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Quiet

By: trash diva



Quiet. (c) copyright 2003 Trash Diva 

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I've lived in this apartment for a couple of years. I see my neighbors come and go, but I don't have much to say to them. I guess most apartment dwellers are like that.

It's an older building, no elevator, but I have a nice view of the picturesque street, so the walk up is okay.

I don't talk to people much. It's probably why I don't have more boyfriends. Most days I'd rather read a good book than have to deal with another person. My last boyfriend, Max, was always around, and it made me a little crazy. Even when he was leaving me to my books, he made so much noise that I couldn't concentrate and I couldn't escape. Right in the middle of a good sword fight, or a great seduction scene, there'd be a yell as his team scored a goal, or curses for an unfavorable call.

That relationship ended badly. I ended up throwing him out after he invited three friends to my house to watch the Superbowl. I spent the entire time hiding in my room. It was hellish. When the game was over, I asked him to take all his stuff with him.

"Wha? Why?"

"I just can't take it, Max. You're just too much. Sometimes you are fun, but most of the time, you're just too loud, too intrusive. You make me uncomfortable."

"You seem to like me sometimes."

"Less and less, Max. Let's just end it before it gets really stupid, okay?"

"You seem to like me in bed," he said, trying to be the slightest bit suggestive. It was the last straw.

"In bed? When's the last time we were in bed together, Max? How about right around the start of the football season?"

"Well, I'd be happy to..."

"But I wouldn't. Go, Max, go now."

He grabbed his things, including his stupid giant TV, and left me. I cried for a half hour, but felt far better than I had in months.

But this left me with a void. I may prefer to be alone a lot, but a girl likes a companion, at least some of the time.

Then a new neighbor moved in. My apartment is at the end of a hallway. It's pretty big. I make good money as a corporate librarian, so I can afford a pretty nice place. More room for books.

Anyway, the apartment next to mine faces ninety degrees away from mine. I can just see its door from my peephole. I watched him move in.

Maybe I've read too many spy novels, but the man has an odd collection of stuff. I saw very little furniture go in. A bed, a kitchen table, a couple of chairs. A couple of unmarked boxes. A couple of cases that made me think of guns. A laptop computer. That was it.

He himself was as spartan as his apartment must have been. Perhaps six feet tall, short dark hair, dark eyes. Dark slacks, and a blue windbreaker. A button down shirt in light blue. No jewelry, no watch. Mr. Average. But something about the way he carried himself was striking.

The first time I got a good look at him was a few days later. I was coming home from work. He was sitting on the front steps with his computer, dressed in shorts and a red t-shirt. No logos. As I walked up the street, he closed it and stood up, stretching.

When I turned to go up the steps, he smiled.

We both pulled our keys out at the same time. He smiled when he saw me note that.

I checked my mail, temporarily blocking the way up the stairs, but he waited patiently. He then followed me up the steps. If I hadn't know he lived next to me, I'd have been a little creeped out.

The name on his mailbox was Jones. Just Jones. I found that sort of interesting. I may have been attributing more to him than was justified, but I get my fun where I can.

I looked at him as I struggled with my lock. He looked concerned for a second, but I got it, and he smiled, and went into his own apartment.

He looks pretty good in person, better than through a peephole. Strong but not over built. Graceful. I'd guess he was mid thirties.

I saw him any number of times after that. He was often on the steps of the building with his computer. The few times I saw the screen, it showed an editor of some kind. Perhaps he was a writer. Other times, it was a solitaire game, and once in a while, some sort of design program, I think for electronics.

One weekend I decided it was too nice to spend indoors, so I did what I usually do on those occasions, which is go down to the little cafe down the street and drink coffee and read. Except this time, I couldn't stay there, because their kitchen caught on fire. I grabbed my paper cup of fine Costa Rican brew and went back home.

He was sitting on the steps. For whatever reason, I decided to sit down there too, and continue my reading.

I sat on the other side, leaving room for people to get up the stairs. It was wide enough that someone could move a refrigerator between us, and we wouldn't even have to lean away.

After a half an hour, I decided that my coffee was too cold, and the steps too hard, so I got up. He closed his computer and followed me up the stairs.

As I fumbled with my door, he stood by, opening his. Mine was getting worse, I needed to call the superintendent about it. After a few minutes of struggle, I backed away in frustration.

He looked at me, and held his hands out for the keys. For some reason I didn't hesitate to hand them over.

He inserted the key into the lock, felt around for a few seconds, and then opened it.

He smiled, and handed me my keys, touching my shoulder at the same time.

"Thank you," I said.

He shrugged and went into his own apartment. I went inside.

Two days later, it happened again. To make things fun, this time I had an armful of groceries.

He must have heard me struggling, because he came out of his apartment and watched for a second. I looked at him, eyes pleading, and tossed him the keys.

He smiled, and repeated his performance. He put the keys back in my hand, and winked at me, holding onto my hand for just a second.

I smiled shyly. He touched my shoulder again, and left me to get my groceries in.

I found myself thinking about him a lot. Quiet, handsome, and adept.

And powerful, somehow. Not overpowering, just confident.

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The next weekend was a fun one for me. I went out to see a movie. Dinner at my favorite cafe, reopened with a fresh coat of paint and a slightly burnt smell, their food was never the less as good as it ever was.

The movie itself was almost entertaining. It fell short due to bad acting, but not so bad that I felt compelled to leave. 

It was late in the evening as I walked up my stairs. I got out my keys, determined to be through my door in no times, instead of having the usual struggle.

I guess there's a reason I am a librarian, and not a mechanical engineer. Once more defeated, I pounded my door in frustration.

Suddenly his door opened. He stood there in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and gave me a wry smile as he glanced at my keys. I offered them to him.

He took them, and inserted the right one into the lock, and then turned and took my hand, placing it on the key. He then put his hand on mine, and showed me what his magic was. He turned the key slightly in the direction that would open it, and pulled out slightly, then turned the rest of the way. Suddenly it opened.

As happy as I was to learn the secret, I was happier to have him holding my hand, and standing so close. I turned around to thank him. Before I could speak, he took me into his arms, and kissed me!

At first I resisted, out of surprise, but I quickly melted. His gentleness and presence warmed me. He kissed me for several seconds before letting me go. He looked at me, to see my reaction. I looked away shyly, not knowing what to think, though I felt a smile creep onto my face, despite my confusion.

He pushed me gently into my apartment, and closed me in. I listened to him go into his own apartment.

What an odd moment. The kiss was a good one, on my scale. I would have loved another one. The fact that it came from someone who had never spoken to me was strange. I wasn't threatened by it, though some part of me sort of wanted to be.

I didn't see him for a week. I found myself looking for him.

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Our next encounter was much more intimate, but just as odd.

He was sitting on the steps again, this time without a computer. He was just watching the street and enjoying the day. I sat near to him. I'm not sure what made me do it. But it felt okay, as well as dangerous.

Eventually, I got cold, so I got up. He did as well. He followed me up the steps. I got to my apartment door, and inserted the key. I looked at him as I felt for the right place to turn it, and opened the lock, giving him a look of triumph.

He pulled me into his arms again, and this time looked me in the eyes, smiling, and quite deliberately ran his hands over my derriere. When I didn't protest, he kissed me and stroked my back and rear.

After a few minutes of this, I was panting. My mind swirled. All I knew about him was his last name, Jones, which I had gotten from his mailbox. Yet I was letting him fondle me in the hallway.

He pushed open my door, and pushed me inside. This time he followed.

I led him in, turning around when we were in the living room.

He pulled me into a kiss again. His hands moved gently over my body. I was getting hotter and hotter.

He suddenly pulled away and stood behind me. He cupped my breasts, tracing my already hard nipples. Then he started to unbutton my shirt. I was unsure what to do, so I let him. He moved surely, as if I had given assent to his actions, whatever they were.

He removed my shirt and laid it carefully over the back of a chair. He then removed my bra, tossing it onto the couch. He stood behind me again, and caressed my breasts, and nibbled my neck.

His hands moved down my belly, and opened my belt. Was I ready to have this happen? I shifted, but he held me in place, unbuttoning my pants and unzipping my fly.

That fleeting sense of danger came back, and I stood still. He pulled down my pants and panties at the same time. I stepped out of them, at the same time trying to vocalize a protest.

As he stood up, he ran a hand up the front of my legs, grazing the cleft between them. I started to say "I don't think..." as the sensation hit me. He wrapped himself around me again, teasing my legs open with one hand, as he caressed me with the other.

He stroked me for several minutes. I grew wetter by the second. He pulled his hands up my body, cupped my breasts again, and spoke to me for the first time.

"Don't move," he said.

It was an order, though a quiet one. It held the smallest amount of threat, but otherwise was just an instruction. His hands left me, and I listened to him disrobe.

A minute later later, his hands returned, and he pressed himself into me. I could feel his erection along the valley of my derriere, a feeling which gave me a thrill. His arms wrapped around me, and caressed me, his hands finding my mound again, as well as my breasts.

He pushed me forward, to the back of the couch, and bent me over it. I heard a package tearing, and then one hand touched my back. The tip of his penis found its way between my labia, and pressed forward slowly. I gasped at the feeling. He slowed a bit, and stroked my back and rear. Then he pressed in farther, eventually burying himself inside me.

The feeling was divine. I was slightly disturbed at how turned on I was, considering that this man was still a stranger to me.

He began to stroke in and out, moving slowly at first, and then faster. I felt his hand leave my back, and a few seconds later find it's way to my anus. It was slippery, I presume from saliva. He pushed it in, which increased my ardor. Soon I was gasping on every stroke, my insides starting to writhe.

I felt him come. He hesitated for a few seconds, trying to regain control, and then continued stroking. He pressed his finger farther into my anus, and his other hand reaching around to stroke my breasts, and then swirl around my clitoris.

This sent me over the edge. I moaned loudly, and bucked, impaling myself deeply onto him. He kept stroking my clitoris until I stopped him.

After a few seconds he pulled out, and let me up. He hugged me, and kissed me again. I wanted to say something, but my mind was spinning.

After a few minutes he dressed, throwing the used condom into my toilet, and kissing me one last time he left my apartment and went into his.

I couldn't believe it. Two hours later, it seemed like an odd dream, and the next morning, it was even more dream like, until I noticed the condom wrapper on the table next to my couch.

It came back to me then full force. A man I barely know made love to me, and the only thing he said the entire time was "don't move."

I didn't know what to think. Part of me wanted to be outraged, part of me loved it.

It made me hot and bothered.

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I was distracted for a day, but then work intruded, and I got back on track, the incident moving to the back of my mind.

I wondered a few times if it would happen again. Perhaps it was one of those one time things. His movements and actions weren't normal. I fantasized that he might be some sort of underworld type, a hit-man perhaps, and had picked me for his last moments of pleasure before an assignment that might get him killed.

Perhaps it was the case. If so, he was successful, because two days later, there was a knock at my door. I looked through the peephole, and he was there. Eerily, he was looking right at me. Not looking in with one eye as if trying to see in, just focused on the peephole, as if he knew I would be looking.

I opened the door. For some reason, I just looked at him, without saying anything.

He gently pushed open the door. I backed in, letting him. He shut the door, pulled me to him and kissed me. Oh those kisses. How can I describe them. Velvet steel. As gentle as feather, as inevitable as an iceberg. In them he possessed me, but inside them I was as free as a bird.

His hands grasped my derriere and stroked it. Then one came up to my neck, and grasping it, he pushed me down on my knees until my face was level with his pants. I looked at his face, but I knew what he wanted. I unzipped his pants, and uncovered his erection. His penis was long and thin, it's head turning purplish. I kissed it, licked up and down it's length, and took it into my mouth.

I swirled my tongue around the head, and along the underside. Holding my thumb and index finger in a ring in front of my lips, I moved up and down on him, tasting his skin, and feeling the texture of the veins on it.

He wasn't long in coming. His hand gripped the back of my neck and he pressed into me. I kept my tongue moving even as I felt the semen hit the back of my mouth. I swallowed, the movements making him buck. A movement of his hand told me to stop. I kneeled there for while, holding him in my mouth as he softened.

Finally he pulled out, and pulled me to my feet. He kissed me again, squeezed my ass, and brushed my hair out of my eyes. He then turned around and left.

I was slightly astonished that I wasn't mad at him, even as I masturbated on the couch. I didn't feel abandoned or used exactly. Well, sort of used, but not like a tool, but more of a toy, a favored plaything. Loved. He was giving me as much time as he had for me. At least that's how I felt.

Of course, that also felt like a rationalization. My devil's advocate, my tiny cynic, was screaming that I had basically been raped. But no. I knew I could say no. I also knew I wouldn't. His regard for me was far more than Max had ever shown, and Max had bought me numerous presents. But with Max I felt appeased, whereas with Jones I felt more important, somehow.

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Jones wasn't long in appearing again. The next time he showed up, I was in the middle of cleaning my apartment. I opened the door with a dust mop in my hand. He smiled at me in my charwoman get up, ratty old sweats and a kerchief around my hair. I opened the door and let him in.

He looked around. I had pulled the furniture out from the walls, and was cleaning behind them. He must have had a pretty keen eye because he spotted where I had left off.

"Keep going," he said, gesturing to the spot.

I gave him a wry smile. I wondered if he knew how he affected me. I was already beginning to get aroused. 

I picked up my dust mop and started in again. I could feel his eyes on me. It was nice to know he enjoyed looking at me. The few times I glanced at him, he was always looking, usually at my backside. Maybe it was his favorite thing about me. I thought it was too large.

I was most of the way done when I noticed that he was taking off his pants. I almost stopped, but he waved me on. I wasn't sure what he was up to. It sure made cleaning a lot more interesting.

I started in on the bathroom. In cleaning the tub I had to bend over a number of times. I saw during one of those times that he was standing behind me. I straightened up to clean my sponge, and then started to bend over again. He stepped in and swiftly lowered my sweats. I don't wear panties in them. I kept bending over, sensing this is what he wanted me to do.

I tried to play along as best I could and kept scrubbing even as he entered me and began the long slow strokes while caressing my rear. It was too much, and I dropped the sponge and put my hands on the edge of the tub. 

Again he stuck a wet finger into my anus. This time he slid a second one in as well. He moved these in and out very slowly, which hurt the tiniest bit. This was more than offset by the feeling in my vagina. He knew how to stroke, and I was approaching orgasm swiftly. I think we may have climaxed together, because when I went over, I felt him stiffen as well. He pressed his fingers deep inside me, held on to my hip, thrusting in firmly.

He let me up a few seconds later, and kissed me. While I was recovering from that he washed his hands, and put his pants back on. Then he held me for a minute, caressing my back and hair and backside.

When I had cooled out enough to start moving, he kissed me again, and left.

I cleaned up a bit, and then finished cleaning. I caught myself thinking of him as my boyfriend.

But what was he? My lover? My assailant? Both of these were wrong. The intimacy we had was strictly sexual. I didn't even know his first name! I had no idea what he did for a living, I knew nothing about him. He knew nothing about me, other than he probably knew he could have me at his will. At least I think he knew this. I couldn't figure out how to refuse him.

When Max and I had sex, I was clearly in charge of the boundaries. He suggested things, and I accepted or rejected them. He tried things, to be sure. Every guy does. His first attempts to feel my breasts and to get his hand between my legs were clumsy at best, and ill timed. He wasn't terrible, just average. I eventually thawed a bit, and we had some fun. But it was always a negotiation. It may have been the only thing we talked about that wasn't contentious.

Max knew a fair amount about me, and I him. I knew his friends' names, I couldn't avoid knowing his favorite teams. While I had never met his family, as they were in a different state, I knew of them, and had even talked to a sister once. I knew where he worked, he had visited me at my job. He knew my favorite authors and movies.

I had never felt this way about Max. I spent a fair amount of time waiting for him to leave. Jones was so mysterious as to be almost frightening, and yet I couldn't wait for him to come back. I had no idea what he might decide I should do, or how far he would take me, but I knew I was going.

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The next time was a few days later. It was late at night, and I had gone down into the storage area to find a book in my boxes down there. The storage area is at the front of the building, about as far away from any outside door as you can get. You have to pass through the laundry room to get there. To make things more scary, the lights are often burned out, so I had the habit of carrying a flashlight with me when I was down there.


Quiet



I heard his footsteps coming through the laundry room. I looked out of my storage unit, and caught his eye. He smiled.

If I had wanted to escape, I couldn't. My knees went weak.

By the time he crossed the remaining thirty feet, I was panting. I couldn't believe how aroused he made me.

He stepped in the storage unit, and looked around for a second, one of his hands sliding up my belly and over my right breast as he surveyed the contents.

He closed the door, and pushed me towards my stack of boxes. He tested them for sturdiness, and then took the flashlight from me, and switched it off, plunging us into darkness.

I felts his hands explore my body, pressing into the crevasses, eliciting little gasps from me. His hands then went down my sides. He calmly took hold of my wrists, and brought them together, holding them with one hand. I moaned. With his now free hand he explored some more, touching my face, my belly, sliding under my shirt and bra to circle my breasts. It slid down again, and he pushed down my pants and panties, one side then the other, stopping to caress my mound in between.

When he could get his hand to the middle of my panties, he pressed them down, out of the way. I thought about foregoing them in the future. They seemed to get in the way. The fact that this idea came to mind made me burn with arousal, and a hint of shame.

The hand around my wrists twisted, telling me to bend over. I spread my legs as far apart as I could. He pressed down in the small of my back and pulled on my arms, making me arch my back. I was completely open to him, or as much as I could be with my pants around my ankles. Maybe more skirts?

He lowered me onto the boxes. Again he commanded me not to move, and so I didn't, ass in the air, wrists crossed, panting, as he prepared himself. I didn't have to wait long. He grasped my wrists again, using them to pull me onto him. My eyes were just beginning to perceive a tiny bit of light. I decided I didn't want it, so I shut them, and enjoyed just feeling things.

He thrust into me forcefully. Images flooded into my head.

Many women have rape fantasies. No one want to be truly raped, coerced, threatened with harm or death, but many of us harbor a small desire to be taken against our will by someone who we know deep down wouldn't actually hurt us. The violence without the fear. The violation without the loss of security.

This is what I felt. In the pitch black of the musty storage room, the tall stranger held me down and fucked me, used me for his pleasure. I was just an object, a conquest, an opportunity. Yet my hind brain felt no real fear; it was howling for release.

He pounded into me relentlessly, pawing at my breasts, pulling my wrists and arms painfully. The slapping of his legs against mine was couple with the sounds of my breath and his, ragged from the exertion.

I came first, moaning through clenched teeth. He followed me soon after.

He pulled out of me, and was swiftly gone. I pulled up my pants, and switched on the light again. I didn't care so much about the book I had been looking for, but I found it anyway, locked the unit up, and stumbled back upstairs.

His door was closed. I went through mine. Sitting on the couch, I tried to imagine what he was doing now. Watching TV? Getting ready for bed? Working on his computer?

Lurking, waiting for his next "victim"?

I became aroused again. I wasn't in a gentle mood, either. I swiftly removed my clothing, and plunged several fingers into my burning vagina. I found twisting a nipple to be much more exciting then I would have imagined something painful would be. I came to a violent climax, pounding the back of my head on the back of the couch and groaning loudly.

Spent, I tossed the book I had retrieved onto my night stand, showered the sweat and dust off, and fell into a deep sleep, wondering what was next.

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The problem with working with people is that people are also vectors for disease. Thus it was that I came down with a cold. It was the middle of the day, and I was uncharacteristically listening to the radio in a quest to stave off the boredom. All my books were read, and I didn't feel like getting more at the moment. My favorite authors hadn't released anything new lately, and I wasn't in the mood to reread anything.

Having a cold is nasty at best. My nose was red from blowing and I felt gross. I was dressed in a yellow robe and an old pair of pajamas. This is how I looked when he knocked on my door.

Somehow I knew it was him before I looked. I opened the door.

"Hello, Jones," I said, in all my stuffy nosed glory.

"Oooooh," he said, and clucked his sympathy. He gingerly hugged me. The change in his demeanor warmed me, and I relaxed into him.

He squeezed me again, and stepped back.

"Have you eaten?"

"I was thinking about soup."

He nodded. Giving me a smile that served as a warning, he picked me up under my legs and arms, and deftly carried me back to my bed. I was surprised by this. I was more surprised when he didn't immediately start undressing me. I expected him to, though I wasn't quite feeling up to it.

He walked out of the room, and I heard him banging around in the kitchen.

"Chicken noodle?"

"Yes, please," I called.

A few minutes later, he came in with a steaming bowl of soup, and a few saltines.

He sat with me as I ate the soup, listening to the radio. When I was finished, he took the bowl and plate away. I heard him washing the dishes.

He came back and turned down the radio, and then kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed with me, putting an arm around me. It made me feel very cozy and loved.

But I was also acutely aware of the fact that he had an erection. I glanced at the bulge in his thin pants a few times.

How can you not like a man who finds you sexy when you are looking terrible?

He started caressing my belly, watching me for signs of protest. Seeing none he slid his hand under my pajama tops, and gently circled a breast. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation.

I had to sneeze. He stopped and retrieved a tissue for me. I blew my nose and gave him a wan smile.

He smiled back at me, and continued. Eventually, his hand slid lower, brushing my pubic hair, as he once again checked for a reaction from me. I kept my eyes shut. He would find me wet.

Max came nowhere near me if I was sick. The boyfriend before that was a little better, but the idea of him touching me like this while I was sick failed to arouse me at all.

Jones made it healing somehow. I still don't think I could have refused, either.

His fingers dipped in between my labia, and came up lubricated. He gently moved up and down my outer labia, and then my inner, and slowly circled my clitoris, coming in gently, giving me as much time as possible to get comfortable with it.

The truth was he could have started fucking me hard and fast and I would have been ready for it. But the gentleness hit me just as hard, making me feel radiant, despite the cold.

His middle finger dove deeper and deeper, finding that special place inside, while his thumb circled my clit. I felt the fire begin, and started moaning loudly. He sped up just a bit, and I accelerated over the top, thrashing violently against him.

He stopped at just the right time, and slid his hand out of my pajama bottoms.

I closed my eyes to enjoy the afterglow. He held me for several minutes as I became sleepy. Then he slid his arm out from underneath my head, and tucked me under my covers.

I barely heard him leave.

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A few days later, feeling far better, though not one hundred percent, I stepped out of the apartment to go to the store. I heard him sneeze, and blow his nose. I had obviously given him my cold.

Before I knew it, I was knocking on his door.

He opened it with a smile, and let me in.

His apartment was as spartan as I imagined it at the beginning. The living room was devoid of furniture. The cases that I thought were guns were open near one wall, and contained some sort of test equipment. The boxes were set on end nearby, and contained a few books.

More books were on the kitchen table, with some printed circuit boards and a few manuals, plus his computer. An empty bowl was next to them.

Oh well, that left one thing.

I led him to his bedroom. He lay down on the bed. Slipping off my shoes, I cradled him as he had me, and caressed him. He closed his eyes, a smile on his face.

I watched his erection grow, but stayed away from it for a while. Eventually I moved my hand down lower, and moved his boxer shorts' fly aside, and gently grasped his phallus. I stroked it gently, fascinated by it, as well as my own state of mind. Sex as nurturing, as care taking, was a new thing. It had just been for fun before. 

I slid down the bed, and pushed apart his legs and crouched between them. I took him into my mouth, and moved up and down, sucking gently on him. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensation.

He wasn't long in climaxing. He stopped me and I carefully withdrew after he went soft, then pulled his shorts over his penis to keep the cold air from hitting it.

Getting up from the bed, I covered him, and kissed him on the forehead. His hand shot out, and caressed my ass, so I stood there fore a few seconds so he could get his fill. It was hardly unpleasant. He then pulled his hand under the covers, and settled in.

I locked his door as best I could and left. I had to return to my apartment and masturbate before I went to the store. Would that all Good Samaritan missions be so arousing.

Weeks went by. Jones came to me every few days and had me. That's the best word. The love and affection of our sick days not withstanding, when we were both feeling better, we went back to the old encounters. A knock at the door, and several minutes later I would be draped over a chair or the couch, or on my knees.

I realized that he really liked my ass. He never failed to caress it, and he always bent me over to fuck me.

He also always had fingers up in it. Now he was up to four. I knew what was coming.

The other thing was that about a third of the time, it was a vigorous, violent time. More than once he was holding onto my wrists while he pounded into me, or holding my hair while he fucked my mouth.

I felt an exhilaration to think of things this way. The violence of the word fuck became erotic. Sometimes it was lovemaking, but most of the time it was fucking.

Once he climaxed, and pulled out, but I hadn't gotten off yet. He looked at me.

"Kneel," he commanded. I got onto my knees. "Masturbate, do it," he said.

My hand dipped into my already engorged cunt, and closing my eyes I started to stroke myself. I felt him move next to me and take a breast into his hand. He started to cruelly twist the nipple. I clenched my teeth and groaned. His other hand was stroking my ass in firm strokes. Suddenly he slapped it. The pain jolted me, causing me to gasp. It was incredibly arousing. He spanked me five or six more times. I spread my legs more and attacked my cunt violently. The hand on my breast moved to the other, and gave me it the same treatment. He spanked me several more times.

I came violently, thrashing against him.

As I came down, he stroked my inflamed buttocks, and kissed my neck.

He helped me up, and hugged me. As he kissed me, he stroked my derriere more. Then he left as wordlessly as always.

I found myself becoming more and more wanton in my fantasies. An on-line sadomasochism site caught my interest at one point. I masturbated at work a couple of times, feeling pleasantly naughty for doing so.

The great thing was that I wasn't being adversely affected by this. My work was more than up to par, since I was more relaxed. The dull moments were filled with fantasies, and the work amused me.

The randomness of his visits also kept me on my toes. He came over at all hours, once catching me just before I need to leave for work. A swift blow job later I was on my way, just a few minutes late.

One Saturday, I heard him knocking around in his apartment. Just hearing him made me randy. Except for the one time, I had never gone to him, always waiting for him to come to me. I don't know why, but I found myself in front of his door.

The door opened swiftly, and he grabbed me and pulled me in. The smile he gave me was a little ferocious. He shut the door and pushed me to the bedroom.

"Hello. Strip," he said. I swiftly complied.

He looped my belt around my neck and led me to the bathroom, making me get in the tub. Stripping off his clothes he got in with me. He then pissed in my face, and all over my breasts.

I should have been disgusted, but I was aroused. He was growing hard even as he finished.

He turned on the shower and rinsed me off, then himself. He stuck his now hard penis into my mouth and aimed the sprayer in my face, forcing me to keep my eyes closed. I tried to get him off, but he wouldn't let me move my head, so I just held on while he sprayed me.

He stopped and turned off the water. He looped the belt around my neck again, and hauled me up. A moment of incongruity crept in when he carefully stepped out of the tub, and helped me out. The force came back swiftly as he dragged me to the bed.

He threw me down face first with my legs hanging off. He put one of my arms into a hammerlock and held me down. I felt him dangle the belt near my well exposed ass.

There was a swish and a crack. Searing pain spread out from the stroke of the belt. I cried out, but was muffled by the bedding. Just as well, I didn't want him to have to stop.

I lost count of the strokes. My buttocks were throbbing, but my cunt was inflamed.

He threw the belt on the bed, and said "Don't move."

I lay there and throbbed as he moved around the room. Suddenly I felt a cold sensation as he squeezed a tube into my rectum. I shuddered.

"Lay on your side."

I moved up onto the bed, my ass at the edge, giving him the access he wanted.

He thrust a finger into my anus, then two, then three. The weeks of preparation were worth it, I opened up quickly.

He swiftly impaled my anus with his stiff cock. I could feel his public hair on the inflamed cheeks of my rear. He waited scant seconds before beginning to pump in and out. There was the slightest bit of pain as my anus fluttered, but I concentrated on relaxing, and just accepting what was happening.

Like the time in the storage unit, I had the feeling of being willingly violated. I contemplated this as he rammed into me and abused my breasts. 

Suddenly I felt him explode into me. I realized he wasn't wearing a condom. I was surprised by this, but too aroused to consider its implications at the moment.

He stayed in me, and kept pumping, but now he lifted my right leg, which was on top, and held it up. With his other hand he stroked my cunt, getting as far into as he could. I twisted my nipples and moaned into the pillow. Minutes later I came, thrashing and grinding into him.

After few minutes of cool down and a shower, I was back in my apartment, still feeling the heat on my derriere, and the afterglow. I picked up one of my new books and read it beginning to end, not really comprehending it, as my thought kept being interrupted my the violent scene in which I had just participated.

The thought came around again that he had come inside of me. I wasn't worried about pregnancy, obviously, but disease was a real concern.

As it turned out, it occurred to Jones as well.

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A week later, he showed up at my door. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I fell into my usual role, following his lead, saying nothing. Getting aroused was, at this point, pretty much automatic. We didn't even leave my front hall. He unzipped my pants, and pulled them off of me. I started to turn around, but he stopped me.

Getting on his knees, he gave me a new treat. His tongue parted my labia, and licked me straight over my clit. I shuddered. He buried his face and went to work. I loved every minute of it.

Just as I started to fly towards the peak, he stopped, and turned me around. I looked at him over my shoulder. He grinned at me at he opened the condom and rolled it on. He bent me over the hall table, inserted himself and started pumping. Once again I was moving towards the peak. Without stopping he opened a piece of paper and put it on the table in front of me.

It was a sexually transmitted diseases test for one Felix Jones, with a date five days in the past. Negatives, all the way down.

It's amazing how a medical report can be sexually exciting, and even romantic.

I came like mad. Felix (I knew his first name now!) didn't. When I stopped thrashing, he was still pumping.

"Jones," I said, "put that anywhere you like."

A second later he was pressing into my anus. I guess I was sufficiently loose and lubricated, because he was in quickly with no pain. He took it slowly, caressing my ass and occasionally kissing my back and playing with my breasts.

He climaxed and stopped moving, staying in my ass until he got soft. Then he got on his knees and smothered my ass with kisses. He stood up again and patted it.

"It's just the right size," he said.

"So is this", I said, indicating his penis. He smiled, and kissed me, not missing the opportunity to grope my ass some more.

As always, he left swiftly.

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Weeks later, I was amused when a work friend, Frieda, commented, "You know, you've been more relaxed lately. You finally dump that loser boy of your, Max?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Find a new one?"

"Something like that."

"Well, good. It's good to be in a nice healthy relationship."

I laughed. Healthy? I wasn't sure. It was fun. Sometimes it was inconvenient. Every time I was late for work, it was because I was getting fucked. I started wearing skirts to make things a little faster. Sometimes it was a little messy, since he didn't let a little thing like menstruation stop him. In fact, it seem to make him more aroused.

Sometimes it was surprising. He once picked my lock and woke me up with a hand over my mouth, then tied me up and fucked me up the ass. That one shocked me, I climaxed when he did. He replaced my locks the next day. I noted with a certain amount of pleasure that he kept a set of keys for himself.

He also turned the worst day of my life around and made me feel incredibly loved.

I was at work when the director of research for the company called me into his office.

"Look, I won't beat around the bush," he said. "Due to the merger, we're closing the library. They already have one five times the size of this. You're low woman on the totem pole, so you get the axe. I'm sorry."

I felt like hell. I had worked there for three years. Worse yet, I was only offered two months of severance pay. It had taken me five months to find this job in a good economy. There was no way I could find one this good in two months, and my savings were meager because of my student loans. The only saving grace was that the loans were mostly gone. But I would still have to move out of my beautiful but expensive apartment.

And away from Jones.

When he came into my apartment that day, he looked really excited. He stopped short when he saw my face.

I looked up at him.

"What's wrong?" he said.

I explained the situation. He held me when I started crying again.

He calmed me down, but seemed to be pensive. Suddenly he stood up.

"Get your coat," he said.

Even through my sadness, I couldn't refuse him. I trudged over to the closet, got my coat, and followed him. I was faintly amused when he pulled his keys out and locked my door for me.

He led me down to a car (It never occurred to me to wonder if he owned a car) and sat me in it. It was a really nice vehicle. From the contents of the back seat, I decided that Jones must be an electrical engineer.




Quiet



He got in and started it, and drove down the street. Ten minutes later, we were on highway, and in another twenty, we were in a suburb. We pulled up to a darkened house.

He got out and opened the door for me. I was mystified as to what was going on, but my expectation was to be naked in a few minutes, getting my brains screwed out. Frankly, I welcomed the diversion.

He opened the door to the house, and pushed me inside. He turned on a few lights.

He shut the door and led me up the stairs. At the top he turned down the hall, and led me to the bedroom at the end. It had a grand bay window, looking out on a pond, a beautiful sight in the fading sunlight. Like the rest of the house that I had seen, it was empty.

He wrapped his arms around me. "Beautiful, eh?"

I nodded, still somewhat morose.

He started to disrobe me. I relaxed into his caresses and movement, and soon I was naked, looking out at the beautiful view.

He pressed down on my shoulders, so I got on my knees. He kept pressing until my cheek was on the floor. I shut my eyes, and waited for him to enter me. He tore open the condom and sailed the wrapper across the room. Stroking my back he entered me.

He kept one hand on my back, and the other stroking my ass. I was losing myself to the oblivion of his possession of me when he spoke.

"Your cheek is pressed against the floor of your room."

"What?"

"Your cheek is..."

"What do you mean?" I pushed myself up and turned around so I could look at him.

"I was coming to tell you I just closed on this house. I'm moving out of your building. You can too. Live here. Take your time finding a job."

He gestured down the hall.

"My room is down there. There's a big kitchen, a basement, a bunch of other rooms, a bunch of closets. It's a whole bunch of places where I can take you and screw your beautiful ass."

I was dumbfounded.

"Jones, I.. I hope... I hope you won't freak out, but I love you. This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."

"I love you too. You already did the nicest thing anyone could do for me."

"What was that?" I asked. I couldn't figure out what I had done that was this amazing.

"Shut the fuck up and bend over."

I laughed, and took the hint. Smiling like a maniac, I let Jones have his way with me.



Quiet



She stands alone in the quiet room. Blindfolded, she is unaware of what is in the room with her, though she knows that he will be there soon. That knowledge both excites and frightens her. While she knows the fear comes from the uncertainty, from not knowing what to expect from him, she is excited by the mystery and anticipation.

Since she cannot see, she cannot easily judge time, yet it doesn't feel that it has been long before she hears the door open behind her. "He must be barefoot," she thinks, hearing soft footfalls approach. She turns her head as though looking for someone, hoping it is him.

The feel of his warm breath on her ear causes her to jump slightly. She is suddenly uncertain about how to react.

"You're really here." There is a hint of surprise in his voice.

"You doubted?" she whispers.

"I wasn't sure." She senses a strength and gentleness in his warm, slightly accented voice that eases her mind. Preparing herself for the adventure to come, she relaxes in the knowledge that she still has some control over the situation.

He takes hold of her firm hips, moving her to stand directly in front of him. With her back to his chest, he reaches down to kiss the side of her exposed neck. He smells vanilla and citrus, and beneath that, her own warmth.

"So, are you going to do whatever I ask?" There is a sensual rumble in his voice that sends a shiver down her spine. She can feel a hint of wetness starting in her core.

"No."

"I thought that was part of the deal," he murmurs as he gently kneads at the soft fabric covering her hips. The feeling of the dress gliding over her smooth skin is already causing him to twitch. He is looking forward to collecting on their bet.

"Not entirely," she whispers. "I always reserved the right to refuse three things."

"What things would those be?"

She gives him a sexy, teasing grin. "I don't know what you're planning to ask of me yet."

"I see," he says, amused.

His hands continue their slow exploration of her sides, feeling the heat from her body. She finds herself relaxing even more into his hands, enjoying both their strength and tenderness through her dress.

"You already know that I have very few boundary issues. Just play it by ear."

They are still speaking in low, restrained tones

"Are you warm enough?"

"I wouldn't mind a couple more degrees, but it feels fine."

"Then I'm going to remove this," he says, reaching up to open her thin cotton dress, helping it fall to the floor.

The movement of the fabric causes her to shiver again. She gasps at the sensation of the soft cotton sliding over her skin. When the neckline's seam slips over her nipples, she feels them begin to rise.

He steps back to walk around her, wanting to see all of her. This is something he has wanted for a long time, so he relaxes into the moment and enjoys himself, allowing his eyes to roam her body.

From the tips of her pedicured toes to the red curls of her upswept hair, her skin is smooth and pale except for the sprinkling of freckles on her arms and legs. Her legs are toned from years of biking and dancing, and her small ass begs for his touch. As he returns to stand in front of her, he spies what he assumes is a small birthmark on her outer labia, and smiles in amusement.

'Odd place for a birthmark,' he muses to himself.

"What are you doing now?" She sounds nervous. The loss of physical contact is an uncomfortable surprise.

"I'm looking at you." His gaze moves up her torso from the dip where her waist joins her hips to her full, creamy white breasts. As he focuses on her nipples, he notices the areola are pale, a subtle blush of pink on her alabaster skin, and a perfect fit for his mouth. He feels his cock twitch again, anticipating the rest of the evening.

"And?"

"You're... beautiful."

Her head moves, and she reaches out for him, trying to keep up with his voice.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Where are you?"

"I'm right here." He returns to stand before her. As his hand touches her waist, she visibly calms. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"I'm fine, really. It's just taking me a little longer to get used to the blindfold than I thought it would. I can't see you, so if you aren't touching me, I don't know where you are."

"I'm not going to leave you alone." He briefly touches his fingertips to her face. "If you're uncomfortable, we can remove your blindfold. You know that, right?"

"No, I just liked standing here with the contact, and you took it away."

Standing still for so long, her body is growing tired. She inhales deeply and stretches her arms above her head, hoping to ease some of the tension from her spine.

He takes advantage of the unguarded moment to slowly move his hands up her torso. "Better?" he murmurs, grinning.

"Yes," she laughs lightly. His touch brings fire to her skin, and she loves it.

With his hands just below her shoulder blades, he leans in and kisses her, nibbling and sucking in turn at her lips. Surprised, her breath catches, but she soon relaxes and responds to the gentle pressure.

He pulls her body closer to him, not moving his hands from their position. She enjoys the erotic sensation of his clothing brushing against her bare skin, and places her hands on his waist.

Before she can do anything more, he steps away, and she sounds a wordless complaint.

"No, not yet," he teases. "I think we're going to have to do something about you."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Will you allow me to tie your hands?"

This leaves her silent.

"I won't tie you so tightly that it causes you pain. You'll also be able to get out of it if you feel the need."

She thinks for a moment before telling him she will allow it.

"Thank you." He walks away, returning with a silk scarf, tantalizing her by drawing it slowly down her arms before loosely binding her wrists.

With her hands tied behind her back, he walks around her again, trailing his fingers across her body in a feather-light touch. She gasps, and goose bumps appear under his trace. Her nipples immediately harden further, and she can feel her pussy moistening even more.

He allows his fingers to dance up and down her body as he walks. First he draws his fingertips across her shoulders, then the length of her arm, along the undersides of her breasts, over her abs to the other arm, and finally to the small of her back. She shivers with pleasure and moans lightly.

"Do you like how that feels?" His whisper is husky with desire, yet he pulls his hands away from her. After hearing her moan, his cock strains within his jeans.

"Yes."

He is still moving, and it frustrates her that he isn't touching her. She continues turning her head, as if looking for him.

"What about this?" He stops behind her, leaning in to kiss her slender neck. She sighs as his hands move up to cup her full, heavy breasts.

Pressing into his chest, she smiles. Somehow he knows what she likes, and she is willing to let him continue.

Not wanting to let her get too comfortable just yet, he allows his hands to move about her body again. Change is good for a person after all, he tells himself. Why not try something different on her. It is always possible to return; those beautiful breasts aren't going anywhere.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yes."

As his hands explore her body, she wriggles her bound hands until she is able to lightly massage the growing bulge she feels in his jeans. She murmurs her approval of his actions and turns her head toward his, seeking his lips again.

They kiss, and he wraps his arms about her, pulling her firmly against his chest. He slowly brings one hand up to her neck and just behind her ear, holding her in the kiss. Twining his fingers into her hair, he deepens the kiss, until he notices that her caresses of his cock have grown more assertive.

"Wait a minute," he laughs, fighting back a groan as he breaks off and steps back. "No, I don't think we need you doing that just yet."

"Don't tell me you weren't enjoying it," she teases.

"You have great hands," he agrees, adjusting himself in his jeans, thankful she can't see, "but it wasn't part of the bet."

"Are you seriously going to tell me that I can't touch you because I lost the damn bet?"

"Yeah, I am."

She could hear the grin in his voice.

"What kind of sucker bet was this?"

"As I recall, it was your idea."

"Okay, I suggested we make the bet, but why would you set these terms? What's in this for you?"

He wraps his arms about her waist and kisses her, lightly drawing the tip of his tongue over her bottom lip. "Does it really matter?"

"I suppose not." Pressing herself into him, she resumes the kiss, allowing his tongue to probe her mouth. Her tongue caresses his, leaving him free to let his hands roam.

His hands are deliberate in their movements about her body. He seems to be trying to discover all her most ticklish areas, and the way she squirms under his touch indicates he is finding many of them.

"You're really ticklish." He grins delightedly.

"It's nice of you to notice," she giggles.

"I couldn't help it. At least, not the way you keep wriggling about, which is honestly pretty damn sexy. Are you like this everywhere?"

"Well, I kind of think you should continue learning on your own. You seem to be pretty good at picking things up quickly," she teases. "Or you can go back to your changing things up."

Though she is still blindfolded, she knows he is smiling at that.

"You have a good point," he breathes. "Although, I think I'd like a change of scenery, because I plan on taking my time with you."

With that, he lifts her into his arms and carries her across the room.

She feels herself being lowered onto the bed. "Are you going to leave my hands behind me?"

"Excuse me?"

"Having my hands tied behind me here could get kind of uncomfortable, don't you think?"

"Oh, that. Yes, you have a point there."

He maneuvers her into a seated position and reaches behind her to loosen her hands. Before she can do anything, he ties them again, this time in front of her, then pulls them up and fastens them to what she can only presume is the bedstead. Although bound, she is not uncomfortable.

"You really want to have me tied up?"

"Relax. I think you'll enjoy it." His voice is teasing, yet tender. "You'll still be able to get out of everything if you really want to."

He eases her into a reclining position on the bed, then leans over to deeply kiss her.

Before she can fully respond to him, he is gone. She feels him rise from the bed and senses him moving away. "Where are you going?"

"Don't worry, I'll be right back." His voice is soft.

She can hear the sound of fabric moving, the soft rasp of a zipper, and realizes he is undressing. With the blindfold, she is somewhat frustrated in not being able to see him. Since that apparently has to be the case, she wishes desperately for her hands, wanting to touch him, to drink in his skin as fully as possible. At the same time, she is willing to let him play it out.

He returns to the bed and lies down alongside her, draping an arm over her torso, wanting to both tease and please her. One hand traces a slow, achingly light path up and down her ribcage. At the same time, she feels his lips caressing her cheek, nose, forehead, ear, and finally, her lips. Their kiss builds and his wandering hand moves to cover her breast.

She moans softly, the sound muffled by his mouth. The warmth coming from his bare body amazes and comforts her. She loves the feel of his hands on her body, and tries to communicate that to him by pressing up into his hand.

Her movement encourages him to caress her breast, massaging the underside, running a finger over the nipple before bending down to gently suckle first at one, then the other, each time drawing her full areole into his mouth. God, he loves the feeling of a nipple hardening in his mouth. Her sighs tell him that she is excited as well as pleased.

Slowly, his free hand continues to move along the length of her body. At her hip, he raises his hand to brush the smooth skin with the backs of his fingernails, again raising goose flesh. She gasps and twists her body, angling her hips toward him, wanting to feel him, his hand, his mouth, his cock, anything, between her legs.

"Lay back," he chuckles. "You really are ticklish. I didn't think anyone could be this sensitive, but here you are."

"Maybe I need more contact."

He reaches over to nuzzle her neck. "I wouldn't worry about that if I were you."

"Is that a promise?" she grins at him from behind her blindfold.

Instead of answering directly, he smoothly runs his hand up her chest, caressing between her incredible breasts, and moves to nibble at her ear. He plays with her hair as it lies on the pillow behind her.

"Please, I need you to kiss me," she whispers.

He is silent, yet he brings his hand to her face, caressing her cheek, tracing a line along her lips. She opens her mouth slightly at this pressure and draws his finger inside, sucking on it softly, running her tongue along it as she teases with the catch and release of keeping his finger in her mouth.

He moans lightly, his cock stiffening further at the suggestion she gives through the tension she maintains on his finger. Slowly, carefully, he pulls his finger from her lips, then leans in to kiss her, thrusting his tongue between her teeth, allowing it to dance with hers. His hand moves down her body to knead at her thigh, subtly spreading her legs further apart.

Breaking the kiss, he paints sensuous designs down her body with his tongue. When he reaches her hips, he adjusts his weight to slide between her long, slender legs, and continues moving his tongue down her inner thigh. Although he can smell her arousal, he forces himself to move along her leg, toward her knee.

The tickling sensation on the inside of her knee is intense. Not being able to see what he is doing, she has to rely on her other senses. She has always been very tactile, and his touch is teasing and powerful, causing her to writhe and gasp in pleasure.

His tongue continues drawing pictures along her inner knees and thighs. Her legs move, trying to get away from the intensity. She tries to beg him to change what he is doing, yet is only able to moan and whimper in crazed desire. 

Slowly, he moves up her thighs, coming nearer to her center. Wanting to tantalize her even further, he pulls back slightly, gazing at the pink moistness of her pussy. He blows a gentle stream of warm air along her slit, from base to clit, and watches as she jumps in surprise.

She moans to him that it feels wonderful.

While he is sure of what she wants, as her pussy is oozing moisture, he turns instead to lick the creases where her inner thigh meets her body. She twists toward his mouth, trying to redirect his attentions, aching for more; yet he resists, licking and nibbling steadily along her outer labia. When he is ready for more, his tongue darts out, soft and tender, and barely presses just below her firm clit before withdrawing. She calls out his name, desperately needing him to continue.

Smiling to himself, he begins his explorations. He allows his tongue to slowly dance through her folds, savoring the sweetness of her pussy while gently kneading at her hips. Though he is tentative at first, her throaty whimpers quickly let him know that he can become more daring. He rolls his tongue into a U-shape and thrusts it into her dripping opening, slowly fucking her with it. As her hips strain toward him, his hands move to her breasts, and he sends his tongue out to lick, flick, and suck at the little bud that rises to him.

Pleasure swelling within her, she grows impatient with her bonds. Crying out in surprise at the skill of his tongue, she breaks her hands free from of the scarf that restrains them. With one hand, she tears at the blindfold. The other flies down her body to hold the top of his head, then slides back to pull him deeply to her.

He reduces his motion to a soft palpating and slides two fingers into her wet, velvety depths. She cries out in ecstasy as he locates her G-spot with firm caresses. It isn't long before her back arches and a smooth gush of cum fills his mouth and covers his hand and chin. He stays with her, greedily drinking in her sweet juices.

Her body quivering, he rises and moves up to gently kiss her while still massaging her breast. They embrace, tenderly kissing, yet he laughs a little when he realizes she's removed the blindfold. He raises himself above her, leaning on his elbows, enjoying the feel of her breasts as they press into his chest.

She chuckles, low and soft. Her gentle panting as she rides out the last of her orgasm has her nipples rising and falling against his chest. "That feels nice," she whispers.

"It does."

"I don't know what you were doing with your mouth just now, but it was incredible."

"Well, thank you," he grins at her affectionately. "If you don't mind my saying so, you taste great."

She blushes at him, and they slowly realize that her breathing is becoming increasingly erratic. Looking down, she sees that her nipples are being teased to a new stiffness by the soft, dark blond hair on his chest. As she gasps in amazement, she whispers to him that this has never happened before.

He bends down, slowly kissing all about her face as she rides out a small second orgasm.

Gradually gaining control of her breathing, she brushes her hand down his back until she reaches his ass, squeezing it quickly yet firmly. From his hip, she travels inward and slides her hand between his legs to take hold of his erection.

Taking him in an easy grip, she massages his length before moving on to allow her fingers free play. He gasps in amazement at the sensation her touch brings. She is fearless in her explorations, moving her hand gently yet surely along his inner thighs, over his balls and back along his increasingly firm shaft. Her kiss is confident, seeking out and teasing his tongue.

Finally, he has to break off. He whispers, asking, "Will you let me make love to you?" His cock is so hard it is almost painful. The thought of sinking it into her warm, wet pussy is the only thing keeping him moving.

She smiles, gently laughing, "Why are you asking? Isn't that what this was about all along?" Becoming serious, she adds, "I want you to make love to me. I always did."

He groans in anticipation. Her hand, still playing lightly over his erection, moves to gently guide him in to her well. He slowly presses into her, marveling at how tight she is. She moans softly at the pressure his thick cock creates against her walls.

Once fully seated, he stops, enjoying the warmth and grip of her beautiful pussy. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her, almost fearing she will break under his touch.

They hold one another for a moment before he withdraws slightly, only to begin a quiet, powerful thrusting. Her hands move over his back, pressing, scratching lightly, gripping as she rolls her hips to him, encouraging him in his movements. At the same time, she brings her legs up, using their strength to hold him to her. He tries to vary his pressure, yet finds that the excitement is only building.

"You feel so good; you're so hot, so wet," he whispers while nibbling on her ear.

"Don't stop, please. I love how you fill me," she murmurs back. She kisses his neck and shoulder, gently biting at him when the pressure from that wonderful friction is greatest.

As the rhythm builds, her hands clutch at his waist as she feels his cock twitching within her walls. He rears up, his hand in her hair, grasping the back of her head as his release finally comes in great spurts deep inside her.

An instant later, and she is crying as her body shudders under him with her own mind-blowing orgasm.




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He gently presses into her a few more times before leaning down to kiss her. They gaze at each other, amazed. Her hands move over his back in a soothing manner. She brings one hand up to cup his cheek, and they kiss again.

After taking a moment to catch his breath, he stirs as if to move from lying on her. She holds him to her, craving the closeness.

"Please, just stay here with me."

"I'm not too heavy?"

"No, no you're not." She draws her hand along the side of his face, watching his green eyes.

Without releasing her, he rolls to one side. "Yes, I am. It doesn't mean that we can't hold each other though."

They lay together in the dim light, learning the language of touch. Finally, she tucks her head under his chin, falling asleep to the sound of his gentle breathing.



Quiet



It was quiet. I wasn't scared or nervous in this place; I knew it better than my own living room. This camp ground and these woods were more home than my own bed. I like to walk at night when all is quiet even the late night drunks have called it in. I was actually off shift an hour ago but wanted to wander a bit longer. I stop in and check on the EMT on duty at medical and offer a coffee run, but she just got some before her shift started. 

I walk around the medical hut and along the trees. I hear a growl. I smile to myself because only one person can growl like that. I know you have been following me as I walked rounds; to be honest I kind of even forgot you were there. 

It's the other reason why I knew I was safe. I hear a small noise to my right. I stop, smiling to myself. The warm whisper of your breath on my neck enthralls me. You're growling deep into my soul. 

"Mine."

It is a simple statement that causes me to drop to my knees, dropping my head. I wait. A hand gently pets my head running down capturing my pigtails, firmly but gently. 

"My slave."

The words bring shivers down my spine. I try to show no outward emotion, but I hear your sharp intake of breath and I know my cunt has betrayed me. I know you can smell my lust.

"Your smell betrays you prey." You growls deep into my ear. 

I still don't move. I know better. I wait. Teeth suddenly sink deep into my shoulder. The pain is exquisite and delicious. I want to groan and shriek in pleasure but I hold my position silent, ignoring the waves of ecstasy that threaten to consume me. It takes every ounce of my soul not to drop to your boots and start sobbing and begging for pleasure.

You finally release my shoulder and I try to catch my breath without panting. Silent tears are streaming down my face. I feel you walk around to the front of me, and I wait. Your hand gently raises my head and eyes to meet yours.

"My beautiful slave ali."

"Yours alone, Master," I speak not much more than a whisper.

The lust is boiling beneath your calm exterior. Your primal nature, the Wolf in you is begging for release. Wolf begs to be allowed to devour me. Wolf begs to consume me. I love seeing the turmoil behind the soft brown eyes that I adore.

I can't hold back the slight smile from my lips and in that instant I see the Wolf take command of you. Your hand slides from my chin and wraps around my throat. In a movement so quick I almost miss it, you throw me to my back pinning me to the ground by my throat. My hands wrap around your arm, not trying to remove your hand but holding on to your energy. 

"Look at me, slave."

I struggle to keep my eyes open and on you. As my breath is taken, the darkness closes in on me and I relax. I am about to fall completely out, the air rushes back into my lungs. Everything comes back into focus. In the few moments I was out, you have taken your knife to most of my clothing. Forgetting where I am, I attempt to cover myself.

Your boot pins me helplessly to the ground across my throat and chest. Anyone watching this from the outside must be thoroughly confused watching you pin me and the smile across my face. I squirm from the energy you are pushing into me. It builds and builds, I am desperate to cum, but I don't dare without your permission. You adjust leaning harder on my throat and darkness starts to haze again. I hear, rather than see you pull your leather belt off, I can hear you undressing as I fall completely out this time.

"Wake up slave; you don't want to miss this."

I struggle to open my eyes; I am clinging to your voice. My eyes flutter open in time for my cunt to be impaled on your hard cock. Instantly an orgasm overtakes and consumes my body. Your hand reaches up and grabs my throat again and I go into the darkness again.

I'm not sure how long I am out for but I come to and you are fucking me with a passion I have never seen before. I thrust meeting your body over and over. Just as I crest the most amazing orgasm, you pull out laughing at my whine of displeasure.

"All fours, slave."

I am still a bit foggy, but I roll over and present my ass to you. My head is down on my arms. The sharp slap on my ass helps clear my head a bit more, I moan in pleasure. I whimper in need, I desperately need release. That whine buys me another slap on the ass.

You sink your cock into my wet, wanting cunt. I can't keep quiet any longer, I beg you to fuck me to make me cum. You laugh again at me, as you pull out.

"Fucking bastard!" I spit out the insult knowing it will spur you on.

I feel you place the head of your cock against my asshole. I hold still, wanting and needing you. You slowly press yourself into me. The head of your cock pushes past my tight sphincter and you groan in pleasure. My ass is tight and is gripping you tighter than a glove. You fill me sinking deep to your balls. 

Your hand quickly covers my mouth to cover my howl of pleasure. We are not at an event that allows this kind of behavior. We take the chance of being thrown out if caught. Although at this point I could care less as long as they let us finish.

I hear you panting trying to hold back. I have your cock so tightly that it will be impossible for you to hold out long. You grab my pigtails and proceed to fuck me, hard and fast. I beg you for more. It doesn't take long before you growl at me.

"Cum bitch!"

I bury my face into my arms, attempting to stifle the incredible orgasm that overtakes my body. You growl as you cum pumping your seed deep inside me. You pull out at the very last moment and mark me with the last of your cum. 

"Mine."



Quiet



He shoves me down onto the bed, mouth roaming my skin leaving hot wet kisses against my skin and I whine.

"Sir," I gasp out, his hands pressing against my skin and my plea turns into a whimper.

He growls, a warm hand splayed against my mouth and his other hand pulls out a scarf, tying it swiftly around my face, the knot large and smooth in my mouth.

"Be quiet; I'm working right now."

I nod, face flush under the gag and mumble out a "Sorry, Sir."

"On the bed," he orders, turning off the microphone for a second. I scramble onto the bed, my feet dangling off the edge, and I wait.

"Check the box under the bed, puppy. And I don't want to hear a sound," he finishes, turning his back to me and putting on his headphones.

I nod again, the sound of my breathing just barely audible to my ears and I fumble under the bed, pulling out our box and noticing the slip of paper on top.

"My laptop camera's on. Give me a show, puppy."

I smile behind the knot and slowly start taking off my shirt, tossing it to the side and pulling my pants down to my hips, acutely aware of my hands on my body, pressing down against my hipbones. I shudder and glance towards him, watching his back, and let out a soft soft sigh.

My pants and underwear are off completely now, tossed in a heap near the headboard and I return to rummaging in the box, his letter placed delicately on top of my clothing pile. I pull out a small thick plug, a rubber band around it holding another note in place. Slowly pulling off the band, I read this new note:

"I expect you to use this, puppy. And leave it in."

Sending another longing glance towards his back and I straddle the bed, smearing lube on my fingers and I slide the first one in, my gasp muffled by the scarf.

I watch him pull off a headphone and turn ever so slightly around. And I tremble in anticipation.

"Come here, puppy." His voice is calm and I shiver, obediently sliding over, fingers slick and sticky.

"On your knees, ass up. Now."

I obey, still trembling a little and I let out a muffled yelp as the first smack comes down hard on my ass.

"Told you to be quiet, didn't I puppy?" he says, still using that calm voice, and punctuating the question with another firm smack.

I nod and he lets out a low snarl, a hand fisting in my hair and jerking my head up. Pain blossoms and I bite my lip hard to keep myself from moaning.

"Didn't I?"

"Y-yes Sir, m sorry Sir," I mumble out from under the gag.

"You should be. Now get." One last hard smack and he shoves me away from him, putting his headphones back on and turning around.

I scramble to the plug, relubing my fingers and crack, and, keeping an eye on his broad back, slowly slide my fingers in, biting my lip hard enough to bruise. Letting out a shuddery muffled gasp, I add another finger, stretching myself further until I can take another finger, and by then I'm thrusting against them lost in that sensation of fullness, still biting my lip.

A snap makes my eyes fly open and he's watching me, his legs spread, a hand between them, little breathy moans escaping his mouth, headphones around his neck.

I shiver, feeling his eyes on me and slowly start to slide my fingers out, a little muffled whimper coming out of my lips, and I scramble over to the plug, smearing it with as much lube as I can. It slides in easy and I can still hear him, his moaning finally reaching a crescendo and there's a gasp and he's ragged whispering to me.

"Come here, puppy."

It's a little awkward, crawling to him, every movement jostling the plug but I manage, sucking his come-soaked fingers into my mouth greedily, his other hand stroking my hair.

"Good boy," he murmurs, kissing my forehead lovingly. "I got everything done so you can speak now."

"Th-thank you Sir," I gasp out, voice hoarse and harsh.

"And you get a treat, even though your Master had to punish you because you didn't stay quiet. But thankfully your little outburst didn't ruin anything."

He hums contentedly, easing me onto my knees and I feel his finger slide against my wet dripping slit and I let out a low groan, pressing closer to his finger, desperately trying to ease more of him inside me.

He chuckles, his other hand ruffling my hair and moving down to grip at my shoulder, easing his finger all the way inside and adding another easily.

The sensation's almost too much to bear and I whine, thrusting against him until finally I come, gushing a torrent of sweet sticky come against his fingers and he laughs, pulling his drenched fingers out and slipping them into my mouth.

"Such a messy puppy," he murmurs as I greedily suck at his fingers, my eyes closed and I can feel him pull his now-clean fingers out of my mouth and then he pulls me into his lap, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. 



Quiet as a Mouse



He quietly slipped into her room being careful not to make any noise. He had just finished working a double shift and was looking forward to making it up to his partner that he wasn't able to get away to celebrate his new promotion earlier that evening. 

He had a quick peek into the darkened bedroom and noticed that she had fallen asleep on top of the quilt still dressed to go out. He felt badly about being so late, but there was nothing he could have done and he only hoped she would be forgiving in the morning. 

He decided to make her comfortable before he headed off for a quick shower and then take himself to bed. He slowly unzipped the black dress she was wearing and carefully pulled it up over her tousled red hair, placing it on the chair beside the bed. She was wearing a new black lacy bra with matching thong and charcoal coloured pantyhose topped off with a killer pair of black sequined stilettos. He knew he should concentrate on putting her to bed, but the thoughts of those sexy tiny feet encased in leather was almost more than he could bear. 

He slowly moved down to the bottom of the bed to where her one foot was curled up on the bed and the other dangling over the side. He slipped off the first shoe and inhaled deeply as he brought it up to his nose. The scent of her was intoxicating. He buried his nose inside the pump and let the perfume take over his senses. When he'd had enough, he carefully extracted the second shoe and did the same with it before placing it on the floor beside it's mate. 

Again he knew he should cover her up and head for the shower, but he was spellbound by the aroma emanating from her stockinged feet. 

He tenderly picked up her foot and lovingly started to sniff and caress it. He admired the high arch and instep that was accentuated by the darkness of the nylon against it. He noticed her nail paint this time was a coppery shade of bronze that had a hint of gold shimmer to it. It had been applied to her soft, pink toes earlier that afternoon. 

He could resist no longer and had to have her foot in his mouth. He started licking and sucking on her big toe through the stocking and almost climaxed just from the touch of the top of her toe to the roof of his mouth. He could stand it no longer. Very slowly he bit through the synthetic until the hole was large enough to poke his finger inside and then inch by inch make the opening wider until all of her foot was totally exposed to his ministrations. Still she slept on. 

He took each digit individually into his wet, hot mouth and sucked, licked and nibbled until he felt ready to repeat everything with her other foot. Again, the hole was ripped into her hose and the toes lavishly worshipped and adored. He was so hard and throbbing. He wanted to explode but held back as he was not finished playing with his plump, sexy partner. 

He reached underneath her and undid the clasp on the bra, exposing her large, heavy breasts with very sensitive nipples. He couldn't resist giving them a quick tug and nip to make them grow hard, but not enough to awaken her. 

Slowly he slid his hands down to the top of her pantyhose and thong. Hooking his fingers under the waistband he carefully pulled them off until she was totally nude and exposed to him. He leaned down to slowly part her swollen pussy lips and noticed that she was already very wet and aroused. 

With a quick flick of his tongue he lashed out at her exposed clit and made it jump. He paid homage to her love bud and slowly inserted his finger inside her wetness and began to finger fuck her while licking, biting and sucking on her clit. 

By this time she was fully awake and aroused. She came hard and quickly and as she started to float back to earth from that high, he deftly slid his cock into the warm wetness and began to slowly thrust in and out. She was already starting to buck with the rhythm and it only took a few lunges into her tightness when he erupted into her, filling her totally with his juices and mingling with hers. 

He was basking in the afterglow when he heard her voice say to him, "You're very, very late baby and you will have to pay the price for that." Those words were enough to make him hard again and he looked up hopefully at her.



Quiet Desperation



Paul was, superficially at least, a happy, reasonably successful man, with a pretty, buxom wife named Michelle, and 2 children- a son and an infant daughter. He was not, however, as happy as you may expect, with his lot in life. 

His wife was not as bad as some, granted, in that she did want sex somewhat regularly, about once or twice a week, which was better than some men had, but she was also a loud, sarcastic busybody, who touted the "virtues" of monogamy, while hypocritically leering at male strippers and flirting with her male co-workers. 

What's more, she frequently ignored his opinions on things, took him for granted to a great extent, and insisted that no one, including him, was as hard-working as herself.

Paul was living in resignation to this mediocre marriage, until he met his wife's best friend, Vicki. Vicki did not quite meet Paul's aesthetic standards, in that she was thinner, had small breasts, and wore short, straight hair (although, admittedly, her hairstyle was still feminine, and matched her face rather well). 

However, she was a sweetheart, often smiled pleasantly, and had a wonderful laugh, a feminine voice, long legs, and a tight, well-shaped ass that seemed to plead for male attention.

Being Michelle's best friend, Vicki would presumably not sleep with Paul, even if he had asked, and he thought it best not to chance it. 

Besides, she was around Michelle so much, that there was little opportunity to act on any inclination to seduce her. Paul had to dismiss any ideas or fantasies he might have had about Vicki, and let her get away. It was just too risky.

Paul was groaning beneath the surface, ready to erupt at any opportunity to find a babe of a nicer disposition and get her in the sack. He was rapidly losing his sexual interest in Michelle, as she got less pleasant by the day.

After days of arguing, it was hard to get it up for someone who had just screamed at him a few hours earlier. He was now at the point of picturing himself with other girls, including some of his wife's co-workers, and that was sustaining his erection for the moment.

It would not prove necessary for much longer, however, as his wife's boss hired a new worker, a 25 year old single mom named Stacy, who was as sweet as Vicki, not as connected to Michelle, and had curly hair, which Paul really liked.

There was something special about the way that Stacy acted toward people, that made it clear that she thought in terms of being friendly. She was definitely a "people person", and Paul found that especially attractive, to the point that for the 2nd time in his marriage, he began to reflect upon the possibility of an extramarital affair.

The day that changed his fantasy into fact was a strange day for sure. Hearing that he was an exterminator, Stacy asked him to get her apartment rid of her termites, ants, and roaches. Michelle was not threatened by this, since she had complete confidence that Paul was not interested in Stacy, because she had smaller breasts than herself.

Stacy, naturally, had taken the day off for that purpose, and she was quite eager to see him start on the job. He worked hard on the project for several hours, until at last the bugs were all dead. When he went to get paid for the work, he actually stumbled upon Stacy changing her pants, which had gotten a few stains that she needed to wash. 

"Oh, I'm so terribly sorry, Stacy! I didn't mean to intrude on you, while you change, so I apologize for the violation of your privacy."

"Ok, but it was partly my fault, for forgetting to completely close and lock the bedroom door. However, this is strangely not as embarrassing as I would have expected. I just find myself curious- did you like what you saw? You know what I mean, don't you? My panties, thighs, and the shape of my butt?"

"Yes, Stacy, I really did, but I'm wondering why my opinion matters so much to you. I'm a married man, you know."

"Married men have eyes, too, don't you? You have desires, attractions, and interests, like single men, I imagine."

"True, but I am wondering about the relevance of this matter, and about when I should go ahead and stop waiting for you to get dressed, and just wait for you at the kitchen counter, where you can pay me."

'Oh, yes, the money! Oh, God, this must be my day to be a ditz! First, I dress where a married man can see me half-naked, and then I forget the money! Here, let me just get it from my purse. Oh, I guess I'll have to bend over, if you don't mind."

"Ok."

She bent over as she had warned him, and he was shocked that she did so while he stood there and watched her. First of all, he ordinarily did not watch, but turned his head, and secondly, she presumably did not make a habit of bending over, half-dressed, in front of married men.

When she got the purse, and took out the money, she found herself lingering as she paid him.

He noticed, too, but just went to the counter and settled up the rest of the bill, giving her a receipt, and telling her to sign. She was still in her top and panties, and Paul found himself getting kind of hard. 

Stacy caught that as she returned the pen to him, and her eyes began to seriously examine his dick for a second. He was pretty big, with a 7 and a half inch boner, which was not surprising for a fairly heavy guy like Paul, but was still quite impressive.

The thoughts that entered both of their heads about this heads all pointed to one thing. They were both dissatisfied with their sex lives, and indeed, their lives in general, and the idea of an affair with each other was beginning to appeal to them. 

After all, how much worse could things get? They would just be shaking up their boring, dull, monotonous lives, and enjoying some well-earned pleasure for once. 

Stacy was fondling her pussy as she thought this, first on the outside of her panties, and then she slipped her hands inside them and began masturbating that way. That sight was enough for Paul- he was charmed by her sensual behavior and obvious delight in the idea of his phallus.

"Stacy, if you are thinking what I am, it is dangerous, you know. I am a married man. Of course, my marriage isn't what I'd like, but you should just be aware of the risk. That being said, I still would like to enjoy you, at least this once, if that's alright with you. I'll risk it, if you will."

Stacy didn't bother to speak back to him, but planted her lovely lips on Paul's mouth, inserting her tongue as she kissed him. This French kiss began to increase his determination to fuck this sweet girl, and she looked at him with evident desire, indicating her intention of giving him her body for that day.

Since it was the end of his work day, and he didn't have to report into work for the rest of the day, he seized the opening to slowly move his hands down to her waist and slip her underwear down to her toes. As her bare pussy rested against his crotch, soaking it with her wetness, both of them kept kissing, let their bodies act for them.

Paul's hands began to massage Stacy's cheeks, causing her to gasp for several seconds, and touch his neck, hanging onto him as if her life depended on her grip.

He found his hands wandering up to her top, and easily lifting it above her shoulders, until it hung from her neck. Stacy broke her kiss, finished the removal of her shirt, and then simply resumed, kissing him even more eagerly than before.

Her fingers gradually lowered to his shirt buttons, undoing them, and then she just pulled his workshirt out of his pants, removing it from his upper body. She then proceeded to unbuckle his belt, pull down his pants, and scratch through his briefs, slicing the front of them and making them fall to the floor.

He quickly reached down and undid his shoes, letting himself completely out of his clothes. As they were both naked, and quite aroused, the next step was inevitable. He simply grabbed her thighs and pulled her legs around him, as he entered her pussy standing up.

Stacy began to heave and moan, sighing as she felt the sensation of his sizable dick inside her vagina. Paul pushed her up against the counter and lay her down on it, so that her torso was resting on the hard surface, and the rest of her was entangled with him. 

This prevented her from falling, as he continued to penetrate her sex with his own. Stacy was in the early stages of her climax, as the delights of Paul's cock were affecting her intensely.

"Oh, Paul, honey, you're filling up my pussy so well! I hope that this isn't a one-time thing, big fella! Just keep fucking me, oh, God, that's so fucking great! Yes, more of that! Deeper inside me, please, with that wonderful cock of yours! You're both long and thick, and I just love it!"

"Thanks, Stacy! Wow! You're quite good at this yourself, you know! That willing pussy of yours is really tightening around my dick, getting it closer to cumming inside you! Oh, God, maybe I should withdraw in a little bit, in case you get pregnant!"

"Please don't withdraw, Paul! Cum inside me, Paul! Empty your balls into my cunt, I beg you!"

"You're not ovulating, are you- oh, fuck, it's hard to think about that too much with your warm sex around my penis!"

"Am I that good, Paul?"

"You're simply incredible- I mean it!"

"As good as your wife?"

"Better! You're actually trying to get tighter for my cock, while she just takes it!"

"Then you'll fuck me often? Keep me as a girlfriend? I promise, I won't say a thing about this to your wife, just please keep me!"

"You want to be a married man's girlfriend- the other woman?"

"Yes, as long as I'm your 'other woman'! After all, we're both the other woman, as opposed to each other. I'll be your lover, if you let me, please!"

"My mistress, eh? Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I'm really going to stew in Purgatory for a long time for this, but I don't give a damn!"

"So you'll keep me, right?"

"Yes! Fucking A, yes! You're my mistress, Stacy, I promise you that, but I can't divorce Michelle, because I'm a Catholic."

"That's okay, because I just want your body and your love! I'm in love with you, Paul!"

"In love, already? Do you always fall in love with men that you fuck?"

"No, but I have 3 times. The first was my high school boyfriend, then my last boyfriend, and now, you!"

"I'll have to live a double life, but I love this too much to give it up! Oh, fuck me, I'm gonna cum now!"

As he said those words, Paul ejaculated, shooting a massive load of stored-up sperm into Stacy (it had been 5 days since he and Michelle last had sex). That in turn forced Stacy to orgasm herself, letting out a shriek that almost sounded like something out of Dante's Inferno.

She didn't let Paul out of her yet, however, keeping her legs and thighs around him, and holding onto his arms, as she thrust forward against him, pulling him further inside her cunt.

"Oh, Paul, I want more today, please- just keep fucking me! Oh, I want more of you, and I don't care what it takes to get it!"

"Oh, Stacy, baby, I'll keep screwing you, 'cause you're just too damned good! How you did get so horny!"

"I have trouble dating, being a Mom and all. Lots of guys don't give me a chance! Oh, fuck yes, oh my God! You're really pounding me again, aren't you?"

"Yes, honey, I am going to keep fucking you, my sexy new girlfriend!"

Paul's cock complied with his intentions, hammering away at Stacy's sex with a rising enthusiasm. She was acting like she couldn't believe the extent of the pleasure that she felt, because it was just too great.

She really pushed back against him as he slammed into her pussy, no longer attempting to be gentle. That's not to say that she wanted him to be mild about it, either. She was gladly taking it, excitedly accepting his dong into her twat.

For missionary-style sex, it was on the wilder side of it for sure, as witnessed by the sweat pouring their faces. She was still holding onto his body, pressing against him and helping move his dick into her cunt whenever it returned to her womanhood.

He gave her a few more thrusts, and then he shot off his 2nd load of the night, inseminating her again. This time, however, his release had been so effective that it expelled all of the contents of his sack. He was empty and limp, and waited only for her climax, once again, to evacuate her womanhood.

Stacy wailed out her 2nd and last orgasm of the night, screaming out her ecstasy at the top of her lungs. Paul then eased his way out of her cunt, massaged her sore sex as well as his own for a bit, and then stood and started getting dressed.

Stacy didn't bother to put her clothes back on, yet, and she let Paul walk out of her apartment with the last image of her being her nude, apparently pleased body. She was even more ravishing, now that he knew what was she like, and he knew for certain that he would be back, to take good care of his 'other woman' when they both felt the need for that.

Paul didn't breathe a bit of this truth to Michelle, because he knew that she'd be furious. He just chose to be discreet, and let his wife think what she wanted, because she was wrong. He knew that way, more than ever.

He would keep both women, and they would both get to use his cock, but his love now went to Stacy more than Michelle, and she would be the main person he screamed about, whenever he fucked his wife.

"Most men lead lives of quiet desperation." Henry David Thoreau



Quiet Desperation



  All characters are fictional. Any resemblances to persons living or dead are coincidental. This story involves infidelity, so if that bothers you, please skip to another story. Relax and get horny. It's only Literotica.

"Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them" - Thoreau

Stepping into the break room, Tom was pleased to see that his usual seat next to Cerina wasn't taken. Cerina smiled at him as he sat down to her left. Her face was one of life's secret pleasures for Tom.

"Hi, Cerina," Tom said with a shy smile.

From the first day that Cerina had begun working at their company, Tom had been infatuated with the young woman. Her long brown hair, parted in the middle, framed one of the most beautiful faces Tom had ever seen. Cerina was of Italian ancestry, and her mischievous, long-lashed, brown eyes were a pleasure to gaze into. Tom liked lips on the full side and Cerina's were slightly so. Her 5'5" frame supported her shapely body. Having been a footballer (soccer player) in school, Cerina's legs were somewhat muscular, well defined, and yet very feminine. She seemed to enjoy showing them off with mini-skirts and shorts. 

For an American like Tom, the first time he heard Cerina speak was also a delight. Having been raised in England, Cerina had a sexy British accent. Tom loved British female singers like Annie Haslam and Harriet Wheeler, and though Cerina wasn't a singer, hearing her voice each day was almost as pleasant as seeing her beautiful face. 

Cerina had married an American when she was twenty, and had been living in the U.S. for seven years. Her six year-old daughter was the light of her life.

Cerina's perverted sense of humor was a close match to Tom's. She was intelligent, understanding, open-minded, warm, and friendly. Tom had to make a conscious effort not to allow others to see his desire for the younger beauty. 

"Morning, Tom," Cerina replied in her heart-melting accent.

Cerina's attraction to Tom had been a more gradual process. At fifty-one years-old, he was old enough to be her father. Standing 6'2" and 215 pounds, he was tall and muscular. His salt and pepper colored hair was short, straight, and neat. He wasn't movie-star handsome, but Cerina thought that he was a nice-looking man. Even the slight bags below didn't detract much from his warm, turquoise eyes. His lips were on the full side, which Cerina found sexy.

As a draftsman for the company, Cerina discovered that Tom was artistic, and that he did fine quality pencil drawings for relaxation. He was on the quiet side, but shared her slightly twisted sense of humor. He loved music ranging from The Beatles to Frank Zappa. His conservative appearance belied more liberal views. Cerina also discovered that Tom loved British music, comedy, and literature. He was smart, thoughtful, and one of the most interesting people Cerina had ever met.

The fact that Tom was an agnostic and Cerina was a church-going Catholic could have been a source of friction. However, both believed in live-and-let-live, so their few religious disagreements were amicable. Cerina discovered that Tom was simply a nice human being, and his agnosticism became irrelevant.

There was some good-natured teasing between Cerina and Tom about their religious differences, their age difference, American versus British, and a little bit of mild, sexual teasing. Their unspoken, secret attraction grew.

Cerina shifted in her seat and said quietly, "Oww..."

"You okay?" Tom asked.

Lapsing into Cockney for effect, Cerina replied, "Me bloody foot 'urts. Dunno what I did to it."

Almost without thinking, Tom said, "Slip off your sneaker, rest your foot on my knee, and I'll massage it for you." Cerina and the other three ladies chuckled. All had been friends with Tom for a long time, and they kidded around sexually and otherwise. Sometimes the conversations got quite raunchy.

Tom continued, "We can warm up some moisturizing lotion and massage your foot with it."

"You're quite serious, aren't you?" Cerina asked.

"We can skip the lotion - no big deal," Tom shrugged. He would have gladly performed that simple service.

Her voice dripping with pleasure, Cerina moaned, "Ohhh man..." Then she added with a laugh, "I could see the boss coming into the break room and there I am moaning."

Everybody laughed. It appeared to Tom that the prospect of a foot massage really appealed to Cerina, but not in the workplace, and she was probably uncomfortable with the idea of another man massaging her feet.

An older brunette named Kelly grinned and asked, "Do you massage your wife's feet?"

"Yeah, sometimes," Tom shrugged.

"Does your wife know how lucky she is?" Sally asked.

"I got plenty of faults," Tom smiled. It was his way of saying, 'no', without sounding critical of his wife.

Deb spoke up, "My husband will rub my back for like two minutes, then ask me how it was."

"Just like sex," Kelly chuckled.

Cerina said, "My husband won't even touch my feet, let alone give them a warm lotion massage." Turning toward Tom, Cerina smiled and asked, "Do you do back massages too?"

Tom grinned and replied, "Guaranteed to melt your fillings."

The four women giggled boisterously.

"Oh baby," Sally laughed.

"Don't your husbands like to give you pleasure?" Tom asked.

The four women glanced at each other.

Kelly said with a grin, "Apparently not."

Cerina grinned at Tom and said, "Oh sure, the Godless pervert bloke knows how to pleasure a woman, while our good Christian husbands just take us for granted."

Tom and the others laughed.

Then Tom smiled at Cerina and replied, "And if the church lady changes her mind about that foot massage, just let the Godless pervert know."

For the remainder of the day, Cerina's thoughts kept drifting back to the conversation at break. She thought about how nice it would be if her husband would give her some of the simple sensual pleasures which Tom had described. It reminded Cerina that her husband took her for granted. Cerina then caught herself fantasizing about receiving a foot and body massage from Tom. His skilled hands massaging the day's tension from her flesh. As her thoughts of Tom became more erotic, she drove them from her head.

That night, Tom's dreams were of Cerina. When his clock radio went off, Cerina's shapely legs were wrapped around his head; his face buried in her muff.

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The days and weeks passed and Tom continued to hide his desire for a taste of Anglo-Italian honey. Cerina continued to have the occasional fantasy about her older co-worker, as her husband continued to take her for granted. 

It was about two months later, when Cerina came into work and found several envelopes on her work bench. It was her birthday, and some of her co-workers had given her cards. One of the cards was from Tom. It had a drawing of wildflowers on the outside, and inside it said simply, 'Cerina, Have a Terrific Birthday, Tom'. It was a platonic friendship type of card. Cerina was touched that he'd remembered.

After thanking her female co-workers, Cerina went to Tom's office. The door was open and Tom was standing, pulling a three-ring binder from a shelf. Cerina closed the door behind her.

Cerina smiled and said, "I just wanted to thank you for the nice birthday card. It was thoughtful of you."

Gazing at Cerina's beautiful, smiling face and hearing her voice made Tom feel warm inside.

"You're very welcome, Cerina," Tom replied. He usually felt tongue-tied around Cerina.

"You're always so nice to me," Cerina said softly.

Tom smiled and said, "You know, it's an old American tradition that the birthday person has to give a hug and a kiss to anyone who asks."

"You're making that up," Cerina grinned, "But it sounds like a smashing tradition."

She opened her arms and moved close to Tom. His heart skipped a beat, and he opened his arms and closed the distance to Cerina. She wrapped her arms around Tom's waist, and he curled his left arm around her shoulder. As they pressed their lips together, Tom gently placed his right hand on the back of Cerina's head. After a moment, Tom expected Cerina to pull away, but she left her lips pressed firmly against his. Tom slid his lips against Cerina's soft lips, and felt the softness of her hair. Still, Cerina made no effort to move away. Instead, she pulled tighter against him. Tom felt her large breasts against his chest.

When Tom brushed his tongue over Cerina's lips, she opened her mouth and their tongues intertwined. Tom squeezed her tightly and ran his fingers through her hair as they kissed. Their lips moved in a slow circle against each other, while their tongues lovingly caressed. Cerina moaned softly. Tom would kiss only as long Cerina wanted to. He wouldn't force it. However, he wanted the kiss to last until Cerina decided otherwise.

It took only a few moments for Cerina to discover that Tom was the best kisser she'd ever experienced. He seemed to know instinctively what she liked. Lost in sensual delight, Cerina suddenly realized that Tom's large erection was pressing through his pants against her stomach. It felt good, but she didn't want to get caught kissing Tom.

Cerina pulled her mouth from Tom's and whispered, "Tom, stop... Somebody could walk in."

Tom took a deep breath and released his hug, though he held a few strands of her hair between his fingertips, savoring the softness. He gazed into her beautiful brown eyes.

"We shouldn't..." Cerina sighed. "We're married."

"Sorry, I thought you wanted to," Tom said quietly.

"I did want to... I don't know what I was thinking."

"You're the most beautiful woman I know," Tom confessed.

"Thank you, Tom, it's just that..." Cerina's whisper trailed off.

"Why should you wanna kiss an old guy like me?" was Tom's rhetorical question.

Cerina shook her head and said quietly, "I think you're a fine handsome man. It's just that we're both married..." Her voice trailed off.

"Yeah, I know," Tom sighed.

"I should go," Cerina said reaching for the doorknob. "Thanks again for the birthday card, Tom." She smiled as she opened the door.

"You're very welcome," Tom said returning the smile.

Cerina stepped out and then she was gone. For Tom, the pleasure of kissing Cerina was gradually replaced by a knot in his stomach. He worried that the kiss might have driven a wedge between he and Cerina and ruined their friendship.

Cerina was having similar feelings. She now knew for certain that Tom was interested in more than a platonic way. When their tongues intertwined and his fingers ran through her hair, Cerina had quickly become aroused. Her feelings of guilt mixed with excitement. 

It was close to 12:30PM, when Tom heard footsteps approaching his office. He looked up to see Cerina step into the doorway. 

"Tom, can we possibly get together for a few minutes after work to talk?" Cerina asked quietly.

"Oh sure, Cerina. Where do you wanna meet?"

"Not in our parking lot. Someplace more private. How about in the park?"

"That'd be fine. Where in the park?"

Cerina shrugged, "How about the parking lot near the band stand?"

"See you about five after four," Tom said with a shy smile.

Cerina returned his smile, nodded, and went back to work.

When Tom got to the parking lot, Cerina's car was already there. As Tom pulled up next to her, Cerina motioned for him to get into her car. Tom's mind had been filled with scenarios of Cerina telling him that she was filing a harassment complaint against him, that she never wanted to talk to him again, and other negative possibilities. With nerves on edge, Tom opened the car door and climbed in.

Before Cerina could say anything, Tom said, "Please don't be too mad at me for kissing you. I thought it was gonna be just a quick kiss, but I got carried away."

"I'm not mad, Tom," Cerina began, "I got carried away too. I just wanted to talk about what happened so you'd understand how I feel."

"I've been worried all day that you felt I'd ruined our friendship and you didn't want to talk to me any more."

Cerina smiled reassuringly and said, "No, Tom. The truth is, I hadn't realized just how strong my feelings for you were until that kiss. I also realize that my husband takes me for granted and you don't. But I still love my husband and I'm afraid to do anything that would jeopardize my marriage."

Cerina looked Tom in the eyes, seeking understanding. Tom could gaze into her eyes for hours, and just nodded.

Cerina continued, "I kissed you because I'm very attracted to you. I don't kiss men just for kicks. If I never kiss you again, it's not because I don't want to, it's because we're married. I also wanted to thank you for saying I was beautiful. My husband hasn't said that for a long time."

Gazing into Cerina's eyes and listening to her lovely voice left Tom searching for words.

Tom began softly, "Cerina, you are beautiful in so many ways, and your husband should tell you that on a regular basis. Second, I'm flattered that you find me attractive. Third, I understand only too well the complications which life deals us. I'll respect your choices regarding our relationship and won't bother you. I hope we can still be friends."

"Sure we can still be friends," Cerina smiled shyly, then asked, "Do you love your wife?"

"We've been married a long time and have become more like roommates. The passionate moments are few and far between. I miss feminine intimacy."

Cerina looked down and nodded.

"I guess that happens to a lot of couples," she said quietly.

"Still friends then?" Tom asked.

"Absolutely," Cerina grinned. 

They parted still friends, but Tom's desire for the young beauty burned just below the surface.

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In the weeks and months that followed, Tom had expected Cerina to be cooler toward him, but that was not the case. She continued to kid with him, sexually and otherwise. A couple of times, when someone at the break room table said something comical or dumb, Cerina surreptitiously tapped her hand against Tom's thigh. Once or twice when her leg touched his under the table, she didn't move her leg away.

The romantic episode with Tom had affected Cerina deeply. Knowing that Tom found her beautiful, became a secret powerful turn-on. Cerina was aware that she was above average looking, but since her marriage and motherhood, she had rarely thought of herself as being seductive and sexy. Now, Cerina often fantasized about seducing Tom.

Cerina would step out of the shower and gaze admiringly at her nude body in the large mirror. She'd cup her large firm breasts with her hands and present them to her imaginary lover. She'd look down her slim waist, and then pivot to admire her shapely arse. Cerina knew she could make Tom crazy with lust any time she wanted. No brag, just fact. She imagined Tom gladly becoming her sex slave, pleasuring her in any way she demanded.

Then, Cerina would snap back to reality. Why would she risk screwing up her marriage? Because her husband continued to take her for granted, and Tom would not. Still, it wasn't worth the chance. Of course, her husband might never find out. Tom would risk anything just to pleasure her. Was that what she wanted? Cerina's mind went back and forth. She started to think that she was beginning to develop a split personality. She resisted her desire for Tom, but that desire was often in the back of her mind.

Cerina recalled how Tom ran his fingers through her hair when they'd kissed. She loved how it felt. Her husband never did that. She fantasized that Tom would treat her very special, grateful for a sexy, younger woman. To reciprocate, Cerina imagined becoming Tom's slut... dressing in slinky lingerie and doing anything to pleasure Tom. 

With the return of warm Spring weather, Cerina, Tom, and another woman decided to start walking around the block during their work breaks for exercise. On one particular day, the other woman was out sick, leaving just Cerina and Tom to walk. As they left for their walk, Tom was pleased to see that Cerina was wearing a pair of shorts which exposed much of her shapely legs. His desire for the Anglo-Italian beauty flamed.

As they headed up the first stretch of sidewalk, Tom asked, "Cerina, is it okay if I pay you a compliment?"

"I guess so," Cerina replied.

"I was just thinking that I'll bet a lot of girls ten years younger than you wish they had legs half as terrific as yours. You have the nicest legs I've ever seen," Tom said shyly. Instantly his stomach knotted, afraid that he shouldn't have given voice to his thoughts.

Cerina wasn't sure how to respond. Her conservative side and her seductive side did battle.

"Thanks, Tom..." Cerina hesitated, then modestly added, "But I've got some spider veins starting..." her voice trailed off.

"Still the nicest of anyone I know... That's not a pass, just a fact," Tom said softly.

"I wish my husband would tell me things like that once in awhile."

"It sounds like your husband doesn't know how very lucky he is."

"He has his faults, but I still love him," Cerina said, took a breath, then continued, "Tom, if I'm open with you, will you be open with me?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Ever since we kissed I've known that you'd like to be more than friends... Right?"

"Yeah, but I've tried to respect your wishes about our relationship," Tom replied nervously.

"I know you have and I've appreciated it, Tom," Cerina smiled. "You might be surprised to know that I sometimes think about us being more than friends too."

"You do?"

"Yeah, I don't want you to think that I'm some bloody ice princess. I just worry about us wrecking our marriages. Infidelity is a minefield," Cerina said, and slowed her walking a little, "So, do you see us as lovers?"

"I think I want you more than you want me, and that's understandable. I'd risk a lot to be your lover or just to give you pleasure with massages. If one day you change your mind, you only have to let me know," Tom said, wishing he was more eloquent with words.

"Tom, my mind's been going back and forth for months. At times, I want you so much, but the thought of cheating makes me feel very odd inside. You probably think I'm daft."

Tom took Cerina's hand and led her toward a narrow opening between buildings where they couldn't be seen. He stood facing her, gazing into her lovely eyes.

"Cerina, it's been my experience that life is short and not very sweet. Thoreau said that most of us 'lead lives of quiet desperation'. I think that's true, and we do things to take a little pleasure when we can find it. I wouldn't do anything to deliberately ruin your marriage, but I think we can add a lot of pleasure to each other's lives."

Cerina looked deep into Tom's turquoise eyes and said, "Kiss me again, Tom."

Tom held Cerina's shoulders and pressed his lips to Cerina's. She wrapped her arms around Tom's waist and pulled her pelvis against his. When she felt Tom's tongue brush her lips, she opened her mouth to receive it. Cerina felt Tom's fingers glide through her hair, holding her head gently as they kissed. It was a sensation she had desired for months. Repressed passions poured out of both Cerina and Tom. They kissed passionately, their tongues intertwining, his fingers running through her hair. Cerina quickly recalled why she found Tom to be the best kisser that she'd ever known. She felt his hard bulge against her stomach, and she rubbed against it.

As they kissed, Tom felt Cerina's breasts press against his chest, and he savored the soft sensuality of her long hair. He was in heaven just kissing the young British beauty.

When Cerina felt Tom kissing her neck below her ear, even more pleasure flowed to her mind. She moaned quietly. This experienced older man was causing her to lose control, and this wasn't the time or place for that.




Quiet Desperation



"Tom, we better get back to work," Cerina whispered, "Or they're going to be wondering where we are."

"You're right," Tom conceded, and he reluctantly released Cerina.

"Can we talk later about getting together sometime?" Tom asked, gazing into Cerina's brown eyes.

"Yes, Tom, we can," Cerina smiled.

The drudgery of everyday life, in addition to spouses who took them for granted, had driven Cerina and Tom into each other's arms. They made up their minds to steal moments of intense pleasure from the not-so-sweet world.

In the days that followed, Cerina and Tom made plans to get together on a Saturday on which Tom's wife worked 9AM - 5PM, and on which Cerina's husband was going golfing. Cerina would secretly take her daughter to a baby-sitter.

Having taken her birth control pill, Cerina arrived at Tom's house at about 10 AM, carrying her purse and a small cloth bag. No sooner had Tom closed the door behind Cerina, than she laid her belongings on the nearest chair, and threw her arms around Tom. He hugged her tightly and pressed his lips to hers. When Cerina felt her tongue slide against Tom's, and his fingers run through her hair, nothing mattered more than sharing sexual ecstasy with Tom. Finally with complete privacy, they kissed with unrestrained passion. While their mouths and tongues became one, their hands explored each other's bodies.

When they stopped for breath, Tom asked, "Would you like that foot massage now?"

Cerina smiled and said, "Maybe sometime when I have more time. For now, let's go upstairs. I have a surprise for you."

"Your being here is surprise enough, Cerina," Tom smiled.

Cerina picked up her cloth bag and led Tom by the hand up the stairs.

As they reached the top of the stairs, Cerina asked, "Where's your bathroom?"

Tom pointed toward an open door.

"Sweetheart, why don't you throw a couple of big towels over your bedspread, take your shirt off, and relax a couple of minutes," Cerina said with a seductive smile. She then went into the bathroom and closed the door. Tom retrieved a couple of large towels and spread them across the center of the queen-sized bed. He stripped off his shirt revealing his bare torso and laid on the bed, wondering what Cerina had in store.

Within the bathroom, Cerina opened the cloth bag, quickly got out of her clothes and put on the items which she'd purchased just for Tom. After carefully putting on the articles of lingerie, she admired herself in the large bathroom mirror. She knew Tom would appreciate her ensemble.

When Cerina stepped into the bedroom, Tom knew it had been well worth the wait. She was the sexiest sight Tom had ever seen. Cerina had found an extremely short plaid mini-skirt and a matching plaid bra. The skirt was so short that it revealed her black garter belt, holding up lace-topped, black, thigh-hi stockings. Cerina's bare, flat stomach accentuated her large breasts straining to escape the skimpy plaid bra. Her long, dark brown hair framed her gleaming brown eyes and the most beautiful face Tom had ever seen.

"You like?" Cerina grinned. She watched Tom's eyes widen and his mouth open a little.

"Cerina, you look gorgeous," Tom said softly as he climbed off the bed.

"Why thank you kind sir," Cerina said, laying on her British accent more thickly for Tom. "You look sexy too."

Tom's torso was even more muscular than Cerina had imagined. 

Tom moved close to Cerina, slid his hands around her bare sides, pulled her close, and pressed his lips to hers. Cerina wrapped her arms around Tom and opened her mouth to receive his tongue. Tom ran the fingers of his right hand through Cerina's soft hair, and ran his left hand over Cerina's shapely ass. To Cerina, there was something about the way Tom kissed and touched her that excited her more than any other man. He seemed to be on the same sensual wavelength as her. Though Cerina could have simply kissed Tom for a long time, she knew that their time was limited. Her fingers found the rivet on Tom's jeans and opened it. She then slid down the zipper and noticed that Tom's dick was already quite hard. Her right hand slipped inside onto the bulge in his boxer briefs.

Tom moaned quietly as just a thin layer of cotton separated his erection from Cerina's hand. Cerina hooked her fingers into the waistband of Tom's underwear and pulled them, along with his pants, down to his ankles. Cerina was delighted to see his long erection sticking straight out from his body. Cerina watched it bob up and down as Tom stepped out of his clothes. Eagerly, she curled the fingers of both hands around the stiff cock, and still the head poked out. Tom inhaled sharply and she felt his erection throb.

Tom moved close to Cerina and pressed his mouth to hers. Cerina released Tom's hard-on and enjoyed the feel of it pressed against her bare stomach. She grabbed his ass cheeks and moved her stomach against his stiff cock. As Tom's tongue intertwined with Cerina's, he found the clasps of her bra and deftly unhooked them. He slipped the straps off of her shoulders and let the bra slide off. Cerina broke the embrace to allow the bra to fall to the floor, and Tom gazed at his dream girl's tits for the first time. Cerina's breasts were as large and firm as Tom had imagined. Her nipples and areolas were relatively small for the size of her breasts, and Tom thought they were perfect. He hugged her tightly, feeling her erect nipples against his bare chest.

Cerina found Tom's hug to be strong, but gentle... just right. She rubbed her sensitive nipples against his bare chest. As his talented lips kissed her neck, she felt his fingers unzip her skirt. He slid the skirt down her hips until it slipped to the floor.

As Cerina stepped out of her skirt, Tom could barely believe his eyes. Cerina had not worn panties under the skirt, and was clad only in the black garter belt and black lace-top stockings. 

"Oh man..." Tom whispered. A neatly trimmed triangle of curly, dark brown pubic hair was visible between Cerina's flawless thighs.

As much as Cerina would have enjoyed prolonging the kissing and fondling, she knew her time was limited. She climbed onto the bed, laid on her back, and smiled at Tom.

"C'mon handsome... make love to me," Cerina said softly.

Tom was next to Cerina in a flash. He gazed into her inviting brown eyes for a moment and ran his fingers through her soft, dark hair. Then he pressed his mouth to hers and their tongues intertwined once again. They slid their lips together in a slow circle and caressed each other's tongues. Cerina felt Tom's fingers sliding through her hair and gently rubbing her scalp as they kissed. Nobody had ever kissed her as sensually as Tom. In addition, Cerina enjoyed the feel of Tom's hard cock against her thigh. 

Tom kissed his way down Cerina's neck, down her chest, and down one breast. He then swirled his tongue around her nipple several times and flicked it until her nipple became fully erect. 

"That feels sooo good," Cerina whispered.

Tom shifted position and did the same to Cerina's other nipple. He fondled the large, firm breast he'd just been licking. For Tom, Cerina's breasts were like everything else about her, perfect.

After spending some time pleasuring Cerina's nipples, Tom began to kiss and lick his way downward to the edge of her ribs, where her warm flesh became a concave slope to her flat stomach. The tip of Tom's tongue glided down the slope, causing Cerina to shiver slightly. Tom ran his tongue over Cerina's navel, down her abdomen, and into her dense bush. He paused to run his fingertips into her pubes to savor the sensual softness. Then he ran his tongue up and down the length of her vaginal lips three times.

Cerina moaned and lifted herself on her elbows to better view the licking of her pussy. When Tom's tongue found her clit, Cerina shivered with pleasure. From kissing, to the licking of her nipples, to the licking of her pussy, Cerina found Tom's oral skills to be the best she'd ever experienced. He had her very wet in no time.

When Tom paused for breath, he said, "If there's anything you want me to do differently, or anything special you'd like, just spell it out for me."

"Okay, but you're doing bloody brilliant," Cerina panted.

Tom resumed lapping Cerina's clit. Her moist pubes brushed his nose.

As Tom licked her harder and faster, Cerina laid flat and ran her fingers through Tom's hair, urging his mouth tighter against her wet muff. The pleasure flowed in waves from her pussy to her brain. As the waves came faster and more intensely, Cerina ground her vagina against Tom's skilled tongue.

"Oooohhh... I like it like that," Cerina moaned. "Lick that pussy... I'm almost there, hun... yeah... yeah... aaahhh..."

Cerina's body shuddered as a powerful orgasm swept through her. Tom sensed the increase in Cerina's wetness and knew he had made her cum. He continued to lick her more gently, sending additional after-shivers through her.

"Stop, baby, stop... I get so sensitive," Cerina said.

"Whatever you want," Tom said with a smile. When their eyes met, Cerina saw that Tom's face glistened with her juices.

"Sorry I get so wet, sweetie," Cerina said, retrieved one of the towels from the bed, and wiped Tom's face.

"I consider it a compliment," Tom grinned.

"Nobody's ever licked me so wonderfully before," Cerina whispered. Her hair was disheveled and her eyes had a contented gleam.

"Just wanted to please you so much," Tom said.

"Kiss me, sweetie," Cerina said.

Tom moved up and pressed his lips to Cerina's and ran his fingers through her soft, dark hair. Cerina's hand slid down Tom's abdomen, seeking his cock. She was pleased to discover a still hard dick to curl her fingers around. When she stroked it, she enjoyed feeling it throb in her hand.

"It's my turn to do you," Cerina said with a smile.

Tom smiled and nodded. Cerina repositioned herself so that she was across Tom's thighs, her body turned toward him. She grasped his long hard-on, and swirled her tongue around the head several times before licking up and down the shaft. Tom moaned quietly. Cerina then slid her full lips over the head of the erection, slowly taking it deep into her mouth. It delighted her to feel his dick throb on her tongue. She began to slide his cock slowly in and out of her mouth, savoring the sensation.

In addition to watching his dream girl suck his dick, Tom gazed at Cerina's exquisite body. He ran his hand up her thigh, and into her curly pubes. Her lips were still wet, and Tom did his best to massage her clit. Cerina responded by sucking his cock more vigorously.

Not wanting Tom to cum too quickly, after a minute, Cerina stopped sucking Tom's dick and rubbed the head against one erect nipple and then the other. Tom enjoyed the visual. Cerina then squeezed Tom's hard-on between both of her firm tits, and stroked the saliva slick erection with her boobs. 

Tom moaned, "You're an angel."

"Glad you like," Cerina whispered. 

"Why don't you climb on top of that hard dick?" Tom suggested. "I wanna be inside you."

Cerina replied, "I like that idea."

Then Cerina straddled Tom's hips, held his hard-on straight up, and lowered her pussy onto it. She moaned softly as she felt it fill her. Tom felt much bigger than her husband. Cerina lifted her hips until she felt Tom's rod was barely inside her, and then lowered her pelvis again, taking the long cock totally inside her. As she gauged the proper distance, Cerina's thrusts became more rapid. Tom did his best to lick Cerina's swaying tits.

As Tom felt himself losing control, he said, "Slow down a little, angel. I don't wanna cum yet."

Cerina smiled and said, "How 'bout if you take top for a bit?"

"Sure, angel."

Cerina laid next to Tom and spread her stocking-clad, well-defined legs. She watched Tom kneel between them, his erection swaying and bobbing. He lifted her right leg, admiring her shapely calf. Cerina watched Tom run his hand over her calf, and then rub the head of his erection across her calf, up to her knee, and slowly up her thigh. 

"You have the most beautiful legs," Tom said softly.

"I love the feel of your cock on my leg," Cerina whispered.

Tom's hard-on slid across the top of Cerina's stocking, and onto her bare thigh, inching its way toward her crotch. He then aligned his boner with her pussy and slowly pushed it all the way in. Cerina could feel his hard-on throb inside of her. Tom resumed fucking Cerina with long, slow strokes. He tried to watch his ivory rod slide in and out of her wet muff. Tom licked Cerina's nipples as he fucked her.

Cerina wanted to experience a variety of positions before Tom lost control, so after a short time, she said, "Tom, fuck me doggie-style."

"Anything you want, angel," Tom panted.

Cerina got on all fours in front of Tom. Once again, Tom pushed his boner into Cerina's tight box and resumed pumping. Cerina had never been penetrated so deeply before. She began moaning loudly. Tom reached under her and fondled her swaying tits. His abdomen slapped against Cerina's shapely ass. Within minutes, Cerina's body shuddered and she experienced another orgasm.

Over her shoulder Cerina panted, "I wanna be facing you when you cum."

"Lay on your back, angel," Tom instructed.

Once more Cerina laid on her back with her legs spread. Holding his hard-on, Tom rubbed the head against Cerina's bush, and then entered her wet pussy. Cerina wrapped her stocking-clad legs around her lover. The British beauty marveled at the older man's control as he pumped her like a piston. Tom didn't want the lovemaking with Cerina to end, but he was losing control and soon felt the tidal wave of orgasm approaching. He pulled out and guided Cerina's hand to his erection.

"Finish me off, angel," Tom panted.

Cerina stroked the slippery rod, aiming at her body. Spurts of warm cum painted her stomach and breasts. Tom shuddered and moaned as Cerina continued to stroke out more sticky fluid.

Cerina grinned and said, "That's it, hun... Cum on your naughty girl."

Tom bent so that he could press his lips to Cerina's. Again, their tongues intertwined. Again, Tom ran his fingers through Cerina's long, dark hair. She ran the fingers of her free hand into his hair, now damp with perspiration. This older man had given Cerina the most intense pleasure in her life.

When they paused to clean up, Cerina used the bathroom first. She wet a washcloth and looked at herself in the large mirror. Tom's cum glistened on her skin. A small cum stripe was slowly running down across her left nipple. With her fingertip, she rubbed the cum around on her nipple. She smiled at her reflection. She had stolen a moment of pleasure from the cruel world.            



Quiet Fantasy



I saw you from across the store. Our eyes met for a second, then moved away nervously. A minute later our eyes met again. This time we didn't look away. I saw sadness and excitement in your eyes. We both smiled. from 15 feet, I could feel the heat from her. She looked at the clothes in her hands, then to the dressing room, then to me. She smiled nodded and went inside. 

Intrigued, I moved closer to the little room. I noticed that she had left the curtain open a few inches. I moved closer and peeked inside. Just then she turned and jumped. Then looked into my eyes again. Though I'd never seen her before, I felt like I knew her. She was beautiful, tall and slender with dark hair and eyes contrasting her milky white skin. 

She smiled and nodded again, but made no move to close the curtain. I looked around and the store seemed deserted. When I looked back in, she was removing her blouse. I stood transfixed as her smooth white shoulders were exposed to me, Her black lace bra standing out sharply against her pale skin. 

Again she turned and looked at me with just a trace of a smile. My heart was beating madly, I felt like she was inviting me in, though no words were spoken. She again turned her back on me and slowly slid her knee length black silk skirt to the floor. Her legs, long and flowing, covered in a fine mesh of black silk stockings, a garter and thin pair of black satin panties. 

I could take it no more! I slowly entered the dressing room, pulled the curtain shut and put my hands on her shoulders. She jumped slightly and began to tremble faintly. But she said nothing. I moved my hands down her arms savoring the smooth cool skin. When I reached her hands, I pulled them around with mine to her stomach and leaned forward to kiss her neck. 

Her hair smelled of cherry blossoms and her neck of sweet perfume. I lightly kissed her neck and shoulders as she nestled into me. Slight sighs of pleasure the only sound. I nibbled her ear and she moaned very softly. Pulling her hands from mine she reached back and put her hands on my hips gently pulling me to her. My hands free, I felt the firm muscles of her stomach and the coolness of her skin. Still kissing her neck, I slid my hands up her stomach and caressed her large but firm breasts. 

Again she jumped slightly, and the trembling increased. Slight sigh escaping her lips. Unclasping the bra in front, I freed her breasts and gently ran the palms of my hands over her already hard nipples. A slightly louder sigh and increased trembling were her only reaction. 

Her nimble fingers unbuttoned my pants and lowered the zipper. My cock already hard with anticipation, came free as she pulled open my pants and lowered my boxers. Again the trembling increased as she grasped my cock in her hand. I began to lightly pinch her nipples, and massage her breasts. No words were spoken. 

She pulled free, and still holding my cock in her hand, knelt down. I gasped as she kissed the head of my cock, seeming to taste it with her tongue. She then put my cock deep into her mouth in a slow exquisite tease of sensation. I looked down and watched as she began to move her head slowly in and out over my cock, holding it with one hand, pulling me to her with her other on my ass. I put my hands on her hair gently rocking with the rhythm. Her tongue doing an energetic dance on my cock, as I looked down at her perfect back and ass. In just minutes I came in her mouth as she greedily swallowed every drop. The ecstasy prolonged and intensified by her gentle sucking and licking. 

I never got soft and became aware of the intense need to have her now! Slowly I pulled her up and leaned down to kiss and nibble on her nipples as she smoothly stroked my cock. After a minute, I could take no more. I put my hands on her shoulders as our eyes met. She looked into my eyes with longing, lust and a little bit of fear. 

I smiled and began to say Something. But she quickly put her fingers to my lips and gently shook her head. I turned her around and pushed her shoulders towards the wall. She put her hands out and leaned forward. I slid my hands slowly down her smooth alabaster skin, down her sides to her hips. Slowly I put my fingers under the straps of her panties and slid them to the floor. Her smooth and perfectly shaped ass, exciting me even more. I moved my hand over her ass and down to her pussy. 

She moaned and shivered, but said nothing. I put my fingers into her hot moist pussy savoring the incredible softness. Massaging her pussy and clit, she moaned a little louder. I moved my wet fingers over her pussy and slid one into her ass slowly. She tensed, then sighed. With a finger in her ass, two in her pussy and my pinkie rubbing her clit, she began to move her hips in rhythm to my hand. Moaning softly she shuddered for a long minute. 

Unable to stop myself, I pulled back my hand and slowly put my cock in her pussy. This time she jumped harder, then pushed herself onto me with abandon. The sensations of her tight, wet and hot pussy were overwhelming. 

But I had more in mind. Grabbing her hips, I slowly pulled out and put my cock into her tight little ass. She let out a slight and quiet cry in shock and pain, but quickly stifled it. Then slowly she pushed her ass onto my cock. moaning softly but deeply! She reached down with one hand and began rubbing her clit. I began to pump her ass harder and harder, small cries whispering from her lips. 

Suddenly, I came in her ass with an all consuming orgasm, just as she too came! Both of us letting out quiet sighs and shuddering moans. 

For a minute, neither of us moved, then she pulled away and began to dress. I was in shock, I couldn't believe what had happened between this beauty I don't even know and my normally shy self! 

I put my hand on her shoulder, and she looked into my eyes. Her eyes were sparkling, and told me thanks. The words left me, I was speechless. She just smiled and finished dressing. With me still nearly naked she reached for the curtain. I started to say something, but she shook her head and left. 

Several days later, I saw her coming out of another store, our eyes met, we smiled, and both of us knew, it was sometimes better to say nothing. 

As she walked away, I wondered a million things about her, but realized that she will always remain, Just a fantasy come true!



Quiet Girls are Always Easier



I'd been flirting with the beautiful brunette for some time now. She had a look that grew on you, and an enchanting smile. Ellen was 5'3 and about 130 lbs. She had wavy, medium-brown hair that went a little past the shoulder. Her perky, 34-A breasts made her look younger than her 19 yrs. Her hips were disproportionately large, giving her a more sexual look than most high school girls have (without revealing clothing). I knew from her regular-church activities and strict upbringing that Ellen was a virgin, she probably had never even seen a naked guy. Little did she know that I would be the first.

My first year of college was a chaotic, drunken haze. Ellen was a quiet girl and she could bring me the calmer lifestyle more conducive to going to class in the mornings. That summer I moved into the apartment right below hers. I was one stairwell away from the pretty girl that was increasingly dominating my thoughts.

What they say about church girls being repressed must be true, because it did not take very long for me to get Ellen in bed. Our physical life went quickly from making out on her couch to nice rendezvous in her bed.

Ellen must have been embarrassed having her roommate walk in to her living room to us passionately kissing. She sheepishly suggested that we go to her room. I knew then it would be a special night.

After kissing for what felt like an hour, I removed my shirt and attempted to remove hers. Hesitant at first, soon emotion and desire overcame her natural shyness. I quickly unhooked a very conservative-looking white bra.

Her breasts surprised me. Ellen had large nipples surrounded by very wide, light-brown areolas. Her breasts were very perky and small, but pleasing to the eye and a joy to touch. Her nipples by now were rock hard and I began licking them, slowly at first, then more aggressively.

By the look of her face I knew she should be getting quite wet. I moved the palms of my hand around her sensitive areas, careful to spend a lot of time rubbing her thighs. She began to sway her hips up and down, a sure hint that those tight denim jeans had to come off.

Knowing there was a good chance she would say no, I made my move. I confidently unzipped her pants and placed my hand over her panties. She was already extremely wet. I suppose lack of experience made her more sensitive than other girls. I put my hand under her panties. The simple touch of my hand was enough to get her moaning. I could feel her getting wetter by the second.

To make things easier, I pulled her pants off completely with Ellen's silent encouragement. Now all that came between me and the best sex of my life was white, cotton panties that were wet through the front.

I knew it would really get her going if I licked her body. I began with her neck and went down. Each breast could fit almost entirely in my mouth. I licked her beautiful, large nipples and had my hand on her panties. I was more aroused now than ever before, but I had to hold off just a bit longer to get my reward.

I started licking her stomach and then around her panty line. It was really turning her on for me to lift up her panty and lick the outskirts of her pubic region. This was an area that had received virtually no attention for 19 long years.

To my complete shock, after a few minutes of teasing she took off her panties, an assertive move for a girl who was embarrassed to have a guy in her room just hours before. Pulling her panties down to her legs, she let me see the most beautiful pussy. Her dark pubic hair was soft and covered her pussy completely. My hands soon discovered that she was wet enough for me to just slip my penis in, but Ellen had other things on her mind.

Ellen had previously confessed to me that for many years she'd longed to have her pussy eaten. An old boyfriend had fingered her once or twice, but it was painful, awkward and anything but a turn on. He never made any attempt to go further and they soon broke up. Now she would have the time of her life, as girls always compliment my wonderful head.

I licked around her pussy hole to get her really hot. She was moaning loudly in anticipation of my tongue hitting her clit. Her hips were circling to try and find my tongue in just the right spot. I wanted her to beg for it, but it was time for her pussy to get some tongue action.

I slowly licked up her pussy, tasting the juices now flowing from her. Her scent was incredible and a huge turn on for me. She tasted great and I could tell she was enjoying the new sensations. Her moans were deeper now and synchronized with my tongue artfully bathing her clit. After a few minutes of this she was out of breath, but still manages to say those magic words: "I want you."

Her legs were stretched apart and I was just over her body. I placed my dick on her pussy and could feel how wet she was. Even the hair on her mound was soaked, both with her juices and my saliva. I decided to tease her just a bit more before penetrating extremely virgin territory.

My head was barely touching the entrance of her pussy when she began moaning very loudly again. In a breathy voice she cried: "I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me now."

Although tight, I slipped in rather easily because of the wetness of her pussy. She was warm inside and her vaginal muscles began milking my dick as I went in and out of her. The entire room had the unmistakable smell of sex. I increased my pace and knew we would both be cumming very shortly.

Ellen wanted me to go harder and I gave her the ride of her life. I shoved my dick completely in and out of her, so that the smacking sound was so loud I thought it might be heard from outside. Each time I buried the full length of my dick in her she moaned loudly. It was pure pleasure for me. My tempo increased and she began rocking her hips to the rhythm of our bodies. I could tell from the contractions in her pussy she was very close to orgasm and I wanted to hold off until she came.

Her panting was very fast now and she was squealing with delight. Her pussy grabbed my dick so tightly that I could not stop from flooding her with my cum. After the fourth or fifth squirt I knew she was cumming. She let out a deep, low groan and climaxed just as I was finishing. I stayed on top of her for a few minutes more, enjoying the feeling of those perky breasts under my chest and my semi-erect penis still buried inside her.

When I pulled our there was some blood, but not much. We fell asleep together, smiling. My dick was resting just above her round ass, a nice preview of things to come. 



Quiet in the Kitchen



I am the nanny, house maid, step-daughter, etc. trying to fix a vase the dog broke earlier that evening. You come home from a long day at the office/work to see this instead of dinner. Instead of heading upstairs to kiss your children and wife good night, you decided to take your day's frustrations and anger out on the help. You come into the kitchen, yelling at me. The quiet of the room is broken by your voice, and it scares me; I jump and turn to face you. You keep venting, walking towards me, unsure of what you yourself will do next.

I get backed up against a counter top. You get so close the space between us is dense with your turbid feelings. You grab my face, a little painfully, and kiss me hard before reaching down a hand to my clothing covered pussy. When your lips leave mine, I am afraid to breath, to make any sound that will set you off again. I stay perfectly still as the internal debate in your head tries to decide what to do about your fingers that have found their way under my skirt, now rubbing my panties.

I see a look cross your face that frightens me. It is one of greed. "Sir..." I try to whisper, but my throat has gone dry. Your eyes snap to mine at the faint sound from my lips. Your fingers on my pussy suddenly get rougher, hungrier. You mutter something as your hand rips away the fabric covering my pussy lips. I throw a hand up to your chest to push you away in protest, the other stays behind me on the counter for balance. "Please," I finally manage to say. "Your wife and children are upstairs. They'll hear. This isn't right anyway."

You remove your hand that has been sliding around in my wetness. "What is right is besides the point." You lick your fingers before moving my hand from your chest. "You taste fantastic and feel soft and warm. Your voice and look upon your face is scared. And I am sorry to say, but that is just fuel to me."

You force me to spin around, now facing away from you. "Put your hands on the counter and don't move." I close my eyes, do as you tell me and take a deep breath. I feel you back away and am almost relieved that you have decided to leave me alone. But then I feel you breathing on my neck and your arms sliding around me to place something on my hands. I open my eyes to see what this strange weight was, a lit candle for each hand. "Now, don't do anything to let the candles fall or blow out. I guarantee that I will be even more angry if that happens."

You place your hands on my hips and pull my ass back away from the safe counter's edge. My torso is practically parallel with the floor when you stop pulling me and replace a hand back to my torn panties, just to finish removing them completely. I can hear you kneeling down behind me as calloused fingers tease my clit and push past my pussy's lips. Your other hand pushes my skirt up slowly to be around my waist. I then feel your hand smooth over my ass. "What an ass.." I think I hear you say before your hand leaves it.

Then it is quickly back with a loud smack! I jump with the shock of the sting and yelp. "Shhh, not too loud. I am sure my wife would fire/punish you for this." Then you swing again, your hand landing with a bit of pain. Your fingers inside my pussy get more harsh with every spank. After a few more, I feel your tongue upon the ass cheek you spanked more. Your lips and tongue wonder my backside as one hand continues to make sure that my pussy stays wet and the other traces one finger down my ass crack.

"Leave my ass alone, please. It already hurts too much," I beg you. I hear a dark laugh escape you before you slide one finger into my ass. My knees buckle, and I almost knock over a candle. That dark laugh again. "Your objections and shaking will only give me ideas of what discomforts you. And after my day, that is exactly what I want." You pull your finger out of my ass a little before plunging it back in with another finger. The sensation of two fingers in my ass while your other hand works on fisting into me shortens my breath. I can't even count how many of your fingers are playing in my ass by the time your tongue returns to my body. Your hand spreads my ass for your tongue to continue the fingers' work. You're licking away when your fist stretches itself into my pussy. I barely keep my balance upright as I cum onto your fist. You move your hand in and out as you lick my ass through my orgasm.

When I finish, I am ashamed and exhausted; hopeful that you had released enough anger to leave me be. Unfortunately, I am wrong. I hear your dark laugh again and you stand up. You remove your fist from my pussy, but keep a finger in my ass. You should the cum covered hand in my face and make me lick most of it off. When I have almost licked all of my cum off your hand, you enjoy the rest for yourself.

Your now clean hand forces its way under my shirt to my tits. Your rough, damp palms feel wonderful as you caress and grope my tits and finger my ass. "You're almost finished, don't worry," you whisper into my ear before biting down upon my neck. As your teeth sink in, I feel the head of your cock push up against my dripping pussy. You bite and grope me harder; your fingers push deeper just as your cock slides its full length into my body. At this, I cannot hold myself up anymore. My knees buckle and a candle falls into the sink as I cum. "I told you not to do that." And I feel your hands remove the remaining clothes on my body before returning to their former positions.

Then the hand on my tits reaches for the candle still lit on my left hand. Drip, drip, drip. I feel the hot wax splatter and cool on my back and ass. Despite your warnings, I can't hold back anymore and cry out. I continue to grip the countertop as you fuck my pussy harder, deeper. One hand gropes my ass and the other finds my clit as you pound me harder. As hard as if you were boxing with a punching bag. My breath gets heavy, in time with yours. My legs barely support me as I lean on the counter. I cum yet again; just before you take your cock from inside me and spin me around and force me to my knees on the floor. I just realize what has happen as your cum shoots onto my face, neck and tits.

When you have finished cumming all over me, you lower yourself and hook a finger into my pussy, as if to pull me up by it. I raise an inch or two in discomfort. You lean in and warn, "Speak of this, and I won't be so kind next time." You spank my ass, roughly squeeze me with both hands then stand up. You straighten your clothes, lick your fingers and grin. Then you leave me in the kitchen, alone, ashamed and still wet and wanting more.



Quiet in the Library



I knew Bridie in school. I would see her all time in the library for our spare period. We were both 18, the age of hormones. We would be alone for our spare, but we didn't usually talk very much. She was kind of shy, and so was I to tell the truth. She was not exactly beautiful, more like pretty. But she was definitely something to arouse desire, alone in the library.

She must have been about 5'9" with blue eyes and short brown hair that framed her face nicely. She was kind of slim, not really athletic, but slim. Her hips were only a little wider than her waist, and her breasts were nice, palm-sized B-cups. All in all, I thought Bridie was quite fuckable.

It happened kind of slowly. Sitting across from each other, we frequently ended up playing "footsies" under the table. After which, Bridie liked to rest her feet. She would usually rest her feet on one of the chairs on either side of me. But one day, after our gaming, Bridie rested one foot on my left, one on my right. Even this simple fact would begin to arouse me.

Bridie continued this, so I took advantage. I would start "accidentally" dropping things onto the floor. It gave me quite a good view up her skirt. Unfortunately, at this point in time, Bridie still wore dark blue stockings. I guess it was a sign that she was still lacking in confidence. But her panties were a clean white so I could always see them.

Our little game continued over the days and weeks. Then I noticed that Bridie was wearing her stockings less and less. When I would "accidentally" drop something, I would get a great view of her legs, all the way up to the crotch. I would even rest my hands on her legs while searching for what I had dropped. I found this started to really titillate me. 

It must have aroused her too, because I would see damp patches in the crotch of Bridie's panties. The scent of her pussy juices would waft over to me and give me an instant erection. Unfortunately, I guess, I have an average sized dick - about 6 1/2" when hard - which may have been a factor in my shyness. But on the plus side, a smaller dick was easier to hide from others in the library. And easier to hide from Bridie.

Our activities in the library would make me want to jerk off something fierce, or even better, grab Bridie and fuck her tight little ass. But that was still yet to come. I did get something close though. Bridie started to rest one or both feet on MY chair. She even started to massage my raging dick through my pants. But she would only do this briefly.

Then one day a miracle occurred. Bridie must have really gained some confidence around me because she stopped wearing panties! I was stiff as a board as soon as I smelt her unique pussy perfume. But when I saw her glistening cunt flesh and sopping wet bush, I went crazy. Before she had a chance to tease me, I kicked off my shoes and stuck my right foot under her.

She must have been as horny as I was because she started to slide herself over my foot. I wanted more though, so I turned my big toe up and it slid into her tight pussy. She started rotating herself on my toe. I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip in ecstasy. She kept on turning and twisting, with my toe in her tight little hole. Her juices flowed from her pussy onto my foot, making her sliding easier. Her cunt muscles gripped and squeezed my toe, trying to suck it in.

She must have really turned on, for not long after, she started making short, sharp movements and quick breaths. Bridie was coming for me! She shuddered and relaxed a little, taking deep breaths. Apart from the heavy breathing, she hadn't made one single sound. Then she opened her eyes and turned her crystal blue orbs on me.

"I've wanted you for such a long time." This surprised the hell out of me. First, I wanted her for a long time. Second, we hardly ever spoke to each other. And finally, I have never thought that I was much to look at. I didn't know what to say except:

"I've wanted you too." She smiled at me. We had plenty of time left in the period but some stupid class was entering the library. I looked at Bridie with a sense of desperation at losing the moment. She just smiled, and "accidentally" dropped something. She went down! Literally and orally. She crawled over to me under the table and freed my dick from its confines.

"I don't think I can last very long," I whispered down to her. Bridie just lightly grunted and started sucking. Seeing as I had pants on and I was sitting down, she didn't really have the best access, but that didn't seem to matter. Bridie sucked away blissfully, the head of my throbbing cock hitting the back of her throat as she sucked and slurped. Maybe slurped was not the right word, for she never made a sound as she swallowed my dick down her throat, except for low groans and mumbles.

Pretty soon I was losing it. I grabbed Bridie's head and pulled it down on my hard pulsating cock and came like a volcano. Straight down her throat I blew my load, and she just kept sucking, milking me dry. Was that an orgasm or what?! Suddenly I became worried and looked around the library to see if anyone from the class had noticed. Or even worse, a teacher librarian. But no one had seen us engaged in our activities, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

My dick went soft and I quickly put it away, as Bridie climbed back into her chair.

"That was incredible!" I said to her.

"Your wrong if you think we're finished," she replied. My cock grew hard again at the thought of more fun. She put her finger to her lips, signaling quiet, then she stood and crooked her finger in the "follow me" motion. As Bridie stood I noticed something strange. Not only had she stopped wearing panties under her skirt, she had also stopped wearing a bra under her blouse! My cock must have grown another 1/2" at that. I grinned as I realised she had planned this day to the letter.

As I followed her, watching her ass bounce in front of me, I wondered what it would be like in her tight little rear-end. "No," I thought, "pussy first, then ass." Bridie led me to a remote corner of the library, away from any prying eyes. There she stopped and pointed to a foot stool, so I sat. She remained standing and began to unbutton her blouse. When she finished she let it hang open. Not enough to show me her lovely tits, but enough to reveal her nice flat stomach.

Bridie then started to slowly gyrate on the spot, running her hands over her tummy and up to cover her breasts. She still didn't let me see them, though. Then she leaned back against the wall and bent her knees to slide down the wall. Her sliding pulled her skirt up at the back. When she got as low as my eyes - her stomach level, she stopped.

Bridie reached down and seductively hiked up her skirt at the front, to reveal her dripping red pussy. With her left hand she held up her skirt, and she licked her right index finger and slid it into her tight cunt. She slid it in and out several times before adding more fingers. Her face was a vision of pure rapture as she slowly fisted her pussy to climax. She shuddered and slid to the ground, silent.

I decided it was time to feed my pulsating erection into her tight wet cunt. I realised it would be impractical to undress so I just pulled my cock out and sat on the floor in front of Bridie. She opened her glazed eyes and smiled at me and nodded.

"I'm yours," she whispered. I pulled her to me so she was sitting on my lap. Bridie was pretty well wasted so I had to lift her and move her over my throbbing dick. Once I had the head positioned at the mouth of her cunt, I let her go. She slid right down onto my hard member and she gasped at the rapidity of the act. I leaped at this opportunity to give her a deep kiss, sliding my tongue down her throat.

Facing her, my dick buried in her pussy, I knew it was time to release her tits. I brushed her blouse back to reveal her palm-sized peaches. I squeezed them both hard. Bridie moaned in response and her nipples were erect in no time. I bent my head to suck them into my mouth as she had my cock only minutes earlier. Her tits were sublime. They were soft and juicy, not taut, but not saggy either. They were perfect.

As much as I wanted to stay there with my penis filling her pussy, I knew that the other class could start roaming at any minute. I lay Bridie on her back and positioned myself above her. I pulled out, nearly all the way, and then started my strokes. I pumped in and out of her hole swiftly, causing her tits to jiggle and her to moan. I rammed in a bit harder, anxious to come again, this time in her beautiful cunt.

My strokes became quicker and harder like a piston. We would have screamed except for the attention it would bring. I felt the come welling up in my balls. Then I realised coming in her pussy might get her pregnant so I pulled into a sitting position and flipped her around. With regret I exited her cunt, but with joy I placed my cockhead at the entrance to her anus. 

Bridie had slumped forward which made my job easier. With the aid of her pussy juices, I slid my dick into her back door. Still to my surprise she was quite silent, but she did squeeze my dick with her tight bumhole. I was warm and dry and oh so very tight! I stroked in and out building up lubrication until I could pump her hard and fast.

Despite having come earlier her ass just drove me wild and soon I was spurting a huge load of come into her intestines. I jerked and spasmed inside her ass and Bridie just flopped down in front of me, exhausted. She just squeezed my dick in silence as I drained completely into her. 

We would have stayed longer in our bliss, but that damn class could start running around the library at any moment. With regret, Bridie and I tidied ourselves up and returned to our desk in silence.



Quiet in the Library



I'm really kind new at this stuff so don't expect much. This is my very first story and my first submission here. I really hope it doesn't suck. I'd really love to know what anyone thinks so please go ahead and email me anytime. I would especially love to know what the girlies think. Happy ready! I hope.

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I don't even know how long I've been sitting here like this. I should've been checking over the test I just wrote but my mind wandered back to the last time we chatted. I mean flirting was one thing but we just kept talking naughtier and naughtier. She was really driving me crazy and I was kind of afraid to admit it to her, afraid she might be creeped out that it was affecting me in way more than a playful way. So who knows how long I've been sitting here supposedly looking over my test with my eyes closed and I'm rocking slightly back and forth in the chair. It's a good thing I sat in one of the study cubicles instead of one of the regular tables. 

The library gets super busy when midterms are coming so everybody comes in here when they have study hall. And here I am and I just know that with all my rocking, my kilt has ridden up over my bum. Damn, did I have to start thinking about this now? At school of all places? Ugh! But I just feel too yummy now. I still remember all the naughty stuff we talked about. I can feel my nipples getting hard, tightening and wrinkling and pressing out against the cotton of my bra. That's the only problem with my nipples sometimes. They're just way hypersensitive. I feel them getting harder and swelling more and more and it sends tingling jolts down between my legs. I have a feeling I'm gonna be giving in. Just the thought of her tongue gliding across my neck, leaving a wet trail up behind my ear. The tingling in my nipples is zipping straight down into my vagina. I'm not rocking anymore. I can feel the heat flush into my cheeks as I guiltily look around me. 

I'm in the friggin library! Geez! But I reach between the buttons of my shirt and my fingers dip into the top of my bra, brushing slowly across my left nipple. Oh God that felt good. My nipples swell and strain out even more, aching to be touched, aching to be sucked. God. I let my first two fingers slide across my nipple and gently close against it, squeezing softly and pulling the hard swollen tip. Another heavy jolt rushes down my spine and between my legs, sending the goosebumps down my thighs. I can feel myself getting wet down there. I lean back against the chair and look around me again, even though I know the little privacy walls of the cubicle desk have me hidden and the desk is backed into the corner. I'm as alone as I'm gonna get. Just the thought of shoving her against the wall and holding her there. 

She's way way taller than me but I want her badly. I'm sure she wouldn't be able to push me away. And the look on her face, her mouth falling open without a sound as my hand slips under the waistband of her undies. My own undies are getting wet now. The heat is pulsing between my legs as I open them slowly under the desk. Is it all the naughty thoughts that are turning me on? Or is it also the idea of knowing I'm about to masturbate in my school library? Okay it's probably both. And I don't care right now. My nipples are so hard they almost hurt. God this is super kinky. I'm actually gonna masturbate like right here. Gawd! 

I lift the front of my kilt above my waist and look down. Ugh! I shouldn't have worn my grey cotton thong today. The wetness between my legs is growing, leaving an obvious darker spot on my undies that continues to grow. I discovered a long time ago that when I got horny I would get really really wet. Not just like normal girls. I mean really really messy wet. And then I see her mouth again, fallen open and a helpless gasp escapes as my fingertips glide down through the soft hairs between her legs. My vagina is throbbing now and I can feel the wetness pulsing out of me. I curl my left fingers into the side of my undies and pull the wet cotton to the side. The air of the library kisses the wetness between my legs and I shiver all over. 

God I feel so yummy. I am so wet. I really can't hold out anymore. I know I'm at school. I know I'm in uniform. But my vagina is just aching. My clitoris is tingling like crazy. I reach down with my right hand and press my middle finger between the soft lips of my vagina. Oh God yes. I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud. God that feels so good. Slowly my finger slides up and down between the wet swollen lips, moving up just below my clit only to glide teasingly back down. My finger moves lower and gently slides up into the soft heat of my throbbing vagina. I feel the wetness bubbling out over my finger as it glides in and out, making soft squishy sounds as the wetness pulses out of me. I swear I could do this forever. Sitting in the library, leaned back in my chair, my kilt rolled up around my waist, my right hand down between my legs, my middle finger pushing in and out of my smooth wet vagina.

I feel a naughty smile creep across my lips and I slowly pull my finger out of me. I hold my hand up in front of me and gaze at how incredibly wet I am. My finger is coated completely with my own sticky lust. I spread my fingers apart and a long string of wetness stretches across my first two fingers. God I am so friggin wet. Geez! The smile grows wider and I slip my fingers into my mouth, sucking them, gliding my tongue over them, tasting my own desire. All it does is cause another throb of wetness to pulse out of my boiling vagina. Oh God I need to come so badly. I bring my hand back down between my legs and press my middle finger against my tingling clitoris. I hadn't braced myself and a soft whimper squeaks from my throat. My finger starts to move in slow wet circles and the squishing sounds of my finger only make me throb harder. 

I press my finger harder against my aching clit, rubbing faster in circles. Faster and faster. Under the desk my legs are opening more and more by themselves. The muscles in my thighs are tightening. Oh God yes. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come really hard. My finger moves faster and faster in squishy circles against my screaming clit and the wetness pumps heavily from my burning vagina. Oh God I'm gonna come so hard. Oh I'm coming. Oh God yes. I'm coming...



Quiet in the Library



Amy's first day working at the library started off with about as much excitement as one would expect. That was fine by her, as she preferred the quiet and the library was a good place to find it. The aisles and bookshelves seemed to go on forever, full of books to discover and quiet places to hide away and read them. The campus library was also the least likely place to run into the kind of boys she wanted to avoid.

Not that she had much difficulty evading their attention. She'd overheard herself described as mousey, one likely to be overlooked and lost underfoot. She wore what she liked and didn't pay them much mind, today like most days wearing her short black hair up in a bun, round-rimmed glasses, and a simple pale blue blouse and a gray pleated skirt. Her ample breasts drew more attention than she preferred, but she found that in a convenient coincidence she could keep them from getting too much attention by hiding them behind the books she liked to read.

A man she'd passed on the way in seemed to have liked the look, sizing her up as he leafed through a little black book. He looked nice in a long-sleeve button shirt and slacks, both deep black, but she kept her distance from the man in black and he kept his.

For the moment she sat behind one of the desks, awaiting books needing to be sent back to their proper places and leafing through a book doing a poor job of holding her interest. From her position she could also manage some mildly entertaining people-watching between pages.

Her fingertip paused midway through a page turn, bending it back and forth as she wondered whether to give it a few more pages to prove itself, when she spied a young lady leaving the stacks. She looked a bit flushed and was mostly succeeding in hiding that she was shaking a bit as she walked. She was also grinning like a fool.

Making as though to continue reading her book she peered over the binding, curiosity piqued. A more thorough inspection noted some faint marks on her wrists and a thin black collar around her throat. One of the buttons of her blouse was missing, and another was in the wrong hole. And she was... clearly not wearing a bra. What had she been up to back there? She gave Amy an odd look as she walked by, smiled knowingly, then left.

Her attention snapped back to current events at the sound of a book being set on the desk by her elbow, set quietly although the clap of the cover on the counter sounded unusually loud and made her jump a little.

Looking over to the small black book she saw a large hand on it, leading up the arm to broad shoulders and a pleasant face bearing the smile of a man with a secret. The man in black. Up close she could see that he had a nice physique, the kind she liked where he wasn't too taut but wasn't muscle-bound either.

He said not a word as he leaned over her with that smile, looking into her eyes. At a guess he'd probably have still stood a few inches over her even if she'd been standing. She felt herself shrinking back in her chair a bit, though not precisely trying to move away from him.

He was almost uncomfortably close to the point that she wondered if he meant to kiss her. Her toes curled a bit in her shoes as she though to push her chair back a bit, but his scent called her to stay where she was. The way he looked into her eyes she felt as though he were physically holding her down with those strong hands instead of just his gaze.

Her tongue felt dry and she swallowed before speaking, recalling that she was supposed to be working. "Can I help you with something?" The words came out less confidently than she'd hoped.

He said not a word in reply, just kept looking at her. Visibly his eyes moved down her body and back up, her nipples uncomfortably stiff under his inspection. She might not have found it odd if he'd somehow unbuttoned her blouse with his gaze, but instead he merely slid the little black book towards her on the desk. The corner of his mouth turned up in approval as he stood back up to his full height and simply turned and walked away.

Amy then began to take notice of the outside world again, starting with exhaling. At some point she'd dropped her book, though it'd simply fallen in her lap. Nobody seemed to have noticed... whatever had just happened. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear she rose to look at the little black book, displaying nothing resembling a title aside from a large A on the front cover in delicate caligraphy. A glance at the sticker on the side told her that it belonged in a part of the library she hadn't seen much of yet. A little walking would be good to clear her head.

It was near closing time and the last of the sunlight slipped amber fingers between the stacks where it could reach. Her curious fingers opened the small clasp and opened the book, leafing through the pages to see what this was about. Everything was hand-written, and in many different styles of handwriting from chapter to chapter. She picked one at random and read...

"His tongue was amazing. Everywhere he touched me set off fireworks. When he kissed me his tongue wrapped around mine, played with me. He knew just how to flutter his tongue on my nipples to make them so hard they hurt. And I thought I'd die when he got between my thighs and slipped his tongue inside me and all around my-"

With a squeak she bumped into something, clapping the book shut loud as a gunshot. She'd been so distracted she walked right into a bookshelf. Whether the warm flush in her cheeks was from bumping into something like a silly girl or from what had been written in the book, she couldn't say.

Pausing to adjust her glasses she noticed something on a low shelf. Bending to pick it up she found it to be a button, quite possibly the one missing from the girl's blouse earlier. Realizing what her position was doing to her skirt she stood up quickly, though she saw no one behind her.

Walking a little farther she found the place, one empty slot high up where the black book belonged. As she pulled a nearby ladder into place she spied something curious about the shelf. Someone had tied some long bits of black cord to the shelf, looped around and tied with several knots. The soft cord was warm to her touch, and there was an interesting scent in the air. Kind of like the man in black, but something else too.

As she prepared to scale the ladder she looked up and down the aisle again. She'd learned the risks of skirts and ladders earlier that day, and even in quieter parts of the library such as this a random visitor wasn't too far off. Carefully positioning herself on the rungs she climbed up and angled the book onto the shelf, soon finding that she'd slightly misjudged how far over she needed to place the ladder.

Deciding to go for it anyway she reached out farther, figuring it would only be a short drop anyway if she were to fall. Tempting fate had the result one might expect, and when her hand found a smooth part of the ladder rung it slipped free. With a squeak of surprise she closed her eyes and stiffened, reaching out at random to try to grab onto something.

A moment later she noticed two things. For one, she was no longer falling. Second, while one arm and leg were wrapped around the ladder and one foot dangled, her other arm was wrapped around someone's warm and well-toned shoulders. Someone with a familiar scent.

She lifted her head from the shoulder it'd been pressed against and opened her eyes to see the man in black regarding her with a warm smile. His hand at the small of her back pressed her close as he helped her down off the ladder, both of his arms curling around her as he set her on her feet. She bit her lip as the motion made her nipples brush down his chest a little, sensitive enough to feel it even through her blouse and bra, hard enough she wondered if he felt it too.

Her hands were on his chest as he steadied her, and she found she did indeed have to look up at him. Not so much taller that he'd have to lean too far to kiss her, though she chastized herself for thinking of it in such terms. One of his hands reached up to her face, and he found herself closing her eyes and quivering a little even though all he did was slip her glasses back into place and brush an errant strand of hair away from her eyes.

She had a thing about having her hair played with, though he couldn't have known that. Could he? She paused to catch her breath. Someone could come by at any moment and it wouldn't do for her to be found like this in the stacks on her first day. "Thank you," she managed to say as she tried to slip away. His hands resisted her at first and she pushed her hands against his chest a bit. A heartbeat later he released her, though she had no doubt he could have held her as long as he wanted to.

His hand brushed up her shoulder and his fingertips teased up her neck, his touch lingering a moment under her chin as he stood at arm's length. He smiled at her again, that dangerous secret smile. "Take care." His baritone voice went through her, with just a hint of a Spanish accent. She was glad she was already standing near the bookcase, fingers finding the shelf to steady herself lest she need him to catch her again.

Before she knew it she was alone in the stacks again, leaning against the bookcase trying to catch her breath. What was he doing to her? She ran her fingers through her hair and down her neck, almost considering opening a button or two of her blouse. Because she felt so hot, yes that was it. It was a bit stuffy in here at times. It had nothing to do with the way her nipples scraped at the inside of her bra, or the moistness she felt between her legs.

The sound of someone calling for closing time brought to her attention that one of her hands had already opened a button or two and then had stolen beneath her skirt, pressed against her dampened panties. Her other hand didn't come when called at first, and she noticed it had become tangled in the cord.

Blushing so much she thought she might glow she untangled herself and tried to straighten her blouse before going back out to the people. Adjusting her hair she noticed an increasingly familiar scent on her fingers. What she smelled on the cord and in that place smelled very similar to her hand. The hand that had touched him, and had touched herself.

At home beneath the covers she stoked the fire that had been smoldering earlier that day. Being a single woman she wasn't a total stranger to helping herself along, but that night seemed more intense than most. Alone with her fantasies everything was different.

She imagined being there with him in the stacks as she pinched her nipples just the way she liked, pretending it was his hands on her. Her hand slipped down her belly into her panties, imagining him holding her against the bookshelves as he fingered her. She moaned out loud as she thumbed her clit, her thighs tensing as she imagined them wrapped around him while he took her.

She found herself shaking from it all when she was finally spent, imagining all the lewd things she would do to him and have him do to her. Would that it were a different world and she a different woman. For her there would only be fantasies. Fantasies were safe.

On the second day Amy decided upon a change of attire. Maybe some white stockings would make her legs less noticeable, and a smart gray jacket would hide her breasts a little. Finding the jacket a little warm she'd gone with a thinner white blouse and skipped the bra, since that'd all be under the jacket anyway.

Things went quite well for awhile, which is to say they were as quiet as she hoped. Organizing books here, looking something up there. The man in black was nowhere to be seen when she'd arrived, though she kept feeling a subconscious need to tug her skirt down whenever she bent to attend to something as though he might be just around the corner.

And then towards the end of the day as she wandered from aisle to aisle with the stack of books needing to be put back, the very last book in the pile was the little black book with the pretty red A. If she went back there again would he be there waiting? No, someone would have noticed someone like him lurking about.

Besides, so what if he was? She wasn't some silly superstitious girl, afraid to walk down a dark aisle in a library. The campus had security guards, and beyond that in a quiet library a scream for help would be heard by everyone. She hugged the book to her breast and strode towards the proper place with renewed confidence.

The aisle showed no sign of the man in black, but nor was there a ladder around. She'd seen one a few rows back but didn't quite feel like going back for it. To leave now felt like making excuses. She could do this, dammit. And the open spot where the book belonged wasn't so high this time. She could probably tip it in herself.

Conscious of her skirt riding up a bit but determined to see it through anyway she stretched to try to get the corner of the book onto the shelf, first up on her left foot and then up on her right. The shelves pressed against her breasts as she got up on her tiptoes, trying to reach, almost there but not quite. She could just barely almost get it, but she needed...

"Might I be of some assistance?" She hadn't seen or heard him approach, but there he was just a few feet away, smiling at her again, striding towards her without waiting for her answer.

She chewed her lip and redoubled her efforts. Just tip the book in and go, that's all she had to do. "No... hrmf... no thank you. I'm quite alright... mm... I can do this just fine myself." How long had he been there, watching her bounce up and down trying to get at that shelf? She was glad her arm blocked his view of the blush coloring her face.

Then he was there with her, behind and slightly to the side. One hand touched her hip to steady her, the other touched her outstretched hand. She swallowed hard as his scent came to her and his breath caressed her ear. "I insist."

She leaned as close to the bookcase as she could but he came closer still, something firm brushing against her hip. His hand was warm on hers as they finally got the corner of the book in place and began to ease it in. Her calves were getting a little sore from being up on her tiptoes, but to set down on her heels would draw that firmness harder against her.

Her free hand groped at the bookshelf and she was now glad to find that the cord was still there. She held onto it tightly as she watched their hands on the book. His touch was like steel wrapped in silk, and her hand in his had no choice but to follow. 

The space was a little tight as he eased just the tip of the corner in. His fingers brushed the edges, coaxing them a little wider as his thumb stroked the spot between her forefinger and thumb. It looked like it wouldn't fit but he eased it in a little bit at a time, making sure not to slip it in too roughly. The bindings made soft sounds against each other as he finally slipped it all the way in, tight and secure, where it belonged inside.

His hand stayed on hers as she brought it back down to shoulder-high by the other, closing her eyes as she looked away from his face next to hers. She fought to control her breathing. She didn't want to admit to him what effect he was having on her, or perhaps she didn't want to admit it to herself.

Get it together! All he did was help you put away a book and you're melting in his hands. His hands... His hands were on both her hands now, thumbs gently stroking her wrists. Her legs were quivering. Mostly from being on her tiptoes. She'd have to give in sooner or later. "Thanks," she murmured, cursing herself for how little confidence she'd managed to put into it. Go away go away go away...

He didn't seem to be interested in leaving no matter how loudly she thought it at him. Instead he stroked his hands up her arms, over her shoulders, and slowly down her sides to her hips. "My pleasure." If it weren't for the jacket she could have felt more of it, especially through her thin blouse... Stop that! Her fingers tangled in the cords, trying to think about something other than his touch.

"It's almost closing time." The cool wood of the shelf felt good against her forehead as she tried to make herself small against the bookcase, though her calves were aching. "I need... I mean, I should be..."

He shifted to stand fully behind her, brushing the firmness along the crease of her tush and leaving no doubt in her mind as to what it was. That was the last straw for her quivering legs, forcing her to relent and drop to her heels. She bit her lip to stifle a whimper as she felt his whole toned body against her from behind. Her nipples were stiffening swiftly and scraping against the inside of her jacket.

She dug her chin into her shoulder, eyes shut tight as his hands moved up to her shoulders, squeezing fondly. He brushed her hair aside and she felt his lips brush her ear as he whispered, "What do you need?"

She forced herself not to moan for him. She knew what she needed as well as he did. But not here. Not now. Not like this. "Please, I can't... I have to... Oh!" She gasped as he moved, sudden as a coiled snake, pulling the shoulders of her jacket down and spinning her to face him.

The closed buttons kept the jacket from going all the way off, and between the tightening of the sleeves and her wrists becoming tangled in the cords her hands were trapped behind her. Worse still, her breasts strained against her blouse and there was no mistaking her painfully stiff nipples poking at the thin material. He touched her chin with a fingertip and tipped her face up, and then she opened her eyes.

She should have called for help but she couldn't find her voice. She should have struggled but she felt frozen in place. She should have done something other than look into eyes, because that was all she could do now. Her lips pursed slightly, breasts rising and falling with each breath. When he stroked his thumb across her lower lip she just barely resisted the urge to kiss it. He leaned in as if to kiss her, but just whispered by her ear again in that terribly enticing voice. "What do you need?"

His cheek was warm against hers as he stroked fingertips slowly down her neck to the top button of her blouse. Her body was shaking as she tried to muster enough sense to do something. "Don't... please, I can't... I'm not..."

His fingers moved slowly downward, pausing just a heartbeat at each button, and though he opened none of them she felt naked before him already. Her body didn't seem to be listening to her anymore, judging by the way it arched when his hand passed between her full firm breasts. "But you are. You're so beautiful and you don't even know it. But you know you like it. You like it when a man can't keep his hands off you."

She balled her hands into little fists in the cord. She couldn't do this. She wasn't that woman. She shouldn't be here. She turned her face away from his, closing her eyes tight to escape his gaze. Trying to marshal the last of her courage and good sense she managed a whisper with only a little quiver in her voice. "S-stop... stop or I'll scream."

His warm touch lit a fire in her heart and between her thighs as his hand caressed down past her navel and along her thigh. "Scream and I'll stop." Her head was swimming, first from the feel of his fingers dipping under her skirt, second from the absurdity of his retort.

Never stopping his exploration he slipped his fingers to the top of her stocking as his other hand turned her face to his. She opened her eyes without thinking and she was his again, his lips so close to hers. She whimpered as his forearm brushed over her nipple and his fingers under her skirt teased up her inner thigh.

"If you really want me to leave, I will." She couldn't stop herself from pressing against his touch. "Just say the word and I'll disappear." His fingertips brushed the edge of her bikini cut panties. The grin and growl of approval he gave her made her flush bright crimson. It wasn't like she'd worn those for him, had she?




Quiet in the Library



Her lips parted, closed, parted, closed again. What should she say? Well, she knew what she should say, but could she say it? She had to. She wasn't sure what she was going to say she she opened her mouth again, but all she managed was a soft moan as his hand moved to her hip under her skirt and he pressed his firm shaft hard against her center. Even through their clothes she could feel it throbbing, forcing her to bury her face in his shoulder to keep from alerting the whole library.

He brushed his fingers through her hair as he kissed the top of her head, his presence and warmth slowly leaving her. "Wear lace for me tomorrow." He caressed her cheek before releasing her. When she could finally manage to open her eyes he was gone.

She leaned heavily against the bookcase and let out a long shuddering breath, sliding down to her knees to rest her quivering legs, a moment later surprised to find her wrists not entangled by the cords. She was certain they were in the cords earlier, weren't they? She stroked her wrists curiously, looking for marks. Then the call for closing time reminded her that she was on her knees, disheveled, and with her breasts on display. For the second time in as many days she found herself leaving the library feeling flustered.

That night she endeavored not to touch herself. To think about that would be to think about him, and she wanted to put him out of her mind. Accosting her in the library like that! If he showed his face again she'd get rid of him quick.

Sure he looked nice and smelled nicer, but it just wasn't proper. She wanted a guy who would romance her and be tender, not some mysterious man in black. Not some dark stranger to take her in his strong hands, pin her against a wall, those damn fingers rolling her nipples and parting her folds and stroking her clit, and his tongue...

She yanked her hands away from their naughty business, clasping them together over her pounding heart as she lay on her side and tried to forget him. But when she slept she dreamed, and in her dreams he was there.

She went through the third day in a bit of a daze, endeavoring to lose herself in her books and banish the man in black from her mind. She'd skipped the jacket today but kept the bra on under her white blouse. She uncrossed and recrossed her black-stockinged legs under the desk.

The desk was closed in the front, else she would have just given a generous view under her skirt to anyone passing by. She squeezed her thighs together at the thought and glanced over her book at the room. The man in black was not among the people milling about, nor did anyone bring her a little black book. It was near closing time and neither had yet made an appearance.

Good riddance. She was better off strolling the aisles, getting her work done without anyone feeling her up and nibbling her earlobes. She hugged the stack of books to her chest as she went about her business, quite content with the cool covers against her breasts instead of warm hands. The warm summer breeze floating through the open windows was certainly the only thing she needed brushing between her legs.

Somehow she'd ended up near that dark aisle again, standing at the crossroads. And there was that book again, this time lying on the floor halfway down the row. She had to prove something to herelf, she decided. If she could resist him a third time he'd be gone for good, she was certain of it. She could do this.

Head held high she strode towards the book, feeling a bit of a confident sway in her hips. One foot in front of the other. She'd prove he had no power over her. She wouldn't let him. As she got to where the book lay she didn't even bother to kneel down demurely, just leaned right over to pick it up. Sure it made her skirt ride up a bit, maybe give someone a peek of her panties, but to hell with it. She would do as she pleased.

She crossed her arms and held the book to her breasts as she stood up, closing her eyes and allowing herself a moment to take in his scent upon it, letting her lips part a little. No harm in that. And anyway this would be the last time.

Looking over she saw the empty space, even lower than yesterday, barely above her head. She wouldn't need him this time, wouldn't even need to get on tiptoes. She reached up with both hands into the wide space and slipped the book into place.

She turned and went to leave, but stopped short when her hands didn't come along. Must've gotten her sleeve caught on something, that was all. But her eyes confirmed what she'd felt on her wrists. Little loops had been tied in a black cord now binding her wrists together and to the shelf, catching her like a rabbit in a snare.

She fumbled for the knot but couldn't seem to find the beginning or the end. She had to find it. She could call for help. It would be embarassing to explain why she was tied up in a dark aisle, but it was better than waiting to be found by... him.

She lowered her forehead to the cool wood of the bookshelf. Even without looking she knew the man in black was there at the end of the aisle, approaching her, regarding her with that smile and those eyes. She couldn't look. If she looked into those eyes she feared she might fall in.

She felt his hands on her, turning her body towards him, the hard edges of the shelves against her back. She had to twist a bit with her hands still bound, now positioned behind her head. The position forced her body to arch a bit, making her breasts strain against her blouse as though she were putting them on display. But she wasn't. Not her. He was doing this. It was him.

She could do this. She had to do this. Had to resist him. From his warmth she could feel him standing close to her without touching her. Why wasn't he touching her? She was practically offering... No, she couldn't. She had to stop this. She bit her lip as she tried to find the words.

She started to speak, but only released a shuddering breath as his fingers caressed her cheek, down her neck, down to the buttons of her blouse, his hand lingering between her breasts. She could hear the smile in his words. "I see you've decided."

She just barely opened one eye to look down at his hand on her, then widened both eyes as she saw the black outline visible under her white blouse. The black lace. Why was she wearing the lace?

She hadn't even thought about it when she'd dressed that day. It couldn't be. But sure enough it was judging by the way it felt against her skin when his hand brushed the sides of her breasts. His other hand casually slipped under her skirt, finding more lace rimming the tops of her stockings and the waistband of her panties.

It was an accident. Yes, that's all it was. She'd just explain that she hadn't meant to wear those lacy things for him. She wasn't wearing them for him! She'd tell him off, just look him right in the eye and... and...

Her lips parted but she could find no words. There was only his eyes meeting hers, his smile deepening, and his hands touching hers. She watched transfixed as he pulled more black cords from somewhere and began to wind them around her, feeling an unusual sense of detatchment. This wasn't happening to her. This wasn't her. She found her throat dry and swallowed before speaking softly. "What are you doing... what are you going to do to me?"

He smiled and softly kissed the corner of her mouth, making her quiver. "I believe you know the answer to that, my dear." She opened her mouth to object but soon found his tongue between her lips, caressing and exploring. All she could manage through the kiss was a whimper of frustration as he wrapped more cords around her.

His hands were swift and sure as they wound the cords around her body, over under and between her breasts, a loose loop around her throat, some knots here and there that kept it all in place. It seemed like he'd done this several times before.

His hands brushed her breasts several times as he bound her, coaxing her nipples into hard points. She pulled against the bindings on her wrists, but she was in a poor position for leverage and the knots were well tied, no doubt giving her some marks on her wrists for her trouble. Worse, she now felt the resistance of the cords at the small of her back trapping her, barely able to move her body.

She averted her eyes, trying to find some way to twist to loosen her bindings, trying not to press her breasts into his hands. "Please... don't... don't do this..." The more she watched him wind those black cords around her the more she trembled. She began to wonder if she could walk away now even if he unbound her.

She moaned as he slipped his fingers into her hair and gave a gentle tug, baring her neck to his soft lips. "You shouldn't tell lies Amy, to me or to yourself. You want this. You need this."

She chewed her lip and whimpered as he slipped his hands under her skirt. In a final act of defiance she pressed her thighs tightly together, hoping he wouldn't notice her panties already damp. He grinned at this and gave her a little growl that made her legs quiver. He'd called her by name. She'd never told him her name. "How... how do you know..."

He began to gently stroke her thighs, caressing them fondly. She knew those strong hands could just force her legs apart, but he didn't. He just kept teasing her. "I know you very well Amy. Better than you know yourself." She almost pressed herself into his touch, but that would mean parting her thighs for him. He leaned in close as he spoke, lips brushing her ear, scent fracturing her resolve. "I know you need to be touched. You need to be taken. You need to be fucked."

The word shattered something in her like a fine glass hurled against a wall. She released another shuddering moan as he hung her head, her legs opening with the barest touch of his fingers on her inner thighs. This wasn't supposed to be. Women like her made love or had sex, they didn't... didn't get...

She gasped as she saw him move down between her legs, winding the cords around her hips and against her center through her panties. One of the knots he tied settled against her clit, making her whimper. He then stepped back to admire his handiwork.

Her breasts were thrust up proudly, nipples so hard they could just barely be seen, her blouse pulled tight by the bindings and her arms up behind her head. Her eyes were half-closed and her lips pursed as she tried to just keep breathing, twisting feebly in her bonds almost as an afterthought, only succeeding in making her breasts bounce more and stroking her center with the knot at her clit.

She found that if she got up on the balls of her feet a little she could ease the pressure on her clit, but it tightened the bonds on her wrists and around her breasts uncomfortably. She could let the numerous cords support her but for that little knot, each breath seeming to make it stroke her like a teasing finger.

His warm hand caressed her cheek and she felt herself lean into his touch. She opened her eyes, watching what he did to her body as if in a daze, as if it was happening to some other woman. He easily worked around the bindings that entrapped her, finding each button of her blouse and opening them one by one. She lifted a bit to escape the press of the knot on her clit, her breasts brushing his hands. Her nipples begged for attention, if only she could turn her body a little more...

Her lips were a tight line as she tried desperately to stifle a moan, unable to keep herself from arching to his hands. He gave her a little growl as he saw her will retreat another step under his, and said growl took her legs out from under her. The knot pressed hard to her clit and she gave a soft wordless cry of desperation.

As he worked open the last buttons of her blouse with one hand he touched her chin with the other, stroking her lips with his thumb. Not knowing why she found herself nipping lightly at it, wanting something between her lips to suck. If nothing else it muffled her increasing moans.

He drew closer to her, smiling that damn smile of his as she opened her eyes. The knot rubbing her clit coaxed another moan from her, but he stifled it with the barest touch of his fingertip to her pursed lips. "Shh... quiet in the library. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves. This is between you and me."

Her calves strained as she yet again tried to rise off the knot at her clit and get her wits about her. They weren't entirely alone. Someone could walk by at any moment to watch him slowly moving the material of her blouse aside, maddeningly stroking the tops of her breasts encased only in lace, framed and on display from the support of the cords.

His hands were on her thighs, hiking up her skirt and placing all her black lace on display, seeming not so much to cover her forbidden treasures as to make them more enticing. He leaned in then and softly played his fingers through her hair, and she buried her face in his shoulder. Softly she murmured, trying to tell him no, but it sounded like little more than soft moans to her ears and his.

Desperately she tried to pull away from his touch but his hand stayed where it was, fingers curling in her hair, tightening on her heartstrings. Her clit and her nipples ached, hear heart pounding in her ears deafeningly, and the bastard just kept teasing her. "Ah... please... please just... just let me go or-"

Her lips parted in shock, hoping he hadn't noticed but knowing he had by his predatory grin. "Or what?" Her lips had been ready to say something starting with F. Her breasts heaved with each breath as he stroked his fingertips along the material of her bra, carefully peeling the lace down to bare her breasts to the cool air. "What do you want? What do you need?"

She quivered as his hands moved down to her thighs again. She was fast losing control over her body, and felt as though her mind was soon to follow. it was like her body didn't even belong to her anymore, it belonged to... No, she couldn't, she couldn't... "P-please, don't make me... I just... I can't.. I need.. Ahh!" The last came when her train of thought was derailed by his fingers pulling the thin material of her panties out of the way and letting the damnable knot touch her bare clit.

Her hands pulled hard at her bindings one last time, though truthfully they may have been the only thing keeping her from reaching for him. She shut her eyes tight, turned her face away from his, shaking as she felt him draw close, so close she could feel his breath on her neck. "Say it." She clenched her jaw, afraid to let her lips betray her as the rest of her body had.

Then, when his lips were close enough to brush her ear as he spoke, he carefully picked one of the cords entwined around her and gave it a little tug that pulled the knot harder against her clit. "Say it."

Her lips parted almost imperceptably, she heard a whisper so soft she almost could have believed it wasn't hers. "F... F-fuck me..."

He pulled the knot tighter. "What was that? Speak clearly, love."

She couldn't stop herself, couldn't stop her lips from offering her body to him. They didn't listen to her anymore, didn't belong to her anymore. "Fuck me fuck me fuckmefuckmefuckmepleeease I can't take it anym-mmMM!"

He pressed himself fully against her as his lips claimed hers, and she used what leverage she had to mold herself to his body. She moaned shamelessly into the kiss, eagerly accepting his tongue as it curled 'round hers, arching for him to feel his body brushing her nipples and clit. When his lips moved to her neck and his hands finally cupped her breasts she bit her lip so hard it hurt. His palms were rough on her aching nipples and it hurt so good when he pinched them.

She buried her face in his strong welcoming shoulder, finding herself biting it to try to stifle her moans as he rolled her nipples between his fingertips and pressed his concealed bulge between her legs.

Eyes closed to savor the sensations she leaned against his hand when he caressed her cheek, whimpering as he thumbed a circle around her nipple. "Ordinarily I love a screamer but that could be troublesome here... However, I have a solution." His touch left her cheek and when she opened her eyes she saw held before her a black silk scarf. It was wound up tight with a round knot in the middle. A gag. He meant to gag her.

Each breath she stole brushed her nipples against his body. Her thighs had found their way on either side of his knee and her hips moved of their own volition to press her sex against it. This was it. This was the verge.

If he gagged her she could relax and enjoy it more, but she couldn't tell him to stop either. Once that gag was in place this wouldn't stop until he decided so. But if she stopped now he might never touch her again.

And he just stood there, waiting, smiling. She shuddered and moaned as she realized she would have to choose it. He was going to make her do it to herself. And she knew what she would choose, had to choose, had to have.

All these thoughts went by in a heartbeat as her eyes closed and her mouth opened, moaning as he secured the gag in place. She then let her head loll back as he stroked her nipples and thumbed her clit, testing the gag with a soft purr. Now she couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't escape, couldn't do a thing except let him touch her, kiss her, fuck her... and she'd never felt more free in her life.

She arched her body to his touch, shuddering as he kissed and nibbled down her neck and cupped her breasts in his hands, his rough palms teasing her sensitive peaks as he fondled her. As she watched through half-lidded eyes he kissed his way down between her breasts, smiling up at her as he gave each of her nipples in turn a soft kiss a gentle tug with his lips.

Her eyes closed and her head rested againt her shoulder as she quivered under his lips, his mouth moving back and forth from one breast to the other. As he'd suck gently on one nipple he'd brush the other with his palm, and then give her other nipple a tender lapping from his agile tongue while the first recieved a gentle stroking.

He then pressed close to her, nipping at her neck as he took her nipples between his fingertips and began to pinch. Gently at first, the way she usually did when she touched herself, but he kept increasing the pressure harder and harder. She twisted in her bonds and mewled pleadingly, shaking her head side to side. This only succeeded in getting her nipples tugged harder, hurting a bit but oddly feeling good too.

Whimpering with each breath she squeezed her thighs together, presing herself against the clit knot. She soon found that the more he teased her the better everything felt. The knot nuzzling her clit, the tight cords entangling her body, the way he pinched her nipples so hard, all of it set her senses buzzing.

She moaned softly and leaned heavily against the bookcase as he released her nipples. They stung at first, but the feel of his warm tongue swirling around first one and then the other soon soothed them. Lapping tongue was then replaced with stroking fingertips as he kissed his way down her body, flicking his tongue at her navel as he looked up into her widening eyes.

It still all seemed so surreal. Tied up in the library, spread and bare to his whims, her nipples practically on fire from his touch, and now that fluttering tongue was drawing ever closer to her center. He'd been the first to touch her there in a long time, and the first to kiss here there since longer still.

Her quivering legs threatened to give out but he seemed to know her body better than she did and steadied her with his strong hands on her hips. She felt him lift one of her thighs onto his shoulder and she complied eagerly, hooking her calf across his back as he peppered her inner thighs with butterfly kisses leading to her center.




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His tongue was magic. She let her head loll back with a shameless moan as the tip traced her outer folds, taking his time as though to explore every little contour from the outside in. Only his strong hands on her hips kept her from thrusting her hips to his agile tongue when it circled her clit. To top it all off he used the knot to tease her further, moving it with the tip of his tongue or holding it between her lips to stroke her intimately.

She found herself sighing happily as he tongued her flower, tossing her head dreamily back and forth as he slowly slipped his tongue deep inside her. Her eyelids fluttered as he made her head spin, but her eyes went wide when she looked and saw someone standing at the far end of the aisle. She was far away and facing away from them, probably looking for a book, oblivious to her plight. If she turned this way she'd see them.

Desperately she tried to warn him, but the only sound she could make was pitiful whimpers as he sucked her clit and reached a hand up to cup her breast. Reflexively she pulled at her bonds, but her struggles only seemed to encourage him. Her eyes shut tight as he slipped a finger inside her with his other hand, parting her petals with his tender touch, making her mewl softly.

Just when it seemed the browsing woman would turn and see them the man in black stood, leaning just right against the bookcase to hide her from view. She curled her body against his, trying to make herself small, make herself diappear into him. Maddeningly his fingers stayed between her thighs, slowly stroking up and down her folds.

She looked into his eyes pleadingly, though whether to tell him to stop or keep going she was unsure. She bit down hard on the gag and tucked her head against his chest, quivering and giving muffled whimpers as he curled a finger inside her and teased her clit with his thumb, all the while smiling warmly at her. Slowly he withdrew his finger from her folds, moist with her arousal, and slowly circled her nipple with it. The cool air flowing over her wetted nipple seemed to make it even harder for him.

Her eyes closed as he pinched her other nipple hard, drawing from her a moan that she feared might be heard even through the gag. She felt him shift around her, glad that the browser was gone so he could focus his attention upon her once more. Some tiny voice chided her for not taking the opportunity to try to escape but she didn't care anymore. All she cared about was leaning into each warm touch of his hands on her body as he adjusted her bindings. Soon he'd adjusted her, leaning forward slightly facing the bookshelf.

He slipped his hands under her and cupped her breasts, gently rolling her nipples between his fingertips as his teeth grazed at her neck and made her quiver with his soft growls. His fingers slipped into her hair to turn her head, and when she opened his eyes she saw him holding two small clips. Breathing heavily and trying to focus through a lustful haze she was at first confused by what he showed her. Then he steadied her with a hand at her hip as he playfully nibbled her earlobe, drawing sharp cries of of pain and pleasure as he secured one clip and then the other on her nipples.

She shut her eyes tight and hung her head as she tried to get used to the new sensations. His fingers playing with her hair and stroking the back of her neck soothed her a little as the little clips tugged gently at her stiff points, very lightly but just enough to tease each time she took a breath or shuddered for his touch. Only his hands on her body kept her standing when he whispered by her ear, "And now my dear... I'm going to fuck you."

His words went through her like an electric pulse that throbbed in her nipples and clit. Her body moved at his command, her hips rising to his touch as he hiked her skirt up to bare her tush and slipped her panties aside. Desperately she whimpered as he heard him lower his zipper and felt his thick shaft teasing between her thighs, hot and hard, gliding back and forth along her folds without slipping inside her yet.

She was so full of need she thought she might die without him inside her soon. Unable to vocalize beyond whimpering for him she thrust back at him, trying to wordlessly communicate her burning need, biting down on the gag as the motion made her nipple clips tug gently. Then her body arched and went rigid, moaning into the gag as he slipped his shaft inside her in one swift stroke, filling her with his thickness, letting her feel it throb inside her.

She gripped the bookshelf tightly, eyes closed as her head swam. The nipple clips continued to tug at her breasts and his shaft was almost uncomfortably thick inside her, both making her quiver each time she tried to breathe. Quivering on his shaft was about all she could do as his strong hands gripped her hips, his beginning to move to draw slowly out of her and then firmly back in.

Gripping the bookshelf tightly she pressed her hips back against his, whimpering with each breath. Her eyes fluttered as each thrust made the clips swing back and forth, tugging her nipples this way and that. It felt like it should be hurting but it felt so good. She felt like she was losing her mind and she loved it.

She felt his hot breath on her neck as he leaned over her, smiling behind the gag as she he heard him moan a little for her when she moved her hips with his. His hands explored her freely, one moving between her thighs as the other cupped her breast. She murmured incoherant encouragements as his fingers teased her, stroking her folds and playing with her nipple clips as his shaft slid in and out, in and out. She gave him a long muffled moan as his fingers found her clit and stroked circles around it.

Both of his hands then focused on her breasts, making her mewl helplessly as he nuzzled her neck and slowly twisted the clips this way and that. She couldn't make him stop and she couldn't make him fuck her harder. He would do what he wished with her and the thought of it nearly made her cum right there. Whether or not he could hear her thoughts it seemed he could read her body language, as she happily felt him begin to thrust into her harder, faster, deeper.

He drew another cry of pleasure from her as he nipped her neck, another whimper as he growled by her ear, countless moans each time he thrust his thick throbbing shaft deep inside her. His fingers caressed through her hair and curled within, his other hand reaching to stroke her folds and thumb her clit as he whispered softly in that maddening lustful voice. "It's time, Amy. Time to let it all go. Time to give yourself to me. Cum for me Amy." As he said the last he pressed his thumb to her clit and gave her hair a gentle tug just the way she liked.

Fireworks exploded in her mind as she came hard for him, feeling him going over the edge with her. Like an ocean the waves of pleasure washed over her again and again, her body shaking uncontrollably in his arms. Had she known his name she'd have screamed it as she rode the wave, instead moaning so long and so loud that the gag could barely contain her. She felt like she might ride the wave forever, the world going hazy around her.

In a daze she felt him slowly withdraw his shaft. His strong hands steadied her as he removed her bindings and his soft tongue soothed the wonderful ache that came to her nipples when he removed the clips. Weakly she reached up to curl her arms around his strong shoulders, feeling like she might float away on a breeze if she didn't hold onto him. His lips found hers as his hands moved slowly over her body, closing the buttons of her blouse slowly one at a time, but leaving several undone at the top.

His tongue danced with hers once more before he drew away, caressing her hair as he brushed his lips by her ear. "Until next time." She felt him press something into her hands that she then clasped to her breast, eyes closed and leaning against the bookshelf heavily. When she opened her eyes he was gone.

She felt like she was walking on air as she stepped out of the stacks. She mused that one Amy may have gone in there but a different one had returned. An errant lock of hair fell across her face in a way that seemed to appeal to the man waiting for her to leave so he could lock up, as did the hint of black lace visible in the neckline of her half-open blouse and the display of her ample cleavage. She gave him a smoldering smile as she stepped out into the night, eyeing the little black book in her hands. Her heart fluttered and her smile deepened as she headed home to add a new chapter.



Quiet in the Library



8:48 PM. Just about closing time. In only 12 more minutes, Violet could officially lock up the library and head on home. It was her first night working alone, and she wanted to make sure she did as good a job as possible. Not many 24 year olds got to run a fairly large library all by themselves. "Damn girl, you're going straight to the top of the librarian game." she told herself sarcastically. Of course, it was just for a while, until something better came along. It wasn't that Violet didn't like the library; she'd always been a bit of a bookworm ever since middle school. A librarian, however, wasn't exactly a rewarding career in her mind. Doing this for the next 30 years until she ended up like her shriveled old coworkers was not the way she wanted her life to pan out. 

She was still young and good looking. Violet was especially proud of her ass, which had a way of turning men's heads when she walked down the street. Of course, that wasn't her only asset. She also had some nice D-cups, which, paired with her straight, dark brown hair and pretty face, made for a fantastic picture. Her friends frequently told her she was way too hot to spend so much time in the library. But to Violet, there had always been something relaxing and inviting about being surrounded by books. She didn't mind her job at all. But right now, it was almost closing time, and she was getting ready to go home and take a hot bath.

8:52 PM. Out of nowhere, it began to rain. Not a light drizzle, not a soft relaxing rain, a violent shower, complete with thunder and lightning. Violet swore quietly to herself, since her car was all the way across the parking lot and she had neglected to bring an umbrella. She briefly debated waiting out the storm, but decided against it. Closing time was 9 PM, and that was when she would leave. Just as she sat down behind the counter again, the door opened and a man half walked, half ran in. He was of medium height, rather small and wiry. Not exactly a Hercules type. He ran his hand across his stubbly beard before he spoke.

"Hey, you guys close soon?" he asked, almost apologetically.

"About 5 minutes." responded Violet.

"Damn, it's raining cats and dogs out there. Should I go find somewhere else to wait it out?"

Violet hesitated. "Well... I guess you can stay until it clears up. There's nobody else here, though, like I said, we're officially closed already."

The man grinned. "Thanks a lot, love. I appreciate it."

His grin was infectious, and Violet found herself smiling right back.

"Do you want any books, DVDs, or anything?"

The man was still grinning.

"Nah, that's okay love. I know exactly what I want."

With that, he hopped over the counter, facing Violet, who was still sitting down.

"Um, you're not supposed to be back here, this is for employee..."

"Do us a favor, love, and shut up. What, are you gonna make me leave?"

Violet was shocked, and, understandably, a little afraid. The man took a step towards her, still grinning. The smile was no longer infectious. It looked downright sinister. Violet's hand slipped under the desk.

"I'm warning you sir, if you don't leave now, I'm pushing the alarm and the police will..."

The man's smile widened, and he shook his head.

"Come on, love, you really expect me to believe that you wouldn't have pushed that button already? There's no alarm here, this ain't no fuckin bank."

He stepped forward again, standing right in front of Violet now. Without warning, his right hand shot out and grabbed a nice handful of Violet's hair, as he yanked her to her feet.

"No, please sir, what are you doing, let go..."

The man backhanded Violet hard across the face with his left. The girl yelped sharply in pain and struggled in the man's grip, which was far stronger than his lean appearance gave him credit for.

"Shut the fuck up, girl. Don't say a damn word, get on your knees and open your mouth."

"No sir, please don't make me do that..."

He roughly shoved Violet down on her knees, while his other hand unzipped his pants.

"Now, I'm gonna slip this into your pretty little mouth. You're gonna suck on it until I'm done, and then you'll swallow what I give you to swallow. If you try to bite or fight, or try anything, I swear I'm going to make you sorry."

Violet barely had time to get out a "Please sir..." before he roughly shoved his dick into her mouth. Violet's dark brown eyes widened as the stranger started to fuck her mouth. She had never given anyone head, now this guy wasn't giving her much of a choice. His dick made her gag every time he thrust forward. Violet was on all fours now. The man's hand in her hair was painfully forcing her head up. Now he was grunting as well as he got closer and closer. Violet's mind was racing. It was hard to breathe through the cock in the back of her throat. She was gagging painfully as her assailant kept her face buried in his crotch. Suddenly, she glanced to the side and spotted a thumbtack on the ground, a rather big and sturdy looking one. 

She squealed through the dick in her mouth as the man jerked her head back up to look at him, and fucked her mouth a little faster. It was starting to hurt now, and Violet's moans were getting more frequent and desperate. Crying by now, she reached out as fast as she could towards the thumbtack and stabbed it into the hand holding her hair. The man yelped and immediately let go. Violet pulled away and turned to run, but with no luck. The man reached out and grabbed her ass, cursing all the while. He threw her back down, this time flat on her stomach, and got on top, pinning her down. His hands unzipped her skirt in the back and ripped it down off her hips. Violet was struggling hard the whole time, but two quick punches two the ribs took the fight out of her. One of his hands was on her face, pressing it into the floor. His grip was as strong as iron. There was no escape from this position.

"Didn't I tell you not to try anything, you stupid little bitch? Didn't I fuckin tell you? I told you I'd hurt you, now take this!"

Violet's eyes grew huge as he shoved his dick, still wet with her saliva, into her tight little asshole. She had never had anything put up her ass, and the pain was excruciating. She squealed loudly, and tried to struggle as he fucked her raw in the ass.

"Shut the fuck up, ain't no one gonna hear you."

"Oh god, please let me go, please. Ow! Oooowwww! Stop, please! Ouch that hurts, owww!"

Violet's asshole was burning. This was the worst pain she'd ever been in, as she struggled helplessly and begged him to stop, neither of which he took the slightest notice of. He pumped harder as he began to climax. His hips bucked as he reached orgasm. Violet stopped struggling and moaned loudly as hot cum filled her ass.

"Oh god oh god oh god..." she whimpered as he pulled his dick out of her ass.

"Now you lie right there and count to 100, nice and slow, before you even think about getting up. If you don't, I'll know and trust me, bitch, you ain't seen nothing yet."

"Owww. Yes sir..."

The man ran out of the library, leaving Violet behind, still face down on the floor. She was panting hard, and whimpered as she began to count.

"One...Two...Three..."

As soon as she reached 100, Violet shakily stood up, and gasped as fire shot through her ass. Cum dripped down the back of her leg as she whimpered in pain. Gingerly, she pulled her panties back up, put her skirt on, and walked, or rather, limped out of the library. The rain had stopped, and she got into her car. Violet took a deep breath and tried to calm her shaking hands. She hesitated for a second. It was wrong, she told herself. It was definitely wrong. "Fuck it, who cares?" she said in a whisper. Violet's right hand reached underneath her skirt.

The End.



Quiet in the Library



From time to time he returned to it. He was always somehow comforted by its steadfast austerity. In the fifteen years since graduation the world as a whole had gotten faster. The outside had changed. But here, inside, things were mostly the same. Sure, the old card catalogs were gone, replaced by the sleek kiosks of the electronic information system. And a few years back there had been some minor furniture changes. But for the most part, it was the same and he depended on its sameness.

In his day there had been three librarians at the circulation desk and so there still were; an additional librarian, it seemed, had been stationed at an information desk. This was new; he'd been there just the month behind and the information desk wasn't there. He tried to remember what it had replaced. A seating area? Potted ferns? No matter; in a library, except for the books, one thing was the same as another. He scanned the circulation area again. One of the librarians who had been a middle-aged woman when he was a freshman was still there. She was no doubt ready for retirement, though she showed just as much calm pleasure in her job as she had when she was helping him and his classmates use the card catalog. Her hair was white now, but she was essentially the same. The other two librarians at the desk had appeared the way new librarians do, quietly and seamlessly absorbed into their new post. The fourth, though, was a mystery. Only the desk showed itself.

Out of habit he went to the periodicals, where the newspaper sat unmolested on its shelf, passed over by the students for sports journals and fashion rags. He wondered idly when the last newspaper would be printed; even he, not an old man but certainly more dedicated in many ways to tradition, caught his news on TV or from the internet. He picked up the paper and shook it out, then spread it carefully on the table in front of him. He's gotten as far as the front page fold when he saw her.

She looked out of place in the library the way a peacock looks out of place on a farm, though she was very clearly a librarian. But she was younger than the others, considerably younger, perhaps late twenties or very early thirties. She was smartly dressed, wearing a skirt, which delighted him (good-looking women always seemed to wear pants to work these days, which was a shame) and a cardigan with minimal jewelry. Her shoes were not a librarian's shoes -- no fashionable shoes could be considered such. They were sleek Mary Jane pumps, with a heel just high enough to give her calves that lovely stretch he looked for, and modest enough.

But her hair was a sonnet to sin. In the natural sunlight of the first floor it blazed, making her the focal point. It was a cascade of curls, the kind that can't be brushed out, burnished copper, and fell nearly to her waist. She had it tied back, of course, but he imagined it loose and just that brief flash in his mind had him hard as a schoolboy.

From his vantage point he could keep an eye on her while he pretended to read the paper. He felt a bit like a stalker -- truthfully, he always felt a bit creepy being back at school, although the amount of begging the alumni association did for his hard-earned cash gave him the right, he felt, to visit as often as he wished. Still, he hoped she wouldn't notice him, not today.

He breathed deeply, his erection subsiding a bit after she strode out of sight. He couldn't get her out of his head. His pulse quickened and he thought madly about when he could get back there to see her again. He didn't want the library to close. He didn't want to leave his table. She strode back into sight and he was transfixed, his cock aching in his khakis. He watched her smile graciously when the young man she had helped carry a tower of books bowed his head respectfully to her, thanking her in his heavily accented voice. Her smile was all dimples and a flash of very white teeth. His eyes followed her movement back and forth to the circ desk and over to the reserve room and back again, her calves flexing and hips swaying as she walked and just the slightest jiggle as her ample breasts bounced beneath her clothes.

He had an insane urge to grab her, to take her to some secluded place in the stacks and just bury his face in those tits. He hardened unbearably as he imagined them -- pale, translucent globes with small, pale pink nipples. Small nipples, small areolas, and perhaps just the lightest sprinkling of freckles across her chest.

Christ, he had to stop. He was pleasantly horny, maybe more than he had been when he'd watched girls from a distance there as a young and inexperienced boy, but he couldn't enjoy it with all the bored nineteen-year-olds milling about. He daydreamed that it was closing time, that she locked the doors and they were alone. She dimmed the lights and did a slow striptease for him in the periodicals. He envisioned her shaking out that scandalous hair, then slowly unbuttoning her sweater to reveal those sumptuous breasts clad in a lacy bra. She slid the straps down her shoulders, first one, then the other, and then reached behind her back to release the bra. Her gorgeous tits swung free, and she reached up to caress them and pinch her nipples while she looked into his eyes...

The fire alarm broke his reverie. For a moment he was too confused to do anything, until he saw students grabbing their laptops and backpacks and watched the librarians mobilize, efficiently herding the wandering students out the various exits. He shuffled along himself and made a point to go through her assigned door, hoping he could get a closer look at her outside.

His hope was realized and he openly ogled her on the lawn. She wasn't paying any attention to him, clearly concerned with the fire alarm and her own protocol. From just a few feet away he drank in her porcelain complexion, her startlingly clear eyes, the spattering of gold dust across the bridge of her nose. She was tall, especially with the extra inches the shoes gave her, and while no one could rightly call her a slender girl, she was soft, well-padded in all the appropriate places, rather than heavy. Her ass was positively squeezable in the navy pencil skirt, and for a delirious moment he thought of walking behind her and copping a feel of that glorious backside, though he came very quickly to his senses.

After nearly half an hour of firemen proceeding in and out of the building without clear reports of when they'd be allowed back in, though, he could no longer justify waiting around. He was surrounded by restless students and she had moved off to stand with her colleagues. Feeling slightly guilty about the newspaper he'd left on the table, he headed off to make something more productive of his Tuesday.

She appeared in his dreams that night. Soft and willing, she floated into his bed and spread herself out for him like a feast. Her fiery hair spilled across the pillow, and when she parted her legs for him the soft curls were the same astonishing hue. In his dream he merely touched her, running his fingertips over every inch of her like he was gentling a horse, listening to her soft sighs of pleasure.

In the shower the next morning he came violently, rope after rope of cum splattering against the tiles as he recalled the dream, the feel of her skin under his hands, her gentle curves. He recalled her hands around his cock as he touched her mouth, sliding his fingers down her jaw and straight down her body to the gingery wisps of hair concealing her plump pussy, slipping his fingers between them but not inside her. He remembered her impossible moist heat, her fingers curled insistently around his thick shaft. His dick hurt from so much abuse and he didn't care. He chuckled to himself as he dressed for work. It was like being a teenager again, this unrelenting lust.

He returned the following week to watch her again. This time he sat closer and heard her voice several times while tapping away at the keys on his laptop. He filed it away for future use. She had pants on this time, which was slightly disappointing, but her top was bordering on low-cut and when she leaned over her desk he caught a flash of her creamy tit, her lacy peach bra. He was immediately and painfully aroused.

Later that night he stroked his cock slowly, luxuriating in the memory of her slightly husky voice. His mind had her telling him how badly she needed fucking, how hot and wet her pussy was. In his dreams he cast her as he wished -- on her back, on her knees, on all fours. Astride him, her lips parted, her eyes needy, and that glorious jumble of copper curls tossing back as she came, moaning his name. He wrestled with his cock repeatedly in a delirium of sleeplessness, his sweaty t-shirt crusted with his own spunk when he finally tossed it into the hamper and collapsed into sleep.

He admitted to himself that he was obsessed but was certain he'd relieved himself sufficiently to sleep soundly without thinking of her. But he dreamed again, and this time he was buried face first in her sweet cunt, her knees bent and her toes on his shoulders. She thrashed and moaned as he pleasured her for what seemed like hours with his lips and tongue and fingers. It was so real that when he woke he passed his hands under his nose so he could be sure. He swore he could still taste her, even though he knew it had all been a dream.

Weeks passed before he got the nerve to approach her at the information desk, and it was a patent disaster. The student she'd been working with returned in the middle of his phony request and one of the other librarians jumped in to help. He'd slunk out of there like a criminal with some stupid photography book and a healthy dose of frustration. He was rubbing his cock raw on a daily basis thinking about her, and they'd never even had a conversation. It was insanity.

So it was an incredible surprise when he saw her at his favorite coffee shop. She was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt and glasses and her hair was pulled into a sloppy bun, but it was definitely her. He watched her, tucked into one of the overstuffed chairs. Her feet were tucked up under her and she was drawing, it looked like, and taking occasional sips of her coffee. There was an empty chair across from her and fate was kind to him. He settled in with his steaming mug and she looked up at him and smiled, a genuine smile.

He introduced himself and asked if she was drawing and she slid the book away, looking slightly embarrassed, and told him he looked familiar -- was he a professor at the university? He had to admit that he was an alumnus who went there for the peace and quiet, and she nodded seriously. "Academic libraries are the last bastion of silence," she agreed. "It's one of the things I love best about the job. I mean, we talk to people, but we guard that quiet very fiercely." She smiled again, another flash of dimples and pearly teeth.

They chatted idly for a bit, clicking nicely and without the rushed nervousness he often felt when talking to women he liked. She was warm and easy to talk to and he already couldn't take his eyes off her, even in her frumpy weekend clothes that hid her breathtaking body. He got up the nerve to ask her to dinner and to his delight she accepted.

That night in his dreams they were alone in the coffee shop at night. He gently took the glasses from her face, untied her hair and stripped her clothes off until she stood in front of him, her pale skin aglow like the moon. He turned her around and buried his face in her silken curls, breathing in her scent, his cock hard and nudging against her ass as his hands roamed the peaks of her tits, feeling the pale pink nipples harden under his touch. She moaned his name and he bent her over the back of the overstuffed chair, his cock sliding easily into her velvet cunt. He stroked in and out of her exquisite clutch, willing himself not to cum too quickly as he squeezed the ample creaminess of her hips and delved into her again and again. Because it was his dream he made her cum three times before he finally spurted what felt like his entire life force into her.

When he woke his boxer shorts were soggy and he laughed. A wet dream, just like a kid. It was getting worse. But Christ, it was worth it. The vivid dreams of fucking this goddess were well worth some sticky shorts. He willed himself to fall back to sleep so he could enjoy her more, but he couldn't. So he counted the hours till Saturday night and got ready for work.

Saturday night was as easy and enjoyable as the coffee shop had been. She was dressed beautifully in a green dress that showcased all she had to offer and some naughty-looking strappy heeled sandals. They enjoyed their dinner and then took a stroll to the park, which was just a block away from their restaurant. He kissed her just as soon as her eyes asked for it, and she was luscious to kiss, better than his dreams. Her lips were soft and her mouth was eager and she pressed into him, her soft breasts grazing against his chest. He dared to cup her ass and she melted against him, her pelvis tucking into his. He wasn't even embarrassed for her to feel how hard he was. He wanted her to feel it, to need him and maybe even ask. It was too much to hope she'd beg like she had in his dreams. But he hoped she'd ask.

And then, impossibly, she was whispering in his ear that she'd always had a fantasy about being fucked in the library. Asking him if he would go, she had a key and they could go there. He nodded mutely and she giggled and took off the ridiculous shoes and they cut through the park to the brick building, which looked even more somber in the darkness. They slipped inside like thieves, and she led him wordlessly into the bowels of the stacks.

With the darkness obscuring his sight his other senses were heightened. He could hear her breathing, the soft swish of her dress around her thighs, the soft padding of her bare feet across the carpeted floor. He smelled the aged leather, that unmistakable smell of old books, and the faintest waft of her perfumed scent. When they finally stopped he realized where they were. There was a set of study carrels in the back, by a bay of windows, on the other side of the shelf where she'd paused. A very faint light allowed him to see her face, mostly obscured by the shadows, as well as her movements as she removed the dress and let it puddle onto the floor.

"I want to see you," he blurted, his voice unnaturally loud.

She shushed him and pressed her lips to his, taking another hungry kiss. "Quiet in the library," she breathed against his ear, nuzzling his neck, her tongue darting out to make electric contact with his skin. His head buzzed and his cock thickened and he had goosebumps. She fumbled for her phone and turned the flashlight on, and that combined with the light streaming through the windows was enough to really see her.

She stood in front of him as he had envisioned her so many times in his dreams, slowly pulling off her bra. Her tits swung free and he was pleasantly surprised that they looked much as he'd pictured them, except for very rosy nipples. The little tips looked like candy in the light and he was almost sorry when her hair obscured them as she bent to slide her panties down her hips. But the glorious sight of her, completely nude, was enough to take his breath away. His hand strayed unconsciously to his crotch, and she laughed softly and whispered, "Allow me." He had to grip the shelf next to him to keep his legs from buckling as she sank to her knees in front of him and began unbuckling his pants.

His cock sprang free before she had him all the way unfastened, and his breath caught as she reached for him. Her smooth, cool fingers wrapped around his aching prick and he groaned quietly as her tongue flicked across the head, stealing the drop of pre-cum that had leaked from him. She cut her eyes up at him and he was both shocked and grateful for the lust he saw there as she took him slowly into her mouth, inch by inch, savoring him and doing magical things with her tongue. He gripped the shelf more tightly as she sucked him in earnest, licking and sucking and all the while jacking him steadily in her fist. It was almost too much. He watched his cock disappear again and again into her pretty mouth, her swollen lips devouring him, completely engrossed in pleasuring him, and clearly in herself as well because she was moaning softly around his shaft as she worked him. He desperately wanted to finish in her mouth, but there was so much else he wanted to do with her and he tried never to be a selfish lover. So with great reluctance he pulled his cock out of her willing mouth and led her off her feet and to the study carrels. He sat her on one of the chairs and nudged her thighs open.

She was perfect, her pussy pink and plump and open to him like a flower. She had shaved everything except for a tiny muff of silky red curls on her mound and he reveled in the sight of her moist cunt. Her thighs quivered as she spread them open, and she jumped when he touched his fingertip to the prominent bud of her clit, which was pouting out from its hood and quite engorged. He savored the scent of her, musky and slightly tart, before he began lapping her with broad strokes of his tongue. And once he'd tasted her, he couldn't help burying his face in her wetness, painting his cheeks with her juices before he settled into licking her with delicacy, feeling her respond when he plunged his tongue into her slick hole and then replaced it with his finger while he busied himself suckling her clit. She was shaking and he slid a second finger into her wet channel, seeking her g-spot with both fingertips, and then he hit the right place and she cried out, twining her hands in his hair and nearly mashing his face into her pussy as she came violently, moaning his name over and over as the aftershocks of her climax took her.

His head was resting on one of her thighs as she stroked his head and steadied her breathing, but she hadn't forgotten his needs. In a moment she slipped to the floor and pushed him gently onto his back, straddling him and leaning over to kiss him. Her wet cunt soaked his stomach and his cock nudged insistently against her ass. He shifted under her and she rose on all fours, teasing him now, her warmth exciting him but her flesh just out of reach. She sucked his bottom lip between her teeth and nipped before nibbling again down his neck, and then she tucked her hips so that his cock was lodged in the slippery entrance of her cunt.

And then she took him slowly, sliding herself down his painfully erect cock, milking him as she enveloped him. He looked up at her and she had that same blissful smile as in his dreams. She was enjoying every inch of him, sighing happily and swiveling her hips as she rode him. Christ, but she was gorgeous. He played with her tits a bit, enjoying the weight of them in his hands, pinching her delectable candy nipples. She arched her back and he ran his hands down her soft stomach, slipped his thumb between himself and her copper-covered mound. Her eyes widened as he found her clit and slowly rubbed.

Her eyes never left his as he brought her easily to climax. She was panting and gripping him as he rubbed the hard little nub and he watched the flush spread across her chest, her creamy thighs quivering. He knew she was close and he was just as close. He hoped he could bring her off before he lost control.

She was making little cooing cries in her throat and gasping his name. He thrust into her harder and kept a steady rhythm with his thumb and she broke first, shuddering and crying out but never looking away. He watched her face as she came for him and he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. He had given this goddess ecstasy and he swelled with pride even as his own orgasm raced ahead, bubbling up from his balls and jetting out of him into her warmth. He gasped and held her fast, thrusting into her, an agonizing and delicious release.




Quiet in the Library



He fell into exhausted sleep that night, no fantasy to claim his dreams. He could smell her and taste her and feel her still, and he knew this time it was all real. He awoke the next day with a proud erection and a smile on his face. They'd made plans to see each other again on Monday, and he was as excited for her company as he was to revel in her body again. Sunday crawled by at a maddening pace.

On Monday he met her at her house and to his surprise she had cooked for him. He followed his nose (and his half-staff cock) into her tidy little apartment that smelled of her and some delicious sauce. She was barefoot again, wearing jeans that hugged her curves and a top with a loose neckline that kept sliding down off one creamy shoulder. He couldn't help nibbling on that shoulder as he slid behind her, wrapping her up in a tight embrace as she was at the stove. She sighed and pressed back against his thickening cock with her ample ass, wiggling against him slowly while he hardened. He slipped his hand into the neckline of her shirt and was rewarded with a handful of soft tit in a barely-there bra, the candied nipple poking through the thin fabric, begging to be touched. He flicked his thumb across it and heard her gasp. He wanted to clear the table of her beautiful and well-orchestrated efforts and just fuck her right there, but decency dictated otherwise. He reluctantly slid his hand out of her shirt and kissed her softly and allowed her to pour him a glass of wine and feed him a delicious meal.

The conversation was as good as ever. She was intelligent and lively and funny and he truly enjoyed her company, although his reptilian brain was running a continuous loop of pornography, starring her, in the recesses of his mind. He made her laugh and she laughed like she came, with her whole body, tossing her hair.

And he wasn't the only one with sex on the brain. She screamed sex in her every move. She was naturally seductive and even more so for him. Dozens of times over dinner he met her hungry gaze and the message was clear. They still had food on their plates and wine in their glasses when he got up and pulled her to her feet and kissed her, and the way she wrapped around him he knew she wanted exactly what he wanted. She led him to the bedroom, stripping the loose shirt away, tossing aside the skimpy bra, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them off her hips. He hastily shed his own clothing and was naked with his rock-hard cock bobbing in front of him when they tumbled onto her bed. She was still wearing the panties and he peeled them off her, kissing her hips and her belly and nuzzling the russet muff as he slid them down her thighs. He was close enough to her cunt to kiss it and he couldn't resist, inhaling the scent of her as he planted soft kisses on her smooth lips. She sighed and curled her fingers into his hair and he took that as an invitation, sliding his tongue between the delicate inner lips and tasting her nectar before he began licking her in earnest. He loved hearing her moan and whisper encouragements to him as he ate her. She knew her body and knew what felt good and wasn't afraid to tell him, which made her even hotter.

Soon enough her thighs were trembling and her breath was ragged and his mouth and fingers were slippery from her juices. She was panting, "Please, oh, please!" and his tongue flicked furiously against her clit. Finally he sucked it into his mouth and slid a finger deep into her pussy and another just through the tight rosebud of her ass and she convulsed under him, bucking her hips and crying out. Before the aftershocks subsided he had flipped her over and drove into her, luxuriating in the feel of her weakly spasming around his cock. He clutched her hips and she moved with him, still breathless but meeting every stroke enthusiastically, her ass high and her arms stretched out in front of her, gripping the sheets as he buried himself deep inside her. Within moments she was moaning low in her throat and he picked up the pace, willing himself not to cum until she had climaxed again. He didn't have to wait long. She was clawing at the sheets and whimpering before he knew it, and he felt her clamp down on him again. He managed to pull out of her to spill on her ass, which was something he hoped she wouldn't mind as he loved to see his spunk dripping down a gorgeous backside. It was raw and dirty and so few of the women he had been with ever really liked it.

But he should have known she would enjoy it. She sighed happily and sank down onto the bed as he rubbed his cooling cum into her skin, eventually peeling a pillowcase off and handing it to him so he could clean himself up. His mind reeled as he cuddled her afterwards, her soft flesh in his hands and his weary cock nestled between her ass cheeks. He silently prayed to whatever gods or forces of the universe had allowed this to happen that they give him just one more week of this and he could die a happy man.

The rest of the week was busy for both of them but they planned to meet again on Friday. She was closing up the library and he was meant to pick her up there. He'd sent her flowers, and when he passed her desk he was pleased to see them there. She'd taken the trouble to bring them to work where she could enjoy them all day, and he was strangely satisfied, as if he'd claimed her in some way.

There was only one librarian there with her and she didn't seem to mind the woman seeing her throw her arms around him. She explained that she had to check the back and he followed her into the stacks, where she promptly drew him against her for a kiss and whispered, "Every time I'm back here I think of fucking you." He was pretty sure the other librarian could catch them at any time but he allowed her to unzip him and take his cock out. He was somehow harder at the thought of being caught, though being caught by an elderly librarian did little for his erection. He groaned when she squeezed him and she giggled and whispered, "Quiet in the library!" Her mouth was still curved in a smile but her eyes were hot and horny as she stroked him efficiently until he was afraid he would spill in her hand. He gripped the shelf and tried to grab her wrist but she sank to her knees in front of him, and the look of anticipatory bliss on her face when she took him into her mouth sent him over the edge. He stifled a moan as she drank him down, neatly licking him clean, zipping him back up, and rising again just as the other woman called to her nervously.

"Just cleaning up a mess back here, Betty," she called back. "Someone put something where it didn't belong." She flashed a naughty look at him and kissed him. He could taste himself on her lips and if his cock had cooperated he would have flipped her skirt up and fucked her right there, co-worker be damned. She was so sexy, so uninhibited, so hot. It was unimaginable and yet very real.

This time they went to a movie and sat in the back row like teenagers. He had his hand up her skirt before the previews were over and stroked her to the edge of orgasm several times. Her top was unbuttoned and her tits were out and she had one foot up on the seat in front of her to allow him easy access to her wet cunt. She had taken his cock out and she stroked his firm length and gently squeezed his balls as he fingered her. She was incredibly slick and hot and willing. It was glorious. When everyone left they arranged their clothing just enough for decency and ran to his car, where they hopped in the cramped backseat and he unceremoniously shoved into her before fucking her slowly, almost unbearably slowly, just loving the feel of her wetness and savoring her eager kisses. They rocked the car for well over an hour, getting close and then stopping and then getting close again, his shirt sticking to his back and her hair sticking to her forehead and neither of them any longer heedful of being out in public, all for the crazed delirium of fucking each other's brains out, before they finally came together in an exhausted sweaty heap.

When he took her home he didn't want to say good night and neither did she, so he agreed to sleep over and leave early. As he nuzzled into her soft curls he realized he was falling in love with her and it didn't even scare him. He wanted to be with her all the time. His sexual obsession was still as strong, but there was a tenderness to it as well. She was strangely vulnerable in her slumber, and he wrapped his arm protectively around her as they slept.

In the morning she kissed him hungrily before he left, her soft tits beckoning him from the sheets. He knew if he allowed himself to touch her he would never stop in time for work, so he mustered every bit of strength and pulled out of her silken embrace. With great reluctance he said goodbye and promised to call her later.

When they finally talked about being exclusive, it was surprisingly low-key. They mused over it while feeding each other ice cream in bed and decided they made sense together. She was happy and he was happy and the ice cream got all over them both and they had great fun laughing and licking it off one another. As her lips closed around his ice cream-covered nipple he wondered how on earth he had gotten so lucky. He literally could not get enough of her and she was equally insatiable. That night she gave him an epic blow job, starting with his balls, drawing each gently into her mouth while she stroked him slowly and firmly with her long fingers, then licking his shaft like a kitten before deep-throating him until he shot like a geyser.

They settled into couplehood and he worried if it would kill their sex life. He'd had relationships that had started out hot (admittedly, not this hot) and fizzled very quickly. But her enthusiasm and clear enjoyment of him made it easy to keep the fires burning. They made love and they fucked like beasts and every bit of it made him cum so violently his teeth ached.

Often he visited her at the library and they snuck off into the stacks like horny kids, their hands in each other's clothing. More than once he made her cum with his fingers while the students milled about, just on the other side of the shelf, his hand covering her mouth and whispering in her ear, "Shhh...baby...quiet in the library!" Once she came so hard that in an attempt not to scream she bit his hand, and he wore that scar proudly, two little teeth marks in the fleshy part between his thumb and forefinger that reminded him that this woman, his woman, was sex-crazed perfection.

She was far from perfect in little ways. She left her hair all over the bathroom and drinks half-finished all over the house and had a habit of being late when it really mattered not to be late. But in all the big ways she was everything he'd ever wanted, and when she flashed that smile of hers or looked up at him with those clear, naughty eyes he was powerless to resist her. Sometimes he watched her walking and was reminded of how attracted he was to her. He watched other men watching her and was proud instead of jealous, because he knew she was his. He would get to take her home and bury his cock in her and they would go home to lesser women who were half as beautiful and half as smart and nowhere near as uninhibited.

And as couples do they experimented. Things he'd never seriously considered before he found himself wanting to do with her. He tied her up, which she loved, and she tied him up, which made him nervous at first until she lowered her cunt on his face and then he was lost in the smell and taste of her and willingly did her bidding for the rest of the afternoon. At her insistence he dripped hot wax on her one night, loving how she arched and moaned as he painted her alabaster skin with drizzles of paraffin, a blindfold around her eyes and her pussy blooming open for him, needy and wet. They fucked outdoors and again in the car and in a dressing room at the mall which almost got them caught, and of course they fucked in the library. They both loved the library.

One night she handed him a bottle of lube and asked him to take her virginity and he spent a glorious evening with his cock buried in her ass. She loved it, and he filled her with his spunk three times before calling it a night. He'd done it before and was surprised (but pleased) that she hadn't. His other partners had offered it up like a big sacrifice, like something they'd read in a magazine that had to be done to please a man. But she took his length in her ass as eagerly as she took it anywhere else, and though he was slow and careful with her the first time, by the third time he was growling and plowing into her like a cave man while she rubbed herself off underneath him. Feeling her climax with his cock in her ass was one of his life's sexual highlights. He really didn't think it could get better than that.

And then it did. He shyly confessed to her one night that he'd always wanted a woman to fuck him in the ass, and two weeks later she surprised him by whispering in his ear that he was going to get fucked by a woman and it was going to blow his mind. They showered together and she soaped his ass, dropping to her knees and sliding a slick finger into him. She tapped against his prostate while his dick knocked against her face, and he secretly hoped she'd be rough with him. He had never given control to a woman before, not like this, but he trusted her and she clearly wanted to give him an exceptional experience.

In his bed she laid him on his stomach and kissed her way down his back, her erect candied nipples scratching against his skin while she nipped and licked and kissed him. She spread his ass cheeks and he nearly fainted when he felt that dainty wet tongue on his hole, licking for what seemed like an eternity as his cock grew so hard he thought it might poke through the mattress. She left him writhing on the mattress while she went to get the harness on. When she returned his brain went into overload.

She was a pornographic vision. No longer his sexy librarian lover, she was something out of a movie. The dildo made her look powerful, even though it was much smaller and thinner than his own cock. The black straps of the harness gave her a hard look that was far from her usual romantic dress. She was one for lacy lingerie, wispy scraps, delicate things, and the harness was downright masculine. But above the complicated straps and the slick purple rubber cock was her sweet face and hungry eyes and those scrumptious, womanly tits.

She asked if he was sure and he nodded, terrified of the purple intruder but powerfully aroused at the thought of her taking him as he so often took her. On his hands and knees he had second thoughts, but then she was inside him and his hair stood on end with the sensation. She had one hand wrapped around his cock and with the other hand she grabbed his hips and worked herself in and out of him. It was exquisite. He was dizzy with pleasure, overloaded with sensations. It was too much and not enough all at the same time. He wanted to cum that way but he wanted to be inside her, too.

She smacked his ass and he bucked against her, working the dildo along with her. It was bumping against his prostate and his cock was drooling on the sheets, but he needed to be inside her, so he asked her and she said yes and removed the harness. He was barely in her wet cunt when he choked and shivered against her, his mind going blank as she whispered how good it had felt to fuck his ass, to be inside him, to take control of him. He felt oddly vulnerable but he had fulfilled a fantasy with her, and that was incredibly hot. He loved her for being a girl who would do that for him, but for some reason he held back and didn't tell her.

And then the inevitable fight happened. He'd been stressed with work, she'd been working late hours for exam week, and they were testy and sleep-deprived. She left hair in the sink and he was a condescending prick about it and yelled and made her cry. She left his place wounded and he felt like shit but stubbornly resisted calling her.

He knew he was being an asshole but made it through one exhausted night and half a work day before his brain took over and brought her back to him. He dreamed of her the way he had before he'd even met her, when she was an unknowable red-haired goddess in the library of his alma mater and he was just another patron in a button-down shirt, easily mistaken for a lecturer.

In his dreams he went to her and kissed her tears, tasting the proof of her sadness and strangely aroused even by that, as if her vulnerability was inherently erotic. She was aloof and made him work for it, and he paid his penance, kissing every inch of her ivory skin, but he could not make her climax. He tried everything. She was passive beneath him and he took minimal gratification from his body's horny betrayal when he spilled inside her. For the first time, he felt he'd let her down as a lover. It was a horrible feeling.

He took it as a sign that he needed to apologize, and the next day he sent an obscene number of flowers which he hoped would make her smile and not curse his name. The card said: I'm sorry. I'm an asshole. Come back to me. She called him on her lunch break and asked what he would do for her if he did something really shitty, and he fell in love with her all over again.

That night he told her that he loved her. The words blurted out of his mouth before he realized he was even saying it and she smiled and kissed him and told him she loved him, too. When she led him back to the bedroom for what he hoped would be make-up sex she stripped off her pencil skirt and blouse and she was wearing a cheeky garter belt with stockings and a push-up bra. He silently thanked the gods again as he dropped to his knees in front of her, holding her close to him for a moment before he made love to her with his mouth, licking her to a quick climax before he put her on all fours and slammed into her with great satisfaction, loving that she had worn something so fun when she received his apology. They devoured each other for hours, until the beautiful lingerie was forgotten on the floor and her beautiful curls were knotted at the back of her head and both their mouths were swollen from orally pleasuring one another. His cock was sore but he thought he still had more in him. At one point he was inside of her and he dozed off. They made a pact to continue the next morning.

She woke him while it was still dark and climbed on top of him, lying so her face was buried in his neck and his cock was buried in her cunt. They moved against each other slowly until she got impatient and really started riding him, bending back to grab his calves while she worked himself on his hard cock. She was beautifully disheveled, lost in her pleasure yet totally connected to him. He thought, not for the first time, that he could never tire of fucking her. When he knew she was getting close he rolled her over and pushed her knees up to her chest and fucked her with quick, deep thrusts until she clawed at his ass so hard she broke the skin and sounded like she was sobbing when she came. He told her he loved her over and over again as he spent into her. Afterwards they apologized to each other again for the fight and went their separate ways to work.

He realized it would never get better than that. It would never get better than loving her, needing her, missing her, even hating her. It would never get better than waking up to her or falling asleep with her, than his happiness at seeing her at the end of the day, than the little ways she still managed to surprise him sometimes, just when he thought he really knew her. No woman would ever beckon to him in his very dreams, like a siren, the way she had - nor would he want them to.

He knew what he would do, and where. It made perfect sense. She was his dream woman and he wouldn't waste more time. It was the thing he'd tried to avoid his entire adult life, the thing which made him break out in a cold sweat when other women had suggested it. And now, with her, it was different. He imagined a life with her on their own terms. A life defined entirely by them, a covenant of two.




Quiet in the Library



When he did it he waited until she would be alone in the back. He knew her schedule well enough to know she would be helping shelved books in the morning, and he raced in breathlessly, planning to bring her to the back if she wasn't already there. He found her with a book truck near the carrels, the light on her blazing crown, her tits ensconced beautifully in a soft lace top, humming to herself as she worked. Her eyes lit up when she saw him and she flung her arms around him. He held her tightly for a moment, savoring the feel of her against him, and knew he would always remember this moment. He told her he loved her and dropped to one knee. She was wiping away tears through her laughter and nodding and pulling him to his feet before he even said her name.

"You're insane," she sobbed.

He covered her mouth with his fingertips. "Quiet in the library," he whispered with a smile.



Quiet in the Library



Kit lived the modest life of a librarian. She was a woman of normal stature with beautifully curved hips and a perfect ass, long dark hair that flowed down her back, deep blue eyes, and the most amazing breasts. Kit considered herself a very sexual person, but you'd never guess from looking at her. 

She dressed in a way that was conservative but still showed the curves of her body, but Kit had such an innocent look about her. She was beautiful, that no one could deny, but she wasn't really the poster-girl of seduction. 

As one could understand, this job had many boring moments but the boredom led to fantastic daydreams. Sometimes they were just fun fantasies about how she wished her life had gone or places she hoped to visit someday, but sometimes they were so hot that they made her instantly wet. Sometimes when things were slow, she would let her mind wander through these intricate fantasies. 

She could imagine so vividly that she would completely lose herself in thought and it was as though she could feel every touch, smell every smell, taste every taste, and hear every moan of pleasure. 

Kit usually snapped out of it and was able to move on before someone needed her assistance. That was until Jason showed up.

Jason liked going to the library. He didn't like to read; he went to people-watch. He loved to watch people as they browsed the endless shelves of books or seeing their reactions as they became so enthralled in their book, but lately he couldn't stop staring at Kit. 

He looked at her and immediately thought her to be beyond his grasp. He thought she was absolutely stunning, but he was also a handsome man. He had eyes somewhere between blue and green, short auburn hair, tall, and the most gorgeous smile. His smile made women melt, he could get away with anything he wanted with that smile. 

He found a book, as he always did, and pretended to look over the pages. He would glance up and watch Kit. She filed some papers and did a bit of typing, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her. She stopped typing and started to stare off into space and he could tell her mind was somewhere else. He looked away from her and when he looked back he saw an evil smile cross her lips and he felt himself get hard as she bit her lip. She shook her head slightly to bring herself back to the dull reality and continued typing. 

Jason walked up to her desk. He had to know what was going through her mind. 

Looking up from her computer, Kit saw Jason approaching her desk. 

"Can I help you, sir?" Kit asked. Jason flashed her that smile and she didn't know what to do with herself and he knew it. 

"I need some help finding a book" he answered. 

"Oh, are you looking for anything in particular?" 

"I'm not really sure, show me what you recommend." 

"Follow me." Kit was a little thrown off, no one had ever asked for a recommendation before. 

As she walked in front of him, Jason couldn't help but check her out. She had the most perfect round ass that was almost hypnotizing to watch as she walked. 

Finally, they arrived at a shelf and Kit scanned the shelves mumbling to herself and then she pulled a book out. She turned and found Jason so close to her. In any other situation she would have thought it strange for someone to be that close, but this was different. They stood there looking into each other's eyes.

"What were you thinking about earlier?" Jason asked, still staring into her eyes.

Kit tried to speak but couldn't find the words, she just stuttered and looked down at her feet. Jason chuckled and tilted her chin up to look at him. 

"What was it? I watched you bite your lip, so it must've been good," Jason smiled at her.

Kit finally found the words, "I...I was thinking about...no, it's embarrassing."

"Please tell me, I'm not leaving until you do."

"Okay, I was thinking about..."

"About?"

Kit looked down at the floor and lowered her voice "Fucking -"

"That's embarrassing?" Jason asked with a chuckle.

"I was thinking about fucking... here, in the library" She paused and searched his face for his reaction.

He smiled at her "That can be arranged. If that's something you really want."

A shiver of excitement and uncertainty came over her and she could feel herself getting goosebumps. She shook it off and started to get her confidence back. She took his hand and led him to a room. Her panties were soaked; she couldn't wait to have him. 

She grabbed a key on the way and he followed her up the stairs. Jason put his hands on her hips and kissed her neck as she unlocked the door. She opened the door and he scooped her up and set her on the table. 

They couldn't contain themselves. He ripped open her blouse as they kissed. She managed to lean up and take his shirt off, running her hands over his chest and stomach. She pulled on his bottom lip with her teeth and he groaned with pleasure. He pulled back and looked at her. 

"You're in for it now" he smiled. He kissed down her neck as her slid his hand in her panties. "Oh god, you're so wet. Fuck!" Jason groaned in pleasure. 

Kit let out a soft moan as Jason started to rub her clit. He kissed further down her body, making his way to Kit's beautiful tits. He took one of her nipples between his teeth as he rubbed her clit harder. 

"Yes! Mmm fuck!" Kit exclaimed as he pulled harder. Jason helped her out of her skirt and soaking panties. 

He leaned next to her ear as he pulled on Kit's nipple. "Do you like it rough?" he asked breathlessly. 

"Yes," Kit moaned. Jason smacked Kit's pussy again and again. She moaned in pleasure, 

"More...mmm I want you to smack my ass." He smacked her pussy again. 

"Maybe if you ask nicely, you'll get what you want," Jason said. 

"Please, please smack my ass" Kit asked. Jason shook his head affirmatively and she stood up and he bent her over the table. He smacked her ass hard and he felt the sting in his hand and kept going. 

"More, more please" Kit asked desperately. "Please, I want you to fuck me." 

"Not yet," Jason chuckled. 

Kit reached back and found Jason's cock and she began to stroke it. She could feel his thick cock throb at her touch. 

"Fuuuuck!" he moaned and then pulled back. "I said not yet, you just have to wait," he said with a devilish smile as he slid two fingers into her tight, wet pussy. 

He changed his mind, he stopped and put her up on the table again so that she was facing him again. He slid his fingers in again, so slowly. Kit moaned, it was one of the most amazing feelings she had felt. She just wanted to cum so badly. 

He pumped his fingers faster and harder, feeling Kit's pussy tighten. This made Jason's cock even harder. He pulled his fingers out, he couldn't take it anymore. 

Kit whined "Don't stop. Please, don't stop." 

Jason chuckled, "It's just about to start." He slid his throbbing cock along her slit, teasing her pussy. 

Kit tried to move her body onto Jason's cock, but Jason smacked her pussy nice and hard. 

"Oh no, don't get greedy. If you're not patient you're not going to get what you want." Jason warned her. 

"Mmm I want your cock. God, I want you to fuck me!" Kit moaned. 

Jason decided it was time to give her what she wanted and slid his cock into her a little at a time and slowly pulled back out. This was driving Kit crazy, but that's exactly what Jason wanted. He went in again going progressively deeper and deeper. Kit reached down to rub her clit as Jason moved his cock faster and harder in and out of her tight pussy. 

"Oh make me cum! Please, please make me cum!" Kit exclaimed. She kept getting louder and louder, so Jason reached up to cover her mouth. 

He let out a devilish laugh and said "Now, now you have to be quiet. We are in a library after all. Do you want me to make you cum?" he groaned through gritted teeth as he fucked her harder. He moved his hand from her mouth so she could speak. 

"Yes, please make me cum!" Kit moaned, she was so close. Jason picked up the pace and started rubbing Kit's clit. 

"Pull on your nipples, hard" Jason commanded and Kit was more than happy to comply. She squeezed her tits and pulled nice and hard on her nipples. 

"Oh fuck, I'm so close. Yes, yes, yes!" Kit was almost in another state from the pleasure she felt. This was exactly what she wanted, she hadn't been fucked this good in so long. 

"I want you to cum! Cum all over my fucking cock!" Jason yelled, he didn't know how much longer he could hold out. 

"Fuuuuuuck!" Kit exclaimed and squirted as Jason pumped in and out of her pussy. 

"Yes! Yes! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" he yelled as his cum filled Kit's pussy. He pulled out and watched his cum drip from Kit's pink pussy.

Suddenly, Kit started to giggle and she couldn't stop. Jason started to laugh a little too. 

"What's so funny?" he asked starting to laugh more at her laughter. 

"I...I just... I've never been...fucked so well...that was...amazing...thank you" Kit managed to get out in between giggles. Jason helped her up from the table and handed Kit her clothes as they both laughed. 

"Well, it's not every day that a beautiful woman agrees to fuck you in a library." Jason laughed. 

"You know what? I don't even know your name," Kit realized as she was dressing herself. 

As she stood up after pulling her skirt back on, Jason extended his hand "Jason" he said. 

"I'm Kit" she replied and reached out to shake his hand, but he took her hand in his and placed the most delicate kiss on the top. 

Despite what had just taken place, Kit giggled and blushed. 

"Well, Kit, would you like to get some dinner?" Jason inquired. 

"I'd love to but uhhh I'd like to go home and freshen up, if you don't mind." Kit answered, almost shyly. 

Jason understood, "May I accompany you home? Maybe I can help?" he asked with that devilish smile. 

Kit let out a low, sexy laugh "Yes, please."



Quiet Little Katie



“What is that noise?” John rolled over in bed; his alarm clock read 1:30 in the morning. He thought he’d heard something but he couldn’t pin it down. “There it was again.” He propped himself up on one arm. This time it was unmistakable, he heard the rhythmic squeaking of a bed coming from his neighbor Katie’s apartment. The gentle squeaking grew louder and quicker and he thought he heard two people talking, but he wasn’t sure.

John began to hear moaning coming through the wall. The moans grew louder and more vocal with each passing second. He couldn’t believe that quiet little Katie was making those noises. Growing increasingly aroused John pushed his shorts down past his hips and began to stroke his hard cock. How was Katie getting it from her man he wondered? Did she have her long slender legs pinned against her shoulders? Was she riding him cowgirl style? Or maybe she was on all fours with her cute ass in the air and her face buried in a pillow?

“Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” The sound of Katie’s voice passed through the wall to join those of the squeaking bed. John couldn’t believe the filthy words coming from her mouth. “Oh, shit; that’s it” Katie cried. John rubbed his dick harder and faster. With one final loud moan from Katie and what he suspected was a grunt from an unknown guy the noises quieted down as quickly as they had begun. John came shortly after Katie and her friend finished. Rolling over in bed John slept the rest of the night like a baby.

A few days later John saw Katie carrying her large school bag slung over her shoulder. He knew she was in grad school studying history or something like that. She looked like she was running late. “Hi Katie” John began.

“Oh, hi John,” Katie replied in her normal shy voice as she bowed her head and ducked past him. As quickly as she had been there she was down the steps and out the front door heading to the bus stop clutching the straps of her bag. Despite his best efforts that was the only time John saw Katie that week.

After a long day and week of work John crawled into bed Friday night. His mind naturally wondered if he would get a repeat performance of last Friday. He hadn’t heard a peep from Katie’s apartment all week. John quickly fell asleep and would’ve slept all night if it hadn’t been for the slamming door he heard. He heard some muffled voices in Katie’s apartment but nothing seemed to be happening. After about twenty minutes John neared sleep again when the squeaking bed started just like it had the week before.

“Stick your cock in my pussy!” That was definitely Katie he heard or more like commanded her partner. The moans quickly escalated. “Damnit, fuck me harder … shit, that’s it!” John was quickly jacking his cock as Katie’s vocal enthusiasm heightened. The squeaking and Katie’s moans of pleasure grew louder. “That’s it, come on my face.” At least John thought he heard that. Whatever she said, the squeaking stopped after that and like the week before John didn’t hear anything else.

Monday evening John left his apartment to head out to the gym. Out in the hall he met Katie fumbling with her keys to get into her apartment. She had on a red plaid mini skirt and a dark green t-shirt. He admired, as discreetly as possible, her long thin legs and the gentle swell of her small but nicely rounded tits. Her long brown hair hung on her one shoulder in a loose sloppy ponytail. Peering at him through her brown glasses she smiled at John.

Turning the key in the lock she pushed her door open with one foot. Before John could leave Katie turned to him and said “John.”

“Yeah Katie?” John replied. 

“I hope I didn’t make too much noise on Friday night.” Katie gave her head a little nod and winked at John, or John thought he caught a wink. The sound of Katie’s phone ringing interrupted before John could reply. “Oh, there’s my phone.” With a smile and a small wave Katie closed the door behind her. He could hear laughter coming from her apartment as she discussed some trivial event of the day with a friend.

The whole evening at the gym John wondered if he had heard Katie correctly. He thought to himself “did she really say ‘I hope I didn’t make too much noise on Friday night?’” He was positive those were her exact words, but was she referring to what he thought she was? He thought back to earlier Friday evening. Did anything go on out of the ordinary? He thought she had played some music louder than normal as she occasionally did? Maybe she apologized for running her loud vacuum? Maybe she dropped some pots and pans? Except for the music John couldn’t imagine what else she could apologize for. His thinking on whether Katie actually winked was just as convoluted. On his way back to his apartment John felt much more tired than he normally did and his head hurt from all the mental gymnastics his mind performed that night. He concluded that he wished she’d said “I hope my loud fucking didn’t keep you awake on Friday night.” Since she hadn’t been that forward all he was positive of was that she might have winked.

Wednesday after work John ran into Katie down by their mailboxes. Katie was dressed in a dark blue business suit that looked very striking on her and much more professional than her normal clothes.

“Hi Katie” began John.

“Hi” replied Katie.

Fumbling for something to talk about John quickly added “oh Katie, you didn’t make too much noise last Friday.”

Katie blushed a little bit but without missing a beat said “that’s good. I’m glad me moving my bed around at one in the morning wasn’t too much. It sounded like a train wreck in my place.”

John was even more confused. Was his foul-mouthed Katie just a furniture mover that got more vocal than others? “So what are you dressed up for?”

“I just aced a presentation in my business class today and our professor wants us to dress-up for them,” said Katie.

“For some reason I thought you were in history grad school.”

“You know a lot of people think that, I don’t know why!”

As they reached their floor Katie shrugged her shoulders and smiled goodbye to John as she entered her apartment. Now John was even more confused than he was the night before. Was Katie just moving furniture around like she claimed or did she just say that because she was embarrassed about being too loud when fucking? After thoroughly analyzing Katie’s words poor John’s head hurt even more that night then it did the evening before.

On Thursday night John had just settled down for his favorite night of television. Sipping on a glass of soda John heard a light knocking on his door. Opening his door he found Katie standing there holding two white envelopes.

“Here the mailman left these in my box by mistake.” Katie grinned from ear to ear and handed the errant mail to John.

“Thank you, Katie. This is the first mail he’s delivered wrong in about three days, I think that is a record for him,” John laughed as he tossed the envelopes with the rest of the mail on his table.

“No, actually I had some mail from that weird guy on the second floor yesterday” replied Katie.

“Oh” John replied turning to find Katie in his apartment.

“My spring break is next week and since I just nailed that presentation in class I was wondering if you would like to share some wine with me?” Katie grinned and proffered forth two glasses and a bottle of wine.

“Sure, come in and have a seat.” John took the bottle and glasses to the kitchen. He noticed Katie took the chair across from the couch. He’d hoped she would have chosen the couch. But her choice of seats allowed him to look at her legs without being to overt about it. This evening she had on a white t-shirt and a pink skirt that stopped about six inches above her knees. She had her hair pulled into two ponytails on each side of her head. John thought she looked so cute and sexy in that outfit.

For the next hour Katie and John casually discussed their jobs, school and their favorite tv shows. After about the second glass John started to feel sleepy but he certainly wasn’t going to ask Katie to leave.

After a short period of silence while they watched the end of a show Katie asked John: “so did you like what you heard last Friday night?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know when I was getting fucked and making all that loud noise.”

Those words sounded so strange yet very arousing coming from Katie’s mouth. “Yes I did like it. Very much.”

Katie swirled the wine around in her glass and she eyed John on the couch. “Did you stroke your cock when you heard me?”

Swallowing hard John could just nod his head in agreement. Katie continued to swirl her wine around in its glass as a wicked smile played across her lips.

“Show me how you rubbed your dick. Take it out and stroke it for me. I want to watch you.” John could only swallow again as he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down past his hips. His cock sprang to life in his hands as he began to slowly stroke his dick. Katie eyed him intently as she sat her glass on the floor and rearranged herself in the chair so one leg rested on the arm of the chair providing John with a clear view of her crotch.

Katie pulled her pink skirt back a little bit as her left hand rubbed her inner thigh. Using her middle finger Katie lightly rubbed the lips of her pussy. “Do you like watching me rub my pussy?”

“Mmm … I like that …” John began to reply.

“Don’t say a word” Katie cut him off with a curt reply “or I leave now.” “My pussy is getting so wet; I bet you’d like to see it, wouldn’t you.” Sticking to Katie’s command John just nodded his head.

“Even better, I bet you’d like to taste it.” John grinned widely as he nodded his head. Standing up Katie moved the few feet between her and John. Maintaining eye contact Katie began to slowly remove her t-shirt. John stared intently at her thin lithe body. Katie then removed her bra. John was truly impressed at the shape and size of her tiny tits. Probably A cup he guessed but they looked fantastic on her tiny frame. He was even more struck by Katie’s nipples. Her nipples stood erect on top of very puffy areolas, how he wished he could just take them into his mouth and twirl his tongue around them.

“You like my titties don’t you?” Without waiting for a nod Katie slid her hands into the waistband of her skirt and pushed it past her hips letting gravity finish the job. Turning around to show John her ass, Katie grabbed it and gave it a hard smack. Giggling she eyed John to see his reaction. John smiled and nodded his approval.

Turning back around Katie quickly added her panties to the pile of clothing. John thought Katie looked so hot just standing in front of him wearing nothing but a pair of sneakers. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a small triangle and John couldn’t believe his eyes but she had her pussy pierced.

“You like that, don’t you?” Katie spread her pussy lips to give John a better view. “I’m going to suck you cock now. Not a word or I fucking leave.” The look in her eye told John not to disobey.

John was taken aback by her forcefulness but he readily complied. Squatting down in front of him Katie took his hard cock into her mouth. Her tongue slithered its way down his shaft to the base of his cock. With her eyes closed Katie seemed to be totally into the task at hand. Within a few seconds John could feel large amounts of saliva running down his balls. Katie’s left hand began to tug gently at his balls.

Looking up at him Katie smiled approvingly at the look of pleasure on John’s face. Pausing for a moment she jerked on his cock with her free hand, a string of saliva connecting the tip of his dick to her lower lip. Sucking the excess saliva from the tip of his prick she began to jerk his cock while sucking on its head. Feeling his balls begin to tense up in her hands Katie stood up just as quickly and without warning. John looked down at his spit soaked dick and back up to Katie.

Moving back towards the chair Katie motioned for John to follow her over. Climbing onto the back of the chair Katie spread her legs wide. “Now you’re going to eat my pussy. Not a single word or I’ll fucking leave, got that” Katie snapped at him. John, ever compliant and anxious to taste her pussy, moved the few feet to the chair. 

Licking her left thigh John placed a light kiss near her pussy. His left hand stroked her right thigh. Moving to lick the area above her pubic hair John caught the sweet scent from her glistening pussy. Her clit was totally engorged with blood and she was definitely as turned on as he was. His lips barely touched her when his head jerked back.

Katie had a handful of his hair and she brought her eyes to bare on him: “I said eat my pussy. I don’t want any of this foreplay-teasing crap.” John getting used to this eagerly dove into her wet hole. His tongue slithered up her slit from bottom to top. His tongue gently tapped her clit. Katie moaned loudly and ground her pussy hard into his face.

“That’s it” she screamed as his tongue darted in and out of her pussy. John had never eaten pussy with so much gusto before, but then again he’d never been with a girl who had been so forceful and so turned on. Her wetness combined with his saliva made her pussy just as wet as his cock had been.

Pushing his head back Katie squealed in obvious delight: “Damn you’re fucking good!” Looking down at her sopping wet pussy she remarked, “fuck I love sloppy oral.” Pointing at the floor Katie said with authority “damn I’m going to fuck you now; on your back.”

John dutifully took his position. Gently stroking his cock he brought it back to full hardness. Katie straddled John and in one fluid motion Katie’s tight wet pussy enveloped his cock. The brief resistance Katie’s pussy offered John brought him to the realization that he wasn’t going to last long, the wetness and tightness felt too exquisite. Katie placed both of her hands on John’s chest and in a few seconds she was up to speed sliding up and down on his hard shaft.

John’s hands rested on her hips as the sound of their thighs slapping together grew louder. Beads of perspiration gathered quickly on Katie’s brow and began to pelt John in the chest. Katie’s eyes briefly rolled up in her head, causing John to think she was going to pass out, which would have been a first for him. Shortly though Katie let out a full throated moan. The walls of her pussy contracted as the first wave of an orgasm ripped through her. Without slowing up Katie continued to ride John hard through a second and then a third wave of her orgasm.

It was all John could take. Holding Katie hard by the hips John grunted and voiced a throaty “fuck” as the first wave of hot cum slammed into the back of Katie’s pussy. Licking her lips and intently eyeing John a second hot stream coursed from John’s cock into her tight pussy. 

Leaning over Katie gave John a kiss and whispered in his ear “that was fucking good.” Rolling off of John, Katie saw John was still hard. Patting a seat on the couch John slid back up. As expertly as before, Katie took his cock into her mouth and within a matter of seconds John was fully aroused again. The feeling of her tongue brought him even quicker to the verge of coming than he could’ve ever imagined. That combined with her demure appearance and filthy mouth put him over the edge. Taking her mouth off of his prick Katie began to jerk him off. Katie’s smile grew larger across her face as John grunted louder and breathed heavier.

With one final grunt John’s cock let forth a stream of cum. The white goo landed solidly on Katie’s forehead and across her glasses. Anticipating a second stream that didn’t come Katie tried to position herself a little better. After a second of waiting, Katie contented herself to lick John’s cock clean. Totally exhausted John slumped over on the couch eyeing Katie.

Leaning over John she said “that was totally filthy but next time I want it filthier and nastier.” With a wink she pulled on her pink skirt and t-shirt. “Here’s a little souvenir,” Katie said tossing her white panties to John. Poor John, totally exhausted, watched the panties land on his chest and could only grunt a “goodbye” as Katie flashed her ass at him and skipped out his door heading to her own apartment.



Quiet Lust



Soft feet padded down the hallway toward where I was lying in the rec room. I heard them pause at the door. I knew that she saw me. I knew she wanted to sit by me.

"Chuck?" her soft voice drifted across the room.

"Yeah?"

"Can I talk to you?"

"You can come in, but you have to be quiet."

She slipped onto the sofa by my feet. She stuck out a tentative hand and started rubbing my legs. "I'm sorry Chuck," she whispered.

"Kat, I don't want to talk about it. You hurt me really badly. Why did you say those mean things?"

"I wasn't thinking. I just reacted to the moment."

"Calling me an incestuous pervert for no reason really hurt. All I wanted to do was kiss you and comfort you, but you acted like I was trying to rape you. I don't think I want to be around you right now."

"Please Chuck, I just wasn't thinking. I'm sorry I said those things. I didn't mean to, they just popped out of my mouth. My boyfriend dumped me tonight and I was upset."

"That's no excuse! You know that I would never do anything to hurt you. I love you Katrina."

"What can I do to make it right? I'll do anything you say, just please don't stay mad at me. I hate it when you're mad at me. How can I fix it?"

I couldn't stay mad at her. She was in her first year of college and she was having a tough time with it. I was a senior and would receive my degree in two more months. I really did love my sister. 

"I can't stay mad at you sis," I said, opening my arms and inviting her in.

She practically jumped into my arms. I was on the sofa and she spooned right into my arms. My hands were almost on her breasts but she didn't make a move away from them. She was just happy to be back in her brother's good graces. She spun around so her breasts were pressed into my chest. She kissed my cheek. Tears were running down her face. 

I stuck my tongue out and licked up some of the tears. They were warm and salty. She blinked her eyes and smiled at me. I kissed her cheek. She nestled into my body and wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly. I could feel my heart thumping on her breasts. 

I was three years older than Katrina. We had a house all to ourselves, a product of divorce wars. Neither our father nor mother was willing to give up custody and visitation rights, so our father settled the argument by buying us a small house. Because of all the harsh things that were said during the divorce neither Katrina nor I wanted to stay with either of our parents. That was three years ago when Katrina was just seventeen. Usually she got along great with me but she had been distraught over being dumped and so had taken her feelings out on me.

My name is Chuck Mason. I am a medium sized guy with the build of a wrestler. I pumped a lot of iron to maintain that physique. I am a handsome young man, if I do say so myself, with black hair and grey eyes. The girls love me, but I have a hard time cornering them because of the house I share with my sister. 

Katrina Mason also has coal black hair and a body to die for. She is short but sweet. She also exercises regularly to keep in shape. Unlike me, she had no problems dating the college boys. They always have somewhere to take her. She isn't the village slut, but she isn't a virgin either.

Now she relaxed in my embrace. She loved the way my big, strong arms felt around her. She kissed my chest and wiggled her hips, pushing her mound against my pubic bone.

"Who's the perv now?" I asked with a smile.

"I guess I am," she giggled and wiggled again.

I felt my manhood start to rise. It was right against my sister's belly. I knew she would feel it and then she would probably run screaming to her room.

"Mmmmm," she hummed when she felt my hardness growing against her. She smiled at me and pressed closer to me. "That feels so nice. I really am a perv," she whispered.

I knew the situation was rapidly getting out of control. "Maybe we shouldn't be doing this," I said to her.

"I have been wanting to do this for years. I feel warm and safe with you. Hold me tighter."

Of course, I squeezed her tighter, pressing my now rigid cock flat against her belly. "Maybe we're both perverted," I remarked.

"I don't care. I love you Chuck. I want to be with you. I'm tired of college boys who only want pussy. At least I know you love me and want me."

"You know where this is leading, don't you?"

"Yes"

"You know we'll probably burn in hell for it?"

"Yes"

"Decisions like this shouldn't be made on a sofa. Let's go to your room."

"Yes"

Katrina got up and walked to her bedroom. I was right behind her. We sat down on her bed holding hands. I put my arm around her. She melted into my chest. Her hand stole up my thigh toward my hard cock. Just before she reached it I said, "You know there will be no turning back if you do that."

"I know. I want to do this. I have wanted you for a long time."

I leaned into her and kissed her open mouth. Her tongue massaged and explored, feeling every part of my mouth. She sucked on my tongue. I moaned and shuddered. My hand drifted up to her breasts. She shucked her shirt off. I leaned into her and sucked a hard nipple into my mouth.

She pulled my shirt off and unzipped my pants. She jerked my pants and boxers off in one motion. I pushed her back onto the bed and pulled her panties down. I looked at her pretty little pussy. The aroma of her sex was intoxicating. I tasted my sister for the first time. Her love honey was sweet and warm. I held it on my tongue and swallowed as much as I could. I rapidly licked her slit from asshole to clit. I tried to jam my tongue into her pee hole. I sucked on her clit and stuck a finger into her cunt, rubbing, finding her G spot. She whispered, "Oh god, yes, yes, yes!" Her hips were a blur of motion as she came on my face.

I was busily licking her clean when she said, "My turn."

She spun around and sucked my cock half way down her throat. I looked down to see all seven inches impaling my sister's face. Her nose was in my pubes. She looked up at me. I could see the lust in her eyes. 

"I've got to fuck you now!" I murmured.

She reluctantly let go of my dick and spread her legs wide for me. I quickly mounted her and slid my throbbing cock into her. She groaned as I bottomed out deep in her pussy. As I pumped into her, she made little squeaking noises. We could hear the squishing, sucking sound as my dick pounded her pussy.

"Oh, Chuck," she sighed, "pound it in me hard. Come in me!"

I doubled my thrust frequency when I heard her say that. The thing I wanted most in the world at this point was to squirt my whole load into my sister. I felt her pussy tighten around my throbbing cock. She felt my dick swell up inside her.

"Oh damn!" I swore softly as my load of semen shot out of me and squirted deeply into her. She licked my face as we wound down from a higher plane of existence. 

My cum was coating the inside of her vagina. It felt warm and gooey and good. She loved the feeling of cum swirling around inside her and she especially loved her brother's cum in her. My cock was still in her but it was shrinking fast.

"What have we done?" I asked.

"We have expressed our love for each other. It is natural and wonderful and I don't regret a minute of it."

My cock slipped out of her. I was still lying on her. I hugged her tightly and rolled over so she was on top. "What do we do now?" I asked.

"I don't know about you, but I'm going to stop dating. You are all I want. I hope we do this all day and all night every day and every night!"

"As long as it is alright with you, I'll try to fulfill your wishes. I love you Kat."

"If we keep this quiet, we can do it forever," she replied. "I have lusted after you for years in silence. Now that I have you all I want is you. Quiet lust. What a concept!" 



Quiet Night



I'm happy married, but I think that I'm also in love with another married woman. It's not an admission that I want to make, but I have to write out the fantasy in order to, hopefully, get it out of my head. 

Her name is Jenny. She is talented, she is beautiful, she is, to me, captivating. I love the blue shade of her eyes; I love the few silver streaks in her otherwise reddish-blonde hair; I love the freckles on her shoulders. Although she's a few years older than my mid-30s self, she still has the body of a 20-something – smallish breasts, lean build, shapely legs and butt. Again, captivating.

Jenny and I were friends, and as I mentioned, we are both married and have a lot to lose. For the most part, we stayed on opposite sides of a room from one another. We didn't touch; we didn't hug as I do with other friends. However, from time to time, I got little clues that made me feel that she had feelings for me, as well – a little smile; maybe a wink as if we had just shared an unspoken joke. I never knew, until one night. . . 

My wife was out of town, and Jenny knew it. We'd recently talked about a book that I'd liked, and she had indicated that she wanted to borrow it. I'd just made dinner for myself and sat down to eat in front of the TV when my phone chimed. It was a text from her saying that she had run an errand nearby, and if I was home could she pick up the book. I texted back saying that I was home, and of course she could drop by. Around 15 minutes later, she pulled into the drive.

"Hey come on in! I heard you pull in"

"Thanks for letting me stop by," she said, "I was in the area to pick up something from the mall." She walked into the kitchen. She was dressed simply, as was often the case, flip flops, a mid-length cotton skirt, and a white v-neck tee shirt with something written on one side. It was simple, but it was her. The tee was just tight enough to show her figure, and just thin enough to see the outline of her bra.

"No worries. Here 'tis," I said, handing her a copy of my favorite book.

"Thanks." 

She looked at the cover, and I told her, "You're more than welcome. I've read that at least half a dozen times. I look forward to hearing your review."

Jenny set the book on the counter beside her. I offered her a drink, which she accepted. I was a little surprised, as I thought this was just going to be a quick stop. Of course, I didn't care, besides having feelings for her, she was a friend, and I liked her company.

"I have wine, beer, bourbon. . . water, of course?"

"A little splash of wine would be great – thanks!"

I poured two glasses of white wine that had already been opened. As I did that, she lifted herself to sit on the counter. I handed her a glass, we clinked, and I leaned on the counter, somewhat next to her with my arms crossed in front of me. I tried to make small talk, but it felt a little forced. I uncrossed my arms and set my glass down on the counter between us. As I did, she put her hand on mine. I turned to meet her gaze – it was intent. We just looked at each other for what seemed to be a few seconds.

"What," I asked, "it looks like you're about to say something?"

She was direct, "do you want me?"

Feeling that I should hide my real answer, I played dumb, "want you how? What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean."

"Jenny, I. . . I, uh. . . "

"Come on," she urged, "do you have feelings for me?"

A pause. "Yeah, I do," I said, "I don't mean to."

I was standing in front of her now, she was still seated on the counter.

She said, "it's OK" in a way that was very clear to me that she reciprocated. 

Nervously, I took a step closer to her, I placed my hands on the counter on either side of her thighs, and we kissed. I could hear my heartbeat. The house was quiet, an occasional passing car, the air coming through the vents, and the soft, wet, smacking sounds of a kiss. She held my face in her hands. I slid my hands onto the top of her thighs, under her skirt. Her skin was as smooth as I'd imagined. Slowly, I moved my hands up the outside of her legs, beneath the fabric of her clothing, until I reached the point where her legs met her hips. I felt the elastic around the waist of her skirt on my fingertips – I realized she wasn't wearing panties.

"You didn't just come for a book did you?" She shook her head, almost unperceptively, to indicate no.

"You came to play, didn't you?" Again, without breaking eye contact or speaking, it was yes.

At that, I pushed her legs apart on the counter, and slipped a finger into her wet slit. She exhaled sharply and jerked. I stood back for a moment, massaging her clit, while I watched her face flush with passion. After a moment, I scooped my hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her off the counter. We crashed onto the couch. I kissed her neck, and made my way down her body, pushing her clothes upward. I kissed her belly, flat and soft, and proceeded down. I had to taste her.

Her pussy was trimmed nicely. She lifted one leg onto the back of the couch, and put the other on the floor. As quickly as I could, I experienced her. I dove my tongue between the folds of her labia, and lapped long strokes up to her clitoris. I sucked and teased and gently bit; Jenny writhed, she moaned longingly. I continued to take as much of her in my mouth as I could and soon, her hips were jerking against my face as she came.

We laid on the sofa, a little messy and out of breath for a few minutes. Neither of us spoke – we didn't want to, didn't need to. She got up, and reached out her hand to me. I took it as she led me toward the bedroom. As we walked, the clothes came off. I loved watching her hips sway as she walked, her ass twitching just a little with each step. I couldn't believe that this was happening. I felt the guilt, but it also felt right. She looked back at me, smiling knowingly when she saw where I was staring. 

At the edge of the bed, she knelt down and took my hardness in her mouth. I was so aroused at this point, it seemed to me that her mouth was on fire. Her tongue against the sensitive flesh of my cock was fiery. It was perfect. Although I wanted to watch her suck me for longer, I wanted to be inside her even more. I pulled her up from the floor and laid on the bed. She slid on top and into position effortlessly. Once again, my cock was engulfed in her heat. She grinded her hips against me slowly; I kissed and bit her small erect nipples, and she responded with whimpers of delighted pain. My climax was nearing.

"Where do you want me to cum?"

"Cum. . . inside me, ungh, just cum insii. . ." she panted.

I got behind her to take her from the back, pressing her head onto the bed, ass in the air. I re-entered her and began sharp thrusts. We both got a little noisy with grunts. She began to buck as another orgasm came on, and I could take it no more. As she had a second, and loud orgasm, I pumped her pussy full of my cum. Our rhythm slowed, and I collapsed on her, in her, and she to the bed. Out of breath again, I could only kiss her beautiful freckled shoulder in response.

After that, she left to go back to her life. Since then, we've never spoken of the night. We know that we can't. Sometimes, though, we get a moment that's just long enough for a meaningful glance, and a smile.



Quiet Night at the Lake



This is a story about what I thought was going to be a quiet night on my houseboat, but turned out to be anything but quiet. I have 50’ houseboat that I rent out to help defer the costs. Its true boats are like women and if you want to keep them you have to be nice to them and that usually involves money somehow.

It was early evening and I was waiting on a woman who had called saying she wanted to rent the houseboat, but wanted to see it first. Not unusual, most people do. She couldn’t come until after work, so I told her I would wait for her and as it turned out, am I ever glad I did.

The marina was quiet, it was a weekday night and most of the liveaboards seemed to be out for the evening. My boat is in the end slip, so I heard her coming before I could see her. I went out to the front deck and watched as this delicious vision walked up. As she approached, I’m thinking man I hope this is her! She had a long skirt that was either a wraparound or had a long slit in it, because one long gorgeous leg came into view every other step. Topped off by some kind of cropped top that draped over her small breasts (which I prefer) and left her tanned midriff bare. As she stopped in front of the boat, I could see it was a wraparound and it was wrapped around some sweet looking hips and I’m thinking, oh boy, I just know there is one hot ass under that skirt. Which is why she had to repeat, “ Excuse me, are you Don?"

"Yes, I’m sorry, excuse me!” I blurted out. “Come over to the gate, and I’ll let you in.," I said thinking c’mon man get hold of yourself, just show the boat and get your eyes back in your head.

I let her in; we introduced ourselves and stepped back onto the boat to help her on. I reached out and took her hand and guided her aboard. I should have known she would step up with the leg next to the slit. Fortunately I had a good excuse to look down on the pretense of watching her step. Most of that long sexy limb was exposed as it is quite a step up from the dock and I couldn’t help but notice those cute red tipped toes in some kind of sandal with a heel.

C’mon, man, get your mind on your business I thought. As I looked up she was smiling at me like she already knew something that I didn’t.

We started the tour up top, I don’t know why; I just like to do it that way. I showed her the way to the back deck, through the main salon, past the twin heads (bathrooms), through the master bedroom and onto the back deck. Then I realized we had a problem as I said. “I’m sorry, I should have warned you to wear shorts or pants, and I don’t think you can climb the ladder in that skirt."

"Sure I can,” she replied. Then hiked her skirt up over her knees and proceeded up the ladder. As she reached the top rung and stepped on to the deck, I had a clear view of the bottoms of two succulent ass cheeks encased in lacy white panties.

That’s it I thought, I’m going to faint, I can’t stand this. This woman is driving me over the edge. Which is again why she had to repeat, “Excuse me, but aren’t you coming too?"

" Is everything okay?” she asked. “Yes,” I mumbled, coughing into my hand. “I think I’m coming down with something.” Thinking just hold on a little longer, she will leave and I can jerk off with that delicious vision in my head.

Again there was that smile as climbed the ladder and showed her the two top decks, bimini, flying bridge, barbecue, etc. Then we proceeded back down below, but I let her go first down the ladder. As much as I would have loved another look and that sweet round ass, I just couldn’t do it.

Back through the master bedroom, a quick tour of the heads then through the main salon to the cuddy berths down below up forward. I told her as I descended the stairs in front of her that she would get a much more detailed tour if she decided to rent it.

We both squatted down at the entrance to the cuddy cabin and I showed her the twin beds with reading lamps. Then she asked, “What’s behind that door?” She scooted forward on hands and knees, leaving me staring at a magnificent round ass.

I squeezed my eyes shut and said, “Its just a machinery room, pumps and stuff.”

Then she backed up, ass undulating and causing me to softly bang my head against the handrail. Does this woman not know what she is doing to me?

I stand and help her up, frantically thinking of some way to get my mind on something else. Thankfully, I remembered that I hadn’t eaten yet and asked if she would like something to eat.

“I bought a couple of steaks today and I should have some salad stuff.” I said.

“Sounds great.” she replied. “Do you have any red wine?” she asked.

“Sure, let me open some for you.” I replied and we started the preparations for a simple meal.

After she finished with making the salad, she sat down on the sofa and while doing so the wine glass slipped in her hand and she spilled some wine on her skirt.

“Oh no!” I exclaimed. “That red wine will never come out.” I said.

“Do you have any club soda?” she asked quickly.

I found the club soda and took her back to the master bedroom so she could remove the skirt to clean it. I left, pulling the sliding door closed and returned to the kitchen area, then turned, deciding to use the bathroom. As I was entering the bathroom, I noticed the sliding door was open slightly. I was sure I had closed it and as started to close it again, I glanced through the crack and saw the most beautiful sight I’m ever seen. She had spread a towel on the bed, placed the skirt on top and was now bent over, gently scrubbing the stain. Those two luscious ass cheeks were almost completely exposed as her exertions had caused the skimpy, lacy panties to ride up that sweet cleft. Her ass continued to wiggle as she scrubbed.

I couldn’t breathe and I felt faint as most of my blood rushed to fill my cock as it hardened immediately. This brought the instant realization that I had made a poor choice of what to wear, as all I had on was some thin cotton shorts, t-shirt and no underwear. My hard cock was straining the fabric and very obvious. I looked up to see wrapping the skirt back on. I panicked and raced back to the main salon facing the sink.

“Well, that got most of and I think I can get the rest later, she said, settling on the couch.

“Please pour me another glass of wine.” She requested.

Oh nooo, I thought, now what am I going to do. I busied myself at the sink, willing my cock to soften or hoping she might come over and get the wine for herself. Neither happened, my cock was harder if anything and leaking cum, which I’m sure was going to be quite evident. Not being able to delay any longer, I grabbed the wine bottle and turned towards her, to find her eyes aimed right at my crotch.

“Now that’s what I was hoping for!” she exclaimed.

“What do you mean?” I stuttered.

“Well, I haven’t been totally honest with you.” she said. Going on to explain that she had seen me several times before while visiting the lake. The fuel dock is right next to my slip, so she had noticed me on my boat while her friends were refueling.

“ I thought you were very attractive.” 

“ When I found out that your boat was for rent, I got this idea of how to meet you,” she explained.

Then as stood there dumbstruck, she said she had a personal question to ask. All I could do was nod as she asked,

“May I suck your cock?” she asked standing and knowing the answer, pulled off her top and released her skirt in one fluid movement.

I didn’t know how much more of this I could take, as she stood before me in high-heeled sandals, tiny white panties and lacy low cut bra, holding out her hands to me. I was speechless as she pulled me towards her, between her legs as she sat down to be at face level with my fat cock. Engulfing most of it into her mouth, her hands releasing her bra, then filling her hands with her sweet little titties as her mouth steadily fucked my cock.

I felt like my cock was in a hot wet whirlwind. Her mouth and tongue were everywhere. Sucking and tonguing my cockhead, mouth-fucking most of my fat cock, kissing, licking and sucking my balls.

I told her that I was very sorry, but with all the sexual tension preceding this and now watching her not only suck my cock but also tease and twist her own nipples was driving me to the point of no return.

“Baby, I’m sorry, I can’t hold it back; you are too much for me!” I exclaimed.

She pulled her mouth off of my cock reluctantly and began to fist fuck my cock with one hand and dipped the other in to her tiny panties, sliding a finger up her wet pussy. Then sliding the pussy slick digit up under my balls and into my ass in one movement.

My cock exploded! She jerked her head back and the first hot wet blast hit her neck, sliding down between those cute baby girl titties.

“Yesssss,” she hissed. “Cover me with your hot cum!” she cried.

Over and over my cock pumped, splashing hot cum on her breasts, belly and thighs. Then as she somehow knew, she slid forward; tongue extended to catch the last small spurt on her tongue and proceeded to lick the last dribble off of the end of my cockhead. Then looking me in the eye, she let me see it glisten on her tongue for a moment, and then swallowed with a low moan.

“Mmmmmmm, you are delicious!” she exclaimed. “ I hope you are not disappointed that I didn’t let you come in my mouth?” she asked sweetly.

“Well, you probably won’t believe this.” I answered. Upon which I explained that it turns me on more to see it pump from the end of cock and the way she caught a little on her tongue really makes me hot. Plus, I like the taste of my own come, especially in my partner’s mouth, kissing, sucking tongues.

“Then let me get you some,” she said bending forward taking my still semi hard cockhead in her mouth and milking my cock with her hand. Then she tilted her head back and showed me her tongue glistening with my come.

I immediately grabbed the sides of her pretty face and kissed her, sucking her tongue, licking her lips. Kissing her was like a dream, and tasting my come in her mouth was so hot and nasty, it was causing my cock to rise again.

“Well, hello there,” she said, gazing at my stiffening cock.

“I’m beginning to think you like me,” she giggled.

“Oh yes, I most certainly do,” I replied, slowly stroking my now rock hard cock.

“And now, I’m going to show you just how much,” I said excitedly as I pulled her to her feet. Then led her by the hand and laid her across the bed. I grasped her tiny panties and pulled them off, leaving her legs up and together. Kneeling and beginning long slow wet licks up the backs of her thighs. I held her legs back, and placed a pillow under that gorgeous ass.

“Hold your legs back and just slightly open for me,” I breathed while continuing to lick my way slowly down to those sweet asscheeks.

Kissing and sucking little bits of soft flesh near her hot pussy, breathing deep the heady aroma of that sweet pussy. Knowing it will taste wonderful. Then spreading those luscious cheeks and with one slow wet lick up between those cheeks, finally splitting those succulent pussy lips. Continuing long licks up the entire length between her cheeks, tongue pointed and hard, teasing her little rosebud, then diving in her delicious pussy. Sucking furiously, shoving my tongue in as far as I can. Finding her hard little clit, flicking it with my tongue, sucking it, nibbling on it.

Sliding my forefinger into her hot slick pussy, looking up to see her pinching and twisting both hard little nipples, Hearing her moan softly as I continue my assault on her hot little clit, fingerfucking her hot hole.

“Ooooh, please put that pussy wet finger up my ass!” she hissed through clenched teeth.

I quickly complied and inserted my thumb in her pussy, rubbing the two together, doing a little slow fingerfuck of both hot tight holes. Now she starts repeating:

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” louder and faster with each word,

Seconds later, she grabs my hair, pushing her hot wet pussy in my face. I can feel her tight pussy and ass clenching on my fingers as she roars through her climax. I keep licking and sucking wildly as she tries to pull my head away, her little hot clit now supersensitive. Another climax rips through her as she screams,

“AAAAh, please stop, I can’t stand it, oooh, I can’t stop cumming!!”

I slow my licks and move my tongue away from her clit, softly licking her soft pussy lips, drinking as much of that sweet juice as I can. Then moving up on the bed, leaving my fingers buried in those hot, sucky little holes and began to place tiny baby kisses all over her pretty face.

Her breathing finally slowed, she opened her eyes, looked at me and said...



Quiet Night In



It is Friday evening and you have just picked me up from the airport. We go back to yours and I’ve noticed how quiet the house is. You tell me to go upstairs and get comfortable, you disappear into the kitchen. As I enter your room I notice how perfect you’ve made the setting, you have put up kind of darkish curtains to block out the light and have placed a few candles randomly around the room. The way the candles are shimmering has given the small space a very romantic and erotic aura. 

As I get comfortable just lying about on your bed you appear in the doorway with two very chilled glasses of white wine and announce that you’ve started to run us a bath. You tell me to behave myself because the bath might overflow but neglecting your order I stand up and pull you close anyway. As our lips connect I feel a surge of excited energy rushing through my body like never before. The last five weeks had been absolute torture but now that we are together it doesn’t feel as if I had been parted from you for any longer than a full day. You put your hands on my shoulders and move me slightly away from your body, you kiss the tip of my nose you stick out your tongue while walking out the door to check on the bath.

I sit back on the bed practising my petted lip for you coming back upstairs, but you’ve sneaked back up very quietly and I haven’t heard you. You giggle at me pouting my bottom lip, walking over to me you push me back against the bed. You manoeuvre yourself on top of me and start kissing my neck ever so gently that it sends shivers up my spine. As I try to move your head so that your lips meet my own you grab hold of my arms and pin me down, whispering in my ear that if I don’t stay put you’ll stop. I do as told! 

You stand up and move over to the door and close it tight. After you’ve closed the door you take your t-shirt off and let it drop to the floor. You come back over to the bed and use some material to cover my eyes, with my sight removed my other senses heighten. I can feel my clothes being slowly removed, your fingers lightly caressing my skin. Your tongue encircling one of my nipples and your thumb and finger tweezing the other one. Goose-pimples start to appear on my skin as I feel myself becoming more and more excited with your touch. You have awakened my senses so much that I can actually feel my pussy throbbing in time to your every caress. My back begins to arch up off of the bed as I begin to feel the first pulse of a very powerful orgasm. We are so connected at this moment that you know exactly what is happening deep inside me and you decide to slow down the pace of your tongue on my skin. Just as the ticklish sensation starts to diminish you start kissing and gently tracing my shaven bikini line with your tongue. Your hand rubbing up and down against the outside of my thong, my juices start to seep through my pussy lips making my thongs very wet. 

You take my thongs off and being able to feel how wet you make me turns you on. You turn me over so that I’m on all fours and order me to sit on your face. I do as I’m told. Knowing how sensitive my quivering pussy feels at that moment you start teasing the outside of my c*nt before attacking my clit with very intense licks. I can feel that first orgasm reaching its peak again and I start grinding my pussy into your mouth. My legs start to tremble as you run your tongue along my enlarged clit and delving into my wetness and back out, continually keeping to the same rhythmic routine, I feel myself going over the edge as my orgasm hits me.

You continue to lick me but you have lowered your speed. I don’t want to stop enjoying you just yet though, as we’ve waited four weeks and five days to feel this intimacy between us again. I spin myself round and lean forward taking your thick throbbing length in my readily waiting mouth. I explore every inch of your cock with my tongue, flickering the tip of my tongue lightly over your pulsating skin. As I start tickling your balls with my hand I can feel the top of your thighs and groin tense, I increase the pressure my tongue has on your hard cock. I can hear muffled sounds from you that sound like “I’m Cumming!!!” I take as much of you into mouth as possible and just circle my tongue around the tip of your cock till you explode in my mouth.

My body collapses beside yours on the bed but we’re still in opposite directions from one another. Before I know what’s happening you have parted my legs and savouring my wetness with the same enthusiasm from earlier. My body jerks over the bed when you put your finger slowly deep inside me rubbing up against my G-spot. I lose control as I reach another orgasm, I clench the quilt with my hands as I scream out with pleasure that you’re giving me. 

Without removing your finger from my pussy, you move up the bed and lie beside me. You kiss my neck, gently nibbling and sucking on it but not hard enough to mark it. I lower my head and kiss you passionately on the lips, teasing you with my tongue. The teasing doesn’t last long as I want to taste my juice off of you. I move my hand down your body to pull you closer to me. The closer you get I discover that you haven’t lost your throbbing hard-on, which excites me and from nowhere I feel a surge of energy. I manoeuvre my body on top of yours. Straddling your hips, I rub my pussy up and down the length of your cock letting you feel how wet you’ve got me.

I lean forward and continue kissing you as before, slowly lowering my pussy onto your cock. You enter me slow and hard as I sit on top of you, my hands rested on your chest to keep my balance for the first few strokes. I adjust my hips so that every thrust from your cock hits my G-spot. Sitting this far back on you makes it easier for me to lean forward slightly and I start teasing your nipple ring with my tongue. Your breathing becomes deeper, you place your hands on my hips and push me down hard on you. I can feel myself climaxing again as I buck up and down on your length. The sensation inside me grows stronger and my pussy starts to contract against your cock pulling you deeper and deeper inside me with each stroke. Feeling breathless from our sexual energy I pant that I’m gonna explode and you make your strokes harder and faster. You move one of your hands off of my hips and place your fingers on my clit rubbing it intensely. You can feel my juices run down your cock as I cum.

I fall down on top of your chest breathing aimlessly, you turn me over so that I’m now lying on my back. You are still very much deep inside of me, pounding away making me even more sensitive and ticklish. You take my left arm and guide it down towards my clitoris. You whisper in my ear “Didn’t I tell you I was going to make this the best ever.” You look into my eyes and give me a smile. The sight of your smile makes me even more turned on, and I start playing with my nipples with my right hand, twisting them harder as I feel myself letting go of another orgasm. The way I’m teasing my clit with my fingers has an effect on you that makes you eager to please but because I’m doing it while your inside of me, it is making you very ticklish and ready to cum deep inside me. As your kissing and nibbling on my neck you announce in my ear that you’re cumming and I wrap my legs even tighter around your waist. We cum at the same time never once losing our rhythm. 

Both of us being unable to move from lack of energy just lie and giggle like love sick teenagers in each others arms for the rest of the night. Pulling the cover up over us we fall asleep and when we wake on the Saturday morning we don’t seemed to have moved much during the night because we have woke up in the same position we fell asleep in.



Quiet Night in for a Dickgirl



The scent of patchouli fills the air. The smoke from my hippie-girl incense floats through the flickering shadows cast by the dozen or so candles that fill my bedroom. 

Soft Seventies Soul plays on my speakers and I am splayed naked and oiled on my bed with the sheets strewn on the floor. 

As I tenderly stroke my dick. 

A generous coating of oil glistens off the veins that interlace from the base of my thick, weighty, cock to a few inches below the bulbous head. My foreskin slides tantalizingly back and forth over the swollen head of my cock as I run my hand firmly over my shaft up and down in smooth motions. My hand feels electric as the veins on my cock collapse and fill as I stroke through them. 

Tonight is a mellow night in. 

I take a puff on my dwindling joint and lay it on the incense burner. As I blow an indica-heavy aphrodisiac plume into the air I cup my firm right breast with my now free hand. 

I shift my hand palming the underside of my oiled boob a couple of times then gently pinch the nipple in time with my stroking of my dick. I am nearly overwhelmed by the vision in front of me. I slowly survey from my glistening, round 34C tits capped with puffy areolas and firm, erect, nubby nipples. I continue down to my narrow waist circumscribing the subtle muscle definition around my firm abdomen; gentle indentations running across my stomach above and below my sweet little innie navel and a cute linea alba running down the middle. As my abdomen flows into my pubis my hips gently flare and my cock rises majestically, nearly vertical, casting daunting shadows in all directions as it catches the light from different candles.

Oh... my... fucking... god. The pot-enhanced pleasure as I stroke my massive dick is so intense I feel like I'm floating. I can feel my pussy juices as they start to flow, leaking between my legs and down over my smooth, tight ass. My pussy quivers in time with my dick stroking and I remove my hand from my boob to swirl in the fluid leaking between my lips. 

I run my moistened fingertips between my labia and tickle myself at the mouth of my pussy. I'm so wet my fingers are getting coated and I run my labia gently between my thumb and index finger up and down each lip. All of this stimulation makes me shiver and my hips thrust up off the bed in a spasm as my hand reaches to the oily tip of my cock. Pre-cum drips from me and pools in my foreskin. 

I run my hand back down to mid-shaft and then point the head to my mouth. Leaning up I place the tip between my lips and gently squeeze it with them as my tongue tickles the very tip and laps at the pre-cum accumulated in the crease of my foreskin. I move both hands under my ass cheeks with my fingers just reaching my soaked pussy. Then, with my dick still in my mouth, I lean my head back and bring my hips up and towards my head in the contortion required for me to be able to really fuck my face. 

Opening wider I take the full head into my mouth and nip around it with my teeth causing more shivers and spasms in my abs. I form an O with my lips and pull my dick out against them with a pop. I repeat the cycle a few times causing more precum to ooze out and then I take my dick further into my mouth. 

Lifting my hips further off the bed forces the head to the back of my mouth and I jam my lips further down the shaft to take more of it in. I love the feeling of the head of my dick as I push it against the back of my mouth. It used to gag me but I'm long since past that. Years of the most enjoyable practice I can imagine have taught me to relax and nose breathe as my dick blocks the entrance to my throat. 

Hey, if you grew up with a massive rampant boner and a girl's flexibility it would be only a matter of time until you figured all of this out too. 

Amping up the intensity of my drug-addled self-pleasuring I slide my dick to the back of my throat and keep pushing by flexing my hips and lifting my head in sync. I lunge forward with my lips and at the same time I swallow and suddenly my dick is two inches deep in my throat. I pause, take a few deep breaths through my nose then slowly slide my dick further down my throat. My maw is pried wide, my lips pressed tight against my thick shaft, stretched to their max. I can feel the oily veins between them as they slide slowly past. Gently I start to slide my dick in and out of my throat and I focus all of my attention on it as it feeds into my face. 

All of the sensations on my dick are heightened by the powerful weed I smoked and I give cosmic deep throat when I'm stoned. 

It's all too much to bear and I feel my whole being dissolve into dick-pleasure as the beginnings of an orgasm take hold. My entire world speeds up as the sensations of a world-class blow job course through my dick like the first drop on a rollercoaster. 

I've lost control of myself as my huge, urgent, dick shoves itself deeper and deeper into my throat. I'm on autopilot as my mind succumbs to the rising orgasm. My tongue laps at the inverted topside of my dick as it continues to slide back deeper in my throat. Finally, I can feel the base of my dick at my lips and the pussy juice that has run down to coat my cock. 

God I love the taste of pussy. 

I hold myself in this position, firmly forcing my groin against my own face again and again until bang, it hits. A tsunami has been building in my balls and with one final thrust I'm launching stream after stream of cum up my shaft and straight down my throat into my gullet. I can feel the dick-spasms in my throat and the cum warming my stomach. 

Shifting focus, I feel my dick spasming ferociously in waves from the base through the shaft. My orgasm continues rampant as I start to feel the need for air. I'm still spewing my load as I slide my dick out of my throat to cradle on my tongue. I can feel the cum and deepthroat spit filling it with each convulsion of my orgasm. 

Finally, I take my still firing cock out of my mouth, lay back, and splatter the last shots over my chest swinging my dick-club side to side to coat my tits which feel like they're on fire. Minutes later it's over. My breath slowly returns to normal as I play with the cum that has pooled all over my body. My nipples jut through the layer of creamy, pungent semen like cherry gumdrops on vanilla cup cakes. Every inch of my body that isn't covered in jism glistens with sweat. My semihard dick throbs and oozes residual cum as it lays across my leg almost to the knee. As I drift back to reality I become aware of the smell of patchouli and hear the Delfonics singing 'Didn't I Blow Your Mind This Time?' Taking a deep breath I survey the remains of my orgasm and start to giggle uncontrollably.



I am absolutely, completely, I've-got-a-crush-on, in love with my dick. 

In most ways I'm a total girly girl but my dick makes me feel like a Man. Twelve inches long and seven inches around with an upward curve; it is a club of throbbing power that dominates my entire world when provoked. Even a moderate hardon that can be caused as easily as a cute girl passing me at Starbucks can start my body scintillating and make it hard to focus on anything else. 

Just like guys talk about their Little Heads thinking for their Big Heads, my dick often feels like it has its own agenda. It's actually worse for me because my Big Head is a girl and my Not-So-Little Head is decidedly a dude. He can walk into a club and know that any chick that chubs him up will be screaming and coating him in her juices by the end of the night. 

So my dick is my best friend, but I also feel a maternal sense towards him. I'm proud of him. I try my best to keep him away from trouble but I know he's going to make his own mistakes and I know I'll love him anyway. All in all we make a great team and I get the best of both worlds. I can flirt and seduce like a hot girl and I can fuck like a well-hung guy.

Growing up I always thought of myself as a Dickgirl. I was born with pretty much normal female genitalia but with a notably enlarged clitoris that has always looked just like a penis. When I was young I was pretty much the same size as boys my age but when I hit puberty it took off, growing until, by the end of high school, I was well aware that I had a massive cock. 

No one knows why I have a dick or why it's so huge. There have always been suspicions that it has to do with all the mind-expanding drugs my parents were doing when my Mom was pregnant with me messing up my hormone balance or something. Doctors think whatever it was may have also affected other parts of my body more subtly because I've always had a sort of Amazon quality in my physique and muscle tone and my mind is a mercurial mix of sensual feminine and turgid masculine energies. What everyone knows for sure is that, as for me, I have always seen it as a blessing and never a curse. 

I pretty much completely avoided the teasing and bullying children reserve for kids who are different. From a young age I realized that my penis made me unique and my parents took it as some kind of mystical good omen so they were very cool with it. To my pediatrician's surprise they never treated it as a medical situation that needed to be addressed, it was a unique and auspicious part of their beautiful daughter. I also learned early that it could be a source of great pleasure so it took on oversize almost mystical properties for me as well. It never occurred to me that it was anything other than the best thing in the world.

And it made the world seem like a very good place to me.

An attractive girl with a very optimistic outlook, generous spirit, and tons of positive energy is a force to be reckoned with. I've found that few can resist my smile and a wink can raise most people's heart rate. Add to that a potent sexual presence that can glimmer between masculine and feminine and maybe it's not so surprising that very few people have a problem with my horsecock.

In fact, most people think it's pretty cool that I have a big dick. Guys still find me attractive and don't feel somehow gay when attracted to a chick with a dick. Even straight guys find its power sexy not disturbing like they might if confronted by a guy's big meat. 

Most of the guys with whom I've fucked have been fascinated by it. They generally know I have a dick well before they see it unwrapped which eases the shock of finding a sexy cute girl that's got the biggest dick they've ever seen. They'll stroke it while they fuck me doggie style or I bounce the shit out of them reverse cowgirl. They say it's kind of like jacking themselves off and it makes them feel like they have a huge dick of their own. Lots of them blow me and more than a few take as much as they can up their ass. It's kinda funny how attaching a massive dick to a hot chick turns guys on to cock. 

Girls just fucking love my dick. They think it's the coolest thing ever. A beautiful, sexy, near freakishly big cock attached to a soft, sexy cool girl with nice tits. Some want a fuck buddy some want a lover but all of them want my dick and their sexual feelings never seem to interfere with our friendships. It's kinda funny how attaching a massive dick to a hot chick puts girls into a sharing mood. 

So all in all I feel like I live a fairly blessed life filled with satisfying relationships and tons of sex of all sorts with pretty much anyone who suits my fancy. The only real problem with my life at this moment is that I'm covered in cum and it's dangerously close to getting onto my sheets. 

Ugh, time to get up and clean up. I'd really prefer to savor the mellow, sexy, stoned-as-shit, post-orgasmic bliss but these are pretty nice sheets. So I take a last long toke on my joint and head for the bathroom. I turn up the shower until it's steamy and jump in before too much cum hits the floor. Under the water I use my fingers like squeegees on the accumulated cum over my breasts and down my abdomen. Based on the amount of cum pooling near the drain I just had a great orgasm; not like I didn't already know that. 

I soap up with body gel and bounce my slippery boobs through my fingers a few times until my nipples get erect again. I move on to my dick which is hanging pendulously in front of me. All of the urgency is gone but it is still moderately inflated and swings when I soap it up. My dick starts to reverse course as I wash it and begins to get firm in my hand. 

I'm just thinking maybe I need to get a little shower action going when my cell phone rings. I jump out of the shower and grab a towel as I run back to my bedroom to answer the phone. As I pick it up I see the call is from Amy my best and oldest friend in the world. I wrap the towel around my body and answer the phone.

"Hey Babe, where are you calling from?"

"I just got home. The lecture got canceled and I couldn't stand the thought of hanging around another day so I caught an earlier flight. What are you doing home on a Friday night?"

"I've been having a mellow night in. It's been a pretty hectic week and besides, my favorite girl has been away in New York."

"Mellow night in huh? Did you have your dick in your mouth when I called?"

"No, I was in the shower doing damage control."

"Sorry I missed it."

"Me too. I'm so high and sexed up right now I would love a Cuddle Buddy."

"Well, that's why I called. I can be over in about a half hour and I can't wait to fuck."

"See you then sexy."

Amy and I have been friends since nursery school. She's known about my unique asset from the innocent days when kids play doctor, before developing cooties. We lost all of our various virginities to each other over time, explored the extensive sexual permutations possible between us and I like to think we invented, or at least renamed, a couple of extreme positions. We've been best friends, fuck buddies, lovers, and partners in crime through first crushes, first kisses, first dates, and first break ups. We've helped each other learn about makeup and clothes and finer points of courtship in the modern age.

Amy's been away for about a week in New York. She's an editor for a New York-based publisher which has an office in Los Angeles. So she edits watching the Pacific Ocean through her window and travels East for occasional meetings, events, and to make sure that everything between her authors and publisher is going smoothly. 

Now I must decide what to wear to welcome her home. I let my towel drop to my feet in front of a full-length mirror in my hallway.

"What mood am I in?"

I scan my reflection in the mirror taking in my form and imagining how different options will look. I start with my face. I see my eyes, which can shift between a crystalline green and rich chocolate brown, are dark and deep in the mirror. My pupils are enlarged and liquid reflecting my deeply mellow post-orgasm high. My eyebrows are precisely shaped in arcs which normally gives me a smiling-eyes look. Tonight however my delicate, softly opened, lips and buzzed expression combined with my mussy, towel dried, short black bob hair make me feel like a sleepy sex kitten that just wants to curl up in her lover's lap. 

Appraising my boobs through that lens they look particularly soft and pendulous tonight. My nipples and areola are pretty responsive to my mood as well so at the moment they are flat and continuous with my globes giving my breasts a ripe round shape. My body is lithe and fit. I'm six feet tall with long athletic legs. They are shapely but have good definition and taper from my firm 34-inch ass. I have a bubble butt that juts out from my narrow waist, firm, squeezable, and juicy. 

Watching in the mirror, I shift hips my from a cocked open leg position to a straight hip, forward-shifted, closed-leg position standing taller through my torso and shoulders. Looking in the mirror I see a very delicate, but decidedly masculine image; a heartbreakingly beautiful boy who seems almost fragile until I notice his confident powerful dick. 

I love playing this game with myself but tonight is definitely a girly-girl night in so I return to my relaxed posture and decide on a simple pair of black stretch boyshorts that emphasize the curves of my butt stretching from just below my cheeks to just above my pubis showing the crests of my hips. A matching top which is just an eight inch-wide band of the same simple soft stretch material. It gently holds my rounded boobs in showing luscious cleavage above and just hiding their underslopes as it is pushed off my chest below. I look so cute I just want to curl up in bed but instead I hit a few lights and roll a few fresh joints.

Just as I'm finishing up with the last joint I hear Amy letting herself in to my apartment. I put all of the goodies onto a tray and run out to see her. She's standing in my entrance wearing a trim, tailored trench coat which she has opened to reveal her body beneath. She poses there for me allowing me to take in her trim five foot eight inch frame encased in lacy white lingerie. Her bra is a sophisticated demi cup which acts as a shelf for her beautiful B cup breasts seeming to offer them to me. Her panties are a matching French cut pair that hug her hips high and create a sexy muff between her legs. Her silky blond hair is cut to between her shoulders with delicate bangs in front. 

She's just beautiful standing there for my benefit. Her smile widens and she tosses her trench coat on a chair and I continue to stare at this beautiful retro beach girl in my doorway. Her smile turns to a smirk as she steps towards me and takes a joint off the tray in my hand.

"Such a look of adoration on your face, you must have had a great orgasm."

"Yeah, I'm pretty mellow and you look so cute. Let's light up and cuddle." I purr.

"So no deep hard fucking for me tonight?" Amy pouts as she lights the joint then takes a puff from it like a cigarette.

I walk behind her and start to nibble at her left ear as I reach around with my left arm across her chest and place my right hand on her left hip. Amy holds the joint to my lips and I take a drag as I caress her gently from behind. My dick has gone from firm to erect by the time I exhale and I pull Amy back against it. She giggles and takes another pull on the joint which she leans back and shares with me in a tender, loving kiss. We tease each other's lips gently, languorously as we descend into a sensual buzz.

I take Amy's hand in mine and lead her in front of my mirror. I return to my earlier embrace of Amy and we admire ourselves. Amy's abdomen is beautifully feminine with gentle definition. Her crystal blue eyes sparkle as she begins to relax from her trip and immerse herself in the sensual evening ahead. I cup her breasts through her bra, tenderly teasing her nipples, causing them to get even more erect. I run one hand down her abdomen across her panties and gently cup her pussy. 

Amy's legs buckle a little as my cock presses into her butt as I pull back on her crotch. It's a solid bar running across my left leg just held in place by the waist of my panties and I grind it against her buns feeling the indentations it forms. I undo her bra and take it off her shoulders letting it drop to the ground. I continue to gently grind against her with my dick as I return my hands to her beautiful tanned tits. Holding her nipples gently with thumb and forefingers I caress her breasts while cooing in her ear and nibbling on her earlobe. 

Kneeling behind Amy I peel her panties down her well-shaped legs. Amy steps out of them and, returning to my embrace of her I tease my right hand down her front and reach for her pussy. I slowly extend my middle finger to her labia and before I can even touch them I am met with her fluid which I delicately spread up and down the line where her labia meet. Amy's lips respond to my caress becoming engorged and blossoming open to me. I spend minutes teasing Amy's lips with the tips of my thumb and forefinger wetting them with her own juices.




Quiet Night in for a Dickgirl



Amy's breathing is becoming deeper as I use my wet middle finger to circle the orifice of her vagina. My finger is coated in the fluids of her arousal and I suddenly flash back to the feeling of tickling my own pussy this same way an hour or so ago. With that thought I begin to moisten and I can almost feel the sensations I am creating in Amy. I tease the opening of Amy's pussy for a few minutes feeling her lubrication continue to build. Amy's legs tremble as I slowly trace her labia with my wet fingertips. Up one side and down the other occasionally returning to circling the entrance to her pussy but never penetrating her. 

I move the wet middle finger of my right hand to her clitoris and tease it with gentle touches around its sides. Amy buckles when I make contact with her clit. Her legs become weak, she bucks forward and her abdomen contracts from the stimulation. I hold her up with my left arm across her torso just below her boobs. In the mirror I can see a sex grimace on her face with narrowed eyes and a cockeyed smile. I shift my hand to cup her muff and rest my middle finger between her lips. I slowly stroke her pussy as she wets all of my fingers shifting her hips back and forth in my grasp. I build a slow rhythm pushing the heel of my hand against her lower abdomen and curling my fingertips under her pussy. 

After a few moments of my pussy massage Amy starts to spasmodically roll her hips once, twice, three times, and on the fourth she reaches back to pull me in for a kiss as a sensual orgasm rolls through her.

We kiss tenderly and familiarly as Amy slowly emerges from her orgasm. With a last little spasm of her hips she's fully back. She steps out of my embrace and gives me a smile with her sleepy, buzzed, sexed-up eyes. She leans up on her toes to give me another kiss then, noticing the impression of my fully engorged girl-cock in my shorts, takes me by the hand and leads me back to my bedroom I grab the tray of joints along the way. 

In the bedroom I place the tray on my night table while Amy approaches me from behind pressing herself against me and holding me in a gentle embrace. She reaches up to cup my breasts and enjoys their fullness through my bandeau. From behind she lifts the hem of my top away from my boobs and up over my head. She does the same with my shorts taking special care to release my penis before pulling them down.

We both get into bed and relax lazily. I am propped against the headboard and Amy is splayed out on the bed resting her head on my chest. Amy reaches over to get a joint from the tray and lights it, again taking a few puffs as if from a cigarette. Amy exhales her last pull and hands me the joint. She then crawls to the foot of the bed and watches me take a drag off the joint. I can tell her arousal is growing as the pot sinks in and she observes my dick throbbing at full erection.

I can see her licking her lips and close my eyes drifting into my buzz. I am anticipating the feeling of her tongue on my dick but instead I feel the tantalizing sensation of her tongue licking my pussy. I open my eyes to see her butt in the air and her head low to the bed allowing her to reach my pussy without poking herself in the eye with my horse cock. My juices start to flow liberally and Amy licks it up finishing with my pussy lips firmly between her lips with her tongue running up between them.

I bellow out a long moan as Amy feasts on my sloppy pussy holding my hips in her hands and mashing her face in my crotch. After a few minutes of expert pussy eating Amy sits up and scoots her butt towards me on the bed. She interlaces her legs with mine and, grabbing my cock with both hands and using it as a lever, Amy pinions herself into me so that our wet pussies are in contact. Holding tight onto the base of my cock Amy rolls her hips causing our labia to kiss and sending an excruciating tingle through my genitals. We Jill each other like that for a few minutes smearing our secretions across each other's crotches.

As is often the case when Amy is driven to arousal, the energy level in my bedroom has risen. I brace myself with my arms under my shoulders and my legs spread feet on the mattress. She is using me like a jungle gym, thrusting her pussy against mine and throwing her head back with each thrust. She shifts her hips and strokes her swampy pussy up and down my dick leaving streaks on it. 

Sweat starts to form on Amy's face and her expression shifts from tooth gritted determination to wide-eyed panic as she plunges into her intense orgasm. Her hips begin to shake involuntarily and she holds on to my cock for dear life. Amy lets out a wail as she strokes against my dick a final time and throws her legs up in the air straddling my dick. From my vantage point she looks like she's trying to do a pole vault and I suppose, in a way, that's just what she is doing.

Suddenly I lose sight of Amy between my legs. I sit up to see her writhing on my bed, her legs still trembling, eyes closed as she rides out the tail end of her orgasm. Finally, she is still. Her eyes still closed with an angelic smile on her face which is flushed and moist from sweat.

After a few moments of sweet relaxation Amy opens her eyes and announces,

"Goddamn that's some good dope."

She smiles at me as I pout.

"Sorry Babe but you're always great, your connections vary."

Having lost the contact of Amy's pussy and not having cum yet I find myself idly stroking my still hard dick. Amy notices this, sits up and complains,

"Just 'cause I'm a little mean you're going to go on without me?"

"You can join in as soon as you catch you're breath," I tease.

Suddenly Amy is up on top of me climbing up my body. I can feel her still wet pussy dragging along my cock as she comes to rest boob to boob on me. With a twinkle in her eyes she pulls me in for a kiss. Her body is moist from sweat and her kisses are tender little nips.

Amy sits up, reaches behind her, and takes hold of my anxious cock. She tickles its bulbous head up and down her labia getting it nice and wet. I can tell she's still really primed because her pussy is so wet I can hear her moving my cock around the entrance to her pussy.

Satisfied with the positioning, Amy sits up on my dick and smoothly slides back and down on it taking it in one endless stroke. Amy lets out a long purr as my cock fills her, invading her body and stretching her pussy. Fully impaled on my cock, Amy leans forward and shifts her hips forcing her clit against my pubis. She lets out a grunt and ruts her crotch against mine stuffing my dick as far into her cunt as possible. 

Satisfied I am as deep as I can get, Amy sits backs and rolls her hips back and forth, round and round, on my cock. I admire her body as she rides me casually. Her boobs are softer than mine and a little more pendulous, riding further down on her chest. I think they are the most beautiful things in the world swaying in time with her hip's movements. I reach out and caress them, holding them up and away from her chest. I gently grab both nipples and rub them against the pads of my thumbs.

Amy leans down to give me a kiss and asks,

"Can we do Apollo 13?"

Her face is inches from my mine and I can see her mischievous smile as she continues to bounce on my cock keeping it deep and wet.

I roll my eyes but smile and nodding say,

"Houston, we've got a problem."

I reach behind my head to grab a pillow and hand to Amy. She gets her feet below her ass and duck walks over my legs rotating to face away from me. Keeping my dick in her, she squats over my legs while I raise my butt off the bed. Amy leans forward and reaches behind her to stuff the pillow under my ass then sits back up on me. In this position Amy is on her knees with her thighs extended, my dick deep inside her. My is ass held eights inches of the bed by the pillow at just the right height for Amy to socket herself on me sitting straight up with her knees by my hips. 

Amy wiggles her hips to get settled on my dick and slides down another half inch on me to realize the position we like to call Launch Pad. Satisfied that she is well seated on me she starts to shift her weight in circles grinding my dick against the walls of her pussy. I feel her wet lips tickling around the base of my dick, leaking into my crotch. I put my hands on Amy's waist and picking up on the rhythm of her movements I throw her around the circle. 

The sensation of her pussy rotating on my dick while her ass rests on my abdomen and her pussy leaks around the base causes me to grimace in pleasure and I start to flex my butt. I hold on to Amy's waist and throw her down on my dick in opposition to my thrusting, banging her into my crotch. My dick has become fully aroused now and I am in its throes. My consciousness is taken over by the sensation of my dick thrusting into Amy as she starts bouncing aggressively up and down on it.

I need more. I am becoming delirious with the feeling of my dick deep in Amy's pussy but I need more. I feel like throwing Amy off of me and screaming while I beat my chest like King Kong. Instead, I grab Amy tightly by the hips and rotate her forcefully in my crotch. It feels like I'm wrenching Amy's pussy with my increasingly frantic dick. Amy continues to bounce up and down on me while I swing her in increasing circles causing unpredictable jolts of contact between our genitals inflicting waves of bliss through us both.

Amy is like a rag doll on me, her upper body flopping around. Our frenzied movements have brought me near climax and I'm pumping Amy with greater and greater ardor causing her to squeal each time our groins slap together. Caught up in the sexual vortex, Amy's thighs start to spasm uncontrollably throwing herself against the root of my dick and causing a rumble deep in her throat.

Responding to an unspoken cue I raise up to full extension. My ass as far off the bed as possible with Amy pasted to my crotch, her legs almost fully extended. I hold us there for a few seconds soaking in the sensation of my excited dick essentially bearing Amy's full weight.

I slowly lower us back to the pillow and, grabbing Amy tightly around the waist, raise her off of me until I can feel the ridge of my cock head teasing the mouth of her pussy. I let go of Amy's waist, she takes a deep breath and announces,

"Tee minus 10," and drops at full force onto me.

Amy let's out a howl as she slides down the length of my dick and lands on me with a wet slap. She raises back up to full extension and, in more of a pant, lets out,

"Nine," and slams herself down again. She starts a rhythm counting down at the top of each thrust and screaming as she drops herself on me feeling my shaft fill her completely, banging her G spot on the way down.

I feel Amy's wet pussy embrace my dick as she plies it into herself. I spasm as the turgid veins along my dick slide seemingly endlessly into her pussy and induce me to start moaning as I feel my orgasm build.

As Amy's countdown hits three the orgasm that has been mounting in her begins to crash through her and she loses all control of her body. I grasp Amy's body holding her up under her arms. I take over the count with my final thrusts,

"Two," and I can feel the semen starting to rumble at the base of my now furious fuck club.

As I scream, "One" at the top of my lungs I throw Amy down on my cock one last time and feel a torrent of semen jettison from the head of my dick deep into her. I have my arms wrapped around her hips to force her into me as wave after wave of semen pulses from deep within me into her core.

Amy is bawling from the overwhelming sensations. She's been sobbing in ecstasy and squirting her sweet girl cum on each stroke ever since I triggered her G spot.

I continue to stroke into Amy holding her limp panting body in place on top of me. She has collapsed onto me laying back against me as I spasm through a final few spurts of cum.

I hold on to Amy's tits feeling her chest expand with her deep breaths. I continue to slow-stroke her enjoying the drained, relaxing, post-orgasm idyll. My dick is still semi-hard and we both enjoy it slowly tracing the contours of Amy's pussy.

Finally, we both recognize it's time to disengage and Amy slowly gets up from my cock which slaps wetly on my stomach. Amy keeps her butt in the air and backs up on me dragging her tits across me and leaving a trail of our mixed juices across my body.

Amy nestles her leaking pussy in my face and I greedily attach myself to her, slurping through her swampy muff. I chew gently on her labia while catching a volume of cum and swallow as it continues to seep into my mouth.

Amy's head is resting on the pillow still sticking out from under my ass and her face rests against my satisfied chub. She's nestling in with it like a kitten and purring absently as I continue to clean out her battered pussy.

"We better get some sleep, we've got a big night tomorrow," 

I whisper as I lean back from Amy's pussy. In response, I hear her softly snoring; asleep with her lips around the head of my girl-dick.

Not bad for a quiet night in.



Quiet, Please



Don't you just hate these people who think the whole world revolves around them and what they want? Don't they realise that it really revolves around me? Just kidding. I don't think that, but you know the sort of person I mean.

I ran into one of these types when I was off camping the other week. It was the off season and there were only the two sites in use, mine and one just across the track from me. I was by myself but the other site was a family. There was a slightly older man, a young woman, quite pretty, and a couple of rug-rats. 

I first noticed the woman when I heard her giving the man what for. She was really laying down the law. I saw him heading off towards the local town and the pub a little later and he looked happy to be going and I suspected that he'd stay there until late.

It was evening and we were having a nice long twilight. I was sitting in front of my tent listening to music. I wasn't playing it loudly, and it's not as though it was heavy metal or something like that. It was classical music. I like symphonies and marches and such. So sue me.

Like I said, I was just sitting there listening, enjoying the cool breeze after the hot day, relaxing in the countryside.

And then little miss 'it's my world' came barging out of her caravan and stomping over to my little tent.

"Turn off that bloody racket," she snarled. "I've just put my kids to bed and I want silence while they go to sleep."

"Good luck with that," I thought, listening to a kookaburra screaming its head off.

"Actually," I quietly informed her, "the music currently playing is Brahms Lullaby. If anything, it'll put your kids to sleep." 

"It's far too loud," she snapped at me. "You'll have to turn it off until the morning. I can't have that sort of racket keeping me and the kids awake half the night."

I considered the matter. Was I playing too loudly and disturbing the peace? No. I wasn't. She was being unreasonable.

"Piss off, lady," I politely told her. "The music stays."

I assumed that would be the end of the matter, but no.

"Are you going to turn that off or not?" she demanded.

"Not."

Would you believe the silly bitch reached over and turned my player off? Talk about gall. I promptly turned it back on and told her to leave it alone.

She started breathing hard. 

"Do you know who I am?" she demanded.

"Don't know and don't care," I said. "The music stays on."

That rotten bitch picked up my player and slammed it back down and the music died. She smiled at me.

"The music stays off," she said. "See my husband about getting that thing replaced. He'll buy you a decent player."

I'd had a decent player. It might not have looked much but it gave excellent sound. Now I'd have to go to the trouble of replacing it. Who the hell did this woman think she was? No personal responsibility, I noticed. Her husband would replace it. Not her.

But she was about to find out that when some accounts fall due you have to pay them.

I caught up to her before she was even halfway back to her caravan. 

"Lady, that was my property you smashed," I snarled.

She tried to brush me off.

"I said my husband will pay for it. See him when he gets here. Don't bother me," she said, a very dismissive tone in her voice.

Rotten bitch. I still had a hold of her arm and she was jerking on it irritably. I looked her over. Quite pretty, and lightly dressed, due to the warm weather.

"Let's see how you like your things being damaged," I said, speaking quietly.

I took the front of her blouse and just tipped it straight down, leaving her with a rag. I tried the same with her skirt but it didn't tear. It did however come down, pooling around her ankles. She was effectively left standing there in a sexy matched set of panties and bra.

She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, not knowing what to say. I was feeling really nasty and had no intention of letting her off the hook just yet.

"If you scream, you'll wake the kiddies, and you wouldn't want that, would you," I said, and I proceeded to drop her panties and remove her bra, leaving her standing there stunned and really quite appealing.

She was also silent. Apparently she was serious about not making any noise in case it woke the rug-rats.

"It seems to me that as I can't listen to music right now, I'll have to make my own entertainment, and guess what. That's you."

She was half-heartedly trying to cover her charms, flicking little glances at her caravan, apparently wondering if she should make a dash for it.

"What do you mean?" she asked me, speaking quietly and a little nervously.

"Well, since I have nothing else to do, and seeing you're standing here naked with nothing to do, I thought I'd just lay you on this grass, with lay being the operative word."

She almost choked on her reply.

"Are you trying to tell me you're going to rape me right here in the middle of the camping ground? Out in the open where anyone might come past and see us?"

"Rape is such a harsh word," I said. "Let's just call it making music of a different kind."

"You can't do it," she protested. "My husband will be back at any moment. He'll fix you up."

"After the hard time you gave him, your husband is more likely to take one look at what's going on and then sneak away and wait until I've finished playing," I said. 

"Oh, one thing, try to keep the noise down while I entertain you. Don't want to wake the kiddies."

I pulled down on the arm I was holding and she sank down onto the grass without resisting. I stood over her, daring her to move, and stripped off. The thought of taking her had already given me an erection so she had a nice little treat to look at when my pants went down.

I nudged her foot, indicating that she should move her legs apart and she did so. I knelt between them and showed her how to raise her knees and spread wide to allow me freer entry. Not that she showed much appreciation for the advice. You can't please some people.

With her nicely positioned, I eased forward, had her hold her lips apart (while she whined at having to do it), and then slid easily into place within her. She felt good. She was nice and tight and oddly enough hot and wet. I gave her a few good pumps to get the feel of her, then stopped.

"You know, this doesn't feel right," I told her as I withdrew, and for a few moments she looked relieved.

"Why don't you roll onto you tummy and lift your bottom up," I suggested. "We'll see if that feels better."

She didn't look too pleased but she rolled over and humped her bottom into the air quite nicely. I patted her bottom and told her she was doing well, and while she was still seething from that I pushed firmly into her again. She actually squealed a little this time, and as a reward I gave her half a dozen vigorous strokes before I stopped again.

I pulled free again and I could swear I heard her grinding her teeth together.

"I know what's wrong," I said, settling onto the ground next to her. "You did the crime but I'm the one putting all the effort into extracting a little retribution. It will be more appropriate if you settle down on me and play some pipe music. Or should we call it an organ recital." 

She would have loved to jump to her feet and bolt, but I still managed to keep a grip on one arm. Muttering to herself she straddled me, eased me into position and then sank down onto me.

Now I relaxed and let her do the work and she went about it in fine style. She leaned forward until her nipples were just grazing my chest and then she started to bob up and down on my cock. The woman had an amazing talent. She somehow set her breasts to swinging from side to side, her nipples bushing through the hair on my chest while she slid up and down my pole in fine style. 

That woman was a pole dancer of the finest kind and I was getting the fruits of her experience. 

Normally I like to be in charge when with a woman and with any woman other than this one I'd have rolled over, flipping her onto her back and under me and let drive. But in this case, who can improve on perfection? I finally knew exactly what her husband saw in her, and I don't blame him a bit for letting her rule the roost.

She bounced, she twirled, she gyrated and spun, or that was the impression she gave to my enthusiastic cock. She drove me mad in the first few heady moments and after that I just lay back and enjoyed the performance. 

She wouldn't have been human if her sensual performance hadn't affected her as well. I was watching her face, sort of by accident as my main attention was on her bouncing breasts, and I could see her eyes glazing as she lost herself in feeling. What her pussy was doing to me, my cock was returning with interest, and she was now totally enthusiastic about paying her debts.

I couldn't control my reaction and I could feel a volcano stirring in my loins. When it exploded a hot stream of lava jetted up and out of me and my rider screamed and seemed to just clamp down on me. Please note, when I say she screamed, it certainly looked as though she was screaming, but she was still totally silent. Afraid to wake the kids, I guess.

It didn't really matter. My little lesson in retribution seemed to have come to a successful conclusion and as soon as both of us were capable of moving I was willing to let her go.

It took a few minutes of just lying there, but finally she managed to get to her feet. She looked down at me, gathered up the remains of her clothes, looked at me again, shook her head and walked slowly back to her caravan.

Being me, I had to get the last word in.

"I'll be here for several more days," I told her. "Not having my music I'm going to have to find something else to do in the evenings."

She gave me a quick indignant look and moved faster towards her caravan. Tomorrow evening could prove interesting, as long as her old man went to the pub again.