0 comments/ 3219 views/ 2 favorites Our Last Night By: virusman It was to be our last night together, and I wanted with all my heart and soul to make it special for you. The next morning I was flying to India to take up my new post, and it was unlikely that I would be back again in the UK for three years, or possibly longer. Telling you that we must say goodbye was something which I had dreaded when I arrived home late that evening a few weeks earlier to find you sleeping in front of the fire awaiting my return after a month away from your side. The tears began the next morning after a wonderful night of love, when I finally plucked up the courage to break the devastating news, but now the time for tears was over. I had planned the evening with great care, and after much thought I had found the perfect gift for you to remember me by, something that would give you great pleasure in the months and years ahead. I had prepared a very special dinner with all your very favourite dishes, and a bottle of the finest champagne. We had dressed in our finery, me in a white tuxedo and you in your most expensive gown, as if we were celebrating rather than bidding each other adieu after three wonderful years together. After dinner I carried you up to the bathroom, and after slowly undressing you, savouring each moment as I disclosed your perfect beauty for the last time, I carefully bathed you, devoting special attention to your breasts, and your exquisite pussy. As I tenderly washed your most intimate parts, parting your lips to reveal the gates if paradise within, I covered you in sweet little kisses, whilst murmuring words of endearment and love. Then, after shaving your delicious pussy mound for the very last time, and anointing your flawless skin with the most expensive lotion, I carried you back downstairs to the study, where I had earlier lit a blazing fire of cedar wood, for our final night of love. I laid you down on the rug in front of the hearth, the only light that of the flickering flames which caressed your body, and made your flesh radiant with their warmth. I stood back for a moment to savour your divine beauty, a beauty that befitted the goddess of love which you were to me; a goddess who had led me down enchanted paths to rapture so many times. As I gazed in awestruck silence, a host of memories flooded through my mind of those wonderful nights when I had ascended to the heights of Olympus in your arms. After a last lingering look, filled with both joy and regret, I picked up the box I had left on the side table, gift wrapped in gold with a large crimson bow, and kneeling, presented it to you. "For you, my love," I whispered, "just a simple gift to help you recall the good times we have shared. May it give you many nights of pleasure as you ride it to ecstasy and beyond." With nervous fingers you undid the bow, and removed the paper to reveal a black wooden box about 12 inches long by 6 inches square, unmarked except for the simple engraved inscription, "To my divine lover, in grateful memory of so many shared pleasures." You opened the box, and gasped in amazement at the object within, nestling in its bed of scarlet silk. There before your enraptured gaze lay a dildo, unique in its craftsmanship, made from the finest Venetian glass. This exquisite toy was a work of great artifice, modelled on my own cock in all its rampant splendour. Overall it was about 10 inches long, and it glowed in reflected light from the fire, waiting to come to life as it fulfilled its mission to give you pleasure beyond imagining. The base of the dildo was flat, and so that it could be ridden in comfort, it had a powerful sucker attached so that it could be fixed to the surface of a table or chair, or the glass screen of the shower. The glans was shot through with flecks of pure gold, and around the shaft of silvery glass wove spiral ridges of deepest cobalt blue. At its heart, along the length of the shaft, was a tube of deepest crimson, running from a reservoir in the ball sac at just above the base, to issue in a hole at the tip of the glans. Around the base of this tube, just above the reservoir, was a small pump, and fine copper wires were embedded just below the surface of the glass, which, when connected to the low voltage power supply and control box would either heat or cool the phallus by the Peltier effect, depending upon the desired effect. The glans had a sensor which could detect an approaching orgasm from the electrical signals emanating from the vaginal muscles, and would trigger an ejaculation of the fluid in the reservoir in the balls of the device. I had discovered, by searching online that personal water based lubricants such as Liquid Silk were perfectly safe, were relatively inexpensive, and could be bought online. The sensitivity of the sensor and the volume of each ejaculation could be set beforehand with the control box. It was in every sense a pleasure machine, cunningly devised to give its user orgasms of the most exquisite nature. It was almost with reverence that you lifted the toy from its bed, and weighed it in your hands, caressing its smooth surface with you slender fingers in mounting excitement. "Thank you, my darling," you murmured, "it is so beautiful, I will treasure it always, and save it for use on the most special of occasions. But, can I try it now, for our last night together?" "That was my devout intention," I replied, "ever since I had it made, I have been impatiently anticipating the time when I can watch you experience its wonders, as it transports you to a place of infinite delight. But first, let me quickly tell you about its features, although they are fully explained in the manual, which you can study in detail at your leisure another time." After the briefest of explanations, I secured the sucker to a small glass topped table, filled the reservoir via a small tube in the base, and activated the on switch, setting the device to heat. I lubricated the shaft with KY jelly, though in truth you did not need it, as you had become increasingly aroused as I spoke, and your vaginal juices were by now flowing freely, and after removing my clothes, sat back in my chair to watch it take you on your first journey to heaven with its aid. You parted your inner lips, and placing the head at the entrance to your vagina, slowly slid down its length until it was fully enclosed in your soft velvet depths. You then started to ride up and down long its full length, squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples, as your arousal grew stronger and stronger. Between your moans of excitement, you were just able to speak, "O thank you Will, this the best present I have ever been given. O god, this is amazing, it fucks me far better than all my other toys. O thank you, thank you." It was not long, however, you were no longer capable of coherent speech, and your moans soon turned to squeals of delight as you built towards your first climax of the night. Your excitement was incredibly erotic to watch, and I stroked my cock and fondled my balls, as your pleasure triggered equal feelings in me. Your orgasm came in waves of ascending intensity, your limbs quivering and your body shaking with the exquisiteness of the sensations. But most arousing and amazing of all was the look of utter delight on your face as the device ejaculated inside you, sending you into paroxysms of joy, your orgasm seeming to go on and on. I was close to the edge of ecstasy myself, but I held back until at last you started to come down from your peak. As you opened your eyes, I rose from my seat to stand in front of you, and offered you my cock, which you took into your eager mouth, swallowing the entire length of my shaft until you are able to lick my balls with your tongue. I then let go of my control, and very soon I felt my balls contract against the base of my cock, as I pumped stream after stream of hot semen deep into your throat, crying out in my rapture. I was filled with euphoria, in the knowledge that my gift had already given you such intense pleasure, and I knew then that it was indeed a fitting present for you to remember me by once I had finally left your side. The night was not yet over, for I intended to give you one further gift of something you had never experienced before, but which I hoped would drive you to even greater extremes of sexual bliss. This was the night when I intended to introduce you to the pleasures of anal penetration, whilst the dildo continued its stimulation of your pussy, an act of double penetration which would drive you over the edge of the abyss into an entirely new world of such exquisite sensations that you would feel that you had truly found heaven. Withdrawing my cock from your divine mouth, I moved to stand behind you, and pushing you forward, I stooped down to lick the cute little rosebud of your anus in preparation for my entry into your hot dark depths. I reached for the KY jelly, which I smeared liberally on my still erect cock, and all around your anus. When we were both well lubricated, I pressed the head of my penis against the entrance to your rectum and gently pushed until your anal muscles relaxed, and I was able to slide into you. Wrapping my hands around your body to hold and caress your breasts, I began to thrust my penis in and out, withdrawing almost to the full length of the shaft before plunging back in until my balls were slapping against the cheeks of your firm little bottom. As I rode you, you continued to ride the dildo, and soon we established a rhythm of ascending urgency, until we were both on the verge of our second orgasm of the night. You turned your head to kiss me, and our tongues began their own dance of delight in time with the rapturous movements of our bodies. We both began to shake with passion, as divine sensations overwhelmed our senses, until it seemed as if we had melted into each other in a union of infinite mystery. We came together in a climax of mutual delight, and as I pumped my seed deep into your bowels in streams of liquid fire, the pump in the dildo ejaculated its own load of hot fluid, filling your vagina, and sending you into indescribable raptures such as you had never experienced before. In that unending moment of spiritual and physical union, I lost all sense of the world around me, and felt as if I was floating in a sea of sensations that radiated within and through me. Later, when you were capable of speech again, you described for me a similar feeling of being beyond outside the boundaries of everyday reality in a new world of wonder beyond the power of words to describe. Our cries echoed around the room as we sang our song of mutual joy, the harmony of our voices a physical manifestation of the fusion of our bodies in a new single being, at one with the whole created universe and each other. Time no longer had any reality for us, but after an infinity of pleasure, we collapsed against each other, exhausted by our journey to the stars. Standing with difficulty, I gathered you in my arms, and drawing on my remaining reserves of energy, I carried you up to the bedroom, leaving the dildo where it stood, its work done for this night of nights. We lay down on the bed, where I enfolded you once more in my embrace, our exhausted bodies pressed close together, as we floated off into a peaceful and dreamless sleep, serenaded by the music of the spheres. We woke in the early hours, and made love again, fucking slowly and tenderly face to face, love making of infinite sweetness, exchanging soft kisses, and whispering words of love and longing. We did not reach the heights of the night before, but in a way this was the most wonderful act of union of all, as our bodies melted on into the other in the familiarity of those who have learned all their is to know about one another. We parted next morning, with tears and kisses, still gilded with glow of the enchantment of the night before, a magical night, our last night together. Our Last Night in Cancun There was pussy, pussy everywhere, but not a cock to fuck. Not that I was complaining, encircled as I was by so many lusty young nymphs entangled together around me on the large, luxurious bed, writhing in a fleshy heap of shameless female fucking. Everywhere I looked were healthy bouncing boobies and firm willowy waists, pierced belly buttons glimmering with diamonds and gold...hands caressing curvaceous, slender hips, sturdy round buttocks, lithesome legs, some lifted in the air... And the pussy...soooo many varieties of luscious lickable pussy all within reach of my hand or, with a little effort, tongue. Shaved ones, pierced ones, slim trimmed ones, plump bushy ones, some with a flaxen coiffure, some thick with dark alluring curls... What possible need would a girl have for a clumsy cock prodding around this garden of delicate blossoms and delectable fruit like some vulgar snuffling pig? How I ended up in this sultry situation is a bit hazy...it was the last night in Cancun for me and my sorority sisters so we went to Dady'O's once more for another night of good, clean spring break debauchery among the partying sons and daughters of the decadent American Empire. Although my sisters and I held hands and snaked our way through the throng so none of us would get lost, my very best friend Jennifer and I got separated from the others. What happened was, this drunken slut wearing a bikini top that barely covered her large swaying tits fell through Jen's grasp of Kristin's hand as some shirtless guy gripped her hips and pounded her ass in a simulated buttfuck (well, I think it was simulated, anyway...she was wearing this skimpy little denim skirt, after all). They collapsed on the filthy club dance floor where I can only imagine the guy continued to hump the slut's rear until he either came in his shorts or on her colon. Jen and I helplessly watched our friends disappear into the thick white cloud billowing onto the chaotic floor from a fog machine. While wandering lost among the male and female bodies gyrating to the throbbing primal beat, we somehow got mixed up with this group of seven or eight really gorgeous, ultra-rich college chicks who were partying hearty on their corporate daddies' credit cards. I'm not sure exactly how we ended up riding with these wild party girls through the bright, warm Mexican streets in the back of an enormous hummer limo, but that's where Jen and I found ourselves. All of us were huddled together snorting lines of totally high-grade coke fresh from Columbia. The white crystals were chopped into thick lines on an autographed photo of George Bush for some strange reason (one of the girls' fathers went to Harvard with him or something). Personally, I can't stand that asshole (much to my conservative parents chagrin), but there was a kind of twisted ironic political statement in using his image that way, I guess. To wash down the tingling magic nose powder, we gulped chilled Dom Perignon directly from the bottle like swallowing an endless flow of intoxicating come spurting from hard green cocks that never went soft. In fact, one of the girls used a bottle on herself in just that manner as we rumbled through the steamy night, her glittery party skirt hiked up her thighs and panties rumpled around her ankle, her lovely face flushed crimson by the coke and naughty excitement of her brash exhibitionism. She slouched on the seat, her mouth dropped open, fingering her fully exposed pussy with one hand and pumping the bottle neck piston-like into her lush pliable lips with the other. She really put on quite a show for us and you could tell she was totally aroused by all us watching and cheering her on as she fucked herself into a juicy climax. I'm not a lezzie (really, I'm not...I have a boyfriend and everything) but her erotic display really, really turned me on...However, her performance was merely an aperitif to the sensual banquet we'd all indulge in later. Before the main course, we stopped at another club, very swanky and exclusive, overlooking the dark ocean. A group of horny business me—looking kind of dorky in Polo shirts and shorts—plied us with drinks (pink pussies, not surprisingly, was the favorite drink). One of the men—a guy older than my dad who was wearing too much cologne and had stinky nicotine breath—kept rubbing my thigh under the table and bragging about how much money he had...I don't know, but any guy who has to brag to me about how big his bank account is must be trying to compensate for deficiencies elsewhere, if you know what mean. Inching his fingers up beneath my skirt further and further as I nonchalantly sipped my pink pussy, he leaned over, squeezed my thigh, and whispered in my ear that he'd give me $1,000 to suck his dick. It was tempting, strictly in terms of a financial agreement (and in my intoxicated state) and I almost agreed, but just as his fingers neared their cushy destination beneath my dress Jennifer came over, grabbed me by the arm and pulled me away from my business negotiations causing me to spill my pink pussy all over the guy's lap. She told me as we trotted to the exit and the guy cursed us loudly that the limo was boarding and ready to set sail. Climbing aboard the gas-guzzling monstrosity, I noticed a couple fresh faces from the club had joined our bevy and were staring wide-eyed at a couple of girls in our group embracing each other and kissing, their mouths sliding together sloppily. The new girls must have thought they had stumbled into a Girls Gone Wild video as the chicks in our group giddily yelled their bawdy approval of the two smooching lovelies, holding champagne bottles over their heads and passing George Bush's powdery face around... I have no idea whose ritzy room we finally wound up in or how many of us beautiful young women ended up climbing in bed together...ten, maybe twelve total. Honestly, I was too tipsy to count as I lay back on the silk sheets gazing dreamily around the sexy scene, rhythmically thrusting my hips as a cute little thing with big brown eyes slurped and sucked and licked at my cunny with delightful girlish gusto. Her sun-bleached auburn hair was tied back in an adorable ponytail and it was obvious she was a couple years younger than me, around 18 or so, but oh did she have quite the experienced tongue. As she pressed my pussy lips apart with her fingers and lapped at my quim, which was enough to get me off, I also grew hot watching all the gorgeous girls around me discarding what was left of their inhibitions and flinging what remained of their expensive clothing and lingerie across the room. There were two girls kneeling beside me, for example, one blonde, the other brunette, both locked together in an unbridled female kiss, their mouths churning against each other with their bare melonous breasts pushed together. The blonde slid her hand slowly over the brunette's smooth hip and down between her legs to grab a hot handful of her twat. Lolling my head around to the other side, I found the smooth half moons of some other chick's taut little ass gaping before me, her puckered butthole winking at me as she frantically fingered her slick drippy labia below. I could just make out around her fleshy orbs the back of her head bobbing briskly between Jennifer's tanned thighs. My friend leaned back on her hands, her jugs spilling off to the sides and stiff nipples brazenly jutting out, her attractive face upturned into the plush crotch of an arrogant looking bitch standing over her on the bed. The haughty bitch, her strong legs astride, head tilted to the side and mascared eyes closed, cupped her hands around her globular titties, her kissable lips twisted into a sadistic kind of smile. I heard myself groan and my hips shoved a little faster at the sight of Jen's threesome, but the girl still licking me (she had amazing jaw muscles!), apparently did not think I was paying sufficient attention to her cunnilingual efforts. So she suddenly suctioned my hard clit into her mouth and gently bit it, causing me to yelp and look down at her with my mouth and eyes open wide in surprise. Her big brown eyes mischievously twinkled up at me, with her perky nose buried in the tangle of my curls and tongue waggling in my crevice. I was soooo in love with her...for a moment anyway. I'm sure my emotionalism resulted as much from the residual coke high as from her lovely licking...Gyrating my hips hard, my long silky brown hair tumbling around my face, I wanted to wax all eloquent about how great she was, about how I would dump my boyfriend, abandon my family, sell secrets to the Iranians—anything, if we could just remain in this sinfully sensuous position forever. However, all I managed to blurt out in my passionate throes was something like, "Oh, yeah, lick it, pretty girl...lick my pussy!" That's all she needed to hear, apparently. Stretching her lips wide around my vulva and looking up at me with those doe-like eyes of hers, she took my entire pudendum into her slurping teenage mouth, her cheeks hallowing as she sucked and sucked and sucked on me.I threw my head back and brought my leg up onto her back and groaned, pummeling the bed with my ass. My! What are they teaching kids these days? The blonde and brunette who had been lost together in a steamy Sapphic kiss were now at my tits, the blonde swirling her tongue around my pouting right areola, the brunette nearly losing her balance as she climbed over us and latched onto my pointy stiff left nipple with her mouth. And off to the side the arrogant bitch, her lips curled back over her pearly whites in a snarl, was swiveling her hips hard and fast while pinching her nipples. Jennifer wrapped her arms around the broncking bitch's thighs and struggled to keep her mouth affixed to the slippery moving target swaying above her. The girl between Jen's thighs suddenly threw her head back and whinnied loudly as she fingered herself into a messy climax, her asshole contracting and expanding, her thighs trembling and butt cheeks quivering as if her rapidly rubbing fingers had struck an electrical current hidden within her glistening coming cunt. "Oh. My. Gawd," I swooned, my head involuntarily dropping back onto someone's leg or belly or back as I succumbed to total sensory overload, arching my back and squirming beneath the two girls suckling at my breasts. Brown Eyes between my straining thighs had her lips firmly pursed around my sensitive, velvety folds and tossed her head, ponytail swishing, from side to side like a little puppy playing with a favorite chew toy. The intense pressure surged stronger and stronger in my throbbing, spreading pussy...I was gonna come...oh I was gonna come...the blonde was now kissing me on the lips, her golden strands hanging around her pretty face, her rum-soaked tongue probing deeply into the receptive depths of my mouth. My hand groped her tit as the brunette jealously elbowed the blonde away from me and planted her mouth onto mine. As I eagerly entwined my tongue around hers, the brown-eyed girl down below continued frenetically flicking my rock-solid clitty with her tongue...Oh my poor pussy!...I was so close...sooooooo fucking close.... The resentful blonde bumped the brunette off my mouth and planted her lips back onto mine as Brown Eyes sunk her finger into my gushing vagina. And I lay there with the blonde and brunette's nude bods pressed onto mine, and I was so close...so close...The brunette refused to concede my lips to the blonde and tried to push her rival away again but the blonde pushed back...they were cheek to cheek, their delicious lips vying for mine, one kissed me, then the other, then the other and soon we were twirling our tongues together in an exhilarating three-way kiss. Brown Eyes thrust her finger in and out of my grasping, yearning cunt and licked and licked and licked my clit...I reached both hands down between the tense thighs of the blonde and brunette and simultaneously fingered their soft, sopping pussies as they closed their eyes, held their heads back and moaned appreciatively in unison. That seemed to do the trick for me. "I'm coming," I blurted out, clenching my eyes and bracing myself. Right...on...the...edge... The blonde beat me to it, though. Collapsing onto me with a loud throaty cry, her sweaty, slender body shuddered and shook wildly against mine. "Oh fuck fuck fuck," she muttered breathlessly in my ear, as my fingers relentlessly continued to wiggle and wiggle and wiggle her sloppy slice. The brunette shakily lifted herself up off of me with this totally crazy look in her eyes. Breathing hard and fast through her mouth and positioning herself over me, her dark sweaty hair tussled around her cherry-red face, she grabbed my tit with a trembling hand and lowered her yawning sodden pussy right down onto my incredibly engorged nipple. "I'm...gonna...COME..." I squeaked. The brunette squatted onto my breast and, holding my shoulder with her other hand to steady herself, thrust her hips rapidly, her perky titties sloshing around freely. Despite her obvious good breeding, she was now rapturously releasing her inner whore and, based on her slutty performance, apparently loved it every moment of it. She held her head back, moaning lecherously to the heavens, her bobbling knees wide apart, her hips swiveling with increasing intensity, her pussy making loud squishy sounds as it rubbed against my ample breast, fucking herself into a sudden, shaking, shrieking orgasm. Seeing her body quaking in such orgasmic ecstasy, with the blonde's cunt still oozing warm syrup all over my hand, I felt my own pussy finally erupt in a jolting release of hot honey come. My entire body seismically shook with multiple creaming convulsions, with Brown Eyes down below still fucking me with one finger and rubbing my spasming clitty with another, perhaps giving her poor mouth a well-deserved rest. The brunette remained slumped over me, her wet pussy still pressed onto my tit...the blonde snuggled with me nibbling on my ear and mumbling very dirty things, and Brown Eyes sat up proudly on her knees, wiping my cunt cream from her glistening mouth with her forearm as the chick who had fucked herself with the champagne bottle reached around from behind her and, taking both of Brown Eyes' petite tits in hand, kissed Brown Eyes' bare shoulder... Soooo much more happened but all good things must come to an end (and my end did certainly come a few more times)...Jennifer and I finally staggered into the empty lobby of our hotel a little before sunrise. Catching a glimpse of our disheveled appearance in the lobby mirror as we clopped noisily to the elevator—worn-out eyes, tussled hair, clothes all out of place and rumpled—I was struck by how we both looked as if, well, we had just come from an orgy. I was soooooooo tired and just wanted to get some sleep before going to the airport, but I was also soooooooo incredibly relaxed. When we entered our suite, Jen and I found Kristina, Megan, Kellie, and Samantha huddled around the television and watching the news. They seemed like they had been up all night too, only they had obviously been crying. They all flocked around us when they saw me and Jen. From what I could gather in my sleep-deprived state, they were concerned about what had happened to us after our separation in the fog at the club. Oops. I guess we should've called. Our bad. "Oh my god, we thought you had been abducted or something," Megan cried, hugging me tightly. "I mean that's what they do that to pretty white girls down here," Kellie was blathering, "I know because I saw it on Nancy Grace and..." "We were just about to call the police," Samantha said in her usual uptight and overly dramatic way. "Where were you guys?" Kristina demanded, kind of relieved and pissed at us all at once. Well, how on earth do you answer a question like that after the kind of night Jen and I had experienced? What had happened all seemed so surreal now and almost impossible to describe, like waking from a really hot wet dream. I didn't even know where to begin. Plopping down tiredly on the couch with Jen, we exchanged tired glances and silly grins. After looking for a moment at our concerned friends gathered around where we slouched on the couch, their wide inquisitive eyes fixed on us, I drew in a deep breath and said the first thing that came to mind: "There was pussy, pussy everywhere, but not a cock to fuck..."