, he thought she was loving every moment of this wild, savage fuck he was giving her. "I want to ride you darling, I want to experience all of you!" Monica said as she moved away from Casey. She ran her fingers through his hair, tousling it and looked into his green eyes, one of the few things she recognized from many of his incarnations. "I want you to play with my tits and I want to play with my clit as I ride your big cock! Think you can handle me a little longer, stud?" "What the lady wants, the lady gets!" Casey chortled in mock seriousness. Monica straddled Casey's now-prone body and took him in, full measure at first, feeling his girth inside of her again. She began to ride him, slowly at first as she felt his hands cup her tits. Casey loved having her tits in his hands, loved the feeling of them, the roundness. She had lovely, firm breasts, nipples rising into stiff pegs as he played with them, with the touch of someone who knew what a woman liked. He also knew Monica didn't mind it a little bit aggressive, so he squeezed them every so often, her groans letting Casey know he was pleasuring her very much. Intent on returning pleasure to Casey, Monica rode his cock, putting her whole body into the fucking. She whirled her ass around in little circles, then she put her full weight down on his shaft. She would then move up, bit by bit, releasing his cock a bit, then clamping her pussy muscles around it. The grimace on Casey's face relayed to Monica that her lover was enjoying this sensation. "Fuck woman, you are incredible!" Casey yelled, seeing the happiness in Monica's dark-brown eyes. One of the few regrets he had about being male in this incarnation was not being multi-orgasmic, he so wanted to cum, but he knew that it was always better when they came together. "I'm glad there are no complaints, lover!" Monica teased as she bounced up and down on his wonderfully hard tool. Every fibre of her being wanted to cum, but she wanted Casey to have his first climax with her when he was ready. Finally, neither lover could wait any longer. Casey yelled "I'm cumming!", Monica echoing "Mee tooooo!" and the longtime-lovers shared a joint climax. Monica wasn't worried about Casey making her pregnant, her passionate sex-life had made her extremely careful, going on the pill some years earlier. She knew though, should would gladly have borne Casey's child. The two lovers lay together, spooning and talking, happy as they always were in their love-play. For Monica, the tears came, unbidden and ran down her cheeks. Casey ran his fingers through her hair, cupped her chin and asked "What's wrong?" Monica sighed. "It was wonderful, as ever, my love. I can't help feeling sadness though, knowing it may be ten more years before I hold you again, knowing you're going home to a wife that loves you!" Casey laughed and kissed her on the nose. "Oh darling, don't worry, it won't be ten years before we make love again. I would think it will likely only be a matter of hours. Sarah told me to bring you home, she wants to meet you." Monica went to speak, but Casey held a finger to her lips and kissed her quiet. "I told you Monica, my wife is VERY open-minded." One Magical Night The string quartet begins playing a lovely piece, Tchaikovsky's Love theme from Romeo and Juliet. My heart stands still as I see the light in your eyes. You are so beautiful my angel, sitting there in all of your splendor, and to think you are all mine, or hopefully will be by the end of this very magical night. I stand, come around the table reaching down for your hand. You rise to meet me and our eyes lock on each other. We walk to the middle of the dance floor and I flounce you around into my arms, pulling you in close. You rest your head against my shoulder and we begin to sway to the music. Other couples filter on to the dance floor, joining us in the magic of the night. I pull you in a bit closer as the next song begins and you feel my hardness pressing in on your soft pelvis. You look up into my eyes and I truly see angelic splendor in yours. I kiss you tenderly, and then pressing my tongue into your mouth it becomes more passionate. We are in a wonderful abandon, as if we were the only two in the entire building. The song ends and guiding you with my hand at the small of your back we return to our table. I motion for the waiter and he approaches the table. "Yes, sir, what can I do for you and the lovely lady?" he asks. I crook my finger and he leans in as I whisper in his ear. He smiles and replies, "Yes, sir I will get right on it," as he walks away. "What are you up to now darling?" you wonder. "Oh you will see my love, you will see." We sip the after dinner Amaretto Di Saronno on ice and nibble on the Marjolaine Cake that has been delivered to our table while we were dancing and within minutes the waiter returns ushering another cart in front of him. On this cart is a white linen cover and in the center of it is a silver covered tray. It is a very simple presentation indeed. You look up surprised, "Oh I don't think I can eat another thing baby," you surmise. "Shhh, my love, this is the surprise I told you about earlier," I assure you. You sit very still now; I think you may be even holding your breath. I smile over at you and suggest that you pick up the cover on the tray. As you reach over and lift the cover I keep my eyes on your face. Lifting the cover you see a little black velvet box. You look up in astonishment and tears immediately form in your eyes. I take the box from the tray and motion for the waiter to remove the cart. He does so immediately with a little bow. Rising up from my chair I move around the table and kneel on one knee in front of you. You gasp and one tear trickles down your lovely cheek. All eyes are on us now my angel. I open the box away from you so you cannot see what is in it and then lifting your hand to my lips, kiss it ever so gently. You bring your napkin up to cover your mouth so that the whimper is trapped there. "Angel," I begin, "It has been one year to the day that I first set eyes on you. I have loved you almost from the first time I kissed you. My love has grown for you over the past year and well, remember back in the camper I said that I wanted this to be the one Valentine's Day that will stand out in your mind for the rest of *our* lives?" Turning the box in my hand you get your first glimpse of the brilliant 2 carat heart-shaped diamond engagement ring, surrounded by four little diamonds on each side, running down the slim band. I think I can actually see your heart stop beating in your chest as you gasp your approval. Letting go of your hand I take the ring out of the tiny case and bringing your hand back up slip it on your left ring finger. With tears in my voice I stammer, "Angel, would you do me the honor of being my wife, of spending the rest of your life with me? I want to take care of you, to protect and honor you till the day I die." You immediately throw your arms around my neck almost knocking me over and hug me like you have never hugged me before. Tears are pouring down your face now and you are sobbing into my ear, "Oh yes, yes I will! I will be honored to be your wife. I want to make you happier than you have ever been in your life my Love. Oh this is the happiest day of my life!! The whole room bursts out in applause. The cooks and waiters, the maitre d and even the owner have all come into the room to witness this wonderful occasion. The quartet begins to play Mendelssohn's Wedding March. The owner then comes over and shakes my hand asking if he may kiss the bride to be and I say of course you may. He places one hand on either of your arms and drawing himself closer kisses each of your tear stained cheeks. He bows and says, "The wine that you have had is on the house sir." "Thank you sir, that is very kind of your establishment and I want to thank you and your staff for helping to make this the best Valentine's gift I could give my lovely bride to be," I thankfully reply. "Yes, sir, thank you for everything. I will truly never forget this wonderful evening," you softly counter. We gather our things and the waiter brings our food packages to us as we are walking thru the lobby. The limo is waiting on us at the curb and the driver is holding the door. We slip into the limo and he pulls away. "Rest your eyes now sweet angel. We will be home soon." You lay your head against my shoulder once again and close your eyes. You are so peaceful and content. This makes me very happy. In a short while the limo stops and you lift your head asking, "Are we back to the camper?" "No my pet we are not." You look up at me quizzically as the driver opens the door. Once again you gasp as you see the front entrance to the Inn at Little Washington once again. You turn to me and shaking your head slip out of the limousine. "This must be costing you a small fortune darling," you whisper as I usher you to the door. Walking thru the lobby once again you are beaming and I am so proud of your elegance. We approach the front desk and are greeted by the clerk with a smile. "Hello may I help you," she politely inquires. "Yes I am Mr. Peters and I have reserved a suite for the night." "Ahhhhh yes Mr. Peters we have been expecting you." After a few minutes of confirming reservations and signing papers, we are shown to our room by the bellhop. He opens the door and the site is absolutely breathtaking. The suite houses a gorgeous Victorian four poster bed with matching dresser and night tables. Set upon the tables are crystal candlestick lamps which emit a soft glow. Tapestry accents adorn the wall behind the bed to match the bed covers and pillows and drapes on the window. The wallpaper is light colored embossed brocade. Setting in front of the magnificent fireplace is a lovely sofa with Queen Anne coffee and end tables. We are both awestruck! I tip the bellhop and finally we are left alone. Turning to you I smile and ask, "Are you happy my angel?" "Oh sweetheart, you have made me the happiest woman on earth tonight!" you reply. "But you do know that I would have been very content to go back to our lovely camper. As long as I'm with you, then I am happy my Love." "I know that angel. I truly know that you don't expect much, however, you deserve the best. Yes this will probably be the only time we can afford a place like this, but this is to be a turning point in our lives and I wanted it to be perfect for you." You move into my arms and kiss me tenderly, "I love you darling." "I love you too my angel." My hands move gently down your back, trying to touch every inch of it. Then they cup your round bottom and I press you into me. You feel my hard manhood grind into you slowly and you respond by rubbing your pussy against me. Lifting you in my strong arms I carry you to the bed and lay you back on it. I raise your feet one at a time and remove your heels, then sliding my fingers up and caressing your luscious legs I gently unclip your stockings from the garter laying them on the bed. My hands slip up under your dress and glide down your garter. I take your hands and raise you up to your feet now, turning you around. You lift your lovely auburn curls and I unzip your dress, letting my fingers graze your back as I move them down. Easing the silky fabric from your shoulders I lean down and kiss each, nipping them lightly and then sliding the cloth down your arms and allowing it to filter to the floor in a pool of ebony. With my hands on your lovely creamy shoulders I turn you around again. There you stand before me in only your demi bra. Your tits are bursting out of the top of it, just begging to be released. I slip my hands back around you and unhook it, watching as they are freed and bounce to life. I dip in to kiss each nipple, watching as they swell at my touch, then I nip playfully at them making you groan. I move you back toward the bed now, but before sitting you down on the edge I chuckle, "Now it is your turn my pet. I have way too many clothes on." Eager to see me naked you unbutton my jacket and slide it over my shoulders pushing it down my arms. You fold it and sit it on the chair. Then your fingers open each button of my shirt, kissing and licking my chest as it appears to you. You pull the shirt tail out and push it off of me, letting it hit the floor. Laying my hands on your shoulders now I ease you down onto the bed. Looking up into my eyes they lock on mine and you smile a wicked little smile before unbuckling my belt, then unzipping and unbuttoning my slacks. You put your long fingers inside the waistband and wiggle them down along with my boxers. My rock hard cock springs free now just inches from your face. You moan and slip your tongue out to touch the pre-cum that has formed there. Licking it away you let them drop to the floor at my feet. I step free of them kicking the discarded pants to the side. You grab my cock in your soft hand and lifting it up kiss the tip, then run your tongue down the length of it right over my ball sac. I moan loudly now, "Oh god angel you have the best mouth. Take it baby, it's all yours. Make love to it with those sweet lips and tongue!!" You hungrily now devour my cock in your luscious lips, taking me straight into your throat. Wrapping my fingers in your curls I moan, "I always said you were the best cock sucker this side of the Mississippi, if not the whole country. I've been sucked by what I thought the best that have nothing on you my love." You giggle around my cock sending vibrations right down to my heavy balls. "Oh God baby yessssssss suck that meat!!" Your mouth moves expertly up and down my shaft, sucking me like never before. It feels like you want to swallow me whole. "Fuck baby yeaaaaah," I growl, as I push you down harder, bucking my hips up to meet the thrust. Your fingers find my balls and oh my God, yes my ass too. You rim me and knead my balls while sucking me faster and harder. In and out, up and down, pressing a finger into my ass now. "Oh yea , oh yea angel fuck me baby fuck me," I groan. Then you let go, oh my God you let go. "Nooooo angel not yet!!!" I yell, trying to push you back down. Instead you pull free of me and reach into your purse. You take out a tiny little *toy*. What is it? Ohhhhhhhh I see now!! Bringing it up to my balls you turn it on and it hums and vibrates. It's the tiniest little wand. I shudder as I feel it reverberate thru me and you take me back into your hungry mouth, sucking me once again. "Oh, my God angel, where did you learn about that??" I wonder. You break away form your task just long enough to counter, "I found it in a little specialty shop sweetie. Do you like?" "Ummmmmmm yesssssssssss," is all I could get out before throwing my head back and shouting, "I'm going to cummmmm angel. "Here it cummmmmmms," I yell as you suck me harder again. All movement stops now. My hips go slack against your face as I pelt my hot thick cum deep into your throat. I can feel you sucking and swallowing as my balls empty with blast after blast of my cream feeding you. I lean down and kiss you as you slip a few drops of my cum thru my lips and I take it greedily pressing my tongue back into yours. I then slip down to the floor in front of you, separating your thighs and squeezing them. You smile down at me before you lay back on the bed. I kiss your knees and lifting up your right leg nibble down your calf and suck on each toe, then back up the underside and lick the back of your knee. Bringing your left leg up I give equal attention to it. You moan softly as my tongue begins to glide up your inner thighs, nipping and nibbling on each in turn. Running my tongue up to the crease in your leg, it glides across your mound and onto your pussy lips. I separate your lips with my fingers and inhale your sweetness before diving in to lick and suck you. My tongue glides up and down your outer lips, not touching your little nub though. You try to twist your hips to make me touch it but I refuse to do so yet. You moan and groan and I love what I'm doing to you. My index finger slips inside your cunt now and you push against it. The squishing sounds from your sopping pussy hole are staggering. Then I brush the tip of my long tongue against your clitty. You shudder and moan loudly, pushing my head in with your hands and thrusting up to meet it with your hips. I add another finger and you groan, grinding against them. Digging in and stretching you I move deeper and curl my fingers up against your g-spot. You let out a yell, "Ohhhhhhhh yessssssss, yesssssss, yessssss, Oh god baby that's it. Do it, do it, yessssssssss!!!" Then you explode all over my hand, it squirts up onto my chest and my face. It drips off of my nose and my hair. What a glorious site it is to watch you find such pleasure in my hands and mouth. What a sweet taste you have my angel. I revel in it, feel fulfilled by your abandon. You shudder and then calm down as your body relaxes and the aftermath of your orgasm subsides. You glide up onto the bed and I climb up next to you, lying down and pulling you into my arms to rest. You turn over and rest your beautiful bottom against my half limp cock and I wrap my arms around you caressing your tits. We fall fast asleep. I wake up feeling a bit disoriented. My cock is growing and stiff. I look down and see you under the sheets, your head bobbing up and down and I smile. I lift you up and kiss you gently at first, then pressing my tongue into your mouth search out yours and duel with it. "Get on your hands and knees angel," I have something for you. "Mmmmmmmmmm yes, I love when you take my ass baby," you coo. You wiggle your sweet, sexy ass at me and separate your legs inviting me in. I move in close to your ass and run my finger up your still wet cunt, scooping up your juices and rubbing it around your little puckered rosebud. Then I ease a finger inside of it, feeling you open and settle around my finger with your inner sphincter. I slip a second finger in and you moan in pleasure. You are ready now my angel. Ready for my hard cock to split your ass wide open and fill you with my seed. I rub my dick up and down thru your sopping pussy lips lubing it up and then press it against your hole slipping it inside your love canal. You shudder pushing back against me as I fuck your cunt. I pull out of you now, wet with your love juice and press it against your little star. Easing it in slowly I hear and feel it pop inside of your rectum. You sigh and grind on my cock driving it in deeper. Inch by inch it slips inside deeper and deeper till my balls are lying against your cunt hole. I let it rest for a moment, allowing you to acclimate to my girth and then begin rocking against you. I ease it in and out almost to the point of pulling out then slamming back in. You are writhing under me now, grinding back against me, your ass slapping my groin. We become frenzied now with lust and desire to please the other. I grab your hips for leverage and drive in hard and fast. You are rubbing your clit as I fuck your sweet ass. "Ahhhhhh..... Oh, oh, ohhhhhhh baby I'm almost there!" you shout out. "Hold off angel, cum with me pleaseeeeeeeee," I moan into your back. Then it happens. We just know it's time and we both release together, our moans and grunts drowning out the other. We are lost in our own needs now. You drop onto the bed and I fall on top of you and we are in a spoon position, I'm still inside you, still hard and still moving in small thrusts, and you still have tremors, the afterglow of a most fantastic fuck!!!...And the tremors still clutch at my cock, slowly now and the frantic pace of our sexual adventure is subsiding, and eventually I slip from your body, both of us exhausted, spent, totally sated for the time being. I pull the covers over us and just before we drift off into a sound sleep, I whisper, "Happy Valentine's Day my love." Angel and I set our wedding for the following Valentine's Day. Valentine's Day has become the most important day of our year. It was the day we met, the day we were engaged and the day we are to be married. How magical can one day be?