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Reunited

By: kamala



It's been soo long since we've been together. I don't even remember exactly how long it has been...but you've been on my mind lately. Everything somehow seems to make me think of you so I decided to call you. You are pleasantly surprised by my invitation to dinner. I ask you to arrive at my house at eight. You say that will give you plenty of time to get home from work, change and make it to my house for our evening out. I smile to myself as I hang up the phone. You have no idea what I have planned for you.

I decided to skip work as I wrote out a list of things I needed for the evening. I intend to make this an evening that you would not forget. I finished my shopping in record time and returned home in time prepare for your arrival. I call you just before you leave the office.

'Hello, Ian.' 'Elaina, I was just thinking about you.' 'You have been on my mind as well. I'm looking forward to tonight.' 'Me too. I can hardly wait to see you.' I laugh softly and reply, 'Just see me?' 

I hang up the phone and leave you wondering what exactly I have planned. Your curiosity gets the best of you and you arrive at my door one-half hour early; but I am ready....more than ready for you.

I open the door and you are surrounded by my arms and the scent of my perfume as I greet you with a long kiss before pulling you inside. Your eyes quickly scan the room and take in the fire in the fireplace, mounds of cushions in front of the fire, the chilled champagne, the flowers and candles decorating the room, and the soft music playing before resting your eyes on my silk covered body. I can feel your excitement increase as you realize that we will not be leaving the house. No words are necessary. We both want the same thing.

As I lead you into the dimly lit room, you gasp at the sight before your eyes. My gown is almost translucent as I stand before the low burning fire in the fireplace. You can see that am I only wearing a gown that leaves little to your imagination. 

Your senses are quickly captivated by all that surrounds you. The sights, scents and sounds all serve to stimulate the mood of seduction. You walk towards me and take me into your arms, pulling me willingly against your body. Our chests, hips, and thighs are pressed against each other as our lips come together once again to kiss with remembered and renewed passion. Our tongues mate, entwine, and mimic the rhythm our bodies will soon follow as we complete our dance of passion.

You seem to pull me even closer to you as you feel my nipples harden against your chest. Your hands run down the small of my back and come to rest on my buttocks. You move my hips further into yours as your manhood swells through your pants. We are both breathing harder,almost panting as we continue to kiss. It feels so good to finally be with you again. I don't want our kiss to end....but I want much, much more from you.

You must be thinking the same thing since you suddenly pull away and slide the flimsy gown I am wearing off my arms and down my body. I step forward, kicking the gown aside as I begin unbuttoning your shirt. I am trembling with excitement. Your shirt comes off slowly as I pause to kiss each bit of skin exposed by the parted buttons of your shirt. Can you feel the smile on my lips when I kiss you, as I hear you calling my name?

Your shirt is finally off and I start to remove your pants. I pull them down slowly and they drop to the floor. I caress your hardness briefly before removing your briefs. We stand before each other, totally naked, shaking not from cold, but from anticipation of what the night holds for us. You pull me towards you and we begin kissing again, but I find it hard to get as close, because of the obstruction protruding from your loins. I motion towards the cushions scattered around us and we slide to the floor. 

The feel of your naked flesh against mine overwhelms me and I am flooded with desire. 

'I want you now, Ian......Come to me' I whisper into your ear. 'Patience, Elaina. I'll be here all night. I promise that we will be well satisfied before the night ends.'

You kiss me as you take one of my breasts in your hand to caress and tease my already erect nipples. I moan aloud with pleasure as your mouth soon follows and you begin to suckle me. My other breast is pleasured by your fingertips as your continue to feast upon my breasts. You switch your mouth from one to the other, driving me further and further up pleasure's path. 

You then begin working your way down my stomach, kissing and nibbling as you go. My patience comes to an end when your face rests on my pubic mound and I feel your breath teasing the lips of my wet vagina. I push you backwards, so that you are lying on your back with your erection throbbing its excitement in the air. I straddle your body with my lips just over your hard cock. Your mouth is just below my hot, wet pussy.

'Let's do this together, lover' you hear just before I enclose your cock in my mouth. My lips surround your shaft. I'm stroking it with my mouth and tongue. I bite gently on the shaft as my suction grows stronger, harder. I hum around your cock as I insert it further down my throat. I knead your balls between my fingers as I remove your cock from my mouth to lick it, caress is with my tongue. I lick pre-cum from your tip and reinsert your cock in my mouth just as you begin kissing the lips of my vagina, and sliding your tongue just inside me. We both feast on each others love juices as our mouths move together, licking, sucking, biting, tasting each other. You taste so sweet and good; but I must have you inside me. I pull away from you and recline on my back.

'Come to me, Ian. Fill me.'

You rise above me, your patience at last at an end. Our mouths meet as you push your swollen, throbbing organ inside me. I gasp as you completely enter me. Even though it has been so long, you slide in so smoothly, filling me to the limit. You begin to move within me, very slowly at first... to be sure that I have adjusted to having you inside me again. As I begin to move with you, your strokes become longer and faster, almost pulling out of me before entering me again. The head of your cock comes right to the lips of my pussy, before you plunge in as deep as it will go. You slide your hands under my buttocks, as you drill deep inside me. I begin to arch my back, coming up to meet your every thrust. 

I fit tightly around your throbbing tool. It feels so good inside me. It's all I can do to hold back. I reach between your legs and grasp your swollen testicles, massaging them gently, as you continue to thrust deep inside me. I can hold back no longer and I scream out with delight. My whole body arches, and writhes with pleasure. My orgasms come in waves, one after another, as you continue your loving task with increased speed. I feel your cock swell even bigger and know that you are about to explode. You stiffen and I feel your hot love juices filling me and overflowing onto the cushions beneath us. 

As we begin to come down from our soaring heights, you bend down and kiss me softly. We lay there, savoring the moment, with you still buried deep inside me.

Reunited



Leyland Wolfden was the Alpha of the Wolfden pack; he had taken over as Alpha from his father 500 years ago, after his father had been killed in a border dispute with a rival pack. Things were so much different now, more peaceful. All the different races of beings no longer stopped interspecies mating which was a good thing since he was mated to a vampire.

"Come to bed my love!" Leyland whispered in her ear taking her into his arm and kissing her, with all the love and passion he felt for her.

"Mmm! What has you stirred up tonight?" She moaned in response.

"I can sense our child within you, my love and mean to celebrate!" He winked at her.

"Well don't let me stop you!" She giggled.

Leyland laid her down on their bed, slowly removed her clothing kissing every inch of skin as he exposed it. He stripped himself in a flash, then started to trail kisses down her willing body. He nipped and kissed her lush lips and sucked her beautiful perfect breasts. He couldn't help but smile when he thought about the child that would soon be sucking these same breasts. 

He finally came to her hot waiting lower lips and ran his tongue from her little star to her clit. She moaned her pleasure, his cock twitched with every delightful noise she made. He latched onto her clit and rolled his tongue around the hard nub then sucked it into his mouth; it took only moments before Bridget reached her first orgasm. 

Leyland rose up and moved up her body and smiled his gaze full of love as he slowly aimed his aching rock hard cock to the place it desired to be surrounded by her warm sheath. He groaned as he slowly enter her welcoming body. He slow movements caressing her, building her up to another explosion. She moaned louder as he picked up speed he kissed her passionately as he reached his limit and released his seed into her as she climaxed. 

He lowered himself beside her and wrapped his arms around her snuggling her close to him so that her back was to his chest as they slept with his hand on her stomach and a contented smile on his face.

Leyland sighed as he sat in his office looking out the window, watching as Bridget lay under a tree reading she was stunning. She had beautiful strawberry blond hair. Her hazel eyes always seemed full of joy, and shinning with so much love for him. Her delicious body made many a man drool and envy him. 

They had only one problem and that was her mother. She had never been able to come to terms with the fact that Bridget had fallen in love with a werewolf. It had been the cause of many arguments between them. She wanted Bridget to leave Leyland and come back to their own kind. Betty just couldn't accept that Bridget was going to spend the rest of her life with him.

Things seemed to change when Betty discovered that Bridget was pregnant. She would come to visit and seemed to have had a complete change of heart. Although Leyland had his doubts he let it pass, as she was Bridget's mother he would try and get along. 

Leyland absolutely adored his little baby girl, Celeste was the apple of his eye. His joy was immeasurable he spent every night reading her bedtime stories, until Bridget would come and get him. They would kiss her goodnight and retire to their own bed for a night of showing each other how much they loved each other.

Celeste was having a blast! She had shifted into her wolf for the first time and her mom and dad were taking her for a run in the forest. They had told her how proud they were of her ability to change so quickly and that she was a beautiful wolf. She had a beautiful golden coat with white paws. 

Her dad thought she was the most beautiful wolf he had ever seen apart from her mother offcourse. She had her loving parents and she had her Mick. She had spent ever available moment with him, he would help her with her school work and they spent hours just talking. Her wolf had already told her that he would be her mate one day. Life was perfect!

Then on Celeste's tenth birthday Betty came to visit. She suggested Bridget and Celeste come on a trip supposedly to see a friend. On the long drive north she stopped the car and asked Bridget to take a walk with her so they could talk. 

"I am taking Celeste to live with me, with her own kind!" she said.

"She is with her own kind, she is a were!" Bridget glared at her mother in disbelief as her mother attacked her. Her mother was a powerful vampire and overpowered her very quickly. She saw her own death in her mother's crazed eyes and prayed that her beloved Leyland would be able to rescue her Celeste from her mother.

A single tear trickled down her cheek, as she thought of not seeing her mate and child. Who knows how long it would be, before she would be reincarnated and come back to her soul mate. Then the light in her eyes faded and she was not more.

Her mother gazed down at her with a pleased smirk on her face. Then turned to go back to the car and saw her terrified grandchild staring in shock, unable to move the sight of her mother killed by her grandmother was just too much for her and her mind gave into blackness!

Her grandmother had told King Victor Everlust that her daughter had gone mad. That she was forced to take her grandchild away for her own protection. How she thought having her raised there with her vampire family would help her get over the shock.

King Victor agreed to let her stay but was suspicious when she said the child's father should not know where she is as he would want to harm her as he blames the child for his mate's illness. 

That was ten years ago, now Celeste is a beautiful twenty year old woman. She has waist length strawberry blonde hair like her mother. Her stunning pale grey eyes are like a mirror image of her dads. Her trim shapely body turns many a males head. She had done exceptionally well in her training to control her abilities. She has been blessed with the abilities of the vampire, but not the thirst. She was a true hybrid with the abilities of both her parents. 

She could move in shadows unseen by humans. She can also use mind control. Has exceptional speed and strength. She has the were sense of smell, hearing and the ability to shift to wolf, which fascinates her uncle Victor. The king enjoys taking early morning runs with Celeste while she was in wolf form through the forest on the his property. 

Celeste has become very close to her uncle, it had been her uncle that had been responsible for her grandfather's death centuries ago. It was one of the reasons that he had let Betty have her way so often, but lately he had doubted her stories about her daughter's madness. It was when he once again had questioned Betty about the day she had bought Celeste to live with them, that she had become more and more agitated. Her answers became more hesitant and he accused her lying to him. She went crazy and attacked him with claws and fangs and screeching loudly, but he was stronger and faster ending her life in a single blow.

With Betty's death the block that she had placed on Celeste's memory disappeared. She had let Celeste believe that her parents had died. Therefore coming to live with her vampire family. Every time Celeste had wanted to talk to Mick or go back and visit the pack, she had subtly taken that thought away. Now it all came back to Celeste, she screamed, and ran to her uncle and fell sobbing into his arms. 

It took him twenty minutes to finally get Celeste to calm down and tell him what really happened. She told him of the day her life fell apart and she had lost her mom. He held her cradled in his arms for hours and cursed the day that he had listened to Betty. If only he had gone with his gut instincts, and called Leyland for confirmation of her story. Then his beautiful niece would not have spent ten years away from her father. He had to fix this NOW! As much as he would hate losing his little princess she needed to go home to her dad.

King Victor escorted her to the airport himself after he had contacted Leyland, who had never stopped searching for her. He told her that her dad would be waiting for her when she landed. He also told Celeste that she always had a home there with him anytime she wanted. That he was so sorry for what his sister had done to her. Had he known the truth he would have taken her back to her dad straight away.

"Goodbye my little princess, I will miss you!" He said as he hugged her close.

Home

Leyland arrived hours early, he paced back and forth he had been waiting so long to find his precious girl. Searching for Celeste had been the only thing keeping him going, since losing his precious mate, not being able to find Celeste had been torture. Now he would finally get her back, she would be all grown up now. He had missed so much; he ached to hold her in his arms again. Then he stop dead in his tracks when the scent hit him, one he knew so well. He turned around slowly and stared as he saw his own eyes stare back at him, and then he heard her say the one word he had not heard in ten years. Tears welled up in his eyes.

"Daddy!" Celeste cried and leapt into his waiting arms tears streaming down her face.

They stood there for what seemed like hours clinging to each other never wanting to let go.

"My sweet precious girl! I have missed you so much!" He said planting kisses all over her face, inhaling deeply as did Celeste. 

"Let's go home sweetie!" He said wrapping his arms around her, he lead her to the black SUV. He was beside himself with joy. He had his baby back he couldn't believe it.

Leyland spent the long trip home listening to what had happened to his girl over the past ten years. From her shock at seeing her grandmother kill her mom. The training she had received and her sifting to go for an early morning run with her uncle. Then her uncle taking her to the airport. 

He was interested to hear of her abilities. He told her he was looking forward to going for a run with her, and having her join them in the pack hunt on the full moon. Celeste was overjoyed to finally be going home. 

The betas with him couldn't stop the smiles at seeing their leader so happy for the first time in years. The whole pack had felt the loss of their Alpha's mate and their beloved child. Now while still missing Alpha Bridget they had young Celeste back, and she was absolutely stunning, there would be much to celebrate.

Celeste got out of the car when they arrived at the compound. She slowly walked towards the house that had been the source of so much joy in her life. A place where she had felt the warmth of being surrounded in the love of her parents and the whole pack. She felt tears trickle down her cheeks, at knowing her mother would not be there.

"Oh, dad! I missed home so much!" She whispered as he came and put his arms around her.

"Your home now sweetie, and that's all that matters!" He said. The pack come out to great their long lost family member. Everyone wanted to hug and scent her getting re- acquainted with her sent. Celeste felt the joy and love cover her like a warm blanket, as the pack showed her how much they had missed her and loved her; she looked into their eyes and was overcome by the feeling love emanating from them.

Then the door to the house opened. Standing in front of her was her Mick, the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He looked amazing with his long blonde hair. Pale blue/grey eyes. Tall muscled body he was just perfection. Her wolf was wagging her tail and rolling over onto her back in submission. Sending her the message loud and clear screaming in her head MINE! MINE!

Mick was just as stunned when his gaze met hers. He had known since her birth that she was his mate. Then she had been taken and he was as desperate as his alpha to get her back. Now the wait for her to mature before he could claim her was over. Now here she was standing in front of him, she was so stunning she took his breath away. His wolf was salivating and wanted nothing more than to claim her before someone else beat him to it!

He walked up to Celeste and locked eyes with her. No one said anything Leyland just smiled he had known she was the true mate of his second in command. He stood back and the pack followed suit letting Mick have this moment.

Mick smiled and gazed into her eyes in adoration, then spoke one word that made her heart skip a beat and her wolf howl with delight! "MINE!" To which she replied "YOURS!" With that he took her in his arms kissed her passionately. 

The pack broke out in loud howls and cheers. As much as Mick's wolf wanted to mate with her then and there, his other half convinced him to let her settle for a few days, and wait for the full moon to mate her. That was the plan but Celeste had other plans! She took his hand and led him to her room, looking back at her dad and giving him a smile. He gave a little nod to say go ahead I can wait. 

Mick didn't need any more incentive he picked her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down in the centre of the bed, than laid beside her. He kissed her it was full of passion and left no doubt as to his feelings for her. Celeste started to unbutton his shirt; he stopped her and stood and stripped in record time then denuded her. He had waited twenty years to claim her, and didn't want to wait a minute longer.

Slowly he leaned down and kissed her tenderly. "I love you so much, I have waited so long for you to come back to me, my sweet Cels!" He whispered in her ear. Then slowly licked and kissed his way down her neck, nibbled at the spot he would mark her as his in a while. He slowly moved down her body.

All Celeste could do was moan in pleasure at the heavenly sensations. Mick engulfed her nipple into his warm wet mouth, twirling his tongue around and enticing moans of pleasure from her lips. While using his hand to caress the other.

"More! "She whispered breathlessly.

Mick moved lower down her body, as his cock ached to enter her. He wanted to prepare her first, so he slowly licked her lower lips. He pushed his tongue deep into her warm channel; she groaned grabbing his hair holding him closer enjoying the sensation. He moved to lick and nibble and suck her clit while inserting his finger into her wet core. He could feel her barrier, and felt the primal pleasure of knowing he would be the only one to ever have the pleasure of entering her. 

She was his and his alone. He could feel her first orgasm building, with his ministrations on her hard button. He could feel her channel start to tremble knowing she had not noticed that he now had three fingers inside her. His finger felt as if they were going to be crushed as she exploded, her channel griped his fingers like a vice. 

He extended one nail into a claw and carefully broke her barrier, so when he entered her body the pain would be less. He gazed into Celeste's eyes and smiled at the look of pleasure there. He carefully lined his seeping cock to her pussy and as gently and possible pushed inside. Going slow as not to cause undue pain, he let out a groan of pure pleasure when he was finally seated fully. 

He started moving faster once she had adjusted to his girth and length, as he was blessed in the cock department. He was getting close to completion and so was Celeste as they both orgasmed he sunk his teeth into her shoulder where it met her neck and released his seed to bathe her insides. Celeste lengthened her k9s and sank her teeth into Mick's shoulder at the same time he did to claim him as he was claiming her. They moved to their sides and cuddled and fell into a deep sated sleep.

Leyland couldn't be happier he had his beloved Celeste back. She had a her mate; the compound once again was a place of peace and happiness. One day he knew his beautiful Bridget would be coming back to him, the other half of his soul would find him again, and this time nothing would take her away!

Since his Celeste was half vampire and to honour her mother, it was decided to have a family wedding. He invited King Victor and his family to celebrate the joining of Celeste and Mick. The king was overjoyed at the chance to come and visit. To see his beloved niece and meet the man who had her heart. The celebration continued for three days. King Victor attended all the festivities, the bond between the two families was closer now his sister is no more.

Twelve months later.

Leyland sat in the great room of the main house watching his grandchildren. The twins loved spending time with their granddad; Bridget and James were blessed with long blonde hair and pale grey eyes that they shared with their mother and grandfather. They were going to be stunning when they grow up. He sat back in his chair and sighed and enjoyed the simple pleasure of watching them play, and listening to the sound of their laughter echoing though the house.



Reunited



Authors note:

Thanks to blackstallion21 and Nick_Caesar11 for editing and critiquing this piece for me. I hope you enjoy...

Chris stood lost in the throng of people milling around him. It was early June and Miami International Airport was jumping. Families ran here and there, some late for their flights, others desperately trying to locate their belongings amongst the jumbled heaps of luggage on the conveyor belts. The cacophony from overhead speakers spewing flight announcements over the crowd was nearly deafening. He hated the airport, but he didn't want his niece taking a taxi either.

His mind wandered back a few weeks as he waited. His older sister Michelle had called him wanting to know if her daughter Jessica could stay with him for the summer. She was studying Oceanography at UCLA and it seemed that she would be spending the summer in Florida on some kind of internship and needed a place to crash.

Chris had objected immediately; he hadn't left California on a high note, and he hadn't seen or spoken to Jessica since moving to south Florida six years ago. The thought of having to face his niece, and undoubtedly her questions, after all these years terrified him. But ultimately after some cajoling from Michelle, mixed with her threatening him with dismemberment, he had agreed to let her stay.

Growing up, Chris and Jessica had always had a close relationship due to how close in age they were. His two sisters, Michelle and Diana, were both much older than he was. Diana's two girls were older, and had lived further away in San Francisco. Jessica, however, had been born exactly three years and five days after Chris and grew up only a few blocks away, so they developed a natural bond. Most people mistook them for cousins, and for quite a while that was what they told people. They spent every waking moment together, and when Michelle had gone through her second divorce in three years Jessica had stayed with Chris and his parents for eighteen months.

Through everything, good times and bad, there had always been Chris and Jessica, until Chris had a run in with some lowlife gang bangers. They put him in the hospital, and threatened to kill him if they ever saw his face again. So, as soon as he turned eighteen Chris had moved to Florida for college. Jessica was still a sophomore in high school at the time and they hadn't seen each other since.

He could still remember riding around their old neighborhood on bicycles, getting into all kinds of innocent trouble. She had always been just 'one of the guys'.

Now he stood there, scanning the crowd for her familiar face. He didn't really know what to look for. When he left she had been a shy teenager, visibly uncomfortable in her own skin. She dressed like a tomboy; long brown hair in a perpetual pony tail and thick glasses perched on her nose. She was a girl that put her school life before her social life. Her mother had told him that Jess had been the valedictorian of her class; no surprise there.

A light tap on his shoulder startled him, and as he turned a petite raven haired young woman leapt into his arms, nearly knocking him over.

"Chris!" she squealed with delight.

"Whoa, take it easy," he said laughing, "You almost bowled me over, girl."

She planted a kiss directly on his mouth "Thank you soooo much for letting me stay with you!"

"Hey, you know, it's nothing," he told his niece as he sat her down.

Chris held her at arms length and took in the view. She looked nothing like the teenager he had last seen four years ago. Jessica had matured more than he could have imagined. She stood about 5'3", with a very compact, toned body sporting an almost flawless tan. Her hair, dyed black without a ponytail in sight, framed her face, dropping just below her jaw line in a sexy wedge cut. Her green eyes sparkled as she smiled up at her uncle. The nerdy little fifteen year-old tomboy he had last seen had been replaced by a beautiful, energetic young woman. The change was startling, like a caterpillar becoming a butterfly. He felt a pang of regret as he looked her over. The missed years weighed on his shoulders heavily.

"Wow, you look incredible. Are all the girls at UCLA as hot as my little niece?"

"Oh please. I can't compete with the girls in the Land of Silicone," she gestured at her small perky chest. Chris couldn't help but laugh.

"Well you look damn good to me.," her uncle complimented. "I'm going to have to beat my friends off of you with a stick. Come on, let's get your bags and fight our way out of this madhouse." He grabbed her hand and led her through the crown to baggage claim.

***

As Chris merged his car onto the highway heading north, he stole another quick glance at his niece. He still couldn't get over how much she had grown up. She sat against the passenger door, turned slightly toward him with her legs crossed. His eyes wandered over the tanned expanse of her thighs before flicking forward to watch the road again. Jessica was wearing very short, white shorts that hugged her hips and showed lots of leg, and a black top that tied around her neck and had a chrome ring right over her cleavage. That, he noticed, had also grown well, despite her earlier protestations. In high school, she had been flat as a board, but it seemed that she was just a late bloomer. Now she sported a full round B-cup. He kept finding himself glancing back at her as he drove, and forcibly had to tear his eyes away. Meanwhile, Jessica rambled on and on about her flight and her internship. Thankfully she didn't seem to notice her uncle checking her out.

When they finally arrived at his house, Chris carried Jessica's luggage up to her room, and left her to unpack and get settled in while he threw some dinner together. Thirty minutes later he was just setting the table when Jessica came down the stairs. She had showered and changed into a pair of tight gym shorts and a white tee that clearly showed she was not wearing a bra.

"You didn't have to do all this for me," she said looking at the table. There was steak, baked potatoes, salad and a bottle of red wine spread out for dinner.

"Hey, it's okay," Chris assured her as they sat down to eat, "I don't get to cook for two very often."

The table looked out a large bay window onto a spacious deck and a white expanse of sand. It was dusk and the waters of the Atlantic were a dark gray, broken only by the white caps of the waves rolling in to the shore. They sat talking and looking out at the beach while they enjoyed their first meal together in six years.

"You have a great view from here," Jessica complimented, forking the last piece of steak into her mouth.

"Yeah, it's pretty nice being right on the beach. There are some lounge chairs out on the deck if you want to sunbathe or something and the hot tub is always ready to go. Just make yourself at home. The beach is private, so you don't have to worry about a bunch of people crowding you."

"Thanks, I might do that."

"Want to watch a movie or something?"

"No, I'm beat," Jessica said. "I'm gonna call mom and let her know I'm all settled in and then hit the hay. I have to be up early to catch a bus to the research center I'll be working at." She gathered the few dishes from the table and began rinsing and loading them in the dishwasher.

"You don't need to ride the bus Jess, you can use my car for the summer," Chris told his niece.

She looked at him questioningly. "I can? Don't you need to drive?"

"Yeah, but I still have my truck I had in high school. I'll drive it."

She laughed out loud and almost dropped a plate. "That old piece of shit?" she managed to spit out between gales, "It still runs?"

"Hey, yes it still runs, and it's not a piece of shit anymore," he said a little defensively.

He must have sounded madder than he thought, because Jessica immediately stopped laughing. "Sorry," she mumbled.

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound mad." He stood up and stepped to her, hugging her tightly. "Forgive me?"

She smiled up at him before returning Chris' hug. "Sure."

"Now," he said, taking the forgotten plate from her hands, "I'll finish this, you go call your mom and get some sleep. I'll see you bright and early." He kissed her quickly on the forehead and released her.

"Ok, g'night," she said, heading for the stairs. She looked back as she mounted the first riser. "Thanks again for everything."

Chris watched her climb the stairs until she was out of sight, mesmerized by the soft sway of her hips. He still couldn't get over how much she had changed.

***

The next morning Jessica was up before the sun like always. Wrapping her robe around her, she stepped out of her room and headed down the hall to the bathroom to begin her morning routine. Halfway there, she stopped dead in her tracks. Chris was walking sleepily toward the stairs from the other end of the hall, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

Chris was a little over six feet tall with a chiseled, muscular body. His chest and abdomen were littered with tattoos, and she saw that his nipples were pierced. What held her attention, though, was further south on his anatomy. Dangling limp and heavy between his legs was the biggest cock and she had ever seen. She stared at him in disbelief, shocked by the sight of her naked uncle and by the heat she felt bloom between her thighs. Her sweet goofy uncle, always kind of shy and a flop with girls in high school, was huge.

Oh my god! she thought. He could kill somebody with that club.

A giggle slipped from her lips before she could stifle it, and Chris jerked his head up. He saw her standing there staring and his face turned a deep, fuming red. He quickly covered himself and dashed down the hall to his room, calling out "Shit! Sorry Jess," over his shoulder as he went. Jessica was still laughing when she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. She leaned back against the door and laughed until she was almost crying.

When she thought she had herself under control she stepped into the shower. The hot water was refreshing and helped clear her head. What it didn't help was the dull ache between her legs. She was a little taken aback by what she was feeling, but not surprised. It had been two years since she broke up with her last steady boyfriend. She tried to think of him at the beginning of their relationship as her right hand slipped down her body and found a burning wetness. A soft moan escaped her throat when her fingers slipped inside. She couldn't believe how turned on she was. Her nipples were like shards of glass rising from her breasts. With her free hand she pinched one and a shiver raced down her spine. She stood under the steady spray of water, rubbing her clit in slow deliberate circles and trying without success to push the image of her uncle's enormous cock out of her mind. Each revolution around the swollen little nub coaxed a weak whimper from her throat. Despite her best efforts, her mind kept returning to Chris. Finally she gave in, vigorously fingering her aching pussy and as she came she was picturing that large piece of meat stretching her pussy over and over again.

When she went downstairs fifteen minutes later, Chris was no where to be found. There was a note on the table, along with a set of keys.

Jess,

Sorry about this morning. Not used to having company. Here's a key to the car, and a house key. The car has navigation in case you get lost. You have my number, call if you need anything.

Love C.

Her uncle had always ended letters and notes like that. Love C. Smiling she picked up the keys, and headed out to begin her day.

***

Their first week together as roommates was a little awkward as Chris and Jessica felt each other out. Jessica was spending long hours at the lab, and sometimes came home and went straight to bed. As the weekend neared, Chris made it his mission to get his niece out of the house.

"Hey Jess," he said cheerily as she trudged through the door on Thursday night, looking tired anda little disheveled, "everything okay?"

She discarded her white lab coat and kicked of her shoes.

"Huh? Oh yeah, sorry, everything's good — just tired." She yawned as she plopped down on the opposite end of the couch where Chris was sitting. She slipped off her shoes and stretched out on the sofa, already looking sleepy.

"We've been logging the movements of Loggerhead turtles all week. Sitting at the computer for ten hours a day and plotting coordinate graphs is just so glamorous. The lab director is an arrogant ass. I corrected one of his correlation equations and he didn't like it too much."

"Wow. Do you get the weekends off?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I thought maybe we could go do something Saturday if you wanted. Get you out of this house for a while." He slid over and began absently massaging Jessica's feet as he spoke. "If you want."

"That'd be great." She smiled at him. "That feels good. My feet are soooo sore."

He continued rubbing the soles of her feet, venturing up to her toned calves and slender knees. The simple grey skirt she wore, which ended just above her knees when standing, had ridden up, revealing a delightful expanse of tanned thighs. Jessica closed her eyes and laid her head back on the arm of the couch. Before long she was snoring lightly. Chris looked down at the feet he was rubbing, small and slender, with pretty pink painted toenails. The second toe of her right foot was adorned with a familiar metal band.

When she was thirteen, Jessica had wanted one thing for her birthday: a gold heart shaped locket that she bugged her mother for incessantly. When her birthday came and went without the locket appearing, she had been crushed. Chris, hating to see her upset, took every dime he had saved to the department store, intent on buying it for her. He was roughly a hundedhundred and fifty dollars short of the price though. Instead, he bought her the small silver band he was looking at. He spun it around to read the inscription written on it. It read simply:

We will always have each other -- Love C

He was amazed that she still had it, and even more amazed to find her still wearing it after all these years.

Jessica stirred. Chris looked up and saw her gazing at him sleepily.

"You still have this." He nudged the band.

"Of course, why wouldn't I? It was the best present anyone ever gave me as a kid." She sat up and wrapped her arms around her uncle. "Whenever I feel sad, or lonely, all I have to do is look at that ring and I start to feel better."

"Jessica, about..."

"Don't," she said interrupting him. She could tell by the look on his face where his mind was heading. "Maybe another time. Maybe never. Right now, I'm tired and going to go to bed. G'night." She kissed him on the cheek and vanished to her room.

Chris sat there for most of the night thinking about the past; the mistakes he had made, the people he had hurt.

***

Saturday afternoon found them walking down the sidewalk in South Beach, arm in arm, laughing and having a good time, as the south Florida sun baked down on them.

Chris was spouting a hilarious narrative of the people around them, an old game they used to play as kids, when Jessica interrupted him.

"Let's go in here," she said, pulling him though an open door. Inside, the buzzing of tattoo machines filled the air. A young woman of maybe twenty was manning a reception desk just inside the door. She was covered in body art and piercings, and looked incredibly hot to Chris. She gave him a dismissive look and turned to Jessica.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Do you do piercings here too?"

"Of course, what are you looking for?"

"I want to get my nipples pierced."

Chris stared slack jawed at his niece "No," he said flatly.

She shot him a cold, piercing look. "Uh, I'm an adult, remember? Besides how can you tell me no when yours are pierced too?" She motioned to his bare chest. She looked hurt, and a little pissed off.

"It's not that Jess," he cautioned, "I think it's sexy, but you know your mom would kill me for letting you do it while you were staying with me."

"I'll tell her I got it while you were at work. Look," she leveled her gorgeous green eyes at him, "either we do it now, or I go by myself some day after work."

The receptionist had been watching this exchange with a bored expression. "You can be in there with her if that's what you're worried about."

"Oh he's definitely coming, right Chris?"

He sighed, finally giving in as he thought of those perky little tits emerging from the confines of her bikini top.

Fifteen minutes later Jessica was topless, lying on a bed in a back room. Chris sat on a stool beside her, holding her hand and stealing sideways glances at her while they waited for the piercer. Jessica's tits were amazing. The round, firm globes were a crisp brown without a trace of a tan line, topped with small pink nipples. Each looked to be a nice hand full. He wondered absently what they would feel like in his hands, how they would taste under his tongue. Those thoughts led to other thoughts; how her petite body would look as he pulled her skirt off of it, whether she shaved or not.

"Chris?" she said startling him out of his reverie.

"Huh?"

"They're not going anywhere." She was smiling at him, eyes sparkling. "And you might want to do something about that." She motioned to the tented fabric of his shorts.

"Oh! Uh-"

Thankfully the piercer came in at that moment and introduced himself. Chris did his best to hide his erection. With practiced efficiency he had Jessica's nipples sterilized, marked and clamped in a matter of minutes.

She gripped Chris' hand tightly as the piercer placed the cannula (This is coming up as being misspelled. Not sure what the word is to change it if I should.) against her skin. Chris was mesmerized by the sight, and the blood was flowing to his groin again as he watched first one then the other nipple get penetrated and adorned with a small stainless ring and bead. In just minutes the ordeal was over, and Jessica was admiring her new jewelry in the full length mirror on the door.

"What do you think?" She turned to Chris and pushed her chest out toward him. "Sexy?"

"Wow, uh, yeah Jess they look hot as hell."

"Thank you." She beamed at him. When she leaned over to get her bikini top her freshly accessorized breasts were just inches from his face. Chris was intently studying his feet when she looked again.

"Down boy." She patted his lap playfully. "Come on, I'm hungry."

As they were walking out a few minutes later, the receptionist stopped them.

"Can I see?" She asked. She was eyeing Jessica up and down, clearly admiring her in her bikini top and very short denim skirt.

"Sure." She quickly pulled her top to the side, flashing her fresh additions to the woman.

"Very hot," she said turning to Chris and dropping a sly wink. "But remember, hands and mouth off for at least two weeks."

Out on the sidewalk Chris and Jessica looked at each other and burst out laughing.

***

As the next few weeks passed, Chris and Jessica fell into a routine. Chris was always gone by the time she came downstairs in the mornings, and Jessica was always the first home in the afternoon as she got settled in to her research position. She made it a point to have dinner ready every night when he came home. They were quickly picking up the same, easy relationship they had shared as kids, and it made both of them happy.

One Friday about a month after encountering her nude and sleepy uncle in the hall, 'That Morning' as Jessica had come to think of it, she met Chris at the door when he came home.

He stopped just inside the door, a dumbfounded look on his face. Jessica was wearing a very short, very tight black mini-dress and heels that laced up her shapely calves almost to her knees. Chris was shocked at how incredibly sexy and grown up she looked.




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"Are you just gonna stand there and drool all night or are you going to get dressed?" Jessica asked. She smiled playfully at her uncle, miming irritation by placing her hands on her hips and thrusting them to the side. It only made her look hotter.

Finally Chris tore his eyes away from his niece and looked her in the eyes. "What do you mean 'get dressed'? Where are we going?"

"I want you to take me out somewhere. I want to see what the night life in Miami is all about," she said stepping closer to him. She looked up into his face and batted her long eyelashes at him pleadingly. "Puh-lease Uncle Chris?" She pouted in her best innocent little girl voice.

"Okay okay, since you asked so nicely. Let me get a shower."

"Great!" she squealed and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.

Sometime later the pair walked out of the house into the fading light of another summer sunset.

"So where are you taking me?" Jessica asked curiously.

"There's a great little bar I go to sometimes down by South Beach. They have live bands every weekend." Chris told her. "And then I don't know. Maybe cruise around a little."

"Sounds great," Jessica said. She walked toward the car her uncle had let her borrow, an unassuming mid-sized Chrysler, fumbling for the keys in her purse. She stopped when she realized Chris wasn't following her.

"We're going to take the 'piece of shit' tonight," Chris said jokingly, as he walked the opposite way to the garage.

Jessica sighed and reluctantly followed him. She remembered all too well the many times that truck had broken down; leaving them stranded somewhere, and of being laughed at because of how many different colors the truck was. When she entered the garage however, she was shocked at what she saw. There was a dark green truck sitting in the center of the two car garage.

No.; Sitting isn't the right word. She thought to herself. Lying there is more like it.

The truck was low, and long, with the body actually touching the cement floor. Big chrome wheels were buried in the fenders, only half visible. The over head lights gleamed off the paint, making it look as wet and smooth as her own freshly shaven pussy.

"Holy crap!" She exclaimed. "You actually finished it?"

"Yep, just last winter." Chris beamed. The truck was his pride and joy, and he was happy to see that his niece was impressed. "C'mon. Let's get going."

Once inside, the truck lifted from the ground with the push of a button and rumbled to life. Then they were on their way.

***

The bar was packed. Motorcycles lined the sidewalk in front, their chrome gleaming in the lights from the street. People milled about outside and slow, heavy, rock music was pouring through the open doors. As they walked up Jessica clung to her uncle for dear life.

"You hang out here?" She mumbled.

"Yeah, my truck club meets down the road once a month and we usually end up here afterwards. My band has played here a few times also."

"Band? You're in a band?" she asked, "Since when do you play an instrument?"

"I've been playing since I moved here. My first roommate in college got me turned on to the guitar."

"Wow, I'm impressed. You're just full of surprises aren't you?"

"I'm an enigma honey," Chris said jokingly as he held the door open for his niece. "Ladies first."

Jessica stepped past him and he followed her into the smoky gloom of the bar.

Everyone seemed to know her uncle. Just moments after they walked in a blonde waitress with gigantic fake tits came up to Chris with a large iced drink.

"Hey sexy." She handed him the glass. "Double Captain & Coke, just how you like it." She eyed Jessica clutching at his side. "Who's the hottie?"

"This is Jessica. Jessica, meet Cheryl."

"Whatcha havin sweetie?"

"Jim Beam, straight," Jessica said sheepishly.

Chris and Cheryl both eyed her warily but said nothing.

Once they both had a drink in their hands, Chris led her around the bar, stopping at what seemed like every other table to talk to someone, always introducing her as just 'Jessica', never 'my niece Jessica'. Eventually they landed at a table in the corner with a group of large, loud, hairy bikers. There wasn't much room, so Jessica sat on her uncle's lap. As the night wore on and the alcohol did its magic she loosened up, even venturing out on the dance floor with Chris several times.

Sometime around closing time Chris disappeared. She scanned the crown and spotted him over near the stage, talking to the lead singer of the band that had been playing all night. After several moments the band mounted the stage again with Chris following. He picked up a guitar and stepped to the mike, clearing his throat.

"Charlie here has been gracious enough to let me borrow his guitar," he said motioning to the singer, "and we've got one more for you folks. This one goes out to Jessica. I'm so glad to have you back in my life."

After a brief pause he fell into a rendition of her favorite song as a teenager, "Sweet Child O' Mine." Jessica beamed.

***

It was 3 am Saturday morning when Chris finally pulled the truck back into the garage. Jessica was slumped against the passenger door, snoring lightly. She was very drunk, and had passed out as soon as they got in the truck. He carefully extracted her and carried her into the house. As he laid her on the bed, Jessica began to stir, mumbling something incoherent.

"What Jess?" he asked softly.

"Hot," she mumbled. "Help...me. Undress."

He stood there, looking at her for a moment as she fumbled with the top of the dress, trying to push it down. Her hands eventually fell away and she just stared at him. Taking a deep breath, Chris began to pull the dress down. As he tugged it lower, Jessica's firm little tits popped out in their entire bra-less glory. The rings through her nipples seemed to glow in the low light. Chris tried not to look. He was sweating, and realized that he was holding his breath. Jessica was watching him sleepily, smiling softly up at him. He pulled the dress down and over the mound of her ass, lifting her slightly as he did so, and down her legs. Next he quickly unlaced her heels and tossed them in the corner.

As he stood to leave, Jessica called to him again, a little more clearly this time. "Don't. Stay with me; for a little bit. Please?"

Chris stood in the doorway looking at his niece, naked except for a pair of lacy black panties. She looked at him, pleading with her eyes, begging him to stay.

"Okay. But just until you get back to sleep," he said, giving in. He kicked off his shoes and climbed in beside her. Jessica quickly rolled over; putting her head on his shoulder she pressed her body close to Chris and closed her eyes.

"Thank you," she mumbled, already drifting off to sleep.

Time seemed to stand still. Chris was painfully aware of his niece's supple body pressing tightly to him. Her bare breasts were against his ribs, the nipples stiffening from the friction of their combined breathing and the cool, conditioned air of the bedroom. One gorgeous leg was thrown across him nonchalantly. He couldn't help thinking how hot she looked, how extremely sexy his little niece had become. These thoughts followed him down into a deep, dreamless sleep.

***

Strong, bright light filtered in through the open blinds and fell on his closed eyelids. Chris wiped sleep from his eyes and glanced at the clock beside the bed. It read 10:42. His head was pounding, his mouth was dry and he had to pee. Some time in the night he must have gotten hot, because he had stripped his clothes off, and was now only wearing his boxers, which he noted, were tented from his morning erection. He looked down to see Jessica gazing up at him with a sleepy smile on her face. She was still naked and clinging to him.

"Morning." she said.

"H-hi."

Jessica looked down at his towering erection, then back up to her uncle. "Do you have a permit for that weapon?"

"Uh sorry, I, uh," Chris stammered.

"S'okay Chris. It's not the first time I've seen morning wood. Maybe not that big," she said glancing back down to his erection. "But anyway, thank you for last night. For everything; taking me out, helping me to bed, holding me."

"Anything for my little nerd," Chris joked, recalling his old endearment for his niece.

Jessica smacked his chest playfully. "Hey, if you haven't noticed, I'm not a little nerd anymore."

"Okay, okay, my sexy little nerd. Better?"

"Much!" she exclaimed and pecked her uncle on the cheek. She climbed over him and off the bed. As she did her tight little buns brushed his still substantial erection sending a shiver up his spine. She scooped up his discarded button-up shirt and slipped it on as she walked out the door.

"I'm hungry, want some breakfast?" she asked over her shoulder.

"Sure, I'll be right there," he called after her.

He got up and detoured to the bathroom before making his way to the kitchen. He peed, and then stood in front of the sink, splashing water in his face and willing his cock to shrink. After two full minutes it was obvious that it wasn't going anywhere without some help.

"Fuck it," he mumbled, grabbing his cock and closing his eyes.

The only image he could conjure as he stroked his long, thick tool was of his beautiful niece, lying nearly naked on her borrowed bed asking him to lay with her for a while. His mind's eye scanned her petite form; drifting over the soft mounds of her breasts, down across the flat expanse of her stomach with its softly gleaming jewel at her navel, lingering on the black lace covered intersection of her thighs. He heard her whisper to him, 'Take me', and watched as his hands slowly slid her panties down her legs. Those beautiful legs parted for him, inviting him into their embrace. As they wrapped around his torso he felt the tip of his manhood touch soft, hot, wet flesh. He looked down into Jessica's eyes as that tender slit opened for him and he slowly sank into her. It was too much for him to bear and his cock immediately twitched in his hand, his orgasm rushing up from his balls and painting the counter with thick globs of cum.

In the kitchen, Jessica was standing at the stove, still wearing just his dark plum dress shirt and her black lace panties when Chris finally reappeared. The smell of sausage frying filled the room.

What am I doing? He thought, standing in the doorway and watching as she bent to pull a pan from under the counter and flashed that gorgeous ass at him again. She's my niece for Christ's sake!

Knowing that still wasn't helping ebb the flow of blood already filling his penis again. He cleared his throat and sat down at the bar, desperately trying to look anywhere except at his niece.

"Hey, you're just in time," Jessica said cheerfully. She was scooping scrambled eggs and sausage onto two plates which she sat on the bar. She climbed up in the stool next to him and they dug in.

"Who's Brian?" Jessica asked between a mouthful of sausage and a swig of orange juice.

"Huh?" The question caught Chris off guard.

"Brian? Who is he? Your phone was on the counter vibrating when I came in here. He sent you a text."

"Oh, Brian, he's the drummer from our band. I pointed him out to you as he was leaving last night. Big, bald guy, looks like he should be in the Hell's Angel's or something. What did he want?"

"He said he was sorry he couldn't chill last night. And he was asking who the new little sex kitten was that you were with," she said with an evil grin.

"That sounds like Brian alright. I'll text him later."

"Well I'm going to go enjoy your fabulous beach for a few hours. Care to join me?"

"Sure, I could go for a swim."

"Kay. I'm going to go change," she bounded up the stairs, his shirt trailing behind her like a cape.

After she was gone he picked up his phone and read Brian's message for himself.

Hey bro sorry I couldn't chill last night. Had business to take care of if you know what I mean. Who was the hottie with you? I hope you took care of her business lol. L8.

As he was about to respond, a new message from Brian came in.

Right on! She is smoking hot! Good catch!

"What the fuck is he talking about?" Chris mumbled to himself. He checked his sent messages and found the answer quickly enough in the form of a picture message. The picture was of Jessica in just her panties and his shirt, unbuttoned and barely covering her perky little breasts, standing in his kitchen. It was accompanied by the caption 'this girl?'

He shook his head in bewilderment wondering how he was going to explain this one.

***

Chris was standing on the deck, looking out at the rolling waves when his niece finally joined him wearing a skimpy orange bikini that left little to the imagination.

"Look at you all buff and tan, Mr. Beach Bum," she said as she eyed him up and down. "What did you do with the scrawny kid I used to call my councle?"

"I kicked his ass into the same corner you sent that nerdy little tom-boy you used to be," Chris joked back. "I still can't believe I let you call me your councle."

"You know you liked it. Come on, I want to get wet." She gave him a sultry look and bounded for the water.

The waves crashed around them as they waded out into the ocean. They spent the next two hours swimming and playing like two kids on their first beach visit. Once the afternoon got hot, they retired to the shade of the deck and sat watching the waves and drinking frozen margaritas.

"This really is a beautiful place you've got here Chris. I love it. It's so different from L.A."

"Yeah it's like night and day. Kinda like we are, from the kids we used to be,; I mean."

"Good point," Jessica agreed, sipping her melting drink. "I never would have suspected to come here and find a buff, tatted up rock guitarist had taken over my uncle's life."

"Yeah and I was expecting a nerdy little good girl to get off that plane from LAX, not the gorgeous little vixen that sends half naked pictures of herself to my band mates," he said, smiling. Jessica blushed.

They were sprawled out on either side of the large triple-wide lounger on the deck. Jessica scooted next to him, laying her head on his chest and looking up at him. "Are you mad?"

"Mad? Why would I be mad? It'll be interesting explaining why my niece was half naked wearing my shirt in the kitchen, but it's funny too. I like giving B a hard time. Besides, who could stay mad at such a pretty face?"

"Thank you," she whispered softly.

They sat in silence for a while, Chris rubbing his nieces' back while she traced random patterns across the muscles and tattoos on his chest and stomach. It didn't take long for Jessica to notice the pronounced bulge forming in his trunks, despite Chris' meager attempt to hide it with his free arm.

"Why haven't I seen any women come around since I've been staying with you?" She asked. "Mom made it seem like you, how did she put it, 'really get around'."

He chuckled. "She said that?

"Yeah..."

"Interesting;" He laughed again.

"So, you didn't answer my question."

"Well for starters I don't 'get around'. My last girlfriend lived with me for almost a year, but we broke up about eight months ago," he explained.

"And you haven't found someone else yet?" She was drawing slow random circles on his smooth chest and looking up at him with those amazing emerald eyes. The combination was exquisite torture and Chris could feel more blood flowing into his groin.  

"I've had a couple dates, but nothing serious. And I didn't want to be a bad influence on my innocent little niece, so I cleaned up all the coke and gave the hookers the summer off," he said with a straight face. Jessica looked at him for a moment, stunned, and then they both cracked up laughing.

When they had themselves under control again, Jessica asked, "So that's why this thing has been making such frequent appearances huh?" She gently nudged his bulging swim trunks with her knee. "No action to keep it subdued."

"Sorry about that." Chris flushed a deep red. Desperate to derail this particular train of conversation, he added, "What about you? I never hear you on the phone with a boyfriend back home. You can't tell me an amazingly hot college coed like you doesn't have a guy."

"I most certainly can tell you that. No boyfriend for me for going on two years. The last guy was okay until he wanted something that I wasn't ready to give him." Jessica explained.

Chris sat thinking. After a moment it dawned on him. "Oh. Oooh, you mean, you're still..."

"A virgin?" She finished for him, laughing. "No I'm definitely not a virgin." Chris was silent. "God I just made myself sound like a slut. I've only slept with one guy, my last boyfriend Tom. But as my roommate said, we went at it like rabbits."

Chris could feel the flush rising in her cheek pressed against his chest. She wasn't looking at him now, just staring at his chest and still tracing random patterns on his skin. He was acutely aware of Jessica's slender body pressing against him and despite his best efforts his cock was steadily swelling.

"Well what was it that he wanted?" he questioned. Possibilities filled his mind. He pictured his little niece lying naked on a bed, a man standing in front of her, pressuring her to take his penis into her mouth. That had to be it. "Oral?" He blurted out.

Jessica chuckled and the flush in her face deepened. "No, giving head isn't a problem. I actually kinda enjoy it. He wanted something a little dirtier than my mouth, and a little lower."

She stopped, letting her words sink in. She couldn't believe she was sharing explicit details of her sex life with her uncle. Even more than that, she couldn't believe the effect it was having on him; or her for that matter. Seeing the thick log of his hardness straining the fabric of his swim trunks was making her hot. Her bathing suit bottoms were soaking wet, and not from the ocean. Every time Chris breathed her top rubbed against the hard nubs of her nipples, extra sensitive from the piercings, and sending little shivers of delight down her spine. Chris was looking down at her questioningly. She could see in his face that he knew the answer but was reluctant to say the words.

With a sigh she said it for him. "He wanted to fuck me in the ass."

Chris couldn't stop the laugh from escaping as his niece buried her face in his chest.

"What's so funny?" Jessica demanded.

"S-s-sorry. I just, it's funny hearing my little niece talk like that," he said through fits of laughter. "The girl that used to turn so red it looked like she was going to explode when she said even the most mundane curse word."

She looked up at him and he could see that he had hurt her feelings. Her eyes were large and wet, and it looked like she was about to cry.

"Hey, Jess, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh at you," he kissed her forehead and hugged her.

"It's okay; a lot of things have changed since you left." She fell silent.

After a few moments Chris asked, "So is that why you broke up with him, because he wanted anal sex?"

Jessica didn't immediately answer him. He was beginning to think she hadn't heard him when she said, "No. I broke up with him because he tried to rape me."

Chris sat up with a jolt. "He did what?"

She turned her back to him, sitting on the edge of the lounge chair with her head in her hands. "Fix me a drink, please? Something strong; and then I'll tell you everything."

"Okay," he said and disappeared into the house.

He came out a few minutes later with a pitcher of Mai Tai's and two large glasses. Jessica wasn't in the lounger any longer. He looked around and saw her head peaking out of the frothy water of the hot tub.

"There you are." Chris poured them both a drink and climbed into the water with her. Jessica downed her drink in a series of large gulps and held her glass out for a refill.




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"Wow girl, slow down. I made these extra strong," he cautioned as he filled her waiting glass. "Listen, you don't have to do this."

"No, I do," she interrupted. "I've never told anyone about it. Not my mom, not even Cindy, my best friend."

She was sitting opposite of him in the hot tub, looking small and pale, in sharp contrast to the confident, sexy young woman he had awoke to.

Jessica took another long pull from her cocktail and continued. "We were leaving a frat party on St. Patty's day. This was about three weeks after he first asked me to let him put it in my ass..."

They sat in the hot tub as she recounted the traumatic experience to her uncle. As the words slipped out of her mouth' she seemed to shrink into her self, and he could see the shy, nerdy little girl he had last known. The water rolled around them, the alcohol flowed steadily, and Chris' anger steadily grew.

"... I managed to grab his balls and squeeze as hard as I could until I heard a nasty pop. That got him off of me and I slammed his head into the steering wheel. After that I ran. I ran straight back to my dorm. Tom showed up the next morning limping with a broken nose. I met him at the door with a butcher knife and told him that if he ever came near me again I would cut his dick off. And that was that." She drained her glass again and held it out to her uncle.

"Sorry hon, we're out." He held up the empty pitcher. "Wow Jess, I don't know what to say. I'm sorry you had to go through that. Why didn't you tell anyone? You could have called the cops."

"There's only one person I could have told," She said leveling her gaze at Chris, "but he thought it would be a good idea to move to Florida without even saying goodbye."

Chris was dumbfounded. He looked down at the water for several seconds.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I should have been there for you." Now it was his turn to flush with embarrassment.

"Why didn't you at least call me before you left California?" Jessica pleaded. The pain in her voice was unmistakable.

"I don't know. I guess because it was easier for me. You were my best friend Jess. It hurt like hell to leave, but I had to get out of L.A, you know that. I thought that if I had to tell you that I would change my mind. I'm sorry."

"I wouldn't come out of my room for two days after my mom told me," Jessica said. She was crying now. "I tried calling you but you never answered. That hurt more than anything else. I can't count how many times I picked up the phone to call you after what Tom did, but every time I would remember calling when you left. Three rings and 'Leave a message'. I couldn't stand to hear that again."

Chris slid around and slipped his arm around her shoulders. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Promise me you'll never leave me like that again," she said softly. He squeezed her tightly and kissed the top of her head.

"I promise."

He felt her relax, and she slipped her arms around his waist. They sat there for a while in silence, simply enjoying the hot water and each others' company. Before long Jessica was snoring lightly, the alcohol finally getting the best of her. Chris carefully lifted her and carried her upstairs to her room. He dried her as best he could before slipping her into bed. Before turning out the light he looked back, admiring her as she slept. The hurt he had seen in her pretty little face was burned into his memory. He turned out the light and trudged to his own room, trailing his guilt with him.

***

The crash of thunder jerked Jessica from her troubled sleep. It was pitch black in her room except for the frequent flashes of lightning from outside. She sat up and looked at the clock through blurry eyes. It was two in the morning. Her head was spinning and she had to steady herself as she stood. Thunder boomed again, loud enough to rattle the window in its frame and making her cringe. She had to pee. She stumbled toward the door, stripping her still damp bikini off as she went.

She was making her way back to her room, past Chris' door when lightning struck nearby with a deafening crash making her scream. Chris stirred in his sleep, mumbling something incoherent, and Jessica stopped. Instead of returning to her room, she crept into Chris' and slipped silently into bed beside him. She was almost instantly asleep. Outside the storm continued to terrorize the night.

***

The first thing Jessica noticed when she opened her eyes was how gloomy the room looked. The light falling through the open blinds had a grey, muted quality that she associated with early mornings, just before dawn. The steady sound of rain beat down on the roof above her. She slowly began to realize several things. First was that she was not in her own bed. She remembered being woken up by the storm, but beyond that the night was fuzzy at best. The second thing she noticed was that she was naked. And finally, that she was not alone. Strong, muscular arms were holding her tight. She recognized them as Chris' arms. His body was pressed close to hers, spooning with her in the center of his king sized bed. She could feel the weight of his considerable package nestled in the cleft of her ass and realized that her uncle was also naked. She shifted her body slightly and Chris mumbled something. Against her bare ass, his cock twitched. A familiar heat was spreading between her thighs, and she shifted again, squeezing her legs together. The feeling was exquisite. Her hand slid down her tummy and began to lightly massage her clit. She pressed her ass back against Chris' cock and felt it twitch again, harder this time.

She was slowly grinding herself against him, feeling his body react out of instinct. The soft lump against her ass began to thicken and grow. She pinched the swollen bud of her clit and had to stifle a moan. She was close, so close. Chris was now fully erect, his cock a rock hard pillar of heat against her bottom. She flexed her ass, gripping the shaft with her cheeks while her finger played a song of desire on her clit. She felt Chris stir again as her orgasm ripped through her, causing her to tremble all over. She bit into her arm fiercely for fear of waking him up.

"Jess?" Chris asked sleepily. "What are you doing in here?"

"I don't know. I guess the storm scared me." She was out of breath and her voice was shaking.

"You okay?" he asked, sounding more awake now. "You were shaking in your sleep. Having a bad dream?" He seemed unaware yet that his hard penis was still trapped between his niece's tight little ass cheeks.

"Yeah, I uh, I guess."

He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at her. "Listen. About last night, I'm sorry."

"Stop," she said sharply. "That was last night. It's over, in the past. Just hold me." She nuzzled herself back against him. "And don't kill me with that thing."

"Oh shit! I'm sorry Jess." He exclaimed, finally realizing his aroused state. He tried to pull away from her.

"Don't, it's'okay," she said sleepily. "Hold me." After a moment she felt Chris' arm wrap around her again and pull her close as she drifted off to sleep again.

Chris lay beside his niece, painfully aware of her nubile body pressing against him. His cock was a hot iron, pounding with its own steady heartbeat against the soft, smooth mound of Jessica's ass. He couldn't believe he was lying naked in bed with her. Every nerve in his body was on fire. He looked down at her pretty, sleeping face, letting his eyes travel south over the landscape of her body. Finally he closed his eyes and by pure force of will he was able to push all thought from his mind and drift off to sleep an hour later.

He awoke later, alone in his bed. He felt the empty sheet next to him. It was still warm. He sat up and looked around, but Jessica was gone. Outside it was still raining. He pulled on some shorts and wandered downstairs looking for his niece. She was in the living room, curled up on the couch in one of his old college sweatshirts.

"Hey you," she said cheerfully, patting the leather sofa next to her. Chris plopped down beside her and she promptly nuzzled up to his side, slipping under his arm. "Did you sleep well?"

"As well as I could," he chuckled "considering the circumstances."

"'Considering the circumstances'?"

"Yeah, you know, sleeping next to my very naked and very sexy niece."

"Oh. Well how do you think I felt, with that enormous thing poking me?" She joked, patting his crotch. "I've got to be honest Chris, that has got to be the biggest dick I've ever seen. I bet the coke whores you usually have around love it."

"You're a dork." He laughed.

They sat in silence for a while, watching the rain fall out on the beach. Finally Jessica said, "Chris, I have a confession to make."

"Okay."

"This morning, when you woke up, I wasn't dreaming. I was, ah, having an, ah, orgasm."

"Huh?" He was shocked.

"I woke up and you were holding me, and I felt all safe and warm. Your dick was against my ass, and, I don't know, I just started touching myself. When I felt you getting hard I couldn't help it, I had to finish."

"And then you fell back to sleep. And I laid there for almost an hour feeling like the biggest pervert in the world for having a hard-on in bed with my niece." He finished for her.

"Are you mad?" She asked. Her eyes were pleading, hopeful, as she looked up at him.

"Mad for what, the blue balls, or being used as a sex toy?" he said, smiling.

"Sorry about that." Jessica giggled. "And it looks like it's happening again." She motioned to Chris' crotch, where a noticeable bulge was forming. "Do you need to take care of that?"

"Dammit girl, you're gonna cause permanent damage or something," he started to get up and she pushed him back onto the couch.

"Don't go. I want to see it."

"What?" He sounded alarmed.

"I want to see it," she said again flatly, "for comparison purposes."

"I don't know Jess."

"Come on, don't be a pussy."

He eyed her with a cynical grin. "I'm a pussy huh?"

"You are if you won't show your dick to a half naked girl when she asks to see it." She shot him her "I-double-dog-dare-you" look he knew so well from their childhood.

"Fine." Chris quickly pulled his shorts down his thighs, letting his throbbing member pop free. It stood at full attention in the muted light.

"God it's even bigger than I thought." Jessica gasped as Chris slid one hand down the thick, veined shaft. He was completely shaved, with a small stainless steel ring through the skin at the very base where it met his ball sack.

"Well?" He asked. He was looking at her intently, slowly sliding his hand up and down the length of his penis. "How does it compare?"

"I thought Tom was big but you make him look like a twelve year old boy."

"Thanks, I guess. Now can I go take care of this?" he asked, starting to stand again.

Again she stopped him by pushing him back. "No. Do it here, I want to watch."

He stared at her, trying to read her face. "Jessica, why are you doing this?"

"I owe you. I used you this morning, now it's your turn," she said pertly. She grabbed the bottom of his old sweatshirt and peeled it off over her head, revealing that gorgeously tight body again, with no bra or panties to be found. She stretched out on the couch with her head on the arm, one leg slightly bent to give him a clear view of her pretty pink pussy.

There was no way Chris could resist. He started stroking his thick tool in long, slow motions, sliding up and over the head, twisting, and slipping back down to the base, each pass over the tip spreading pre-cum and lubing the way. Jessica was watching him, eyes locked on his motions. One hand slid between her legs, gently stroking up and down her slit.

She looked up and saw him watching her and smiled. "See, it's not so bad, is it?"

Chris didn't answer, just continued looking into her eyes while his hand worked his cock, speeding up a little with every stroke. She sat up and moved closer to her uncle, never taking her eyes off of his.

"Can I touch it?" She whispered in the cup of his ear. Her breath sent chills down his back. She didn't wait for an answer. She simply reached down and gripped his cock with a hand that was unable to close around its girth. His breath caught in his throat as she took over, slowly slipping her hand over his shaft.

"God Jess." Chris panted.

"Touch me," she demanded in his ear.

He immediately wrapped his arm around her, sliding his hand down her back, over the gentle curve of her ass until his fingers felt the hot wetness at her center. He pushed two fingers into her silky folds and she gasped in his ear.

Her grip on his cock tightened.

"Ohhh," she moaned. "This is so wrong." She nibbled on his ear lobe. "But it feels sooo good.

She pushed her hips back against his hand, urging his probing fingers deeper. "Do I have a nice pussy?"

"It's amazing Jess. So wet."

"Mmhhmm. I haven't been fucked in so long. Seeing you stroking this beautiful cock got me all hot and bothered."

"Ohh it's so nice."

"Will you fuck me Chris? Will shove this big, fat, monster of a cock into your niece's tight little pussy?" She begged, accentuating each adjective with a hard, sharp stroke of his manhood.

"God," Chris growled through clenched teeth. "You're such a dirty little girl aren't you?"

"I'll show you dirty," she whispered.

She slid to her knees in front of the couch and gripped his cock by the base. She rubbed the length of him across her face, sticking her tongue out with each pass. Looking up at him, she leaned in and slid her tongue across his smoothly shaved balls, sucking each of the heavy orbs into her mouth with a pop. Her hand worked the swollen head, twisting and turning there as her tongue danced along the bottom of his shaft.

When she reached the tip she let it rest on the warm, wet bed of her tongue, never breaking eye contact. Her lips slowly closed around him and she sucked him into her mouth. Her tongue twirled around the head and she resumed stroking his cock as she bobbed down onto him, lower and lower with each motion. She had to stop twice to rest before she finally felt the tip of her nose touch his skin. She held his enormous cock in her mouth as long as she could, her throat flexing around the intrusion blocking it. Finally she slid off of him, gasping for air. Thick ropes of saliva coated his cock and Jessica's chin.

Slowly, she climbed into Chris' lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. He looked up into her emerald eyes. She bent and their lips met, parting slightly to allow their tongues to explore. The kiss was long, and wet, and easily the best kiss of her life.

"Let's see if I can fit this bad boy in my pussy," she panted into his mouth.

Reaching behind her she gripped his meat and guided the tip to her opening. Her eyes rolled to whites as the head of his prick pushed inside of her, stretching her lips. She ground her hips, slowly working him inside of her. Inch by inch she lowered herself onto him until her uncle's cock was buried to the hilt inside of her.

For Chris, the feeling was like no other. Her pussy was tight, straining around his girth and wrapping him in a velvety vice. The silky smooth wetness of her coated his throbbing pole. Jessica's head was on his shoulder, and she was breathing heavily. He shifted slightly underneath her and her pussy clamped down even tighter, trembling around his shaft. A low moan emanated from her and her body shook as an intense orgasm rocketed through her.

"Slow," she whispered softly after her peak had subsided. She began to slide on him, slow and shallow at first, each time letting him slip further out of her and then sliding back down until their bodies touched. It didn't take long for her body to accept him and adjust, and soon she was bouncing on his cock, calling his name over and over.

"Ohhhh Chris! Fuck me! Fuck your dirty little slut niece!"

"Your pussy is so fucking tight!"

"Stretch it out for me!" she moaned.

She grabbed her firm little tits and shoved them in her uncle's face. "Bite my nipples."

She cried out loudly as his mouth clamped down on one of the stony nubs.

"Lay me down Chris. I want to feel you on top of me, filling me up with that big dick."

He grabbed her ass and spun to the right, laying her down on the cool leather of the sofa. Jessica's legs locked around his waist and then he was pushing into her again, feeling her pussy open up for him. Her perky little tits bounced and swayed with each thrust. Before long her body was trembling beneath him again as she came hard, her already dripping pussy drenching him. It was too much for Chris to bear. He pulled out of her tight little furnace at the last moment, and sprayed her stomach with cum. A thick glob landed squarely on her right nipple, and he watched in amazement as Jessica scooped it into her mouth with her index finger.

"Mmmm," she purred, pulling him down on top of her. "That was amazing Chris. Thank you." They kissed, slowly and deeply like two long time lovers, while the rain continued to fall outside.

***

Later that evening, Chris came down stairs and found Jessica looking out the French doors at the receding storm. In the failing light of dusk the sky was an angry purple over the Atlantic, like a deep bruise. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her small waist and kissing her neck.

"Mmmm hey." She purred.

"Hey."

"Storm's finally over," she observed.

"Yeah," he agreed, "you hungry?"

"A little, want me to cook something?"

"I was thinking we could go out, if you wanted to."

She turned and looked at him with a mischievous little half-smile. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

"If you want it to be," he said quietly.

"That would be nice. I'll be ready in half an hour. Don't be late," she teased, and disappeared.

Chris paused, looking out at the ocean. A jumble of thoughts and emotions weighed on his mind. In the distance, lightning danced in the clouds. His mind he replayed the morning's events. He knew what they had done was wrong, but it felt so right to him. Aside from the immense physical pleasure his nieces' tight little twat had given him, it was the first time he had felt a real intimate connection with a woman in bed. All of the women he had been with over the years had really been nothing more than a warm place to stick his dick, he realized.

Upstairs, Jessica stepped into the steamy shower with similar thoughts on her mind. The way she felt when Chris touched her, when he wrapped his arms around her, was foreign yet familiar. She felt safe, protected, wanted, like she had when they were kids. Except now there was an electric edge to the feeling, one that lit the nerves in her most sensitive places on fire. Even now, trying to analyze the situation objectively, she couldn't stop the warm wetness from spreading. Tentatively she touched her self and shivered.

Oh Chris. She thought. Touch me.

Her fingers parted her lips and dove into the wetness of her pussy. The hot water cascaded over her body. A moan escaped her lips as she flicked the swollen bud of her clit. She leaned back against the tiles of the shower and let her fingers work their magic. With a sudden jerk her orgasm raged through her. Her fingers were drenched in a torent of silky fluid as she called out her uncle's name over and over.

Forty-five minutes later, she came down stairs to find Chris sitting at the bar talking on his phone. He was wearing a dark pair of jeans, a black long sleeve button up shirt with rolled cuffs, and looking incredibly handsome.

"...yeah you got it man. Uh-huh. Awesome, see you then," Chris said, ending the call. He glanced up and saw Jessica standing in the doorway and his face lit up.

"Wow Jess, you look gorgeous," he complimented. She was wearing a short black strapless dress that showed lots of tanned, toned leg and black stiletto heels. Just a touch of makeup highlighted her enchanting eyes and little pouting lips. She walked over and wrapped her arms around his neck and pecked him on the lips lightly.




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"Thank you." She looked up at him, that sexy little half-smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "You're not too shabby either."

Chris kissed her then; the slow, sensual kiss of two people in love. Her world seemed to stand still as their tongues danced. And then it was over, Chris was pulling back, looking down into her eyes intently.

"I love you Jessica." He said. It sent shivers down her spine. "I'm sorry I hurt you, but I promise it will never happen again." He kissed her again, softly. "I mean that."

"I love you too Chris." She confessed. Her vision doubled, and then trebled as she fought back tears of joy.

"Come on," he said grabbing her hand "let's get outta here."

***

They were rumbling down the 1A in Chris' truck when Jessica's cell phone rang. She pulled it from her little purse and checked the display.

"It's my mom," she said flatly. She answered after the third ring. "Hey mom."

"Why haven't you called, Jessica?" her mom scolded from two thousand miles away.

"I've been busy mom." She explained. "Remember the internship?"

"I remember the internship. I also remember that you were offered the same thing right here at UCLA, but insisted on going all the way to Florida instead. Is Chris behaving? I don't want a bunch of riff raff hanging around while you're there."

"No mom, everything is fine. There hasn't been a single cocaine fueled party." Chris shot her an alarmed look.

"Are you sure you're okay?" her mother pressed. "What's that sound?"

"We're driving mom. There was a bad storm and the power is out at the house," she lied, "Chris is taking me out to dinner." They were pulling into a tiny parking lot filled with luxury cars next to an expensive looking little island restaurant. "I've gotta go mom, we just pulled up."

"Okay honey, be careful. Don't let Chris drive drunk, do you hear me?" her mother warned.

"Yes mom. Love you."

"Love you too." She looked at her uncle in the glow of the dash lights. "She was just making sure you weren't getting me into any kind of debauchery."

"Hmm, let's see." He said, leaning over and slipping his hand up her thigh and under the hem of her dress. "Drunken night at a biker bar...check." His hand slid higher and met warm, smooth skin. He grinned. "Panty less excursions to exclusive Miami Beach restaurants...check." He slid a finger into her tight slit. "Incestuous fornication with your uncle...check." His finger probed deeper, massaging Jessica's G-spot. "I think we've got the debauchery covered, don't you think?"

"Mmmm," she purred. "It's a start." She squeezed her pussy tight on his finger, and then grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away. She slowly guided his finger to her mouth and wrapped her luscious lips around it, sucking her juices off of it.

"Appetizer," she dipped her own finger into her wetness and slipped it into Chris' mouth.

"Tastes like dessert to me," he said, sending his niece into gales of laughter.

"C-come on, buy your date some dinner and we'll see about dessert later." She laughed, as she climbed out of the truck.

The restaurant was indeed small; fifteen or so tables filled the little dining room, lit by candles on each table and a few discreet overhead lights. Soft reggae music played in the background and hushed conversation filled the air.

"Mister Chris, welcome back," exclaimed a grinning black man in a floral shirt with a thick island accent. He pumped Chris' hand. "And who is this lovely lady?"

"Lamont, good to see you again. This is my," he paused glancing sideways at his niece, not quite sure how to finish.

"Old friend from back home." Jessica finished for him. "I'm Jessica."

"Jessica?" He exclaimed grinning at Chris, "Just like your niece you told me about."

"Uh, yeah."

"Well," he said taking her hand and kissing it, "any friend of Mister Chris is a friend of mine."

Lamont led them to a small table in the corner which was soon filled with cocktails and food without either one of them placing an order.

"So," Jessica said sipping on her cocktail, "you didn't forget about me when you moved to Florida, huh? How is it that Lamont knows about your niece?"

"Well that's a bit of a story in its self. The short version is Lamont was one of the first people I met when I moved here. His apartment was two doors down from mine, and we hung out a lot until he moved. On one drunken night or the other I must have been talking about you."

"Mmm hmm." She was eyeing him coyly.

"I guess I told him a lot. Every time I see him he asks if I've talked to you yet." He could feel the flush rising in his cheeks. Jessica slipped her foot from her heel, and traced it up her uncle's leg to his crotch.

"What do you think he would say if you told him you finally talked to me?" Her foot was slowly massaging a growing lump in his pants. "Or better yet, that you fucked my brains out?"

"God Jess, you're killing me," Chris said through a clenched jaw.

The pressure on his crotch increased and she just smiled back at him. Her hand disappeared under the table for a moment. When it returned her index finger was glistening in the candle light. She slowly sucked her finger into her mouth, eyes half lidded with pleasure, and tasted the sweetness that coated it. Chris's penis was an iron shaft beneath her foot.

Lamont appeared and cleared some of the empty dishes, glancing quizzically at the dopey grin on his friend's face. He looked at Jessica who was gazing intently at her companion and disappeared without a word.

She leaned close to the table and whispered, "Let's get out of here."

"That's gonna be a problem at the moment," Chris pointed out "especially if you keep that up." Her foot was still stroking the thick ridge running along his left thigh. She sat back with a cute pout of the lips and her foot vanished.

"Better?"

"No, but it's a start," he said, pulling out his wallet and looking around for his friend.

A few minutes later they were climbing into Chris' truck. As soon as they were safely hidden behind the darkly tinted windows she was on him like a minx, clawing at his clothes, kissing and nibbling his ears, neck and lips. Her moist lips pressed against his and her tongue probed out, meeting his own and melting together in a passionate dance.

Her hands fumbled with his belt trying to free his engorged member. Finally she wrestled him free and wrapped her hand around the hot, throbbing shaft. Chris moaned into her mouth at the soft caress. Her hand began to slowly stroke him as they continued to kiss; up and up, gripping the thick shaft tightly, slipping over the pronounced ridge of the corona, twisting, and slowly descending back to the base.

Chris' hand slid down his niece's back and pulled at the hem of her dress, revealing the soft round mounds of her ass. He slipped his fingers into that crevice, trailing the down over the tight puckered opening of her anus to find a sopping wet slit between her slightly opened thighs. His fingers slid softly over her lips, causing Jessica to moan into his mouth and push herself back against his hand. With her next thrust he slipped two fingers into her and she gasped, her tight pussy clutched hungrily at his probing digits. Her hand faltered on his cock as his finger tips found that most sensitive spot on her walls and pressed.

"Ohhh!" She moaned softly. She was still thrusting her hips back against his hand, urging him to probe deeper. Through a clenched jaw she demanded, "Drive!"

She pushed herself back from him, sliding to her stomach on the supple leather bench seat and fixing her eyes on her uncle's magnificent tool. She licked her lips greedily, staring up at him as he pulled into traffic, before painting his shaft with her tongue from base to tip.

"God that feels good Jess," Chris encouraged.

She took him into her mouth, tongue swirling around the distended purplish colored head, lips stretching around the thick mast. With agonizing slowness she accepted him into her mouth; down and down until she felt him push past her tonsils and into her throat, all the while squeezing and massaging his heavy, smoothly shaved balls. Chris' vision doubled when he felt his niece's lips reach the base of his cock. Somehow her tongue slipped out and lapped at the sensitive skin where his shaft met his balls, and he almost veered into the oncoming lanes.

"Jesus Jess you're gonna make me wreck!"he gasped.

He chanced a look down into his lap and saw the delight in her emerald eyes as she looked back at him. The withdrawal from the velvet tunnel of Jessica's mouth was equally slow and agonizing. Her hands trailed her lips on their ascent, twisting and turning around his throbbing manhood until just the head remained in her mouth.

She spent the next fifteen minutes making slow passionate love to his cock with her mouth and hands, while Chris struggled to pilot the truck home. He was on the verge of filling her mouth when he pulled the truck into the garage and killed the engine. Jessica sat up and looked at her uncle in the dim garage light filtering through the windows. Her eyes alternated between his face and his engorged cock glistening with her saliva. She was in the seat, knees slightly spread, biting her lip in that determined way Chris remembered from their childhood when she was analyzing some problem or situation.

"Follow me," she told him softly before she climbed out of the truck and started for the house.

She stopped halfway there, looking down the narrow alley between the two structures to the sea. Looking back she saw Chris following her and smiled. Instead of continuing into the house she turned left, walking between the house and the detached garage to emerge on the cool white sand of the beach. She walked down to the water's edge and stood with her toes in the sand letting the gentle waves of the Atlantic wash over them. Chris walked up and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her head. She could feel his massive erection straining against his pants, rubbing against the small of her back.

They stood that way for several minutes, not talking, just watching the waves and the stars, until Jessica turned in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her uncle down for a slow, passionate kiss.

"Make love to me in the sand," she mumbled into his mouth.

Chris quickly glanced up and down the beach. It was completely deserted as far as the eye could see, and bathed in shadows. The moon was just a thin sliver in the sky and only a few lights were visible down the beach, as most of the residents kept their lights off during sea turtle nesting season.

The pair sank slowly to the sand together. Jessica fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, finally giving up and ripping it open to expose his chiseled torso. She pushed him to his back in the sand and straddled him, kissing her way down from his neck. She trailed her lips across his collar bones, over the defined muscles of his pecs and flicked her tongue across his nipple rings as she passed. She continued kissing down the washboard of his abs, loosening his belt in the process. As she kissed lower she pulled the heavy denim jeans down his thighs. His towering cock sprang free, pale and ominous looking in the muted starlight.

The cool night air on his penis caused Chris to inhale sharply. The sensation didn't last long however as his niece quickly enveloped it with her very talented mouth, covering it with wet, sloppy kisses before wrapping her lips around the head and sinking low. Down and down she sank, until his member was firmly lodged in her throat. She held him there as long as she could, until pure lack of oxygen forced her to retreat.

"Jesus Jessica," Chris panted as she gobbled him down again after a few gulps of fresh air, "where did you learn to give head like that?"

Chris's arms were behind his head, propping it up so he could gaze down his abdomen and watch his cock disappear into her mouth. Although her hair was in her face he could feel her gaze on him, watching his reactions.

Finally she let him fall from her mouth with a slurping pop and climbed back on top of him, hiking her dress up around her waist as she did. His cock lay thick and hot along his stomach, pinned beneath the furnace of Jessica's pussy. She was slowly rocking back and forth, running her dripping lips along the thick ridge. She leaned forward, planting her hands in the sand on either side of his head, and rocked her hips forward slightly allowing his cock to spring free. Chris immediately gripped it and guided the head to her waiting lips. He was amazed by the heat baking off of her, like an overheated furnace on a bitter cold day. Jessica pushed herself back, engulfing the head of his cock in the wettest, hottest embrace he had ever felt.

Ever so slowly she continued, taking him a fraction of an inch at a time until finally she sat up straight, hands on her tummy where she could feel the bulge of his manhood. Chris reached up and pulled the top of her dress down, exposing the pert globes of her breasts to the cool ocean breeze. She flexed the muscles of her groin around his cock as she slowly started to rock up and down on it. Her hands traced the various tattoos and muscular crevices across her uncles' chest.

"Oh Chris," she moaned into the night.

His hands were on her body, exploring every inch of exposed skin. They slid up her thighs, the muscles flexing under his touch as she rode him. They gripped her tight ass, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh. They slid higher, up her sides, slipping around to cup her perky globes. He rolled her nipples under his thumbs, pinched them, pulled them, and tugged on the little steel rings. Each action caused her to whimper in pleasure.

She leaned into him, pressing her body flat against his and letting him control the thrusting. She kissed his neck, along the strong line of his jaw and finally found his lips.

"I love you," she mumbled as her tongue searched out his.

They moved together in the darkness as the waves washed over their legs and feet, joined at the mouth and groin in deepest passion. Before long Jessica was quivering in his arms, moaning loudly as an orgasm coursed through her body.

"Ohh god Chris I'm cumming! Please don't stop!"

He continued to thrust his iron rod into her, the flood of her juices making it easier and easier. He was nearing his own climax when his niece whispered in his ear.

"Will you fuck my ass?"

Chris stopped in mid-thrust, looking at Jessica intently.

"Will you fuck my ass?" she repeated. "Please. I want it. It's the one part of me I've never given to anyone. The one piece left that I can share with you and no one else."

Her eyes bored into his own, pleading for him to grant her wish. He answered by pulling his engorged prick out of her pussy and positioning the swollen head against the tight, puckered opening of her anus.

Jessica pushed her body back, feeling the pressure of her uncles' enormous member pushing against her ass. The head was slick with her own fluids and after a moment of intense pressure it popped inside of her.

The pain was instant and immense, causing her to cry out in surprise. But; but she focused her will and relaxed her body, and a few moments later the pain faded away. She held his cock just inside of her for a while, not moving, just letting her body adjust to the size. Finally she supported herself on one hand and used the other the slather his shaft with more slippery juice from her leaking pussy, ensuring that it was well lubricated.

She pushed back again, forcing his pole into her ass at a snail's pace, stopping every so often to rest and let her body adjust. The suspense was agonizing for both of them as she crept down his shaft. Finally after several grueling minutes she felt his swollen sack against her cheeks and knew that she had taken it all.

She threw her head back and howled into the night sky.

Down the beach several lights came on briefly.

"Oh my god Jess," Chris moaned.

Jessica dropped back down and kissed her uncle, feverishly searching out his mouth. Her body rocked back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her ass.

"Fuck my ass Chris," she breathed into his mouth, "fuck me hard! Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

It wasn't long before her body convulsed in his arms. She screamed out again, the loudest yet, as she came violently. Her pussy gushed against his skin. The muscles of her ass clamped down even tighter on his tool as it reamed her.

"Oh Jess," Chris grunted, "I'm going to cum."

"Cum in my ass," she whimpered. Her head was thrown back, body still shaking, tears coursing down her cheeks.

Chris pumped his dick into her twice more before ramming it home a final time. His balls clenched, sending a torrent of thick, hot cum up through his penis and into Jessica's tight little ass. She collapsed onto his chest panting heavily, still trembling.

"Mmm that was incredible Chris." She pecked him on the lips, smiling a sleepy little smile. "I love you."

"I love you too, my sexy little nerd."



Reunited



Many people say you can't fall in love at 16. I did. And there was no doubt in my heart the he loved me back. The only problem was that we were 700 miles apart. Cyber romance is the type that people say never last. It didn't. Life happened. I went to Julliard; he stayed in Illinois and got some crappy job at a craft store. We lost touch. No amount of phone calls and email could keep us from drifting apart. I found myself thinking, from time to time, about his name. Gabriel...



My voice rang brilliantly throughout the theater. Another song I had wrote involving the joys of love rolled off my tongue. The final note trilled in a marvelous vibrato, and the audience erupted into cheers. I bowed and waved to my boyfriend, Dave, who sat in the front row. He smiled at me and gave me a standing ovation. I walked off the stage gracefully, a little shaky. It was usual for a performance. 

I laughed when I got behind the curtain, shaking my head in disbelief that I was only 26 and I was performing in front of millions.

I tugged at my masquerade mask, which sat a little too snug across my eyes. I was thankful that there was to be an outfit change before the party. That way, even with me being the star, nobody could recognize me. I changed quickly into an elegant, form fitting black dress that was ruched at the hips. My new mask was more comfortable, and much more elegant. I curved and flared my eyeliner out more to accentuate my honey colored eyes against the dark mask. Raven black hair flowed in elegant, carefree waves down my back. 

Backstage chatter filled my head as I slipped out the back and worked myself into the crowd of people, who were being ushered into a club that was managed by the same people who owned the theater. I sighed a little, remembering that Dave could only stay for my performance. He was on call that night and no doubt he was already on his way to the hospital. But I told myself that this was good; I needed a night to be someone else. 

Booming club beats drowned out my thoughts as I made it into the large establishment. It was marvelous. Not like most clubs, this was reserved for the best of the best. It was elegant and wonderful. The floors were shiny black marble, with accenting white columns throughout the room. At the sides were private areas, which were to be covered by sliding glass doors. Strobe and laser lights filtered across the room in beautiful colors. On the stage, classy female dancers worked their magic, moving about in time with the current song. 

I started moving right away. The bass of the music 

carried me to the center of the dance floor, and I couldn't help but draw attention to myself. I noticed this and quickly moved to the side of the room, heat filtering to my cheeks. I was supposed to be a different person tonight; not the center of attention. A waitress moved by with a tray of martinis and I grabbed one, sipping it quickly. 

A deep voice startled me, 

"Don't drink too fast; wouldn't want you to get tipsy." My heels turned to face behind me, locating the source of the voice. A figure sat on one of the couches, lone and mysterious. He wore casual slacks and shoes, a long sleeve button up shirt, and a simple mask. All black. I admired that me and him enjoyed the same color. His also onyx hair was tousled and messy, stopping just over his ears. Through the mask, his eyes sparkled blue.

I gained composure and gave him a crooked smile, "Wouldn't most men want that for a woman? Easier prey." 

He shrugged, "I'm not hunting." 

I took a seat on the couch opposite him, "Oh, you brought a date."

He shook his head, "No. I'm just crashing." 

I raised an eyebrow, "You weren't invited."

He smiled, "Are you going to turn me in? That wouldn't be very friendly of you." 

I took another sip of my martini and set it down, "Who said I was friendly?" I heard a familiar tune start up. The corners of my lips turned up in a smile. 

"I love this song," he said.

I cocked my head at him, "Not many people know this song. It's my favorite."

"Would you like to dance?" 

"Can I get your name?"

He smiled, "Isn't this a masquerade? It would take away the mystery if I told you. How about you just call me X? A variable if you will."

I nodded and he stood up, offering his hand. I took it and he led me to the dance floor. We moved to the sensual beats of the song, he hugging my body tightly to him. Our movements were fluid, and our bodies seemed to mold against each other. Our eyes were locked the entire song. I felt heat rise up inside of me and my toes felt like they were on fire.

When it ended, he led me back to our spot and we took our seats. This time, I sat on the same couch as him. We stayed in that spot for the rest of the night, chatting and laughing and flirting. He told me that he recently moved to New York, as he got a once in a lifetime job in computer security. He heard about the party from a coworker and decided to see what all the hype was about. 

A voice came over the music, "Okay everyone, we're going to slow it down. Grab that special person and hold each other close." As Long As Our Hearts Our Beating by Jenny & Tyler came on. I looked at the man in black and he held out his hand for the second time tonight. Hesitantly, I took it. I thought about Dave, and wondered if I was going too far. No, I wasn't. It was only just tonight. I'm a different person tonight. 

I was led to the dance floor and I wrapped my arms around the dark stranger's neck. He placed his hands on my hips and we started moving slowly. I closed my eyes and got lost in the romance of the song. The rest of the world slowly melted away, and my eyes opened to peer into his. His gaze smoldered deep down into my soul. We were the only two people in the universe, connected as one. Beautiful colors swirled around us and caressed at my skin. And all at once it was shattered.

Two people were shoving and pushing at each other. One of them violently knocked into me and I was wrenched to the left, slipping from my mysterious partner's grasp. I fell to the hard ground, my mask slipping off my face and skittering across the ground. I looked up, a sort of circle now gathered around me. People gasped. "It's her!" someone shouted. "Oh my god! It's Eden!" another shouted. 

I looked over to see X, now staring at me in awe. Our eyes locked for a split second before hoards of people started trying to help me up. I was grabbed and brought to my feet, "Are you okay, Eden? Oh my gosh I touched her!" I shied away from all the advances and shoved roughly through the people, trying to get away. 

I remembered that X was now probably one of the drones, trying to get to me just like everyone else. My heels carried me swiftly out of the booming club and moved to the side of the building. Using the people's confusion of where I was, I kicked my stilettos off and started climbing up the fire escape to the top of the building.

I finally reached the top and fell, exasperated, onto the cement, damp from the earlier rain. For the past week it has been raining off and on frustratingly. My dress, which had been torn down the side, swayed in the chilly wind. My heart beat thrummed in my ears, and I started crying. All I wanted was one night. One night where I could be a different person and not have to stand in the spot light. But no, I couldn't have that. I wasn't allowed. I wished I was normal. 

Through my sobbing, I barely heard the soft, low voice from behind me. "Eden?" I stood up quickly, facing the voice. It was X. His blue eyes were bright. His forehead creased. He seemed to be thinking hard.

I folded my arms, "Well? Aren't you going to ask me for autograph and fawn over me?" 

He looked surprised, "Eden," He said again, taking a few steps close to me. He said my name like he personally knew me. It made me shiver. 

As he walked, he untied the strings of his mask. Carelessly, he let it fall to the asphalt. My eyes widened and before I could let out a gasp, he grasped my face in his hands and lent down, crushing his lips against mine. At first, my shock made me still. But then I reacted, grabbing at his hair and kissing feverishly back. Our hands were all over each other, and fire lit up inside me. His strong hands slid up into my hair and clutched at my long tresses. I barely noticed the thunder and the rain that started to pour down in buckets upon us. 

Reluctantly, I broke away from the kiss. His nose brushed against mine and he breathed heavily. I bit his lip lightly, playfully, and looked up into his now dark sapphire eyes. "Gabriel," My breathing was labored, and his name escaped my lips in a whisper. He simply responded with another deep kiss and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I talked fast, "Ah, wait. See that door over there? That leads to the stairs. Go back down to the club."

He kissed up and down my face and neck, "The people?" He groaned out. 

I moaned, "They had to have closed the club. No people means ah, no point." My thoughts were turning to mush. 

He kicked open the door and made his way down to the club, which was now silent, except for the rain pattering hard on the walls and roof. There were no lights on, except for one that glittered on one of the private areas. He made his way over, still carrying me. He gently set me down on the couch and closed the sliding doors.



Reunited



The following story is true down to the last detail. Names have been changed to avoid legal complications. 

*

February in the Midwest can be crazy cold. I looked out my office window at the gathering gloom of the late afternoon as light snow swirled in the wind. For some reason, I hadn't been able to concentrate most of the day. As I stared out the window, my thoughts kept coming back to a girl I had known several years before. She had been on my mind all day, and, as much as I tried, I couldn't seem to shake her image.

Kathie and I had been friends and then lovers for a several years. Although we were good together, she met Rob during that time and began dating him. I guess Rob gave her things I couldn't. After a year of dating Rob, she told me they were getting married. I wasn't happy about it, but I didn't try to stop her. That day, as I looked out at the freezing winter twilight, Kathie was 25, and had been married over three years. The last time I had spoken to her had been about a year ago, and the call had been brief.

I knew we would never go back to that relationship. She was happily married to Rob, but I couldn't get her out of my mind. I kept recalling our hot sex. Kathie was not a particularly great lover, but she was open to just about anything. I guess the best way to describe her is that she has the body of a gymnast. You know those little, tight, eastern European gymnasts you see in the Olympics? That's exactly how Kathie is built. Her hair is blonde and wavy, but not real curly. Grey blue eyes and light freckles across her cheeks make her look a lot younger. She's rather flat chested as you might suspect being built like a gymnast, but she has one of the hardest, little asses you have ever seen. When she wears her tight jeans, she never fails to draw stares from men and women.

By the end of that day, I had worked myself up to the point that I either needed some kind of release or a cold shower. I really wanted to see her again, but I knew I couldn't just call. It would be too awkward. As I thought about it, I remembered she had been taking some night classes at a local college. I don't know why I did it, but I decided to drive out to the college that night to see if I could find her.

The winter night had fallen and the snow was really beginning to pick up when I drove into the main parking lot. Driving up and down the aisles, and I finally spotted her car. I parked next to her car and walked up to the side entrance. Wandering around the halls, I peeked into several classes but didn't see her. As a last resort, I went to the front doors near the parking lot, and waited. I was hoping Kathie would walk by on her way out to her car.

I waited for about ten minutes and finally classes came to an end, and students began filing out to their cars. Scanning the people walking past, it dawned on me that I might not recognize her with a winter coat. I was thinking about giving up when a figure in jeans walked by me with her hood up. I was sure it was Kathie, and I stepped in behind her. It had to be her. I'd know that perfect ass any where. She was just crossing the foot bridge to the parking lot when I reached her.

"Hey Kathie, is that you?" I said.

She turned around and I could barely see her face with her hood pulled up. She stared for a couple of seconds and then broke into a large grin.

"Well hi there," she said. "Wow, what are you doing out here?"

"Checking on some classes," I lied. 

I didn't want her to know I had come out here looking for her like some kind of stalker. 

"I haven't seen you in ages," she said smiling again.

I noticed she had cut her blonde hair pretty short. The cut made her look even younger. In some ways it almost made her look like a beautiful, young boy. 

We just looked at each other for a few more minutes when I finally said.

"How about you sit in my car and talk while you warm up your car?"

She seemed to think about this for a few seconds.

"Sure," she said smiling again.

She started her car and got into mine. 

"So, what have you been up to?" she asked.

With that, we started talking, and before I knew it, a half hour had gone by. We were always good at talking to each other and Kathie was so smart, I really enjoyed our conversations. Finally she looked over at me.

"Well, I guess I should be going" she said.

"Do you have to get back?" I asked.

She just looked at me again with those beautiful grey, blue eyes. "How about I drive us up to the point where we used to park and we can talk some more," I asked taking my shot.

She seemed to think about it for a few minutes.

"I did get out of class a little early," she said.

Kathie turned off her car and got back in. Minutes later we were heading over the river driving through the lightly falling snow. I drove up the dark curving road until I found the place we used to park years ago. It was a side ramp off the road that looked out over the valley and the river far below. In the darkness, with the falling snow, the lights twinkled below like star bursts.

I left the car running and the radio softly playing.

"I wasn't completely honest with you," I said.

"About what?" she asked.

"I didn't come up to the college to check on classes. I came out to find you."

Kathie didn't say anything. She just looked at me for what seemed like minutes. She then slowly leaned over toward me. I met her over the gear shift and our lips lightly touched. Her lips were warm and smooth and the kiss lingered. Leaning back again, Kathie locked me with her eyes.

"I've thought about you too," she said. "I know I shouldn't, but I have".

I leaned over to her again and our lips again met but this time her tongue snaked wetly into my mouth. Our breathing became heavier until the windows began to steam up. We were locked in an open mouth kiss when I slipped my hand down between her legs and began to softly massage her pussy through her jeans. Kathie moaned into my mouth and lifted her hips to meet my caress. Kissing down her neck I felt her skin warming on my lips.

"You know," she whispered in my ear, "sometimes, when I'm alone, I...I...think about you." 

"You do?" I whispered back. 

"God, I can't believe I'm admitting this," she said.

"What do you do when you think of me?" I asked.

Kathie didn't answer. She broke our kiss and looked down not meeting my eyes.

"Do you ever touch yourself when you think of me?" I asked softly.

She didn't answer right away. 

Finally, still not meeting my gaze, she answered softly "yes". 

I took her head in my hands, and turned her face to mine beginning our tongue battle again.

I applied more pressure to my caress, and I could feel the heat from her pussy pulsing beneath my hand. I reached up, unsnapped her jeans, and slowly pulled the zipper down. Breaking our kiss for a second, Kathie leaned back against the door and pulled her jeans down revealing her sheer, white, lace panties.

Our frenching began again as my hand touched her cotton covered crotch. I would feel the wetness of her panties against my fingers. Kathie let out another low moan has my fingers traced the lips of her pussy through the soaked fabric. I remember asking myself how she planned to hide her wet panties from her husband when she got home. 

We kissed for a few more minutes like this with me rubbing her crotch, and her tongue furiously stabbing into my mouth. I knew what she wanted. It's what she wanted when she first saw me in the parking lot. I moved my head lower and slowly licked up her inner left thigh. 

Kathie's breathing was coming in short little gasps by the time I placed my mouth on the sheer fabric covering her pussy and began licking her through the lace.

Let me just say that Kathie loved to have her pussy eaten. As a matter of fact she usually comes so hard being eaten, that she squirts a thin, stream of female jack juice. Once, when she had been riding my cock, she moved up and straddled my head. I pushed my tongue up into her slick pussy and she just rode my face. I felt a warm stream of pussy juice hit my chin, and she begged me not to stop.

Now, as my tongue pushed against the wet panty fabric, Kathie's heavy breathing turned into pants. I knew she wanted my tongue on her slit, but I wanted to tease her some more just to see how soaked her little, white panties could get.

Kathie reached down, placed her right hand behind my head and began pulling my face into her soaked panties. My tongue stabbed harder against the tight fabric. Her hand pulled me in, and I literally smothered her panty covered pussy with my mouth.

"Oh God, "she moaned.

I reached up and pulled the wet cloth to the side and slowly, licked up her pulsing, fleshy lips. She was so wet that I wondered if she might leave a stain on the car seat. I noticed her pussy was shaved smooth except for a small triangular patch of hair above her slit. I wondered if Rob liked her smooth like this.

I stuck my tongue out and ran it slowly over her fold until I reached the little hood covering her button. Her pink clit stuck out hard, and I lightly flicked my tongue against it causing shock waves through her body.

"Yes," Kathie groaned in a low voice.

I began to slowly flicking my tongue against her tiny nub. Building the rhythm, I licked faster and faster against her most sensitive spot. Her little button stuck straight out and the more excited she got, the bigger it got. I stopped flicking my tongue and sucked her clit into my mouth to give her girl button a tiny blow job.

"Oh, oh, God, please," Kathie cried moving her head back and forth against the car door.

I sucked and gently pulled on her clit until all of it was in my mouth. Then I began to slowly roll my tongue around her engorged nub. Kathie's body began violently shaking and jerking.

"OH FUCK," she screamed and I felt the familiar warm, stream hit my lips and chin as she began squirting in orgasm.

By now I had rolled my tongue down and was stabbing it into her literally tongue fucking her sopping cunt. I pushed and pushed until I was able to get most of my tongue into her. This sent her over the top. Kathie screamed again and grabbed my hair pulling my face into her.

She literally gushed as I gave her the tongue fucking of a life time. Her girl juice covered my lips, chin and cheeks. It ran down to her puckered anus and began soaking a circular spot on my car seat. At this point I couldn't have cared less. I wanted her to come over and over, and she didn't disappoint. With her eyes squeezed shut, Kathie twitched, jerked, and shook as one orgasm after another flowed over her. Her cries became guttural grunts and moans, and at one point, I actually thought she might pass out.

Finally I pulled my head back and slipped my tongue out of her sopping pussy. Kathie lay against the door breathing heavily as I sat back and enjoyed the sight. Her legs were spread wide revealing her gaping, pink, dripping pussy. Kathie's face was beet red. Her face always got that way when she had multiple orgasms, and this had sent her right off the chart. I lost count at five.

After a few minutes, Kathie sat up and kissed me again as her right hand groped frantically for my jean covered hard on. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and her right hand unzipped my jeans and began tugging them and my underwear down. I sat up slightly and let her pull them down freeing my rock, hard cock. 

Moving over my lap. Kathie lowered her head and I felt my dick slide between her silky smooth lips. There was urgency in her sucking. It was if she was going to get off by fucking me with her mouth. I'm not sure if women can come just by sucking a guy off, but it sure seemed like this is what Kathie was trying to do. 

Kathie moved her body so she was almost on her knees on the passenger seat as her mouth worked on me. I felt her lift her head up and then felt her slick, warm tongue lick up the side of my shaft.

My left hand just rested on her head but my right hand was exploring. I moved my hand around between her legs and pressed two fingers into her pussy. I got a low groan from Kathie as her pussy juice literally coated my fingers. Finger fucking her pussy, Kathie moaned again through the cock meat filling her mouth.

In the darkened car, with only the dash board lights, I was going on sense of feel. Looking down I watched as Kathie's head bobbed slowly. Her mouth caressed my rod in warm slickness as she pushed her head to take more down her throat. My fingers made soft, wet, slopping noises as I continued jamming into her pussy.

Suddenly I had an idea. I remember wondering if she would let me do this. I pulled my fingers out of her dripping hole and slowly slipped them back searching for her anal pucker. Even in the dark, I found the rippled ring of her puckered anus. It was slippery and wet from her juice. 

I felt Kathie's body tense as my finger lightly rimmed her little asshole. Kathie's anus was a tiny, washed out, brown starfish. When I slowly pushed the tip of my middle finger past her rubbery ring, Kathie whimpered around my cock filling her mouth, but she didn't stop her slow head bobbing. Since she didn't protest, I pushed my finger further into her clenching asshole, and at the same time, I put my left hand on the top of her head in case she tried to lift up. 

Soon I was in past the second knuckle, and Kathie's bobbing became faster. Her asshole gripped my finger like a silken vise but all that did was make me want to push further. Soon I had my entire middle finger up her bung hole. The tightness was incredible. I remember wondering how good it would fell to have my cock buried to the hilt in her gripping shit chute.

Slowly I pulled my finger out and then pushed back in. It was a little difficult at first, but I could feel her anal muscles giving in to the invasion until soon I was rhythmically finger fucking her ass. As I jammed my finger in and out, Kathie's head bobbed faster and faster on my cock. She was whimpering with every stab of my finger. I couldn't tell if my finger ass fuck was causing her pleasure or pain, but to tell the truth, at this point I didn't care. I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew it would be massive. 

By now Kathie's head was bobbing so fast it felt like a hot, wet, vacuum on my dick. I realized she was probably doing this to get me to cum in order to stop my finger invasion of her rectum, but I held back enjoying the inside of her asshole as much as the inside of her mouth. 

Soon, I couldn't stand it anymore. I pushed my finger to the hilt up her spasming shit chute and with my left hand on top of her head, pushed down until my cock slid down her throat. 

"Oh shit yeah," I groaned sending a gush of semen down Kathie's throat. She gagged and tried to lift her head, but I held it down firmly as I jerked glob and after glob coating her throat and esophagus. I remember thinking I might be choking her as she squirmed and tried to lift up, but I wanted her deep throat, so I held her head down firmly it down as my cock continued to spasm. At the same time, I felt her ass muscles contact around my finger to the point I thought she might break the bone. 

After a few minutes, I was finally drained. I took my hand off her head, and she lifted up pulling her mouth off my cock. Kathie coughed slightly and a stream of cum trailed from her lower lip onto the seat between my legs. 

I slowly pulled my finger from her spasming asshole. I watched fascinated as her wrinkled, little ass ring bulged out as if trying to hold on to my finger. With my finger out, her anus gaped slightly, but slowly began closing up as I watched.

Kathie coughed a little more and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she caught her breath.

She didn't say much as we got dressed and I pulled out onto the main road to take her back to her car. I know I'd been a little rough on her, and I thought she might be mad. When we got back to her car, she leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"Let's get a room next time."



Reunited



"It's been such a long time," he said as they parted from the embrace. "I've missed you."

"I know. It feels like forever," she agreed. The only reason they were even together now was because she was in town for a business convention. She had been to the city in the past for various reasons, but there was always an excuse not to look him up. If they were to make plans together, circumstances and time would have to allow for anything that may happen when they were reunited. Until now, their paths hadn't crossed for five years.

The old friends took their seats at the balcony table overlooking the harbor. They shared a leisurely meal catching up on the past several years, during which their correspondence had been limited to sparse electronic communications. Afterwards, the pair caught a cab to his apartment. She was sharing a hotel room for the convention, so the promise of privacy at his place was naturally more attractive.

True privacy was a luxury they had never previously enjoyed. Their past romantic trysts had always been hurried, knowing they had to be cut short or easily concealed in the event of discovery. Truth be told, they had never actually made love; their few passionate moments did not amount to much more than heavy petting in their college years. Their friendship had always been dappled with sexual tension; however, due to career paths and relationships taking them in different directions, they had resigned themselves to friendship status, awkward words and moments notwithstanding. But...tonight was different. Over dinner it was revealed that neither of them had any romantic partners or prospects on the horizon. The two of them being simultaneously unattached was something that had not occurred in the entire decade that had passed since they had shared their last kiss.

She found herself a bit more excited by this news than she expected. She arranged this meet-up prepared for anything -- or nothing -- to happen. She was eager to catch up with her old friend all the same, even if she found him married and happy by now. On the other hand, her mind had certainly considered more titillating possibilities. After all, she was no longer a nervous teenage virgin, and memories of him had occasionally taken the stage in her self-pleasuring fantasies over the years. In all honesty, they had sometimes even crept into her mind during sex with a partner. She wondered if the same thoughts ever went through his mind as well.

In light of this new opportunity, she found herself taking greater interest in the physical changes in him. She couldn't help but notice the sharper cut of his jawline and the improvements to his physique from five years before, visible even through his button-up shirt and khakis. He was of average height, slim but muscular, with broad shoulders and a slim waist and hips. She had always found him attractive but the last few years had obviously treated him very well and she found it difficult not to let her eyes linger away from his as they spoke.

She had prepared for this evening fraught with possibility, and made sure to look great for the night out. She wore a blouse that showed a tiny hint of cleavage, a flared knee-length skirt, and cute heels. The outfit was comfortable and respectable enough to be worn with a cardigan for all the air-conditioned meetings during the day, but it also made her look and feel confident and sexy. Not for the business meetings, she also wore a matching bra and panties set -- just in case, of course.

When they arrived at his apartment, he took her into his arms for another hug, the nature of which she attempted to gauge. It seemed to linger a bit longer than a normal friendly hug, but really, almost every hug they had ever shared in their years of friendship came with some unspoken conversation.

"Something to drink?" he asked, breaking her contemplation. He strode to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of dessert wine, holding it up in question. She nodded and smiled to herself, wondering if he was also hoping for a more 'exciting' evening. She wasn't positive, but she doubted too many men in their twenties, albeit the later ones, had bottles of fancy dessert wine chilled and standing at the ready in the fridge.

She was not planning to get drunk, but a glass or two would at least calm her nerves. She had fantasized so many times about how this evening might go, but she didn't honestly expect it to even get this far. Really, she thought, having a glass of wine with an old friend is not "far" by anyone's definition, but that didn't keep the butterflies out of her stomach.

He handed her a glass and she followed him to sit on the couch. He sat in the middle seat, which she chose to interpret as confirmation that something physical would indeed take place. They talked and laughed more freely without a balcony full of other diners around. It was wonderful to know that even after so long, they could fall right back into their comfort zones with each other. They had always clicked so well, which was great in the friendship; however, the mutual physical attraction was what had always complicated things in the past. As if on cue, with a little more wine in him, she noticed his eyes roaming on more than just her face, though still attempting not to be caught in the act.

When did he become so shy about this type of thing? she thought. In the past, he was always the one who made the first move, even when she sorely wanted to do it herself. He had even awkwardly confessed feelings of desire to her in the past while she was in a committed relationship, a situation with a guaranteed outcome of rejection. She had no idea what was holding him back now, but she decided that for once, she would make the first move.

Emboldened by the wine, she stood, took the glass from his hand, and set both of their drinks on the table. She turned to face him and looked down into his dark eyes, which showed no signs of reservation. She reached down to rest her fingertips lightly against his jawline, leaned in closer to his upturned face, and planted a soft kiss on his parted lips. She pulled back slightly to measure his reaction, and his smoldering, half-lidded eyes and suspended breath only encouraged her to continue.

She kissed him again, harder. Their tongues reacquainted and the kiss grew in passion as they wrapped their arms around each other. He put his legs between hers and gently pulled her down to the couch so she was resting on her knees, straddling him. She eagerly explored his once-familiar mouth as he brought his hands underneath her full skirt, sliding them up her smooth thighs and stopping to grip her firm behind. She moaned lightly into his mouth and her hands began to survey the taut musculature she had been discreetly eying over dinner. He moved his hands around to her hips and smoothly guided her body down to settle firmly and more comfortably against his growing excitement. His thumbs grazed the sensitive spot connecting her thigh to the rest of her, and she shuddered.

She parted the kiss to unbutton his shirt. As she removed the fabric from his hot skin, she followed the material with her mouth, leaving a trail of kisses along his neck and shoulder. His hands resurfaced from underneath her skirt, and settled on her waist. He slowly slid her blouse up and over her head. With her arms still tangled in the shirt above her head, he paused for a moment to bestow ardent kisses upon her collarbone and the tops of her ample breasts. His hands, of course, were still free to glide along the silkiness of her newly exposed skin, creating goosebumps wherever they roamed. She could easily wiggle out of the bind, but being at his mercy in such a vulnerable position aroused her in a primal way, and she could feel her nipples tightening with pleasure. He relieved her of the constraints of the blouse and pulled her in for a feverish kiss. As he probed her mouth with his eager tongue, his strong arms held her so tight against him that it was almost painful. It brought back a pleasant wave of nostalgia.

Despite her being of average build and shorter than average height, he had been the first man who had ever made her feel dainty and feminine in his arms. She had never been a large woman, but she was built solid with strong limbs, though these traits were supplemented with womanly curves. The feeling wasn't as pervasive as she got older and stopped dating scrawny college guys, but she always remembered how it felt to be held by him - to feel like a woman, sexy and alive.

Stirred even more by the recollection, she arched her back and pressed her breasts even harder against his bare chest. He slipped her bra straps off her shoulders and rained kisses all over her shoulders and neck. He reached around to her back and unclasped her bra. He drew it down her arms, exposing her swollen breasts and taut nipples. He wet his lips and lowered his head to cover each breast with his hot kisses, taking each erect tip between his lips and caressing it with his agile tongue, teasing the unattended nipple with his fingers. Her breathing quickened, and she lowered her head, bringing her lips against his ear and purred, "Take me to bed".

He did not have to be told twice. He arranged his arms under her thighs, stood up, and effortlessly carried her to the bedroom. He gently laid her on the bed, and, in typical male fashion, managed to remove the rest of his clothing before she had fully unzipped her skirt. After assisting in the removal of her skirt and shoes, he slid his hands up her shapely legs, starting at her ankles and ending at the waistband of her panties. He slowly did the same in reverse, this time with the panties in tow. He made the journey once more, this time using his lips and tongue to trace a line from ankle to inner thigh on one leg. He lightly ran his tongue along the crevices that connected her thighs to her body, and teased her drenched womanhood with his hot breath.

She bucked her hips in an effort to meet his mouth, but he evaded her attempts. He lightly flicked his tongue against her slit, adding to her desperation. After a minute or so of this exquisite torture, he thrust his tongue firmly into her wetness, then dragged it up slowly to finally encircle it around her engorged hood. She writhed underneath his hungry mouth and could not believe anything could ever feel this good. He reached a hand up to stroke one of her rigid nipples, sending a delicious wave through her body. She could no longer stand the wait; it was time to -- finally -- have him inside her.

She reached down to run her fingers through his hair, and tugged ever so gently to imply it was time for him to surface. He rose and positioned himself above her, pressing his entire naked body against hers for the first time, his throbbing member resting against her slick entrance. He cradled her head in his hands and kissed her tenderly on the forehead, cheeks, and nose. He gazed at her with wondering eyes, and she answered with a slight rock of the hips and a barely audible "yes" against his ear. She lightly bit down on the lobe and he shuddered in response. He rubbed the tip of his stiff manhood against her opening, then slowly inserted it. He slid in with ease due to her extreme state of arousal, and a soft moan escaped his lips as he buried himself inside her.

Their lovemaking started slow, then worked up to a near frenzied pace, the years of denial erupting with unbridled passion. Neither of them could say what the future held, but that would have to wait until tomorrow, for nothing could ruin this incredible night. They clung tightly to each other as they rocked, their tongues colliding in sync with his plunging down below. She raked her nails down his back as he nibbled her ears, neck, and shoulders.

He rose up onto his hands to gain a better angle and view of the situation. She caressed his chest and abdomen with one hand, and her own with the other. His eyes widened with excitement as she cupped one of her own breasts and lightly flicked the nipple with her thumb. She slowly trailed her hand down her body and found her hot spot. As she massaged herself, she could tell he had to work to hold back his own arousal to keep from ending the evening prematurely. He leant down and began encircling one of her nipples with his tongue. She threw her free arm over her head and arched her back to give him easier access. Within seconds, her body wracked with pleasure and she cried out from the intensity of the orgasm. It felt like it lasted a whole minute, and it was so powerful she barely noticed that he also peaked during her spasms.

Their movement slowed, and he lowered himself to kiss her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight against her, feeling his pounding heartbeat against hers. They stayed that way until their breathing and pulses returned to normal, and all she could whisper was, "Finally." 



Reunited



Reunion. 1

They had both vowed that they wouldn't do this again; they were going to meet for a drink, that was all. A quiet drink to catch up on the last few years. A simple drink, after all they had always done that before. They were going to meet up and have a drink – that's what they both told themselves. But they were consummate fantasists after all – and they both knew that this was just another fantasy.

He knew the moment she appeared wearing a skirt and a tight white t shirt, outlining her soft firm breasts in cotton, rather than wearing her usual jeans and jacket. She knew because after years of practice she could see the shape of his jeans and knew he was wearing nothing beneath. Clothes and how they wore them was always so important to them both. She gulped and strode forwards, her lips already swollen and the urge to kiss him deeply barely concealed. She could feel the hardness of her nipples against the soft material of the t shirt and knew he'd noticed. However he kissed her formally, politely and went to the bar to get her a drink – she'd decided already that it would have to be a large red wine, something to calm things down. Perhaps? They sat opposite sides of the table but each move seemed to have a hidden double meaning, they talked trivia and pleasantries and before she knew it they had both finished their drinks and she stood up, her boots clicking against the concrete as she asked him what he wanted. The pause she left was significant. He swallowed and ordered another wine. 

As she stood at the bar she was aware of the looks of a few of the other customers, perhaps it was written all over her face, perhaps it was just her paranoia. Whilst she waited for the bored barmaid to pour the wine she felt his breath at her shoulder, not touching her, almost not touching her, she could feel the heat of his body – or was it the reflected heat of her own? He seemed unsure about moving forwards so she took the smallest of steps in reverse and felt his body impact with hers; she smiled and watched him in the mirror behind the bar as a hand fell gently on to her waist. She relaxed into him and let her buttocks press against the firmness beneath his jeans. In that moment the barmaid returned and he fell back, but it was enough. Without a word they resumed their places at the outdoor table, they seemed to have moved closer without any conscious effort and her thigh brushed against his and stayed there. Her hand moved to his leg and upwards until she could lay her slim fingers on his cock without attracting too much attention. He hadn't expected this so soon and he leant forwards with a slight breathiness and brushed her lips, the tingling spreading through him. He risked letting his hand run over one nipple as he lifted his arm to touch her reddening cheek and then he sat back and downed his wine in one draught. She did the same and wordlessly took his hand and stood up – the warmth of the wine flooding her with disinhibition and her steps a little too quick as they walked away from the table and off in the direction of the small hotel she had booked only the day before.

The idle talk stopped and wordlessly they slipped through the crowded street into a quieter square where she looked up at him, eyes on fire, and smiled a knowing smile that said everything. In through the doors and past an elderly couple, past the girl in her twenties on the reception desk and into the old fashioned lift, one of the types with iron grills you pulled across. The grill clanked shut and the doors slid together painfully slowly. As they clicked shut and the whirring of the antique mechanism filled the space she grasped at his neck and pulled his face to hers, her lips parted and wet, kissing him forcefully and slipping her tongue between his lips as if she wanted to taste him for the very first time. His hands pulled her waist up against his and she felt him against her legs, hard and urgent, she moved position so she could feel him rub against her clothed sex. She gasped and felt one hand lift her skirt, reach for her thigh and up across her smooth buttocks, tracing the outline of her tiny knickers, the blue ones, the same ones she'd worn the first time she let him fuck her against his hotel wall. 

The lift clanked to an unruly shuddering stop just as she was about to unzip his jeans and perhaps unwisely fuck him right there in the lift. A polite cleaner stood back to let them out, no doubt she was used to seeing ruffled couples emerge. 

She took a deep breath and so did he. They walked slower now to the room, along the dark corridor. She slowly regained her composure, she knew what she wanted and with a moments reflection she wanted to make sure it lasted. Before she put the key in the room she turned to him. 

"Tell me what you want...", It was an assertive tone, more like a command.

"You know what I want." He replied with a smile in his eyes.

"But tell me now. Before we go in." This was a challenge and it showed in her new composure, she stood tall and slightly away from him.

"I want to fuck you." was all he said.

"Good. I think that goes without saying. I want you to fuck me too. Now, lets make this last, lets make this my fantasy fuck. OK." It wasn't a question.

"OK."

"So when we get inside, I'm going to do whatever I want – you don't get a say in it, you do as you're told, right." Again not a question. He nodded. "You'll like it I promise," She ran her hand across his cock whilst dangling the key in front of the door. "When you fuck me – when – you fuck me really hard, but you still do whatever I say."

She entered the key into the lock with a gentle force, her mind already ahead of events.

"Come in and stand there" she pointed forcefully at the plain white wall by the long tall window. He did as he was told, an expectant smile on his face. She walked across to him and stood in front of him, part of her appraising him, his lean body, his smile, his hands. The other part of her was trying desperately not to leap on him, struggling to control her desire to be his, surrender and be used. Not this time at least, she thought. She moved closer until her erect nipples were brushing his shirt, she held his wrists and stopped him from holding her. The message was clear. She grasped the back of his head gently at first then slowly she bunched his hair into her fist and pulled him down towards her – she whispered, "Remember, do as I say and you can fuck me, just do as you're told, otherwise I might just walk out into the corridor and fuck the first person I see, man or woman – and you can watch them have what you want." She ran her tongue across his lips and then kissed him slowly, luxuriously, ending with a brief bite that made the blood run and his mouth colour as if it had lipstick smeared across it. This turned her on and she lapped at the small red stain forming a drop on his lower lip.

She didn't know how long she could keep it up, she didn't even know where the words were coming from, but she was excited. Down in the street outside she could see people going about their everyday business and wondered what they would do if they looked up. One of them must do at some point, it was a stimulating idea. She thought back to her words a moment ago and the idea of fucking a stranger, especially a woman, flashed through her mind. It wasn't something she'd done before and she really did want him right now, but all the same... she wondered if the woman on reception might come up if she made enough noise. Her cunt was so wet and she needed it thoroughly enjoyed.

He stood there with his body trembling, his eyes fixed on the new assertive woman she was being, enjoying the idea of being used, being ordered, her lips were full and her breasts were so tight against the white material, her leg was starting to come up between his as she kissed the blood from his lips. He wanted to lift her shirt and hold her breasts but wanted her to tell him first. He felt her hand unzip him and wrap her fingers, long delicate fingers, artist's fingers, around his solid cock, twisting it out of his jeans and grasping it with force. No-one held ever held him as tightly as she was doing now. No-one but him at least. Her nails dug into the flesh of it as she stroked it backwards and forwards. She smiled a wicked smile and took one of his hands. Instead of taking it towards her she used it to replace her own around his cock, then clasped it and started to make him pull himself up and down whilst she watched.

"Look at me while you do that you bastard. Look at me."

She stepped back and sat on the window ledge, lifted up one leg and reached into her bag, bringing out a thick white dildo. She fixed him with her beautifully made up eyes and pulled her knickers aside to reveal her glistening moist pink pussy, pushing the dildo softly between the folds of flesh until it's head disappeared inside her as she moaned softly. He kept a steady rhythm as he watched her fuck herself in front of him. If anyone looked up now they were going to see the two of them. Secretly he also hoped that they would. 

She did this for a while and then suddenly withdrew it and beckoned to him. "I want you to lick my pussy. Now".

He obeyed and slid to his knees, letting go of himself and holding the soft flesh of her thighs open, running his tongue across the outside of her vulva, feeling the hair, feeling the vulnerability of her wet clitoris and slowly and surely working his tongue in deeper. Swallowing her juices as they flowed with each deep French kiss of her cunt. She groaned, watched him and then suddenly pushed his head hard into the wet mound. She was coming and she wanted to come. She wanted him to know she was coming. "Fuck fuck fuck! Keep going, keep going!", she threw her head back exposing her white neck whilst she felt his tongue ignite then explode inside her. Briefly she slumped, but she wanted more and never let her grip on him loosen.

He felt the shiver run through her body and she pushed him back, away, breathing heavily. He went to go towards her ready to take her but she put up a hand to stop him, pushing it against his chest, feeling the sweat running down his body and then firmly ran her fingers down to grab hold of his cock once again. She used it as a rudder; directing him across to the bed and making him lie down. She pulled a slim silken cord from her bag– she was glad she'd taken the chance and packed it – and wrapped it firmly around his wrists, pulling it tight, pulling him up and tying it to the head of the bed. He didn't complain. Then she took another and tied it around his left ankle, another around the other, and fixed them to opposite sides at the foot of the bed. His legs pulled apart and his hands immobile she slid her body up against his; kissed him on the lips and slid down again, her t shirt rising with the friction, exposing one breast, pink nipple swollen. He longed to get his hands on that and struggled but couldn't free himself. She looked up at him from under her lashes and raised an eyebrow – he sighed deeply as she took him in her mouth, the swollen end of his cock disappearing between her lips and the swirl of her tongue making him arch his back. She circled the end of his cock with her tongue and felt down to touch her own tingling clit at the same time, enjoying the feeling of having him absolutely at her mercy. Her toy. She pushed down until he was halfway inside her and then bit gently with her teeth, taking his flesh and making him tremble, trying not to come. She knew this and let go with a satisfied noise, like sucking a lolly she thought. "Don't!" she ordered. "Not yet".

She sat up, astride him, her legs straddling his, her wetness exposed. She leant forwards and pushed the covered breast to his mouth, he sucked at her through the cotton, the clothes almost more important than the softness underneath. He liked the half clothed filthiness of her, the dominant slut, and the idea that she could be fucked any time and not just naked. He pushed his head up, sucking more and more at the cloth, at the hardness. Without warning his teeth closed over her nipple, the pain was excitingly perversely gentle, and she reached back down to his cock, digging her nails in as she took it, he rose and involuntarily bit harder, making her gasp loudly. She pushed his head back down and slapped him across the cheek, making it flush rose red. God she was turned on. She held his head down by his hair and leant close, kissing and biting again at his lips. She whispered.

"Now you're going to be fucked like you've fucked me before, fucked hard, fucked like you're my girlfriend – you're going to be so so very fucked"

She moved her body into position and sat upright, guiding his cock, bigger than ever it seemed, into her ripe waiting cunt, parting herself with her fingers. He strained his head to watch as he disappeared between the folds of pink and felt her envelop him within, hot and sleek, deep in one single thrust. He cried out but was helpless as she moved up and down on him, almost uncontrollably, hands behind her on his legs, head thrown back, breasts bouncing up and down – t shirt risen above both, almost oblivious to him as she thrust harder and harder each time. Then she moved forwards, held his upstretched bound wrists and pulled her legs close, in between his, so there was no way of telling which one has which, where they joined, who was inside who. Her hips rose and fell as she drove herself onto him– she gripped him tight within her and he was so close to coming he almost passed out. He couldn't look at her eyes since one glance at them would he knew make him shoot deep inside her, fill her with hot sticky cum. 

She realised this and amongst the shouts and the groans and the yelps she pulled loose the straps around his wrists, pushed him away and turned away from him. 

he gasped and pulled at the restraints around his legs, freeing himself and then pulling her back to him with one length of rope around her waist, his hard cock impacting with her back as he simultaneously pulled her towards him and pushed her forwards across the window ledge – her arms splaying out in front of her as she steadied herself just in time to feel him push violently back into her from behind, roughly, almost angrily, wanting to take what he wanted from her, thrusting and slamming into her with each wild stroke. She knew she was coming again, she yelled at him to use her, to fill her, her skirt around her waist and her breasts pressed against the cold glass of the window, flattened so that to anyone passing by a glance might mistake her for a boy, a very pretty boy – it was building as she felt his hands, one around her waist holding her close, the other pulling her head back by the hair. It was building as she felt him bite her neck and push her even further down. It was building as she felt him go impossibly deep inside her and she called out loudly, to whom she didn't know. It was building as she opened her mouth and nothing came out, whilst all the time he grew harder and fiercer inside her, sliding deep inside her slippery ripe swollen body. It was building when she finally turned her head, freed an arm and wrapped it around his neck, pulled him hungrily towards her mouth and looked in his eyes. It built as he made one final gasp and pushed deeper still inside her. That's when she felt him come in long pulsating spurts, making her respond with her whole body, quivering and gasping, wishing he could carry on fucking her and wanting him desperately to stop at the same time. She felt him explode in her and then, with a final moment of clarity she pushed away, spun around and looked as he carried on coming across her rising and falling breasts, gasping, covering them and still watching her eyes as finally she took him in her mouth and made him roar, licking the all too sensitive tip, tasting him, reasserting her control....

They collapsed on the bed, bodies full of each other, her chest still sticky, his tongue licking the drops from the corner of her mouth, her eyes wide open, his closed and their breathing in synch. 

How long the receptionist had been standing at the door watching they didn't know....



Reunited



I loved him like they do in movies. The angry, scared, passionate, anxious, intense, confusing, and absolute love that people long for. What we had was something that most people spend their entire lives looking for, so naturally, I broke up with him and almost destroyed everything.

What followed was some of the worst months of my life. 

For five months we would talk to each other daily and the conversations were heartbreaking. Joshua was confused and broken by what I had done to him. To us. Looking back it all feels so dramatic but it was truly the worst thing I have ever done. I risked a flawlessly beautiful relationship because of fear. 

When we were finally able to work things out, our reunion was beautiful. That is what this story is about. 

We had gone on several dates since we got back together. His smile had come back and I felt like a real person again. Our first kiss felt like breathing after holding your breath until the room was spinning. 

After about a week of being back together our sexual tension was building. It had been five months without being able to touch each other and connect. He knew every inch of my body and how to use it. Every kiss became more intense. More needy. 

I arrived at his house unannounced. He was laying in his bed watching Sports Center when I walked into his room. I could see the fire in his eyes when he realized what was happening. Joshua stood up from his bed and approached me. He lifted up his hand and stroked my face. My body began to relax at his touch and he walked me to his bed. 

Gently, he stripped off my shirt and laid me down on his bed. He looked like heaven standing above me in his checkered boxers. 6'3". Tan. Toned. Dark hair and dark eyes. He was perfect. I moaned softly as he lowered his body onto me. It had been months since I felt his weight pressing me into the bed. Joshua kissed me slowly and I melted into him. 

The kissing remained gentle and passionate for all of five minutes before something switched on in both of us. Suddenly his teeth were sinking into my lip and my nails scraped down his back. We both needed to remedy the fact that the last person I slept with was not him. 

Joshua unhooked my bra easily and began eagerly sucking on my nipples. I watched as he alternated between each breast. He was grinding his hard cock into my hip and I was begging him to get me out of my panties. I had gotten my hands between us and unbuttoned my pants. Soon they were on the floor and he was between my legs. 

White light flashed in my head when I felt his mouth latch onto my clit. He was skipping all gentle teasing and I could not of been more pleased. Joshua had always been amazingly talented with his mouth. Without warning he slid two fingers into me and my pussy welcomed him home. I moaned as he licked my clit and began to aggressively stroke my walls. He gave me a devilish look and bit down on my clitoris. I screamed in pleasure-pain and pulled his head harder to my pelvis. He licked his way down to my entrance and I lifted my ass off of the bed in an effort to force his tongue into me. Joshua grabbed onto my ass and began tongue-fucking me like he never had before.

"Fucking. Oh my. Oh. Fuck. Yeesssss. Shit. Oh my god. Josssssh. Oooooh. Baby. Fucking. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Please. Please fuck me. Please. Oh god." 

My body was building to orgasm when he stopped. He stood and stripped off his boxers. I stared, mesmerized by his perfect cock. He was definitely well-endowed. At least 7 inches and beautifully thick. I saw pre-cum dripping from his cock head and could not look away from the perfect sight. 

Joshua slowly aligned himself over me. The mood in the room had shifted. We were about to make love. He kissed me gently, tasting of my juices. I sighed into his mouth as I felt his shaft sliding through my labia. 

"Joshua. I love you. I am never leaving again," I said as I looked right into his eyes. 

"I love you too," he said and he slid home. My body responded by sucking his cock deep into me. I laughed in pure delight at being filled by him. He kissed me with renewed intensity and pulled his dick back out of me. Joshua had an amused look in his eyes at my pouting face and then rammed back into me. I gasped at the force of his thrust but my body responded by pushing even harder into him. 

He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and leaned down so he could kiss me while he pounded the shit out of me. The position had him in me so deep that it was borderline painful but all that I felt was relief to be fucking that perfect man. 

My vaginal walls continued sucking his cock deep into me as my orgasm began to build again. He swallowed my moans and gasps until he too was about to orgasm. Then I was on my stomach. 

He had pulled out and flipped me over. My face was buried in his pillow and my ass was up high. I jumped at the sensation of his cock head pressing on my unprepared asshole. His dick was lubricated only by my vaginal juices but I relaxed and the tip slowly began to fill my asshole. I cried out as he pushed deeper into my ass. The sensation is truly one that can only be understood through experience. 

Carefully, he pulled back a little and then my body surrendered as he forced his dick fully into my asshole. Tears filled my eyes from the pain spreading through my body but when he began to thrust I met him each time. My ass slapped back onto his pelvis with each thrust and he reached a hand forward and slid two fingers into my pussy. 

The feeling was absolutely overwhelming. I was full of him and my body responded very well. Juices began to flow out of my pussy and he used them to further lubricate his dick. The sounds coming from me were foreign to both of us. He had me screaming and groaning and moaning and begging and cursing all at the same time. Though he is typically very quiet during sex, he was cursing quietly at the intense sensation of my tight asshole pulling him deep into me. 

My entire body began to quiver as my orgasm built. Every sound became shaky and I was no longer meeting each thrust. My body was completely overcome by orgasm. My hands latched onto the sheets and my toes literally curled. I looked back and watched him fucking me through the orgasm. My vaginal walls had clamped around his fingers so intensely that he could not continue to move them. My asshole quivered through the release and every part of my body tensed until my juices squirted onto his hand and on the bed. 

"That's my good girl," he whispered as he wildly thrust his cock deeper. It was mere minutes before I felt his cock pulsing as he spilled his load deep into my asshole. 

He collapsed on top of me and we remained there for minutes. I felt his hot breath on my neck and his cock slowly softening in my asshole. He soon rolled over and I winced as his soft cock slipped out of me. Joshua wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed me gently. I sighed with absolute contentment and we remained there for the rest of the afternoon. It was a flawless reunion. 



Reunited



The bold rays of the afternoon sun broke from beneath the fine roman curtains, making Leila turn in the bed sheets. Blinded by the light, she rubbed her tired eyes open. Turning her face left, she spotted one of her favorite sights in the world. The immensely handsome profile of her love. Brian's straight strands of her fell on his closed lids loosely. He breathed through his pronounced nose with his lips parted softly. She could tell he hadn't shaved lately as his dark stubble framed his defined jaw line perfectly. 

Unable to help herself, she ran her hand across his muscular chest, lightly grazing the skin where a tattoo had been inked into his left pectoral. Her touch travelled to his large, muscular arm, also covered by expertly done tattoos. Brian's colorfully inked skin posted a major contrast to her own bare, lightly tanned skin. Sighing, she sat up and ruffled up the roots of her blonde hair, finding it still somewhat damp from last night's shower. Her feet found the polished parquet floor and she traipsed to the bathroom, where she headed to wash her face and get her teeth and hair brushed. Brian was steering in his sleep by the time she returned. She headed for the walk in closet to find some clothed to replace the tight camisole and thin thong she had slept in.

Being the picky fashionista she most definitely was, it took her much longer to pick a simple jumpsuit to wear around the house. She found a short, navy colored one and made her way back to the bedroom, only to discover that Brian had also woken up. She could hear the bathroom sink running.

It made her rather happy, they didn't get to spend much time together last night as he had returned very late and exhausted from his tour and they went straight to bed. She loved him deeply, and the thought of merely having breakfast together and catching up, made her tingle excitedly.

She placed her jumpsuit on the edge of the bed and prepared to slip her camisole off when Brian walked out the bathroom. Her breath still caught in her throat every time she saw him in all his glory. A few drops of water trickled from his chin to his chest. It was also evident that he had attempted to somehow get his ruffled her to lie flatter, but failed miserably. Then her gaze travelled to his black boxers, where a large bulge was pushing against the fabric.

"Hey." Was all she managed to blurt as he made his way to her, her gaze casually dropping to roam his body.

"Good morning, Babe." Brian smirked, laughing at her facial expression. "What?" He laughed again, as she simply stared at him, smliling.

"Nothing-" She shrugged. "I simply missed you, that's all." Leila replied. "What?" It was her turn to laugh when Brian edged closer to her, looking her mysteriously in the eyes.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled and kissed at the side of her neck. "I'm sorry I was a bit off last night. And I'm sorry you have to put up with me going on tour, I know you hate it." He told her truthfully, his thumb grazing her bottom lip.

"No-" She tried denying it but he stopped her.

"Don't even try denying it." He smirked again, becoming completely irresistible to her once more. "But I'm here now..." Brian spoke distantly into her shoulder, moving the strap of her camisole aside to kiss her shoulder back and forth. "And you can't even imagine how much I fucking missed you. Couldn't get you out of my mind the last month of it." He groaned into her neck before his hands slid underneath her cami and up to find her breasts.

"Babe, I thought we could first-" She began telling him about the cozy breakfast she had in mind but he cut her off, shaking his head.

"No, there's only one think we should be doing right now." He said, his fingers sliding beneath the lace band of Leila's thong to cup the globes of her ass. "I'm so fucking horny, you've no clue." Brian laughed against Leila's neck as he lifted her up against his torso and carried her in the direction of the balcony.

"I think I've got a clue." She smirked, his hard erection was pushing hard against her thin panties, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"No you don't." He claimed, kissing her jaw. "You really don't, I'm gonna ravage you." Brian looked in her eyes while he lowered her to the long loveseat they had in front of the balcony's wide glass doors. Brian lifted Leila's thin top up and above her head and flung it somewhere across the room. His mouth immediately closed around her erect nipple, grazing it with his teeth and sighing against her skin. "Fuck, I missed your sexy body, Leila." He grunted, taking in her full breasts and slim waist before going for her hips. He then rolled her to the side, so that her rear was closest to him. "And that perfect ass, fuck, Babe." He took a handful of flesh and gave her a slight smack, making her moan. Brian then nudged her up, so that she was kneeling with her ass facing him.

"Fuck-" He sighed as he tugged her thong down to her ankles and then without warning, buried his face in her ass. She cried out, his tongue sucked at her pussy lips, reaching the wetness that had already leaked out of her, before finding her asshole, which it toyed with playfully.

"Goodness-" Leila sighed, reached back to find Brian' s head and only pushed him deeper in, feeling his tongue assaulting her in the most beautiful way. As suddenly as he took her, Brian pulled away. She looked over her shoulder only to find him ridding of his boxers, revealing his immense erection to her. No matter how long she'd been with him, the sight of that cock of his took her by surprise each time.

She gulped while she watched Brian take it in his hand and give it a couple of strokes, aiming it right at her exposed pussy, which clenched at the sight of him. It wasn't anything unhealthy or of irregular form. On the contrary, it was large and smooth and a few shallow veins graced its sleek shaft and his trimmed pubic hair framed his incredible maleness perfectly. "C'mon." Brian's sly smirk made her return to her senses.

"What?" Leila mumbled timidly, still staring longingly at his thick cock.

"Just do it." He smirked again, pacing towards her and cupping her ass in his hands. His knee edged her closer to the backrest and then spread her legs wide, allowing him to slip in between. Leila's hands gripped the board and she rested the side of her face against it, watching Brian in anticipation at the corner of her eyes. "Say you want it and it's a done deal." He whispered above her, pressing his lips to the crown of her head. "Say the word and I'll fuck you exactly how you deserve to be fucked." He breathed hotly in her ear, making Leila moan.

"Take me, make me cum." She breathed, closing her eyes. "Only you can do it to me right." Her breath shook as she felt him graze the hot tip of his cock against her wet entrance. "Push it in-" Leila begged, feeling his tongue beneath her ear.

She had to ask no more, before she even finished that sentence his dick was already two inches deep into her, and she squealed. He was so large, so long, so thick, it took her aback every time. "Wait-" She wined, her legs shaking with pleasure and her pussy crying with friction. She relaxed as much as she could but the second Brian began pushing again, her thighs clamped shut, trapping him in between. "Too good." She sighed.

"C'mere-" He sighed and slid his hand down her stomach and between her legs, finding her tight pussy stretched around his thick cock. "Fuck-" He muttered when his fingers stroked her spread lips. As always, he did not relent, determined to take her whether her body was capable of it or not. Wetting his fingertips with her thick juices, he found her clit, which he circled carefully. It was like pressing a magic button, the more he caressed it, the wetter she got, and the deeper his cock pushed inside her deliciously warm pussy. Leila howled, shuddering when he was as deep inside of her as he could possibly be, his balls pushing against her wet labia.

Brian gave a couple of full thrusts to warm her up and only sped up from there, the pressure built in his balls prevented him from holding anything back. On top of that, Leila was made to be fucked by him, and he wouldn't spare her any bit of pleasure.

"Yes-" Leila cried out, her sharp fingernails digging into the back of the loveseat's velvety backrest. "Please don't stop..." She mumbled wordlessly. Then, a cry of both pain and surprise ripped through her throat with Brian's hand collided with the tight flesh of the globes of her ass, making her insides clench with pleasure. "Oh, Baby-" Gasping, she shivered beneath his masculine, sweaty form, her petite body trapped between him and the backrest, her juices running down her thighs, nipples pressed hard into the velvet of the loveseat.

Another yelp of surprise slipped past her full, puckered lips when Brian grabbed a handful of her golden hair and yanked it back violently, arching her back, exposing her neck and most of all, allowing him to slide even deeper into her burning pussy. A disappointed pout formed on Leila's lips when Brian ceased his rough fucking. His muscular, tattooed arm left the seat to run down Leila's beautifully exposed body. His lips closed on the side of her neck and his tongue slid out to suck and lick at her flesh there, while his large palm slid down her torso.

His dominant touch found her full, pert breasts. Closing his hand roughly on her right breast, he gave it a tug before tweaking the pink, flesh colored nipple with his thumb, all while sucking her neck. "Brian, please-" Leila panted helplessly. By that time, he had stopped moving inside of her completely. His thick, hard cock was pushing against her pulsing walls tightly, stretching her out. She thought she could never grow accustomed to his immense size. His beautiful cock was crammed deep inside of her and her walls held him so in place so tightly, she could feel his bulging veins stroking her as well as the head of his cock already leaking precum inside.

When his ragged breath fell of the back of her neck and she felt him nuzzle the flesh of her nape, she could feel his eyes on her. Brian large hands had crept to the where her slim waist curved into the thighs gracefully and his fingertips danced on the inside of her thigh. Spreading her legs even wider with his knee, the back of Brian's finger ran down the deep curve of Leila's spine, making her shudder. Both his met against her tight and perfectly rounded ass, giving it another slap.

She couldn't handle that agonizing hault anymore, her juices were running down her thighs already and his big dick inside of her crying pussy didn't help stopping her hunger for him either. "Brian!" Leila groaned warningly when he only tortured her further. Spreading her ass cheeks, his fingertips found the hard bud of her hole, and he teased it playfully. Moaning in surprise, she tried pushing her hips into his dick, only to find some release, but Brian resisted. "Fuck! Stop playing with me-" She hissed angrily but simultaneously sank into his body when she felt his long fingers slide in-between her aching, spread legs.

"Tell me what you want." Brian demanded hotly into her ear when his fingers toyed with the fold of her soaking, wet pussy. She shuddered again, his touch found the spot where they were joined and only pushed his dick further in, if possibly. "Say it-" He said against the side of her face, calmly yet dominantly, "-I can tell. You're dripping wet. Say it-" He bit at the crook of neck and pressed his fingers directly against her puffed clit. Crying out, she bucked her hips helplessly into his hand. Titling her face to meet his, she bit at his lip.

"Please fuck me more." She begged, her own hand sliding down to cover his, which was slowly playing with her pussy. Closing her eyes, she whispered absentmindedly against the stubble of his chin. "Please-" She gripped his hand harder, grinding it into her crotch. She just wanted to cum already, she didn't care how but she knew that when and how she would find release was Brian's call, and his alone.

Brian's sly laugh was all the response her aroused pleas received. A second later, his fingers, wet with Leila's own lubes were piercing hard into the flesh of her hips. He thrust her forward again and without warning, slid his cock out of her. Before Leila could protest, Brian slammed into hard and slid out. Again and again he tortured her, pushing in, spreading her wide and retreating, making her groan. Leila was so overwhelmed with both pleasure and the need for more she could cry pleading him to fuck her as mercilessly as he did second beforehand.

Right when she opened her mouth, Brian grabbed two handfuls of her ass and rammed hard inside her soaking wet, flaming hot pussy. Her eyes shut in delight, a grin spread across her mouth and she yelped. His thick erection reached every possible spot within her, pumping expertly in and out of her. Her prayers to him were answered. "Fuck-yes! Brian, shit-" She gasped, gripping the headrest one more for dear life. His pace only heightened, filling her completely over and over again. She could feel her clit aching with an approaching orgasm, her g-spot pulsed against the potent thrusts of his cock while her juices had already traveled all the way to the curve of the back of her knee.

"Motherfuck-" Brian cursed under his breath while her pussy chocked his cock, almost milking him off all he had. Pushing against the small of her back, he gathered even deeper access to her, making Leila scream. She felt the heavenly sense of release spreading from deep within her stomach all through her body. She jerked, her torso shook and her knees gave out when a flaming orgasm ripped through her and only heightened with each thrust Brian gave her. She gave another shudder of pleasure and her walls clamped hard around the thick, hard dick deep in her pussy. She felt something clench within her and more liquid gushed out of her, amplifying the slapping sounds of Brian's dick pushing into her pussy.

"Yes! Fuck!" She screamed, her squirting pussy soaked Brian's dick and he pulled out briefly, allowing it to gush down their legs and soak the padded loveseat. She was still shaking violently, holding onto the backrest for dear life. "Oh goodness-" She breathed, pushing her forehead into the padding.

Her sultry eyes opened only to look back at her lover, with him she had lost all physical contact all of the sudden. Yelping in surprise, Leila found herself rolled over and slammed down with her back to the cushions. The dark, brown orbs of Brian's eyes watched her lustfully as he crouched above her. He had a predator-like look on his face, his gaze burning into her. Grabbing her by both legs, he slid her further down, bending her knees and spreading her thighs. Brian breathed hard, his eyes still glued to hers. The glorious sight of him made her pussy clench with arousal, his dark, almost black, sweaty hair was pushed back, framing his sculpted face handsomely, posing a contrast to his sharp cheekbones. His collarbone glistened with sweat and so did his bulky, tattooed muscular arms, which flexed hard as he supported his bodyweight atop of her. Beads of sweat glittered across his broad, muscled chest, dripping down his stomach to his trimmed pubic hair. Leila's eyes widened greedily when they fell on his large erection, which swung slowly above her stomach, sleek with Leila's wetness.

Her hand reached to close around Brian's glorious cock when he pushed it away, and with the look of an animal going in for the kill, fell to his knees next to her and buried his face in her pussy. Gasping, she knotted her hands in his hair. She felt him exhale against her, casting a cool breath of air on her aching cunt. His hot tongue spread her folds carefully while Brian shifted between her legs. Rising her pelvis to the level of his hungry mouth, he hooked his arms around Leila's hips, holding her in place. 

The mere sight of his handsome face buried between her legs almost sent Leila over the edge. His dark, determined eyes locked with her glazy ones, turning her breath shallow. She felt his skilled tongue dip into her wet center and then run all along her pussy, making her want to come right then and there. 

"Fuck Baby, you're mouth is so talented." She closed her eyes and pushed against his wet mouth, jerking with pleasure. "Mm-" She smacked her lips together, watching one of his hands leave the small of her stomach to spread her pussy lips with him thumb, before touching it to her clit in a feathery stroke. He played her like once of his fine guitars. "More." She asked of him, her perky breasts heaving as she breathed hard, her heel digging into his tattooed upper back, wanting him closer.

Unlike before, he obeyed instantly. Circling her swollen clit with his thumb a couple more times, his long fingers slid in between the folds of her flesh. His tongue retrieved, making way for a couple of his fingers to slide deep into her, finding her spot instantly. Waves of warm pleasure coursed from her pussy down her legs, her fingernails reached as far as they could, lovingly grazing Brian's shoulders while he sucked at her. Twisting his fingers inside her wet core, her made her jolt. Retrieving his fingers, he hugged her waist again, and returned to pleasing her with his mouth alone. His stubble brushed against the inside curve of her ass cheek and her inner thighs, wet with her cum. 

"I'm so close-" She whispered into the pillow, wondering whether he had heard her at all. Barely able to take it anymore, she untangled her hand from his hair and before she could reach down and play with herself, desperate for release, Brian made her pussy cum against his mouth. Gasping his name, she felt how he licked and sucked her clean, his days old stubble stimulating her higher.

Sitting up, legs still spread with her lover in between, she reached for him, willing to suck his beautiful dick all night if that's what it took to repay him for the unreal pleasure he had just given her. Her arms reached out to wrap themselves against his broad shoulders when she felt once of his hands, fingers still wet with her come, grab her jaw and hold her in place. Brian pushed two fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean while he toyed with her tongue. Looking into his eyes lustfully, she watched him smirk while pulling out of her mouth and sucking his wet thumb into his own mouth, enjoying her taste himself. Her breath caught in her throat and she rested her hands on his sweaty chest, stroking his pecks and titled her face to finally kiss him. 

"You're so fucking beautiful." She heard him mutter beneath his breath before their lips closed in a sloppy, wet kiss. Roaming his torso with her hands, she guided Brian to lie back, kissing him deeper. She could never explain what that man did to her, both physically and mentally. He was so rough and so tender at the same time, kept her cumming and screaming like his life depended on it, like it was his only wish to watch her squirm beneath his touch.

Breaking from his lips, she panted against his ajar lips. Crawling on top of Brian, she straddled his waist, still holding her perfectly sculpted face in her tender hands. "Thank you." She whispered against the corner of his mouth, kissing it softly. "It was amazing." She sighed, nuzzling her face in the side of his neck, clawing down his tensed torso. Her touch finally found his cock, which has swelled to an immense side. She felt it throbbing against her fingers and gave it a couple of hard pumps. Biting her lip hungrily, she watched a few clear drops of him come leak out the tip. The way his abs flexed and the silent curse that fell from his lips let her know how close to exploding he really was.

"Dammit, Leila-" Brian hissed as she was now massaging his hard dick with both her hands, seated on his groin with thighs on either side of his body, her wet pussy sopping onto his skin.




Reunited



"Mhmm?" She asked calmly, watching his eyes close and his brow clench as she quickened her pace. Brian's hands found her waist and simply held her in place. When he failed to reply, she prepared to bend down and return the favor but his hands restrained her.

"I won't last." He warned her and his hands slid back to her ass. "Ride it." He said, thrusting her ass forward, guiding her pussy to meet his pending cock. She obeyed, rising a few inches above his groin, Leila grabbed the base of his dick and guided the thick head to her tight entrance. It slid in an inch or so before she let go of it and closed her hands on Brian's, which were holding her hips firmly.

As always, her pussy resisted to his size. Even though he had just fucked her senselessly, it was still a struggle to get him back inside of her. Her walls gripped him tightly, making Brian hiss, as he helped Leila slide down on him little by little. "So fucking big-" She cried out, he was stretching her out almost painfully, giving her short thrusts while she struggled to fit all of his length inside of her. "Every single time-" She chuckled, closing her eyes.

"Be careful with those complaints, ey?" Brian's voice made her eyes snap open again. He was grinning. Unlike Leila, Brian wasn't very vocal during their sex, so having him crack some jokes, made her blush.

"It's not my fault you're so fucking-Ooh-" She squealed, his thickness pushed past the invisible barrier inside of her and she was now fully impaled on his length. "Fuck!" She called out, looking up towards the ceiling. Slightly shaking, she rested her hands on Brian's stomach for support and began rocking up and down, feeling the tightness subside and ecstasy take over. When she found his face again, the puckish playfulness had vanished from his sly lips, and that dark, lustful fire ignited in his eyes again.

"C'mon, Baby, do it-" He encouraged her, helping her roll her hips into his, making them both grunt in pleasure. "That's a good girl-" He hissed, stroking his hands up the sides of her torso, making Leila shiver. Her mane of sleek blonde hair slapped repeatedly against her back while she bounced on Brian's cock, her firm breast shaking beneath his large hands. "Such a good girl-" He repeated as her pussy gripped his dick tighter every time she grinded against him. She was going to come again, she knew it, the wetness where they were joined increased and she could see the traced it left on his lower stomach, glowing in the frail lighting. Whimpering, Leila dropped her hand to cut her pussy, playing with her clit, Brian's large eyes watching her all the while. "So fucking beautiful-" Brian muttered and sat up. He took her hips and began thrusting up into her mercilessly.

She screamed, she couldn't take such intensity once again or else she would sure he'd make her black out. Gathering her strength, she pushed Brian back one again, reclaiming her position. Pushing her hair aside, broadening her shoulders and arching her back, she settled on his body like a queen on her throne. Still gripping his upper half, she rode him again, giving him all she had, squeezing him hard. She heard him grunt and a second later, he grabbed her by the back of the neck and pushed her down, crashing their lips together. 

His tongue slithered into her mouth, faintly distracting her from the fact he had captured both her wrists behind her back, thus restraining her completely. And he went at it again, pounding restlessly into her wetness, the sopping sound filling their ears. She cried against his mouth, her chest pushing against him when another series of orgasms consumed her, mixing into one mind consuming detonation on pleasure and lust. Once more, her essence gushed down his cock and covered their thighs, Leila's cried echoing in the background. She begged him both to stop and continue, her mind going blank.

With a curse and a roar of release, Brian's thick ropes of cum coated her clenching pussy from inside, filling her with his heat. He was cumming so much it was gliding down the outer lips of her pussy and to her spread ass. And then it all stopped, his pushes turned shallow and slow, before ceasing completely.

Leila lifted her face off the curve of Brian's neck and found his eyes, which watched her admirably. She then looked down to where they were joined, looking at the wet mess they have made and smiled both in satisfaction and slight embarrassment. 

Cupping the side of her face, Brian titled her face to meet his once more. "You're so fucking gorgeous." He groaned and kissed the side of her face, making his way down her neck. "So damn amazing-" He inhaled her scent deeply. "You've no idea what you do to me." He kissed at the base of her throat.

She blinked, his words overflowed her with emotion but her body was too exhausted to function. What he did to her body that evening, no one else could. Sliding back against his legs, she finally kneeled by the loveseat and looked him in the eyes, before her stare found his still hard, wet dick resting against Brian's abs. He sat up, ready to stop her and bring her back into his arms and finally let her rest but as he slid to the edge of the seat, she drew closer to him.

Her mouth closed on his smooth, sleek velvety tip and she drew it into her mouth, suck at it potently until it was completely clean off their cum. He grunted and gave a slight shudder when she took him deeper into her mouth and to the back of her throat, her tongue licking him dry. Pulling his glistening cock from her lips, she gave both his balls a few loving sucks and tugs with her mouth. She swallowed and looked up at Brian again, grinning.

She crawled back on the floor. Pressing the open palms of her hand to the floor, she gave a deep bow. "Master." Leila bowed and then looked at Brian again.

"Shut up." Shaking his head, the smirk on his lips turned into a broad grin, which Leila returned gladly. He tugged her back to him by her arm and planted a few soft kisses to her lips, before grazing her lip with his tongue, seeking entrance.



Reunited



You called me before I left for the airport. You said that you decided to catch a train to London and meet me there. Knowing that it will be eleven hours until my flight arrives, you have gone ahead and booked a room for us at the Montague Arms Hotel, a hotel that your friend William suggested. Since, after all, he lives in London now, and knows the best places to go. You check to make sure I have packed my four scarves. "First things packed." I tell you. You tell me to have a good flight, and say that you love me. 

I catch a taxi to the airport and check in. After boarding, I find my seat. Glad that I have an isle seat since I don’t travel well. I have always been the type to get sick riding in the backseat of a car. Taking a deep breath of relief that we are finally in the air, my mind fills with thoughts of you. I can’t believe it has been almost a year since we last seen each other. These months apart sure have been a test of our love. I know we have our problems like every other couple, but it’s really living three thousand miles away from each other that has taken its toll on us. But, we have survived against all odds.

I must have fallen asleep. The flight attendant just woke me saying that we were about to land. I sit up, and take hold of the arm rests. I hate the feeling in my stomach as we touch down. I laugh because just yesterday we were talking about just this very thing, and you had made a comment that you liked the feeling in your stomach. I still don’t understand how anyone could like it. I turn my head to look out the window. I can see the airport, and I start to get a nervous feeling. I hope after this long, I don’t disappoint you. I gather my bag, and walk to customs. Once through, I make my way through the busy isles of Heathrow. 

It isn’t long before I see you standing there smiling at me. My first instinct is to push everyone out of my way so I can fall into your arms, but I keep my composure and simply return the smile as I make my way to you. "You look great." You say as you grab me and wrap your arms around me in a big embrace. We hug for what seems like an eternity. I turn my face into your neck and get a faint smell of your cologne. I take a deep breath in, reveling in it. I have always loved the smell of you with or without cologne. I still haven’t said anything to you, too filled with emotions I guess. As we step back from each other, you notice I have a tear coming down my cheek and wipe it off with the back of your hand. I smile and say "I have missed you so much, I can’t believe I am finally here." 

We leave the airport and get a taxi to the hotel, talking all the way there about each of our trips to London. Once there, you escort me to our room. You tell me to close my eyes, as you are about to open the door. I shut my eyes, and you lead me into the room. I can smell the scent of flowers and hear soft music playing in the background. I hear you shut the door behind us. You tell me to open my eyes now. When I do, I see a beautiful room filled with flowers. As I walk further in to the room, I notice you have a table set up with a place setting for two. There is a bottle of Sparkling grape juice chilling in a bucket of ice. I look at you questioning the bottle. You reply that you had remembered I didn’t like wine. Laughing, you also say that you didn’t think it would be appropriate to have beer chilling. I start to laugh, and tell you how sweet the gesture is. I then ask you when you found the time to do all of this. You inform me that you had the hotel arrange every thing while you were at Heathrow waiting for me. 

You take my hand, and lead me to the bedroom. There is a king size four-poster bed made of cherry, and a white marble fireplace. The only light in the room is the glow coming from the fire that is burning in the fireplace. On the bed is a single white rose lying on the center throw pillow. You walk over to the tub that is in the same room, and start running a bubble bath. "I know you must be exhausted from your long trip. I want you to take some time and relax before we continue with our night." You say as you come up to me and give me a light kiss. "Will you be joining me?" I ask. "Always willing to lend a helping hand." You answer. I am wearing a black half shirt, the type of shirt that covers only my stomach and breasts. You lift it over my head to remove it. You take note of the fact that I had kept my word about not wearing a bra on my trip over. I notice your eyes staring down at my size C tits. You bend down and take each nipple in your mouth for a soft nibble. Then, removing the long black skirt, that you bought, I step out of the skirt. I am left standing in front of you wearing only my black lace thong. You ask me to turn around so you can take a look at "that great ass" that you missed so much. I giggle as I turn around for you. I feel your lips brush over the tops of ass cheeks, and feel you take a soft bite on one. Then, I feel you removing my thong, stepping out of it when you reach my ankles. You run your hands up my legs, over my ass, and up my back. 

I unbutton your shirt, and lean in to kiss your bare chest. I unfasten your belt, and unbutton your trousers. Then, slowly I unzip them, and watch them fall to the floor. I take hold of your boxers, and pull them off noticing you’re already harden cock. You take my hand as we enter the tub. I sit between your legs, feeling your hardness against me. The bubbles are popping all around us. Still no words are spoken between us, as we take this time to just drink in the sensation of being together. Your hands rubbing all over my back, and down my arms, is making my skin slippery from the soap. Having your hands roam my body is almost more than I can bear. You pull me back to rest against you. I take a deep breath in; as I feel your hands slip under my ass and pull me up onto your lap. 

Your cock finding its way into my already wet pussy. Closing my eyes, and enjoying the feeling of your hands on me, I feel your soap filled hands starting to caress my breasts. Rubbing in circler motion, you slowly make your way to the peaks of my perk nipples. You start moving your hips in a slow up and down motion. Leaning away from you, I place my hands on the bottom of the tub. Feeling your hard tool pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust makes me start to cum. I let out a loud moan that echoes throughout the room. With your hands on my hips, you are trusting in me with a definite ownership. You yell out as your hot cum rushes in me. Cumming was easy since we have been apart for so long. Neither one wanted to hold back. I turn around to face you, placing my legs over yours, and inching my way closer to you until I am back on your lap. This time, taking the chance to kiss you, and to rest my head on your shoulder as you place your arms around me.

After about 30 minutes, you ask if I am ready to begin the rest of our night. I tell you that I am, and you lean forward and kiss my neck. You then step out and grab a towel. After wrapping it around your waist, you hold out a second one. As I step out of the tub, you take the towel and start drying me off. Starting with my arms, then going down to my breasts. Looking in to my eyes, you give me a devilish grin. You toss the towel aside and start kissing me. Soft at first, then kissing me with such passion I get a bit light headed. Your hands move over my breasts and then down my stomach, until your hand travels down between my legs and finds my soft, shaven pussy. I moan as your hand covers my whole pussy. You push me two steps backwards so I am against the bed. You tell me to lie down, and I do so eagerly. Reaching over in to my suitcase, you pull out the four scarves that I brought. You take my arms and legs and tie a scarf around each. You don’t tie them tight, just enough to keep me from moving too much. You connect each of the ends to one of the four posts on the bed. 

Next, I feel your hot breath on my slit. Moving your tongue over my clit, I tilt my head back moaning. "Mmmm." that feels so good, I think to myself. Taking my now swollen clit into your mouth, you begin sucking, while at the same time, you take your hand sliding 3 fingers in my hot, wet, hole. I begin moving my hips matching the in and out stroking of your fingers. You can tell that it isn’t going to be much longer before you push me over the edge to ecstasy. You keep fucking me with your fingers while licking and sucking my dripping wet pussy. I tell you that I want to suck your cock. You, of course, comply with my wishes. You move up from between my legs, and place your stiff rod at my mouth. Teasing me at first, but then letting me have you in my mouth. I can taste my juices. I use my tongue as your cock slides in and out of my mouth. I love the feeling of your prick rubbing against my lips. Sucking your cock has always turned me on. I can’t get enough of it. I love the feeling of you fucking my mouth. 

Hearing you starting to breathe harder is driving me crazy. I can feel my pussy getting more soaked. I move my head up and down so that I can get all of you. I don’t want you to stop. I have to feel the throbbing of your cock as you explode inside my hot, wet, mouth. I am sucking harder and you start pumping faster and faster. I am looking up at you. Our eyes locked on each other. You’re staring down at me as I devour your hardness. I can see beads of sweat forming on your brow. This is such a turn on for me; you will never truly know what this does for me. I am waiting with anticipation. I really need to taste you. You know how much I need this. 

You don’t disappoint me. You flood my mouth with your warm fluid. Cum, is now filling my mouth, and has started to drip from the corners of my mouth. I swallow it, as you lean down and kiss me. "We’re not done" you tell me. You lower your body down between my legs once more. This time filling my pussy with every inch of your cock. Fucking me with quick even strokes at first, then turning that in to deep hard thrusts. I love the feeling of you pushing this deep in me. I moan with delight. I keep moaning with every stroke you give me. Louder and louder until once again, the room is filled with my orgasmic yells. 

You have always loved hearing me cum, and this time is no different. Your body shivers as another orgasm rips through your body. Every muscle in your body is tensing up. The sounds of our climax are filling the room. Our bodies are drenched in sweat. Finally, we start to relax. My body still overcome with little quakes left over from the terrific release I just had. You reach down, and untie the scarves, kissing each limb as you do this. You lay next to me, and we turn on our sides so that you are behind me. Your arms over me, resting on my breasts in a relaxing cuddle. We drift off into a blissful slumber, content with what we have just shared with each other. Ignoring the fact that a perfectly set table was waiting for us out in the other room.



Reunited



I was at home, home at last after a 17 hour journey back from the other side of the world. I had been living abroad for 18 months and I had decided to head back home after a successful year in a job. It was never that easy even though I absolutely loved living abroad. I'm not one to admit it easily, but I had missed my family an awful lot and more than I imagined I would. 

It was a quiet midweek morning in the middle of winter and my overnight flight had left me quite jet-lagged but I was determined to make the most of my first day back. It was clear my parents were at work and I wasn't too sure if my sister Katie was at home or was working.

I put my key in the door, dragged my bags through the hallway and sat down for a moment. The family dog came along and looked at me like I'd dropped from another planet and almost completely ignored me. I didn't hear anything from upstairs so popped the kettle on and ventured up there.

I could hear something, someone was in and all of sudden, Katie came dashing out the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around her petite body. It had been a long time since I had laid eyes on her, she was no longer a girl with dark brown hair but had managed to dye it back to a light shade of brown and almost totally back to blonde which was her natural colour. It was good to see her again, and the new hair made her look amazing, more so than I had remembered.

She got to the middle of the landing and stopped, clearly surprised to see me. The towel was short, it was from just above mid-thigh to just above her small breasts. We both just looked at each other for a moment before she had the courage to speak.

"Dan! I didn't think you would be back until later!"

"Really? Oh, fair enough."

"Have you missed me?"

"I think I have, yeah, come here!"

She hesitated but I advanced towards her.

I hated to admit it but I did really think my sister was quite an attractive girl. She was the type who had the boys all around her from when she was 16 and now at 20 years old, she was turning into quite something. I'd seen from abroad, just from Facebook how she was changing but it was a taboo thing. She was a big fan of wearing skimpy, very short outfits and I had tried for so long to crush my feelings, dismissing them as unnatural and weird as anyone else would but they kept coming back. 

As I got next to her, I wrapped my arms around her to give her a big hug. Part of me knew this was inappropriate but I couldn't help it. I looked down at her and smiled, she smiled back as to give her approval. Her breasts pushed against my chest and I could see her cleavage as I looked down, at 6 foot tall I was quite an imposing figure when compared to Katie at just over 5 feet tall. I quite liked it that I could easily stare at her breasts from up high and she didn't even realise what I was looking at!

I moved one of my hands down the towel and glanced over her shoulder, she didn't move as my hand brushed against her bum. She just looked at me and I just said "Sorry", but I had confirmed what I wanted to know, she was naked underneath the towel.

"Don't you think this is a bit short?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Are you naked under this thing?"

"Yeah, I've just got out the shower."

"Oh I thought you may have put some knickers on."

"Why would I do that?"

"I... don't know!"

She laughed, just looked up at me and smiled. 

I got the impression she knew I was going to be back early, I had said I'd be back around 8am and it was around that time. The towel didn't surprise me, my sister had gradually got more daring clothes wise as the last few years had passed. She used to give off the impression of being modest but had definitely dropped that over the last couple of years without realising it. She had once tried going out in a dress so short it only just covered her knickers but my mother noticed and my disgruntled sister was forced to change.

I got the impression she was someone who could well be talked into a bit of exhibitionism. Her outfits getting shorter, her Facebook pictures were getting more naughty and I had started to wonder if I could advantage.

I knew it would take some work, she was definitely someone who wouldn't easily be talked into something she didn't want to do. I just wanted to build some trust in the first few weeks I was back. I released my grip on her as I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable.

"Have you got work today?"

"No, I just wanted to get up early today."

"Strange for you, you're normally in bed until midday!"

"Oh, no, not today!"

"Ok, I best start to get a few things unpacked and let you do what you are doing."

I entered my room for the first time in a long while and immediately stripped off, I needed some desperate relief. I hadn't had the chance to masturbate in well over 2 days and I was seriously in the mood. I rolled naked on my bed and within seconds was hard straight away, I started to stroke away and there was a sudden knock at my door.

"Who is that?"

"Me". It was Katie.

"Can you just leave me a minute?"

"No, my computer has a problem. Can you help me?

"Can it wait?"

"No, now."

I let out a deep sigh.

"Fine, I'll tell Dad you touched my bum."

I was shocked and protested what she had just said.

"I didn't!" 

"I know you meant that, it was deliberate. I will tell him as soon as he gets back!"

I could no longer argue...

"No, wait, I'm coming!"

Why would she want to do that? Well before I'd left I had occasionally looked in knicker doors, and she realised, and told our parents. I'd never been directly told they knew, but I knew they knew and wanted to avoid anything being told to them. The problem was my sister was such a tease.

When she got to 18, she started to wear tight black leggings which turned out to see through whenever she bent down or over. I'd come in from University from one day and she was there bent over and I could see her light blue thong and bum right in front of me. That was the best view I ever got of her sexy behind, and I saw her knickers through her leggings at least 5 or 6 times more.

There was one time I couldn't believe she didn't know how much she was exposing. I was coming into the living room with my dinner one night and she had spread her legs in the same leggings. I moved closer towards her and she may as well have just been wearing her knickers. The leggings were totally transparent. I could very clearly see her knickers and her crotch area was very much on display. She looked at me and smiled, but I didn't get chance to even tell her what she was showing.

I had to immediately leave the room in a panic. I remember my penis almost exploding in my boxer shorts as I came without even realising just how aroused I was. Luckily my Dad had noticed and had a go at her and asked her to stop being so inappropriate. She stopped wearing those leggings after that, maybe my parents had had a word with her and realised was she doing.

I couldn't believe it at that time, how did she not know she was driving me absolutely wild? I was so glad when she stopped wearing them leggings, but I think it was the thing that kick-started my unnatural feelings towards her. Even a couple of years on, those incidents lingered in my mind and I found it impossible to get the feelings to go away.

So back to her computer problems, and I jumped off my bed, whipped my boxers on and put a pair of shorts on over. I entered her room very slowly, and was as equally confused as shocked.

"Errr Katie, what are you doing?"

"Dan, what's that?"

I looked down and my penis was semi erect, she was still in that towel! It wasn't going to go away quickly with Katie dressed like that!

"Oh, I'm so sorry" as I looked at her quite mortified but she just stared at it and did not give any impression she disproved of the sight of my semi erect member. 

She was sat on the bed, legs slightly apart but the towel rode up high. I was desperately hoping she'd come to her senses and put a thong on. I moved closer and tried to remain as calm as possible. She looked at me, I looked at her and saw how desperately short her 'outfit' was.

"What's up with the computer?"

"It won't start."

She readjusted and I glanced down towards her legs, the towel was even higher and legs open more.

"Why are you still in a towel? Don't you think you should go get dressed, I can sort this in 2 or 3 minutes."

She didn't answer, and tried telling me what was wrong with the computer.

"You're still naked under it aren't you?"

She looked at me and didn't respond.

"You do realise you are almost showing me your pussy don't you? I'm not sure you know what you are doing." 

She yet again ignored me but pulled her towel down slightly.

"Right, go get some clothes or this computer won't be fixed. I'll tell Dad you've been walking round the house naked."

"What? I'm not naked! Ooops, maybe it is a bit short!"

She snapped out of it. She put her legs together and jumped off her bed, somehow without flashing anymore bare thigh. She dashed off for a moment or two. What was her game? Why was she doing this to me again? I wasn't sure. 

She returned a few minutes later in a dark blue thong and a white t-shirt, she looked in the mirror and then looked at me.

"Is this too short?"

"Why are you asking?"

"I'm off out on Saturday and I'm just seeing what I can wear."

"I can see your thong from front and back and half your bum is on display."

She didn't answer me but I did offer some immediate advice.

"Is a t-shirt such a good idea? If you squat or sit it won't cover your knickers. If you wear that, you may as well just go in a crop top and thong!"

"Is it that bad? That's no good! I'll find something else."

"Knee length, you'll be fine. Mid thigh, you should be ok but I know you like them short. 

She turned and smiled at that last remark and walked away.

She returned in another t-shirt/shirt which covered the essentials, but it was still quite baggy.

"I thought I said no shirts? You need a dress."

"Ok then." She walked away looking frustrated, I just wanted to reason with her.

"You must know I'm trying to protect you. I don't want to see upskirt pictures of you all over Facebook."

She stopped and looked at me, "I understand."

"I just get the impression you are comfortable with wearing very little, and if you are, then I can't do much except support that."

"I know Dan, it is nice to know you care even after all this time you've been away."

"If you want to go out in a tiny g-string and t-shirt then that's your choice. I won't tell Mum & Dad, you are 20 now."

"Tiny g-string and t-shirt, no; I'm not going to wear that out in town so don't you worry."

"You could probably get away with it..."

"Haha, really?"

"It would certainly show a daring side to you I didn't know existed."

"Daring, hmm."

"Maybe we could do a few dares... but I will have a think about it."

"A few dares, now what could that mean?"

"I'll let you work it out! Computer is fixed, I'm out of here for a bit. Let me relax. Just act naturally, what you do/chose to wear around the house is up to you."

I walked away and she went back into her computer. She spent the day in a t-shirt and what was probably still that dark blue thong. I never asked her what was under the t-shirt and she never showed it either. Typical Katie, stayed in her room most of the day and I didn't get much chance to see her anyway.

She went off to work over the next few days and we didn't see each other much. It turned out our next encounter would be a few nights later, a Thursday night and I was not going to forget that in a hurry!



Reunited



"What am I doing?" Marlo thought to herself, "I never thought I'd be doing this again." She looked into Shane's eyes while he admired her beauty. Marlo had deep red hair, piercing blue eyes, and a smirk that managed to always be both seductive and a little intimidating for most guys she came across. Shane slowly looked her up and down and remembered every part of her body that he had missed. Her petite frame, her small but perky breasts with a barbell piercing through her nipples. Her phoenix tattoo running down the left side of her slender body snaking into her inner thigh. Her long, sexy legs and her adorable ass that complimented her slim body perfectly.

Marlo felt a hand caress her face gently as Shane leaned in to kiss her. Any hesitance was gone now as she realized that there was nothing she wanted more in this moment than to feel him inside of her again. As their lips brushed against each other, familiar feelings came rushing back as the kiss quickly escalated from gentle to passionate. Time seemed to slow as their tongues danced, as if they each knew exactly what the other was about to do. 

Marlo leaned back onto the bed as she felt her hands pinned down softly but forcefully. As Shane kissed her neck he smelled her soft skin and remembered how much he had missed this. As Marlo closed her eyes she could feel his lips brushing against her skin and moving down to her breasts. She arched her back in anticipation as he took her nipple into his mouth and gently flicked his tongue against it, feeling his warm and soft tongue playing with the most sensitive part of her breast. With her eyes closed Marlo couldn't see anything, but she felt his hands firmly wrap around her thighs and slowly pry them apart, the traces of his breath moving further and further down. She could feel his tongue trace the crevasse of her inner leg, teasing her as her pussy became wetter by the second. As her clit felt a warm and wet caress, a shiver of pleasure ran through Marlo's body. As he softly sucked and explored her wetness with his tongue, Shane salivated as he tasted the sweetness pouring out of her body. She raised her hips and grabbed the back of his head, grinding her hips against his mouth and forcing his tongue deep inside of her. Marlo began to moan with anticipation as a wave rushed over her body and her toes clenched. She pulled him in harder and felt a release as she squirted into his mouth.

"Fuck me" Marlo begged, in the sultry and irresistible voice that Shane could never resist. As he raised his head from between her legs and came up to kiss her, Marlo tasted her own juices as her pussy ached in anticipation. She could feel his hard cock growing against her leg as it moved in to position. It felt bigger than she remembered, and as she thought about her warm, wet, empty pussy, all she wanted was to feel him inside of her. As they looked into each others eyes, Marlo shuddered as she felt his hard cock begin to slide into her. It couldn't have been more than an inch, but she couldn't remember the last time she felt anything so intense. She was torn, part of her wanted him to fill her up completely right then, and part of her wanted this feeling to last forever. As Shane pushed deeper Marlo could feel his cock throbbing inside of her and she became sensitive to every tiny motion. As he slowly pulled his cock out, she tightened her pussy around his cock and could feel every vein pressing against her. She felt constantly on the brink of orgasm, as though the smallest movement could push her over the edge at any moment. In one deep stroke, Shane filled her up completely and Marlo gasped, she couldn't remember anything penetrating her so deep. He pulled out and pushed hard as Marlo screamed. She clenched the bedsheets and arched her back as her entire body squirmed while a wave of pleasure rushed over her for the second time in as many minutes.

"Turn over" Shane commanded as he pulled out of her shimmering wetness. Marlo was in shock by the sudden emptiness and turned over, wanting nothing more than for her pussy to feel full again. She pressed her face against the pillow and stuck her ass up, grinding it against the hard cock tauntingly. He wasted no time and quickly burrowed into her beautiful pussy. Marlo felt his cock fill and empty her in long, slow strokes, when a hand wrapped firmly around her throat and a pair of lips kissed her neck affectionately. Shane's cock plunged into her pussy harder and faster with each stroke, and Marlo felt herself once again about to come. As her pussy clenched around his pulsing cock, her back arched, her toes clenched, and she once again felt the orgasmic wave rush over her body. As he continued to fuck her harder and deeper with each stroke, Marlo felt a constant rush that wasn't going away. She could barely breath as Shane's hand wrapped around her neck tighter, but the need for air seemed insignificant compared to the need for this feeling to continue, to feel his cock inside her ready to burst. It was almost uncomfortable how intense the orgasm was, but Marlo lost track of all senses except for the one that was controlling the best feeling she could ever remember experiencing. As the pleasure finally faded with no sense of how much time had passed, Marlo knew what she wanted.

"Fuck me in the ass" she whispered, her body so exhausted that even saying the words took every ounce of energy she had. As Marlo presented her ass to him, Shane ran his fingers across her back and down her legs, admiring every inch of her body. Marlo could feel a single bead of sweat pool at the base of her spine and trickle down her back. Face down and ass out, she had never felt so comfortable and at ease, her body knew what it wanted and it was ready. She felt Shane's lips graze her back, then her cheek. She felt a finger slowly enter her pussy, and then another. Although the fingers were a welcome sensation, Marlo was so wet that she had no idea how many were inside of her. As the fingers left her empty, she felt one finger pressed firmly against her hole. 

As it pressed gently against her, Marlo's body felt completely relaxed, and completely vulnerable. The finger, wet with her juices, slid easily inside of her, and although it was a different sensation it felt just as amazing. As the finger pulled out softly and pressed against her again, Marlo could feel a second finger gently stretching her open. As Shane rotated his fingers slowly insider of her, she felt her pussy drip with wetness. As the fingers left her empty, she could feel it replaced with something much larger, and wetter. "When did he get lube" she wondered for a moment before her mind was wiped blank with the ecstasy of feeling the head of his cock slide easily into her ass. Marlo felt his hands grab her hips, he pulled her closer as she reciprocated. It felt so tight but so perfect, her body was weak with pleasure but she struggled to stay on all fours as Shane slid in and out of her ass. 

As the words escaped from her mouth she tried to say how big he was, but all that came out was, "harder, deeper." She had done anal plenty of times before, but this was different. More erotic, more sensual. As Shane looked down to see his cock sliding in and out of her ass, Marlo bucked her hips and tensed up. It felt like an orgasm, but every part of her body felt equally sensitive. She has having a full body orgasm. As her body tensed and her asshole clenched around his cock, it was too much. Shane was about to cum. Marlo could sense this and without exchanging words, she pulled out, turned around, and opened her mouth. The first load splashed on her cheek and chin, and the second landed in her mouth. Marlo wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked, draining every drop of cum. Her legs were still twitching from the full body orgasm she had just experienced, but all she could think of was how delicious he tasted. Shane looked into her eyes, with her messy hair and cum dripping from her face, and his only thought was that she had never looked so beautiful.



Reunited



David sat up on the bed, breathing heavily, sweat beading on his forehead. He'd had the same dream, almost every day, since he'd left New York. He wiped at the sweat. Tonight he would at least be able to try and see Alyssa; he only hoped that there was a chance that she would forgive him. As his breathing slowed, he realized that he could still smell Alyssa's scent. He froze as his hearing picked up the distinct sound of her footsteps. Moving quickly, he got off the bed, out the bedroom door and stopped at the head of the stairs. 

Alyssa considered going up to the bedroom, but somehow couldn't face the emptiness of that particular room. Instead, she made her way to the fireplace and lit it to take the chill from the room. She looked around, unsure of just where to start searching for information. Leaning against the mantle, she whispered, "Where, David? Where are you and how do I find you?" 

She hugged herself. "I know we said that we would only be friends, and I tried to not fall in love, but I couldn't help it. I know that I'm not beautiful, and I never expected you to return my feelings." Alyssa said to the air. "In that letter you left for me, you made it clear that we were only friends, or at least you only thought of me that way. But, I loved you then, and I still do." Her voice dropped on the last words to a bare whisper. She didn't know why she was talking aloud, but she just felt as if she had to. She shut her eyes; it almost seemed like she could feel David looking at her. 

David felt the knot in his chest ease as he heard Alyssa's words. He couldn't take his eyes from her. She was even more beautiful than in his dreams. He shook his head as he heard her say she wasn't. Silently, he went down the stairs and approached her. He stopped about three feet from her. "To me, you are the most beautiful woman in the world." 

Alyssa whirled around. For an instant she wasn't sure if the pale form before her was real or just her imagination. "David?" she questioned. As he took a step closer the light from the fire behind her splashed across his features. "David!" She blushed as she realized he'd heard what she'd said. 

David closed the space between them. He brushed a loose strand of hair from her face and allowed his hand to linger in a tender caress. "Alyssa, I've made many mistakes in my life, but never one as bad as leaving you." he said, tears filling his eyes. "I've missed you every minute since that night. You've haunted my dreams and my waking hours. Please, Alyssa, try and find it in your heart to forgive me for being a fool?" He lifted her hand to his lips. 

Alyssa could feel her legs trembling. She looked into David's face and felt her heart well up with emotion. "I forgive you, David,” she murmured. 

David leaned toward her and softly kissed her on the lips. "I broke our agreement too, Alyssa. I've loved you since the moment I met you.” He kissed her again, and wrapped her in a tight embrace. The feel of her in his arms, her scent and the silky cascade of her hair on his skin washed away the pain of missing her. This is what he craved, more than food, more than air, more than life itself. His body was responding to her nearness, David could feel himself hardening as he deepened the kiss. His tongue gently probed her lips and, to his delight, she readily granted it entrance to the sweetness of her mouth. 

Alyssa moaned softly as David's tongue caressed hers. She'd dreamed about such a kiss and now at last her dream was reality. She pressed against David's firm body and laced her arms about his neck. She could feel her need and desire flare, desires she'd only be able to ease while fantasizing, alone in her bed. 

When David finally broke the kiss, she was breathless and her entire body was trembling. 

David felt his need for her growing. "Let's go upstairs. I want this to be special for you. We've denied ourselves for too long to rush now." He could hear the sudden increase in her heart rate, but the look of joy and love that shone on her face assured him that it was due to excitement, not second thoughts. 

Alyssa laid her hand in David's and stood. She was already becoming moist, just thinking about actually making love with David. As he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, she slipped hers around his waist. Together they climbed the stairs. 

In the bedroom, David again pulled her into an embrace, one that was full of passion. When she opened her eyes, she found herself looking into golden ones. Alyssa felt no fear. This was still David, still the man she loved. She reached up and pulled his mouth to her own. 

David crushed Alyssa against him, hungrily kissing her first on the lips, then along her jaw and down the slim, creamy column of her throat. The scent of her filled his head and his turgid length began to throb with his need for her. Resisting the urge to rip her clothes from her, he carefully undressed her. He'd often dreamed of seeing her gloriously nude. Many days he'd imagined what she would look like as he lay sleepless on his bed. As her garments were removed, David feasted his eyes on her, pausing to kiss, caress, and fondle her. The soft rounded curves of her body seeming to draw his hands to it. He slid his hands down her back, cupping the cheeks of her butt. His lips moved down from her throat to the twin mounds of her breasts. Her moans and gasps of pleasure made his desire grow even more and when she undid his shirt and laid her soft hands on his bare chest, he responded with a low growl of ecstasy.

Alyssa's head was reeling from the sensations David was causing her to feel. Her own desire to feel his skin against hers prompted her to dare to undo his shirt. His growl encouraged her and she dropped her hands to the waistband of his trousers. Undoing his belt, she unbuttoned and unzipped them. When they fell to the floor, she could see the stiff rod of his manhood as it strove to be free of the confinement of his silk boxers. As David began to lick and suck at her breasts, she eased the boxers over his hips, freeing his large, thick cock. Her heart gave an extra beat as she anticipated having it deep within her. She reached down and took his steel like cock in her hand, slowly stroking. She gasped as his teeth lightly scratched the sensitive nipples of her breasts, sending shivers of enjoyment through her. 

David buried his face in the fullness of Alyssa's breasts. He took the full, hardened nipple of one in his mouth suckling like a small baby on it. He traced his tongue over the sensitive surface, smiling as he felt Alyssa catch her breath and then moan happily at his actions. When he felt her grasp his tumescent cock, the wave of sensations that raced through him cause him to lightly scrape his teeth against the warm globe that filled his mouth. The burst of love and desire he felt assured him that Alyssa indeed was as anxious as he to relieve the burning need that overwhelmed them both. 

Unable to resist anymore, David lifted Alyssa into his arms and laid her on the bed. He joined her, his mouth tracing a path from her throat to the flaxen curls that covered the sensitive core of her sex. David shifted so that he could plant soft kisses along the tender inner part of her thighs, slowly moving ever closer to her damp core. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating to him and when his tongue at last tasted the ambrosia of her juices, he was lost to all other sensations. He could hear the rush of her blood as it coursed through her veins. As her body flushed with ever-growing passion, her unique scent increased as well. David abandoned all pretenses and gave himself fully to the enjoyment of these bounties.

Alyssa writhed as David's lips and tongue teased her. The coolness of his lips against the hot flesh of her thighs made her shiver. When at last she felt the soft caresses of his tongue against her clit, she gasped and clawed at the sheets in delight. Slowly David increased the speed and pressure of his ministrations and Alyssa felt her entire body tensing in anticipation of the orgasm she could feel building. Her breath came in shallow gasps and she moaned in pleasure as wave after wave of gratification swept through her, building higher and higher. She called David's name, as finally the ultimate wave of pleasure was achieved, and her body shook in joyous spasms of release. She could feel the dampness between her legs as her juices flowed. 

David felt Alyssa's release and his passion reached a height he hadn't known could exist. He had to have her now, had to feel the rich moistness that flowed from her surrounding him. Kneeling he lifted her legs to allow him easier access to her core. He could see her vaginal muscles still contracting when he slid the head of his manhood into her. As he felt the warm moistness on the sensitive head of his manhood, he closed his eyes, hissing with the pleasure it provided. Slowly he pushed into her, until his full length was deep inside her welcoming opening. 

Alyssa had barely recovered from her orgasm, when she felt David penetrate her. She arched her back, allowing him full access to her as he slowly entered her completely. She closed her eyes, relishing how he filled her completely. She gasped again as he began to move, slowly at first but with increasing speed and force, and she again felt her body climbing toward an explosive climax. She arched upward, baring the smooth column of her neck to him and reached up to pull his mouth down to it. 

David could no longer contain his need, slowly, but quickly picking up speed, he thrust in and out of Alyssa's warm core. The delightful friction sent tremors of pure elation through him. As he neared the need for his own release, he focused on Alyssa’s eyes with his own.

To be continued.



Reunited - 44 Years Later



Elements of this story are true. It is up to the reader to decide what is true and what is fantasy. Names are changed to protect identity. Anyone can be Robert, Patrick, Matt, and Katie. 

This is a bit lengthy; it involves things I wish could happen between me and my real friend for whom I still have longings.

I retain all copyrights to this story. 

*

Part 1

No, I did not feel his cum bathing my depths as all the stories I've read proclaim. What I did feel was cock contracting as his load was released into me. His cock expanded before it contracted, then expanded and contracted again, then a third time. I knew he was giving me all of himself, sharing his orgasm with me, knowing that I wanted it in me. 

His contractions slowed while he held himself in my depths, grabbing at my hips pulling me tightly to him. I was filled, fulfilled, content, and complete. I knew beyond any doubt that I wanted him, wanted more of him. And, to my surprise, he was still hard, still filling my depths with wonderful cock. 

I had to let him know that I wanted more. Of course there was my voice but I used muscle contractions of my own to squeeze his cock tight and encourage him to begin the rhythm of love making again. At 62 years old, we were both finishing what we started when we were only young teens of 14. 

Why all the years separating the first action from the present? After we graduated high school, we went separate ways. I flunked out of college, lost my student deferment, and enlisted to avoid the military draft. At one point we were actually separated by 40 miles but life styles prevented us reconnecting.

In 1990, I moved with my family back to the metro area where we grew up and he was still 1900 miles away. Yes, part of the reason was my family, he having none, and his presumption that I would not accept his life style. When we finally did reconnect about three years ago, he discovered that I did accept his life style and did still wanted to spend time with him.

He was accepting my signal slowly rotating his hips against me. He was still holding himself tight to me but swaying hips helped me feel his movement. I continued to squeeze and contract against him. I knew that in this position his cum was seeping deeper into me. I preferred kneeling and having him in me from behind. Squeeze contract signal kept working as I could feel a withdrawing motion but very slight, then a push just as slight.

Yes, you read correctly, I have a family, wife, two grown kids. If that wasn't enough to help you catch on, then the reference to the draft should have given it away. I am a married man and friend in this story was my first sex partner.

My friend and I talked about his life when we first got together a couple years ago. He told me he did not enjoy receiving anal, he is not a bottom. I, on the other hand, discovered I liked anal and have a stash of very well used toys for that purpose. I like prostate massage and can give myself some very intense prostate orgasms. I like larger toys, between two and a half inches up to three inches thick. When I am really in the mood, I can take about eight inches deep.

Again he withdrew a bit and pushed back. I felt we were making love not fucking. Still quiet, no spoken words for many minutes. I squeezed and contracted again following his push. 

It was only after he retired and moved back to our metro area did we begin talking specifically about gay sex. After some time I had to make it known that I wanted him to do with me what I did with him at 14. I asked him directly then if he was a top if doing anal. To me relief he said he is a top. The shock on his face can't be described when I asked him to be my top.

After waiting all these years, I was giving him what he gave me all those years back. We were picking up a rhythm now. His withdrawals and pushes were more frequent and longer. As I felt him push, I pushed toward him. Usually I need more lube than we used but our movements didn't feel rough, still smooth and wet.

I've been curious about gay sex for a long time, probably since about 1978 when I first started experimenting with anal insertion of different things around the house. I tried shovel handles, bath brush handles, anything hard enough to insert. 

When I finally discovered the Internet in about 1989, I started reading articles on gay sex. Later I began searching serious articles and journals on male anal structure to discover a lot of bogus crap and a few medically scholarly that explained pain, pleasure, and dangers of anal insertions. Over time, I began studying how to enjoy receiving anal carefully only to discover more material on the prostate and its importance to male sexual arousal, prostate massage, prostate milking, and the "big O" as women's magazines put it.

His strokes were becoming stronger and more forceful. His cock was stroking me in a way that I knew I would end with a dynamic prostate orgasm in a few minutes. I was squeezing now more forcefully and clamping my anal and sphincter muscles around his cock. I knew I was making myself tight as possible because he was moving more forcefully against the resistance. 

I released my pressure against his cock letting him plunge in with more ease. I hoped that these alternating long strong contracting grips followed by muscle relaxing would prolong his second orgasm into me. He must know how good he is making me feel.

Suddenly, I felt the pressure of my prostate orgasm building. I clamped hard against his welcome invader. He was forcing himself into me again. His cock massaged my prostate as my own cock leaked a mass of semen and sperm. I cupped my hand over the tip of my cock to catch my sex liquid.

I turned my head to look into his eyes and saw a man possessed with sexual energy. I showed him the pooled mess in my hand then saw his shocked looked as I licked my semen and sperm into my mouth. 

I tried to relax my muscles but my p-spot orgasm was coming on too fast. Now I was squeezing hard. The pressure of the orgasm building made me exert like I wanted to expel him from me. I was squeezing hard, pushing against him, and trying to expel him, all the while wanting his invading cock to relentlessly massage my p-spot and plug me deep.

I sensed his first load in me was about to become accompanied by another. He must have sensed my p-spot orgasm as his thrusts were now meaningful thrusts of a man who needed to release himself. 

Finally, I was over the top. Not speaking but actually panting and moaning as my sphincter became a vice against his cock. I pushed against him keeping him deeply inside me even as the pressure of p-spot orgasm made me try to expel him.

Silence the was suddenly broken as I screamed, literally screamed my p-spot orgasm. His reaction told me that in all his gay life, he had never had another man scream in orgasm from his ministrations. 

The height of my release was ebbing and I was finally able to relax against him. It seems just as I relaxed he let out a cry and again I felt his cock expand and contract as he turned loose another load of his rich semen and sperm into my waiting depths. He was coming like a teen not someone in his sixties. He continued his contractions for many seconds before he finally relaxed against me. 

I collapsed against the cushions of the sofa as he collapsed on my back. His cock twitching in me as it slowly softened. I turned my head to look into his face. What I saw was contentment of being sexually satisfied. I couldn't help myself, I kissed his lips. This was our first contact of body parts other than his cock in my bottom. I enjoyed tasting his mouth.

I was glad to be prone; I wanted his cum in me and didn't want any spilling out. By now his cock was soft. The invader, so welcomed, was defeated by it own desire. I, too was defeated. Our sexual encounter, our fucking, our love making put on hold for so many years was finally completed. His cock finally escaped as I clamped my sphincter to prevent his love juice leaving me, it was a cum enema.

One thing you must know, as sexually excited I was for the past hour, as much as my prostate had been massaged and milked, I still had not had a full hard on or cum in the traditional way. Yet, prostate orgasms leave me sexually satisfied in ways that are impossible to explain. I was sex drunk and thirsty.

Even though his cock was no longer in me and no longer hard, I felt him. I've heard it called a ghost cock, feeling as though I had his cock in me but knowing it wasn't. When I used my dildos for sex, the ghost cock often lingered for hours. Now I wanted the feeling to never stop. I had been fucked, used, and needed more. 

He was still atop me as our breathing became regular. His cock resting along the crack of my ass felt comfortable there. I squeezed my butt cheeks against the tool that had just spent two loads of precious cum in me. As I did this, I felt him give a little shiver and thrust against me.

I'm not sure if he was thinking the same thoughts as I. Were we in sync in our thoughts? Words, words, we need words. The silence was finally too much. Were we in sync, the next moment told the tale. Together, looking into one another's eyes words came with equal emotion, "Robert (his name)... Patrick (my name)... what happened?"

"Robert, you just gave me the best top my bottom wanted. I want this to happen again." Strangely, I was getting hard; after being thoroughly fucked and having a mind blowing prostate orgasm, I was getting hard.

"Patrick, don't be offended, when we were 14, I almost hated you for cumming in me. Now I love cumming in you."

I was harder now and wanted Robert to know. "After you sexing me, giving me two loads, and that massive p-spot 'O', I'm harder than I've been in months. I want to cum for you."

We shifted our positions and fell prone on the carpet, both of us face up. I began to stroke myself sensing Robert moving. Turning my head, I saw Robert sitting up and sliding closer. As I stroked myself, his hand reached out as he wrapped his hand around mine. He was leaning over me so I could feel his breath. He continued to lean forward slowly until his lips were whiskers away from my cock. His hand shifted off mine as he squeezed my cock head releasing a little clear semen. Then he released me from his grasp. The next instant his mouth was open and my cock head disappeared between lips, my hand fell away as he drew me into his mouth.

"I won't last long, you're fantastic, Robert." My words came out choked as I experienced a new high. I was squeezing my ass and sphincter muscles tight trying to give myself another p-spot "O" while his mouth and tongue worked on my cock.

"I know you won't last long," Robert breathed as he took his mouth off my cock. "I'm going to taste your nectar. Just let it go." His mouth was on me again.

As I held my ass and sphincter tight against my prostate, I felt a small p-spot "O" starting to take over my body and mind. As it began to release pleasure on my body, I hissed, "Now, Robert. Now, I'm cumming." 

Robert was excellent. He didn't withdraw my cock from his mouth. As the first shot of cum erupted from me, he moaned onto my cock. The vibration caused the second contraction of cum to hit harder than the first. In the ebb of my orgasmic high, Robert swallowed.

Coming up to lay near me, we embraced. There was no more holding back as I kissed him deeply, swapping the remains of my cum from his mouth to mine. We were both beyond satisfied as we drifted into slumber.

Part 2

Waking from my sexually sated slumber, I realized that slumber had lingered through the evening into the dark of night. Window blinds were open allowing muted outside light to illuminate features of the room. 

The floor was hard and I can't sleep on a hard surface, yet I sure did for at least six hours. I felt something sticking my ass cheeks to the floor. Suddenly, I knew that Robert's injections had found their exit. Immediately, I felt saddened to know it oozed out while I slept and I couldn't enjoy the feeling.

My eyes didn't have to adjust to the dark as I looked at all familiar features. There was a new feature on the floor next to me. Robert, my friend from age four, still slept next to me. A new view of the fixtures emerged, always familiar but now with an added feature. As I viewed the features, I had to admit to myself that the feature that was changed was me. I had to admit how much and strongly I liked gay sex wanting Robert to wake to start over.

Slowly and quietly, I rose. I needed to use the bathroom for an urgent pee and washing of the mess coating my ass. The door swings in this new cabin were almost silent and latched easily since the doors all had handles not knobs.

Despite the mess on and between my ass cheeks, I sat on the toilet in the dark. My urine flow began as I did feel something warm escape my anus, a little of Robert's sperm remained and I got to feel it spill from within me. 

Finally, I had to turn on a light to clean myself - and the toilet seat I had just messed. Whipping the toilet seat was quick with a sanitary wet wipe. The flush of the toilet was designed to be silent, as the cabin was small. A loud flush would disturb anyone sleeping.

I let the hot water run in the sink so I could wash my cock and ass. Really, a shower would be better.

I heard a stumbling noise outside the bathroom. Apparently Robert woke and needed to accomplish a toilet. Opening the door a crack, I saw him standing naked in the subdued light and knew round two had to start soon. I heard a simple statement, "Lets shower." I stopped my washing at the sink telling Robert to come in. Just as I had sat on the toilet, so did he as he released his stream of urine. As he finished his pee and flush, I was readying the shower. "Hot, medium, warm, or cold," I asked. 

"Get it hot then we can adjust it. How do you feel," Robert asked with real concern in his voice. "Are you okay about being fucked like that?" 

"The same question applies to you. Do you think we did something wrong? Society says we did, especially me committing adultery. And, no I do not think we did anything wrong; and, I want to shower and start over. Be careful, I may drop my soap."

Robert's demeanor changed with my answer, relief washed over him. He grasped me in a quick embrace and we stepped into the hot shower. We adjusted the water temperature and began washing. As we washed, we touched; however, it wasn't sensual, it was utilitarian. We were taking a shower. 

I told Robert that I had to clean my anus while grabbing my enema bag. "Here, in the shower," he asked with a little surprise.

I explained that I always clean myself before having anal. Besides, I did a deep colon enema before we had sex so he would not get scat on his equipment. "Now, I need to be clean for you." The warm water flowed from the bag through the tube to the wand. Inserting it through my soaped wet sphincter caused a little rush of feeling. After a little flow, I expelled. I did this several more times to make sure nothing dirty was left.

Robert seemed surprised that I could enjoy an enema, I knew he did not like anything close to being a bottom. "I like being a bottom and want to be clean, for toys or for boys. And, right now, I'm thinking about your probe doing further exploration."

We finished our shower butt naked was the rule now. Setting the lights to the lowest dim setting, we sat on the same couch upon which we had fucked a few hours back. "One more surprise, Robert, want to have a little smoke?" I pulled a tightly sealed bottle from the spice shelf, it was full of marijuana. "I usually don't smoke because I cook it to make an eatable form that takes time to enter the blood. I do have a a pack of papers to role a couple."

Robert came closer standing beside me as I turned to show him my stash. Now face to face, our mostly limp cocks touched, the sense sent a charge through me as I sucked air from the contact. There was no thought, yet our lips met for a quick kiss. "How are you at rolling?"

"Truth? Worthless, you?"

Robert grabbed the papers, within seconds had a two-paper joint rolled. "I'm okay at it," was his sarcastic reply; I didn't care as I struck a match.

I did have some cooked and took it out. Between hits, I swallowed some. When I took a hit, Robert ate some. "The joint will hit us first but then this stuff will kick in and last for a long time," I told him.

We smoked the first joint and Robert rolled another, we were headed toward blissful high. Seated on the couch again, we passed the second joint until nothing remained but the roach. Quietly we stared out the window into the night sky. Twinkling lights of the stars were slightly visible as we looked into the distance. We were two naked men, seated side by side with nothing to say.

Who started, I'm not sure. As I reached toward Robert, I felt his movement toward me. Hands touching hands we began to embrace. It wasn't like we were racing to the finish of a love match, we'd done that earlier. Now we were high, our senses were heightened, each touch was a new experience. We opened our bodies to our minds, waves of emotions swept over us with each touch. Robert pinched my nipples leaving me gasping. The tension on my nipples pushed a rush of blood through my body as I snaked my arms around him toward his butt. Pulling on his butt, I lowered my head to give his nipples attention. His quick inhale of air told me I had the same result he had with me.

We were perched half on and half off the couch and it began to kiss down his torso. Lingering over stomach, I gave his navel some attention. I tongued at it, curled my tongue and pushing into it. Robert was enjoying the attention, he began to roll his hips in time to my licking, he was getting hard and his cock touched my cheek as I tongued around his navel.

Slowly, I turned my head to see his cock was almost in my mouth. Sticking out my tongue, I licked at his dick head and my mouth was met by his cock touching my lips as he rolled his hips again. I moved my head a bit lower opened my mouth and took his cock between my lips and swirled my tongue around his cock head. "You're my first, Robert, tell me what you like."

"Just do what you think is right. It probably will be right." 

I was feeling very high from the marijuana, my senses were heightened, it seemed every part of my body was driving me toward Robert's manhood. My lips were mere whiskers away from having a cock in my mouth. Robert was making no movements to urge me on but his breathing told me what he wanted.

My tongue extended from my mouth as I licked his cock head. I swirled my tongue around the whole head as I felt his cock growing harder and longer. Still Robert made no movement, did he sense that I wanted to slowly saver my first blow job?

Robert's breathing remained steady but he also gave little moans as his cock responded. I was thankful that my youthful recollection of his size was correct. He was longer than me, almost eight inches and a little thicker, I guess about two inches thick when he reached fully stiff. I had toyed with dildos but never had a cum-cock in my mouth.

My left hand slid across his hip and upward. My fingers reached his tight balls and cupped them with a little squeeze and now Robert responded with a shiver and thrusting upward making his cock cross the threshold of my lips. The adage, "no time like the present," ran through my mind; I engulfed a couple inches of his nearly hard lust-filled saber feeling it grow closer to full glory.

I broke our contact to kneel on the floor between his legs. I felt higher than weed should make me feel and knew that I was finally embracing my gay side. With Robert's cock now at eye level, I saw a little ooze at the tip, his slick pre-seed inviting more oral attention. I licked across the little slit that I knew was going to soon become an automatic weapon that would unload in my mouth. I took Robert into my mouth with a little sucking action.




Reunited - 44 Years Later: Making Decisions



This story continues my earlier saga, "Reunited - 44 Years Later." It does not explode into sexual content as did the original. Patrick must deal with wife and family, decide what he feels the future holds, and make his move. The author retains all copyrights. 

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Part 1

Life has changed for Patrick. He regularly emails Robert and they talk on the phone at least once a week. The conversations are usually centered on the Robert's progress tying up loose ends on the West Coast, buying his mother's home, and helping her move to assisted living. There is talk about their future but those conversations don't focus on their future together. Yet, both tell the other they want a future together. The extent of their future depends on Patrick's marriage, divorce or sham of a marriage. 

Robert has to travel back home in a couple weeks to make some of the final arrangements to move, but will still have another three to four weeks back west to tidy up the last bits of over 35 years in the Bay Area. Patrick knows he has to make a decision soon. It is at this juncture we begin.

"Robert," Patrick say in a telephone call, "I applied for divorce and it was served today. I've already set up housekeeping at the lake. There won't be much to contest because we agreed to a 50/50 split, we keep our personal assets, and joint property furniture is already split. Except for the final decree, I'm pretty much free."

"Did you tell her about us? I mean that you have decided to have me as a lover."

"I told her that you exist and we will be seeing each other. Let her figure it out. I did tell her that you were my first sex partner and she added the rest. I'm comfortable with that. When the divorce is final, I will come out openly. I hope that's okay with you because I want you in my life for a long time."

"Patrick, here's the deal," Robert seemed to have an announcement in the way he opened his next statement. "I need a Power of Attorney to help me settle things there. I want you to have my Power of Attorney."

"Wow, man, that's a lot of trust, you have that much trust? What about your sister, she's still in town." To say the least, I was shocked and surprised.

"Hell no! She is my sister but she is greedy, too. I can't trust her to look after my interests like I'm sure you will. Patrick, you are the one I want - for Power of Attorney, too."

I was excited, I heard the last comment, the pause, and understood the meaning. "Robert, I want you as well and will do all I can to satisfy you - in every way."

"So, listen Patrick, I coming back for a few days and will be flying. Can you meet me at the airport? I'll email my schedule."

"What day," I questioned, "I may have to work my teaching schedule a bit."

"No, you won't, I'll be there Friday night and will be in town for a week. I was hoping to find some place to sleep, maybe at a small cabin at a lake."

"You won't get much sleep if you're thinking this small cabin at this lake. But if you want, I guess I can squeeze you in somewhere."

"If it is a real squeeze, I'll take it." We both chuckled at that and made plans.

Robert emailed his flight information telling me we'd meet with his lawyer here to complete Power of Attorney paper work on Monday afternoon. I busied myself with shopping, cleaning, and preparing myself for Robert. The days seemed to crawl, it was Thursday afternoon, one day from Robert, one day from a loving weekend and as many days as we could spend together.

I awoke excited Friday morning, double checked flight arrivals, started putting together California stir fry ingredients for dinner after Robert arrived, and the all important anal cleansing. I decided on doing several warm water enemas followed by a couple vinegar and water douches, no fragments of anything left behind. I actually giggled at the thought of no fragments left behind. Fuck, I was getting giddy as a teen age girl.

As time to meet Robert's flight approached, I did one more arrival check. Reading the online flight data, I saw bold type, ON TIME. It was a snap to get on the freeway from the lake. New construction had caused travel time to half and it was freeway all the way to the airport. Timing was perfect, Robert stepped out onto the arrival pick up lane just as I pulled to the curb.

Very uncharacteristic of me, I embraced Robert and gave him a brief kiss. One step toward being open taken and many more to come. "Patrick, taking a dangerous step toward a new life style," Robert joked.

"No, calculated. I don't know anyone waiting for pick up and it felt safe. I couldn't restrain myself, I'm glad you're here."

"I hope you can restrain until we get to the lake," Robert chuckled. "I want a piece of you not you in pieces. Any of that weed left? I want to get loaded then get unloaded."

"Well, if there is going to be any target practice, I know where you can shot. I spent a lot of time making sure the target area was clean."

We hit the road; the freeway was pretty clear of traffic at this hour and the drive back to the lake was smooth. Jazz was playing on the satellite radio setting a mood. We talked about usual things we talked about on the phone and the lake exit pooped up as we crested the last hill. Turning off the freeway, we were less than a mile from home.

I pulled into the garage and began to busy myself collecting Robert's travel bags. In mid clutch of a bag, Robert grabbed me in an embrace that took all the wind out of sails. His kiss was passionate and needy, lustful and love filled. He made me weak in the knees, I have to make another reference to giddy as a teen age girl. 

"I have dinner ready to cook but you already have the heat turned on. Which kind of hungry are you?" I returned Robert's passion with my own heat. We ground our hips together and I was pleased to feel his aching hard on through our clothes.

"I really could use a nice hot meal and hot shower. Maybe we better cool our jets for a little while."

"Only a very little while," I replied. "You're my desert topping."

Robert went off to the shower and I began working the pots and pans for California stir fry. I heard the water running and the shower pop on. I wanted to go to the shower to see Robert as he washed himself. I really missed his body, his touch, his cock working magic. I decided to peek in on him and received a surprise vision. He had an enema bottle hung from the curtain rod and the nozzle in his ass. He must have heard me as he was douching. "I can't believe you taught me so much about being clean. How much can a gay guy learn from a straight guy?" "Well, we have to be honest, formerly straight guy. Next question, are you becoming a versatile top?" I think Robert was surprised that I knew the term versatile in terms of gay sex.

"Patrick, I still prefer top but you taught me about p-spot orgasms and thought we might go there tonight, naked in the window, swaying as you stroke me to a p-spot O."

"As long as I get to enjoy your cock deep in my ass as many times as you want it there. Dinner will be ready in about 20 minutes so take your time." My mind was fixed on the naked beauty that was Robert. Problem was, blood was flowing from one head to another as I gazed on him. I decided to get back to dinner before it burned and before I jumped in with him.

In a few minutes Robert emerged from the bathroom sans clothes. He quickly went to the cabinet where my stash was last found. Thankfully, I thought, he is comfortable enough to act on his own, no questions. Robert rolled four quick numbers.

Dinner was ready and I suggested it was time to eat. "I'd say, lets eat, but I better be specific and say lets eat dinner. Otherwise I may influence myself to go for desert first." We both merged into an affectionate kiss.

"Wow, that stuff looks good and smells really nice. How about we let it cool a bit while we start getting our heads right." Robert lit a joint and we passed it until just a tiny bit of roach was left.

I had eatable marijuana in the freezer, took it out, and we shared a good portion of that. We served ourselves stir fry from the still warm pan, went to the table to eat. Robert grabbed another joint which we quickly smoked. I can't say for Robert, but I was getting the munchies. Apparently that was true for him as well because we began inhaling our plates of food. 

"Do you want some Levetra tonight? We should use some while were eating so it will digest evenly. It seems to help me have strong p-spot O's." 

Robert smiled and acknowledged he wanted some. We both took a 20mg tablet and finished dinner. Strangely, I'd prepared enough but not too much, there were no leftovers. We were high so maybe that caused the food to disappear. We both decided to eat more of the cooked weed as it would really create a lasting high.

We were both naked in the little cabin, both high, and both beginning to present ourselves as affected by the Levetra. We stood looking out our window with arms wrapped around each other. Without spoken words, we turned heads toward each other and locked into a passionate kiss. Turning toward each other, we wrapped arms behind the other drawing our bodies tightly together. I felt Robert's cock approaching full staff, I hoped he felt me too.

I ran my hands down to cup his ass, gripped his cheeks, and drew him up and into me harder. I felt his hard shaft pressing into me as he moaned a brief sigh. I was moaning into his kisses as well. The marijuana heightened our senses and the Levetra heightened other things. There was no doubt what was going to come or cum; I had already laid out lube and towels. There were condoms, too, but I was pretty sure we wouldn't use them.

"Patrick," breathed Robert, "I want to taste you first. I want your cum in my mouth. I want you to ice my desert." He began a slow stoop licking and kissing my body as he knelt before my cock at his eye level. His lips kissed my cock, he opened his mouth to draw me in, I was disappearing into his warm sucking mouth.

"I've waited a long time for this moment, Robert. I will probably give you my cum quickly, I'm hot for you." I was panting hard as Robert magically manipulated my member. As I expected, I barely lasted four minutes before I gasped, "I'm cumming." Robert sucked me hard pulling every drop of my sperm into his mouth. As my spasms ended, Robert stood, opened his mouth to show me my cum. I drove my mouth into his, we shared my sperm between us in a very sexual and sensual kiss. We both swallowed a portion.

I gazed down at Robert's cock. He couldn't be harder, longer, or thicker. I was not going to be out done; I began my decent to reach eye level with his sweet mass of manly cock. He tasted good, looked good, felt good. "Robert, your essence is all I want now. Don't hold back. Cum for me quickly." I sucked him into my mouth with all the strength I could muster. 

I guess he was ready for his release too. It wasn't more than five minutes when he screamed out his cum and filled my mouth. As he did with me, I did with him. We embraced, kissed, snowballed, and swallowed a portion of his cum. There couldn't be a more intimate mixture of DNA.

Part 2

Still standing at our window looking across the lake, I felt very connected to Robert. The connection was stronger and more real than any other connection I'd ever had. I reflected on the evening thus far: Met Robert at the airport, ate a nice dinner, shared orgasms with each other. 

"What are thinking about, Patrick," Robert enquired quietly?

"Reflecting on tonight, us, now. Passion, lust, desire, maybe I have to say love, too. We grew up together, now we have a new togetherness. I'm satisfied and wanting at the same time. Your thoughts."

"I accepted being gay many many years ago. I've had lovers, fucked like crazy, but I've never had someone I really loved. I guess our growing years helped up connect again. Right now, I want to connect with you."

Robert was hard again, got to love ED medicine. I knew how he wanted to connect so I turned my back to him and pushed my butt against his cock. We rubbed, rocked, swayed together. He was ready to enter me and I was a ready recipient. I felt him pushing against my sphincter trying to enter. I reached for lube, squeezed a good portion into my palm, lubed him and my sphincter.

Robert lined himself tight against my ass hole and gave a little push. I relaxed against him as he slid his glorious mass of penis into my waiting depths. "Fuck me like you mean it, Robert," I was demanding. "I don't want loving, I want raw fucking."

Robert withdrew and slammed deep with meaning. We were growling in demand for one another. Robert was stroking my p-spot with every inch of his length. I was glad he had already cum once, I knew he would last a while and my p-spot would give me a roaring orgasm.

I had no clue how long he fucked me. I felt each thrust, each withdrawal, each flex of his muscles. I was squeezing my sphincter and anal muscles against the onslaught of Robert's flesh invader. I knew my p-spot O was getting closer because I was squeezing harder against his cock. My breathing was getting labored, Robert was gasping with each slap of his pubic bone against my ass.

"Holy fuck! I'm having an orgasm! Fuck me like your whore Robert. God damn I love what you're doing to me, in me." I felt as though I was trying to expel his marvelous cock as hard as he was trying to force it into my depths. I screamed out in real passion as my p-spot orgasms exploded. Robert felt it too and let himself go with a flood of semen and sperm.

"Oh my God, Patrick. Why are you such a good fuck?"

As we calmed down from this new high, we did not try to break our connection. I still felt Robert contracting as his orgasm passed. After this second orgasm, he was becoming soft and finally, he escaped my grasp. I didn't squeeze my sphincter fast enough as I felt his sperm escape to run down my leg. Not to waste good sperm, I scooped some into my mouth. I needed to run to the bathroom before a mess pooled on the carpet, I was full.

Robert was laughing when I came back. "You looked so funny with your ass muscles pinched. I filled you that full?"

"Between your cum and my anal O, I lost control. Fuck, you pounded me and I still feel it." I picked up another joint, put it to light, and inhaled deeply, Robert took a big hit too. The cooked stuff was still giving us a buzz, this joint intensified it. Even the slightest touch as we passed the joint sent shock waves. Robert had now had two orgasms but his tool chest was full. Next time, less Levetra for him.

We finished the joint and moved to the couch. Seeing Robert almost hard already, I grasped his cock in my hand and began stroking him. "How do you recover so quickly? You are stronger than a teenager, not complaining you understand." I stroked him to full staff, turned my ass at him to slide over him. As I settled into his lap, he lined up again, he was in me again. It was nearly midnight as Robert was fucking me a second time.

"Lay down Patrick, I want to make love to you." 

Letting that cock meat leave me was not enjoyable; however, I knew that in moments he would be sliding deeply back to my depths. I propped my hips on a couple pillows as Robert rubbed more lube into me and lubed his cock. "Oh God, yes. You feel wonderful Robert."

I felt his weight against me as he held himself deeply in my ass. We were motionless for some time as we simply enjoyed the union of bodies in our love making. We began a slow rhythm, Robert was slowing rotating his hips causing him to withdraw slightly and slip in slowly. It was a soft rhythm, gentle, smooth. I felt his breath on my neck, I turned my head and arched to give my lover a passionate kiss. I was relaxed, my sphincter open to enjoy the slow love making. I knew this would last a long time, nothing rushed, nothing demanding, no need to cum, just a need to feel his love as I gave into it.

Robert was picking up his pace; I turned to see his face again, kiss him, see his desire. As I turned my head, I saw the clock. We'd been linked in the grip of sex, love making, fucking for almost 30 minutes. I saw in Robert's eyes his need to cum, I told him to let it go, "Cum Robert, don't hold back. Never hold back, release it into me."

I was not going to have another p-spot O; however, I was peek for an orgasm from Robert's weight forcing my cock to rub against the pillows. "Robert, I'm going to cum, you are driving my cock against these pillows. Cum with me."

Robert gasped and cried out a bit as I felt his cock perform its expand and contract meaning I was getting the best of him, I came too.

"These pillows are a fucking mess," I finally gasped. "Laundry day tomorrow." Still liked, we began laughing. Apparently the weed was still having its effect. As we laughed, I felt Robert's sweet staff drive briefly into me and then finally withdrew completely.

All Robert could say is, "I'm fucking wasted." Again we had a fit of laughter. "Anything to munch that isn't cream filled?" More laughing.

Part 3

Friday had evolved into Saturday by the time we collapsed fully sated into bed. Robert and I sharing a bed seemed natural, as though we'd done it before. Of course we had in our youth having sleep overs; however, now we were lovers, the 44 year separation broken by my newly found desire and uninhibited attitude about gay sex.

I wasn't sure what time it was, the sun was high up in the sky and I didn't have a clock in the bedroom. As I became fully awake, I recognized Robert and I were spooning into each other, my cock semi-hard wedged into his ass. My free arm was wrapped around his waist, my hand cupping his balls below his also semi-hard cock.

Becoming a little playful, I drew my fingers from his balls to grasp his cock and lightly stroke. If Robert wasn't awake, I didn't want to wake him. If he was awake, I wanted to make love to his warm ass if he'd let me. 

My questions were quickly answered as Robert brought his free arm around his back to grab my cock and align it with his sphincter. The bed had been warm and we both had a modest amount of moisture between us, I pushed against his wonderfully tight anal opening and was rewarded with a relaxed muscle that allowed me to enter with some ease.

Robert moaned a bit, "Um, nice."

I began kissing the back of his neck and cheek as I started the in and out ritual. Knowing full well that Robert is not fond of bottom sex, I took it very slow, if he wanted more, he'd tell me. My hand around his cock was taking up the same rhythm as my cock in his ass. Robert arched his ass at me and pushed accepting more of me into him. Still keeping the pace slow, allowing Robert to decide what happened next, I pushed a little deeper until my length was buried in his bowels.

Staying still to savor the feeling of his deep inner warmth, I squeezed his now erect cock and pulled harder on him. Robert wrapped his hand around mine helping me get the motion he wanted. As he began setting the speed pulling on his cock, I increased the pace of fucking his ass.

I must have been rubbing his prostate just right because he began quivering and shaking then pushing his anal muscles the way he would if trying to expel me. I kept the pace as he rode out his p-spot O. Finally, my own orgasm was upon me and I told Robert I was cuming in him. As I began to contract my sperm into his awaiting bowels, Robert exploded from his cock making our hands and the sheets dirty.

As our orgasmic highs subsided, we both laughed together saying, "More laundry." I laughed as I said, "If this is how we'er going to live, I'll need a bigger washer." We were still joined although I had shrunk. Robert gripped me with his sphincter holding me in place.

"Patrick, you gave me a second wonderful anal O. Never have I enjoyed anal like you are teaching me to enjoy it. I wish it had been this good when we were 14. You would never have left my side and we'd have been life long lovers."




Reunited - 44 Years Later: Making Decisions



There was an emotion in Robert's voice I'd not heard before. Did I hear him give a sniffle, was he crying? "Face me Robert, are you crying?"

Turning to face me, our sexual contact broke, but our emotional contact was stronger. Robert's eyes were indeed moist with tears and seeing that emotion in him, I began to share a tear with him. We embraced as the emotion took complete control. We sobbed together for several minutes.

Still in our embrace and our emotion getting back to normal, I said, "We need to complete the cleansing ritual. We smell like a couple well fucked ass holes." Busting out laughing, Robert exclaimed, "We are two well fucked ass holes." I usually don't shave on weekends preferring to be a little sloppy but today I decided to drag a razor across my face. Robert sat on the toilet waiting his turn at the sink, he was unconcerned about his show of body functions, peeing and having a dump. When I finished shaving, we switched places. He shaved and I did a waste evacuation. We sure smelled better after our shower even though the scent of sex filled the cabin. The day wasn't warm enough for the air conditioner yet so I opened all the windows to let fresh air circulate. We stripped the bed and pillow covers we'd soiled throwing the lot into the washer.

Robert strode to the open window noticing Matt in the yard, "Patrick, I see Matt is home, lets have something to eat then go say hi."

Strangely, all this time, I hadn't looked at a clock; in shock, I saw it was well after noon. "So will it be breakfast or lunch?"

Robert suggested soup and salad which was easy to prepare from the bag of crisp mixed greens in the refrigerator and cans of soup. After eating we dressed to go outside. Striding over to Matt's yard, Matt called out, "Well who the fuck is here?"

Trying to play on his words, I replied, "Who here is well fucked?" Robert smiled at that retort as did Matt. Matt had come accept me as who I was becoming. We still spent time having a few drinks and making the same stupid jokes we made before the divorce and me embracing a new life style.

"Robert will be staying here for about a week, he has some legal stuff to accomplish before going back to California and completing his move. Seems like we'll end up like you and Katie, living between two homes."

Robert spoke up now, "So Matt, what's going on down here this weekend? I'd sure love to have another neighborhood bon fire. You throw one hell of a beach party."

"Well, actually guys, that is the plan. It isn't like anyone needs an invitation, you just come. Word of mouth. What will you tell everyone if they ask about your wife, Patrick?"

"Simple Matt, we're getting a divorce."

"Well, that's presents another question. How will you explain Robert?"

"Until the divorce is final, Robert and I are close friends sharing time together. After the divorce is final, I'll tell anyone who asks that we became lovers, even your homophobic neighbor. What time are the events unfolding tonight?"

"Probably around eight as usual," Matt told us. He said that he planned to have some skewers of beef and chicken to cook over the fire then he showed us a grate hung by chains from a steal tripod.

"Well, hell Matt, you know what that is? Its a German schwinkbratten swing. I used to go to German festivals and eat a lot of marinated pork sandwiches cooked on one of these. I'll go to the German style meat market and get some marinated pork and brochen. How many you expect tonight?" Matt figured about 25 would show.

Robert and I said our good byes telling Matt we would bring the pork and brochen about eight. We loaded into the car, headed to town for some good German pork and beer. Robert suggested we not stay late tonight so we could have a serious good night rest. Agreeing with him, we decided to bow out about 10:30 to 11:00.

"How do you plan to handle the neighbors if they ask a lot of questions," Robert asked?

"That should be pretty simple. Your mom is already moved to assisted living, you have contractors doing remodeling, and your friend agreed to put you up for a few nights. Recall Katie had contractors in last month and we already told the crowd about your retirement and moving into your mom's home."

Robert accepted this explanation although it was apparent he wasn't completely happy. "Patrick, how long are we going to keep up the facade? I feel like the no tell lover."

"Divorce takes about six months to finalize if there is no contest. We been separated a month, split our joint assets, and she said she wouldn't fight for more. Just a few more months and I'll take out a personal in the paper declaring you as my partner. I don't want to string you along, I want you physically and emotionally. I am not ashamed of my choice."

Our emotions got to us again as we embrace and shared a lovers kiss. It was love not passion, emotion not lust. "Robert we grew up together and now I want to grow old together. Wait a couple more months, it would be no different if you were a woman. Well, yes it would, my ass would miss the wonderful loving and fucking you give me."

"Patrick, I'm emotional because I have never fallen for someone as hard as you. I want to be open and enjoy it. What kind of personal ad?"

"Whatever you want. 'I Patrick declare my love for you Robert'"

We went to the bon fire and the German style pork and brochen was a hit. I told everyone about German village festivals, beer drinking, and all the different meets and sausages I ate. One rather interesting comment came from Katie, I knew there was a reason I didn't really trust her. "I bet you still suck in sausages don't you?"

I played off but nicely as she was stuffing a hot dog in her mouth, "I hear you like going down to the meat market too." She shut up quickly. I'd have to tell Matt later how much I didn't appreciate her mouth overriding her brain.

Robert and I left about 10:45, early as we planned. We were actually tired and in need of some real sleep. I left the deck lights on to help light the beach as the party continued. We kept the inside lights low so our movements inside would not reflect on the blinds. It didn't take long to get naked and we really did go to bed.

Sleep was on our minds; however, we both sensed the other's movement toward cocks needing attention. Finding ourselves side by side in 69 position, cocks disappeared into waiting mouths. There was no rush as we shared a slow pace of sucking, licking, massaging, and petting. I was beginning to feel my cock building pressure, I moaned my pleasure telling Robert I was close.

Robert picked up his pace, pulling and sucking harder. I followed his lead giving him as much mouth as I could. I heard him begin moaning as loudly as I, "Now, cum!" We both shot off together. Holding his discharge in my mouth, I turned to see had done the same. Now face to face, we opened our mouths to share our essences. Finally the mix was larger than we could retain. We swallowed.

Part 4

We slept soundly and woke very refreshed. We didn't have morning sex today for no real reason except maybe we were somewhat sexed out. After cleaning up and eating eating a nice breakfast, Robert asked me to go with him to visit his mother at her assisted living home. There was no question about going since growing up together I knew his mother well and we always had a lot to talk about.

The drive was about 25 miles and we stopped to check his house remodel."Wow, your dropping a serious dime in this remodel, this place looks great." Robert gave the grand tour pointing out different changes. The biggest change was creating a master suite by combining one of the other bedrooms into the master. "What a bedroom, this is sweet, no pun intended, I'd love to share this bedroom suite with a special man."

"I'm happy to hear you say that," Robert said, "one reason to stop here first is this bedroom. I kind of tried to capture you and put it into the house."

Floored is a weak sentiment to use, I was speechless. "This is why you want me to be your power of attorney." Tears were flooding my eyes. "Now I understand everything leading up to today. Now I think I know why we, you and me, are seeing your mother. And, yes, I will tell her we are lovers and tell her you were my first partner and yes, I will share your bed." Now Robert was emoting, we sealed our future.

"It's still early to see mom, lets go have a quiet lunch at a little place I know. It is known as a gay club, I hope I'm not pushing," Robert asked in a muted tone.

I took his hand, drew him to me, hugged, and whispered, "You're not pushing and yes I want to," then pecked his lips.

Our lunch was simple and light, Robert introduced me to several people, even explained my former straight life. The stereotype one sees in Hollywood movies was completely false, these people were nice, friendly, accepting of me, even gave me support. "You are making a life change at a late age," one said, "but you've known Robert all your life. You're not going it alone like many of us did. Enjoy your new love." I was astonished by the concern and support these people offered and knew I would be back.

We left the club and drove to visit Robert's mother. The day had already been full of surprises, I had no clue what to expect seeing his mother.

"Patrick, steel yourself for seeing mom. I'm not sure what you're going to hear and I'm not giving you any hints."

"I think you're non hint is a good hint." I parked the car, took a deep breath, and said, "Let go."

"Mom, were here," Robert called out as we knocked and walked in.

"In the kitchen making tea, dear. I'll brew some up for you and Patrick. Patrick, we're going to talk, mostly I talk and you listen."

Robert whispered, "It's okay, you'll see."

We quietly sat in the living room for a few minutes as Robert's mom finished tea. When she came out, she had a tray with tea pot, cups and saucers, and tea biscuit. I rose to offer help but was met with, "Just sit, this is part of you shut up and listen." 

I was in shock, in all the years I've know Robert's mother, she had never spoken as strongly to me, even when I was stretching her rules as we grew up. "Yes, ma'am."

"Right answer Patrick." She pouted tea, passed a cup to Robert, then a cup to me, and took one herself. "Patrick, I think you know this tea, it comes from New Brunswick, where your mother is from."

"King Cole?" My question was unnecessary but sprang from my mouth.

"Yes, King Cole, your mother's favorite tea. What would she say if she knew you and my Robert were lovers?" What a jaw dropping question. I wanted to speak but my mouth was dry, words in my head wouldn't come out my mouth.

"Surprised that I know? Then you'll really be surprised when I tell you I know about your activities with my Robert when you were 14. Robert confessed everything to me about a month ago. A month ago after your weekend together. I know you're divorcing your wife to be with him. I know how Robert is remodeling my house for you both. Now, let me tell you, I don't understand how or why this is all happening but Robert loves you. He has for a long time but has avoided his feelings until you gave yourself to him last month. And, I know you're here to confess what I already know. Patrick, how much truth is there to what I've said so far?"

I saw a box of tissues near my chair, pulled one out. "Robert hasn't said he loves me, but everything else is true." I was trying to hold back my emotions but was really fighting a loosing battle.

"Patrick, do you love my Robert?" The question demanded an answer. I looked at Robert when I heard, "I asked that question, look at me!"

I looked at Robert's mother as my voice came to me. Straight into her eyes, I gave my answer, "Yes, I do, and I think I have sense we were 14."

"Let's drink out tea," Robert's mother said.

We sat quietly, drank our tea, and ate biscuits. The silence was killing me, thankfully, Robert broke the silence. "Patrick, I did say steel yourself." Then his mother calmly said, "Take my son home with you."

Shortly after that Robert and I said our good byes to his mother with the promise to visit often. "Patrick, I'll drive, you don't look like you can drive." He was right, I was shaking like a teen after a parents interrogation. Robert drove us around town first to where I grew up. I saw the house where Robert first gave himself to me, then he drove me to the cemetery where his father and brother were buried. I told him to drive around another bend to where my parents were buried. The circuit complete, we finally headed back toward my cabin. "My cabin, false, it is our cabin," I thought to myself.

"Robert, do we need two residences? The cabin is small, not equipped for two people to live comfortably, and entertaining would be a problem without adding onto the deck and building a large patio. Your home is everything mine isn't."

"What's the property worth," Robert asked. "It might be worth selling but what about capital gains, where would you invest the gains?"

"You know, I've always wanted a small consignment business. No clothing, things like small appliances, home electronics. Could plow the gains into more real estate, buy a small building, open a shop."

"That's why I want to be with you, we're thinking the same thing. Where would invest?" Robert was showing a renewed excitement discovering we were in sync.

"Have to consider this side of the state line, move, change residency for lower property tax rates. Have to look into veteran tax breaks on commercial property. Then have to spend time searching properties with good traffic flow and easy in and out access. I've been through this before but now feel better prepared to write a business plan. So, since we are thinking alike, I guess you've done some research."

Suddenly stopping the car and pulling off the road, Robert asked, "Want to see some places that might work?"

It was late in the afternoon but there was still plenty of sun, "Lets go, show me. Have you done any research into prices, floor plans, overhead costs? Are you thinking joint venture?" I was getting excited. This was our home town and we both knew there were properties in a lot of areas of town that were historic or located in historic neighborhoods.

As we drove, Robert suggested a couple places that were old warehouse style buildings. He hadn't been inside, didn't know structural, plumbing, electrical conditions. One was near a historic intersection, another was closer to the center of town, one appeared to be related to the railroad history. I was somewhat drawn to the old railroad building since I have a fascination with trains.

"After the lawyer appointment tomorrow, lets find a good commercial real estate agent," Robert suggested. "We should really start putting a plan together if we're both singing the same tune."

"Some internet research tonight will help narrow the search and speed up calling. You know one of our old high school classmates is an agent. I think he deals more in residential but his agency also has a commercial property section. I used him when I was settling dad's estate." My wheels were turning.

We finally headed back to the cabin, getting there just as dusk was setting in. Our thoughts were not of hot sex but of a future business. I searched real estate agents as Robert dug into prices. "You know Robert, we shouldn't think either small or too big," I said, "If we go small and grow, we'll have to do this all again in a couple years. Too big is a problem also, but big could let us rent stalls for swap meets, starving artist events, or share long term retail space."

"Holy shit Patrick! Get out my fucking head. I'm thinking the same thing." We both cracked up. Robert asked me to look at a building he found online. "Check this out. We looked at the outside but here are some inside shots. This one is near that historic intersection in the old market square area. It is actually two floors and about 20,000 square feet on each floor."

"Does it have a freight elevator for heavy items and so handicapped people can get up and down?"

As Robert checked the specs list, I went to agent searches. Robert found it does have an elevator and told me the name of the agent and agency. "You don't recognize that agent name? You should, we went to school with him for four years. I'm sure he'd be discreet, he is an agent and has to take continuing education on ethics to keep his license. On the call list?"

"We could email him. You hired him once, why don't you email and we can check messages tomorrow before the lawyer and after."

"Done, I'll tell him what building we're interested in. How long has it been listed? That might give us some bargaining power." Robert said over 18 months listed.

Finishing up this bit of work, we shut down our tablets. With some fresh salad greens, and lean steaks in the refrigerator, we attacked a dinner of steak in brown mushroom gravy, mashed potatoes, and salad. We worked together to get dinner ready and ate as we kept the dialogue on business going.

Robert asked what a potential selling price on the cabin might be. I knew the property and building tax value and values of surrounding properties. ë estimated about 140,000 since the real estate market was getting stronger.

"How soon could you sell," Robert asked.

I regretted the answer because I had to tell him that I was stuck until the divorce becomes final. Fortunately, Robert understood this. "So you guess sometime toward the end of the year," he asked.

"That would be the earliest but people buying lake property aren't buying in winter. We could use this place as income property and rent."

"Patrick, you just said we. Is we you and me?"

"Yes you idiot. This is Texas Hold Em' and I'm all in. And, don't get all emotional again." 

For the rest of dinner and as we cleaned up, Robert was happy, almost giddy with silliness. When we did settle down, we were able to just explore the others eyes. Although we were draping arms over the other, there wasn't any intentional sexual contact. It seemed we were content with our decisions made that day.

"Lets do an early night, we have a lot to accomplish tomorrow," Robert suggested.

"I like that thought as long as you'll make love to me. I want to seal the deal"

"Yes, Patrick I will love you tonight and from now on."

Tomorrow would be a new day.



Reunited - 44 Years Later: Power



This is the third installment in the Reunited - 44 Years Later. For the reader to fully understand the tale, it is recommended you read the first two parts. The writer reserves all copyrights to this and the previous submissions. 

Reunited - 44 Years Later: Power of attorney

Part 1

Robert and Patrick did make love that Sunday night. They had made decisions that would affect the rest of their lives, committed to each other and committed to Robert's mother. Robert showed Patrick remodeling in his home in progress, confessed that the remodel was with Patrick in mind. They learned that their minds were in sync with thoughts of starting a business in the near by next state. Now, waking on Monday morning, it was time to see Robert's lawyer. This is where we begin the new installment of "Reunited - 44 Years Later."

Robert and I awoke rested and refreshed, we had consummated our love, we had cemented our relationship with our love fluids in bodily exchange. "Morning Robert, I am still in love with you," I exclaimed.

"Patrick, we have the rest of our lives together, lets wake every morning in love, and as often as possible with love."

"I'd like to say I'm up for that except you drained me dry last night. My arms are free for your embrace." I reached to gather Robert to me, we embraced feeling our bodies contact. I explored his back with my arms wrapped around him. I felt Robert grope my butt cheeks and I pulled at him reaching his ass. I toyed between his cheeks and touched his sphincter. By instinct, Robert squeezed against my finger but quickly released. "Robert, I enjoy exploring your body, you excite my vision of how sex should be." 

"Be careful, Patrick, we have a lawyer appointment and you're making me think about everything else but legal matters." We disengaged regretfully. I got coffee started as Robert took care of bathroom chores. As he came out, coffee was ready, I had a cup for myself and handed one to my lover. I did my daily constitutional, came out to warm toast, butter, and jam.

The lawyer's office was several miles away across the metro and across the state line. We headed out with plenty of time to spare. I knew the address well and drove right to it. Pulling into the parking, I broke into a laugh that Robert clearly did not understand. "Why are you laughing," he asked almost miffed.

"The lawyer's name, Louis E. Daniel. How long have you know him?"

"I was referred to him because he understands gay issues and gay people are his primary clients."

"Robert, he was a year ahead of us in high school. And, be prepared, he and I were in boy scouts together, spent time together, and he once suggested we fuck. That didn't happen though. Lets go in and give him a surprise he'll probably freak about."

"For a formerly straight guy you sure know a lot of gay people," Robert observed.

"Shit happens," I said going into the office.

Seated at his desk was Louis, he looked up and said hello to Robert, then his jaw dropped. His reaction to seeing me walk in with Robert was priceless. I wished I had a camera to capture his expression.

"My fucking God, Patrick. What are you doing with Robert," Louis seemed to gasp rather than say.

"Nice seeing you again too Louis, been a long while. The look on your face is priceless." I reached out my hand to shake his. He was still stunned and shaking hands didn't register right away.

Finally the novelty wore off and we spent an hour or more catching up. Louis couldn't believe I was a university professor and overly surprised learning that I had doctor in front of my name. No conversation occurred about my connection to Robert, that would be yet another surprise.

Robert sat quietly as Louis and I caught up with our lives but he was getting uncomfortable. Both Louis and I noticed and I reached taking Robert's hand in mine. "One final thing before we begin Robert's business here. Robert and I are a couple. He was my first sex partner 44 years ago. We became lovers about a month ago. I'm in divorce proceedings and when it is final, I'll openly come out."

"Who is your lawyer, maybe I can help smooth it out and speed things up. Don't worry about fee, that'll gratis to you and Robert." Louis looked a Robert and saw Robert's emotion at doing work gratis. "Robert," Louis said, "I am doing a power of attorney for you, who do you appoint?"

Looking at me, Robert simply answered, "Patrick."

"Usually a power of attorney is a $100.00 fee. However, your fee will be having lunch with me at a place of my choice. It is the least I can do for you and Patrick."

"Louis, I think we're in for a long relationship because we also plan to start a business once I'm completely moved." Robert looked at me as he said that as I nodded my approval.

Once we completed the paperwork, I gave Louis my lawyer information. Louis said he would get info about my wife's lawyer from my lawyer. " ... and don't worry, I'm excessively discreet in these matters. Now for lunch, I'll drive."

Robert and I were dressed casual, as we pulled into the lot of Louis' selected treat, I was convinced they would throw Robert and I out; this place was formal, tux formal. Louis led us into the dining room and it seemed like Moses parting the Red Sea, our way was clear. The head waiter greeted Louis, "Mr. Daniel, your room is ready, will anyone else join you today?"

"No, only Robert and the professor," said Louis.

"Why the formal professor, Patrick is who I've always been." I was actually uncomfortable with the formality.

"It is hard for me to grasp that you have doctorate and are a professor. I enjoy giving you the respect."

"If that way you want it barrister." We all chuckled.

"Louis," Robert asked, "did the head waiter say your room is ready?"

"Yes, I have a room on indefinite reserve. If I have special guests, we come here. We are free to discuss anything, conduct business that might not be appropriate in an office or in public."

"Louis, one question I've always had," I asked, "why did you want to be mayor?" 

"Someone told me I couldn't do it. You know how I am, tell me I can't and I'll prove you wrong."

Our lunch went smoothly and the conversation was light. As we concluded our meal with coffee and cake, Louis asked about our business and building purchase ideas. We explained that it is really too early for firm ideas. "We're only just starting the conversation," I told Louis. We finished coffee and desert then headed back to Louis' office.

Finally getting back to Louis' office, we noticed another car in the lot. "Before you two take off, there is someone I want you to meet, come in for a few." We followed Louis into his office where we meet a well dressed man introduced to us as Louis' partner. Gentlemen, this is my partner, not, but in life. Patrick, I'm pretty sure you knew I was gay but were being kind, saying nothing. We were in the same boat as you and Robert, he married, children, and discovering his gay side. Now you understand why I'm going to help you both get what you want. I'll be in touch guys."

As we said our good byes and while walking to the car, I couldn't help but take Robert in an embrace to say, "Good choiceyer. I hope we'll be together completely openly sooner."

"Robert, I hope you caught the drift of Louis' conversation. He does not do something for nothing. He was that way in high school and, like a zebra, his stripes are the same now as then. But you probably guessed that from your background."

"I'm glad you stepped away from sharing too much about business. I could see him trying to take over. Lets go check out that building more closely."

We met with Quig, toured the building in and out, inspected the roof, overall structure, plumbing and electrical taking many notes and pics to look at later. "Quig," Robert asked, "you've had this building on your books for over 18 months, why do you think is hasn't sold?"

Quig wasn't quick to answer, setting off alarm bells for both Robert and I. When he did finally answer, we sensed it was the truth. "The seller is older, in his 80's. He doesn't understand code requirements and thinks this is a million dollar property."

"Quig, we'll have to do some more research, go to city or county code enforcement with these notes and pics. Right now, this building isn't worth more than property value." I looked as Robert as he made that statement because I knew how much he liked it.

"Take your time, this place probably won't go any time soon." We all left heading our own ways.

As we headed back to the cabin, Robert was quiet; I left him alone in his thoughts as I drove. We got to the cabin, parked in the garage, and went in. "Robert, you were silent the whole drive, what's up?"

"That building, I like it, it has problems but... What do you think? Would code enforcement order it razed"

"We can research codes online, look at our notes, examine our pics. If the main structure is sound code enforcement may order the owner to make repairs. If repairs are too expensive, we have a bargaining chip."

We put together a simple dinner of salad greens and after dinner I got busy preparing for the next day's classes.

Part 2

"Robert, I have classes today, tomorrow, and Thursday, do you want to tag along? Won't be very exciting but it will get you free from the cabin and you can use the time making calls, arrangements, whatever you need to do to finish your move. You can even sit in on classes if you want."

"Can I just stay here? I want to do some writing and get some research done for business." Robert seemed comfortable with staying around the cabin. "I may go for a walk to harvest some wild herbs. The stash is getting low."

"That'll work, my classes aren't long today and I will be back around 3:00. I don't have to leave for a couple hours, we could, ah ..."

"Hmm, I'm interested in the, ah..., part. Get naked."

As I stripped, so did Robert. I sank to my knees as he stood before me. I deeply breathed in his scent, took his cock in my hands to draw him to my lips. The taste of his cock in my mouth was savory and sweet. He didn't spring to full hardness quickly allowing me to keep his full length in my mouth longer. I tongued his cock head, rolled my tongue along his length, use one hand to cup his balls while the other toyed between his butt cheeks. I toyed around his sphincter and the sensation forced his hips forward and lodged his cock as deeply as I could hold him. 

"Give me your ass Patrick. I want to give you an orgasm before you go." I couldn't refuse that chance.

"I'll hold you sweet nectar in me until I come back then you can make another deposit."

I continued kneeling and leaned over the couch cushions. Robert knelt behind me and I quickly felt him push against my sphincter. As I relaxed to allow him enter, I heard his growl followed by a hard thrust that drove his sweet meat to the hilt. The thrust also drove me into the cushions, I gasped part in pain because we didn't use lube and part in the thrill of being topped so well.

"God damn, Robert! Fuck me." He withdrew almost all the way and drove home hard. He was making sure I would be sore. "You want to leave me sore and wanting don't you," I cried as he drove in again. This time I squeezed against him as tightly as I could. "You'll be sore and wanting too. Fuck me Robert, fast and hard."

"You'll remember this fucking. I am the only man getting your ass." Robert was working himself into me with demand and I wanted it.

I was feeling the pressure against my prostate knowing a p-spot O was soon to happen. I continued to squeeze his cock suddenly feeling my O hit me. I cupped my hand to catch the semen that was soon to flow from my cock. "Pound Robert, fuck me, I'm cumming." The rush of semen from the prostate milking filled the palm of my hand and I drank it deeply. Moaning, I pressed against Robert's invading cock to take as much as he could give me. "I'm still cumming, Robert, fuck me!" More semen was erupting from my cock and I tried to catch it all and lap it into my mouth.

Soon I felt Robert expand as he drove as deeply as he could, then came his contraction. I knew he was cumming hard into me. "Fuck! Patrick, fuck, I'm cumming." He continued to expand and contract several more times before he fell over me in a post coitus bliss.

I held my sphincter tight as Robert began shrinking in me. "I want to hold you cum in me, pull out slowly. I reached for tissues that I would wedge between my cheeks at my anal opening. The tissue will help stop an accidental flow which was sure to happen in the car or in class.

As Robert withdrew and I placed the tissues at my anus, I turned to face Robert and kiss the man of my dreams. "Just in case you're wondering, Robert, I do love you as a man and a lover. I'll be back for more in about 3 1/2 hours. You better have some left."

"I will but you better sponge off before you leave for class."

Class was the usual uneventful period. I did retain the tissues although there was some dampness; I added a few more to prevent staining in a place hard to explain. I called Robert as I was leaving class. He suggested picking up some salmon for dinner with some corn on the cob and tiny spring potatoes if they were available. "Sounds like you have plans for tonight and need plenty of nourishment. I have morning classes tomorrow."

Robert's voice on the phone was playful. "You'll be on time for class but you'll probably lack sleep. See you in a little while."

I pulled into the garage seeing Robert standing there. "How was class," he asked with a smile.

"It was miserable, I had to contain a small leak and hope it wouldn't stain," I laughed. Not to mention, there was a little soreness from an invasion of the anus snatcher." We shared a quick kiss as I reached for the dinner fixings. "I guess the average serving of salmon is about 8 ounces so I got a little better than a pound."

Robert told me he was going to cook tonight and as we got into the cabin, I noticed a large pile of washed wild herbs. "You were busy this afternoon. You must have explored deeper down the dike to find this much stuff. If you're going to cook, I'm going to clean up and clean out. Sounds like you have some ideas for tonight."

"I'm going to take some Levetra tonight and hope to keep you busy until class time tomorrow." The look on Robert's face was one I was quickly getting familiar with. The look said, 'you're about to get worn out and love it.'

As I was getting ready to hit the shower and anal douche, my phone rang, it was my daughter Terri. "Hi cute little Terri!" Terri was calling about school and usual stuff but Robert had never been around when she called. "I have classes tomorrow and Thursday. What about Friday, no classes then and you don't either." Terri wanted to see me since she could, anytime, without concern of upsetting her mother. She agreed to Friday. "Terri, there will be someone here for you to meet when you come." She asked who, "Terri, it is my new lover." She was quick to ask what her name was and I simply answered, "Her name is Robert, someone I've known for 58 years." She was silent for a bit then asked the obvious. "Terri, yes, we are lovers complete and thorough and I want you to know that he makes me feel wonderful and I want you to be a part of my new life. I'm just keeping it quiet until the divorce is final." "See you about 2:30 then. Love you little Terri."

"You are going to let your daughter meet me? Are you sure about that?" 

"No concern, we tell each other everything. She knows how unhappy I was and she'll accept that I've chosen a gay love. And, she'll accept you. She's cool about weed, we used to get high together."

"You know I have to leave Sunday morning. I was hoping for some wild sex before I leave."

"Would you like me to fly out with you? I'd like to experience the SF scene at least once."

"Are you shitting me, hell yeah, but what about school."

"Surprise, already have my ticket and got substitutes for the rest of the term. I'm yours after classes this week. Oh, yeah, I've done some math, with my military retirement and starting social security, I can retire with you and we can focus on business. If that's not proof of my desire for you then I'm fucked in all the wrong ways."

"What about power of attorney?" Robert had surprise written all over his face.

"Give it to Terri. She'll do it, plus it is specific power of attorney so she can't do anything you don't want her to. She protects my interests very carefully, she'll protect ours. Now I have some cleaning to do and you have some cooking to do."

"Patrick, I love you."

I took three deep cleansing enemas before showering and douched some more in the shower. I didn't think clothes were necessary tonight and coming out of the shower, I saw Robert didn't think clothes were necessary either.

He handed me Levetra and he popped one as well, then lit up what must have been a three paper joint. I knew where tonight was headed. He had placed towels and lube on the table, lit some scented candles, and prepared a great dinner.

"You will really come with me? Terri will really do the power of attorney? You'll really retire with me? You'll really live with me? You'll really do business with me?" Now it was Robert acting silly like a teen girl.

"Will you stop with the silly questions. I want some love tonight not questions. Please love me tonight." I stepped to our window and presented myself. I opened the lube and anointed myself. Robert was stroking his cock as he approached me. "I liked this morning before class but I rather have a little preparation before the onslaught. Are you about to onslaught?"

My answer was forthcoming as I felt Robert love muscle hit the mark and slide deep with his first stroke. I grasped the window frame as he withdrew only to slam forward again. I wasn't sure who this mad man was but I was enjoying every mad stroke. I was begging for more with each of his thrusts. "Fuck me Robert!" I was screaming for it, demanding it. I still felt a little sore from earlier but didn't care. Robert was gripping my hips to pull me into him as he drove into me. His pace did not slow, we were coupled for many minutes even though time didn't move. The only movement was cock and hips. When Robert finally let out a scream, he came in a great flood of sperm and semen that added to the ease of his deep penetration. Then he leaned over me gasping for air but still stroking my ass. 

"Thank you Patrick. Thank you for accepting me. Thank you for not tossing away our friendship. Thank you for inviting me to your home. Thank you for making me feel alive and wanted. Thank you for giving yourself and your love." We were still joined with his manly muscle still pleasuring me.

"Robert my life is changed forever too. I owe you my love for giving me yours. You've taught me to feel emotions that were dead just a few weeks ago. As you make love to me, with me, I feel so alive. Stay where you are; fuck me again."

I squeezed my anal muscles around his invading tool. The grip was tight as he struggled to stroke me as deep as he could. I squeezed and released setting a pace that would mean long loving after his just passed orgasm. When I finally relaxed into him, I was ready for a third pounding. "Now Robert, again, fuck me hard and cum again."

His pace was slower and not as hard as he had spent much energy already. He was able to stroke at his full length. I knew he was sliding as much on sperm and semen as he was on lube. I was surprised that his motion was causing me to approach another p-spot O. The pressure to fight against him was growing as fast as he was driving into me. "Oh fuck Robert, I'm cumming. Holy fuck! Can you cum with me? I'm there, give me your cum too." We screamed together as his third load of the day, second tonight shot home into my bowels.




Reunited - 44 Years Later: Power



When Robert did make his exit, I felt empty. He helped me stand and turned me into his embrace. We kissed long and hard breaking after several minutes. I was fully hard even after the p-spot O and its strong release. Now it was my turn. I spun Robert to the window and told him to grip the frame. With no fan fare, he took me deep in one stroke. His anus was moist from sweat and lube that spilled from his cock while fucking me. I gave him no mercy, pounding him with my full length as hard as I could. I didn't care at this point, it was pure lustful fucking. He was begging me to be easy, not so rough but I kept my onslaught going until I began feeling him squeeze and relax knowing he, too, was going to have a p-spot cum. He was shaking, quivering as his anal cum exploded and I let loose my cum in his ass.

"Oh God, Patrick. Oh, fuck! That hurt so good. I can't remember ever being pounded like that. Is that what I did to you? We were both still shaking for the sexual release.

"Yes, Robert, that is what you did to me twice today. I couldn't help it, you brought it out of me, I had to take you rough in your sweet ass." My attack on Robert was what I needed for my release and while I fucked him, my ass leaked down my legs. His cum was wet against my ass cheeks with a trail oozing down my legs. I was still connected to Robert although I was shrinking. I saw my semen and sperm coating my cock and starting to seep from his anus. "Are you okay Robert? I'm sorry I attacked you like that."

"Odd, Patrick, I'm not sorry. Yes, I'm okay. Hug me a little while." I slid from ass seeing my mess drip from his ass and oz down his leg just as his had on me. Turing to face each other, our full body embrace was electrifying. As our lips touched and mouths opened for a deep kiss, I instinctively cupped his butt cheeks, drew him closer, felt our cocks rubbing, and felt them growing.

"Robert, we need to clean up a bit before we continue. I hope I make it to class tomorrow."

"You will, I'll drive you."

"You are already driving me and I hope at least one or two more times. We guided each other to the bath room where a hot shower relaxed us and cleaned the residue of our fucking. Coming from the shower, we took another joint and smoked it.

With our high refreshed, we walked to the window again, but rather than standing in the window, we fell to the carpet, side by side, in a sixty-nine position. Taking the others cock into our waiting mouths, we began an oral loving. With my eyes open, mouth around Robert's cock, I saw his sphincter exposed. I draped my upper arm over his waist using my hand spread his anus open. The hand that was lower, I slid up his leg until it was touching his sweet hot hole. Robert flexed his sphincter opening to my finger allowing me to penetrate a couple knuckles. Then he opened again letting me sink my finger deeper; I was able to crock my finger to massage his prostate. Robert felt the direct pressure on that little acorn size gland and rewarded me with a thrust into my mouth and a squirt of semen.

He was learning another lesson as he reciprocated by massaging my prostate receiving a similar reward. I don't know how long this continued or how many times we each received a sweet deposit but we were each squirming from the others ministrations. In a mutual gasp, we reached our peak together. Robert's grip on my finger was strong as he turned loose his warm white gel into my mouth; I returned the favor. We gulped as the marinade of sperm splatter on our tongues. For several minutes we continued to draw on each others cocks until there was nothing left to claim.

"Wow! That was prostate massage? We're going to do that again but not tonight, I'm spent," sighed Robert. "I think you may get some sleep tonight, you drained me."

"Dear Robert, are you beginning to enjoy anal sex? You squirted a lot while I massaged your little acorn." By now we were head to head facing each other as we sprawled on the floor. 

"I am enjoying what you've taught me over this past month. Anal is not as exciting for me as it is for you, but, if I must answer, yes, I'm enjoying my prostate being touched and stroked to orgasm."

Part 3

In reality, we did sleep and had a good night sleep. As morning arrived with Robert and I waking, it was clear that Robert was suffering the lingering effects of Levetra, he was raging hard. I grabbed the lube to deposit a nice amount on his fleshy invader and in my ass, rolled onto my stomach, and invited Robert to climb aboard. He did not refuse the offer and the next almost 20 minutes were spent with him giving me some sweet love. When he did cum, it was not like the night before, he really was drained, yet he was able to retain his hardness to stroke me more until I was able to have a small p-spot O at the same he time he released a small squirt of cum.

"What a way to begin the day," Robert whispered into my ear while his shrinking love tool slipped from my red and slightly sore anus.

"What did I say about retirement yesterday? I may have to keep working just to have time to recover. Better let me up so I can get ready for class. By the way, Robert, I love you."

He did lift off my well abused ass, abused by consent. A quick peck and I was starting the coffee and jumping into shower. A moment later I had a shower partner. "Can I go to school today teacher," Robert asked.

"Only if you can behave. I don't allow any fooling around in the classroom. But between classes... Well, that's different."

Robert did come to class and I introduced him as an auditor observing how a class is conducted. The two class periods of the day went quickly. Having an observer present seemed to motivate student activity and our small group sessions were active. Robert walked around the groups, talked with students, commented, was a good addition to learning objectives for each period.

As we left the building for the parking lot, I had to complement Robert and thank him for contributing to class. His people skills with students were excellent. "You missed a calling, you'd be a good teacher. The way you walked around, commented, listened, the classes today liked you."

"You think so," Robert asked. "Maybe when we launch our business we can create some opportunity classes for stall renters to make their business more productive."

"Yeah, we could have paid seminars to help stall renters have better success. Neat idea. You want to tag along tomorrow, only one class. After we can look at some other properties."

"Lets look at that property by the railroad again. It isn't as big but may be in better condition."

"Not as good location though. There is that old warehouse a couple blocks from the building in hay market square. Don't remember the square footage. Lets make a couple calls from the cabin when we get back."

We took the freeway from campus and were home in just a few minutes. Robert checked realtors and phone numbers while I checked building addresses and specs. "The railroad building is only 25,000 square feet, nice size but couldn't have many rental stalls. The other warehouse building is one floor but double the railroad property. After a couple calls, we had appointments for tomorrow afternoon.

The rest of the afternoon and evening, I worked on class preparation for tomorrow while Robert made calls to his contractor and calls to people in California who were managing his move. We got our work done about 7:00 p.m. leaving us time for an evening walk. 

We took the long way around the lake talking and just seeing the sights. Some families were out grilling, some folks were walking as we were, teens, mostly girls in tight bikinis were trolling for boys. It was a typical mid summer night. We reached the gate to the river dike and I pulled out a bag for us to collect some wild herb. We were getting good at this.

"Do you think your daughter will stay late Friday," Robert asked. "I mean do you think she might like to get high us? It might be fun to have someone other than Matt to hang out with."

"She knows I do weed, she's done it a couple times. Hell, she's even done acid. I haven't done that. It would have to be her choice. But fuck it, we can offer. Should I tell her to bring her boyfriend in case things get ... out of control?"

"Might be fun."

"Fuck Robert, am I getting kinky? Would I really fuck with my daughter present, would she fuck with me present? Maybe that's pushing things too far. We just better behave, have some weed and let her leave when she's ready."

"I was just wondering how far you'd go. I bet you'd go that far if the situation was right."

"I call her cute little Terri for a reason and maybe I would."

We finished our walk and decided on a light dinner of salad and French bread. The rest of the evening we spent watching Antiques Road Show and a couple other PBS programs, discussing kinds of items we might sell in a business. It wasn't a sexually charged night, we were focused on making business notes, business plan writing, and searching legal matters.

"Patrick, do you think we should use Louis as a business lawyer? I'm thinking about what you said Monday."

"That'll be touchy but I know his character and he'd write himself into decision making and control of business. He took on my divorce gratis but free really isn't free even when he says it is for a friend. He's a schemer. Lets just keep things on the down low for now."

"That would probably mean cutting Quig off too. You think he already cut himself off?"

"That's how I'd take it."

After the evening news, we stripped for bed, cleaned up a little, and hit the sheets. We hugged, and kissed and fondled without having sex, it was simply good night caressing between satisfied lovers. Waking early enough for some casual coffee and breakfast, we got ready for class and headed out to a different campus location today.

Again, Robert was introduced as an auditor observing classroom activities. The class period was scheduled for an hour and forty-five minutes but finished about 15 minutes early. I dismissed the class with assignment reminders for the next period. All my classes knew the final class periods would be covered by a substitute.

The period ended at 10:45 and we strolled to the car thinking about how long it would take to get to the first property. With freeway systems, we could get across town in less than 30 minutes and first meeting at 1:30, we headed for the club Robert introduced me to on Monday. Lunch was casual and some of the same people I met earlier were there. We joked and bantered about with ease; it was a fun lunch.

The meetings with realtors were uneventful, we took many notes on structure, plumbing, electrical. Both were far better structurally than the first. We didn't commit saying we had to weigh pluses and negatives before making an offer. We told both agents that it would be three weeks or more before we could make any decisions.

It wasn't late so we drove by to see Robert's mother again. We didn't stay long but related that Terri was going to visit us tomorrow, Friday. We didn't talk about change of power of attorney since Robert's mother didn't know any of my present family.

"Do you think mom is right that it is too early for Terri to meet me, Patrick? I mean, after all, she just learned her dad switched sides."

"Just wait until tomorrow, she'll be okay. Remember we share everything and she has a libertarian mind set. I'm confident that she'll be okay. And, I'll be okay if you make love with me tonight."

Robert reached across the center console to touch my leg. His hand squeezed as he worked his way to my cock, I was already getting hard. Robert worked my pants open, pulled out my cock stroking it lightly. "Oh fuck, this is exciting. You expect me to drive while you're doing that?"

"You can pull off the road and I'll take you in my mouth until you quench my thirst." I turned on the turn signal, slowed, and turned of the road at a vacant gas station. Robert was true to his word and I was ready to explode. 

"Robert, I'm not going to hold back. I'm going to cum." With a gasp and thrust I turned loose a load into Robert's waiting mouth. As he sucked me clean, he came up from my cock with his lips tight. As he looked at me, I knew he had my nectar and was going to share. I opened my mouth to him and we shared a taste. The drive home was not fast enough and I took all the short cuts.

Part 4

Robert did make love to me that night, we spooned, did missionary, did rear entry doggie and with me prone propped on pillows. Sometimes we were aggressive most of the time we were loving and tender. As morning arrived, I woke with a great sense of relief and re-life. I was spooning into Robert's sweet ass with a raging hard on, he felt it and adjusted himself so I was lined up against his sphincter. I reached the lube on the head board, gave a squirt, and massaged his anus and my cock. For a guy who doesn't like anal, Robert seemed to enjoy doing it with me.

He shoved against me taking me into his love tunnel. "Robert," I moaned as I slid into him, "why do you let me have you like this? Tell me why you accept anal penetration with me." I was stroking in and out with a very slow rhythm as I hugged him to me kissing his neck, shoulder, and back.

Robert was rocking gently into me feeling me inside his bowels as I felt him contract his muscles around me. "Patrick, you've taught me how to enjoy my ass, my prostate. No lover I've had cared for my feelings, it was only about them using my ass for themselves. You want to give me pleasure not just take your pleasure. Now, give me my pleasure." Robert drove his hips back into me with real demand. He took me as deeply as I could go. He gasped his pleasure. 

We remained joined for many minutes doing the lovers dance. I wasn't sure that Robert would have an anal orgasm; however, I tried to keep my angle against his p-spot. More time passed, not sure how much, when Robert began to shake and quiver, he was going to have a p-spot O. As his quivering and shaking built, I tried to time my thrusts for maximum pressure. Robert let go a scream, pressed against me, he was pushing into me with his hips while his anal muscles were trying to push me out. He was cumming hard. I reached my peak with him and released my cum into his awaiting bowels.

"Oh, I see, you like it like that," I giggled while continuing to kiss his back, shoulders, and neck.

"Yes," Robert sighed, "just like that. The sheets are dirty again." Laughing, we held our embrace a few minutes before moving to clean up and have some coffee.

It was already 9:30; I hadn't stayed in bed this late in years. It was becoming usual practice for both of us to shower together, the coffee was ready as we came out of the bathroom. We poured our cups and started cleaning up. Sheets were in the wash, windows were open to take off the smell of sex. We ate a bagel each, toasted with cream cheese. As noon approached, it was time to get dressed for Terri's arrival.

Robert was a bit concerned over what to wear. "Robert, you don't have to dress to impress. Be Robert, the Robert who years ago told me how to be casual and relaxed"

Terri was a little early, about 45 minutes early. I guess she was a little anxious too.

I met Terri outside and walked her up the stairs. "Terri, you know I'm your father and love you, this is a lot for you to handle and you can back out if you want to."

"Dad, I'm a little nervous but I see in your eyes and body language you are happy. You weren't happy with mom. Lots of sex must be good for you." That last sentence was a bit of a surprise but I played on it.

"You're happy too, must be lots of sex keeping your hormones active."

"Your going to have to spell hormone, are you using a "w" or "h"?" Terri took the bate and played it off nicely.

"Dad, tell me honestly, are you gay?" The tone told me that Terri wasn't play word games any more.

"All the way, in every way you can imagine, Robert and I have a history. That doesn't change, shouldn't change what you and I share and have shared. Still want to continue?" I took my daughter's hand like I did when she was little as we finished the last few steps to the deck.

At the top stood Robert, "Robert, this is my cute little Terri; Terri, this is Robert, my friend of 58 years, my lover of five weeks." Each stood their ground for several agonizing seconds and I couldn't and didn't want to push.

The first spoken words came from Terri, "He is cute. Hi Robert, we have a lot to talk about, lets go inside." The ice was broken but the thaw was a ways off.

"Terri, Patrick told me you were cute too, but he was wrong, your a lot more than cute." A little more ice broken and still a long way to go.

Over the next hour Terri learned a lot about our history, nothing was held back. Then we came to three years ago when we reconnected, Robert's concern that I'd reject him because he was gay, how we overcame that to stay in contact. When we reached the events of a month ago, I moved to Robert, took him into my arms, kissed him lightly, "Well Terri, that's the story. History is written and we've decided to keep writing more history."

"Wow dad, that's a love story I could not believe if I wasn't witnessing it right now. Mom never gave affection and I see so much between you both. I hope I have the same thing someday. Is Robert good in bed?"

"He was this morning," I answered as I gazed into his eyes. "Terri, I'm a bottom." "Terri," Robert spoke, "I came out as gay in the 70's and lived that life style since then, but you have to know, your dad's love is something I've searched for and never thought I'd have with either men or women I've been with. I hope you can accept that I want to be with Patrick forever." Robert sucked in hard trying to control his emotions. I felt my eye watering as well.

"Dad, I have never known you to be this sensitive. Love works for you."

The thaw was underway and the issue of power of attorney needed to be discussed. I explained my decision to retire, my decision to fly back with Robert as he finished his move, my decision to move in with him, our decision to begin a business, and the decision to either rent or sell the cabin. "The real question is, will serve as Robert's power of attorney while we close out one part of his life and start our part of our lives. You'll really have to keep a low profile, especially with mom."

Robert piped up, "This is a lot to lay at your feet and I hope you will do it for us. You see, we leave Sunday."

"Well, that is a lot to digest in just a few minutes. But, fuck it, its for my dad. Yes, I will." I had never heard Terri use fuck like that, never heard her say it ever.

Robert took one of Terri's hands, I took the other and wrapped her in a tight hug; we both kissed fully on the lips to seal the deal. To my surprise, Terri returned the kisses with warmth.

"Dad, you have any weed, I have got to get high to absorb all this."

"Robert is the roller of great three-paper joints and I do have some cooked stuff to swallow for a real lasting high. Hey, what about your boy friend, don't you need to get back to him tonight?" I was thinking about Robert and I having some serious sex tonight.

"He is out of town and I told him I was hanging out with you tonight. You and Robert don't make too much noise do you."

Now it was my turn to embarrass Terri, "No louder than you. You may not realize, but when you were spending so much time sleeping in the basement at home, I heard you giving yourself some relief."

We all eat some of the eatable weed while Robert rolled a couple joints. We all took some deep pulls on the joint smoking it down to the roach pretty quickly; the second didn't last long either. Were feeling the total effect.

Terri began to giggle, "You've heard me, ah ... taking care of things? How loud was I?" She was giggling but I could also tell she was embarrassed too.




Reunited - 44 Years Later: Power



"You want me to answer? Lets just say that I know you're vocal." I didn't want to take it further but I was glad she knew about her sexuality.

"Robert, what do you like about my dad, give it to me straight," she broke out laughing again, "well I mean, you know what I mean."

Robert look at me and I nodded, "Tell her what you want her to hear."

"Terri, Patrick and I have a long history since we were four. I can't give you everything in detail, we shared a lot of teen experiences together. You already know I was his first sex partner. I would never have guessed that we would come full circle to become lovers. How he makes me feel, comfortable and happy, satisfied and wanting. We're in our 60's and sex has never been better. Of course much it is Levetra induced."

"I'm pretty sure I know how dad feels. He wouldn't be with you if he didn't want to and, really, I'm jealous he's getting so much sex. I have the munchies, anything around here to eat, I mean food kind of eat."

We all got up and went for more of the cooked weed. Terri went to the refrigerator and looked around. "What is all the rabbit food? Are you going healthy?"

Robert laughed at the question Terri asked, "Well, we do eat some meat." The giggles started again. "Lets cut some cheese slices and have some crackers. We will have something more later."

Terri was drifting back and forth between Robert and I as we prepared cheese and crackers to snack on. "Terri, Robert doesn't drink and I've cut way back but we do have some wine, beer, or some whiskey. It all depends on how hard you want it. Wait, I mean how strong drink you want."

"How about some wine. I'll take it harder later maybe." No matter what we were saying, it came across with sexual innuendos. The three of us were all guilty and really didn't care. I decided to have a beer and Robert took out a rehydrate drink. He rolled a couple more joints before sitting down on the couch with Terri and I. All three on the same couch, me in the center with Terri and Robert on either side. Striking a match, Robert lit a joint and we all shared.

Terri was still being silly, "Looks like we're all sharing DNA one way or another." I reached an arm around Terri and Robert drawing them both into me. On one hand, I felt Terri's sexy young body and on the other hand, I felt lust for Robert's body. I planted a kiss on Terri's lips, turned and placed a kiss on Robert's lips. "Just sharing some more DNA," I observed.

The rest of the afternoon was spent joking and trying to have intelligent conversation. I was content that my daughter didn't run form me, that she would be Robert's power of attorney, and that Robert and I would soon be traveling to complete his move back. I gave Terri keys to the cabin. 



Reunited - 44 Years Later: The Move Home



This is the fourth installment in my fantasy story about Robert and Patrick. In the first installment I explained that elements of the fantasy are true. What the reader should do is read the earlier segments to understand how and why each installment builds. The author retains all copyrights associated with this writing and those that preceded this. 

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Part 1

Terri was not used to getting as high as she was that night, plus the wine she drank, she was wasted. Robert and Patrick made up a bed for her in the living room, laid her down, pulled a cover over her, and let her sleep, she was out cold. Robert and Patrick did spend much of the rest of the night making love. Everyone wakes up Saturday morning.

Robert was still sleeping soundly as I got out of bed. Remembering that Terri was in the living room sleeping, I grabbed some clothes and slipped quickly into the bathroom for a quick shower and anal douche. Robert had left a couple deposits over night.

I heard some movement outside as I was finishing my shower, drying, and getting dressed. I left the bathroom and entered the living room to see Terri moving around. Just as she saw me leave the bathroom, she flew past me into the bathroom. It was clear that she needed take care of the needs of nature. I heard the shower turn on and knew Terri was in the shower, I knew she would see the enema bag I used for douching and knew she would know it was recently used. "Dad," Terri silently called from the cracked open bathroom door, "give me my hand bag, I need something clean."

I came to the bathroom door stretching out my arm with the bag. Terri opened the door a crack more trying to remain hidden behind the door but she wasn't trying too hard. She let me glimpse her firm breasts, shaved pubic area, and turned just slightly letting me see her firm butt. She was very toned from years of martial arts. Just as quickly as I got a glimpse, she closed the door. Did I hear a giggle as the door closed?

I checked in on Robert to see he was finally coming awake. I stepped in to tell him Terri was almost done in the bathroom. "Patrick, you already cleaned up," Robert asked. I saw his naked body exposed to me and began feeling a stirring in my loins.

"I better get out of here before I forget my daughter is in next room. I'm feeling a stir in my stomach."

Robert looked at me, "Really, even with a hot woman in the house? You turned on by me?"

"Yes. Now get up, clean up, I'll make coffee." I leaned over Robert to give him a little peck.

Terri was out of the bathroom and looking for something to eat. "Is Robert up," she asked. Then she smiled realizing the innuendo.

"He's awake, and he may be up too, I'm not sure. I'll get coffee started. There are bagels and cream cheese, we can have eggs, too. If you have some serious morning munchies, we can have bacon also."

Terri must have been suffering the residual effects of marijuana. She just said, "All the above." At this point, Robert came through the bedroom door with some shorts on. Terri turned to look at him, told him breakfast was going to take a few minutes and he had time to clean up. "Hum, dad, I see why you find him attractive." I'm was sure she was eyeing his endowment.

"You noticed what he's packing, I see." Hearing that, Terri went rouge when I caught her wondering eye. 

"I saw an enema bag in the shower," Terri had a hint of trying to play me as she made that statement, "you constipated?"

"Trying to embarrass me now? Of course there is an enema bag in the shower, I had to douche. You know douching don't you? And, who was it trying to hide behind the door in full view when I handed over a hand bag."

"Maybe we better concentrate on breakfast." Terri and I went back to preparing breakfast. During our little tit-for-tat, the coffee finished, we both went for a hot cup. As we sipped coffee and worked on breakfast, we didn't avoid making contact, hands, arms, thighs. I wasn't sure whether Terri was tempting me or maybe me tempting her.

A few minutes later Robert emerged from the bathroom. He has showered, and I presumed did some deep cleansing as well. "If it tastes as good as it smells, we better keep Terri around. Where is my coffee, I need to get my head back in order."

"You don't know Terri very well, she is great at making toast and warming things in the microwave. I cooked the food. Still want Terri around," I teased. "On most mornings she does look better than me; however, this morning she was a little rough getting up."

"Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I don't appreciate a wonderful looking woman," Robert was looking right into Terri's eyes as he complimented her appearance. 

"Well, Robert, I am not dissatisfied with your appearance this morning either." Terri was being a bit shy in her comment causing to Robert to look at me quickly.

"You'll have to pull it out of her, I'm not going there." Terri turned a deep red when I said pull it out of her, I just left it at that.

"It is time to have some breakfast. Later I want you guys to walk me around the lake. It been years since I did that and I want my dad and you to be with me." Terri scooped up her portion while Robert and I had our shares. We put on another pot of coffee, cleaned up dishes and pans, then went out on the deck to have coffee in the late morning sun. Terri picked a chair between Robert and I, reached out her hands to us, took our hands and drew them to her. "I am still having trouble taking this all in, but I think we are a new family, my dad and his lover."

Part 2

We finished our coffees then took turns in the bathroom. It was getting close to noon when we finally began walking around the lake. Robert and were wearing shorts and t-shirts, Terri opted for a bikini top that was not too revealing but allowed a lot of sun to give her some color. She also wore shorts but they rode low on her hips and tight against toned butt. 

One neighbor she knew was outside and engaged us. I introduced Robert as an old schoolmate who was moving back to the area to retire, that he was here for a few days and leaving tomorrow. This neighbor I knew to be a busy body so I quickly said we wanted to get in a good walk and since she was doing yard work, we would press on.

As we walked on a bit, Terri asked why I was short with the neighbor. "Terri, she is the local snoop, loves gossip, spreads gossip faster than a forest fire. She tells all kinds of stories about Matt and Katie that are outright lies and I've caught he in them. No trust at all."

"I wouldn't guess that but I think it could happen."

We walked on soon having Terri between us again. She was holding both our hands and smiling. Any casual observer might think were a threesome, two older guys with a 28 year old firm and attractive woman. Terri pointed out all the new things she was seeing, remodels, new places, boating ramps. We reached the point where we turned to go onto the dike when I pulled out my brown paper bag. "What's that for dad?"

"We are going to pick some wild herbs to clean and dry for later use," I said. "There are some really good herbs back here, just have to remember to leave some for others."

We began walking the edges of the dike looking for some marijuana patches. Terri was adventurous plunging deeper into the overgrowth. "Be careful, I called, you might run into thistles and scratch your thighs." I guess I called out too late, she backed out quickly with thistles stuck to her shorts.

Carefully picking them off, she asked what kinds of herbs we were looking for. "Marijuana, and it doesn't grow in the high grass." She picked a couple thistles out of the cups of her bikini top. How they got in there is anyone's guess.

Walking on, we found a patch that didn't looked picked although it was visible from the path. We didn't fill bag at this patch since we knew other were along the way. When we were close to home, a neighbor on the other side of my cabin called out. "Is that Terri, wow, she is a doll."

"Hey stop drooling, your girlfriend will cut you off and you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I do, but that doesn't mean I can't admire the gifts of nature. Who else is with you?"

"Robert. He and I grew up together and he has been here for a few days taking care of business, moving back to the area in a few weeks."

"Patrick, I've noticed your down here all the time, I never see your wife, what's up."

"Divorce. After 41 years we figured it wasn't working. Now I can have friends stay, have Terri around, and not have to treat them like guests. Hell, Terri doesn't even care if I fart in the living room." Having a quick laugh, we walked the few yards across my property to the cabin.

Robert was quick to observe the neighbor was built huge. "Roaming eyes Robert? He used to be a semi pro kick boxer. His last match lasted a minute with the younger 'stronger' guy getting knocked out."

"Well, old habits. Got to admit he does have some mass." 

"His girl friend would put you through her shredder. She is a fox and foxes their territory. Besides, she is as strong as him."

Terri asked why the neighbor didn't ask about the bag and the simple was, "Look up Dave vs. the United States. While he was in prison for steroids, he was fighting a 60 year marijuana conviction. He knows what is in the bag. There are multiple meanings for herbs."

Robert quickly piped in, "I bet no one fucked with him in prison."

"So the story goes," I said, "the first week he was in, some gang of black guys started pushing him around, they put up their baddest strongest fighter and Dave damn near killed him No one ever found out what happened but Dave was king of the cell block for five years. Oh yeah, he won his supreme court battle too."

Part 3

After returning to the cabin, Terri said she was going to leave but would be back tomorrow after we left saying she would begin moving her some of her property when she came back. She told us that we could call any time if we needed to have her follow up with contractors before we got back. We said our good byes and headed back inside after watching Terri pull away.

It wasn't long before Robert and I were sans clothing, naked, and getting high again. We decided to eat a light lunch as we got mellow. We decided to have a dose of Levetra as we ate allowing it time to get to work. We ate some cooked weed and puffed on another joint.

It was a warm Saturday afternoon with many people out around the lake, in paddle boats, or swimming. Robert and I were soon embracing enjoying the contact of our bodies. There was not doubt that before long, we would be locked in hot sex. I knew I was going to receive a thorough sexing.

I knew what was about to happen as Robert bent me over the couch cushions, massaged my sphincter with lube and fingered lube into ass. He removed his fingers and I was quickly impaled on his full length. He was buried in me and by instinct, I began muscle contractions against him. Robert was putting a lot of energy into his strokes; I knew he wasn't going to last long, that I wasn't going to have an anal O. I didn't care, as long as Robert was enjoying himself. I knew that he usually stays hard after taking Levetra, his first cum is just a prelude to more and longer loving.

Robert was driving into me with powerful strokes as I continued anal muscle squeezes. It wasn't long before he drove hard and deep into me, his cock expanded and contracted spilling a load of his cum into my bowels. After his orgasm subsided, he started slow gentle strokes. "Patrick, I didn't make you cum, I really needed to have a release. I want to make you have a big anal O."

"Robert, I want you to feel good. I already enjoyed feeling you cum. Now you can take your time to give me a good p-spot O. Just keep fucking, I like what your doing." Robert kept the pace slow. He didn't withdraw fully and slowly slid back to fill my depth. As he created a rhythm with his stroking, I matched his rhythm with anal contractions and releases.

It was clear Robert wanted me to have a p-spot orgasm, he was being very deliberate to hold his angle of entry so my prostate would receive the maximum of pressure. My muscle contractions against him kept me at the height of arousal.

Time was passing but I had no idea how much time. Robert began to withdraw more and thrust more strongly and deeply giving me his full length. He kept this pace going, it wasn't a demanding pace it was just faster and longer. Soon I was at my peek. "Oh fuck Robert, oh fuck, I'm cumming. Oh fuck, fuck me, make me cum Robert."

The first wave of my p-spot O took over my mind and body. Robert held himself deeply in my bowels with as much pressure as I was pushing trying to expel him. In one breath I moaned, in the next I screamed. I was experiencing a second wave crash over me. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck." I was sounding like a record with the needle stuck in a grove. A third wave hit me. "Robert! Oh fuck Robert. Fuck me, now fuck me. I'm still cumming. Oh fuck another O."

I was having a multiple p-spot orgasm. I'd had more than one orgasm, but never wave after wave of multiple orgasms. Robert withdrew then drove home as I screamed out yet another orgasm. He continued stroking me but all I was aware of was my cumming. I don't know how many waver swept over me but I was aware that I was not in my conscious mind. I was on the verge of blacking out from the pleasure Robert was giving me. Another orgasm swept over me. Where were they coming from.

My conscious mind knew I was cumming like never before. But my conscious mind was lapsing into my subconscious as I felt something somewhere giving me pleasure but my connection to reality was having a short circuit.

"Patrick, are you okay?" I heard that question from someone without realizing it was Robert. He had stopped his invasion although my orgasm was still overtaking me. It was seconds, minutes, I don't know before I responded.

"Robert, that was crazy, I've cum seven, eight, nine times. Holy fuck Robert what did you do to me? Please keep fucking me, don't stop."

My conscious mind was back in control as Robert began to probe me again. He was driving into me, deep, holding his position before withdrawing only to drive back again. "Robert, cum for me, I want you to give me another wet load of you sperm. Oh fuck, please Robert."

He drove into me hard, held my hips to him. I contracted against him just in time to feel his cock expand and contract. He was doing it again, giving me his total essence and I couldn't get enough.

"Patrick, oh fuck Patrick. That was amazing. I've never had a bottom like you. You give me so much pleasure."

"I'm the one who just got fuck into multiple anal orgasms. I may have to write a new chapter in an online blog. Men can have multiple p-spot orgasms. Oh fuck, I need to have a drink but I don't want to disconnect from my lover love tool."

"I'm starting to soften, at some point we are going to break. I want to stay in you too."

When Robert had shrunk from full staff, we did disconnect. Tissues were close by and provided a convenient way to hold back the flood of cum and lube in my bowels, I didn't want to let it out now anyway.

When we did try to stand, Robert was a bit awkward getting to his feet, I was like a punch drunk fighter, I couldn't make my legs obey my commands. When I was able to stand, I saw how much semen Robert had milked from my prostate. "Have to spot clean the carpet before we leave tomorrow"

We planted a kiss in each other's lips as we realized we were both thirsty. A cold sports drink to replace fluids was what we needed. Finding two in the refrigerator, we drank deeply. It was time to refresh our highs with some cooked weed and another joint that Robert rolled.

Before we smoked it, I had to use the bathroom. "I'm fucking full of your sperm and lube. I got to go before I have an accident. Its no accident that you made me cum like a girl tonight. I love you Robert." I dashed off to the bathroom. 

Robert heard me returning a put a match to the joint. We roached it quickly and felt our minds floating. Robert's staff had returned to full length, breadths, and hardness. I was marveling at his ability to recover. "Robert, what has you so hard, ready for round three, already? Do you have unnatural ability to reverse age?"

"Patrick, I want to take you again, fuck your ass, stake my claim on you and drive my stake in you. I want you to feel me." I was prepared, I'd cleaned myself a bit anticipating Robert's renewed energy. I strode to the center of the living room, laid on the floor and told Robert to take me missionary. He prepared me with lube, applied some to his shaft of pleasure, then mounted me.

He pulled my legs up to his shoulders, rested his torso on my calf's, took am with his raging cock. His aim was excellent, he hit hard against my ass as his ample man meat stretched me again, filled my bowels, and filled my senses. A gasp escaped both of us as we felt our merging into one being. Robert was prepared for a long coupling after two good orgasms and I was prepared to take him all night if he offered.

With my legs held over his shoulders and his torso resting on my calf's, I was stretched, my hips were tight against his, my ass cheeks were tight, the angle of my sphincter matched the angle of his dangle. I wasn't getting much p-spot massage in this position but it seemed that Robert was reaching new depths.

Robert began rotating his hips, not much cock withdrawn no hard thrusts back. This motion was smooth and highly enjoyable. Face to face we were able to see pleasure in each other's eyes, we were able to share little peck kisses and deeply passionate kisses. We continued this motion for a long time, Robert stayed mostly in me full length with short hip strokes. There were no words spoken, none needed, our eyes expressed feelings more completely than any words in any language.

I had no concept of time, I knew we coupled while the sun was moving to the westward sky and now the dim light of evening was replacing the sun in the sky. Robert propped himself up on his arms for more leverage, this gave him more power for an ass assault, and he began assaulting my willing ass and bowels. It was clear that he was getting ready to empty a third load of DNA into me. Although I was very sore from being in this position for so long, I didn't want to interrupt Robert's demanding strokes, his thrusts were long and meaningful. Finally his cock expanded in me, then contracted, expanded and contracted several times. He was making me his man and marking his territory.

Robert was gasping, "Oh fuck Patrick, I love you, love fucking you." This round was complete as Robert pulled his rapidly shrinking cock from its sheath. He fell to the side as I relaxed my legs.

"Robert, I am sore, my hips hurt from being stretched so long. But you filled me completely, I loved it." I rolled onto my stomach and arched up on my arms stretching me hips in the opposite direction. "I wonder if I can even walk, you mad ass fucker."

Resting on the floor laying on my stomach, I was only semi alert. I heard Robert rustling around a bit but paid no attention. My weed induced high had me in a euphoric place somewhere between reality and the land of make believe. I was only slightly aware that Robert had crawled over me. When I suddenly felt his weight on me, his raging hard cock at my ass hole did I become completely alert. "Please, Robert, no more. I can't take another round." 

Although I complained I didn't want to go again, I felt him push against my sphincter, felt my ass opening, felt him sliding into me. Instinct took over as my anal muscles tightened and released urging him on. "Robert, where have you gotten your energy tonight. I've fucked you dry yet you spring back for more."

"If three is the charm, I've charmed you. Now your going to get harmed in the best possible way I can think of." Robert was not harming me as harm is defined, but he was harming my ability to think beyond his luscious tool grinding against my p-spot. He was working against me making sure I was going to have another anal orgasm.




Reunited - 44 Years Later: The Move Home



My senses were out of control. I don't Robert was fucking me for his pleasure but for mine. After those earth shattering multiple orgasms a few hours earlier, I couldn't believe he was taking me there again. He wasn't driving me into the floor with powerful thrusts but his pace steady as he held his angle for maximum prostate contact.

Time was passing as he continued to pump into me. I was having a hard time keeping a rhythm with him, our bodies were one as he he kept up his onslaught on my ass, in my ass. More time passed when suddenly the pleasure and pressure against my p-spot exploded throughout my body. I heard someone crying and moaning from somewhere with no comprehension it was me. All I felt was the orgasm blasting through me. The first event was not even completed as a second wrapped me in ecstasy. I was cumming in multiples, a third and a fourth. I heard my self calling out for Robert to cum with me but is didn't seem the words were coming from my mouth. As I rode out the final orgasm, Robert rose up on his arms for leverage, drove into me with one final thrust blasting me with a fourth load of cum.

I could tell he was exhausted, his cock went limp quickly and he rolled off me collapsing in a heap. The carpet was wet under me as I realized that during my anal cums, I must have cum the traditional way.

I mustered up the strength to move seeing the mess left on the carpet thinking this had to be cleaned before Terri arrived even though it would be after we left. On hands and knees, I crawled to the bathroom wondering how I was going to be able sit on the toilet. I pulled one leg under me, pressed against the floor ultimately reaching a standing position. I squatted falling on the toilet seat just as a spray of cum erupted from ass and the warm flow of urine escaped my bladder. Talking to myself I heard the words, "I've been fucked."

Part 4

Sunday morning we did manage to get up, shower, clean up the cabin including carpet stains, and air the place out. Wouldn't be good for Terri to arrive with the place smelling like sex. I wrote a couple notes for Terri. One note was telling her where my extra car key was and some money; I'd mail her the parking lot receipt so she could get the from the long term lot before charges would bankrupt a millionaire. "See you in about three weeks, Terri. You know I love you -- dad."

Since it was Sunday, travel lines were not too bad. There are fewer business travelers leaving here than coming so we skipped through security. Around here, military and retired military get everything but red carpet treatment. I told TSA that Robert and I business partners headed for SFO and we got cleared faster than we usually might.

I hate commuter jets, they are small, no head room and less leg room. This flight did have business class seating and we both had business class tickets. We did have a plane change DIA to a larger 757 and more comfort. As most flights go these days, service was terrible, we were not treated as customers but more like paying livestock that didn't need or want service. Complaining would get you on the airline shit list and it transmitted faster than Homeland Security's do not fly list.

We landed at SFO somewhat close to on-time, and made the trek to baggage claim. The place was a zoo, hundreds of business travelers all trying to get their bags at the same time. Robert arranged for us to get a ride from a co-worker so the ride was more comfortable than a taxi and the conversation was better as well.

Robert introduced Betty, a 40 something woman who was rather attractive and quite fit. "So Robert this is the Patrick who stole you away from me." Betty gave a good natured laugh then added, "Patrick, I like gay guys but I like gay women better."

I replied to her first comment, "I just reclaimed Robert, didn't steal him, we were one long ago. And, I don't care if you like women, you are a very fit and attractive woman."

"Betty," Robert spoke up now, "Patrick is getting a divorce and has a couple kids. I told some of the details but not the whole story. We'll have to spend next weekend together, Patrick and I with you and Angelica. The whole story is better than the synopsis. We just have a couple weeks to complete business arrangements, then I have to finish packing, hire movers, and drive back to the mid west."

"Angelica will love a weekend together with you and your new lover. Patrick, is Robert as good as I imagine he is?" Betty's direct question was not a surprise.

"He was good four times yesterday, gave me multiple p-spot orgasms, and my ass hurts still." I looked at Robert and smiled.

"P-spot orgasms, what are they?" Betty was being honestly inquisitive.

"Basically, prostate massage that cause intense orgasms like female g-spot orgasms. Even Robert is learning to enjoy them."

"Robert? Robert doesn't like bottom," Betty looked questioningly at Robert.

"True, I am not a bottom but Patrick has taught me a couple things about my body. A formerly straight guy teaching a gay guy how to fuck. What I love about Patrick is that he isn't out to get his pleasure from me, he wants to pleasure me, so he gets my bottom sometimes. I will tell you, he is the most intense bottom I've ever had, he wants my cock in him all the time."

"I was begging him to stop last night; I'm still having a problem sitting comfortably. And, I bet I'll be uncomfortable tomorrow, at least I'm hoping."

Betty was quick to remind Robert that tomorrow is a work day. "We have a few more accounts to transfer and we need to get them done this week. The hand over was moved up a week. You have two weeks not three and a fifty percent additional bonus if you get it done this week. Any incentive?"

"Patrick, there will be a lot of long hours this week. The bonus is equal for Betty and I will make sure she gets it. You going to be okay?" Robert's concern was real but I knew how bonus he was getting and fifty percent more was still six figures.

"Yeah, if I can get a car, I check out some old haunts down around Sunnyvale, and Mountain View. I want you to get your work done and I'm anxious for this weekend with Betty and Angelica." 

The ride from the airport was as long as I remembered from military flights into SFO, when we reached Robert's apartment, it was 45 minutes later. Robert's apartment was nicely decorated and furnished although there were dozens of boxes already packed and stacked against walls. I saw empty moving boxes prepped for packing. "Are you going to have movers finish packing? I have a lot of experience packing after many military moves. I can knock a lot of this out while your working. Just tell me what to pack now and what can wait."

"What about old haunts," Robert asked. "Don't you want to see them? You're not here to clean house and pack."

"Robert, I quit teaching to be with you. When we get back, I'm going into business with you. I'm here with you not for you and if can lighten your load, that's my plan."

Robert gave me a sly look, "Lighten my load, hum, I have a load you can lighten." I sank to my knees, loosened Robert's pants, let them fall to the floor, and took his cock into my mouth. If he wanted me to lighten his load, I was thirsty to oblige.

Robert hadn't recovered from last night and his load was indeed light although just a tasty. I swallowed his deposit, returned to his cock licking it clean, and placed it back in his pants. "Now back to load lightening and boxing things up here."

"Don't get too anxious, there are many things that will go into donation bins and the trash. I am going to leave much of my life here, here. Mom's house is already furnished just in storage until the remodel is done. Most of what I'm taking is already packed." Robert looked at me with loving eyes, besides, we will buy our bed when we get back. The new us in a new bed." 

Robert sank to his knees now and returned the favor I'd just given him. It was wonderful how we enjoyed being uninhibited. He was truly a good lover.

Part 5

Robert and Betty were right about the amount of work necessary to get accounts transferred. Robert left the apartment at 7:15 each morning not getting home until almost 10:30 each night. By Friday, the last account was audited and handed over to Betty. Robert arrived home at 3:30 that Friday afternoon telling me we had a date with Betty and Angelica at eight that evening. "I have got to nap a couple hours before we go out, can you wake me at about 6:45 and we'll get ready." With a quick kiss I said I would and sent him off to rest.

As the week had progressed, I hung out in town but didn't bother with the typical San Francisco tourist traps. I shopped some of the downtown department stores, checked out the Tenderloin, and stepped into the history of the League of Nations and early headquarters on the United Nations. I couldn't pass up looking into the Harvey Milk history. Once, I actually went to Golden Gate Park spending a couple hours basking naked in public. Robert's apartment was centrally located letting me walk more than bus. Maybe it wasn't safe to walk as much as I did but the exercise was wonderful. Now I was anxious for the weekend.

Robert woke just a bit before 6:45 and we jumped into the shower together. As we cleaned ourselves, Robert talked about our night our with Betty and Angelica. "We are planning to have dinner then hit a couple clubs. Dinner won't be formal but we will have to dress nicely. The clubs we're hitting have a mixed crowds but are mostly gay."

"I did some shopping while you were working. I think I can hang with dress nice. Are we meeting at the restaurant?" Robert answered that we would meet at the restaurant and called a taxi. 

The restaurant was on the Wharf, one that receives a lot of press and a lot of notables eating there. I was surprised we could get reservations. When we arrived, Betty and Angelica hadn't arrived yet and Robert suggested we order a drink and wait in the lounge. Robert, not using alcohol ordered a virgin, I ordered a 25 year old single malt on the rocks.

"I didn't think you knew anything about scotch," Robert observed.

"I am a beer and blue jeans guy but with the new clothes, new life, meeting new friends, I decided to show a more sophisticated side. Ah, I think I see Betty and that other attractive female is Angelica?"

"That's them, we'll pair up for dinner. Betty wants Angelica to pair with you. Betty and I are celebrating our working life changes, she and I are together tonight. But when the night's over, you are all mine but they are staying with us."

Introductions complete, we maneuvered to our table. I learned that Angelica was just getting out of a bad marriage and discovered her gay side similar to my situation; we had a lot to share. I don't know a word better than exquisite, but the meal was better than that. The ladies had wine, Robert stuck with virgin drinks and I sipped scotch having only a second through the entire meal. We spent a couple hours eating slowly, talking, laughing, having a long leisurely meal although it seemed that most patrons were rushed a bit to get tables cleared and reset. I commented on that and Angelica told me that VIPs aren't rushed. I decided to leave it there but would ask Robert later.

When we finally did leave, it was almost 10:00 and several taxis were parked at the curb. We jumped into the vehicle gave the address as the driver pulled away. The club scene was not something I was used to after years of not clubbing. I sensed it was similar for Angelica who appeared uncomfortable as well. About midnight we headed out, grabbed another cab and headed to another club. The second was a little more laid back, casual, live entertainment was a mellow smooth jazz group. By this time, Angelica and Betty were back together as were Robert and I. By about 3:00 a.m. we were mellowed and ready for other activities at home. One more cab ride and we four poured into Robert's apartment.

The girls had some more wine, I discovered Robert had a well stocked moving box with a 32 year old scotch hidden there. Robert had orange juice. As we sat in the living room, coupled with our mates, we continued telling our stories of growth into our gay lives. We shared very intimate details while being open about our emotions. There were tears, hugs, kisses, and a few gut laughs. None of us were interested in bed as we brewed a pot of coffee, went out on the small deck to watch the sun rise.

Part 5

Friday passed into Saturday, Robert was officially retired, Betty had taken over all his accounts, and now it was time to conclude the moving process. We weren't doing any packing today after our night out. Betty and Angelica left after coffee, Robert and I napped for a few hours with plans to begin sorting things to pack and thing to throw or donate. We laid down about 9:30 and woke about 2:00 p.m. and began to walk around the apartment, to my surprise, Robert was prepared to throw or donate virtually everything that wasn't packed.

"Patrick, this is just stuff, history, I don't need it any of it. Monday, I'm going to call a couple agencies that will come for it. Tuesday I'll call a mover to load the boxed stuff. Wednesday, I turn in the key and we move to a hotel until Friday. Saturday we point the car east. I talked to the contractors a couple day ago and the house will be ready in two weeks. We'll stay at the cabin then make the final move."

"You've mapped this all out already. When did you know about handing over accounts early? It seems like you knew things would play out this way."

"One thing I didn't figure on was you giving up teaching and coming out here with me. Everything else was supposed to be a surprise for you. And, that warehouse we first looked at is a structural mess, not worth the property value. The smaller warehouse the block down is in very good shape and easily brought to code. We can buy it, remodel, and be in business in a year. I'm laying a lot on you but it was all meant to cement our relationship."

"Yes, it is a lot to absorb, gives me pause and a lot to consider." As I was trying to respond, my cell rang, caller ID said Louis Daniel. "Hello, Louis." Louis explained that my wife's lawyer accepted several recommendations to speed the divorce with one sticking point. She wants me to sell the cabin and move out of state. "Real estate is not good right now, even if I put the cabin on the market it won't sell quickly or for a reasonable amount. Besides my daughter is living there now." More explaining from Louis confirmed that my wife doesn't want Terri in there. "When we separated, we signed over joint ownership of our properties, I signed over the house in town and she signed over the cabin. How can she now be pulling this stunt? We recorded the property transactions as part of the separation order." Louis said he would check further on the transactions and get back with me on Tuesday.

"Wife seems to be playing games since I let Terri stay at the cabin. You know, everything is fine, no need to fret, no need to worry. If you're happy with your choices and I'm happy with mine, fuck it, lets just be happy. I am feeling a vacancy and know there is a way to fill it. Any tenants available to for a little while?"

Robert and I embraced and moved toward the bed room slowly removing our clothes. By the time we were on the bed, we were naked and exploring our bodies. "We haven't done this without weed or Levetra," Robert commented. "Will I be able satisfy you without? 

"Yes. Now satisfy me." Robert reached for his lube, massaged a generous amount into my sphincter and onto his nicely extended cock. This lube must have warming properties as I was feeling some heat. "Warming gel," I questioned.

"Yes, I hope you like it." With that, Robert used a lube injector to squirt a large amount into my bowels, almost immediately it began having an effect. Another moment and my vacancy filled in one quick thrust. "We couldn't have much sex this week because I was working so many hours. I hope you are not angry."

"I'll be angry if you don't make that cock start dancing in my ass. Fuck me!" I was laying on a wedge pillow stomach down and ass up. Robert had complete access to me, he slid out just to the point that hid head was in me. I clamped my sphincter around him, heard his loud moan, and then felt his cock drive full into me. It was my turn to moan. 

We increased the pace over several minutes and since Robert hadn't had a good cum for a couple days, I knew he wasn't going to last long. The warming gel was having a wonderful effect, the warmth was deep into bowels, as deep as Robert's cock. "Oh god yes, Robert, fuck me, let me have your cum, don't hold it back." Robert was now stabbing me with his long, thick, fleshy knife, driving it as deep into as he could. I was arching my back trying to give him more depth, my anal muscles squeezing and releasing against each thrust into me. In one final hard stab, Robert's cock expanded and contracted as his first jet of man cream splashed into my bowels. His spasms of expand and contract went on for several seconds, I knew he flooded me.

Without Levetra, Robert did not stay hard long. I think he was disappointed. "I didn't give you an anal O, Patrick, I sorry. I want you to have your pleasure too."

"Robert you did exactly what I asked, fucked me. Plus, you loaded me with your wonderful sperm. You can get me off with round two when you've recovered." I didn't change position on the wedge, if I did, I would surely leak a mess onto the sheets. Robert lay on top of me, his full weight resting on me, his mostly limp cock wedged between my butt cheeks. As best I could in this position, I reached my arms around Robert to feel his ass, rub it, squeeze it. 

Robert slid his body a little higher on me so I could play more with him. I found his sphincter and began playing around his opening. He was giving little ooh's and ah's as I played then asked me top him. We traded places on the wedge, I massaged a large amount of gel into him, asked if he wanted me to squirt some into him injector, with his agreement, I was prepared to return his favor to me.

I lined my cock against Robert's well lubricated sphincter, he rose to meet me forcing me into him. I didn't wait any longer, sliding home into his warm and lubed ass, I felt his butt cheeks against my pubic bone. There was no hurry, I held myself there feeling Robert use his muscles in much the same manner as I did with him.

Slowly, I withdrew, maybe an inch or two before sliding back in, then a little more and sliding back. The pace was intentionally slow, I wanted Robert to give me the command to fuck him. When he finally did give the command it was without a doubt a command, "God damn it, Patrick. Fuck me!"

"I may not last long, I am hot for you and its been a while. Oh your ass is hot." I thrust as hard as I could, pulled out, thrust again. The warming gel and friction against Robert's ass was driving me to my edge. "Sorry Robert, I have to cum. You are driving me crazy." I continued driving into Robert as he began gripping my cock with his anal muscles. He moaned out loudly and pushed against me. "Robert are having orgasm?" "Yes, fuck it, yes. Pound my ass, oh god fuck me." My cum was boiling in my balls and about to shoot into Robert's ass. All the cum he deposited in me was oozing from my ass with each thrust into his. I wasn't hold back and released my load.

"Oh fuck, I'm coming! Robert!" His ass was quivering against me; we rode out the orgasmic high. "I'm surprised you had had a p-spot O. I didn't last long enough." 

"I've been practicing deep muscle contractions, did some research. While I fucked you, I held my muscles in a tight clench. When you started I was ready." Robert was still clamped against me holding shrinking cock in his ass. "I hope your ready for some more, I raging hard."




Reunited - 44 Years Later: The Move Home



"I'm still wet, your cum leaked out while I fucked you. How do you want me?" Again, my ass was high on his wedge and there were no preliminaries. I was clamping my sphincter when Robert grabbed my hips pulled me to him. He shocked me with his hard penetration, full length. I screamed from both the shock and pleasure of penetration. I held my anal muscles against him as hard and tight as I could. Robert worked against my muscular clamp with some resistance, I wanted him to make me cum from my p-spot.

Robert was making sure he had the right angle to massage my prostate. I imagined he was using his own muscle control; would we cum together, could he actually have a p-spot orgasms and cum into me at the same time I'd cum? "Oh, Robert, you feel good. You are going to give me a good cum. Robert you make me feel wanted."

"Shut up and fuck. Lets cum together." He renewed his strokes, deep, and passionate. I was already feeling the pressure, moaning with thrust, begging him to make me cum. It wasn't long before I began quivering and shaking, pressure building, I was cumming hard.

I heard Robert cry out, "Patrick, I'm cumming in my ass, cumming with you. Oh fuck, I going to blow a load too. My fucking god, I'm cumming." We rode out our orgasms with moans and cries of lust and love.

Over the next few days we completed the tasks to move back home. I did receive a call from Louis who told me the original separation order would not be amended and my wife backed off her demands, signed all releases against me. The divorce would be complete in about six more weeks. I called Terri with our plans but wasn't sure when we might arrive.

Loaded into Robert's car were the necessities for a few days travel and plans to stop at a couple national parks. We were calling it our fuck across America tour. Well, it wasn't all across America but it was across several states.

Part 6

Time to bring this tale to a close. Robert and Patrick have been together for almost eight years. With age, sex is less frequent but still as satisfying. They started a consignment business of collectibles and antiques after buying and remodeling the warehouse they bought. Their business has grown into a six figure annual net profit business with inventory exceeding 1.5 million dollars. 

They do sponsor monthly starving artist fairs within their building, provide tactical and strategic seminars for fair merchants and have discovered that the seminars have netted merchants 15 to 28 percent added margin at each fair. The seminars' success was highlighted by the national PBS with Robert and Patrick authoring a text in use in business schools teaching entrepreneurship. In its third edition, the revenue stream from self-publishing exceeds the business income.

In those eight years Patrick has become a grandfather three times over. The grand kids call Robert "Gampy Robert," and he melts with love for them just as a real grandfather would. Patrick's two children came to grips with his life choices. Although they still see their mother some, she has become a recluse and a candidate for Hoarders - Buried Alive. She has virtually no income leaving Patrick to quietly pay her bills, taxes, have groceries delivered, generally support her almost completely.

Terri still lives at the cabin and has a successful physical therapy business. I guess the truth is, Terri really lives with Robert and Patrick, has the occasional boy friend visit at the lake when needs have to be satisfied. At almost 37, Terri isn't interested in marriage enjoying herself by staying with her dad and his soul mate. Terri has adapted to the joys of nudity and is usually naked at home with Robert and I. She does add an extra element of excitement to the evenings.

Recently, Terri asked to sleep with us laughing that we were too gay to have a woman in bed. That first night she discovered being gay does not exclude sharing. Fortunately for her, her clinic was closed the next day. We didn't get up until late and when we got up we were still in bed. Okay all you incest freaks, Terri is daughter by adoption not by blood. Robert and Patrick are very much gay lovers but at almost 70, we've decided to explore other avenues with Terri.

Weed and Levetra are still staples of our sex with the added twist of three ways when we're up to it. Many nights, probably most nights now, it is a three way snuggle as we go to sleep. One such night Terri whispered to me after she knew Robert was asleep that she wanted a baby with me.

Maybe I'll tell that story some other time. Robert and I met at four years old, lost contact after high school, and reunited 44 years later. For the last eight years, we still enjoy reuniting.



Reunited - 44 Years Later



I worked my head down his shaft slowly, easing as much cock into my mouth as I could. Lifting my head and tonguing his shaft as it withdrew, I tried to suck him like a straw. Robert moaned, almost a growl, as his cock jerked depositing a little more pre-seed on my tongue. It tasted good and I wanted more.

Robert was responding, his hips thrusting upward, my mouth was full of male hardness and Robert was moaning loudly. He had already had two good orgasms but those were hours ago, how long before he'd cum again, I was uncertain. Yet, Robert was leaking a lot of pre-cum. 

"Ah shit Patrick. You've never given a blow job. I swear you're lying. I'm going to cum soon. Slow down or you'll get a load of man milk in your mouth."

My answer was to speed up my ministrations. I let one hand fondle his balls as the other caressed his chest and nipples. I wanted to taste Robert, I wanted him to know that times of our youth were not past, I felt closer to him than anyone, especially since he was my first sex partner all those years past.

Robert was about to reward me with a taste of himself, I knew it as did he. "Cum, Robert," I panted quickly, "I want it." Moments later I was rewarded. How much cum did he have stored I wondered as he filled my mouth with his liquid.

"Oh fuck, oh shit," Robert cried as he spilled himself into my mouth. Just like in my ass, I felt his cock expand and contract as several squirts filled my mouth. He tasted good and I puffed my cheeks to catch and hold his goodness savoring the taste. Since Robert had already had two cums, the amount of essence he gave was not a large quantity, yet it was enough to coat my tongue. 

I pulled on Robert's cock to take his last drops as he began to wilt in my mouth. I let Robert withdraw from my mouth as I tilted my head back drawing all his cum to the back of my mouth then swallowed.

On unsteady legs, I got up, took Robert in hand and pulled him up as well. "Lets do some more weed and see where the rest of the night takes us," I said. Robert was unsteady as I.

We didn't smoke any weed this time, opting for the cooked stuff, our sexual highs were not abating. After swallowing generous amounts of the cooked weed, Robert took me into an embrace. "I'm not sure we can make up for lost years in one night Patrick," Robert said in a very quiet sentence, "but you are going to get a prize from me tonight."

"What you've given today is all I want," I replied. Our embrace was not tight as I slid my hand down his back to cup his ass cheek. Feeling his ass flesh against my finger tips completed a circuit causing my cock to flinch.

Breaking contact, I moved to look out the windows. It was getting close to eleven o'clock as I scanned the sky. The moon had just about completed its transit of the sky leaving only soft twinkles of stars. Looking around at neighbors' houses, I saw only soft glows of porch lights.

"I wonder if this is anything like Greek or Roman men enjoying the other's company. Here we are naked, sexually satisfied, looking out over our world, on a marijuana high, and, as far as I'm concerned, very happy that we connected." As I said this, Robert sided up to me taking in the scene himself.

Stepping slightly in front of me, Robert let himself rub his ass cheeks against me. We are about the same height letting my cock line up between his ass cheeks. Slowly, we began spooning standing at the window. Robert swayed his hips against my cock sensing my semi hardness.

Robert's ass felt smooth against my cock as we swayed together looking out the window at nothing and everything at the same time. I wrapped my arms around Robert, not in an embrace, but loosely so we could continue our swaying movements. 

I had not seen Robert deposit a tube of gel on the corner table next to the window. I was more than content to have him close to me with my hardening cock pulsing against his warmth, his ass cheeks cradling me. "Robert, you have to know how much tonight means to me. I've had this fantasy since we were 14 and no clue how to act on it. After tonight, I'm not sure I can be with a woman, my wife, again. You've given me enough pleasure to last forever and not enough to satisfy me."

"Patrick, there is a little more I want you to have." I felt Robert extend his arm toward the corner table and only then discovered the tube of gel. The cap snapped open under Robert's fingers as he drew his arm back. "Patrick, this time you're going to have me as we stand here, in the window, naked, and spooning. We are going to complete the night with me taking you as deep as you want. I want my bottom fucked."

Robert squeezed a modest amount of gel into his palm, reached between his legs to lube his spinster and my cock. It seemed as though he was doing it in one motion. I felt him pull away from me a bit as he held my cock in his hand and lined me up against his sphincter. He pushed against me and my cock head popped through his tight round ass muscle. "Patrick, now, push into me."

I pushed, Robert pushed into me. The lube was performing its job and we were again one. Rather than he one in me, we were one with me in him. We both gasped as I reached his depths and we returned to swaying back and forth but now with his ass tunnel holding me in place. 

The swaying motion was enough that with each motion my cock withdrew a little and slid back in as we swayed to the opposite. "Patrick... What are feeling right now? Tell me," Robert said in a moaning breath.

"Emotionally or physically," I gasped. 

"Just tell me what you feel."

"I feel you feeling me. I feel your body, your heat, your butt cheeks against my pubic bone, your sphincter gripping me at my root. God, Robert, I feel you physically. I feel you releasing to me your bottom knowing that you don't like being a bottom. I feel your surrender but it is not a surrender of defeat, rather a surrender to desire." We continued to sway with my full length surrounded by Robert's ass.

"Your turn Robert, what are you feeling?"

"You, Patrick, I feel you. I feel you invading my bowels and I feel your breath on my neck. I feel a need for you and your desire for me. God damn it, Patrick, I feel like I will have a p-spot O with you, that's something I've never had and something I learned from a straight guy. I did surrender to you because you surrendered to me. But, you're right, I'm defeated, I want this."

Still we swayed not moving from the window. I was still holding my arms around Robert as our rhythm remained paced toward orgasm, mine and hopefully Robert's own p-spot O. 

I began to slide one arm lower feeling Robert's abs and still lower the root of his cock. He was mostly limp from three orgasms but that didn't mean he was lifeless. I moved my other hand lower to join my exploration of his cock. I wrapped one hand around his cock and the other gently cupped his balls.

"Oh shit, Patrick. What is happening in my ass. I feel a pressure I've never felt before. Am I going to cum? Oh fuck, I am going to cum." Robert increased the pace of our swaying and pushed harder against me. He was reacting like I do during a p-spot O. Finally, he began jerking, his body spasming against me, his ass muscles gripping my cock. "Patrick, I did it, had an anal orgasm. Fuck, I'm ruined, that is the wildest thing I've ever felt."

Robert's cum subsided as I remained buried in his rear. My hands still cupped his balls and cock. I wasn't willing to hold out any longer. "Robert, can I cum in you," I moaned. "Can I do it again after so many years?"

No words were spoken, only our swaying and his added push against my cock. That was it, I came into Robert, into his bowels. My cock spasms were strong but I was sure my load was not much. Still, Robert took it all.

Even though we had both had cums, albeit different kinds, we remained linked and I continued to hold Robert's now fully soft cock. We swayed to private thoughts as my cock went limp and slipped from the warm cavity it had spent the last few minutes.

Robert turned in my arms, extended his around me, we kissed, our naked bodies tightly held to each other. I felt his cock against mine, felt our breaths coming back to normal. I wasn't sure how our lives had changed tonight, how life would be the same for he and I or how my life with my wife might change. 

"Robert, you must know, I don't want this to be a one-of." We collapsed immediately falling asleep.

We'll see what happens in the morning.

Part 3

I awoke to the morning sun beaming through the windows, the same windows that a few hours ago had been our window to sexual bliss. I was suddenly reminded of the Cyrkle song "Red Rubber Ball," and one lyric line, "... the morning sun was shining like a red rubber ball."

What time was it that we finally collapsed to the floor? Had to be past midnight, probably much later. I scanned the room trying to find the clock, it was almost 9:00. I forced myself up seeing Robert still asleep, had to make my way to the toilet. I could still feel the affects of being high last night, I was still buzzing.

Once in the bathroom, I closed the door against the light. Marijuana makes me light sensitive and I guess that is true for most people. All I could accomplish was to plop down on the toilet to let my flow start. Standing to pee was not a good option with my head not screwed on tight.

I could smell myself and I smelled like sweat and sex. It probably was an overpowering scent, but I knew a shower was due in quick order. Flushing the toilet, I turned to the shower, ran the water warm, and stepped in. I had a host of aches from sleeping on the floor and had some very sensitive areas that a warm shower would relax. It took less than ten minutes to shower and as I towelled off, Robert tapped at the door.

"Hot water left for me? I ache all over." Robert seemed to want to aviod sun light as well as he came into the bathroom. He plopped down on the toilet too as he spilled his bladder into the toilet.

"Hey, I'm going to get some coffee on. We have French Dark Roast and French Vanilla, your call."

Robert's reply was short and seemed to echo my thoughts, "Strong, hot, and black."

"You mean the coffee right," I smiled at the sight of my life long friend stepping into the shower.

"Coffee for now," Robert and I both knew our double meanings.

Robert was in the shower for a while longer than I had and with the coffee nearly brewed, I yelled through the door, "Coffee in there or you coming out?"

"Just a couple minutes more, this hot water is really calming and relaxing after sleeping on the floor."

"Okay, that will be coffee and asprin when you get out." 

I was still naked and finally getting used to the sun light, finally less light sensitive. Sitting at the table with my first cup of coffee, I heard Robert coming out of the bathroom padding into the big open room that was the kitchen living room, he was naked as well. I couldn't help but notice his cock. Memories of it filling my bowels last night gave me a jolt.

"Coffee. I need coffee," Robert cried. "Where's the asprin?" 

"How about some breakfast, eggs, toast? Not a lot down here but enough to make you feel alive again. I'm still feeling a little fucked up from the weed, how about you?" 

Robert sipped his coffee, after each sip he gasped, "ah." "How about both eggs and toast?"

We both sipped coffee as I busied myself with eggs and toast. "If we're eating eggs, I am putting on some clothes, not interested in toasting or frying the wrong stuff."

"How much time do you spend down here, Patrick? This little place is amazing. Look at the little lake and all the ducks."

"Yeah, it is my escape, my wife doesn't come down often so we don't use it much. I do come down at least once a month to spend the weekend. Sometimes late at night you can hear cougars roaring in the distance along the river. I like listening to the trains late at night. Early mornings, deer feed along the dike. Most of the neighbors are friendly."

"Where does that neighbor, Matt you talk about, live?" I told Robert about Matt a couple times, stories about our crazy parties and heavy drinking.

"Look out that east window, his place is the one right across the road, the one with two porches. Not sure if he's home." 

Robert went to the window looking out toward Matt's house. "Hey, is he about six foot tall with a short crew cut?" 

"He's home, then," I replied as I looked quickly out the window. "Want to go meet him? I told him a couple times about you, he might be surprised knowing you spent the night. He'll assume a lot just from that."

Robert looked at me with some concern, "Are you ashamed of us and last night, concerned what he'll think?"

Siding up against Robert, I put one arm around his waist to pull him into me. My other hand went to his cock grasping it tightly, "No, to both questions." I fell to my knees and turned Robert to face me, his cock at eye level. "If I was ashamed, I wouldn't do this." Sticking out my tongue, I licked the length of his cock up and down a few times then sucked the whole thing into my mouth. 

"Not responding, are you completely sucked out from last night," I asked then engulfed him again.

Robert thrust his hips into my face forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. "Yeah, I am well fucked and sucked but your giving me some new incentive." Robert's cock was swelling in my mouth and he tasted fresh and claen from his shower. My hands cupped his ass cheeks and helped steady him as I continued to draw his cock to full.

"Oh, fuck! Patrick, I swear... Your mouth is better trained than you think." I had been sucking Robert's wonderful cock a few minutes when he rewarded me with some hot icing to finish my breakfast. I savored the taste of only the second load of cum I sucked from any cock. 

"Robert, you taste good. I honestly think I'm spoiled for cock in my mouth as much as my ass. God, Robert, am I accepting that I'm gay?" These questions came rushing out of my mouth after swallowing the treat my tongue just tasted.

"Your neighbor is looking this way. You suppose he sees us?" Robert's question was smoewhat exciting to think about, had Matt seen us?

"Lets get dressed, we'll go talk to him," I replied. "I'm kind of interested to know too.

As Robert dressed, I felt a loss as his cock disappeared in his pants. I didn't want our honeymoon of gay sex to end, he had more to give me and I wanted everything he had to give. I wonder if he felt the same way.

Stepping out onto the deck, we saw Matt pulling his garden tools and riding lawn mower across the road to his garden patch. As we went down the steps, Matt called out a greeting which I returned. 

"Thought I saw some shadows in there," Matt said. "Who's your friend?"

"Hey Matt, you remember me telling you about my school mate, the one I've known since pre-school? Well, this is the guy. Matt, this is Robert, he's back in town and we ended up spending the night telling lies and talking about school days."

Matt reached out to shake hands, "Yeah, the one who is ..." Matt's sentence faded off.

I finished it for him, "Its okay, you can say gay, and yes, Robert the one I told you about. We were pretty close growing up, his grand parents lived a few doors from me."

Robert took Matt's hand and shook. "Matt, Patrick told me some stories of you two spending some crazy nights drinking beer. If I was still a drinker, I'd be there with you. I saw a pic of your beer can stack down in your work room."

"So, hey, is your girl friend making it down this weekend," I asked? Matt explained that she was called into work for a difficult case and wouldn't be around until late.

"Since she won't be here early, I'm getting caught up in the yard," Matt told us.

Matt asked Robert what he was doing back in the area. Robert explained, "I'm retired now and moving back home, buying my mother's house, and moving in. Patrick told me about this place and last night we were able to hook up for the evening and it ended up an all nighter."

There was an obvious questioning look in Matt's eye although he didn't ask the obvious question, "How do you define 'hook up'." I wasn't sure how to answer what Matt wasn't asking, that would have come later. 

"So, then Robert will you be down for a while longer," Matt asked, and quickly asked me if my wife would be down later.

Robert answered first, "I don't know, Patrick and I are really enjoying remembering all the things we've lived through since we lost contact. Maybe here until tomorrow if Patrick can take it."

No doubt that Robert had a double meaning that wasn't missed on me or Matt. "No, I don't think my wife will be down. She is working late at her catering job and usually doesn't come here late," I answered. "What are you and your girlfriend doing tonight," I countered to Matt.

''Don't know really. She may stay down, we may go to her place, I may be here alone."

"If your here alone tonight, why don't we all get together," I suggested. "You might hear some crazy stuff about what we did in high school."

"Well, listen, why don't you get done what you need to before the girlfriend gets here. Robert and I need to get some stuff straight," I said with a little chuckle.

Robert grinned, "What do we have to get straight, I hardly have a clue. Maybe later then, Matt."

Matt laughed as he went back to his yard work, "Yeah, Viagra at work."

As we turned to go back up to the deck, I asked, "You thinking Matt might be game for a little play if his girlfriend craps on him?"

"I think he is too straight. If we do see him later, who knows..."

We decided to sit in the sun for a while as we continued to tripping down memory lane. After a while Robert suggested we take a walk around the lake to exercise off breakfast. It is about two and a half miles around the lake and part of the walk is along the river dike with some secluded spots. Walking left on the main road, I pointed out places of neighbors I knew.

"This guy did time for sterriods. This place is where a guy lives who killed two people in a drunk boating accident. This guy is a circuit court judge. Over there is the river. This road is really a flood control dike." This was our basic dialogue as we walked, nothing sexual or suggestive. 

Reaching the end of the paved road, we passed through a closed gate that had a pedestrian opening. This part of the walk was through a more wild part of the dike system. I explained seeing deer nests and trails deer take going to the river to drink. To one side was the river; on the other was one of the lakes in this region. We strolled and talked about anything and nothing, just absorbed in walking. I pointed out places where marijuana grew wild and no one seemed to notice. 

"So, that is why your carrying a sack," Robert observed. "Planning to replenish?"

"Down through here, stuff is much better than ditch weed. Animal droppings act like natural fertalizer and help build up the THC. That stuff we've been using comes from here." We harvested a good pound of fully developed leaves from several patches. As we continued to walk, I explained how I would wash the leaves then spread them out to dry. "In the fall, I come down here and harvest some dense bud that is really strong. We truned to head back the way we came. People often come down this way to pick wild herbs so carrying a bag of weed would look like a bag of herbs and no one would question what we had.

"Looks like Matt's girlfriend is here, that's her car," I observed. We went inside to take care of the weed. Looking down toward the lake, it was obvious Matt was piling up wood for a fire. "Looks like a bon fire tonight. Matt likes to having bon fires and a neighborhood gathering. He's likely to yell at me to come. We'll have to get some stuff if he does."

Robert gave me a look that I wasn't sure about. "How you feel about going," he asked. "Will they be okay with me and not your wife?"




Reunited - 44 Years Later



"Oh hell, my wife never goes and Matt will be cool about you being gay. Nobody needs to know if you or I don't want them to know. All they need to know is that you are a school mate and we're getting reacquainted. Fuck 'em otherwise. Besides, Matt's friends come down here all the time, they're straight, go fishing, spend the night on the laks an no one questions. Like Vegas, what happens at the lake stays at the lake."

I got the feesh weed washed and spread out to dry. Robert relaxed on the couch and was grinning widely. "What's on your mind? That grin is giving you away," I asked.

"You remember all those summer days we spent hanging out at the judge's pool? I was conflicted then and wasn't sure what way I was going to go. Then I started dating Maria, you would not believe how sexual she was. As conflicted as I was, I really enjoyed tapping into her."

"What happened between you two," I asked. 

"Her parents sent her back to France for college and I started going to college here and working for my dad. We just split up."

"You told me you dated some in college here, were you still trying to deal with who you were?"

"Strange, you know. I knew who I was but couldn't get myself to admit it. It was still the 70s and gay was not something you talked about. Question for you," Robert trailed off.

"Can't answer unless I hear the question."

"Tell me the truth, why do you openly accept me as gay? How did you feel about me after our first encounter?"

"Robert, how can anyone forget the first time having sex." I sat next to him and stared into his eyes, my grin matched the one he had a few minutes ago. "It may not have been the best experience for both of us, but it was you, you had me first. Openly accept you? Come on, we shared too many things growing up. You did everything you could to make me less geek. After last night and this morning, you should know how I feel about you, your sexual orientation, and the loving we committed."

At the bottom of the steps from the deck we heard, "Hey Patrick! You in there?" Matt was yelling up.

"Yeah, come on up. We have our clothes on," I yelled down.

Matt climbed the steps and came in through the sliding door. "I guess you saw Katie's car. She's here and wants to have a fire on the beach tonight. You coming?"

Looking at Robert I answered, "Robert plans to stay tonight, we'll both come." 

I wasn't sure how Matt might take that answer and his reply made me sure it was fine, "Yeah, hell yeah. No one needs to know anything more than you go way back as school friends and catching up on the years. You tell whatever story you want to tell."

"Have time for a beer, Matt," I asked. "You already know that Robert doesn't drink but that doesn't mean you can't."

"Working the yard for a couple hours on a dusty afternoon, you think I'd refuse?" I got up, went to the refrigerator and pulled out a couple, gave one to Matt and kept one for me. "Wow! Bad manners, what do you want Robert?"

"Let me have a bottle of that sports drink. I need to replace some fluids."

"Listen, Matt," I said with a serious tone in my voice. "Robert and I spent last night making love, fucking like teenagers. Truth told, Robert was my first sex partner when we were 14. We've both come to grips with each other and last night was not a one-of. I don't know where we go from here, but I know he will be in my life for a while. Wife and family, not sure about that. But I have to clear the air."

Matt and Robert sat quietly sipping their drinks and I downed a hearty gulp of my beer. "Kind of complicated, huh," Robert finally said.

"Its not something I'm into, but if it works for you..." Matt had a somewhat surprised look on his face. 

"Matt, listen, there hasn't been any sex in my house for over five years. My wife is sexually dead and Robert restored me. If he wants to continue we will. Point of fact." I noticed Robert sharply inhale and wipe an eye. I guess I touched him in a way he hadn't expected. He remained silent.

I guess I expected Matt to leave after hearing my confession and tell me not to come to the bon fire. Much to my surprise he simply said, "How about another beer. Lets just sit here and let me process what you just said."

Finally sitting, I chose to sit next to Robert as Matt sat across the room. We did not touch each other in any kind of sexual way, just sat. "Matt," Robert finally spoke, "remember that song about no tell lovers? We are having an affair, not becoming partners. It just took us 44 years to discover what we wanted from each other. Cool?"

"As many affairs as I had, I guess I'm not one to judge. My problem is I always want to get married then screw it up. I've been through so many love stories and Patrick only knows the half of it. Yeah, cool."

Sucking down our beers and Robert's sports drink, Matt finally told us to meet at the fire ring about 8:00 oclock. I told him we'd get some snacks, "What is the plan then, grill hot dogs or something," I asked.

"Yeah the usual stuff. See you guys later.

Part 4

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. I called my wife and talked the usual stuff. I found out her job was for a crowd of 800 and a complete banquet of four courses. All that meant she wouldn't be home until after 1:00 in the morning and no way would she think about coming to the lake. I told her about Matt and Katie having a bon fire and cookout, that I'd buy some snacks and go. She knew there would be a lot of beer and joked that I'd get drunk. I didn't say anything about Robert, not crazy enough to give her something to think about.

Robert and I went to the store to pick up snacks, hot dogs, beer, dips, all the usual stuff for a big bon fire with the neighbors. We decided to stop at a drug store for other supplies including some warming gel to heat up the night. I told Robert to get condoms because the gel might irritate something that I didn't want irritated, he laughed about that and agreed.

Getting back to the lake, I suggested we have something to eat before going out. We ate and used some of the cooked weed to really get a head on before going out. When the stuff started kicking in, we got to laughing at everything we saw or did. We used some more about 7:30 and saw Matt and Katie setting up.

While we watched, I grabbed Robert around the waist and pulled him into me. I wanted him to know that after the party, we were going to have another party. "Robert, just so you know, round two starts later. I want to satisfy every muscle in your body. I want to be too sore to move tomorrow. I want you to know that our youth was important to me." I kissed him with all the passion I could squeeze out.

I went to the dish cabnet, reached to the top shelf and pulled down a prescription bottle. "In case you think I'm not serious about what I just said, here is some Levetra, I want you to take one and so will I."

"I'm going to need it, too," laughed Robert. "There will be no escaping the punishment you'll get tonight." We both laughed as we turned on the deck lights and headed to the bon fire.

Reaching the fire pit, we laid down our contribution of food, snacks, and beer. "Hey everyone, this is Robert. We've known each other since we were four. He just moved back to the area and were spend a couple days catching up with everything since we we in school. Robert, these are all the neighbors ...," I introduced everyone by name to Robert. No one asked any questions, just figured we were friends reconnecting. 

There was the usual talk about things happening around the lake neighborhood, how business was going, what everyone was up to, nothing important. Katie asked, "So, Robert, whats brings you back to the area?"

"I retired from the law firm where I was the senior billing manager, knowing that I'd come back to buy my mom's house and move in."

"Where were you working," asked someone else.

"I was in San Francisco from about 1975. But I wanted, well, needed a change," Robert replied. 

There were a lot of other questions but none really personal. Robert seemed to fit into the group just like anyone else would. Someone else asked why he wasn't drinking and got the simple answer, "I can't, I'm not good with alcohol." Everyone understood.

We were all snacking and eating as the night went on. The bon fire was roaring from all the wood piled up. Robert was talking to a group of neighbors, laughinig and telling stories from our youth. My head was really feeling the effects of the marijuana and I figured Robert was also.

"Patrick," I heard Katie call me, "Robert doesn't have a family does he? I mean never married." 

"He prefers being single, keeps things simple," was my answer.

"No, not simple, I think," Katie continued. "He seems to have mannerisms that I can't put a finger on, almost like gay."

"Well, Karie, we known each other since we were four in preschool. I'm okay with whoever he is. I hope that answer is enough." I'd never spoken like that to Katie, or anyone at the lake. Katie just looked at me and shrugged.

"I'm just making an observation. I guess you know your friend, comfortable with whatever."

I loked at Katie, "Yes, we have shared a lot in life. His choices are his; I'm fine with them."

It was getting late, close to midnight; the crowd was thining. Finally it was Matt and Katie, Robert and I. "Robert, Katie is pretty perceptive," I said. Matt looked as me, then Robert, then Katie. Robert knew where I was going and came up to me. 

"Katie, if by perceptive Patrick means you figured out I'm gay, I am. I'm okay with Matt telling you what he learned about us this afternoon. But, for Patrick, keep quiet about what you hear."

"Katie, Robert was my first partner back when we were 14. And, we are heading inside, close the blinds, get naked, and you can guess the rest. What do you think, Robert, time to get the sheets dirty?"

Part 5 - fin

It didn't take long for us to settle into each other. True to Robert, I was his bottom. At first we began with Robert using condoms with the warming gel. However, it wasn't long before we realized that what we really wanted was nothing separating us from what was to cum.

The levetra was performing well for Robert, he felt longer, thicker, and harder than last night. Each thrust into my awaiting ass was deliberate and determined. By the dawning sun rising, he was still performing undaunted. We were possessed with and by fucking. Over the dark hours after midnight, had deposited three full loads of semen and sperm in my anus and building up to a fourth. I wasn't sure how much lube and warming gel we used, but Robert was moving in and out of me with ease.

We had performed in missionary position, spoon, doggie, and now I was on my stomach with pillows propping up my ass to receive what was to be his final orgasm. Pants and grunts filled the air as he approached the finale. A final scream and hard thrust, Robert plunged i to me as deeply as he could and exploded his last bombing cum before finally collapsing in a heap of totally spent male.

Finally, sleep came upon us. Naked, Robert still in me, we slept. After about four hours, close to 10:30 in the morning, my cell phone ringing awoke me. The exausted Robert was still atop me and his limp cock was still slightly held in my ass.

I answered the call from my wife and explained the bon fire and drinking went well into the morning and I was in pretty bad shape, and would be ho e after I got things cleaned up and was in better condition to drive, at least a couple hours.

As I hung up, Robert began to stir. He softly pushed his hips into my butt gasping as he realized he'd slept still connected within me. Out of reflex, my sphincter contracted against his soft cock. That reflex worked the wrong way as it pushed him out.

We both realized that two nights of passion, lust, love, and raw fucking was done. Quietly we showered together, drank some coffee, ate a bit of breakfast, and said good bye at the door.

Would we connect again, neither of us could wait another 44 years. 



Reunited



I couldn’t stop thinking about her! The entire car trip I’ve been playing out scenes in my head. What I would do when I saw her again. I’d run through at least 10-15 different ideas on what I should say, what I should do. Oh well, not much time left for daydreaming, I was nearing my exit and needed to start looking for my hotel.

Wasn’t hard to find, the hotel was right off the interstate. I quickly checked in and took my bags to my room. As soon as I was in the room I picked up the phone and dialed her cell number. Ring, ring, ring, ring, was she ever going to pick up? Got her voicemail and left her a message saying I had arrived and what my room number was. I had hoped to hear her voice, but was just as glad I got her voicemail as I still wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted to say yet.

I unpacked some of my things and freshened up from the long car trip. While waiting for her to arrive, started thinking over the strange twist of events that had led me here. One morning at work I’d received a MSN message from a stranger. Turned out to be Mouse, a girl I had known back in high school, and had a crush on. Her real name wasn’t Mouse, but she’d picked up that nickname her junior year and it’s stuck with her ever since. She’d managed to track me down after almost 10 years. After that we chatted online almost every day, catching up on the past. Our topic eventually turned to missed opportunities and how we both wish we had hit it off back in high school. We talked about sex, and were both surprised when we found out we both had wanted each other back in school. While discussing our sex lives, or lack thereof, the long dormant spark for each other started to grow. The more we talked about our darker fantasies, the more we wanted each other.

Which leads me to where I am now, having talked the company I work for into sending me to a seminar, which just happened to be in the city where Mouse lived. I’d driven for a few hours and was waiting to take her out to dinner, since the seminar wasn’t till the next morning.

A knock on the door made me jump! Straightening my shirt, I went and opened the door. There she was! Blond hair framing her pixie face, I glanced up and down noticing her cream sheer blouse covering a silk camisole, and a short black mini-skirt that showed off her legs nicely. I invited her in and gave her a hug. My stomach was doing summersaults as we smiled at each other. I asked her if she had picked out a nice restaurant for us to go to that evening. She dimpled as she smiled and said “Yes” that she knew of one that had soft lighting and a romantic atmosphere. 

“Great,” I responded, “but before we go I brought a gift for you.” I pointed to the small wrapped box on the bed. Mouse grinned and walked past me to the box. As she picked it up I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides. Lowering my lips, I kissed her neck, dragging my teeth lightly across her soft flesh. I felt her quick intake of breath as I nibbled my way to her ear.

“Before you open your gift” I lightly whispered to her, “you have to agree to the rules for the evening. You are going to be my slave for the evening. If you don’t do what you’re told, you will be punished. If you are good you will be rewarded. Do you understand so far?” She nodded her head. “Good. You will have to earn the use of your name, since you haven’t earned the right to a name yet; I shall call you…Girl until you’ve earned a name. What do you think is the proper way to address me, Girl?”

She was breathing in short, shallow breaths as she meekly squeaked; “Master! I will do as you say Master.” 

“Good Girl! You are doing well so far. You may open your gift now.” I unpinned her arms and stepped back to watch her. Her face was flushed as she opened the box. Her eyes widened as she saw the purple gel butterfly (clit stimulator), and small card. I told her to take the card and butterfly into the bathroom. That she was to remove her panties and strap the butterfly on under her skirt. She was not to put her panties back on, but to hand them to me when she came out.

Mouse took the box into the bathroom with her. Her heart was racing! She closed the door and opened the card before figuring out how to put the butterfly on. The card simply said “To stop, simply say ‘birthday’.” She pulled up her skirt and pulled her already wet thong down. She couldn’t believe how turned on she already was. And she hadn’t walked in the door 5 minutes ago! She stepped into the straps and pulled them up. As she tightened the straps and connected them at her back she felt the one inch protrusion on the butterfly slip between the folds of her pussy. Adjusting the straps was rubbing the thing against her. Taking a deep breath she grabbed her thong and opened the door to the bathroom. As she stepped out the butterfly started vibrating! 

I saw the door to the bathroom open and pressed the trigger for her toy. As she stepped out of the bathroom I heard her gasp as she felt the effects. I turned the toy off and Mouse gave me a pleading look. But walked over and handed me her wadded up black thong. I sniffed them and my head was filled with her incredible scent! “Do you like your toy Girl?” I asked her.

“Oh yes Master!” she nodded quickly. “But I don’t know how much of that I can take.”

“Well, that is what we are going to find out tonight.” I pulled her close and kissed her deeply. My tongue probed into her willing mouth, as I wrapped my arms around her I pressed the remote and felt the butterfly vibrating against my body. She moaned into my mouth as I pulled her against me, pressing the butterfly harder against her pussy. I broke our kiss and turned off the remote. Lifting her chin till I could look directly into her eyes, I said “Girl, you have one more rule to follow tonight. You are not allowed to cum unless I tell you to. If you do, our game is over, understand?”

I could see the desperation in her eyes as started to say “Buuuu… Yes, Master I understand and will obey.”

“Good. Then let us go out to dinner. While we are in public you may act normally, but when we get back you are to resume being my slave. But you must still follow the rules while we are out at dinner.”

We left the room and went down to my car. I opened the passenger door for her, and caught a glimpse of white thigh above her stockings as she swung her legs in. I climbed in and asked her for directions to the restaurant. She was rubbing her legs together as we drove, her nipples pressing against the thin camisole. As I drove out of the parking lot, I asked her if she wanted to rub her pussy. She nodded yes, and I told her to slip her shoes off, pull her legs up and plant her feet on the seat, spreading her legs wide to show the world how wanton she was. She did and I could see the tops of her stockings, held up by the straps from a garter belt, and the purple butterfly covering her pussy. 

I pressed the remote and watched her hands shoot to her pussy as the butterfly started vibrating. Her moans got louder and louder as she viciously pressed the toy between her legs. I reminded her that she hadn’t been given permission to cum, and saw a tear form in her eye as she tried to hold back. I gave her another 30 seconds then turned the butterfly off. 

“Do you wish to cum?” I asked her. “YES, OH God! Please Master! Let me cum, please?” she moaned back to me. Her breathing was ragged and she was flushed from her face down to her blouse. The smell of her was filling the car. “If you are good, I may let you before dinner, but not yet.”

She started to close her legs together, to keep from touching herself, but I told her I she didn’t have permission to close her legs; she was to keep herself on display till we reached the restaurant. I reached over and ran my hand up and down her leg; the stockings were rough compared to the smoothness of her thigh.

It was already pretty dark as we pulled into the parking lot. I pulled into one of the farthest parking spots where there were no cars anywhere near. I got out while she put her heels back on, opened her door and helped her out. The leather where she had been sitting was covered in a small pool of her juices. Before heading into the restaurant I kissed her softly and asked her in a whispered voice if she still wanted to cum. She nodded yes. 

“Well then if you will do a small task for me I shall let you.” She looked at me with eagerness in her eyes. I reached under her seat and pulled out a 5 inch black anal plug and a small towel. As she saw what I was holding her eyes got as big as quarters. “You just have to slide this into your rear till we get back to the hotel.” It looked huge when held in her petite hands, and she started looking around to see if anyone was watching her hold it. I asked if she wanted any lube, but she said she was more than wet enough. She took a couple deep breaths and bent over, her rear towards the open car door. She pulled up her skirt and reached between her legs. I watched her slowly ease the plug up her tight rear. I reached out a hand to steady her as she quietly moaned. It was only about halfway in when I pushed the remote for her butterfly. Her mouth opened in shock! I quickly put the rolled up towel in her mouth and told her to bite it. 

“I don’t you to make to much noise, but I want you to push the rest of it into your ass right now, and I want to see you cum when you do it.” Then I put my hand over hers and help push the rest of it into her ass as I whispered in her ear “Cum for me, cum NOW!” Her cries were muffled by the towel and her hand gripped mine like a vise as the shocks from her orgasm raced thru her body! Her muffled scream lasted for what seemed like forever till I turned off the butterfly and she collapsed back into her car seat. 

This caused her eyes to pop open as the buried anal plug pressed deep into her ass. The towel dropped into her lap as she gasped for air. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed us while she tried to catch her breath. I watched one couple leave the restaurant and head to their car, but they weren’t paying us any attention. As they drove off I looked back down to see that Mouse had partially regained her composure. 

“It looked like you enjoyed that a lot. Why don’t you show me how glad you are, that you have a nice Master who lets you cum.” I said as I unzipped my pants. I stood in the open car door and watched her unconsciously lick her lips as I pulled out my semi-erect cock. She quickly leaned forward and took all of me into her mouth. Her lips traced up and down my shaft as she sucked me. She had me fully hard in seconds. Watching her petite face as my cock slipped in and out of her lips drove me crazy. I reached down and wound my fingers in her hair as she took the length of me down her throat! As she pulled up, I reluctantly pulled her head back using her hair. 

“That was your appetizer.” I said, “If you are good you can have dessert after dinner.” I managed to stuff myself back into my pants and held out a hand to help her out of the car. She grabbed the towel and cleaned up the juice that had dripped down her thighs before walking toward the entrance. She smoothed her skirt as we walked in the front door. We were quickly taken to a booth, and seated. Luckily the lighting was low, as Mouse was still quite flushed. She asked if she could go to the bathroom, to which I nodded yes, but reminded her not to take her toys off. While she was gone the waitress showed up and I ordered us both white wines to drink. I ordered myself a grilled swordfish and a shrimp and crab plate for Mouse.

She came back from the bathroom looking much better. She must have splashed some water on her face or something because she wasn’t as flushed as she had been. She sat down a bit tenderly and I asked her if she was ok. She smiled and said yes, she was just a bit sensitive still. Our wine arrived right before our salads and we started eating. When our waitress, a shapely brunette, brought our dinner entrée’s I felt her foot slide up my leg, with her stocking covered foot ending up against my crotch. Mouse’s toes started to rub my still hard cock thru my pants. When the waitress left she leaned forward “You like her don’t you? Is that for me or for her?” she said, as she stroked her foot up and down the crotch of my pants. I winked at Mouse and started to cut up my fish. 

About half-way thru our meal I saw our waitress heading our way. Mouse was still rubbing light circles with her toes against my crotch so I reached down and pressed her foot hard against my cock and hit the remote for her butterfly as our waitress reached our table and asked if everything was ok, and if there was anything we needed. I could feel Mouse’s body tense as she desperately tried not to make a noise as the butterfly vibrated against her already swollen clit. I told the waitress I was fine and asked Mouse if she wanted anything. As she tried to calm her breathing down and answer, I saw her eyes flick up and down the waitress’s body. I turned off the toy so she could get out a decent response and grinned when her voice was a bit higher pitched than normal.

We finished up dinner and declined dessert. As we got up to leave, I turned the remote back on as I saw the damp spot on the bench were Mouse had been sitting. I hooked her arm in mine as she seemed to be having a bit of difficulty walking. Hopefully anyone watching would think she had just had a bit too much wine with dinner. As we walked out I saw a glistening trail down her leg as she walked. But she was doing a good job of not making any noise while we walked out to the car. I noticed her biting her bottom lip as we got closer to the car. The effects of the vibrator on her clit were getting to her. Small whimpers started escaping from her throat as we got near the car. 

“You’re not cumming are you, Girl?” I asked as we got to the car. “Nnnn…oooonnnhhh….ooooo” she stuttered as she desperately tried not to. “Good, you have some control at least.” I replied as I opened the car door for her. She sat down and gasped as she felt the anal plug inside her again. She started squirming on the seat as soon as she sat down, grunting as she started to bounce on the seat. I closed the door to keep anyone from hearing her. I went around and opened my car door and was overwhelmed by the smell of her sex. I hit the remote to turn off her butterfly as I sat down and closed my door.

I could tell she’d had a very strong orgasm by the scent in the car. I looked over at her reproachfully. In a whimpering voice she said, “I tried not to Master. I really did! But I couldn’t take it anymore. I’m sorry!” 

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked.

“YES, Oh yes Master! But: I’m sorry I disobeyed you.” She said with her eyes downcast.

“Well, you know the punishment for disobedience. There’s no one around so I want you to kneel on your seat, and bend over toward me. Pull your skirt up and lean over my lap so you can receive your punishment.” She did as she was told, her arms supporting her head over my lap, her bare ass up in the air. The black base of the plug was a sharp contrast to the soft white curves of her ass. I raised my hand and smacked her ass hard enough to leave a handprint. Making sure I didn’t hit the plug, I gave her 2 swats on either cheek. A red imprint the size of my hand showing where I’d spanked her, it slowly spreading across her ass.

I saw the shock on her face turn to a smile as the warmth from where she’d been spanked spread to her pussy. “As long as you’re over here, why don’t you go ahead and finish the appetizer you started before dinner. See if you can get your dessert before we get back to the room.” I said, as I reached down and unzipped my pants.

She quickly fished out my cock and took me in her mouth as I started the car. Her tongue was licking around the head of my cock as I drove out of the parking lot. Luckily traffic was light this time of the evening. As I slowly drove back to the hotel, I glanced down and saw her light hair splayed out over my lap as her head bobbed up and down. I reached over and rubbed her ass, which was still up in the air. Seeing the girl I’d had such a crush on in high school acting like a slut in heat was really getting to me. I remembered her as being such a cute and innocent girl, and here she was sucking me off in the car with her bare ass in the air! 

We were about 2 minutes away from the hotel when I started to feel a tingling in my balls. “Oh God, you are good! Suck me like a good little slut Girl!” to which she took my cock down her throat and swirled her tongue around my shaft. I couldn’t take it anymore! I pulled into the hotel parking lot and quickly found a space as I felt my balls tighten. “Oh, Oh, OHHHHHH!” I moaned as I spurted cum into her mouth. I couldn’t breathe as she sucked every bit sperm out of me. 

She sat up and looked at me, a knowing smile on her face as she licked bit of cum from her lips. “Did I do well, Master?” said, wiggling on her seat. 

As I tried to get my breath back I managed to say “Yes, OH yes, you did VERY well. Good enough that you can take the plug out as soon as you get in the room.”

She looked a bit crestfallen as I composed myself, and got out of the car. I went and opened her door and helped her out of the car. We walked up to my room and as I let her in she turned and asked “Do I have to take it out Master?”

I was rather shocked at the question, “No, you don’t have to. Do you really want to keep it in?” 

She blushed furiously, her eyes down at the floor “At first I didn’t care for it, but I rather like it now.”

“Well, keep it in then.” I responded, “But take off your butterfly. It’s time for your photo shoot.” I dug in my luggage for a bag. “Take this into the bathroom and change into it.”

Moments later, she stepped out of the bathroom wearing a teal harem girl costume. The bikini style top barely covered her rose colored nipples, and the sheer pants showed off her legs. Her face and arms were covered with the same sheer material, giving her a very sultry look.

I told her to lie on the bed and took many shots of her: having her bend over backwards, her nipples poking thru the thin material; crawling on the bed towards me getting a good view of her cleavage; her hands under the waistband of the pants, playing with pussy. After I’d had my fill of those shots I pulled the headpiece off her, got a scarf and tied it over her eyes. I had her lay on the bed on her back. I kissed my way up her arm till I had it stretched up to the bedpost. Using some silk rope I’d placed there earlier I tied her wrist to the bedpost. I heard her breathing get a bit quicker as I did the same to her other wrist. Her arms were now tied to opposite bedposts. She looked very vulnerable stretched out like that. I snapped a few more pictures.

Then I tied her ankles to the other bedposts. She was now completely spread out on the bed. I took another picture and then told her not to worry as I left the room. I went and got a bucket full of ice. I could see her tense up as I opened the door. I assured her that it was just me and she relaxed a bit.

I stripped down and put some music on. Starting at her right foot I kissed my way up her body. I caressed every bit of her bare skin. When I kissed her deeply, she tried to wrap her arms around me but was held back by the ties. I kissed my way down her neck and told her to relax. That she was going to be ravaged like the bad girl she was. I lightly ran my fingers up and down her leg and onto her stomach while as I told her what all I was going to do to her. She started to squirm as I described to her every intimate detail of what was going to be done to her. Her nipples were now rock hard and straining against the thin material of her top. She tried to squeeze her thighs together as her hips started to grind against the bed. She was breathing in ragged gasps by the time I started describing how I was going to take her. 




Reunited



“Please…please…please” was the mantra she was mumbling under her breath as she pulled against the ropes. 

I stopped my story and asked her “Are you a naughty slave, Girl?” 

“YES!” she replied.

I leaned down and blew under her top, toward her erect nipple, causing her to gasp. “You are such a dirty slut Girl! I bet you want to cum again already, don’t you?”

Moaning, she replied, “Oh Yes! Please Master! Let me cum! Let your little slut cum! Pleeaaassseee!”

“Then cum little slut,” I said right before I bit one of her hard nipples thru her top, while pinching the other. She wailed, and her back arched, lifting off the bed! When she was done, her forehead was beaded with sweat, her breathing deep and quick. I went to the bathroom and got a glass of water, and lifted her head so she could drink. When she was done she whispered, “Master?”

“Yes, Girl?”

“No one has ever made me cum like that Master. Thank you! Please, let me take care of you now.”

I smiled, “Not yet Girl. I’ve only just started to play.” I lay down next to her and kissed her deeply. I nibbled down her neck to the top of the material covering her left arm. “This won’t do at all” I said as I used my teeth to pull the material away from her skin. Then growling, I slowly ripped the material off her shoulder, and down to her wrist (with the help of a small pair of scissors). I proceeded to do the same to her right arm, then the strap around her neck holding her top up, “ripping” the rest of her top off with my “teeth”, exposing her hard nipples to the cool air. As I removed the last of the material I took a second to admire her firm mounds, nipples pointing to the ceiling.

Then starting at her left food I kissed, and cut, my way up the inner part of her leg, the scent of her getting stronger as I went. A low moaning was once again coming from the head of the bed. As I reached her inner thigh, I could taste the juice that had soaked thru the costume and down her thighs. I nuzzled the wet costume covering her pussy and was rewarded with a deeper moan, her hips moving to press herself harder against my face, till I pulled away and repeated the process with her left leg. Enjoying the smell of her as I licked her pussy thru the material, I moved upwards and pulling the waistband of the costume off her stomach. Tugging downward I quietly cut my way thru the last of her costume and completed stripping her.

I couldn’t resist taking a few more pictures of my incredibly beautiful slave, stretched out naked on the bed. I grabbed a fur covered mitt I’d packed and sat down next to her on the bed. I started on her cheek and lightly brushed the soft fur across her face. Down between her breasts and across her stomach. I lightly caressed every inch of her with the fur. Watching the expressions on her face as the fur brushed across her skin. 

Taking off the mitt I replaced the fur with my lips against her skin. Not letting any part of my body touch hers except for my lips and tongue. I explored her bare body with my lips, traveling thru all the hills and valleys that her petite body offered. Her skin was glowing from her earlier orgasms and I looked up to see she was in a relaxed half-aware state. Her body responding to the attention I was giving it. I ran my tongue in circles around her nipples, feeling them quickly respond to the attention. Grazing my teeth across them slightly I felt Mouse’s breathe suck in quickly. Exploring her stomach and down the outsides of her thighs, I kneeled between her legs and kissed my way up them. Reaching the V between her legs, I nibbled just outside her swollen pussy lips. Her hips twisting to try to get my lips on her aching pussy, I managed to keep from giving her what she wanted as I kissed my way up her shaved mound, and down the other side of her pussy. 

Keeping my attentions just to the outside of her pussy, I could tell my teasing was frustrating her as she kept pulling against the ropes. I reminded her that she wasn’t allowed to cum right before I dipped my tongue between her swollen pussy lips. She was intoxicating, making my head reel with her scent and taste. I could hear her moaning as I lapped up her juices. Finding her clit I slowly ran the tip of my tongue around it in a circle. Alternating between nibbling her thighs and exploring her pussy, I brought her closer and closer to the edge. When her breathing was getting so heavy that it was interfering with her moaning, I stopped and reached for the bucket of ice, which was now half melted. 



Putting a large cube in my mouth I moved up to her chest. Using the ice cube between my lips, I traced a spiral from the outside of her breasts, circling inwards toward her nipple. Her areola crinkled up and her nipple got even harder when the ice finally reached it. The ice had pretty much melted so I sucked lightly on her hardened nipple, dragging the rough side of my tongue across it. I switched to the other breast to give it the same treatment, and then rubbed a bit of motion lotion on her cold nipples. Blowing across them, I heard her moan as the lotion heated up. The switch from cold to hot was very quick and her sensitive nipples where sending shocks thru her body. I found a much larger piece of ice, and moved lower to give the same attention to her pussy.



She stopped breathing, her head tipped back and her mouth opened in a silent scream as I held the ice cube between my lips and rubbed it up and down her swollen pussy. The ice didn’t last long against the sweltering heat between her legs. I followed the ice with a splash of motion lotion. The cherry flavor didn’t even compare with how good Mouse tasted. But the stuttered half screams I received as I blew across it after I had coated her pussy with it were worth diluting her taste. 

I tucked one hand under her and pressed against the anal plug in rhythm with my tongue. Her body was wracked with multitudes of small orgasms as I played with her pussy and ass. I didn’t rebuke her as I eagerly tried to swallow the flood of liquid that was exploding from her. Once the gush of fluid tapered off I lifted my head to watch her gasp for air.

Before she completely recovered her breathe, I lifted her back and placed a pillow in the small of her back. Her hips, lifted off the bed looked very inviting. I kneeled between her legs and leaned onto her to kiss her. I’m sure she could taste herself on me as my face and mouth were covered in her juices. I couldn’t see her eyes because of the scarf, but could feel her need, her desire in her kiss. I lowered my hips till the swollen head of my cock parted her pussy. She gasped, and tried to raise her hips to take more of me inside her. The heat was incredible and I was quickly coated with her slick juices. I moved my hips, sliding my cock not into her, but running the length of my shaft between her lips pinning my cock between our bodies. 

It was easy to see her frustration in the way she was trying to twist her body to get my cock inside her. She was grunting in her effort as I rocked my hips, rubbing my cock against her clit and between her lips. “What is it you want Girl? Would you like me to stop?” I asked innocently.

“NOOooo!” she quickly shouted, “I want your cock inside me! Please Master, give me your cock! Fuck your nasty little slave girl, fill her with your cock Master!”

She was really getting into this! But hearing her talk dirty like that had the desired effect. My cock swelled larger than I’d ever seen it, was getting to be painful even. I moaned as I felt the now purple head of my cock enter her furnace. I could see the tendons stand out in her arms as she strained against the ropes holding her. I slowly lowered myself into her, pulling an out two inches every time I sink and inch deeper. It felt like I was putting my privates into a volcano! The heat emanating from her was overwhelming! She cried out when I reached bottom, my balls pressing against the base of the plug. I could feel the hardness of it pressing against my cock inside her.

I slowly pulled completely out of her, and moved down to suck on her nipples. I could almost see her cry when my cock popped out of her. I teased her nipples for a couple seconds then positioned my cock at pussy. I thrust completely filled her with my cock. She moaned loudly and I could sense she was acting completely by instinct, like an animal in heat. She was gyrating her body beneath mine; her hips rotating in circles, rubbing my cock against the plug up her ass.

I started thrusting in and out of her faster. Alternating deep slow thrusts with shallow quick ones, I was having a difficult time keeping control of myself. As we started to fuck harder and faster, her moaning and howling increased. Before long she started to scream “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna CUM!”

Upon hearing that I pulled all of my cock out of her except the last inch and pulled off the blindfold. “Oh no you’re not! You aren’t going to cum unless I tell you that you can. If you do, I’m stopping right now.” 

Her eyes were wild as she blinked at her restored eyesight. The anxiety on her face was obvious. “Don’t stop, PLEASE don’t stop Master! I’m trying; I’m really trying not to CUM!” Her voice rose on the last word as I thrust into her once hard and pulled back out. Here eyes had gone wide as she grunted under the thrust. 

“Look me in the eyes Girl!” I snapped as I thrust into her again. I could see the struggle within her eyes as the pleasure of her body fought with her rapidly loosing control. I started to pump into her hard, and deep with each thrust. She threw her head back, as her mouth opened into a silent scream. She was still holding back till I leaned forward and whispered in her ear “Cum, cum for me now!”

The last vestige of her control collapsed a mind-dazzling orgasm raced thru her body. All the ropes were tight as she fought against them. My hands found gripped her ass as I thrust myself deeper and harder into her. I continued for as long as I could, her body overwhelmed with one orgasm after another, till I could feel a tingling start in my balls. I pulled out and shot cum out all over her, covering her stomach and breasts. I collapsed against her, smearing my seed between our bodies. 

Weakly I reached up and untied one hand, then the other. I didn’t have the energy to move from between her legs, so laid on top of her till I could catch my breathe. Wearily I pulled myself up and unbound her ankles, then collapsed on the bed next to her. She tucked her back in against my chest and we stayed curled up together for some time. 

A bit later I felt her stirring against me. She was slowly pressing her ass against my back, and I could feel the plug pressing against me. “That was a lot of fun Mouse.” I said quietly to the back of her head. 

“Master?” she replied.

“You don’t have to keep calling me that Mouse.” I said softly. 

There was a short pause before she responded. “Master, I’ve never done anything like this before. But I liked it, a lot more than I expected. If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay your slave Master.”

I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard? I didn’t know how to respond. I’d paused long enough trying to figure out how to respond that she must have taken my silence as a negative. I could hear tears in her voice when she sobbed “It’s ok if you don’t want to, I know it was only a game.” Her voice got a bit stronger towards the end.

“Girl…I wasn’t trying to figure out a way to tell you ‘no’. I was simply shocked, and a bit flattered that you’d want me to be your master.” I turned her head so that I could softly kiss her lips. “You can be my slave for as long as you wish Girl.” I was still trying to figure out what exactly had just happened, but was glad she seemed happy as she snuggled up closer to me. 

After a minute she rolled away from me and stood up, if a bit unsteadily. “Look at you,” she said. “I’ve let you get all sticky. Come let me clean you up.” She took my hand and led me to the bathroom. She turned the water on and started filling the tub. Directing me to get in, she busied herself finding a sponge and soap. She then sat on the edge of the tub and proceeded to wash me. Ignoring my efforts to tell her she didn’t need to do this. She responded by telling me how a good slave should keep her master happy, and how could he be happy if he was covered with dried cum and love juice?

She washed my back, shoulders and arms. Then poured soapy water over my chest, as I leaned back, enjoying the strange feeling of someone else washing me. As she washed lower, I could feel a stirring return to my loins. She soaped up my cock and balls and started washing them…very thoroughly. It didn’t take long before my cock was point back up to my stomach. She continued to stroke my soapy cock with one hand when I felt her other move from my balls back between my legs. She looked me in the eyes when she said “Can’t have you being dirty, must make sure my master is completely clean.” My eyes widened when I felt a soapy finger push into my asshole. I sucked air in and forgot to let it out while she slid her finger in and out of me. But her smile widened when she saw my cock leap to attention and stick straight up.

Not knowing where things were going to go from there, I told her that she’d done a good job of getting me clean, but that it was distasteful that she was still dirty. I told her to climb in and wash herself. She obediently climbed into the far side of the tub and sat down facing me. I sat and watched as she soaped herself up, suds running down the swells of her breasts. She washed the dried cum off her chest and stomach, then ran her hands up and down her legs, removing the sticky juices that had been running down them most of the evening. 

“Now, spread your legs so that I can make sure you do a good job cleaning that dirty little pussy of yours.” I told her as I slowly stroked myself. She spread her legs and spread her pussy lips towards me. As she ran her soapy fingers thru her spread lips, I could see the redness grow around her pussy as she fingered herself. One hand between her legs, the other rubbing and pinching her nipples, as she slowly licked her lips. I was stroking myself faster as I watched her pleasuring herself, abandoning all pretenses of washing. 

“I can’t see that well with you sitting so far away, and your pussy underwater, why don’t you get on your knees and face away from me, so I can get a better view of your cleaning skills.” She stopped long enough to turn around and put her ass in the air. Resting her other arm on the edge of the tub, she reached back between her legs and continued to slide her finger in and out of her hairless pussy. Seeing that she still had the anal plug up her ass, I told her that she had to take it out since she obviously couldn’t wash her ass with it in. She stopped fingering herself and reached around her back to pull the base of the plug out. She moaned as it slid out of her. She placed it on the edge of the tub and reached back between her legs. 

“Am I doing a good job Master?” she asked as she slipped her middle finger deep into her pussy, moaning lightly. She pulled her finger out and fished up the soap, rubbing it down her ass. Watching her gorgeous ass a mere 2 feet away from me as she soaped up her cheeks and slipped a finger up her ass was driving me crazy. I had to have her again!

“You’re doing a very good job, Girl. But I don’t think you can completely clean out the area that plug was in with your fingers. I’ve got something here that will do the trick though.” I said as I sat up and kneeled behind her. I placed the head of my cock against her ass and tested how tight she was. But the soap combined with how much the anal plug had already opened her, was enough. Slowly I slid into her asshole. Once I had the first inch in I told her that since she was the one who should be cleaning herself. That she needed to be the one to use my tool to clean her ass. She took the hint and started to rock back and forth, sliding my cock deeper and deeper into her ass. I took the hand she had been fingering herself with and placed it back between her legs. Together we fingered her now soaked pussy as she slowly took the length of me up her ass.

She was so incredibly tight! I’d never felt anything like it! I couldn’t imagine that she’d be able to take all of me, but she seemed determined to. Inch by inch my cock disappeared up her tight ass, I was doing the best I could to keep my hips still and not start thrusting into her. She was grunting with each push backwards as the last two inches slowly disappeared into her. I left her hand as she continued to finger herself and reached around her to cup her breasts as she pushed back till her ass cheeks were pressed against my stomach. She started to moan as I pinched her nipples. She slowly rotated her hips as she got used to the feeling of me inside her.

I didn’t know how much longer I could stay still, her ass felt so tight wrapped around my cock, and just looking down to see her tight buns pressed against me was turning me on more and more. As she started to rock, sliding me in and out of her ass I couldn’t stand it anymore. “I’m going to fuck your ass Girl!” I said as I placed my hands on her hips and started to move my hips. More and more of my cock sliding out and then back into her asshole.

She stopped fingering herself to grasp my balls as they slapped against her pussy. “Yes! Fuck me up the ass Master!” she moaned as I increased the rhythm of my thrusting. My pulled her hips harder and harder against me, as I felt her tighten her ass around me, milking my cock as it slid thru her. Her hand moved back to rub her clit as the water started splashing around us. 

The water was splashing everywhere as our bodies slapped together. Her fingers were flying across her clit as I grunted, “I’m going to cum in your ass! Would you like my cum up your ass, slave?” I removed one hand from her hips and reached for her hair. 

Winding my fingers thru the hair near her scalp, I gripped and pulled her head back as she screamed “YES!” while I pounded into her. I pounded into her hard, three times, before my vision started to narrow and I felt myself pumping cum into her. Within seconds she was screaming as she too felt the heat of an orgasm spread throughout her body.



I slowly withdrew from her body and we both sank back into what was left of the water. With just a look I stood up to turn on the shower while Mouse drained the tub. We stepped into the hot shower and very tenderly washed again. Both of us were a bit sore from our last escapade. 



We gently dried each other off and went back to the bed to curl up with each other. We both drifted off to sleep within seconds, feeling safe in each other’s arms. 



I woke up sometime in the middle of the night needing to pee. I slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I had a serious case of midnight wood and had to lean far over the toilet to get myself pointed downward enough to hit it. Finishing up I flushed and went back to bed, to find that Mouse was splayed out all over the bed. Not being able to resist the sight of her with her legs spread apart like that, I laid down on the bed between her legs, and lightly pressed the tip of my tongue into her pussy. 



She didn’t wake up, so I ran the edge of my tongue up and down her slit. Pushing between her lips, I delved deeper, spending the time to explore that I hadn’t had earlier. It didn’t take much before I started to taste her juices. She got wet very quickly. Within minutes she was moaning and starting to stir. 



In a low voice I heard her moan, “oohhh, why can’t be woken up like this every night.” Encouraged, I sucked lightly on her clit, and then ran the tip of my tongue around it. Spending my time and not hurrying, I was slowly building up the tension in her body. Her hands where alternating between squeezing her nipples and running thru my hair. As her moaning started to get louder, I stopped and scooted up the bed till I was next to her. I kissed her softly at first, but with building intensity. Then rolled her and pulled her close to me till her back was spooned against me.




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I reached down between us and positioned my cock toward her pussy. She was already wet so I slipped in easily. I wrapped my arm around her and cupped her breasts as we started to grind against each other. I kissed the back of her neck and fondled her nipple as we increased our tempo. I took my hand off her breast, placed her hand atop mine and reached for her pussy. “Show me…” was all I whispered into her ear. She took the hint and with her fingers atop mine pressed my hand against her pussy. 

With our fingers we could both feel my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Grinding into each other harder and harder, her fingers were dancing mine across her clit. Her head fell back against my shoulder as she moaned. I nibbled and bit her neck as we made love. Her moaning reached a crescendo as her pussy clamped down around my cock. I continued thrusting into her as she jammed my hand into her pussy. I thrust a couple times before succumbing, and exploding inside her. She made a muffled, but defiantly pleasurable sound as I filled her with my seed. Curled up like that we both fell back asleep.

It was morning when I woke up again. Mouse ass was bumping against me, felt very nice, till I realized that I’d never pulled out of her when we finished during the middle of the night. I was wondering if she was grinding against me in her sleep till I heard her try to muffle a moan. I pushed my hips against her and heard a moan that was anything but muffled. 

“I’m sorry Master, I didn’t mean to wake you. But I woke up and couldn’t resist, when I felt your cock, so hard, already inside me…”

“Girl, you can wake me up like this anytime you like.” I responded as I started matching her thrusts.

“Since you are awake now…” She pulled away from me and turned around. She pushed me onto my back and straddled me. Reaching between her legs, she grasped my cock and slowly lowered herself onto me. I tried to reach for her breasts, but she gently put my hands above my head and told me that I should just enjoy, that it was her job to pleasure me and take care of my needs.

Her hips moved in circles, and then she bounced up and down on me. As she started to go faster she started moaning, her hands raking across my chest as she impaled herself on my cock, harder and harder. I heard more than felt her cum as she ground herself against me. She leaned forward and put a nipple in my mouth as she rotated her hips, rubbing my cock against her interior walls. I eagerly took her nipple into my mouth and sucked like a baby. Her moaning was getting louder again, as sat back on top of me. I reached for her hands and intertwined my fingers in hers. We looked deep into each others eyes as I felt the growing pressure in my balls. 

“I’m gonna cum! Cum with me Girl!” I cried as I felt the pressure break and a wave a pleasure flooded my body. I barely heard her screaming as I squirted into her again. She collapsed against me as I finished. She looked up and at and we both had silly grins on our faces. 

Looking at the hotel clock I realized I had to get moving in a hurry or I’d be late for the seminar I was supposed to go to. I asked Mouse if she needed to get ready for work, to which she replied that she’d been a bad girl and hadn’t told me before that she’d arranged to go to the seminar with me. We exchanged a knowing grin and headed for the shower.

I didn’t know if I was going to learn much at the seminar, but I knew I was going to have a good time while I was there.



Reunited



Jim and I originally met on August 18, 1986 at Fort Campbell, Kentucky where we were both stationed with the United States Army. I was a 20 year old private and Jim was a 39 year old sergeant who was married with two teenage sons who were living in Indianapolis, Indiana. I was assigned to his cleaning detail for a week. For the first week, Jim and I were just friends and coworkers, nothing more. On Friday of the first week, we had a half day of work so Jim and I decided to go to Nashville, Tennessee to do some sightseeing for the weekend. 

After that weekend, we spent as much time together as we could for the following three months until Jim left Fort Campbell, Kentucky after his retirement from the Army after serving for 20 years. He retired in December of 1986 but left Fort Campbell in November to return to Indianapolis to live with his wife and sons. I stayed behind at Fort Campbell until I was honorably discharged on December 24, 1986. I returned to my family in my home state of Massachusetts.

Jim and I continued our long distance relationship through letters and phone calls, although I have to admit that I was not very good at letter writing. In early July of 1987, Jim visited his mother in New York then came to Massachusetts to see me for a few days. We continued communicating after that. In July of 1988, Jim and I spent a week together traveling through Vermont and upstate New York. It was during this week that Jim and I decided it would be easier on both of us to just be friends since he was still married and lived so far away. We continued communicating from that week on until January of 1993 when I told him that I was getting married.

After I told him of my engagement, Jim wished me well and said that if I ever needed anything to let him know because he wanted us to remain friends. From the time that Jim and I stopped communicating in early 1993, I continued working, got married and became an aunt in February of 1997. I think I mainly got married because I was tired of being single in a couple oriented world. I sometimes wonder if I wasn't forced into marriage.

Jim tried to make his own marriage work but he wasn't entirely happy. He often felt like he was working only to pay the bills with nothing to show for it. His wife and he started living separate lives at this point with each of them doing their own thing but continuing to live in the same house and share a bed. During this time, Jim started seeing another woman off and on for the past ten years while his wife was content with the way her life was.

Fast forward, 10 years later.

Jim and I started looking for each other in early 2001 by searching on the Internet. Neither of us had any luck finding the other until March of 2003 when I happened to spell his name right and found his address. I wrote him a letter and mailed it the next day.

Jim received my letter on March 17, 2003, a Monday and called me that night from Denny's Restaurant, where he hung out quite frequently. We didn't talk long that evening because I had to go to work so we agreed to talk on Saturday evening. He called me Saturday evening but we didn't talk long that night either because he was helping his oldest son move and I was going bowling with my family so we agreed to talk Sunday evening. He called me Sunday evening and we talked for over two hours getting caught up on what had happened in our lives for the past ten years.

Jim told me that his marriage was basically in name only with him and his wife sharing a house and name but nothing else. He also told me that his oldest son had been married and was divorced with a six year old daughter and that his youngest son was married now to his high school sweetheart. I told him that my marriage wasn't much better. I felt more single at times during my marriage than I ever did when I was single. Jim and I originally talked about meeting in New York in August of 2003.

Jim hooked me up with America Onine's Instant Message and we started talking on the computer as often as we could which was every night. We also talked on the phone on the weekends. I think it was in late April that I started to seriously think about leaving my husband and moving to Indianapolis.

I had plans to go to Virginia for vacation in June with a friend of mine but my car broke down in early May and it took nearly all the money I had saved for vacation to pay for the car repairs. I was surfing the Internet one night after talking with Jim and I decided to check out the bus fares and schedules for a round trip bus ride from Pittsfield, Massachusetts to Indianapolis, Indiana. I emailed Jim with my idea to come visit him in Indianapolis for vacation. At first, he wasn't too happy with my idea especially my riding alone for that long of a trip. I reassured him that I had been on a bus trip before and that I would have my cell phone with me and on all the way. He accepted my plan and set me up in a hotel three miles from his house.

After I told my husband my change of plans, he gave me an ultimatum; him or Jim and gave me a year to decide. I left Pittsfield, Massachusetts at 11:40 AM on June 7, 2003 and arrived in Indianapolis, Indiana at 7:10 AM on June 8, 2003. I first saw Jim sitting on a concrete barrier at the bus station just as the bus pulled into the yard. I stepped off the bus, looked him over and asked, "Are you looking for someone?" With that, Jim smiled and pulled me into his arms for a big bear hug of welcome and friendship, which I returned in full force.

Jim and I spent most of my vacation week together. I made the final decision to leave my husband and move to Indianapolis permanently. Jim introduced me to a woman he has known for fifteen years who rents out rooms in her condo and she agreed to let me live with her rent free until I found a job in exchange for providing her companionship and helping out around the house. I left Indianapolis on June 14 at 9:00 PM and arrived in Pittsfield, Massachusetts on June 15 at 7:30 PM. I told my mother and husband of my decision to move to Indianapolis that evening after we dropped my sister and nephew off. They were both very unhappy with my decision. My original return date was set for July 1, 2003.

Jim works as a maintenance technician and was on call for emergency maintenance calls for the entire week I was in Indianapolis. On June 18, Jim was discharged from his job as a maintenance technician. He called me at 11:30 AM and we talked on the computer for the rest of the day. That day, we started talking about changing my return date. 

We set the date for June 27, a Friday. After talking more, we decided on June 26, a Thursday. After talking more, we decided that we would both leave our respective cities on Wednesday, June 25. I was scheduled to work overnight on June 24, a Tuesday. I worked overnight for my boss on Monday, June 23 and didn't really want to stay another night. I turned my modem in and finished packing my car for the move to Indianapolis on the morning of June 24.

About 2 or 2:30 PM, Indianapolis time on June 24, Jim and I were in our respective homes, talking on the phone, just killing time before leaving the next morning for Buffalo, New York. I asked him what were we waiting for? I have everything done that I needed to do and didn't really want to wait until the following morning. Jim said let me make a quick phone call and I'll call you right back. He called his wife, told her he was leaving for Buffalo then called me and said let's go. I left North Adams, Massachusetts for Buffalo, New York at 3:30 PM EDT and Jim left Indianapolis, Indiana for Buffalo at the same time.

Jim and I met at Denny's Restaurant on the New York State Thruway just south of Buffalo at 10:45 PM, ten days after I left Indianapolis on the bus. We spent a couple of days in Cassandra, New York helping his cousin to move and also spent a day in Niagara Falls, New York, sightseeing. We left Cassandra, New York on June 28 and arrived in Indianapolis late afternoon on June 29.

After our return to Indianapolis, Jim and I started looking for work together and dating. We spent ninety percent of our time together during that time and went to several baseball games, went hiking one day and spent a day at the zoo. We became closer than anyone ever expected us to, even us. We spent a lot of evenings together, either sitting in my room at the condo or going sightseeing. He usually left to go home at 10 at night.

On August 18, 2003, seventeen years to the day since Jim and I first met, we went to put in applications for a janitorial position. AFter we filled out the application, one of the people who worked in the office was Jim's former boss. She hired us on the spot and we started working that evening. We worked for this company for two months until they decided that they wanted us in separate buildings. Jim and I aren't comfortable with me working in a building alone at night so we resigned from this company.

The weekend we resigned from this company, we went back east to visit our families. It was a good trip and fun. 

A week after we quit the first job, Jim and I had an interview at 5 PM for another janitorial position. Again, we were hired on the spot and started that evening. We have since been made co supervisors of one building. We work Sunday through Thursday. Our boss is really nice and easy to get along with.

During the time that Jim and I were seeing each other since we returned to Indianapolis, his wife didn't know he was seeing anyone else. On September 13, 2003, Jim and I were just hanging out checking out various yard and garage sales when he got a call on his cell phone from his wife. She asked him to take a bookcase down to her friend's house in the southern part of the city. At first, he wasn't going to do it because he didn't want to leave me at the condo but after talking about it, we decided it was time to bring our affair out into the open. Jim called his wife back and said he would do it but he wasn't alone.

AFter we loaded the bookcase into Jim's truck, his wife asked him if he would be home for breakfast Sunday morning. He told her that he wouldn't be home for the rest of the weekend. On September 16, 2003, Jim spent his last night in the house he shared with his wife for seventeen years. He told his wife on September 18 that their 35 year marriage was over and moved in with me that following Monday. She has since filed for a legal separation and he has filed for a divorce. Their lawyers are working on their case.

In all of the time that I've known Jim and have been friends with him, I never once asked him to leave his wife. I also never forced him to do anything he didn't want to do. He left his wife on his own with no force or pressure from me. Neither one of us meant to hurt anyone. We just want a chance to be happy, that's all.

My divorce hasn't started yet; Jim's lawyer has agreed to do mine after the first of the year. 



Reunited



It's my first evening out since I moved out of the house. I haven't seen you or the dog in weeks, and though I am attending the wedding of a couple we both know, the bride has assured me that you had another engagement, and wouldn't be attending either the wedding or the reception. So I agreed to go, and I sat through the ceremony like a stone, my eyes downcast, not leaving the ring you gave me. I still haven't given it back.

It's a short ceremony, and the crowd soon travels to the reception hall in a long line of cars. I was going to skip the reception, but I promised the bride I would be there. She is worried about me, I think. I think everyone is worried about me, because though I willingly admit that you have left me, I refuse to take off your ring. I am doing so, I am sure they realize, because I am determined to force you to make contact in order to regain possession of the diamond. Even then, I wonder if I'll be able to take it off. I wonder if you'll have to remove it from my finger forcefully. 

The reception is in a hotel ballroom. The decorations are beautiful, and judging from the sizable crowd already in attendance, I think you'll probably be one of the only invitees not in attendance. People are still arriving when I find my seat at the table, and my heart tightens in my chest when I realize that your name was mistakenly left on the seating arrangement. I am tempted to reach out and slip the place card with your name scrawled across it into my purse, so that I won't be confronted with your name all evening. I decide against this, because you'd be in my head regardless. One more reminder will hardly make a difference. The empty feeling in the pit of my stomach is constant, and reminder enough of what I have lost.

I get up and walk to the bar, ordering myself a gin and tonic with extra lime. My dress, a floor length plum sheath with spaghetti straps and a matching scarf, feels strangely constricting, perhaps because I had to buy a strapless bra that was a band-size too tight. The tight fit does wonders for my cleavage, but that only reminds me of you, too. I take the drink back to the table and am about to sit down when I notice you at the table and, oddly enough, my first thought is that you've come to take the ring away. 

I clench my fist reflexively as you turn your head and your eyes catch mine. I am literally frozen in place, my heart pounding in my chest as my hands start to tremble. You look incredible in a dark suit and a pale-blue shirt. I recognize the tie as one I bought for you, and I wonder if the fact that you are wearing something I picked out for you is of any significance, but then I wonder if maybe you thought I wouldn't be here, and I am suddenly embarrassed. What if we are being set up? What if you never wanted to see me again, and I am in for the most uncomfortable night of my adult life?

While my thoughts are racing in my head I almost don't notice your approach. When you step in front of me you give me one of the biggest, brightest, fakest smiles I've ever seen. You reach for my hand and bring it to your lips in greeting, but I realize you took my left hand and I snatch it away from you, fearful that this will be the moment you take back the ring. I think that, if this is so, then this is then end and I am most likely going to die of grief. 

You give me a dark look when I snatch my hand away, and I realize you must think I pulled away because I couldn't stand the feel of your touch. The pit in my stomach grows and swells, until my entire body is filled with the nothingness.

"The bride and groom haven't made their entrance," you tell me through your teeth, "and every eye in the room is on us. We're the talk of the party. Please make an effort to behave like an adult, Maria."

I nod, but offer my cheek for a kiss, still protective of the ring on my hand. I know this is a mistake when your face nears mine and I am suddenly assaulted with the smell of you, the familiarity of the brush of your lips against my skin. I sway against you and, instinctively, your arms reach out to steady me. "Is that your first drink?" you ask teasingly, all the while knowing the effect your proximity has on me.

"Why don't you put the drink down on the table and we'll go for a short walk," you suggest, turning me toward the table and leading me gently with a hand on the small of my back. "Somewhere where we won't be the center of attention."

I leave my drink on the table and follow you out of the room, my small hand inside your larger one. As we exit, I wonder if we sparked any conversation, but the thought leaves my mind as we walk through the lavishly decorated hotel corridor and you lead me to the elevator. We get in and you push the button for the fourteenth floor, and I look at you curiously, suddenly wishing I had downed my drink before we left the reception room. You reach for my hand again, and give my small fingers a firm and reassuring squeeze, 

We walk in silence to suite 1410, where you use a keycard to open the door and step back to allow for my entry. I step through the doorway and you follow, closing the door behind us. There are no lights on and in the dark I feel lost, and a little ill at ease...the same way I've felt for weeks now. When I feel your hands at my waist I am reassured, and I place my hands over yours and our fingers interlock.

"Joe, I—" I start as you step close to me, and I feel the muscular wall of your chest against my back. I close my eyes and breathe in your scent. "Joe-- wait, I—"

Your hands travel up my hips and I take in a sharp breath as I feel the warmth of your skin through the fabric of my dress. Your hands find my breasts, but the fabric of my strapless bra is firm enough that I'm certain you can't feel my nipples react to your touch. I think absentmindedly that I should protest, play hard to get—it's been so long since we've been together, I wonder if you only came to the reception, if you only rented a hotel room, to relieve a build up of sexual tension. The feel of your hands on my body makes me not care, though, and I groan and lean back into you. You turn my body in your arms until my forearms are pressed against the wall of your chest, my hands clinging to your shoulders as your mouth lowers and settles over mine.

Heat flares between us, an electric current surges through my body. I whimper and wrap my arms around your neck, loving the taste of you. Loving that all those times I remembered the taste of your mouth, I remembered you well. Our tongues wrestle as you begin to unpin my hair, letting it fall from the chignon at the back of my neck. You pull away, surprised, when it fails to cascade down my back and instead lands just below my shoulders.

"What happened to your hair?" you ask, burying your fingers in the thick brown strands, your face looking suddenly stricken. I lift my chin to look up with you. 

"It's what girls do when we get dumped," I shrug, not really having a better answer. "We cut off our hair. I think it's symbolic of a new beginning, or something like that." I tug at the strands self-consciously, "It's not that short..." 

I look up at you, my eyes big and brown and full of vulnerability, "Do you hate it?"

"No," you say, your mouth claiming mine again. "I just wasn't expecting it." You pull away again, this time separating our bodies. You backtrack to the door and flip a light switch, which illuminates the bedside lamp. 

I raise an eyebrow at you as you move toward me and gather my body into your arms again. "I want to look at you tonight," you say simply, "I've missed looking at you."

Your hands travel up and down my back, running from my shoulders down to the curve of my hips and back up before you find the zipper of my dress and tug. The zipper slides down easily enough, and you push the spaghetti straps off of my pale shoulders and watch as the dress slides down my body, revealing a pink strapless bra and matching pink panties, as well as thigh-high stockings attached to a garter belt. You let out a low whistle and I blush a little, because we both know I am a romantic at heart, and we both know I when I got dressed this evening it was with you in mind. In the same moments that I knew you wouldn't come, I prayed that you would.

"You're beautiful," you whisper, slipping out of your dark jacket as I tackle the buttons on your shirt. You're reaching for the buckle on your belt as my fingers find your fly, and before I know what has happened we have tumbled backwards onto the bed, your shirt open but still on as you struggle to kick off your pants and shoes.

My own shoes, plum-colored sling-back high heels, are still on as well, but when you position yourself between my thighs your hands travel down the length of my thighs to rectify this oversight. You toss my shoes in the general direction of my dress as my own hands grope for your hardened shaft. I exhale sharply when my fingers make contact and I wrap first one, then two hands around your stiff cock. "Joe," I whisper, my entire body aching with need. Your hands find my panties, which you nearly rip as you remove them from my body. You have to stop to release the clasps on the garter belt in order to push my panties down. You pull off the thigh-high stockings as you remove my underwear.

You groan deep in your throat, a low guttural sound that could be mistaken for a growl, as I begin to stroke you, rediscovering you with my hands. You close your eyes and I can tell your concentration is on the sensation in your groin, and I wonder if another woman has tended to you in my absence. I stroke you and pull you down between my legs, letting the tip of your penis taste the heat of my pussy as I move my hand up and down the length of your erection. You groan, mutter my name under your breath, and your hands find my firm breasts, squeezing and kneading as my nipples protrude and rub against the fabric of my bra. I let your head brush against my wetness and your whole body stiffens. Your eyes snap open and I see determination harden the lines of your face. 

Your hands move down my chest to my stomach and finally settle on the insides of my thighs, which you push apart, exposing me to your scrutiny. "Where's my landing strip?" you ask teasingly, referring to the area of hair I resisted waxing off at your request. On my last visit to the spa, I had it removed...the very same day I removed eight inches of hair.

You don't wait for an answer, and instead dip your face between my parted thighs and lick at my hot little hole, collecting evidence of my arousal on your talented tongue. I feel your hot breath against my skin as you release a satisfied breath of air. 

"You taste so sweet," you murmur, dipping back in for more as I close my eyes and focus on the feel of your tongue gently parting the lips of my pussy to find my clit, already firm and sensitive to the touch.

I whimper and lift my hips slightly, trying to give you better access. You chuckle to yourself at my display of need and arousal before rising up and pinning my legs back into my upper body, keeping them parted but pinning me in place as you situate your hips against mine and thrust inside me in one long stroke. I cry out in surprise and pleasure, the feel of you familiar yet intoxicating. 

"Jesus!" you nearly growl, burying your face in my neck as I claw the skin on your back. "You're so tight," you hiss through clenched teeth. "I forgot how tight you are."

With that you begin to thrust, moving in and out slowly as your fingers work to release the clasp of my bra. I wiggle and moan underneath you, still trying to become re-accustomed to your size swelling inside me. You release my breasts from their prison and collapse over my body again, the hair on your chest scratchy against my pink nipples. 

I tighten my thighs around your hips and cross my ankles behind your back, encouraging you to keep moving. You comply, your thrusting increasing in speed and pressure as we both grunt. Sweat has begun to dampen both of our bodies and I know there's not much chance of us sneaking back into the reception after this little foray, so I wonder if we'll be able to hide in the hotel room all night, getting reacquainted.

Your thrusts inside me are measured, as if you are holding back a torrent of ferocity, and my hands are moving over the slick skin of your back trying to ignite the fire you have so far kept dampened. I drag my nails down your back and you moan, but continue your controlled thrusting unaware of my need for you to lose control.

"Don't hold back, Joe, please—" I beg, my feet prodding the small of your back as we move together. "Please, I need all of you. Please!"

My pussy is slick and hot and tight around your engorged cock, and the pressure exerted on your girth is tight and coaxing. You groan and I can tell your resolve is caving, but you thwart my effort to hurry your orgasm by pulling out of me.

Deciding now is a good time for a switch of positions, I lead you onto your back on the bed. I run my hands over your skin, damp and salty from sweat. You watch me with those blue eyes as I lay gentle kisses across your chest, on your nipples, down your stomach to that scar hidden in your pubic hair. I work my way even farther down to your dampened penis, and taste myself on your stiff shaft.

"Oh, fuck," you curse as my lips close around the tip of your dick. You'd filled my mouth after only a few inches, so I concentrate on suckling the head of your dick, letting my jaw relax and letting the muscles of my face adjust to the contortion needed to accommodate your size. You watch, one hand running absently through my hair, a finger tracing a gentle circle on the skin of my temple. I close my eyes and start to suck, taking you further into my mouth, tasting us in the pre-cum that has mixed with my own wetness.

Your hand falls away as I begin to throat you. We moan together, and you smile at the sound of my arousal. At the noises I make as I suck your dick. You know how much I love sucking your dick, and I'm determined to make up for lost time. 

You pull a pillow down and prop your head up, so you can watch me blow you, my eyes fluttering somewhere between open and closed, my nostrils flaring as I force oxygen through the narrow holes. You watch the curve of my cheeks, the way they sink in as I suck, pulling at your dick, taking you further into my throat until finally my nose is buried in the curly hair at your pubis and my throat is like a vice on the head of your cock. Your hands go to my hair, holding me in place, as I feel you start to buck into my mouth. Your movements are gentle, and slow—no more than an inch at a time.

You are careful not to hurt me, or interfere with my own rhythm. We go on like this for some minutes, and I'm so aroused at the feel of you in my mouth that I can't help but send a hand down between my legs, exploring. I begin to finger myself as I suck on you, sending a finger into my now sopping cunt with every movement of your hips, as if it were your dick inside me instead of my finger. I add another finger, for realism's sake, and notice that your movements have become jerkier, that you have started to grunt with more force. When I feel your balls rise and tighten against my chin I know you're on the edge of orgasm.

"Maria—" you hiss, and I moan around your cock. The moan sends a vibration through my throat and before I can figure out what happened your hands are buried in my hair and you're pulling. I don't respond right away and your next tug lacks the gentleness of your previous caresses. Tears sting my eyes for a minute and I release you from my mouth. "Not like this," you say in explanation, which explain anything.

You lift yourself off the bed and wrap your arms around my upper body, pulling me on-top of you. You let us fall to the bed and then roll us, until I am on my back and you are above me, propped on your elbows looking down into my face. "I'm not ready to cum," you say.

I smile up at you, run the underside of my foot up and down your calf and pepper your shoulders and neck with kisses. "You seemed ready."

You smile back at me, and it seems like a happy smile but your face soon turns serious. You use your knees to inch my thighs apart and then lean back on your knees and use your hands, pushing my thighs apart until I'm spread-eagle in front of you, my pussy exposed to your intent gaze. You gesture to the headboard with your chin. "Scoot up," you direct me. 

Obediently, I position myself on the bed, watching curiously as you stand and move away. You gather the silky plum scarf from the floor and make your way back to the bed, gathering both my hands in one of yours and wrapping the silky fabric around my hands and the slots in the bed's headboard. 

You've never tied me up before, no one has ever tied me up before, and I find that I'm nervous and excited all at once. With my wrists bound and secure above my head my back arcs, accentuating my breasts. You move your focus back to my hips and spread my legs apart, even wider this time. My pussy almost aches in anticipation of being filled, but instead of your cock you put your hand against my pussy, rubbing me clit with the pad of your thumb. 

I can't stroke you or kiss you or otherwise move the focus back onto you and as a result I feel naked and exposed. I am naked and exposed, my nipples hard and straining into the cool air of the room, my pussy wet and dripping as you work my clit. Soon I'm grunting and bucking my hips, straining into you in those brief moments when you slide a finger inside my pussy.

"Fuck me," I whisper, and even I marvel at the raw need in my voice. "Put your cock in me, please." You position yourself between my wide open legs and replace your thumb with the tip of your cock. You run your cock up one pussy lip and down the other and pause at the top to circle my clit. You do this over and over again and I'm on the edge and ready to cum—aching to cum.

"I don't want to cum before you," I say, biting my lip and trying to focus on anything except the sensations your cock is eliciting. Despite my pleas for you to stop my hips are bucking and I'm shamelessly grinding my cunt against your cock. 

"You want me to cum?" you ask, and slide just the head of your cock into me. "You want me to blow it for you?"

You pull your cock out again, and I can see juices from my pussy all over the head of your cock. You see me looking and reposition yourself, until your cock is just in front of my face. I open my mouth, the movement almost involuntary.

"Do you want me to cum, Maria?"

"Yes." I lift my head up, straining toward you. I can't reach but you move forward an inch, letting your cock head slide into my mouth momentarily before pulling back out, giving me a taste. 

"Where should I cum?" I can tell you're dying to get off. Your jaw is clenched and you've started stroking your cock.

"Wherever you wanna cum, baby. Where do you wanna cum?" I'm thinking that at this point, I'd be happy with anything. While I normally love the feel of you cumming inside me, and the slight pulse of your shaft as you shoot hot cum into me, I'm also ready to suck it out of you, waiting for that first gush to hit the back of my throat.

You lean your face in close to mine, put your mouth next to my ear. Your voice is barely a whisper but when I process the words I feel like I've been slapped.

"Where did he cum?"

You don't say his name. You don't have to. I should have seen this coming, really. How can I be surprised? And yet I am. I am shocked, and a little stricken, that you would talk to me like this when we are being so intimate, when things seemed to be going so well.

By the time I'm able to think again you're inside me, thrusting powerfully, vigorously. You aren't hurting me, not physically, but I am near tears anyway. You don't look angry. You look like you're about to get off, and maybe that's worse. 




Reunited



"Where did he cum?"

My first instinct is to flee, and I pull at the restraint but my struggle only serves to cinch the scarf tighter around my wrists. 

"Where did he cum?" Your voice is still soft, coaxing, as if I were just reluctant instead of hurt and disgusted and afraid.

"Don't do this," I say.

I don't think you hear me. You groan and slow your movements and I see the lust and the need on your face, and I see that maybe you aren't punishing me. Or, at least, you aren't actively trying to punish me. Your fingers slide alongside my clit again and, though I thought your request had jolted me out of any sexual rhythm we'd achieved, your fingers pull me back. 

You stop thrusting and work my clit until I am cooing and moaning and begging for you to finish me, because every time I get close to cumming you start fingering slow lazy circles around my clit. "Don't stop," I plead, when you slide a finger teasingly over my clit. 

"Where did he cum? Just tell me where he came and I'll make you cum. Please. I have to know. If we're going to move past this, I have to know."

Maybe you just know the right thing to say to get what you wanted, but it works. "My face."

A finger sweeps over my clit-- light teasing pressure. "Tell me about it. Was he inside you before he came?" 

"He was in my mouth." You exert a little more pressure on my clit which each revelation. "He was kneeling over me and I was giving him a blowjob but—oh God, yes please. Oh, Joe. Wait no, don't stop... at the last minute he pulled out and sprayed it all over my face. He came all over my—oh, oh yes, please.." I buck wildly into your cock, trying to jump start your thrusts, but you hold steady and bring me to orgasm with your fingers. I cum around your cock, my pussy throbbing around you. 

When the waves of pleasure wear off you slide out of my pussy. Spent, I don't realize what you're doing at first, but then I see your hand pumping up and down your now liberally lubed cock. Kneeling over me, you grunt as you jerk off, ready to unload onto my face. I don't protest, though this is not something I enjoyed the first, and only, time it happened.

My mouth is slightly open and the first spray does a good job of coating my lips. I taste your cum even as the second gush lands on my cheek. There is cum everywhere by the time you are done—in my hair, on my chin, even some on my breasts. You get up to leave and walk toward the bathroom. Still tied to the bed, I can't wipe away the drips. I lick my lips, trying to at least get them clean, but I can feel a dribble of cum following my cheekbone into my hair. It is cool by this time, and tickles my scalp. 

You come back with a warm washcloth and begin cleaning me. Once the majority of the damage is taken care of, you untie the scarf and my hands fall free. I am still too shaken to move, so you move me, exchanging the now damp pillow under my head with a dry one and pulling the covers over my naked body. You tuck me in, then walk to the other side of the bed and slide in beside me.

Even though you asked for the information, I didn't expect you to be able to handle hearing about it. Having never been through anything like this with anyone before, I am unsure how couples move forward from events like these. I want to tell you, again, that I'm sorry. But I finally trust that you know the depth of my sorrow and regret over everything.

You wrap your arms around me from behind, and we sleep, wrapped in each other, the light from the bedside lamp still glowing.

Sometime during the night I wake, and you are beside me still, though you have been up and moving around. You are wearing your boxers, and the light in the room has been switched off. Normally a light sleeper, I did not wake when you moved around the room. I turn to look at your profile, which is the only thing I can see in the darkness. Your mouth is slack and open some and you are snoring slightly. I am grateful for the familiar sound, for what it means. We have reconciled. 

I lay my head on your chest and though I don't mean to wake you I know I do. Your hand comes up to lazily stroke my back and without looking, I can tell you are smiling. "Maria," you whisper, squeezing me to you. "I love you, Maria."

"I love you, more," I say.

The next time I wake up you are gone. I know immediately you are not in the bathroom. I know you did not slip out to get some breakfast, or some coffee, or the paper. I know you did not receive an important phone call and have to leave abruptly. I know there is no note on the nightstand explaining your absence. I know all of this because the ring is gone, too. 



Reunited



He comes...

She watches as He comes to her...His eyes full of a passion she has known and searched for forever... As He speaks His words fill her mind with visions of the past...she smiles and her heart awakens... 

He has come to her... She has waited knowing He was there, somewhere, wandering, searching and trying to find His way to her. His eyes she feels the power of a love that has teased her heart forever... His soul reaches out and touches her own and they join together. 

His body close to hers, the heat of their passion overwhelming. As they touch they feel the magic as it sparks. He reaches for her hand and bows low, His lips brushing her skin. The music unnoticed till now dances through their mind and into their heart and calls to them.

They gaze into each others eyes, souls peeking out and smiling at each other from deep inside. They feel each other as they stand, unmoving in the crowd. His hand gently holds hers and He comes closer... Her breath catches in her chest as He leans forward and whispers in her ear..."Come with me..." The tickle of His breath in her ear sends a shiver rushing through her...

With one hand He pulls her closer as He moves onto the floor the music filling the air about them. She follows him, His smile warming her heart, her own smile telling Him what her heart feels. They move among the crowd, oblivious to the world as it is but rather lost in a place they alone know... A secret passion filling them as they move together now.

Their need for one another grows as they move across the floor, their desire apparent to all whose eyes follow them as they go. They search each others eyes and unspoken words flow between them. A need they have both felt for so long swelling inside of them as they go. 

As they move among the crowd about them, they search each others eyes, a longing fills them. As He reaches the far corner of the room, he spies the open French doors to the garden. He moves swiftly towards it and rushes her through into the moonlight beyond. His hand holding hers tightly He leads her and she follows into the night, the need growing. 

Together now, as if time has stopped and the world around them has vanished, they wander into the garden to find a secret place. The moonlight lighting the path for them, they move to the sounds of the night. Deeper into the garden they move, He leads her to a place they both have seen in their mind. A place of great power, where their need and want will come together and the Goddess will watch over them. She follows almost breathless now the anticipation in her heart great. 

He leads her through a trellis covered in moon flowers, blooming white against the inky black of the night their fragrance filling the air about them. It is as if they found their secret place, one that their dreams have traveled to before. He moves into the clearing and twirls about, her hand still held tightly in his. He gazes at her, her smile in the moonlight clutches at His heart. He sees in her eyes a love he has searched for an eternity. His own heart beats in His chest wildly as He feels her so close to Him finally.

There in the mist of the night, the moonlight glistening over them, the air filled with the scent of the Goddess as she blooms about them they stand, looking at one another, feeling the power as it grows about them. He looks down at her, her liquid brown eyes full of the sensuality He knows so well. She sees in His eyes the power of a man she has known would come for her, her plea to the Goddess finally answered. 

He reaches out and with his fingertips grazes her cheek softly, her eyes close slowly at His touch. They linger there, her skin soft and warm and He whispers softly to her to open her eyes, to look at Him. As she does He sees in them all He has ever wanted and needed and knows what will come. He stands before her and closes his eyes, silently thanking the Goddess for this moment in time. 

He stands and slowly opens His eyes, the stars above them twinkling, the sound of the night birds melodious to their ears. He pulls her to Him closely and as they move to the sounds of the night He whispers in her ear the sweet nothings she has dreamed of for so long. 

She laughs softly as He tickles her heart and her ears and then they kiss once more...This time it is soft and slow, a sensual kiss that awakens the soul. His tongue slips between her full lips and intertwines with hers. A soft pleasure filled moan comes from her. His hands entangled in her hair he pulls her closer still. His hungry lips and hers feeding on passion and desire. 

His hand in her hair He pulls back her head, their lips part and He stares into this woman's eyes. His own eyes full of a lust born from the pleasure and power He feels from her. She looks at Him her heart craving him stronger with every beat. The power between them is given to them by the Goddess herself... They have known always they would find each other. It is fate... It is their fate... The Goddess has watched over them through time and led them here tonight.

He feels her shiver under His touch, and pulls her closer again. It is not the cold of the night or fear that makes her shiver, it is Him, the power, the coming together. They share memories of things and places and a time when they have known each other before. 

He feels His heart racing, the beating profound in His chest. She stands close and lays her head on his chest, her ears hearing the pounding of the beat of His heart. Her breath catches and she shivers once more, the power growing now, rising in them...It is a quickening...

He stands the need growing in Him as His eyes search the clearing. The altar of the Goddess stands beneath the moon, surrounded by vines fragrant and flowering in the darkness of the night. There beside the altar the night birds perch, serenading them, their music filling the night with a sensual sound. 

He steps back from her and bows low, His one hand still grasping hers He rises and smiles. He then pulls her to him once more and they dance in the moonlight in the garden of the Goddess, twirling about under the stars knowing their destiny will be filled tonight. She belongs to Him, with Him, just as He belongs to her... Her Master has come for her...

She dances close to Him, the beat of His heart real to her now as she feels it against her own chest... He moves about the garden, the secret place filled with the scent of flowers and the dew of the night sparkles around them from the glow of the moon. He leads her closer and closer to the altar as they dance. His eyes drinking her in, her smile warming his heart from a cold he has felt forever there. She fills him with her soul as they dance...

He feels her shiver as they spin about in the night. The stars and moon above them glowing, bathing them in a wondrous light. He slows and pulls her closer now, His eyes staring deep into hers he smiles... They stop and with one hand holding the back of her hair, he pulls her head back gently. He leans into her and whispers to her to open her eyes, as her eyelids flutter open he looks down. He feels himself start to fall into them. Her deep brown eyes full of golden sparkles, she tugs at his heart with all she does... Her laugh so sweet her fragrance is that of the night, it wafts up and he inhales her. She belongs to him this night and him alone. 

She smiles up into His eyes, the hunger in them reflected in her own. She stands her body held tight by him now, her breath catching in her chest as she feels the shudder of passion run through her. She feels the fire burning inside of her and the moist wetness of her desires causes her to move slightly as he holds her ever tighter. He has her soul in his hands this night... her body aches as she feels the fever growing inside of her. He stands and as he looks at her the urge to kiss her lips overcomes him. He leans down to her and his lips crush onto hers, the need so strong and overwhelming. 

Her lips feel his tongue as it pushes between them into her mouth, her own tongue anxious to taste him as well. They are lost in the sounds of the night, the moans that come from them mingle with the night birds scattered about. She feels lightheaded the deep kiss seeming to take the very breath from her chest as they clutch at each other, her strength seeming to ebb away, he feels her go slack in his arms. 

As he pulls away from her he gazes upon her face in the moonlight. There is no mistaking the deep ache that comes with looking at her. He loves this woman, she has belonged to him always. The search for her has taken him through many lifetimes. He glances behind him and then turns slowly with her still held in his arms. He leads her to the altar behind them and gently lifts her, his hands about her waist. 

Once pulled from his lips she catches her breath and as she is lifted up she feels the churning inside of her deepen... His hands so strong, his luscious kisses have taken her heart. It has always belonged to him... Her search has carried her through lifetimes of dismal longing. Now finally she is at home in his presence. 

Her heart is given to him willingly and he knows... He knows that she belongs to him and their fate has been told this night as they share this place and time. A lifetime of longing and loving and searching has brought them here together and this is where they will see the dream come true. 

He stands before her as she sits now on the altar. His eyes searching hers as his hands reach to his waist and unclasp the sword he wears there. Then lowering it to the ground he stands and moves close to her once more. His hands reach up and gently brush her cheek. The warmth of hand to cheek evenly matched, it is as if they share a fever, one that has burned for eons inside of them. His hands come lower and brush over her bare shoulders, he feels her tremble as they do. She gasps softly as the touch of his hands on her skin cause the churning to boil now. 

The wind whispers about them now, the night birds singing seems to disappear with the breeze... The moon now shines high above them shrouded in a mist. They gaze into each others eyes now, the look they share speaks volumes in its silence, and they seem caught in the moment time frozen as they dream in the night. 

The sudden cry of a nighthawk cuts through the secret garden glen and they come back from the trance they have fallen into. He reaches down and his hands unlace the bodice of her dress. Her chest heaves heavier with each pull of his fingers. Her eyes never leaving his face, she watches him as he unveils her. He slides the lacey sleeves from her shoulders and her ample breast heave in the moonlight as they are freed from their confines. His hands reach for them and she closes her eyes as his hands squeeze them and grasping them gently pulls her closer to him.

Her own hands now reach out for his shirt and unbutton it slowly as he watches her. Her fingers slowly work their way down and once she reaches his waist she looks up at him. Her tongue peeks from between her luscious full lips and a smile slides across them, a wickedly sinful smile it is. As his hands gently knead her breasts she slips her hands about his waist and pull him closer now...

She pulls him to her and lays her cheek to his chest, she inhales deeply , his scent filling her nose. She feels the tickle of his chest hairs against her cheek as she hugs him to her burying herself in the warmth of him, her hands slipping slowly behind him tighter now. She feels the twitch of his growing as they meld together beneath the stars. She feels as if they are flying through the night sky, His heart and hers beat in unison now, she feels his against her cheek. 

His hand reaches up and pulls grasps her silky hair, gently pulling her back he looks down in her ace and sees the sparkle in her eyes from the stars and moon, He bends low and his lips brush hers... Her hands reach out and caress the growing bulge between them. He is real, she has felt before in her sleep and even in her waking hours at times... A need and want and desire that has simmered waiting for this time. Her fingers grip his manhood caught in its confines and he moans and his chest heaves deeply. His hand in her hair tightens and she herself moans.

He gently pulls back and whispers to her making her laugh softly, his other hand grasps her soft breasts and as he kneads it her hands grasp at his pants fumbling to release him to taste... Once freed his manhood jerks between them in the night air and she looks at him with eyes that burn with a deep passion and desire. One she has dreamed of in her sleep for so long. She gasps as he pulls her towards it. Her heart more than willing but her mind lost in the lust and the night. 

She reaches out with trembling hands and strokes him, his manhood twitches at her touch. She glances up at him and sees his smile, his eyes closed and his face angled upward the moon shining on his face, he is her Master...Her One...finally they have come together. She lowers her head and her hand strokes his manhood, her lips reach out and kisses it softly. She feels at once his need and the need inside of her seems to explode. 

He pulls her to him with a strong hand and as he kisses the top her head her fingers grip his manhood. He pulls her mouth over his manhood, she gasps as he fills her mouth and throat, savoring the taste of him she moans low. Her eyes alive with passion she feels between her own legs the wetness of her own desires seep from her swollen lips... her eyes ease closed as she savors the taste of him now.

With one hand holding her hair the other traces down her back, his fingertips sending shivers through her as she sucks at him greedily. So hungry for the taste of him her mind lost in the moment. His hips begin to move towards her and back again, the movements involuntary, the pleasure growing beyond believe with each stroke of her lips and tongue as she pleasures him now. His hand tightens in her hair and his hips push at her harder. She moans with each stroke and she wiggles about her own excitement growing intense as well.

He feels himself needing release, the pent up hunger of a lifetime ready to explode... He grips her tighter still and thrust deep into her throat. Her hands move about him and she grasps at the naked flesh of his buttocks as he thrusts his manhood ever deeper inside of her. She too feels his need, and craves the taste that comes to her soon. She feels his hips tighten under her touch now, she feels the pain of his grip tighten in her hair and she moans, knowing the time has come... Then as she moans and her lips stroke up and down on his manhood, she tastes him. His essence filling her already full mouth she swallows greedily all of him. He moans into the night a she sucks from him his very life it seems... 

He stands still, his grasp her on her still tight as he empties all he has deep inside of her. She devours every drop of him, greedily she sucks at him, her hunger sated but still wanting more. His warm essence fills her belly now, she moans and wiggles about the inside of her thighs wet from her own passion. His grasp on her relaxes and he looks down as he pulls her head away from him now. She looks up at him her moist lips tempting him to bend down and kiss her...softly and gently his lips and hers touch. Weak from the throes of passion he looks at her and feels the hunger growing inside of him once more, he needs her taste as well...

With both hands he lowers her back onto the altar now, the song of the night birds still floating about in the breeze. She lays back under the moon his hands guiding her. His hand runs under her skirt, his fingertips tickling their way up her leg... As they tickle up her inner thigh he feels her wetness. He pulls them back from underneath her skirt and raises them to his lips, his tongue tastes her there and he moans and feels the need inside of him grow still greater. His hands moves back to where it came from and he inches on toward the source of this sweet nectar.

She stretches out a bit, her moans resonating from deep inside of her now, her eyes closed to the night sky she gasps for breathe as his fingers find their way to her place of pleasures... As they find their way to her swollen lips she wiggles about and he leans down over her whispering in her ears, kissing her there. His need great now, he struggles to remove the binding material from about her, she wiggles as he pulls and he frees her finally. 

Laying in the moonlight upon the stone of the altar she feels not coldness but warmth... With the stars winking above her, the fragrance of the Goddess seeming to fill the air about them with passion, she feels his hands part her legs and she moans begging him... Begging him for his touch... He smiles down at her and moves his fingers between her swollen lips, the wetness dripping from them as they tease her. She wiggles about his touch igniting passion held back for ages. He leans down and suckles her breast, first one then the other. His fingers tickling at her wet slit. She hears nothing in the night now but the sound of her own heart as it beats in her ears... 

He moves her about until she lays on the edge of the stone altar, then he leans down, his hands parting her legs and his lips kissing gently up the inside of her thighs... she moans and stretches out, her hands reaching for something to hold to she touches the warm stone beneath her and tries to hold on. His lips finally reach her soft mound and they kiss it, her swollen wet lips glistening with her own dew... He runs his tongue over them and she shivers deep and hard. He licks his lips craving the taste of her that is there. He slips his hands under her hips and her legs fall apart a bit wider. He looks at this place of pleasure she secrets away from the world, she belongs to him...all of her belongs to him. He feels the power of the ages as it grows now inside of him. 

He leans down and his lips part, his tongue reaches out and tastes her, darting between her lips she trembles beneath him and he grasps her hips tight in his hands as he tastes her now. His tongue dips inside and he is rewarded with more and more of her nectar, she shudders and her hips arch up towards him as he gently laps at her, drinking her in. The taste of her so sweet and luscious... the longing he has had so long now filled. He feels his manhood grow once more as he feeds from her. He feels her shuddering as his lips suck from her nectar now... her body stiffens as she explodes now, his lips and tongue driving her over the edge. She moans louder and the sounds of her pleasure fill the night about them. 

He sucks from her until he feels her go weak beneath him, he reaches down and touches his own manhood, now swollen and in need of more of her. He stands up straight now, looking down upon her. His one hand stroking himself the other reaches out and teases her swollen lips again, easing between them and inside of her. He stands stroking himself and playing inside of her, he feels her start to wiggle about almost instantly, ready for more of him herself she looks up at him and smiles. A lifetime of passion and desire needing to be sated tonight...

He knows he has to join with her, already they have consumed each others essence, and this is the step that will make them bound always. He looks down at her as she lies on the stone, the moon glistening over her milky skin, her eyes lit by the fire inside of her. She smiles at him and knows that their time has come to join as One... Already she is bound to him through her soul... The moon above them shines a bit brighter suddenly, the mist surrounding it floating off. The veil of clouds scattered about drift among the twinkling stars... He looks down at her, the moonlight shining upon her as she lays waiting for him.




Reunited and It Feels So Good



Reunited and It Feels So Good - Another Jamie and Andrea Tale

I walked away from my first girl on girl experience with a new perspective on my sexuality. Meeting Jamie was not only exciting, but I had finally satisfied my bi-curiosity.

Jamie was on my mind constantly, and admittedly, I masturbated a few times thinking about her. It had only been a few weeks since we met, but I found myself checking my phone every time it rang praying I'd see her number, and then early one morning, it was there!

"Hi. It's Jamie." She said.

I felt a tingle in my belly and my throat tighten. I knew she'd call, but when she did, it was like those feelings you get when you have a high school crush.

"Hey. I was thinking about you. How are you?" I replied.

"Great. Work sucks but that"s not why I called. I'm heading out for a meeting at that hotel in about an hour and was wondering if you'd like to meet me at lunch time?"

As soon as she said the words, I could feel myself getting excited. I squeezed my legs together and felt a familiar twitch. It was almost like a light switch. I heard her voice and I melted. I quickly checked my calendar. All clear.

"Sure. I can get away today. Where and what time?"

She gave me the details, and we hung up the phone. I immediately began to plan my day around what I knew would be a fun lunch hour. I dressed carefully and paid special attention to my bra and panty choice.  For some reason, I wanted to impress her.

As I was dressing, I wondered just how adventurous she might be, so I went into my "toy" box and thought I'd bring some things to play with if she were up to it and the opportunity presented itself. I threw a few select items in a small bag and finished getting ready for work.

Just as I was about to leave my husband asked.

"Who was on the phone?"

"Remember Jamie? She wants to get together for lunch." I told him with a little smile.

"Oh yea. I remember Jamie." He smiled back thinking how great I fucked him the first time I met her.

"Enjoy and I'll see you later."

Twelve thirty couldn't come soon enough. I watched the clock obsessively. As I sat at my desk, I remembered her little pushed up nose, cute little smile and her long brown hair. I thought about how the curls at the bottom swept across her perky tits and how soft they felt in my hands. And, of course, that beautiful, smooth pussy. 

By 10:30 I was crazy thinking about her. Things were quiet so I told my assistant I had to run out to my car and make a private call. I had no idea where I was headed, but quickly left and jumped in my car. I needed to be alone. It was a hot summer day, but my windows were tinted, and I turned on the A/C. I drove around to the back of the lot and pulled in under a tree. 

My seats were finally beginning to feel cool under my bare legs. I pushed the seat back as far as it would go and lowered the back. I don't know what came over me, but with just enough room to spread my legs, I quickly started to rub myself. First outside my panties but as I touched myself I realized there was no going back. 

I was crazed thinking about Jamie.  I was oblivious to anything around me as I pulled the crotch aside and touched myself. Dipping my middle finger in the opening and then tickling my clit, it was seconds before I felt the explosion. 

My heart pounding, I quickly collected myself and got back to my desk. A little redder in the face, all I could do was try and concentrate as I waited out the last hour. 

It was finally time to leave and my heart raced as I drove to the hotel. I wasn't sure what to expect or how things would be between us but all I know is by the time I arrived and parked my car, I was at a sexually fevered pitch I can't explain. 

I knocked at her door and when she answered I was immediately taken back to our last meeting. She was as adorable as I remembered and appeared even sexier to me than the last time.

Her look and smile told me everything. 

"I missed you." She said.

I stepped toward her and put my arms around her waist and simply said "Me too."

I felt electrified as I brushed my lips across hers and then she leaned forward and kissed me hard. I opened my mouth to taste her. Her tongue was delicious, and we began kissing wildly. I grabbed her waist and pulled her toward me sensing I didn't have to be shy this time. 

My hands explored her eagerly. She was fantastic. My desire for her was almost untamed, but I held back so I could savor each moment. 

She reached for me and unbuttoned my blouse.  My nipples were hard and I could feel them pressing against my bra. I unzipped and removed her dress. Then my skirt was on the floor. She stood before me in a black lace bra and boy-cut panties. The curve of her bottom poked out of her panties and I couldn't control my desire to touch her. I caressed her ripe apple ass and heard her moan deeply in her throat.

My hand then slipped down the front of her panties and she opened her legs slightly to let me feel her. I rubbed her gently with just my finger and then pulled her panties down and tossed them aside. I was kneeling in front of her and began to kiss her. 

Her pussy was exactly as I remembered - trimmed and sweet. Her little lips holding her clit like petals. I pressed myself between her thighs and began to lick her slowly and feather-like at first and then more eagerly gently sucking her clit. 

I continued to explore her and my tongue gently found its way inside her. Although I was still very much a novice, I was sure to give and take as her body rhythm spoke to me. It took moments before her hips began to grind and her breathing became shallow. I followed her lead licking more quickly but was sure not to overwhelm her pleasure. 

As I sucked and licked her some more, she grabbed the back of my head telling me to enjoy her. She started rocking her ass faster and faster then held the back of my head pressing herself against my mouth.  She burst, crying out, my face buried in her wetness.

She was breathing hard and after a moment, pulled me to her, and we began to kiss again. Jamie reached around and unhooked my bra. 

"I love your tits." She said.

She pinched and rolled my nipple between her fingers and my pussy began to throb. I arched my back and she pinched a little harder. 

"Get rid of your panties." She whispered.

I threw them on the floor and crawled up beside her. Jamie cupped my breast and then bent her head to suck my nipples. She tongued each of them and then took my areola into her mouth. I was soaking wet and knew I couldn't hold it together much longer. 

She took her mouth from my tits and then slid down the bed looking into my eyes as she maneuvered south. I opened my legs and she pushed her middle finger inside me. As her finger slipped in, I felt my tunnel suck it in gently. 

"Oh my God." I cried softly.

I lifted my hips to meet each in and out stroke. She pulled out her finger and giggled.

"Mmmm." She said as she sucked my wetness off "Delicious."

Then she bent her head between my legs. She took her tongue and tickled it near my ass then licked forward through my wet lips and up over my clit. 

I knew her face was covered in my juices turning me on even more. I was losing control and wanted release. I began shaking my hips so my pussy danced on her tongue. Faster and faster matching my motion she licked me until I came uncontrollably grabbing onto the sheets.

We had no idea what time it was or if our lunch hour was over.

She checked her watch and said. "Wow. It's late." "Let's not wait for another meeting to see each other. How about lunch again next week?"

"Yes." I replied. "Tuesday. My treat." 

"Andrea?" She said with a sly smile. "What's in the bag?"



Reunited, and It Feels So Good...



He pulled into the driveway of his dad's house, and sat in the car. He didn't want to come home from the summer, but the breakup with Ashley forced him to. He had no where else to go, and figured home would be his best bet. He could work, and save up money and be good to go come September, but living with his parents made him angry. He didn't like it for the 18 years he did live with them, but now, it was just his dad. His parents had split a few months ago, his mom ran off with some other guy. He figured it wouldn't be so bad, being just his dad and his sister, given that it was mainly his mom that had made his life so miserable before. He sighed, and got out of the car, grabbing his duffel bag from the back seat, and heading to the front door. He walked in the house, and was greeted by the cool air from the A/C and quietness.

"Hello?" he called out. He heard movement upstairs, and someone coming down the stairs.

"Ryan! Oh my god, you're finally home!" his sister, Kara exclaimed, embracing him in a hug. "Its been too long, you never come to visit!"

"Yea, well I'm home for 4 months, you'll get sick of me. Dad home?" Ryan asked.

"No, he went out with some buddies, still get over everything. I for one am happy mom left, she was such a bitch, I can't believe dad put up with that for almost 30 years."

Ryan nodded and sighed as he sat down at the breakfast bar. Kara pranced around the kitchen, and Ryan watched her. 'She's grown up, she is definitely not that 16 year old anymore,' he thought. At 18, Kara had grown into a nice woman. Perky breasts, nice tan legs, and her long, flowing brown hair made the look. She looked nothing like their mother, more like their dad, all having simple brown eyes, brown hair, tall and slender. It fit nicely with Kara, and Ryan found himself admiring her beauty. 

"Are you hungry?" Kara asked, pulling Ryan out of his own mind.

"Uh, yea. What do we have?" he said, shaking his head, 'she is your sister man, get it together,' he thought. But she was stunning. And Ryan had gone through a breakup, and before that, hadn't gotten laid in over a month. He was almost desperate. 'Fuck!' he thought, 'I can't do that.' -- Later that evening, after dinner, and family conversation, Ryan made his way up to his old room. Thankfully, nothing had changed much. He made the bed and laid down, staring at the ceiling. His dad had gone to bed shortly before him, and he thought Kara was going to bed too. 'She is so fucking hot, her boobs have grown too,' Ryan thought too himself. 'Looks like she has been working out a bit too, I wonder if she has a boyfriend. He is one lucky son of a bitch, getting to fuck her! Wait, what the fuck, I can't think of my sister like that. It's too wrong, But fuck, I have to get laid. Maybe I'll call Tommy's ex, she is pretty hot, and always a slut,' Then Ryan heard a soft knock on his door.

"Ryan, you still awake?" Kara asked in the most innocent voice Ryan had ever heard.

"Yea, come in," Ryan said as he sat up. He looked down, and took a sigh of relief and thanked that he didn't have a hard on. Kara walked in and Ryan looked at her; she wore a white tank top, and pink pajama shorts that practically showed off her pussy and had her ass hanging out, her hair was down, and curled softly along her face. She was beautiful, and Ryan had to use every self of control to not throw her on the bed, or to not get a hard on.

"What's up?" Ryan asked, as Kara sat on his bed.

"I just can't sleep is all, guess I'm just really happy to have you home," she said, "its been hell living here with mom, without you. You always used to protect me. I knew you had to get out, but I kind of resented you for leaving me here."

"Well, I'm here now, and mom is gone, so lets try to make the most of it," he said, pulling her in for a hug.

"I hope we can be close again, like before, I miss that," Kara got closer to Ryan. He had to take a deep breath to restrain himself. 

'Does she want this too?' he thought, 'no man, you're fucking crazy!' 

Kara looked up at Ryan, and something in her eyes, the way she looked at him made him lose all self control. He pulled her face up to his, and kissed her. A deep, passionate kiss. And Kara didn't resist. 'She does want this!' he thought. He wrapped her hair around his fingers, and pulled her under him as he got on top over her, never breaking their kiss. Ryan found himself kissing down her neck, and into her cleavage, as Kara moaned softly. Ryan's hand slipped under her shirt and began to play with her boobs, still kissing her all around. Taking off her shirt, Ryan looked at Kara's face, and seen lust in her eyes. She smiled softly, and Ryan kissed her, moving down her neck to her boobs, and then down her stomach to her shorts. He hooked his fingers around them and pulled them off, Kara lifting her hips, granting him. Ryan noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties, and was amazed at how wet her pussy was, clean and shaven. He parted her legs, and sniffed her delicious pussy. Ryan licked it softly, and Kara's soft moan became louder; he smiled ravenously, and feasted himself on her pussy. 

"Fuck! Ryan, it feels so good! I knew you would be good at eating my pussy, fuck Ryan, don't stop!" she screamed in ecstasy. Ryan sucked and licked, using his tongue in every way he knew, and making up a few moves as he went. His sister tasted heavenly, and he couldn't get enough. His finger found her hole, and it slid in, Kara arched her back, welcoming it. 

"You taste so good, sis, holy fuck," Ryan said is a husky voice. 

"Fuck me Ryan, I want your cock inside me!" Kara said. 

Ryan got up and took off his boxers and tshirt and tossed them aside. He was hard, all eight inches of him erect. Kara smiled devilishly, as Ryan placed himself over her. Moving his cock up and down her pussy, he gently slide himself inside her. 'Holy fuck, you're so tight, it feels so good!" 

Kara pulled him down and kissed him, as Ryan pumped in and out of her. Her moans growing louder and louder, and Ryan's thrusts going faster and faster.

"Deeper, get that cock inside me, I want to feel all of you, fill me up brother! Fuck me!" she yelled. 

Ryan couldn't take much more, the deeper and faster he went, the closer he got to the edge. "I'm going to cum."

"I want to taste it, I want to taste you, and I want to taste me," Kara said. 

Ryan pulled out off her as Kara got on her knees. She held his cock to her mouth and licked the tip. Ryan almost came right there. Kara opened her mouth and he watched as his cock disappeared. "Holy fuck!" Kara sucked and stroked his cock, licking off all her pussy juices. Ryan was in amazement and ecstasy. Kara sucked on his cock, licking it clean, and then shoving it to the back of her throat, gagging on it. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fucking cum!" 

Kara smiled, and opened her mouth wider as she stroked and tugged his cock. Ryan almost lost consciousness as he watched cum spray all over his sisters face and in her mouth. She used her finger to wipe the cum off her face, and licked it clean. Ryan couldn't look away. She got up, and smiled at him. "I knew you would be a great fuck," she said.

"We can't say anything," Ryan said, breathing heavily.

"Don't worry. I've wanted this for a long time Ryan, you think I'll tell someone to ruin it. I don't think so, for the next four months, you are mine." Kara smiled devilishly. She was no longer the innocent, sweet girl Ryan remembered his sister to be. No, she was a slut, embracing her sexuality, and doing it with him. 

"I'm all yours," Ryan said.



Reunited...And It Feels So Good



Disclaimer: Okay, this is the story that I wanted to write before I wrote the Amber and Miriam ones. I had to change it just a bit but the essence of the story remains true. I reunited with my first love, the first girl that made me experience the joys of Sapphic sex. I would tell you how we met, how we got together the first time but all of that will be implied in the story. I want people to know that this story is about two 27 old women reuniting to love each other not just as BFFs or 'sisters', but the lovers that we were meant to be, I hope everyone enjoys it. 



Friday, Oct 16th (12 pm): 

I was on my lunch break working as a librarian assistant when I get a call on my IPhone. I saw Nay's name and I immediately smiled as I answered, "Sis! What do I owe this pleasurable day that to get a call from you?"

Reneé exclaimed, "Girl, stop actin' so 'bougie'! I know you're at work and all but I need to talk to you for a minute."

 I asked, "Is everything okay?" 

She said, "Everything is good. I just wanna spend time with my sis. I told Sam that I miss my 'sis' and I wanna spend the weekend with you." 

I wisecracked, "No one told you to become an old married woman at a young age. The only 'Girl's Night Out' you have these days is with Ruthie and Essie. *Chuckles* BTW, are you bringing those adorable 'nieces' of mine?" 

"No," she said, "I want a 'Ladies' Weekend' with you." 

I again wisecracked, "Aight, now!"

She whined, "Stop it, Bun! Seriously, we have a lot to catch up on and I need a break right now."

("Bun" is short for "Bunny" which is the nickname she has called me ever since I was 10 because of the size of my ears.)

I asked with concern, "Are you sure everything is good with you, Nay?" 

She told me, "I am fine."

I could hear the apprehension in her voice when she asked, "So do you want me to come down or do you have other plans?" 

I told her, "I was going to carve some pumpkins for Halloween but I will do it next weekend. I might be single but my life is boooooring! Still, I will always make time for you."

 "Good", she said. "Carving pumpkins? What you should do is paint them 'flesh pumpkins' of yours and use 'em as Halloween decorations outside. No one would ever forget Halloween if you did this!" 

She laughed out loud and laughing with her, I cracked, "Shut your mouth! You are too much, girl. Leave 'Lanita' and 'Regina' alone. Like a good witch, I only use my 'powers' and 'charms' for good. You just bring your tall, big ol' booty over, aight?"

 "Yes, ma'am", she joked, "I'll be at Casa De Syreata at 7:30."

 "Perfect", I said with another genuine smile adding, "I love you, 'Sis'." 

"I love you more, 'Bun'", she said and then she hung up.

After I finished my lunch break, the rest of day was as uneventful as a day in the library can be. I helped out patrons, catalogue CDs and books and then I finished my day. Sophie invited me to dinner but I told that I would have to take a "rain-check" because I had other plans. She understood and we said good-bye to each other.

 I drove home with more enthusiasm and energy than I normally do because most Fridays I want to sleep in my bed. I am not the party club person that I used to be. Like I said, my life is boring these days. I don't get to see Reneé in person as often as like so this is a treat. 

I admittedly had concern because one thing I could say about her is that she has the life of a young woman who a lot of hetero women would be jealous of. She's a great wife to Sam who excels at being a stay at home mom. She did put her dream of owning a hair beauty salon and I always wondered if she was really happy doing that but I knew she loved her family. So my biggest red-flag was that she would never leave Ruthie and Essie or come see me without them. Nevertheless, I always looked forward to seeing her. 

It was a long time since we hung out the way she said she wanted and I most definitely missed her. Whatever troubled her, she would eventually tell me and I would be there listening to her without condemnation as she would for me. I got home and the first thing I did was take off my clothes so that I could shower. I turned on my IPhone playlist because the sound of music and water pouring me relaxes me like nothing else. 

I got out, dried myself off, put perfume spray and deodorant on and then put baby powder on "the girls" because they will smell musky if I don't. I know that's ETMI but I keeps it 100. I debated putting on another bra especially I wore on all day. But I loved the new bras I got from Miriam so I wore on my comfy soft cup 36Ms instead of the 34Ms. 

Then I put on my red boy-short panties and finally, my pajama pants. I'm ready. The doorbell rings. I'm surprised that she didn't call me so that I could answer the door for her.

 I answered it and exclaimed, "Nay, you're here! Come in, come in! You didn't bring a lot of suitcases so I guess everything is okay."

 "Always with jokes," she said smiling. "I love you too. Can I put my stuff in the guest room?" 

I answered, "I'll put it in there. You can unpack whenever you like. Relax. There is some red wine and food. You know where the fridge is." 

She went to the fridge and I took the opportunity to take her all in. Sisterly thoughts weren't the only thoughts I was having concerning her. First of all, even in the story I wrote about Miriam I've never described how she looks: She's 5'11" with cocoa brown skin, attention-commanding dark brown eyes, full pouty lips, and shoulder length thick dark brown hair. She also has long thick legs, a small waist with a lot of hips and ass. She has the kind of ass that had me masturbating many nights of her sitting on my face while eating her pussy. 

 Lastly but certainly not least since I am a "breast-girl", she's no longer the 32B that she barely filled out before Ruthie and Esther. Now she fills out a 36F. They're pendulous but are nice and full. Not to mention, I love her speaking voice. It's soft, husky with a sing-song melodic lit especially when she's happy. 

However, I didn't want to just ogle her. I was here to enjoy her company for the next 3 days. For the next 3 hours, we were talking, laughing and reminiscing over some of the great times we had together. Everything was normal, as normal as relationship as our relationship had morphed into since our high school days. 

Then it happened and what transpired has turned my once predictable world upside down. We were still listening to music which is one of the ways we bond because we're both music lovers. Ironically the song that was on at the time was Toni Braxton's "Let it Flow." Yes, my taste is that old school. We were sitting on the couch. 

We were done reminiscing when Reneé said, "This is why I came down here. I miss this. Hanging with you, you know." 

I agreed, feeling a bit tipsy from the red wine as I grabbed her hand. "I know, Reneé. Just like when we were younger." 

She clenched my hand before remarking in her wisecracking manner, "Not exactly, you know." 

I questioned, "What do you mean?" 

"You know what I mean," she countered. "Stop playin', Syreata! You know we've never talked about it." 

My response was, "Well you know why, right? What went on at ___ or ___ ________ Ave. stays at __ or ___ _______ Ave!" 

We both laughed. 

Then she said, "I always wondered would our lives would have been if I had not moved." 

I looked into her eyes and said, "We both went on the path that we were supposed to go. At least we didn't lose touch with each other. I love you, Reneé Maliah Rose-James."

 "I love you too", she said, "But you don't understand why I left my husband and two daughters to be here." 

She took a few seconds to pause, seemingly get her thoughts together. 

Then she furthered explained, "I do love Sam, you know. He's the father of my children. He's also intelligent and he's so selfless. Always putting me above himself and I am 95% sure than he is faithful to me."

I bantered, "You're only 95% trust him?" 

She shushed, "Girl, let me finish!" 

I jested laughingly, "Whatever!" 

She continued after our banter, "To be truthful, I wish he was unfaithful so that I could have an excuse to feel the way that I do. This wine isn't strong enough to help me say the things that I want to say" 

Standing up, she slowly took off her shirt and then her bra to expose her 36Fs with long hard erect nipples and delicious 4 inch wide areolas. My eyes widened a bit in disbelief not because I was in awe of their size but that she actually had the nerve to do this. She's the conservative one out of the two of us. 

Then she said with a smile in her melodic voice, "'Show and Tell' time, sweetie!"

I paused a bit before saying, "At your request." I proceeded to match her action. I heard a sharp intake of breath and a barely audible gasp. I saw her smile become brighter. 

She said, "Good girl! You really don't have any idea just how beautiful you really are. Don't you, Syreata? You have the most beautiful hazel eyes, Syreata Shaunaé Sanders. You hate that you have vitiligo but I always loved the contrasting hues of your skin. You're kind, loyal, funny, sweet, giving, and you're much more courageous than me. You were willing to come out as a lesbian and we grew up in the same community with similar experiences. I wish I had the nerve to do the same." 

 I asked in perplexed and puzzled disbelief, "What are you saying, Reneé?"

She seemed to avoid my question. 

Suddenly, as if her mind went to a faraway place, she started speaking in a low tone, "You know, after I moved, I wanted to start over. I was a new girl in a new environment. I was so scared. All I wanted to do was fit in. But believe me I struggled. I struggled real hard. Always found girls, females, women extremely irresistible, attractive, and gorgeous. I wanted to believe that I could hide but I was lying to myself because breasts, really large breasts, have always been my weakness. 

"You, of all people should know this. I missed 'us' so much. You just don't know! There was this girl named Yasmine, we called her Jazzie, Yasmine Santiago. She reminded me so much of you when we were all around that age. She was short with meat on her bones and big 'ol boobs just like you. What size were you when you when you was a senior in High School, 'Bun'?"

 I reluctantly yet proudly declared, "My true size back then was a 30JJ. Yep, a JJ Cup in UK sizing." 

Nay respond with enthusiasm, "That's right! You were that size back then. I remember all your growth experiences."

 I smiled again.

She continued, "Bun, you were big time temptation for me then. That's why for a while we had those awkward moments. I didn't know how to explain me wanting to be 'normal' and still wanting what we once had. I go to high school in a different part of the state and there is another big temptation named Jazzie. Her only 'crime' was being a threat to all my efforts to be hetero. 

"She was also a senior. She had 32GG boobs. [I raised my eyebrows in surprised approval] She was so proud of 'em always bragging about them. That's the reason why everyone knew her size and was rumored to be quite generous with sharin' 'em with other girls at school. One of our teachers, a female, was fired 'cuz she loved samplin' Jazzie's 'charms' as you like to say. When the 'da hood' found out, she was 'slut-shamed' so hard that her fam moved away to project her. It was so sad. I never saw her again. I used to have erotic fantasies of you comin' to my school as a student so that y'all could have a 'boob turf war' to see who could put the other in her place."

 I proclaimed, "That would have been fun!" 

"Hmmm-mmm," she enthusiastically agreed. 

Then she confessed, "I fingered my pussy all the time dreamin' of y'all two. With her rep though, that helped me stay far away from her and all potential lesbian experiences. That included college and there obviously many attractive hotties at Rutgers. I put my focus on succeeding in the books and no focus on the male gender. 

"Then I met Samuel and he became my 'escape'. Escape from all the questions: When are you going to find a good man? Do you like men? Don't you want to have children? I wasn't even 20 and out of college yet when I first started getting those questions. So I didn't do this to intentionally hurt Sam. He really is a good man and any hetero woman would love to have him. Yet I love women. Big breasted women and it is your fault, Bun! You corrupted me, Boo."

I barbed with lighthearted sass, "Don't blame me for your perverted ways!" 

A duet of laughter ensued. 

A few seconds passed before I asked the one question that I want to ask her ever since she told this bombshell that has truly baffled my mind because this came out of left-field, "But you chose to play for 'The Other Team', though. I understand why. What I want to know is why are you're telling me this now? Reneé, I love you too but you're a married woman now and to a man at that." 

There was a pregnant pause as she seemed to ponder my question. Then she nodded with her eyes closed before looking intently at me. 



She answered, "Like I said, Syreata, I was scared, confused and the last thing I wanted to do was pull you into my confusion. All I knew was that you went on with your life after us. I was just happy to still be your 'sis' though I still loved you. If I got caught out there with another girl or if I came out, I would have to explain. To my family and that meant this would've involved you. I couldn't do that to you. I loved you too much and when you came out all the way, I was still in my denial phase and then I got caught with up Sam after that. You have no idea how jealous seeing you with other girls and women but I had to deal. I made my bed, you know. I'm tired of lying in this bed and lying to myself. All to deny the struggle I have had for so long. I always loved you and I want to show how much I love you now."

She had with tears in her eyes when she finished what she told me. It pained me to see her pain which I could see vividly in her eyes. I scooted over to her on the couch.

 I whispered to her, drying her tears with my hands, "It is okay. I love you too. I love you too." 

I looked up at her and we 'reunited' with a light, soft kiss. We pulled away, look into each other's eyes and did it again with more intensity this time. She was lightly fondling and rubbing the sides of my breasts while I was rubbing her lower back. We kissed some more, then I pulled away, stood up to lead her to my bedroom. We took off the last bit of clothing we had and threw them on the floor. 

I was going to take the initiative as the "experienced one" and make love to her but she stopped me and said, "No, Syreata. Let me show you how much I love you." 

She kissed me again. On my lips, then my right earlobe and down my neck. Every kiss was soft but with intent and purpose. I could smell wine on her breath. Down past my neck-bone, my breastbone to "Lanita" and "Regina" which as all of you know is my "nicknames" for my breasts. 

She paused and went to her knees when she got to them and actually whispered, "I can't wait to worship y'all again." 

Her voyage began with holding up "Nita"(my left breast) with both hands, bouncing them in her hands playfully to get use to its girth and heft. Then a kiss followed. More soft kisses followed. Reneé licked my nipple, then around the areola before retreating to the nipple.

I moaned, "Do that Nay! Do that!"

 "I see 'Nita's' getting so hard and 'she's' such a big beautiful girl", she whispered happily

After another 3 quick licks of the nipple, she put her in her mouth; slow and soft. Then I heard an audible exhale as she put as much of "Nita" as she could possibly could. She couldn't fit all of my areola in her full mouth. It wasn't for lack of effort! She continued to suck gradually harder and more deliberate before taking "Nita" out of her mouth as I moaned my delight as her efforts.

I delightfully continued to encourage her, "Jesus, Reneé, that mouth of yours! Suck that tit!"

Then she took it out and slapped her chin twice with it as if she was punishing herself for surrendering to her carnal desires. 

However, she gleefully declared, "I could do this all day!" 

We both smiled at each other. 

She slapped her chin a couple more times. She licked around the areola some more before going back to more suction style sucking. 

"Mmm", she moaned as she was sucking.

 I felt shivers enjoying every moment. 

Backing away for air, she looked at "Regina" which is my right boob. 

I lifted "her" asking Nay, "You want 'her'?"

 Instead, she whispered in a taunting sing-song voice, "Awww, 'Gina' is so 'jelly' (jealous) right now. She's used to getting all the attention being 'the bigger twin'. You gotta wait your turn, boo!" 

She blew on "Gina", giving "her" a loving peck on the nipple and promised, "There's more where that came from, babe!"

 I whispered closing my eyes, "Shit!" 

Reneé lifted my left tit back up with her hands to give her more licking of my nipples before more areola sucking. Loud popping sounds came from her slow sucking. She took it out of her mouth and smacked her chin again. Nay gave it another lick on the nipple before sucking my areola hard again. 

Finally, my "sister" and lover held it with her right hand and said, "I had fun with you. Now it's your 'bigger twin's turn'!"

She gave it a slap on the side before she switched over to "Gina". With 2 hands, she bounced my left boob just as she did with the right getting used to its heft. 

"Shit, you're a heavy one." she shamelessly quipped as she continued to bounce it in her two hands. 

My Reneé proceeded with her slow, gentle kisses to the nipple. She gave my right boob more thorough quick licks, then around the around the areola slowly. She did this 3 times. 

I muttered, "My God, Reneé!"

Then she sucked with the same passion and effort as she did the first time with "Lanita" going as deep as she possibly could into her full pouty mouth. Several seconds of that, she put her right hand underneath "Gina" to hold her up and she patted my tit flesh 3 times with her left before she gave my nipple two more kisses. 

She couldn't resist talking to "her" again, "You like that?" 

Then she laughed. She slapped her chin then she rubbed her face, letting "Gina" have her way with her. I had never seen her so animated and excited. She was in boob worship heaven, taking both nipples pulling on them. Using them as leverage to lift them up, she made them drop slapping my stomach with both of my boobs while we were still sitting on my bed. She did this 4 times. Then I decided to lean forward so that they could dangle and hang. She slapped them with both hands which went on for 10 seconds. I sat back down and let her admire them some more. 

In her reverent whispering husky melodic tone, she said, "You always had a lot of boobs, but my God, Bun! What da hell do you feed them monsters?" 

I told her teasingly, "Stop playing! You know I need implants, girl!." 

 "Ha! Ha! Ha! I'm serious, Syreata. I'm the mother of the two of us, older by 9 months and much taller than you [Me: I'm only about 4'8"] but you're the one with all this," 

She squeezed my boobs together to form its long, deep cleavage after finishing her sentence.

 I quipped, "Like you're tiny and flat. You weren't a 36F when you were 14 or even 22. My darling god-children grew you out a bit." 

Another duet of laughter ensued as I held up and juggled her tits in shameless worship. 

"And those nipples of yours could poke someone's eye out," I further proclaimed. 




Reunited...And It Feels So Good



Reneé blushed then proclaimed, "Can you believe I was actually a 38G Cup when I had Essie?" 

I told her, "Oh yeah. I remember quite well. You looked like a fertility goddess, Nay." 

I chuckled. 

She chuckled along with me and commented, "Breast-feeding is something else, made 'em sag a bit more but at least I got some finally unlike when we were younger." 

I exclaimed, "You got more than 'some', believe me."

We both smiled at each other again and she started shaking them before she went back to her assault of mine. This time, she pulled my nipples, both nipples, making my tits "clap". Several times she did this. She gave 3 soft tugs of nipple pulling as this was making my pussy pulsate. 

Then she had the nerve to ask them, "What size are y'all now?" 

She was that gone over my tits.

 I answered for them, "I thought I told you."

 Nay was ruefully affirmative while continuing to play with my tits, "No you didn't. In August, you said that you couldn't fit your bras anymore and was going to a fitting in Delaware to get your accurate size. I was with Sam on vacation. Remember? I so wanted to see them in all of their glory and know their new size. And you never told me how that went. You used to tell me these things back in the day, you know? Even after I got married you would tell me." 

I conceded remembering, "You're right. I didn't tell you because I didn't think you were interested. I was wrong about a lot of things concerning you, boo." 

Another duet of laughter between us as I continued, "You know my last size was a 32LL, right?" 

She nodded.

I blew her mind further, "Well, now I am a 34M now." 

Her eyes widened. She seemed out of words, mainly wisecracks like she normally does, for one of the few times that I have known of her. 

I just smiled at her as I saw her try to get her composure together which was so cute.

After a few seconds, she said, "My sweet lil 'Bunny' has to carry all of this around every day," 

She had a smile in her voice all the while still juggling and bouncing my tits. She held them up and kissed my nipples again. She let them go and I held them up my right forearm, cradling them so she could kiss my cleavage. I switch from my forearm to my hands, bouncing them in rhythm until I separated them to form a "valley" so that she could put her beautiful cocoa face in between them. I rubbed, squeezed and rubbed again both sizes of her face. 

I taunted her, "I could crush you with all this, my sweet. Smother you to death or plain give you a beat-down with 'em. Motorboat them thangs, girl! Shove your face in between my huge boobies!"

 She did, making moans of delight.

 I felt her breath on my breastbone as I rubbed them on her face, before squeezing them on her face. 

She made more delightful moans. 

 I commanded cheerfully, "Mmm, yes. Smother your beautiful face, baby! Lose yourself in between my huge soft tits, girl!" 

She whispered, "This feels so good! I needed this. I dream of this all the time and now I here doing it!" 

I kept motorboating while urging her, "Worship those tits, baby! Worship 'em!"





And she was doing just that. I let her back up so that I could haunch up and squeezed "Lanita" and "Regina" with my hands from the sides so that I put my nipples and areolas in her face. She responded by more licks on both nipples and areolas. She fell into my breasts while audibly mumbling something that I didn't understand. Her antics amused and turned me on even more. 

She looked at my facial expression and explained as she gestured her head toward my breasts, "I gotta talk to 'em. I love 'em. Always have, and if you didn't know this, you gotta know now. So let me feast some more."

I smiled and said, "Feast then, my beautiful one."

 She went back to enjoying herself a little more of "Lanita" and "Regina"; licking, sucking, kissing and blowing on my nipples. She pulled my nipples again with firmer grip before blowing on them. She licked my areolas before kissing them again. She did this twice. 

Finally, with a visual expression of reluctance, she whispered to them, "As much as I enjoy y'all and as much as your 'mama' enjoys me spending time all this time with y'all, I wanna reintroduce myself y'all "other sister." 

She give them one more kisses before gesturing to me to lie down on my back, looked into my hazel eyes soulfully and said, "You don't mind, beautiful?"

 "Not at all," I said with anticipation. 

With my approval, she smiled and proceeded to plant soft, gentle kisses on my stomach. She kissed my belly button, and then licked it which made me laugh because I am ticklish there. 

She did it again, as if she loved watching me squirm in delight and anticipation for what she would do next. She gave me another smile as she lifted my short thick legs and kissed both of my calves before deliberately kissing my thighs. Then she spread my thighs to kiss in between them alternating between both of them. Again, I squirmed and moaned in delight. She moved further up my thighs before she reached my pussy. 

She paused before saying, "Mmm!!! You smell so good and you're wet as hell. Just like when we were younger. Some things never change." 

I growled at her, "Stop talking so much, girl."

 "You're always been so impatient, girl", she remarked with a smile before I felt a gentle tentative lick on my outer labia. 

Then I felt more confident licks before I felt her mouth on it sucking slowly and gently. She let it linger on her mouth before letting go of it. She did it several times, gradually more and more pressure as she did this. Then she licked it again, before returning to her slow and gentle sucking. She skillfully continued to do this, taking her time as if she was enjoying hearing my moans. I could hear her moan as I felt her continue concentration on my outer labia. This went on for several minutes before I felt her tongue. 

I felt the tip of her tongue going slowly, like she was licking a lollipop before gradually increasing its speed. My clit was hurting with pleasure and then I felt her mouth on it sucking it slowly. Nice, slow and gentle she went. She was taking her time, yet slowly but surely increased the pressure on my clit. Again, I heard sounds as she sucked, just like with my breasts as she did this again and again. I sucked on Regina (right breast) softly, licking the nipple and then I put her as deep in my mouth as I could as Reneé continue to suck my clit.

 "Keep sucking my clit, Beautiful", I encouraged her lovingly. 

Then she put her tongue deep inside me. She has a long tongue. She can nearly touch the tip of her nose or the bottom of her chin. I have seen her do it for laughs. She was putting that long tongue of hers to good use. She went further and further hitting many of my spots. I felt so full and was feeling so much pleasure. She licked one of my spots and I started moaning and moaning. I could feel orgasmic waves until I came. But she wasn't finished as she was tasted cum. She went in and out, in and out as if she was fucking me with a dick. 

 I kept moaning, "Damn, Reneé! Fuck me with that long ass tongue! Eat my pussy out good!" 

Then I started using my forearms to make my tits banging together, making "clapping sounds."

I whispered, "Renee, don't stop! You're right there!" 

This seemed to have inspired her more. She kept fucking me with her long tongue before going back to my clit to suck for a few seconds and then back to plunging deep in my pussy with her tongue. A few more seconds of this technique was all that my poor pussy could take.

 I came hard, screamed her name and came on her face. My thighs were quivering, and I was panting hard and I lied on my back trying to catch my breath. She came up for air as she was using her fingers to wipe and lick cum off my face. She was smiling at me as I was trying to recover. 

She had the audacity to tease, "Did I do all that to you?" 

And to be laughing at that! It was such a beautiful sound, though. I couldn't hate. I had to smile back once my breathing slowed back to normal rate. 

I told her, "Girl, are you sure than I am the only girl you have ever done this with? Whew! Good Lord!" 

She laughed and then asked hesitantly as if she was a child seeking validation from her mother, "Was I really that good?" 

"Really, beautiful", I said with sincerity. "For that, you deserve a treat. Now lay down." 

She did as I commanded. 

I leaned over her face with my pendulous breasts dangling enticingly in her face and with commanding sass spoke, "I noticed that while you were spending quality time with 'Lanita' and 'Regina' that you liked slapping yourself with them. Is that correct?" 

She nodded her head. 

I started swinging them back and forth in her face, "Well, here's your 'reward' for loving on me like you did. Keep your fingers and hands off your pussy or I will stop!" 

She instead put her hands on her breasts squeezing and pulling her nipples, tugging them while I slapped her silly with my heavy pendulous touching breasts.

 I stopped and commanded her, "I told you, hands off!" 

She obeyed and for her "reward", I continued to swing my breasts, slapping her beautiful cocoa face. I bounced them off her face, she made sucking sounds on them and I continue to keep doing this. 

I could tell she wanted to touch herself but I told her, "If you touch yourself one more time, I will tie you up!"

 I slowly rubbed them on her face, made my way to her breasts and rub mine again hers. Then I pulled back and went back to slapping her face with my boobs. I was going to tease her the way she teased me and she was going to enjoy it. Then I went back to her F Cups, proudly swinging my M Cups against them. Then I mashed them putting my hard nipples against hers. I rubbed and mashed them with my boob-flesh. All I can hear was quiet moans from her which compelled me to utter my moans. 

Her nipples were unbelievable hard and felt good on the softness of my boobs. I put my nipples on hers one more time then I proceed down to her stomach. I didn't lick her belly button like she did mine but I gave it several kisses. I rubbed "Lanita" and "Regina" on her stomach. I went in slow circular motions. I got off the bed so that I could reposition myself to be able to fun with her pussy. I missed her pussy as much as she missed mine and I was going to show her how much I missed it.

I kissed her long thick dark thighs, and then spread them wide. I kissed her inner thighs twice all while spreading her thighs further so that I could see her pussy better. I rubbed my left tit meat on her outer labia softly then I alternated with my right one. Reneé was so wet and ripe. I kissed her outer labia and went back to teasing it again alternating both of my breasts to do this. I took my time setting the pace to continue teasing her. I could hear her moaning as I did this so I continue to do it bit more. I could see in her face that she wanted to tell me to stop teasing her but she was in no mood to say anything other than loud moaning as she seemed to be in pleasure. 

I found her clit and I rubbed my right boob flesh against it. It was so hard. It became a jousting contest between my hard swollen right nipple and her swollen clit.

 I then "taunted" her, "Two against one!" 

I alternated my left nipple on her clit. She began to grind her clit against it, I took it away and then I positioned myself so that I could suck her clit. No teasing this time. I heard a moan as I suck softly. Then I gave more deliberate hard sucks which produced a whimpering sound, then some sobbing and then a scream of my name as I sucked her clit for several minutes. I showed her no mercy and she came a second time. 

I backed away from her and looked at her telling her, "My baby came hard twice. Well, there's more where that came from, my love."

I showed her that I am a girl of my word as I continued my attack on her clit by slowly rubbing my right nipple on it which induced more moaning from her. Again I put my face to her clit and begin to lick it slowly before I sucked it slowly and deliberately. I sucked it 4 times. Then I decided to put on my right pointer finger inside to finger her. I put two in and then finally 3 fingers deep inside. 

She moaned some more, a bit louder than before. I thought about "fisting" her but decided against it. I retreat my fingers and went back to licking her clit with the tip of my finger, this time fast. I put my mouth back on it and sucked it harder, increasing my pressure on it. I couldn't get enough of her beautiful pink pussy.

I backed my face away and told her to hump her pussy on "Lanita" and she eagerly obeyed. After several humps, she came again. She fell on her back while I rubbed on her wide hips to cool her down. After a few minutes, I slapped her hips to make her get up so that she could sit her big, full, wide cocoa ass on my face while I ate her out. She did as she was told again, and though she was heavy, I loved the feel of her ass on my face. 

She spread herself to give me access to her pussy. My tongue, though not as long as hers, went deep inside. In and out, then circular, then back to in and out. I went back to her clit, alternately licking and sucking it before I put my tongue deep in her pussy to fuck it again. 

She moaned even louder. 

Finally, I heard her say, "Fuck me, baby! Turn this pussy out, you beautiful huge titted slut! Eat my pussy out! I am fucking your beautiful dimpled freckled face with big ass and phat, juicy pussy! Good, your tongue feels so good inside!" 

I continued to eat her out. While doing this, she kept grind her ass in my face and her pussy on my tongue while it was on her spot. She held my tits for leverage to brace herself for the ride. She grinded her wet pussy as I continue to lick it like it was my last meal. Her moans continue to grow louder and louder. 

After a few minutes, she shouted, "FUCK! I AM GOING TO CUM YOUR PRETTY FACE! YOU HUGE TITTY HEIFER! SHITTTT! SYREEEEEETAAAAAAA!" 

She came like a waterfall on my face. I heard her panting for air. After this, I went on my right side, opened my legs so that I could lock mine with her and grind our pussies together. She grasped what I wanted to and she opened her long thick strong legs to receive me. Slow at first, off we went in the "scissors position" before gradually increasing our speed as if we were in competition to see who could make whom cum the fastest. We both were sucking our breasts as continued to grind away with more friction. 

We both were extremely wet. Grinding harder and harder on our hard thick clits, I felt a wave of orgasm coming but I tried to prolong it because I didn't want to come before she did. After several minutes, I couldn't take anymore as I felt my orgasm build and build but I needn't worry because we both came at the same time with loud screams of our names. 

I was surprised that one of neighbors didn't knock on the door to see hear the commotion was because we both were so loud. We fell off each other. I lightly rubbed her left hip with the tips of my fingers and she followed suit by doing the same with her hand on my right hips. Finally, we snuggled or rather I came up to her so that we could snuggle while her hands was cuddled underneath my boobs and rested my head on hers. We fell asleep, happy and satisfied. 



Saturday Oct 17th (10:30am): 

I woke up in a fog of confusion and one hell of a hangover. I am such a lightweight when it comes to alcohol. I looked back and I saw Nay's beautiful face sleeping peacefully. I remembered what we did the night before and I smiled before frowning. I was so conflicted because on the one hand, I finally got intimate with the love of my life again. On the other hand, the love of my life is married to a man, who I actually call "B.I.L" (Bro) affectionately because of the sisterly relationship that Nay and I have. 

I shook my head, shocked that I did the very thing that I don't stand for. I was a home-wrecker and for that I wanted to cry but I also had the thought that she was mine before we ever knew that there was a man named Samuel that existed. But I also knew that there would be ramifications that would affect everyone around us because of what happened. I was so confused and confused. There were so many thoughts in my mind and spirit. 

I needed to take a shower, not just to get clean but to get my thoughts together. I looked at Reneé again before I found my IPhone to listen to some music and relax. I also got some clothes that I wanted to wear after I was done. I went to the bathroom, I got some Bath and Body Works soap from my bottle to wash myself. 

When I was finished, I felt more relaxed. I dried myself off, put some deodorant on, put baby powder on "my girls" again then I put my panties and shorts on. I decided not to put a bra on to be more comfortable. I only go braless when I am alone but in order to let them breathe, I kept them out of their "M Cup prison".

I went back to my room see if Reneé was still asleep. She still was. I smiled at her again and I went to the kitchen to make some breakfast. I wanted some pancakes, turkey bacon [I don't eat pork. Blame it on my upbringing as a Messianic Jew], eggs with orange juice. I was hungry. I couldn't wait to eat. Apparently, Reneé felt the same way because she finally was awake. 

"I smell something good. Woke me out of deep sleep", she quipped.

 "Yes, you were in deep sleep. You looked so peaceful like 'Sleeping Beauty'", I quipped back.

"Shut up! It's your fault", she bantered, before she saw my facial expression. "What's wrong?" 

"Nothing", I lied. 

Reneé astutely spoke with the accuracy of someone who knew me as well as anyone, "Stop playing, Ree. You know you're not a good liar especially to me. Talk to me."

I decided to 'keep it 100' with her, "Okay, I have to admit. I am a bit confused and convicted right now. What happened was special. I always loved you. First as my friend, like a sister and we have had our 'experiences' like what we have shared before, you know. However, what happened last night: Wow! I want to shock to the rooftops what we experienced last night. Yet, I feel conflicted, because it goes against everything that I believe in." 

She asked astutely, "You mean, because I am a married woman, right?" 

I said, "Yeah. I love you and I can understand if you want to get back to what we had before last night but it will be hard to. What she shared was amazing and I can't just gloss over it"

 She shushed me then spoke after taking a bite of her bacon, "Girl, I don't want you to do that. I love you too and you're right: It was special. I never felt so peaceful. As I told you, I've always long for the comfort and security being in your arms. I know I am married and I love my children but I know where I belong. You have always had my heart, baby! This I know." 

I smiled at her with tears falling down my eyes as I saw her beautiful matching smile in response. Her smile gave me the courage to pause so that I get my thoughts and be transparent with her. 

I finally told her, "I am just a bit confused." 

She replied, "It is okay. Please don't cry especially after what we shared last night. Everything is going to be okay and I will never hurt you, Bun. I love you too much for that." 

I wiped my tears with a napkin and smiled again. We quietly kept eating. 

Then she wisecracked as only she could, "Girl, your cooking got better. Watching The Cooking Channel is paying off."

 I laughed at her quips, "Girl, you're too much. I love to eat. You know this." 

She gestured at my breasts with her hands, "Yes I do. I see where a lot of the food goes to," 




Reunited...And It Feels So Good



We started laughing heartedly. I thought, 'That girl is a nut!' I hope we will always have moments like this, until "death do us part." I push that thought out of my mind because I could see her eyes still focused on "the girls."

"You really love 'Nita' and 'Gina'", I asked before adding, "This was a dumb question to ask cuz I was the recipient of your work. Damn, girl! I didn't know you love boobs this much." 

She countered, "Girl, please! I'm hoping they're my dessert!" 

I joked, "If you're a good girl, I might make that happen for you."

We smiled at each other again and we kept eating. My nipples got hard again. They always have a mind of their own and since I didn't have a bra on, you could easily see my nipples asking for attention. I saw Nay's beautiful dark brown eyes on them even though she was acting like she wasn't looking. 

That was making me even hornier. So I took them from my lap onto the table. 

Her eyes followed my action.

 I decided to take off my shirt to reveal what she really wanted to make things more interesting.

 I yelled, "Peek-a-boob!"

 Nay's eyes widened at my audacity as she was observing what my next move would be.

 I got the bottle of syrup that we were using for the pancakes and poured a little over them. 

I saw her eyes respond with glee. 

I told her playfully, "I was going to give you 'dessert' at dinner time. However, I figured since you want it now: Come and get 'em!"

 She wasted no time coming over. She slowly licked off my right breast meat, then my left. I put more syrup on them then I lifted them underneath my forearms before I sprayed whipped cream over them. 

She ate the whipped cream in between my cleavage, and said to me,"Mmmm, so good!" 

She went back to licking my cleavage to get more of the whipped cream. I laughed, happily enjoying her breast-play. Then I open my cleavage up so that she could "motor-boat" me. She giggled and shook her head in between them. Whipped cream was on her face. She then sucked my right tit meat after licking rest of the syrup off from it. Then I took my tit from her and put my nipple toward my mouth and began lick it from one side of it while she was on the other side doing the same. Then I switched over to my left one and we did the same thing. 

I encouraged, "Girl, suck that massive boob of mine! Feast on them, sexy!"

Her sucking was so loud once again. 

I taunted, "You keep trying to fit my areolas in your mouth and you never will! They're too big for your pretty full mouth, Reneé. But I do love the effort!" 

I laughed. 

She backed away and agreed heartedly, "Definitely much more than a mouthful! How wide are they? Have you ever measured them?" 

"You and your questions", I chided her, 'The last time I measured them: 51/2 inches wide." 

She shook her again and went back to sucking my right boob. She seemed so content and happy. 

I said to her, "Let me have a turn with yours." 

She jerked her head in surprise as it seemed to rock her world.

 I commanded, "You heard me, girl. Come on. Give me those boobs." 

This time she didn't obey.

 When I reached for them, she backed away covering them with her forearms. 

I looked at her like she grew another head. 

This was her explanation, "You don't have to appease me. I'm more than willing to be your 'tit-slave' and worship them. I can suck as well as play with 'em all day long." 

As much as the offer of her being my "tit-slave" playing my breasts all day long appealed to me at the moment, I loved her boobs and I wanted to taste and play with them. 

I tried to coax her, "Come on baby. Let me please 'em."

She shook her head. 

I asked her, "Are you still self-conscious about them?" 

Silence from her answered my question. 

I further probed, "They're so beautiful, Reneé. Let me love on them." 

Her response was, "If you like 'em so much, why didn't you play with them last night? I know they're probably not big enough to truly satisfy you. I get it. You don't have to spare my feelings, Bun."

 I couldn't believe what I was hearing. However, I blame myself because when we played our games, I only sucked her breasts twice. In fairness, that's only because she was so self-conscious which is why I asked her if she still is. Truthfully I loved her breasts even when she was much smaller. They were so sensitive, she would cum so hard whenever I sucked them. I saw her sad expression and I had to reassure her. Set her straight.

. I looked into her eyes and laid it out to her with all sincerity, "Your breasts are beautiful and you know I'm a breast-girl like you are. I wanted them last night but you did such a great job making love to me that I had to reward with something special that I know you would enjoy."

 She started to smile as I said this.

 I further continued, "Remember I groped you and juggled them in my hands. Not only this I rubbed mine against yours, right?" 

She nodded slowly. 

I confessed to her, "You're the 3rd biggest girl I've been with." 

Her eyes widened as she seemed surprised by this.

I assured her, "I'm not lying, Reneé." 

She spoke passionately, "But I thought with 'big girls', girls your size that you probably hooked up with at least one girl that was around your size. Even bigger than you are, you know."

 I quipped, "You've been watching way too much porn!" 

We laughed again. 

I made her come closer to me.

 I spoke in a low passion tone, "Seriously, I am a breast girl. No doubt about it and I confess that I watch porn to watch other 'big girls' as you put it. Mainly to compare mine with theirs and to learn some tricks. It's not easy to find women who can nearly match or surpass 'Nita' and 'Regina'. That being said, I have always attracted smaller women. Much smaller than you are right now."

 I began to squeeze her breasts from the sides, squeezing them together to see her cleavage and kissed them. 

I could feel her reluctance wearing down. 

So I continued, "I bet you can self-suck easily. Am I right?"

She nodded her head.

 I encouraged, "Do it". 

She took her right breast in her right hand, lowered neck and easily sucked her prominent nipple. I heard her moan when she did this. 

I said, "See. They're sensitive as hell. More than mine are. And look, they're more than a handful."

 I took her left one by my right hand to prove my point.

 I said to my lover and sister in spirit, "It feels so soft and big in my hand"

 "That's cuz your hands are small," she kidded. 

I agreed, "True. Yes they are but your hands are bigger than me and last night when you grabbed they looked much more than a just a 'handful' for you. Am I right again?" 

"Yes", she whispered. 

I told her, "They are much bigger than when we were younger and I loved them then. I'll 'keep it 100' with you; I have numerous times fantasized about being with a woman who is around my size or even bigger than me but you have plenty to satisfy me, And I am gonna show you just how much I love em."

 I took her right breasts lifting them to my mouth and kissed her nipple. She squirmed delightfully. So I kissed it again. Then I licked it with the tip of my tongue licking and teasing it like I did with her clit. I swirled my tongue around it. 

She moaned and then purred like a kitten. 

I lightly bit her nipple twice. 

She squirmed again. 

I personally hate having my boobs bitten which why I was pleasantly surprised with all Reneé had done with my breasts she never once bit them. However, I aim to please and I wanted to please her. I kissed it one more time before putting her boob in my mouth. I sucked on it attacking her areola like a baby getting her first meal of the day. I went nice and slow before picking up speed. 

She gasped twice.

 I took it out with a loud popping sound and sucked it again, this time with more pressure on her areola. 

She whispered with desire, "Yes! Keep doing what you're doing. Suck my tit. Please!" 

I was happy to oblige and I kept sucking it more and more vigorously. I'm an experience breast sucker with lots of practice on my own. Self-sucking is a sexual pastime of mine when I masturbate and I have had a lot of practice to perfect my craft. My Reneé was going to benefit from it. So I moved from her beautiful right cocoa colored breast to her left licking the nipple. 

More swirling on it then I blew on it before I dived in to suck it with the same vigorous passion that I had shown with the right one. 

More moans of delights I heard from her full pouty lips. 

This time I slowly rubbed my face on it, then I held it in my hand and I bit on the nipple. I grabbed her nipple and pulled it slightly. 

She hissed with delight. 

I whispered, "You like that?" 

She hissed, "Yes." 

I heard heavy breathing from her. I kept slightly pulling her nipple before I put my hand underneath of it to hold it so I could suck it fast and hard again. 

She grunted, "You're gonna make me cum, Syreata!"

 I told her, "I'm not done by any means." 

So I went over to her breast so I could pull and tug on it. Slowly pulling it and swinging from side to side, pulling a little harder. 

She moaned as she closed her eyes, "This feel so good." 

I decided to get more adventurous and slapped her nipple and areola. I did this 4 times. I looked into her eyes which encouraged me to do more, so I laid her down on the table. I recommenced my slapping of them, this time the sides of both of them. I squeezed to created cleavage and I "motor-boated" her. I got up from her soft 36Fs and I pulled on her nipples again and then I licked them to cool them off from my pulling them. 

In her rapture she could barely audible, "What are you doing to me?"

 I unashamedly proclaimed to her, "Showing you much I love your big boobs."

I dived in again to "motor-boat" her. I did it one more time as she grabbed my head to smother me. She was rubbing my short afro as I continued my motor-boating. Then I came out to suck her right tit flesh this time with loud slurping noises. 

She hissed, "Syreata, Syreata, Syreata! Damn you! You're gonna make me cum so hard!" 

I gave her one last suck before she came hard with a loud piercing scream. She was shaking and crying which surprised me and presumably her also. I rubbed her shoulder to cool her down as she rode the orgasmic waves that I could see she was having. I heard short breaths until her breathing slowed down to normal. It took a while to get her bearings. 

When she did, with tears in her eyes, she mouthed, "I love you." 

I kissed her on her lips while I was on her stomach and repeated, "I love you too." 

I got off her lying next to her. 

We rested for a few minutes. 

I wanted more intimate time with her so I whispered to her, "Let's have some more tit-play." 

Her eyes widened but the look in her eyes told me she was ready. I got on top of her pelvis. I bounced up and down as I did this. My heavy pendulous breasts did a slow loud clap on my stomach every time I bounced. I kept bouncing and bouncing to hype myself up and the noises seem to perk Reneé up more. 

She started squeezing her boobs together. 

After more bouncing, "Regina" and "Lanita" was ready. I leaned over and lowered my "girls" onto Nay's "girls" placing my nipples on hers. 

I knew that her nipples were sore so I treaded lightly. 

She seemed to enjoy the pace that I set but her eyes clearly wanted more. 

So I continue to rub my nipples on hers and she responded with the same action with more friction being created from our nipple rubbing. Then I lifted up my breasts to back away from the nipple action and put the full weight of my breasts on hers.

 She said, "Jesus! I feel smothered right now just like last night when you were on top of me. *she laughed* I still can't believe how heavy these things are." 

We both laughed as I continued to mashing her breasts with mine. I went in a circular motion to concentrate on mashing their flesh on her nipples. I could see her pushing her breasts more together to try to handle more of my breasts' girth. 

I taunted her again, "Can you handle the weight of all this, beautiful?" 

I heard a sensual moan of pleasure from my lover. I took it as a sign to keep going. I shimmied before again rubbing them on top of her F cups. My M Cups was in dominant control. 

I teased her some more, "You really want to be my 'tit slave'? Really, boo?" 

I heard her moan again, saying, "God, this feel so good! I love these big fat tits!" 

I told her, "They're all yours. These fat heavy ass tits of mine are all yours." 

"Yes all for me," she exclaimed loudly. 

I asked, "You want these heavy ass pendulous dropping on your boobs?" 

She answered, "Yes, goddess! I am your tit-slave for life!"

I leaned over her enticingly over her breasts. I grabbed my own from the top and dropped them like anvils on them. I saw her eyes close and with that another sexy sensuous moan. I did this over and over again. Then I mashed them on her breasts again and then more nipple to nipple rubbing. Then I got off her and rolled onto my back on the table. She went into action. 

While her bright smile, she shook with all her might and surprisingly I heard clapping sounds which made my pussy pulsate. As was if she was encouraging herself to approach my oversized "twins" I pushed mine together to give her target for her land. She put her hard nipples on mine and we continued to nipple rub. Nipples against nipples and it felt so good. We both moaned as she seemed to not get enough of our nipple play. Several minutes went on as we did this. Then she shimmed her breasts on mine. 

I could hear her signature short panting breaths and I, too, was feeling waves of a major orgasmic taking over me.

 I chanted, "Rub those big tits onto mine! Rub those big tits onto mine!" 

She chanted back, "Huge tits! Huge....fuckin'.....tits!"

Back and forth we both went. Cocoa colored 36Fs on top of two-toned (light brown and pale from vilitigo) colored 34Ms in our own world rubbing vigorously on each other. 

I felt my orgasm building and building. 

All I remembered is that I chanted her name as I heard her do the same. I came hard, screaming her name as I heard her do the same. The last thing I could remember is that she fell off me, and that before we fell asleep we fell asleep hold each other's hand. 

Saturday, October 17th (6 pm): 

When I woke back up, I saw that she wasn't in bed. I heard the shower and I heard her voice. "I am doing fine, Sam. How are Essie and Ruthie? I miss my babies but I needed to do this.....Syreata is just fine. She said, Hey!.....We're going to go out to eat at a restaurant or watch a movie.....See ya later....Make sure that Essie's bottle is warm before you give to her tonight...." 

I smiled because I knew she was protecting me, us. I waited for her to come out so that I could shower after and as she did, she gave me another bright smile. 

So I went into the shower and a few seconds, I felt someone arms wrapped around with hands on my boobs bouncing them. 

"Hey! I thought you already took a shower," I said to her.

 "I did but I wanted to see you naked against and play with 'these some more. 'I feel like we're newlyweds in here", she retorted. 

I laughed at her silliness which made her laugh also.

After calming down, she furthered explained, "I only told Sam that we're going to watch a movie so that he wouldn't think of anything that would gave him any pause." 

"It's okay", I reassured her. "I know you have responsibilities. I am just glad for you being here right now. I had no idea that we would be able to reconnect like this again." 

I turned around stood on my tippy-toes while she leaned down to kiss me. 

"Me either", she agreed. "I wanted this to happen. That's why I am here. I don't want you to think this is about sex. You have I have talked about this before in a rhetorical scenario. I know it's against everything you stand for with us doing what we have been doing all weekend thus far. But you're not a home-wrecker. I just made the wrong decision and married the wrong man trying to be people wanted me to be instead of listening to my heart." 

I told her, "Thank you, Reneé. I love you. We have a bond that transcends so much. I was so sad the day you moved away. I felt really depressed." 

She wisecracked, "You missed the 'games' we played." 

She lightly continued to fondle me. 

I cracked back, "Girl, you think you're funny. Looks who's talking, you always play with my boobs now. Let me ask you a question: What do you want to do tonight?" 

She answered, "I don't know. Maybe I will cook for you. Feed you, like you've been feeding me. Then I wanna cuddle up and watch a movie with you, Bun" 

"I'm always down to eat", I replied. 

"In more ways than one", she joked. 

"Renee....," I said, "You're something else." 

She gave me a wicked smile and went out of the bathroom. 

I smiled back and started humming Chaka Khan's No One Does It Better. I was so elated because this has been the best weekend I've had in a long time. I have found someone who has been in front of my face under my nose that I connect with on every level. Our relationship has the foundation of friendship and sisterhood, and we have the best sexual chemistry. The only problem is that it is with a married woman so that still gives me a cloud of guilt but it is clearing up more and more. I really do believe she loves me and it will work out. With that, I smell dinner. 

I am debated whether I should be comfortable or "shock and awe" her. I decided that give her another treat. I pulled out my corset, let these boobs of mine sit nice and pretty with my waist drawn for her "feast" her eyes on before she partakes of them. After thinking it over some more I realized that I was only doing it for my ego and not what she wanted. So I put it back and wore on a fitted t-shirt with jeans. 

I went into the kitchen and it smelled so good. Nay can "throw down" in the kitchen, meaning she can cook her ass off. She's much more adept in the kitchen than I am. I saw on the table: Fried chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, sautéed carrots and for dessert; pumpkin pie with whipped cream.

 I said to her, "What's all this for?" 

Her reply: "Just showing my appreciation for this whole weekend." 

I appreciatively told her before digging in, "Thank you and I am going to eat. I am hungry."

She dug in also and we were mostly quiet eating while enjoying each other's presence. I remember thinking in my head as we're eating, she's going to leave tomorrow and this wonderful is going to end. I had to fight off the temptation of feeling sad because I realized that all we have is this moment and I am going to take advantage of it. 



Then after eating, we went to my bedroom. I put on a movie and we held hands as we watched it. I then went in between her legs, I love doing that because I love her long thick legs wrapped around mine. I feel so safe between them. She kept fondling and lightly kneading my shoulders and then my boobs. Then we lied down after watching the movie. 

I felt a little playful so I threw my pillow over to her, and feeling naughty, I took off my clothes. She did also. Then I went onto my stomach, leaned my tits over to where the pillow was and I put my head on them. She laughed in disbelief. I was cracking up also. 

She said, "You have such a crazy sense of humor. Is there anything you can't do with them?" 

I sassily replied, "I can do anything with them." 

I kissed them. 

She pouted, "You just made my pussy jealous. You are such a tease, Bun!" 

I wiggled my tongue at her before blowing her a kiss. 

A few seconds passed before she said to me with tears beginning in her eyes, "I don't want to go home tomorrow. I want to stay here with you and love you for the rest of my life." 




Reunited...And It Feels So Good



She started to cry louder. 

Alarmed I asked, "What's wrong Nay?" 

She looked into my hazels and confessed to me, "I just don't know how I am going to look Sam in the eye and tell him that I don't love him. I am happy that I came here and took this leap of faith with you. Still I have so many things to do."

 I whispered, "Don't cry. We only have tonight and tomorrow, let's just enjoy this." 

She yelled, "I can't! What about our parents, his parents, the fight over who has custody of our children. How can you tell me not to be concerned?" 

I got up and went over to hug her as she was still crying, and told her, "Reneé, I never said that. You did take a leap of faith to be here and share yourself with me again as more than 'sisters'. What this weekend has been, there are no words to fully describe what has happened. And I know that you have a lot on your plate when you go back. Miss Naomi and Mr. David [her mom and dad] love you and even if they are 'bible-believing' Messianic Israelites, they still love you and I think they will come around to us being together. 

"As for Sam: Of course he will be upset but he might even be vengeful but I think eventually he will see he is fighting a losing battle. I want you, Ruthie and Essie to live with me. As far as money goes, I have my inheritances from both of my grand-dads that they left me and I have haven't spent much of it. How do you think I can afford these custom-made bras that 'house' these 'girls' of mine?

 I pointed to my boobs shaking them so that they would be "clapping." 

She laughed, "You always know to make me laugh and make me happy most of all. Okay, since this is our last night together, I want to do what we used to do so long ago."

I pouted, "I wanna play with yours," 

She giggled, "They still sore from what you did to them last time. They aren't used to that kind of assault!" 

We both laughed. 

I joked, "So 'Regina' and 'Lanita' gotta suffer?" 

She slyly said, "No, I just want to worship my huge titty goddess." 

I smiled at her shrewd answer, "Since that's the case, then here I am." 

I moved over to go in between her legs. She wrapped her long legs around my short ones. We kissed each other as she groped my long pendulous breasts, squeezing and kneading them. She balled her hands into fists and squeezed them that way, going up and down them before squeezing them together giving them a massage.

 "I am going to miss you, Ree", she whispered.

 I quipped, "'Regina' and 'Lanita' will miss you too. This is the most time they get to spend with someone other than with me. That's why they have been so frisky." 

Reneé laughed as she rubbed the sides of them harder, firmer with deliberate strokes with her fists. 

I moaned and smiled. 

She said, "I want to make you cum playing with 'Nita' and 'Gina'. They are so big and heavy and beautiful. Much bigger than the last time I played with them when we were younger and they were 'big girls' then. It's a good thing I am a strong girl." 

She kept carefully kneading them in that same slow deliberate manner. Then she lifted them up and I jumped up and down to bounce them in her hands. They made more noises. I stopped as she held them up so she could clap them together. 

"I love hearing them clap," she confessed to me. 

"Mmmm," I moaned as she clapped them harder. 

"I am going to make my massive boob lover cum and then I am going to eat your pussy from the back," she enticingly whispering in my ear. "That sounds good to you?" 

I moaned my answer. 

"That's what I thought," as she continue to clap them together, harder with a bit more speed. Then she slapped them from underneath 3 times. 

"Mmmm", I moaned again. 

"You love those huge tits of yours played with, don't you? And I love playing with them. Always have," she delightfully confessed. 

She began "spanking" them before shaking them in her hands.

 She said, "When I come back, one of the first things I am going to do is put em on a scale. They gotta be at least 16 pounds together, right?"

I told her, "Already did that. They're over 21 pounds altogether." 

She was in awe, "Unbelievable. I thought my mine got heavy when I was preggo with Essie. I couldn't imagine how big you would get if you got preggo and had a baby."

 I laughed before jokingly replying, "I don't think I would be able to walk probably."

 She laughed back then said, "Either way, I would worship, baby: Just like I am doing right now!"

She claps them again together. Then she grabbed my nipple and pulled on them. She twisted and twisted my breasts and they smacked together as she did this. 

"Wow, you are so good to my boobs. Don't stop, please don't stop", I demanded of her. 

"I won't. Not until I see your beautiful pussy cummin'. Finger your pussy while I knead and pull on those nipples of yours", she promised me.

 I did start fingering my pussy. I put one. Since I was already wet, I put two inside before finally settling on three fingers as I went in and out of my pussy. I closed my eyes as I continued to pump my fingers into my pussy and she kept twisting and pulling my nipples. 

Then she gave me a taste of my own medicine that I gave her on Friday night when she put her hands underneath my breasts and started to slap me with them. I leaned my head down more to feel the full weight of them on my face. 

"Slap me in the face with my fat tits," I exclaimed delightfully as I continue to vigorously finger my pussy. "Shit! Shit!" 

She took her hands from underneath my boob and they landed on my stomach like a thud as they "clapped" again. She went back to pulling and twisting my nipples. I arched my back as I can feel myself reach my climax. My pussy was pulsating, throbbing under this tit worshipping assault. 

"Yes! I am cummin'!!! Damn it!!! I am cummmmiiiiiiinnnnnng!!!!!"

 I screamed in the throes of my passion. 

"That's right, cum for me, my lover. Don't hold back," she whispered in my ear.

 I panted with a smile on my face. 

Then she commanded, "Now bend that ass over so I can taste your cum out of that phat juicy pussy of yours!" 

I obliged her of course then I felt her finger go inside and come out my slit. 

I heard her said, "Mmmm. Tasty! And I'm so ready for more of this juiciness." 

I felt her tongue, the tip of it licking my outer labia. I had my ass arched with my legs spread and I was on my stomach with my tits on the bed. She had her face underneath my legs, licking me. Then she sucked it slowly. She sucked it 2 other times and then put her licked it again. She sucked it some more, then she licked my clit that was her face begging for her attention. I wasn't sure at first what she was doing with her tongue until I realized that she was spelling her name her full name, Reneé Maliah Rose, on it. 

I came on her face, but she wasn't done. She put my hips even closer to her face and put her long tongue deep into my pussy. Inch by inch, it went deeper and deeper. The fullness of her tongue still surprises me and I bucked in surprise as her tongue fills me. I start to grind my pussy on her tongue as she reaches my spot and I moaned some more. I kept bouncing my ass in her face continuing to ride that wonderful tongue of hers.

I screamed, "Damn it Reneé. Damn it! Your tongue is so fucking good" 

I am withering from her cunnilingus assault. 

She went in and out some more before she put it back on my spot. 

My ecstasy wouldn't let me hold back: "Fuck me, Reneé Maliah Rose. Keep eating my pussy. Make me cum hard!" 

She kept on going, burying her tongue, going faster and faster. Then she went back to my clit while she put 2 fingers inside my slit, going in and out. Then she put her tongue back in going even deeper than before. 

I said in my euphoric state: "Shit! You're fucking the shit out of my pussy! Uggggggghhhhhh! I love you Reneé Maliah Rose!!!! I love you!!!!" I felt a glorious orgasm coming, "Reneeeeeeeéééé!!!!!!!"

 I came all over on her face. My legs felt like jello and fell on the bed smiling. I breathed hard trying to catch my breath. When I came to, I turned my head to look at her and saw her smiling, licking her lips that was coated with my juices. I finally felt my legs and I went over to lick her face to taste what I did to it when I came.

 "I taste pretty good," I quipped. 

She laughed, "Yeah you do. You taste great actually."

I announced, "It's my turn now." 

She lied down on her back and began to spread her legs. 

But I wasn't ready yet.

Instead I said, "I want you to dance for me like you were stripping for me." 

She had a quizzical expression on her face. 

I repeated, "Yeah, dance for me" 

She got up from the bed and started to dance slowly. She shook her tits, and they clapped for me. Then she went down with her hips gyrating to the floor. I watched her with undivided attention. Again, I licked my lips as she turned around to bend over and shake her full juicy ass. She started to wiggle it and wobble it. She stood up and began jumping up and down to clap her ass. Her ass clapped as loud as my tits does. She kept clapping and clapping.

I suggested, "Stop so I can get some oil for you."

 I got off the bed to go to my drawer to get some baby oil. I took it out, I went back over to her, and pour some over her ass and legs.

 She said, "Pour that oil on my ass, baby so I can clap even louder for you."

 I pour a little more and then I moved back to the bed to enjoy more of the show. 

She bent over again to shake her plump cocoa ass. Her ass cheeks went back and forth and I could hear it clapping effortlessly.

 "You like that, sweetie?" she asked. 

She kept shaking and shaking. Then she seductively walked to the dresser, braced herself on it so she could clap again. It was even louder. She did it slowly and then faster, increasing her speed. She started laughing as she saw my facial expression of awe. 

 She teased, "You like that?"

 I told her, "Yes ma'am."

I went over to her. I bent over so that her ass could be in my face. She clapped her ass some more and I slapped it a couple of times. It wobbled. 

 I joked, "I should put you over my knees and spank you for crying"

She said, "You should. I have been a bad, bad girl." 

We both laughed. 

I kissed her right ass cheek, then her left and I smacked her right again. 

"Do it again, babe", she urged.

 I did it twice. 

"Spank me, Bun! I've been a bad girl, keep spanking my big black ass! Real hard", she continued to urge.

 I spank her harder. I gave her ass 4 more whacks. I could see how red it was even as dark-skinned as she is. I took a towel from my dresser and spread on the floor. I made her lay on the floor on her stomach. I put my pussy on her big oily ass and I started to rub my pussy on it. 

"Yes, grind your wet pussy on my ass. Grind on this ass", she demanded, "Worship this ass with your pussy!" 

Her ass wobbled proudly as I kept grinding on her ass. After more thrusts, I kissed it again and then I put my tits on it rubbing slow at first. 

She inquired of me, "Hmmm. Is that 'Regina' and 'Lanita' making their presence?" 

I confirmed it for her as I kept doing it and she said to me, "Don't stop. I love it. It feels so good!"

So I did what she requested. She squealed delightfully as I rub my nipples on her ass cheek. After this, she spread her ass and I rub my left nipple on her ass crack teasingly. I rubbed it again before I kissed it. 

She squealed, "Oh shit!"

 I licked her crack before I licked my left nipple. I sucked to wet it so I could put it in her crack. I put it as far as I could in her crack and she began to back her ass up to simulate me fucking her ass with my tit. 

She had the audacity to say, "You know you will never fit that in my tight asshole. But keep what you're doing!" 

We were in our own naughty, nasty world. I took my tits away and I licked her crack. Again, she moaned and squealed. I trailed her ass with kisses until I got to what I want; her pussy. She felt my tongue on it and began clapped her big ass to put it on my face. I licked her inner labia swirling my tongue in it. 

She moaned, 'Shit!"

A drop of oil, along with her juices, got inside my mouth. I kept licking and licking, loving the pressure of her ass grinding on my face. 

She hissed and moaned more as I continue my probing of her inner labia. 

Then I grabbed her hips to put her pussy further in my face seeing nothing but her juicy pink wet pussy in my face, and I started to suck her outer labia. 

She commanded, "Yes, Bun! Don't you dare stop doing this! Make love to this pussy!"

Like the good girl that I am, I continued to suck harder with more deliberate strokes. Then I backed up so I could finger her. I put one finger in, my pointer finger, going in and out. 

She said, "Yes. Fuck me, Syreata!"

 I kept using my finger until I felt she could handle two, and so I put the second one in. In and out, with both fingers, I licked her outer labia. 

She grunted as I did this and whispered, "More! Fuck my pussy!" 

I declared: "I am going fuck you hard, Renee. In fact, I am going to 'fist' you" 

I could see her body tense up. 

I whispered assuring her, "I got you. Don't be scared. I love you. Just relax."

 I could see her body relax and I kissed her beautiful labia and continue to finger fuck her. She was grinding on my fingers as I was on her spot, as she moaned louder than before. I kept going in and out and when "she" (her pussy) was ready, I put another finger inside. She bucked again and began to ride 3 fingers. 

"That's it", I encouraged, "Good, girl! Don't be scared, take these fingers."

She kept moaning as I continued to fuck her, "Oh god!" 

She was so wet. Wet enough to handle 4 fingers so I put another in. I pumped my hand in and out, in and out.

 "Damn. You're fucking me so good. This feels wonderful", she loudly proclaimed to me.

 I kept pumping, deeper and deeper as her pussy contracted and clinched on my hand. 

She grunted. 

"Did I hurt you", I asked in concern. 

"No, this feel so good", she said, "Fuck me some more." 

She kept riding my fingers. 

Finally, since she more wet than I have felt her be, I put my whole fist in. 

She tensed as I did this and I let it stay in to get her used to getting so filled. 

Then slowly I went in and out. She started to relax as my short but thick fist kept fucking her, gradually increasing my speed. Her wet vagina actually started contracting and closing which means she was getting used to the girth. I smiled continue to pump and pump. I took it out to look my hand and taste the juices of her pussy, and I put it back in which was easier to do this time as she spread wide to receive it again. 

I kept going and going and she moaned even harder. 

I gained more speed with my fist as she screamed, "Syreata! Damn this feels so wonderful! This pussy is yours! Always will be yours!"

"Are you ready to cum now," I asked in complete control of her beautiful pussy.

 "Yes. Make me cum," she pleaded. 

I pumped more and more in her pussy. 

She screamed, "Harder! Harder! Shit! Fuck me, Fuck me. Make this pussy burst!!!!" 

I kept going and going and she was even riding my fist. I was actually in awe of what I saw from her. 

 Finally, I saw her body tense up.....she screamed, "OOOOOHHHHHH SHIIIIIIIITTTTT!!!!! I AM CUMMING ALL OVER YOUR FUCKING FIST!!! I AM SO CUMMING ON YOUR FIST!!!!! GOOOOOOODDDDD, YESSSSSSS!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!"

 I could hear her crying and then I saw her collapse. I smiled as I saw her fall like a redwood in a forest. Her beautiful ass jiggled. I took my hand out and I lied on the bed myself. 

She turned around toward me said, "Whew!!!! That was amazing, Ree." 

I concurred, "Yes it was. You're amazing, girl!"

She kissed my forehead, and said, "We need to cum together."

 I agreed and gestured for her to lie on her back. 

She obliged. 

I got on top on her pelvis and did a slow grind on her pussy. She returned the action and we were rubbing and grinding our pussies. You could hear wet slopping noises as our pussies continue to squish together. My tits were clapping as I bounced. She grabbed them, pulling on my nipples as I continued to bounce on her, pussy to pussy grinding with more wet squishing sounds. I held on to her hips for leverage as she did with my tits while hers wobbled, on and on we went. 

She urged, "You like that? I like grinding my pussy on yours, Syreata?" 

I responded back, "Hmmm-mmm. I love your phat juicy, pink pussy on mine! You feel your clit on mine?" 

She answered, "Yes and I love it! It feels so good, baby!" 

On and on and on it went. 

Going faster and faster then finally; I felt another orgasmic around to suck the energy of my body. 

Me: "OOOOOOHHHHHH SHIIIIIITTTTTT!!!!!!! MY PHAT PUSSY IS READY TO EXPLODE! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!! FUCK!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!" 

Reneé: "GRIND THAT PHAT PUSSY OF YOURS ON MINE TIL YOU MAKE US BOTH CUM, YOU MONSTER TITTY MIDGET YOU!!!!" 

We hollered a primal scream. Then we fell off each other, smiling one more time. 

I looked her and she looked at me and the same time said, "I love you". 

We then went to bed and fell asleep together for the last time that weekend. 

Sunday Oct, 18th (10 am): 

What a glorious weekend it was! I never dreamed that this would happen. Okay, I am lying. I have dreamed of this happening ever since she moved away from me. Love is a powerful drug because I was on cloud nine. Yet, the reality of the situation was that Renee was going back to North Jersey and of course, I was concerned. She's a married woman who has 2 children to think about and I was concerned after the euphoria of our weekend ended and she thought logically about this, she would relent and go back to him. 

On the one hand, because of what we shared, I was optimistic that our love was enough to convince to come back to me after she took care of her business. On the other, it takes courage leave a comfortable situation to be in a relationship that would be critiqued and judged my many people including our loved ones. Lesbian relationships, even the most conventional ones and under the most "ideal" situations like both are single without children who has no relational ties to anyone. 

As I thought on this, I looked at the amazing young woman lying next to me, and I felt blessed that she chose me to share herself this weekend. She was holding my hand as if she was on a journey with me and I was willing to take it with her wherever we would go. Feeling this way about her, I decided to be naughty with her. I got up because I knew she had to wake up to go home, I leaned my breasts over in her face and started to swing them. I smacked her face with them and she woke up with a startled expression. 

I kept slapping her with them. 

Then she grabbed me and started to motorboat me, giving a "buzzed kiss" on them.

 I laughed and squealed, "Get off me, girl. Get off me!"

 She relented finally and said, "That's what you get, shanking them 'WMDs' in my face. " 

I laughed, "Lesson learned, bae. Lesson learned indeed." 

We continue to laugh. 

Then I pouted playfully, "I just wanted to give you something to remember."

 She reassured me, "You have nothing to worry about on that end, boo."

 We laughed again. 

Suddenly the room got silent and we just stared at each other for a few seconds. 

Finally, Renee got the courage to speak, "When I came here, I had no expectations. Only hope. My biggest fear was that you would reject me for whatever reason. This was more than I could ever hope for. You allowed me to see what real love was. Your acceptance of what I had to say without judgment inspired to surrender to real love. I love you, Syreata Shaunaé Sanders and I want forever with you for as long as you will have me." 




Reunited...And It Feels So Good



She started crying and I shed tears also. 

I composed myself and told her, "When you called me, I was concerned. I could hear the fear and apprehension in your voice. I thought to myself, 'This isn't my Reneé.'

She smiled when I called her my Reneé.

 I continued further, "What I also thought to myself was that I was going to be here for you. Listen to you without judgment and be a sanctuary for you. Girl, you have no idea: You were that for me! Your courage inspires me to realize that there is real love in the world: Our love. What we have is blessed and I don't care what others think." 

Her smile was brighter. 

Finally, I confessed to her, "You were my only real relationship and that was so long ago. I've been the 'jump-off' most of the time and only looked at a fetish: My boobs. I accepted this because that's what I thought I deserved. I thought I was doomed to unfulfilling relationships because the true love of my life was gone forever. But you're here and I will never take you for granted. I have waited for you since you left me so long ago, I can wait how much longer for you to do what you need to. I love you too, Renee." 

We kissed. 

I pulled away before joking, "I feel like we're taking our wedding vows or something." 

She punched my shoulder playfully. 

We smiled again at each other. We stood naked before each other, transparent and unashamed of what we had. I wanted this moment to last forever but we both knew that it couldn't. 

Then for our last few moments together we decided to take a shower together before we got dressed to eat brunch. We washed each other. No "sex" but it was the most sensual and intimate thing that we did yet on that weekend. It was another way that we "bonded." We put on clothes and we had brunch. I brought her croissants with cheese in it and tea. We talked and laughed some more. I wanted to enjoy every second that we had left before she left me. 

I wanted to remember her smile, her smell, her laugh, her beautiful cocoa face and the bond that we shared together. A bond that started before we ever knew what sex was became stronger through our intimacy together when we were younger then living our lives as "sisters" denying ourselves of what was destiny. We both packed her things together. 

She called Sam to let him know she would be back in a couple of hours. I guess she saw my expression when she said then because she grabbed my hand and rubbed. I smiled at her again. Then finally we took her things in her car, packed them in and we hugged. I told her to call me when she get there to let me know that she was safe. She said that she would and we took each other in with eyes one last time. 

She said to me, "I know that you are still worried that I would give in to Sam and not come back to you. I may be going back to North Jersey but 'home' is with you, baby. Besides, who is going to play with 'Gina' and 'Nita' besides you?" 

We laughed one more time.

 I flirtatiously said to her, "They'll be here waiting for you when you get back, Nay."

"Good," she said. 

She went into her car, we waved at each other. I went back in my house, saw her off and felt really sad because it just felt so lonely without her. I never felt that way about anyone before. I've been alone in this house for many nights but I never felt like that until now. That's the kind of impact the weekend of Oct. 16th-18th made on me and I was optimistic that it did the same for her. However, it didn't make my loneliness go away. I needed her. I wanted her. 

I was going to go out but I didn't feel up to it. Later, I watch TV on my bed. There was really nothing on. Reneé called me back to let me know that she got home safe. We said our goodbyes and said that we would talk later. Again, I felt so lonely. I couldn't sleep either and I knew I had to get some rest. I had to work the next day. 

Still I tossed and turned because I was so lonely and horny. So what does a girl do when she feels lonely and out of her mind horny? I pulled off my socks, my pants down to my bra. I began to absentminded grope my breasts through my bra softly at first. I rubbed them deliberately harder, kneading them like they were pizza dough as I thought of her doing this to me. 

I began teasing myself like I was teasing her by pulling a little of my breasts out to show my cleavage. I patting my cleavage and rub inside of it a bit before squeezing my breasts again. I continue to squeeze and squeeze. I pulled a little more out to expose more of my cleavage. I squeezed a little harder dreaming, desiring that it was her hands doing this. 

I imagined myself asking her in a whisper, "Which one will come out first, 'Gina' or 'Nita'? You want to come out and play, 'Nita?' Here 'she' is, Nay....." 

I took out 'Lanita' and I squeezed her with both of my hands, shaking her delightfully and then I pull on her nipple, twirled and pinched her, licked her before putting her in my mouth. I sucked softly putting a little of her in my mouth. I put more of her in my mouth imagining my Nay doing this. 

I sucked a little harder and then I took Gina out to do the same to her. Her nipple was already hard but I did the same thing that I did to her small twin sister. Then I clapped them together. 4 times I did this. 

I said, "You like that, Nay? Violate these boobs of mine!" 

I clapped them together again and then I swung them side to side to make them clap some more. Then I leaned over to swing them back and forth imagining her beautiful cocoa face underneath them feeling the girth of them slapping her. Faster and faster I went until I stopped. 

Then with my nipples aching for more, I decided to put them both together in my mouth and I sucked them. I went softly at first before increasing my suction pressure on them. I sucked them as if it would be my last meal. I could hear the suction coming from my mouth. Then I buried my face in them, 3 times. They felt so soft. I imagined it was her face doing this to me. Then I double sucked them again. I repeated this 3 more times. Then I had them both in my mouth while I started to finger my pussy. I put one finger, stroking in and out as I took it slow. I took one of them out, I believe it was Nita and began to suck Gina as I continue to finger myself. I kept going in my steady, slow rhythm. 

I put another finger in, stroking with both fingers in my extremely wet pussy. So wet I was while my mouth was latched on to Gina. I wished that I had 3 hands so that I could play with Nita but truthfully I wished Reneé was here to suck Nita while I did all this. Then another finger went in and I groaned and moaned even with Gina in my mouth. I was stroking myself, but I increased my speed this time. I sucked on Gina harder as I pumped my 3 fingers in and out and I grinded my clit with all 3 fingers. 

Then I took out my fingers, to double suck my breasts in my mouth again. Wishing it was her doing then, I put 3 of my fingers of both hands and kept finger fucking myself. Between the wet slopping sounds of my pussy and the sensation of my double boob sucking, I was "Gone!" I was lost in my lust and desire for Nay and there was no point of return.

Then I unlatch my heavy boobs out of my mouth and let them land in my face as I continue to fuck my pussy with both hands inside my pussy. Then I made Gina and Nita off my face to my torso as they splayed to the side. I push my forearms together to squeeze them. I made them wobble back and forth, and I used my forearms to clap them more. I was ready to cum so hard. 

I began to chant, "Come back to me, Reneé! Come back to me, Reneé!" 

It was like chanting this was Ambrosia to my soul. My voice was increasing its volume until I reached my height. I took my fingers out because I felt it coming. I came so hard, I squirted in volumes. Volumes and volumes of pussy juice squirting. It was like an outer body experience and I could barely breathe at first. Then I started to breathe slower until it got back to normal. 

Then I composed and collect myself with a smile. I was able to go to sleep after a few minutes with dreams of her and me. Our exchanging wedding vows before everyone we loved. Of us having a family together, with no cares of what the world thought of our relationship together and us growing old together until "death do us part." I never slept so peacefully and I felt as hopeful and optimistic as I have ever been for anything in my life. 





Epilogue:



Tuesday, Dec 1st (10pm): 

I am writing this because I figured after all of this writing that you would want to know what happened with us. Do happy endings really come true? Or did she cave in and go back to her life with Sam? In our case, it did. Happy endings do come true. We found our way to each other at last. Not just as friends, as "sisters" or even as young "lovers" but as life partners. The only reason why we haven't tied the knot yet is because of loose ends concerning Nay and Sam's marriage. 

I know that's saying a lot, life partners because it hasn't even been a month that we are not only living together but that I am talking a life partnership. We have known each other since we were toddlers. The day that we met bloom into a relationship that went many roads to get us to the place we are today. We were our first and if destiny is kind to us, our last. I was that confident in us because we had that kind of chemistry even when we were denying it to settle for second best. 

She called me the night after she left to let me know that she told him that she no longer wanted to be married to him. It surprised me that she was able to not only stick to her convictions and not waver but to be willing to be in this committed relationship. To go from the comfortable life of a hetero relationship with a man who seemed as if he was willing to give her and their two children the world to go to a lesbian relationship that maybe only a few of our loved ones would approve or at least not be judgmental toward. 

I was so proud of her for doing this. Not just because she ended up with me. She was finally living life on her own terms and even if I wasn't the beneficiary of this, as long as she was happy, I would be. That's how much I loved her. I believe she feels the same about me and has showed me in various ways. Not just in the present but ever since we've known each other. Even her 'hiding' wasn't all about her. She was protecting me. I know that now. It doesn't matter anymore. 

We're together now. It was admittedly an awkward adjustment at first. We're two different people with different experiences in life. She's a now a single mom with two toddlers, whereas I am single childless woman who is used to living on her own. I love my space and it is especially hard to do with two children who are 3 and 1. 





Still, I wouldn't exchange what we have now for what I used to have. People who see me now have been telling me that I have a glow on my face. I guess I do. I am so happy. She seems happy too. I help out with the children. I am not trying to replace Sam as a parent. I love Ruthie and Essie like they are mine but they aren't. As long as Sam is willing to step the plate and still be their father, I accept that. We don't have to be friends and I do miss our brother/sister relationship but that was rooted in falsehood. 

Anyway, Nay's parents when they found out about this, they had different emotions. Mr. David wasn't excited about this. He's a pastor/rabbi of a synagogue and the bible is against homosexuality; a book that he has to affirm if he is any kind of believer in it. I understood it because I loved him like a second dad and would never do anything to intentionally hurt him. Even though he disagrees still, he loves her and me enough to accept that we're adults and are going to live our lives as we see fit. Not to mention, he loves Sam so he's a bit mad that she isn't married to him anymore.

Ms. Naomi, on the other hand, loves me like a daughter and told me that as long as I treated her right, she would approve. I told her she has nothing to worry about. My mom was ecstatic. Nay is like a second child to her, and she has always accepted my lesbianism. She wants to be happy and she told me on that Monday after the epic weekend of 0ct 16th-18th when I told her what happened(not everything but get the point) that she knew that this would happen one day. I asked her why. She wouldn't say. She just avoided the question with a smile and we talked about other things. 

I wonder if she ever knew about us and what does she know. I always thought that we had in those days a secret but my mom is very astute especially concerning her daughter. I am just glad that she's happy. I always look up to her so making her happy is a blessing. I am certain I'm "my mother's daughter" and proud to say so. Now my father, we still don't have a relationship.

What kills me more isn't that he disowns me but he's a big hypocrite? I know that the bible says that when a person is married as long as a spouse is living, they can't remarry. I know this because I read the bible actually. He's a rabbi of a synagogue who is supposedly "ordained" to teach "the truth" about faith in Yeshua (Jesus' Hebrew Name, his "real name") and he does this?

That makes so angry. So I have some "daddy issues" to resolve. On the bright side, as I said, it has been an adjustment especially with me living two toddler children. I won't say that Essie is easier but she's easier to please. As long as she gets her diaper change, some sleep and food, she's okay. She cries but nothing over the top and I think she loves her god-mom. 

Ruthie? She's like my shadow. She asks questions, always want to be around me and it is hard to go to sleep. She is inquisitive even at the age of 3. She likes me to read to her now. She is so inquisitive with such a sweet little soul. I hope that as they grow to be adults that I have some positive influence on how their lives will go. The whole world is in front of them, you know? 

Let me tell you about the joyous day of when my baby and her babies first came here to live. Like I said, she told me the night after she left that she was coming back to me to live here for good. I couldn't wait for her to come. I told my mom who was surprised. Of course we had that long talk that I mentioned. I went to work feeling light as a feather but still a bit nervous that maybe she would change her mind.

I had nothing to worry about. They all were here at 4:30pm on Wednesday October 20th, with their bags in her minivan that Sam bought for her. She looked so tired and drained. I could see it in her face even as we ate because I made a big meal for us: A celebration dinner. She still looked so tired so I said to her to relax in the bedroom, our bedroom. It feels so good to say this.

So I got the children ready for bed. I washed the dishes. I was ready to retire for the night myself. Even though I had the day off, I was tired from cooking. I did a good job making a rice, lamb chops, carrots that were fresh from a produce store and lemon pie, if I should say so myself. When I got in the bed, I expected Reneé to be asleep but she was awake. 

I said to her, "I thought you would be sleep, Sweetie." 

She answered, "I couldn't. Not without you in my arms tonight."

 I asked rubbing her shoulder affectionately, "Scared?"

Her response, "Just as I said to you, I love the comfort that your love provides for me. And I want to tell you want happened between Sam and me after I went back." 

 I told her, "You don't have to tell me what happened. Not tonight. It's not my business, anyway."

She interrupted, "My business is yours, my love. What happens to me affects you like it affects Ruthie, Essie and I. Promise that you will never keep secrets from me." 

I promised as I smiled at her. 

She smiled back then said, "Before I tell you, you have to assume the position." 

I smiled back knowing what she meant and was eager to go in between her long thick legs while she plays with Gina and Nita. 

As I did, I lifted up my shirt. 

Then I gave her the honor of taking off my bra as I lifted up my arms to come out of my straps. These heavy girls of mine needed be free so I could enjoy Nay's expert exploration of them. 

I think playing my breasts relaxes her as much as it relaxes me when she does it. Plus she's so tall that I can lean my head on her boobs, which are of course 36Fs, a soft delightful, pendulous pair in their own right. Even put them on my head if she feels naughty which sometimes she does.

She massaged, and kneaded the side of my breast. 

I put my hands underneath hers to single my approval of her doing then. 

We both smiled at each other before sighing. 

I patted her hands again to encourage her to continue. 

Then she said to me, "I was wrong when I called these things 'pumpkins' last Friday, they have watermelons beat. You could probably cover them up if you were to place them on top of each other. And they're heavy like them. I wish you actually had milk in them." 

"I chuckled, "You are so gone over these. You would milk me like a cow?" 

I felt her hands delightfully pinching and rubbing my nipples, both of them in her hands as if she was demonstrating her answer. Then she put her hands underneath of them to wobble, bounce in her hands before juggling them. 

Her shameless reply: "Yep and I don't apologize for it," 

 I turned around, lifted my head to tell her truthfully, "You don't have to, bae. They're all yours however, whenever and wherever you want them."

 "Alright now," she bantered. 

She kept her up her breast play, which is now squeezing with her fists pushing them into my boobs, pinching my nipples again. 

I moaned grateful to feel such wonderful pleasure from her skillful hands. 

She playfully teased, "You like that, my heavy breasted lover?"

 I moaned my response again. 

With that, she began to tell her story (Sunday, October 18th): 

"What I remember most is that as I was driving to the house, I didn't feel nervous like I thought I would be. I thought that as soon as the high of the weekend wore off, I would be feeling horrifying guilt that would bond me to him and not be true to my heart. I didn't feel like that at all because what Sam and I had was a lie and I didn't want to live that lie anymore. 

"I got to the house. I called him on my phone to tell him I was here. He answered the door and went back to watching football. I went to see where my babies were. They were asleep. I thought, At least he wasn't neglectful in making sure that they got some rest. I went to the room, thought about what I was going to do and there was no apprehension in my heart at all. 

"Don't get me wrong, I love him. Always will but only cause of the children. What we have, Syreata is real. I knew this and it gave me resolve to take care of my business."

[I smiled at her when she said this.]

She said, "So I waited until he was done watching TV because you know he loves his sports. Then after that I came to the couch and he asked me how my weekend was. I told him it was wonderful and that I had something to tell him. He said, 'What is it?' I basically gave him our story that weren't just 'sisters' and we reconnected on that level again. That I always struggled with my attraction to women and that I don't want to be married to him anymore. He closed his eyebrows which is a sign that he was upset." 

She kept squeezing my breasts a bit harder, as if using them to get more courage to tell what would happen next. 

She continued, "The silence had me a bit scared because I didn't know how he would react when he does. When he finally did, he asked me how I could do this to him. He said that our family is more important than an adolescent fling and a weekend fling. That I am an unfaithful whore who isn't fit to be a called a mom." 




Reunited at the Bar



He didn't know why he ended up in Charlotte, it was hours away from home and he was pretty sure he had better things to do with his time. But here he was, shooting some pool in some seedy, dive pool hall bar. There was no one else here and he had a corner table away from the door. He barely had line of sight on the bar, which was something he usually hated, needing to see everyone who came in and out of some perverse sense of paranoia.

He headed to the bar to get another beer when she walked in. Taller than him, which he used to hate in a woman but lately found himself becoming interested in, long blonde hair, a skimpy black skirt and five inch heels that made her very attractive calves even more so. She looked around at the empty bar and seemed as if she would turn to leave. Then she saw him.

He recognized her. It had been more than a decade but she had changed little except to get even more beautiful than he remembered. Most men would have remembered her for what they felt was her most memorable feature, or features. She was very well endowed. But not him. He remembered her for her hair and her beautiful smile. A smile much like the one that even now seem to light up her face.

He wasn't sure why she remembered him. To his own thinking, he didn't really stand out that much back then. But she did and that was all that really mattered. She crossed the room, wrapping him in a tight hug that threatened to cut off his air. He returned the hug and kissed her cheek. He ordered a couple beers and they went to his table to catch up on old times. 

Soon enough, the talk wandered into sensitive territory, girlfriends and boyfriends, sex lives... She made him blush a few times and he managed to return the favor. Not quite sure how it happened, he leaned in and kissed her, her lips warm and soft on his. He felt her tongue caress his.

Their hands quickly began to roam, oblivious to the fact that they were still in a public place. Suddenly, overcome with a desire he had long thought gone, he pushed her back onto the pool table, lifting up her skirt and pulling her panties aside. With no warning, he plunged his tongue into her wetness, licking and kissing her lips and clit until she was writhing and softly moaning.

She pulled him up, kissing him deeply, savoring the taste of herself on his lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist, guiding him into her in one smooth motion. A groan escaped his lips as he entered her tight womanhood. He began with soft, slow strokes at first, but the insistent pulling of her legs let him know she wanted more. With a grunt that almost animalistic, he began to pound into her with fast, hard motions. 

Without knowing why, he gently placed his hand on her throat, slowly applying pressure. Not enough to cut off the air, to choke her, but just enough to let her know it was there. This sent her into a shudder of pleasure. He pounded harder and harder, fighting his mounting explosion and striving to give her the pleasure. She exploded around his length and he pulled out, shooting his fluid all over the green felt of the pool table and the floor.

They quickly cleaned up and rearranged their clothing. With a whispered laugh, they rushed out of the bar into the night. They reached his car, which by some cosmic coincidence, was parked near hers. He pulled her into his arms and began to kiss her, his hands pulling her into a tight embrace. Her hands ran through his long hair and he pushed her back against the hood of the car. 

She turned around, laying out over the hood. Reaching back, she lifted her skirt, inviting him in once again. Without hesitation, he took the offer. He slid himself out his jeans and then entered her, pounding in with the same force she had found enjoyable not moments before. She moaned loudly, no longer caring who heard. His pounding continued and she savored every thrust.

For some unknown reason, a stray thought entered his mind. Without knowing why, he pulled out of her and slowly placed himself on her nether entrance. Gently, he pushed himself in and her back arched in pleasure. He began slow and smooth, wanting to ensure that she was ready. Her movements and her deep, breathy moans told him she was more than ready. 

His pace picked up, each stroke more forceful than the last. Her moans grew louder with each thrust. Finally, he could hold back no longer. He began to pull out just before he came, but a moaned no told him not to. With a shudder and grunt more animalistic than human, he exploded within her. The heat of his semen set her off and she climaxed mere moments behind him.

He withdrew, limp and spent. She struggled to stand, a languid smile on her face. As she headed to her car, she kissed him and told him he needed to come to town more often. He nodded his head, coherent thought barely possible. He was suddenly glad he had ended up here.



Reunited Ch. 00



"Why do guys like watching girls go down on each other?" Becky asked.

The pretty blonde curled against her husband on the couch in their darkened living room. Her long bare legs were folded underneath her, and she wore a lacy blue nightie, just tight enough to show off her small but firm breasts. Her hand stroked her husband, Doug's, upper thigh through the fabric of his sweatpants, while his hand brushed distractedly against the curve of her arm. Doug's eyes were fixed unashamedly at their large TV and the image of two young porn starlets on the screen.

"I don't know," Doug replied with a chuckle, "it just looks really hot."

"I guess," Becky said, trying to sound dubious despite the warmth growing between her legs.

On the screen, a large-breasted brunette lowered her face between the legs of a perky blonde. The blonde moaned and writhed as the brunette's tongue lapped furiously at her pussy. The camera looked down the length of the blonde's body, the brunette's dark hair a striking contrast to her fair skin, her eyes looking up from between the other woman's legs. Becky felt her nipples hardening and warmth spreading between her legs. Her hips rocked slightly. She thought vaguely that the brunette's hair should be curly and her eyes shockingly blue. 

"So," Doug asked his wife in a husky voice, "did you ever eat pussy?"

"What?!" Becky jumped slightly, then smiled vaguely at her husband, hoping he hadn't noticed.

"Well," Doug said, cupping his wife's breast, "they say lots of women experiment in college..."

Becky flushed, images of dark curly hair, bright blue eyes and full round breasts briefly flooding up from her memory.

"Would that turn you on?" Becky asked, trying to regain her equilibrium. "The thought of your wife in bed with a hot college coed?"

"Fuck yeah," Doug grinned at her.

Becky slid her hand up Doug's thigh, cupping the hard bulge between his legs. 

"Oooo," she purred, "I guess it does turn you on."

"Yeah." Doug squeezed her breast. "Did you?"

"Did I?" Becky sighed, pulling his sweats down far enough to free his engorged dick. "What do you think... me with another woman... in the shower... naked... soapy... wet!"

Doug groaned and Becky slid off the couch, sinking to her knees between his legs. 

"Our hands caressing each other's firm, young college breasts," Becky breathed, lowering her head until her lips nearly brushed his tip.

Doug stared down at his wife, his hands resting on her shoulders.

"Me kneeling in front of her," Becky purred. "Licking her..."

Becky's tongue flicked up the length of Doug's hard shaft. 

"Eating... her..."

Becky's mouth sank down, swallowing him deep. Slowly, sensuously, she moved her head up and down on her husband's hard shaft. Doug groaned desperately. His hands tangled in her hair and he fought against the urge to grab her head and force it down deeper and harder. 

Becky's tongue swirled around Doug's dick. She lapped wildly at the head, then took him again deep into her mouth. She bobbed her head passionately. Her hands slid down between her own thighs, fingers flickering madly over her desperate clit. She moaned, muffled around her husband's cock. Doug gave a guttural groan in reply, his hips rocking as he thrust into his wife's face. 

Suddenly, Becky pulled her mouth off his shaft. Doug gasped as Becky leap to her feet.

"Fuck me," she cried, her voice thick with lust. "I want you in me, right now."

Tugging franticly, Becky pulled her nightie up over her head and tossed it aside. Doug reached out to her, but she planted her hands firmly on his shoulders and pushed him back down. Throwing her legs around his hips, she sank down over him. 

Doug looked startled at his wife's sudden, wild passion. He simply stared, amazed, as she seized his dick and lined it up between her legs. She lowered herself slightly, the tip of his shaft pressing against her wetness. Then she drove herself down, forcefully impaling herself on his hard member. They both cried out together at the impact of their bodies. 

"Fuck me," Becky growled, grinding her hips against him. "Fuck me!"

Doug grabbed her hips and started to thrust, ragged and unfocused at first but quickly finding his rhythm. Becky bounced and grunted with each thrust, her small breasts bouncing.

"Yes... yes... fuck me," she moaned. "Yes... fuck me... fill me..."

"Oh God," Doug groaned, then suddenly, "Did you?"

"Fuck... did I?... what?" Becky grunted.

"Eat pussy," Doug growled as he drove himself into his wife. "Did you... eat... pussy?"

"YES!" Becky shouted, "YES... I ATE... HER PUSSY!"

Doug stopped suddenly, staring. Becky, wild, out of control and oblivious to her husband's shocked expression, continued to bounce passionately on his dick. 

"I ate her pussy," Becky moaned, "I sucked... on her... big tits... oh god... I slapped... her gorgeous... ass... I came... on her... uuugghhh... face... I ate.... I ate... I ATE HER PUSSY! OOOHHH GODS! YES... YES... YES!"

Becky spasmed, her entire body bending back in a quivering arch as the most immense orgasm Doug had ever witnessed overwhelmed her. Doug shuddered under her, his mind swimming while his body thrust and jerked involuntarily. He grunted and felt a torrent of semen rush out of him. His eyes closed as his own orgasm washed away his shock.

Slowly, Becky sank into Doug's arms, and for a while they sat, joined together on the couch. Eventually, Becky lifted herself off her husband's shrinking shaft and curled against him, burying her face in his shoulder.

"Wow," Doug said after a time.

Becky made a tiny, uncertain noise into his shoulder.

"That was... wow," Doug said again.

"Ummm" Becky said, lifting her head slightly. She had no idea what might happen. She had never told him about some of things that had happened in college. Never told him about... her... or any of the things that had happened with her. What will he think of me, she wondered.

"Really?" he said finally.

"Yes," Becky whispered weakly, her face red. "It was in college..."

"What was her name?" Doug asked suddenly.

Becky stared for a moment.

"Liz," she said after a long pause. "Her name was Liz."

"Thank you, Liz," Doug said with a grin. 

He kissed his wife and rose quickly, heading to the bathroom to clean himself up.

***

Much later that night, while Doug lay sleeping, Becky sat quietly at their computer, staring at the tiny pictures on the blue and white web page. One tiny picture in particular... the same curly brown hair, the same bright blue eyes...

Slowly, wondering where it might lead, she clicked on the icon. "Send Friend Request." 



Reunited Ch. 01



Chapter 01: Corrin's Plan

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I straightened my skirt although there was nothing really wrong with it, and adjusted the matching suit jacket. Corrin St James would be here in a few moments and I wanted to make sure nothing went wrong. She was the biggest client I'd hooked in a long while. I was an associate at one of the biggest advertising agencies in the city. If I closed the St. James account I could almost guarantee I'd make partner this year. Which would mean I was the first black woman to make partner and I was only thirty years old. I had not met Corrin yet but that wasn't at all surprising, after all she was the CEO and founder of one of the leading international cosmetics companies. I had been interfacing with the vice president of the company who had in turn forwarded all of my ideas and presentations to Miss St. James. Apparently everything had gone off without a hitch because after my latest presentation she had sent word that we would meet in person at 9:00 am today. The intercom buzzed, invading my daydream, "Miss St James is here Miss Steven's." My secretary's voice came through the phone.

"Send her in" I said picking up the receiver, "Oh and hold my calls during the meeting. Thanks Becky" 

Replacing the receiver I sat up straight and fixed a smile on my face, I had the compulsion to reach in my top drawer and check my face in my compact. However I didn't have the time and I knew my face was as "fixed" as it was going to get as I had just checked it five minutes ago. "Well, maybe just a peek." I thought, but at that moment Becky opened the door and ushered Miss St. James through the door.

Sheer will power kept me from tumbling from the chair like a rag doll. Becky walked out of the office shutting the door after her. I sat speechless in my chair concentrating on breathing and sitting upright.

"Reggie it's been ages" 

She called me by my first name, an old nickname really. When I was younger I'd popped a few kids one for calling me Regina, which was my given and then hated name. But I'd grown up a lot since then. Still only close friends had the privilege of calling me anything other than Miss Stevens.

I looked her in the eye but I still didn't say a word, we had been close friends once. We had been lovers. 

Back then she had been Karolyn Thomas. She'd been my best friend too, when she disappeared it had taken me years to get over losing her. I had searched for her for years to no avail. Finally after adulthood was in full swing, I had to face the fact that she was dead or not willing to be found. Still when I found myself in a large crowd I consciously searched for her face, now here it was in front of me. 

She stepped closer to the desk; she was smiling in a way that sent chills from the base of my spine to my neck. "Breath baby, or you're gonna pass out." 

I let out my breath in a whoosh. I hadn't even realized I'd been holding my breath. 

"Aren't you happy to see me baby?" She was walking around the desk. Running her fingertips over the surface as she moved toward me. I watched her. I still did not trust my voice, plus I wanted to see how this scene would play out. She was next to me now, and she kneeled so that her face was level with mine.

I looked directly into her eyes, parting my lips a bit as my breathing seemed to be labored.

She reached up and removed the bobby pins from my meticulously coiffed hair and let the gentle waves fall. It had taken me damn near a half hour to brush my unruly curls into submission before pulling it up into a neat bun and in less than a minute it was all undone. My hair hung just about to my ass and most of the time it was an albatross but I kept it long because I loved the look of it. It made me feel achingly feminine; to feel the weight of my long hair as I walked.

Corrin seemed to be enjoying my hair, When I'd known her I'd been a tomboy. Always keeping my hair a little past my shoulders and more often than not it was in a ponytail or stuffed under a baseball cap. She was running her hands through the length of my hair. Starting at the roots and moving outward, when she got to the tips she let them cascade from her fingers and fall gently back into place. 

Corrin laughed and moved her hands from my hair to my neck, I wondered briefly if she was planning to strangle me where I sat. I actually smiled at the morbid thought. She wouldn't have to strangle me if she wanted me dead. I would've staked my career on the fact that if she kept touching me I'd die of a heart attack. 

Corrin looked at me as she ran her hands over my neck then kept going until she was touching the uppermost area of my chest. Once again I found myself holding my breath as her hands descended lower.

She was cupping my breasts lightly and teasing me through the fabric. I relaxed against her and noticed the ache in my muscles. I'd been holding myself stiff as a board since she'd stepped through the door.

She smiled with a look of satisfaction as I pressed closer to her.

"You always were such a slut"

"Only for you" I said finally speaking. 

Corrine looked surprised that I had spoken at all, she smiled the little chilling smile again and slipped her hands lower. If I didn't know better I'd say she was ignoring me. Not physically as her hand was currently slipping up my inner thigh. But ignoring the fact that I had spoken.

I lost my train of thought as her fingers crept up my thigh to the band of my panties. I spread my legs a bit wider as I felt her tug the satiny material. I thought she was going to pull them over my legs but instead she gave them another hearty tug and ripped them right off. 

Her fingers went right to work working over my clit in slow circular motions. I moaned and slid lower in my chair. She shot me what I would call a warning look but I had no idea what the warning was regarding. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. I couldn't help but reflect on the last time we'd been in this position. I was sitting on the bed in our dorm room naked as the day I was born. Corrin who had been Karolyn back then was kneeling on the floor between my thighs as I rode her pretty face. She glanced up her eyes told me if her mouth wasn't busy she'd be smiling. I smiled down at her and ran my fingers through her thick brown hair and pulled her head closer. Her lips were wrapped around my clit as she flicked her tongue back and forth over the sensitive nub. I gripped the sheets in my fingers as I rode her beautiful brown face. I was moaning low in my throat and grinding against her as the waves of orgasm washed over me. I repeated her name like a mantra between gasps and moans. The door of the room was suddenly thrown open and in walked two people that I had seen only in passing. In the eight years that I'd been attending boarding school with Karolyn I'd only seen her parents a handful of times. She rarely talked about them and I'd learned to stay away from the topic. I did know that her mother was a rich bitch socialite and her father was a corporation bigwig. Still they didn't seem to care about Karolyn, more often than not she came home with me during holidays and before that she'd gone home to a house of servants as her parents were off on one vacation or another every time school was out. 

Her mother was livid and her father turned away as I covered her with a sheet. Since her mother had already taken a good long look at everything I had I stood and walked over to retrieve my clothes from their various positions on the floor. I got dressed and took a seat on the bed. Her mother was watching the whole time. I could see where Karolyn got her figure her mother looked amazing and she had to be at least 35 years old, which sounded old to my 18-year-old ears. Her brown skin remained unblemished and the suit she was wearing had to have cost at least a thousand dollars, It clung to her breasts and defined her waist as it tapered. The skirt was a little short but it only emphasized her amazing legs right down to the tips of her matching canary yellow shoes. I knew a pair of Manolo Bahlanik shoes when I saw them. This woman's outfit had cost more than my wardrobe, and the funny part was she would have looked just as good in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. 

Karolyn's father looked uncomfortable and wouldn't meet my eyes. Even with his face averted I could tell he was a handsome man and I recognized some of Karolyn's features on his unfamiliar face. The silence was intense and increasingly more uncomfortable. I looked at Karolyn but she had her head bowed, Mr. Thomas Was looking every where but at us so I turned to Mrs. Thomas. She was livid I wondered if she'd have to be physically restrained. I was embarrassed but it was too late for regrets and what ifs now.

I looked her dead in the eye and waited. I didn't have to wait long she flipped in about two seconds.

She called me every name in the book from little queer to brazen slut. She accused me of turning her precious baby out. I laughed aloud at that one. Her precious little baby had seduced me if anything she had turned me out. Karolyn shot me a look but I ignored her and stood. 

"Since when is she your precious baby? You never gave a damn when she was coming to my house at Christmas for God's sake. When was the last time you called her? Or wrote? Or did anything but send her a Goddamn allowance?"

Her mother blinked momentarily silenced. 

"How dare you"

"No how dare you" I shot back 

"Stupid bitch" I mumbled not quite under my breath. 

That was a mistake she pulled back her hand and slapped me hard enough to make my eyes tear.

I couldn't believe this uppity bitch had slapped me. I slapped her right back using the back of my hand instead of the palm. Karolyn and Mr. Thomas both looked startled and a little scared. With good reason too Mrs. Thomas lunged at me; she was surprisingly agile for a woman in four-inch heels. 

Mr. Thomas had to physically restrain her. He was easily a half-foot taller than his statuesque wife and outweighed her by at least sixty pounds but still he had to struggle to hold her. After that everything was a blur but by the next day Karolyn was packed up and gone. I tried in vain to contact her. I'd gone to her father as a desperate plea he had been no help. In a last ditch effort I'd even confronted Mrs. Thomas.

At first she hadn't been very forth coming then she had given me a few recent photos and she sent me a new one from time to time but still no word about Karolyn. I asked her once why she even bothered to send the pictures and she'd said "I admire the way you defended her, No one before or since you has been willing to confront me or defend my daughter to me." 

I had seen Mrs. Thomas from time to time, most recently at a charity benefit my office had sponsored few months back. She had looked stunning as always. Her black dress was short and the back was cut low enough for me to see the shallow dip at the base of her spine. If it were any lower he ass crack would have been showing. She had more than a few drinks and was stumbling when I found her wandering the halls.

I'd gotten bored and had been doing a little wandering myself. She was stumbling a little but other than that she didn't appear out of sorts. I offered her my arm for support and she took it, she pulled herself closer to me than necessary leaned against me. She looked in my eyes and said "Thanks."

Then before I realized what she was doing she grabbed my hair and kissed me. I tried to push her away but she wouldn't budge. She pulled me closer her hands tangled in my hair and her thighs straddling 

My left leg, I tried to keep my lips firmly pressed together but her tongue played over my lips and I opened to her. T grabbed her ass and rode her thigh as she ground her sex against me. My dress was longer than hers was so her pussy was moving against the satin of my gown while her dress was hiked up giving me access to her firm muscular thigh. I moaned against her lips and moved my hands to caress her breasts. She moved one of her hand from my hair and pressed it against the wall behind us, as I moved back a step or two. She had me pressed against the wall and she was riding me like a pro. I could feel her body tensing as she came. I was only second behind her I buried my face in the crook of her neck and I could feel her teeth biting into my shoulder blade as she cried out. When she stepped away from me she looked a little dazed. She'd left a wet spot on the dark satin of my dress. She backed away and if I hadn't grabbed her wrist I felt sure she would have hurried off. "Where you running off to Katherine."

She looked uneasy as I held her fast. 

"Let go of me"

"Not yet Kitty Kat" I played on her nickname

She looked like she might cry so I loosened my grip a bit.

"Please" she pleaded

"What just happened Kitty?"

"I don't know. I had to many drinks"

"No you didn't Kitty Kat level with me" I said looking into her eyes

"What do you mean?"

"I mean when I kissed you, I didn't taste alcohol. If you'd had that many drinks surely you'd taste and even reek of alcohol right? You stumbled earlier and just a second ago you were ready to bolt. You're a helluva actress though Kitty Kat. You almost fooled me."

"Stop calling me that. And let go of me. All of sudden you're Nancy fucking Drew"

"Stop calling you what Kitty Kat? I can think of a few other names for you" I let go of her arm and quickly embraced her for a moment. Then I ran my hands underneath her dress and cupped her ass. "Is this better" I was kneading the firm flesh lightly. I felt her relax against me as I kissed her lightly on the lips. 

"Were you always a closet slut or just recently? Little queer. Stupid little bitch" I was repeating verbatim the words she had said to me in the dorm years earlier. 

"Stop. Please." 

"Not on your life Kitty Kat"

I moved my hands up her back and lowered the straps that held her dress in place. Lowering the top of the dress I kissed her naked breasts, pulling her hard chocolate colored nipple into my mouth. She arched against me as inhaled the scent of her perfume mixed with the unmistakable odor of sex. 

I teased her for a while enjoying the way she moaned and undulated against me, then without warning I straighten her dress and started to walk away.

"Where are you going?" She grabbed my hand pulling me back to her.

I kissed her deeply, then backed away "Good night Kitty Kat"

She had stood there while I walked away. When I turned back she lifted her hand then pressed her hand to her lips blowing me a kiss. She mouthed a silent "Thank you" and walked away. The next Day she had sent a breathtaking flower arrangement, and she'd called me. Just hearing her voice on the phone had me wet. 

Corrin was still kneeling before me and it was hard not to superimpose Katherine's feature onto her face. 

As Corrin had gotten older she had begun to look more like her mother. If I didn't know better I'd say with a yellow suit and a slightly different hairstyle she'd look exactly as Katherine had the day she caught us. It was more than a little unsettling

I pushed Corrin away, and stood. Finally my mind was back from its coffee break. A lot of things didn't add up and I wanted answers. Sure I was horny as hell but I needed to know a few things.

"Why are you here Karo... Corrin?" 

"Closure" 

"Elaborate"

I actually took a step back as she whirled around to face me. I remembered she used to have a helluva left hook. "Like mother like daughter" I thought. She advanced and I backed up again. 

"You never even wrote me. You said you loved me but you never came for me"

She sounded like a little girl, and there was a tremor in her voice. I had never seen Corrin cry, not even when her parents came to take her away. But her eyes were glistening and her voice was trembling.

I was shocked and for the second time within 20 minutes I was speechless.

When I regained myself I told her

"Honey I tried, for years and years I tried."

I took a step closer to her. 

"I sent letters and emails and tried to call you but nothing. I even went to your parents." I was close enough to touch her now but I didn't, I opened my arms for her to step into them. She looked for a moment before stepping into the circle of my arms.

"They changed your name and everything. How could I find you?"

She didn't say anything, from the way she was trembling in my arms I knew she was crying and doing all she could to suppress a sob. I rubbed gentle circles on her back, as if she were a fussy child. 

"Why didn't you call me? I didn't change my name."

She broke then, sobbing into my shoulder. I held her tight and let her cry. When she was coherent she answered my question. 

"I couldn't. I hated you, I thought you left me with them. That you'd lied. My parents agreed if you loved me enough and came after me I could go with you. They didn't want me besmirching the family name at the school, couldn't have it getting out that their daughter was a lezzy could they."

I looked at her wanting to cry my damn self at all those years of hurt and anger. 

"I swear to you that I loved you." I walked over to the desk and unlocked the bottom drawer it was filled with letters and cards. All addressed to her all returned unopened. 

"Look" I pointed "I sent these to your house. I knew your parents traveled a lot so I figured you'd get at least some of them."

She knelt on the ground pulling out all the letters and cards. There was a card for each birthday, Christmas and Valentines Day for the past 12 years. The letters were more numerous, at first I'd written almost every day but over the years I'd written them less and less. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes again. They spilled over her cheeks, she didn't move to wipe them she just looked at me crying. I knew that I'd never seen her so vulnerable, even with her almost insatiable need of sex in those days we had never gotten this intimate. I kneeled on the floor next to her I was crying too; we probably made a helluva a picture. The two of us sitting among letters in business suits crying. 

The clock on the wall told me our hour-long appointment was due to be over in 15 minutes. We hadn't even discussed business. "Well Miss St James I guess we need to reschedule this meeting."

"Whatever for"

"We haven't discussed anything relevant to the new ad campaign"

"You know buzz around here is that if you make this deal you'll get partner."

"And how would you know that?" I was really interested in how she knew.

"You went to school with me for eight years, you know I always do my homework." 

I smiled she was nothing if not studious, hell some of the time she'd done my homework.

"Anyway I'd planned to come in here today to tease you a little and jerk you around. Then tell you sorry; no go on the deal. You wouldn't make partner and the higher ups would remember this for ages. I'm worth millions you know" 

"Well what a conniving little bitch you turned out to be" I feigned anger and she laughed. I couldn't really blame her could I? Meanwhile I was a little apprehensive about the real possibility of losing this deal. She looked at me intently for a while. 

"Aren't you going to ask what I'm going to do now?"

"Are you going to tell me"?

"You got the deal"

"Because I used to rock your world?" I asked, relief clouding my senses 

"Used to?" She moved closer to me and took my hand. She worked my hand under her skirt; the crotch of her panties was soaked. "Baby you still rock my world."

She moaned deep in her throat as I pushed her panties aside and began to fuck her pussy with three fingers. She rode my hand with abandon and began to unbutton her suit jacket. Once the jacket was open she slid her hands under the lacy fabric of her bra and began pulling and tugging her nipples. She had always been vocal but now she was practically screaming. I reached over near the desk and picked up the small piece of fabric that lay there. It was my underwear that she'd torn off. I smiled and pushed them on her lips, never breaking the slow steady rhythm of my fingers. She opened her mouth for the makeshift gag as I pushed the panties in. With that done I leaned forward and began licking and sucking her already hard nipples as she ground her pussy on my hand. I could feel her muscles tightening around my fingers as I lightly ran my teeth over her breasts. I took the thumb nail of my free hand and ran it over her clit, 




Reunited Ch. 01



"Let's hear it for social networking," Becky smiled. 

The pretty blonde sat curled on one end of the couch in her living room, her legs folded under her and glass of wine held negligently in her hand. Her guest sat opposite her on the couch, firm legs curled under her short skirt, a white blouse hugging her full curves and contrasting with her dark brown curls, her bright blue eyes twinkling with joy and a hint of mischief. Becky realized suddenly that she'd been smiling since she opened her front door to find Liz standing on her front step.

"Isn't it amazing," Liz laughed brightly. "All these new toys they didn't have when we were in college..."

"Music downloads," Becky offered, waving a hand toward the home entertainment center and the music softly playing in the background.

"Wifi," Liz smiled.

"Smart phones," Becky grinned.

"Oh gods," Liz laughed, briefly hiding her face against her shoulder.

"What?" Becky asked, puzzled.

"Can you imagine," Liz replied, peaking at Becky through a curtain of dark curls, "if they'd had camera phones back in college. The pictures of me that would have been all over the internet..."

Becky flushed hotly as memories flooded back: a crowd of guys around a door watching, Liz face-down on a bed, naked, her face flushed and sticky, a strange man fucking her ass while cum oozed visibly from her abused pussy. 

"Oh God," Becky shuddered, laughing weakly. "Your father would have killed you."

Liz laughed, "Probably wouldn't have helped the whole 'family values' platform, I guess... having photos of his daughter's antics all over the 'net."

"How is your dad anyway?" Becky asked.

"The Senator is retired now," Liz replied. "He got the boot in the last 'throw the bastards out' wave. Now he's on the lecture circuit, still standing up for family values... which is funny given the divorce and the fact that he's fucking an intern named Antonio."

"Seriously?" Becky stared at her friend, laughing.

"I don't blame him," Liz smiled. "Antonio has fantastic abs and he can do amazing things with his tongue."

"Oh my God!" Becky clapped her hand over her mouth. "You fucked your father's boyfriend. You are such a slut."

"A slut is just a woman who isn't afraid to admit she likes sex," Liz purred, leaning closer to Becky. "and is able to get it when she wants it."

Becky blushed again, suddenly remembering Liz bent over a sink in the ladies' restroom, short skirt bunched up around her waist, round ass red from spanking. Then she remembered Liz on her knees, looking up from between pale thighs. The feeling on her hot breath on Becky's... 

"So, do you ever hear from Derrick?" Liz asked softly. Becky jumped, snapping out of her memories. She felt strangely conscious of the other woman's knee touching hers.

"Derrick?" Becky stammered, "Oh God, Derrick. No, I don't think I've talked to him since we broke up. That was a little after you graduated. It just didn't work out between us."

"He said so," Liz smiled slightly. "I remember him saying he wasn't the right guy for you."

"Yeah," Becky felt her smile returning. "but it was a lot of fun to try." 

"I remember that, too," Liz grinned. 

Becky's mind flashed to the memory of Derrick, tall, handsome with dark, mesmerizing eyes. She remembered his powerful hands pushing her onto the bed, while Liz knelt beside them, naked, rubbing her own clit as she watched. 

Becky groaned, burying her red face in a cushion. 

"Oh God," Becky mumbled, "my face is burning."

"I've always thought your face was hot," Liz smirked.

Becky threw the cushion at her. "That was just pathetic," she laughed.

"Can't blame a girl for trying," Liz grinned.

"You're not even blushing," Becky grinned back, looked at her friend. "How can you remember the stuff we did back then and not blush?"

"Because I'm not embarrassed by it," Liz replied calmly, a slight smile on her face. "Because even those few bad things, I survived and I'm not ashamed of. But most of it, I remember fondly... very, very fondly."

Liz leaned forward, her face inches from Becky's, her blue eyes bright and wild. Her fingers traced warm lines down Becky's cheek. 

"Do you..." Liz whispered in a husky voice, "... remember me... fondly?"

"Liz," Becky whispered into her old lover's lips, " are you trying to seduce me."

"I've been trying to seduce you since the moment I walked in the door." Liz's finger traced a line down Becky's neck to brush along the collar of her t-shirt.

"Slut," Becky purred, closing her eyes.

"Yes," Liz sighed, "mistress."

Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Becky's lips parted and their tongues fluttered together. Liz's fingers slid lower, her hand cupped Becky's small, pert breast, squeezing through the fabric of her t-shirt. Becky moaned into her lover's mouth. Becky's arms moved to encircle Liz's shoulders. 

Becky jumped back, suddenly. The glass of wine, forgotten in her grip, had quavered and dripped onto her hand. 

"Damn it," she gasped, panting for reasons that had nothing to do with the wine. "I almost spilled this all over you."

Liz leaned back slightly. Her head cocked to the side as she gave Becky a quizzical look. Slowly, with a slight smile, she reached out and took the wine glass for her old lover's hand. Becky watched, strangely entranced, as Liz lifted the glass to her lips and took a slow swallow of the bright red liquid.

"No," Liz purred softly. "we wouldn't want to spill it. Would we?" 

Slowly and deliberately, Liz tipped the glass forward, pouring red wine down over her pale cleavage. The red stain spread across Liz's expensive white blouse as the white flowed over her full, round breasts.

"You're going to ruin that blouse," Becky said breathlessly, unable to take her eyes from the swell of Liz's breasts.

"I'd better take it off," Liz purred. "So we can soak it."

"Yes," Becky breathed.

Slowly, Liz unbuttoned her stained blouse, revealing the curves of her full breasts, contained in a pale, lacy bra and the smooth surface of her belly. Slowly, she peeled the wet fabric from her chest and dropped it onto the floor. 

"Oh," Liz pouted exaggeratedly, "my bra is stained too."

Her fingers traced the edge of the lace, down the slope of her full breasts. With a deft twist, she unhooked her bra and shrugged it off. Her heavy breasts fell free, their full curves pale where they weren't shiny with dark wine, large round areolas pink against her fair skin , nipples achingly hard. 

"I'm all sticky," Liz purred, a wicked grin rising on her face.

"You," Becky growled, leaning down toward Liz's full, round breasts, "are... unbelievable."

Liz pouted, leaning teasingly away from her friend. Becky grabbed her arms and pulled her forward again.

"Here," Becky sighed, "let me help you clean up."

Becky's tongue flickered out, fluttering over the hard tip of Liz's breast. Liz groaned, her playful expression fading into unabashed lust. Becky's tongue lapped along Liz's soft skin, licking off the sweet, sticky wine. Her hands moved to cup her lover's heavy breasts, squeezing and molding them as her tongue slid over every sticky inch of their surface. As she worked across Liz's breasts, Becky paused occasionally to suck and nip at the soft skin before moving on. Liz whimpered and moaned. Her fingers tangled in Becky's blonde hair. Becky looked up at Liz, smiling over the swell of her breasts. She lowered her face once more, sucking firmly first on one nipple and then on the next. With a gentle nip that sparked a pained gasped from Liz, Becky released her and rocked back onto her hips.

"There, all clean," she panted, her eyes shining. With a shuddering breath, she glanced down at the pile of stained fabric on the floor. With a laugh she added, "We really should soak that. You've probably ruined it."

"I don't care," Liz purred. "It was worth it."

"Come on," Becky said, pulling herself to her feet.

It seemed the most natural thing in the world for Becky to lead Liz to the bathroom in the house's master suite. Later she would wonder abstractly why she hadn't chosen the kitchen or the hall bathroom, but by then, she already knew the answer. Likely, she always had. 

Becky rested her shoulder against the bathroom door, watching, as Liz bent over the bathroom sink, soaking her stained blouse and bra in the hot water. The brunette's breasts swung freely, reflected in the bathroom mirror. Her dark, curly hair spilled down the pale skin of her bare back. The short black skirt hugged her hips, and below it her shapely legs stretched to the floor. Becky felt her eyes drawn to the hem of the skirt, rising as Liz bent lower over the sink, creeping up to reveal the curve of her full ass and the flushed, swollen lips of her pussy, framed perfectly between her strong thighs.

"Jeez, Liz," Becky sighed. "You're not even wearing panties?"

"No, I'm not." Liz looked back over her shoulder at Becky, smiling through the curtain of her curly hair. "Am I bad girl?"

In two quick steps, Becky closed the distance between them, her open hand swinging to deliver a stinging blow to Liz's half-bared ass. Liz gasped as her body rocked with the blow. Sensuously, she arched her back, lifting her ass toward Becky.

"Yes." Becky's voice quavered between laughter and lust. "You are a very bad girl."

Becky's left hand slid up, wrapping her fingers around Liz's neck. Her right came up again. The two women watched it rise in the reflection of the mirror, poised in the air above Liz's ass.

"Now you're going to be punished," Becky whispered, "slut."

Becky's hand fell, striking another stinging blow against Liz's ass. With a quick gesture, she flipped the brunette's little skirt up, completely baring the pale curves of her round ass. One cheek was already flushed pink from the first two blows. 

Becky smiled, raining a flurry of open-handed blows down on each ass cheek. Liz moaned and whimpered with each fierce slap. Her pale ass grew red, as Becky continued to spank her. Liz's back arched more, raising her buttocks to meet the blows. Her legs spread slightly. Becky turned her hand, slapping Liz's upper thighs where they met her ass. The other woman gasped. 

Becky paused, smiling, then delivered a sharp blow directly between Liz's legs. Liz moaned as Becky spanked her pussy. Becky rested her hand between Liz's thighs, her fingers tracing the other woman's wet folds. Liz shuddered and groaned, pushing back against Becky's teasing fingers. With a quick blow, she slapped Liz's pussy hard. Liz gave a shocked little cry. 

Smiling, Becky withdrew her hand. 

"You are a very bad girl," Becky smiled. "You are a naughty little slut who likes getting spanked."

"Yes," Liz moaned. "I am a naughty slut and I love getting spanked. Punish me mistress. Please."

Becky reached down and picked up a hairbrush from the bathroom counter. Liz's eyes grew wide. Becky smiled.

The hairbrush made a loud crack as it struck. Liz yelped, jumping at the blow. Becky stood for a moment, admiring the red rectangle blooming on Liz's already pink ass. Liz cried out as Becky's second blow drew another red mark on the opposite cheek. She shrieked as the next blow crossed the mark left by the first and gave a quivering moan as the next blow, and the next, and the next, crossed and recrossed the burning redness on her ass. 

Panting, Becky lowered the hair brush. Liz leaned over the bathroom sink, clutching the counter and gasping for breath. Liz's hair hung in disarray around her face. Her full breasts heaved, flushed as red as her beaten ass. 

Becky slowly turned the brush in her hand. Leaning forward again, she pressed the handle against the slick folds of Liz pussy. Liz groaned fiercely as the thick handle penetrated her. Working slowly, Becky moved the brush in and out of Liz's pussy, gently thrusting it deeper and deeper into the other woman. Liz moaned and thrust back against the handle. Pressing her palm against the brush, Becky reached her fingers forward and found Liz's engorged clit. The brunette quivered, grinding her hips against Becky's fingers, driving the brush deeper into herself. Liz's breathing quickened. Her hips rocked and thrust franticly. The edge of the brush itself was driven slightly into her wet folds as Liz violently fucked herself on it.

With a desperate cry, Liz's body convulsed, shaking as an intense orgasm overwhelmed her. Panting, she sank to her knees on the bathroom floor, the hairbrush still deep in her spasming pussy.

Gasping herself, Becky looked down at Liz's crumpled form. Quickly, Becky pulled off her t-shirt and unhooked her bra. With a single motion, she pulled off her jeans and panties and kicked them away. Turning, Becky stalked over to the large bed that dominated the master bedroom. She dropped onto the edge and spread her legs.

"Come here," Becky said in a firm voice. 

Liz looked up at Becky, through her tousled hair. With a soft whimper, she pulled the brush from her body and let it clatter to the floor.

"I said come here," Becky commanded. "Come here, you slut, and eat my pussy."

Languidly, Liz curled to her hands and knees. Her heavy breasts swayed as she crawled, cat-like, across the floor. 

"That's right," Becky panted, watching every motion of Liz's lush body. "Crawl to me."

"My mistress," Liz purred. 

"Oh God," Becky gasped, catching the intensity in Liz's eyes. "Yes."

"My mistress," Liz growled, sliding her hands up Becky's legs. 

"Yes," Becky sighed, leaning back.

"Mine," Liz breathed, her breath hot against Becky's thighs. 

Becky's hand leapt out, seizing Liz's curly hair, holding her head firm. The two women locked eyes over the blonde curls of Becky's pussy.

"Mine," Becky snarled. 

Roughly, she pulled Liz's face forward. She felt Liz's tongue lash out, parting her folds and fluttering along her slick flesh. Liz's hands clutched at Becky's thighs as Becky rolled her head back and groaned in savage lust.

"Oh yeah," Becky cried. "Oh eat me, eat me you fucking slut. Lick my pussy."

Liz licked and sucked at the outer folds of her pussy.

"Oh god, yes!" Becky growled. "Yes, yes, yes... you fucking... slut... oh god." 

Liz's tongue fluttered over Becky's clit.

"That's it," Becky moaned, pulling the brunette's hair harder, grinding her pussy into Liz's face, "just like that. It feels so good. Oh god, Lizzy... my Lizzy... my fucking slut... eat me!"

Liz's fingers parted Becky's folds. Her tongue teased and fluttered over Becky's clit. Thrusting, she pushed two fingers into Becky's warm pussy, touching her inside.

"Oh god," Becky moaned, "Oh yes... Lizzy, yes... don't stop... my fucking slut...don't stop... I'm... I'm... I'm coming!"

Becky spasmed, arching back onto the bed as her whole body tensed with the power of her orgasm. Slowly, it faded away, then suddenly she spasmed again. Liz's tongue continued to flick against Becky's clit, sending little sparks of pleasure that coursed through her body.

"Enough," Becky moaned, "enough."

Smiling, Liz rocked back onto her heels. Languidly, she crawled up onto the bed and stretched out next to Becky, their naked bodies pressed against each other. Liz's fingers traced slow spirals along Becky's side and belly. Gently, she rested her head against her lover's small breast.

For a while, they lay together like that.

"I love you," Liz said finally.

"I love you," Becky replied lazily, then tensed suddenly. "Oh God!"

"What?" Liz purred.

"I think I just cheated on my husband," Becky moaned, covering her face with her hand, trying to pretend that the other hand wasn't still cupping Liz's breast.

Liz laughed softly. "Maybe, a little."

"A little," Becky laughed humorously. "Is that like being a little pregnant?"

Liz lifted her head, propping it on one arm to meet Becky's eyes.

"Do you love your husband? Do you want to spend your life with him?" Liz asked calmly.

"Yes," Becky groaned, "but I just found you again. I don't want to give this up."

"Then don't," Liz replied. "I can share. You know that. Can he?"

"I don't know," Becky moaned.

"Well, we could ask," Liz replied. Then, with a mischievous smile, added, "I bet we could convince him."



Reunited Ch. 01



As the sun set on a beautiful spring day, two people sighed at the view. One, Ellie Brown, sighed with relief. It was the first anniversary of her escape; her year of freedom had been everything she'd dreamed it would be and more. While she fervently hoped that the search for her would soon end, allowing her to live at ease once again, she mainly felt thankful for her continual ability to evade recapture. She released another sigh and grabbed her pack. She had hiked the mountain trail to find a good spot to get a photograph of the city bathed in the setting sun's last rays.

The other, Alexander Reynolds, was sighing with contentment as he watched the sun dip behind the mountains. He had finally reached the city after one extremely long week of packing and two straight days of driving. He'd been longing to live there for years after a family vacation in high school had introduced him to the nearby mountains. Now he had accomplished that goal and had even scored an apartment with a perfect mountain view. 

Grabbing his jacket, he locked up and set out to explore the neighborhood. Though he was exhausted, sore, and hungry, he smiled. He was actually here. His apartment was in an amazing location: within walking or biking distance of both the bustling downtown scene and the area where he'd be starting his new job in a week. 

The only thing missing from his life was a girl, and now that he was settled down, he could rectify that pretty quickly. That would please his mother more than anything else he could do. She kept teasing him, asking when he'd provide her with grandchildren. He smiled and whistled a tune to himself as he spotted an all-night diner that advertised steaks. Yep, life was looking good. 



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"Two pitchers."

"Rum & Coke."

"A pitcher and five cups, please!"

"Three of the shots on special!"

The bar was swamped. Every time Ellie turned she heard more orders. Luckily for the customers, all the most experienced bartenders were working. As she scurried to and fro making drinks, serving them, and taking money, her thoughts were elsewhere. She loved working in the bar because people flocked to the place and kept it busy, so her work was generally mindless. 

"Last call, ladies and gentlemen!"

Groans sounded throughout the bar. Some nights the girls were willing to stay open later, but the managers generally didn't approve. Most of the patrons started to disperse, finishing their drinks as they walked toward the doors. A few ordered more drinks as they readied themselves to leave. 

"Almost done, girlies!" cried Carrie Kent, Ellie's closest friend. She was always optimistic, particularly at work. Ellie loved working with her, was glad to have met her; it almost made everything worth it sometimes. 

"How do tips look, Carrie?"

"This jar's full and that's just the TIP of the iceberg!" Carrie giggled. She loved making puns, no matter how decidedly not funny they were. 

Ellie's laughter followed quickly. She was bent over a table next to the bar as she cleaned up the cups and pitchers. She looked up, still smiling, as a late-comer walked up to the bar. He glanced at her and her smile froze. 

Carrie noticed the new customer. "Sorry, sir," she called out. "Last call is over. We're closing down now." She looked past him at Ellie, who had just dropped all of her stuff and walked to the back room in a daze. The stranger spoke, drawing her attention again, "Oh. I apologize for the inconvenience. What are your normal hours?"

"We're open from two to two every day." 

"Well, I suppose I'll have to return then."

"Please do." Carrie surveyed the man. He was quite tall, well over six feet, and thin yet muscular. His smile was simply adorable. She batted her eyes at him. "We love new customers," she said with a grin. "I'm Carrie."

"Alec. I'll see you around, Carrie." The man winked at her before walking out. 

After the girls had finished cleaning the front rooms, Carrie went to the kitchens to find her friend. Ellie was washing the last pile of the night's dishes, her expression vacant. 

"Els?" 

She jumped as she realized someone was in the room with her. "Yes?"

"What happened back there? You just dropped your stuff and walked off."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I remembered suddenly that Gene had asked if I could help clean back here tonight." 

Carrie detected a false note in her friend's voice, but decided to let the matter drop. Ellie didn't normally lie, so she must have had a good reason to stop working, plus Carrie hated doing dishes, so she couldn't really complain. 

"Move over, you goof. I'll help you finish so we can leave." Carrie debated telling her friend about the guy who'd come in. He sure was handsome, but Ellie's didn't seem in the mood for gossip, so she remained quiet and daydreamed about entirely inappropriate things with that man.

The two finished the dishes in silence, comfortable in their routine and their friendship yet unaware that both of their minds were filled with thoughts about the same man.



Reunited Ch. 01



Then pulled it between my thumb and index finger. That sent her over the edge. Her pussy was actually making squishing sounds as she continued to pump her hips against my hand. 

Once she quieted I pulled the underwear from her mouth and kissed her. My tongue explored her mouth 

As my hands became reacquainted the landscape of her body. 

I pulled back standing then helping her to her feet. Once she was standing I undressed her properly. She was going to have a hell of a time smoothing out her wrinkled skirt and Jacket. When she was completely naked except for a pair of peach pumps I draped the clothes over the back of a chair and motioned her to sit in the other one. I removed my own clothes and laid them neatly beside hers. When I turned back she had her legs crossed and her expression fixed as it she really was sitting in an honest to god business meeting. I laughed as I walked over to her. I knelt in front of her and spread her legs then with no preamble at all I began eating her pussy. She hooked one of her legs behind my head and pulled me closer, effectively trapping me at her pussy. I flicked my tongue out and delved in to her hot dark wetness. Her scent engulfed me as worked my tongue deeper. She moaned and pulled her leg tighter around my neck as I spread her pussy lips and flicked the tip of my tongue over her engorged clit. For the second time today I thought she was going to choke me, as her leg flexed or at the very least break my neck. I dug my fingernails into her thigh since trying to talk would have done me no good; she loosened her grip a bit. Satisfied that I'd been spared mortal danger I went back to the task at hand. 

I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked it lightly; she pulled my head closer using her hands this time. Grinding her pussy against my lips. I picked up the speed and began rapidly flicking my tongue in circles around her clit while I inserted two and then three fingers into her cunt. I had to use my free hand to anchor her to the chair, and keep her from knocking us both to the ground with her bucking hips.

I slipped my mouth from her clit and replaced it with my thumb. Moving my head lower I slipped my tongue into he pussy for a moment then moved lower still. She moaned louder as I ran my tongue around her tight little ass hole. I could feel the muscle contract as I pushed my tongue deeper. I kept up the rhythm of my hand as I delved deeper into her ass. She was over the edge now; I could feel her pussy squeezing my fingers as her ass contracted around my tongue. When she was spent I cleaned her juices from her sex with my tongue and lay my head in her lap. She stroked my sweaty hair as we sat there in silence for a few moments.

She looked down at me and smiled 

"Tired?"

"That depends on what the follow up question is. If it involves work or heavy labor then yes. Yes I am."

She lifted my head from her lap and looked me in the eye.

"To tired for me to give you a good once over?" 

I pulled her from the chair and she tumbled on top of me, her lips only inches from mine.

"Just once?" I asked raising an eyebrow. 

She laughed and lowered her head to kiss me. Just then the intercom buzzed. I thought I told that damn girl not to disturb me. I rolled over reversing our positions and then stood. 

"What is it?" I snapped into the receiver.

"Your eleven o'clock canceled"

"Fine" I slammed down the receiver before she said another word. 

"What did she want?"

"To tell me my eleven o' clock canceled"

"You should fire her"

"Why?"

"Are you sleeping with her?"

"No are you?" 

"No. She sold you out for a fifty-dollar lunch and a pair of shoes."

"What kind of shoes and to who?"

"Jean Paul Gaultier and to me"

"Oh not L'enfant Terrible" 

"Fraid so"

"Oh the horror. I can't fire her anyway she's the bosses girl."

"Pity that."

I laughed and walked over to her. "I believe somebody mentioned something about multiple orgasms"

"I believe that somebody was you" She replied

"You, Me. Let's not split hairs"

I leaned forward to kiss her, but the next words out of her mouth stopped me where I stood.

"Did you ever sleep with my mother?"

I stood stock still for a moment then vying for time I jokingly said "did you?" 

"Well me and mommy dearest got real close and cozy over the years. But She's wanted you since that first day. Remember when you slapped her?"

"What do you mean cozy?" 

Want me to paint you a picture? I mean we fuck. Shocked?"

"No. Besides I didn't sleep with her. I did publicly grope and fondle her though. Shocked?"

She made a face and mimicked me "no."

"Good." I leaned in and kissed her as she ran her hands down my back and rested them on my lower back. She pulled away after a moment. "I have to go." 

"Why?"

"I have other appointments today."

"Are you mad Corrin?"

"No." She was already putting her clothes back on. 

I couldn't follow what had just happened I wondered if she actually did have places to be or if she was mad. Also if she was mad why had she kissed me passionately a moment ago. All of my thoughts took place in less than a minute but by the time they had passed she was fully dressed.

Part Two is in the works. Feedback is not only appreciated it's also helpful so please vote and send feedback. Thanks. 



Reunited Ch. 02



Marco slept, dreaming of the life he will lead now that he had found his Ana. A home, his little girl, and his beloved Ana pregnant with their next child. Finally things were going to be right with them. Marco turned in bed, half-asleep, to hold her in his arms but he couldn't feel her. He opened his eyes to find that Ana was no longer there.

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Ana sat back on her chair and tried to calm her nerves. She was tired, no doubt to the fact that she woke in the middle of the night to the same nightmare she had a long time ago. Back that one night when she thought she could actually have it all, the night before she found out she was pregnant. 

She knew she could not ignore it; while her sister's happened to be the ability to manipulate people's thoughts to do her bidding, she saw the future. Her mother and Nona had told her to embrace her gift and to hone in her skills, but since she foresaw and then actually saw the death of her beloved Grandmamma she could not bear to do so. 

And so she did this morning what she had done once done before. Quietly she slipped out of Marco's embrace, packed her suitcase, and ran. Checked out of the hotel, grabbed a cab to the airport, and hitched on the first plane back to New York. By now he should be waking up; she wondered if he would be furious, sad, or disappointed. He so much wanted to take care of her, but he can't...

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"Where is the lady from bungalow 5? Where is Ana," he asked the clerk at the front desk. 

"I'm sorry she checked out early this morning sir," the young lady responded.

"Where did she go? Can you get me her address," Marco continued on. He just had to follow her now that he might possibly have a lead on her. 

"That information is confidential sir. I cannot give it to you," the clerk responded a bit irate. She was giving him the same information the other clerk just told him. What was he expecting? A different response?

Marco endured the last day of the seminar and took a plane back to Mississippi. That evening he went back to the smoky bar to find her. As Ana's twin sister Eva had some of the same beauty and mystery that surrounded Ana. But while Ana was conservative and logical, Eva was wild and unrestrained. She was leaning against the bar dressed in a short little top and low riding tight pants. She was making mean work of some poor schlub trying to buy her a drink and get his paws all over her. Then suddenly the man got a glazed look on his face and walked away. Seizing his opportunity Marco walked over and took the recently vacated seat.

"What did you say to that poor man that made him walk away that way," he asked her while signaling the barman for a beer.

Eva turned and regarded the Spanish man speaking to her. Why did he keep coming back, she wondered. He must be a glutton for punishment. "Hello Marco, care to buy a lady a drink?"

"You're no lady," he said taking a sip of his beer.

"No need to be rude! What do you want," she queried. She knew what he wanted, he kept asking the same damn thing every time. There was no way he was going to get her sister and nieces location. Promises were made to be kept in the family, specially between twin sisters.

"I saw Ana last week," Marco told her nonchalantly. He stared at Eva's reflection on the mirror behind the bar. There was a bit of surprise but overall looked calm. Damn that icy façade.

"Well I guess you found her," she replied downing the last of her scotch and looking around for her next fool, "why are you bothering me for?"

"I lost her and I need to get her back" Marco turned to her to plead for her help, "Eva please, you --" Suddenly Marco found himself outside of the bar ... it happened again. But how? There was only one other person he could ask; just the thought made his blood turn cold and his muscles shiver.

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A full moon lay overhead as Marco drove his Jeep through the swampy trail to Madam Mignon's. The old woman used to work for Ana's family before her mother got married, and then had stayed on as their nanny when Ana and Eva were born. Then something happened with their old man, and he kicked old Mignon out. Now she lived in a little house outside the city limits like a gypsy; reading palms and what not. She was Marco's last hope, surely she could know something . . . Anything.

Hesitantly he walked to the door and was about to knock, when slowly the door began to open on its own. "Marco Sanchez De La Rosa," a voice called from inside. He walked in and found the old woman setting down a tea tray on a small table. "I must be getting old," she said," I was expecting you weeks ago."

"If you were expecting me, then you know why I'm here." It was more of a statement than a question. But even still Marco was unsure if he could trust anything this old woman said.

Mignon took a look at Marco's strong arms and tall frame, Marco was very much the man she foresaw so many years ago. "You are here to ask me about Ana," she said sitting down in a chair next to the table. "If I am right I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't let the mosquitoes in, close the door and sit with me."

Could have been a lucky guess. The old woman knew he and Ana used to be together, or maybe even Eva had called her or something. Even still, he could not let this opportunity slip away. Marco closed the door, crossed the small room and sat in the chair across from her. He had to give her some credit, the tea was set for two; but then again that could be just another coincidence. 

"Have some tea with me," she said offering Marco a cup. It smelled sweet, like a mix of the sweetest fruits and flowers. When he began to drink though, it tasted bitterly sour. He noticed the old lady hadn't drank from her cup yet, but instead turned and put something in an incense burner. 

"Do you know where Ana is," he asked her while still continuing to drink his tea.

"I may have an idea," she answered, "but the question is why do you want to know?"

"I have my reasons," he answered putting down the empty tea cup.

"Do you love her," Madam Mignon asked refilling it.

"That is none of your business woman," he retorted. Suddenly he felt a little light headed. He drank more of the tea hoping to clear it, but instead his breath began to feel short, his thoughts were all muddled. Marco knew he was there for a reason, but what it was it suddenly escaped him. Then he heard it, "Marco" It was a soft whisper coming from the room behind a doorway. He felt himself be drawn to it and as he pulled back the curtains shielding it he saw her. Ana was laying on a bed covered completely in flower petals. She looked beautiful with her hair splayed across the pillow. 

"Come to me," she whispered with her arms stretched out towards him. "I've waited for you for so long."

"Ana." Marco quickly crossed the room and knelt next to her. "I've looked for you everywhere. Why did you leave me?"

"That shouldn't matter," she said beginning to undress him. "The only thing that matters is that you are here now with me. I want you Marco." She kissed him with ready lips. Her hands on his chest felt like Heaven, and he never wanted her more than he did that moment. Quickly she undid his pants and was pushing him down. It all seemed so fast, something just seemed wrong. She went low and began to suck at his thickening length. Her tongue wrapping around him, her hot mouth taking him all in.

He tried to slow her down, "Ana please, asi no, not like this." Ana clearly wanted him as much as he wanted her, but if she was finally going to be with him he wanted to make sure she was doing it for the right reasons. 

"Please Marco, I need you!" She pleaded, "I need to be filled the only way you can fill me."

This definitely wasn't right. "Ana what is wrong? This isn't like you. Tell me why did you leave me before."

She bowed her head to the floor not meeting his gaze. "I--," she began. Then the curtains were suddenly flew back and there he stood dark with fury. James Watson may be an old man, but when he glanced at anyone with his blue eyes dark with anger it was enough to send chills down the strongest man's back. He took his daughter's wrist and wrenched Ana away from Marco.

"No daughter of mine will play hussy to anyone but her husband," he said tersely walking away.

"No," Marco cried out jumping up and blocking the doorway. He didn't care if he was naked in front of Ana's father, he wasn't about to loose her again without a fight.

"Who are you to tell me what to do with my daughter," Mr. Watson said looking Marco up and down as if to measure him. "You have nothing to offer me nor my daughter."

"I have enough sir," he said standing up straighter and staring back at those cold blue eyes. "And above all I love her. I refuse walking away with her, you will not take her away from me." And with that he took James Watson by the collar and pants and tossed him out.

"Oh my!" Ana whispered collapsing back on the bed. The look of complete shock on her face mad all Marco's strength go away, replaced by worry and protectiveness. 

He quickly crossed back and sat by her side. He wrapped his arms around Ana's shoulders and murmured soft comforting words in her ear. Marco lightly took her chin and turned her to face him and kissed her lovingly. But the lips that kissed him back were no longer the soft full lips, but thin and wrinkly.

The floor suddenly seemed to give in beneath him and Marco realized he no longer was sitting on a bed kissing Ana. Instead he was kneeling beside Madam Mignon and it was her lips on his.

"Ugh, what is the meaning of this," he asked with distaste. "Is this how you treat all people who come to you for help?"

"I'm sorry dear boy," she apologized getting up and putting away the tea tray. "Either I made this too strong, or I underestimated your love for Ana. You have very honorable reasons for looking for her. And I will help you only part of the way. But first I think there are a few things you should know."

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On Wednesday he returned back to the same bar, and there she was as usual fleecing another pair of male tourists. It's incredible how he never noticed it before how she just asked for things and people just seemed to give in to her. But knowing what he knew now it made perfect sense to Marco. 

She tried to continue to work the guys before her, but Eva found it uncomfortable to have those eagle eyes watching her again. If she walked away from them now she would have to start all over again when she got back. Just as well anyways, they were a bit boring and light on the pocket. She got up and walked over to the bar where Marco was yet again staring at her. She casually leaned over the bartop, grabbed herself a beer, and looked him over with a saucy grin. "If you were staring at me any longer you would have bore a hole through my head! What do you want now?"

Marco took away her beer and replaced it with a glass of Tequila, "I thought we could share a drink."

She looked at the bottle momentarily with fear but then replaced it with false calm. "I try to stay away from that stuff"

"I thought you were always up for a free drink. I think you never had the good stuff," he exclaimed taking it away.

"I've had all the stuff, I just don't think one small drink will be right." She was hesitant, "Why would you want to buy me a drink? I asked you loads of times and you always insulted me."

"I'm sorry, I'm trying to make a peace offering." Marco was determined on coaxing Eva into the Tequila, but he couldn't afford to be too pushy lest she turn on him. "I hear you can drink anyone under the table, but I think you are too chicken to even try."

"I could drink more than you any day, but what do I get if I win."

"$100 bucks says you can't," he baited, "you are too small to beat me."

"Your loss, pour 'em" she exclaimed.

Mignon was right, Tequila was the only thing that affected Eva. After the third shot he could hear thoughts that he knew were not his own. At the sixth he could swear he told himself to have a fight with the bartender, and within a minute the guy behind him started to get into a fight with a bartender. She really can control people, but her aim is off now! Ten shots in and she just started talking and not keeping track of the fact he wasn't drinking anymore.

"So Eva, you are still close to your sister," he asked her.

"Ana, oh sure even if she did decide to go Yankee and move up North," she slurred.

"North? North to where?"

"New York, she works for a museum up there," she responded. "But you don't want to go over there, it's too cold. You can stay with me and keep me warm instead, handsome."

"That does seem tempting Eva, specially with the cold winter coming up. But where in New York" he continued.

"In New York silly," she squealed with laughter while taking another shot. "The Big Apple, you know . . . New York."

"Thanks Ev, you can keep the bottle and the hundred dollars," he said and walked out the door.

"Hey where are you going? Come back, you will not leave me here," she yelled after him. But he didn't come back, and somehow she thought she said something that she wasn't supposed to.



Reunited Ch. 02



The continuation of my first teaser story entitled Reunited. Please be sure to read it first. 



She began to moan, softly at first, but gradually her moaning became louder and filled the room, although he could hear nothing through her thighs and the vise-grip like lock they had on his head. He kept up the pace of his tongue while snaking an arm around her leg giving his fingers access to her button his feverish teasing had coaxed out into view. He could tell she was close to orgasm and he was determined to get her there, then he heard it. Slightly muffled but still distinguishable, her cries of passion reached his ears.

"Ooooohh my god! Eat that pussy! I'm cumming!" she screamed.

The death grip his head had been held in began to loosen as her trembling subsided and he eased the pace of his tongue, licking slowly at the juices glistening on her lips. She lies gasping for breath in the afterglow of the orgasm she'd just had.

She looked down at him dreamily and said, "That's what I have been missing."

He lifted his head smiling and slid up her body, touching his finger to her breast above her heart and said, "This is what I have been missing."

He moved his body to the right and came to lay with his head on the pillow and let out a sigh. She quickly rolled over so her head was resting on his shoulder, her arm draped lazily across his chest, her fingers making small figure eights on his chest. They just laid there, soaking in the warmth and serenity that had bound their hearts to each other's years before, whispering sweet nothings to each other. 

After cuddling for a while she began to stir and then sat upright. Turning her body and throwing her leg over his she had straddled his thighs then leaned forward with her breast coming to rest upon his chest. She tilted her head forward and once again began to whisper in his ear.

Slowly she started to gyrate her hips causing her pussy to rub on his hardened dick until it finally parted her lips and gently slid into her. She continued to ride him this way, both of them lost in the pleasure it was creating. He had his hands on her hips now, tenderly rubbing her sides and occasionally working his hands up to her breast to tweak her nipples, causing her to squirm a little bit each time. 

She rocked back and forth, head swaying all around, loving the way it felt to have him inside her again and then a thought crossed her mind.

She quickly shifted her weight to her left knee then twisted her whole body around it, sliding off of him and coming to rest on her hand and knees. She wiggled her ass at him then looked back and winked at him.

"It's about time you get to see my ass like this after all these years, isn't it?" she asked teasingly.

"Yes ma'am, it is." He replied all ready leaning his body forward.

He got into position behind her and slid into her once more, thrilled to finally be behind her like this. He thrust deeper inside her while softly pulling her hair, bringing her ear back close to his face so he could place a loving kiss on her lobe and whisper the words, "I love you". He let her head fall forward slightly and began to kiss the back of her neck, then ran his tongue lightly down her back as far as he could. Sliding his hands to her hips he really started to work his dick in and out of her, pulling out almost all the way then pushing his way back inside her. 

She loved the feeling she got having him behind her, all the kisses and licks working to heighten her arousal as another orgasm was building inside her. He kept at it, stroking harder, faster, deeper inside her until she could hold back no more and her body began to rock once again with an orgasm. Her moaning and screaming pushed him over the edge and with one last thrust pulled her onto him as deep as he could and let loose spurt after spurt deep inside her womb.

"Oh my god," she said looking back at him, "What if I get pregnant? Are you going to marry me?"

"That my dear, you all ready know the answer to, the question is..." he replied, letting his voice trail off.

"Yeah, yes, yes! After all these years thinking about it, the answer should have always been yes," was her reply.

Exhausted, they collapsed into a heap on the bed, neither of them speaking for quite some time while their hands softly caressed and stroked each other. They both began to get lost in their own thoughts; he was remembering the day they met and all the events that had led to this moment in time. 

It was spring break of 1996 and his good friend Amber was visiting from South Carolina. Her and 2 of her friends had decided to go and visit Scott and that was the first time Scott had ever laid eyes upon Christina. When Christina had gotten out of the car that day Scott was immediately mesmerized by her beauty.

She had straight, long, radiant, almost black hair that seemed to flutter with even the slightest breeze, only to settle lightly onto her shoulders again. Her eyes were a deep warm brown and her smile was so bright and cheerful he just knew he had to have her so he did the only thing he could think of and called Amber after they had all left to get back in touch with her.

After some coaxing, Amber gave him Kathy's number whom he would have to call in order to get back in touch with her. He called Kathy and after thirty minutes of deliberation with her, she agreed to call Christina and ask permission to give her number out. So there he sat, butterflies in his stomach waiting for the phone to ring when at last, it rang and Kathy had the best news he had ever heard, Christina said it was fine for him to call. 

He quickly jotted down the number then sat there, the phone in his right hand, the paper with the number in his left, racking his brain trying to figure out just what to say to her. Finally he built up the courage and dialed the number, placing the earpiece to his head as the phone began to ring.

"Hello." came an older female voice.

"Hey. Uh. Um. May I speak to Christina please?" he asked nervously.

"Why sure." came the reply from the other end of the phone.

He heard the sound of the headset being placed on the table and the knot in his stomach began to grow, each second seeming to be an eternity, until finally he heard the phone being picked up from the table.

"Hi, this is Christina," said the angelic voice on the other end.

Scott began to talk excitedly, explaining whom he was, that they had met earlier, and how he would like to get to know her better. Before long they were talking like old friends about anything and everything until Christina, reluctantly, had to get off the phone.

They began to talk daily for hours at a time, getting to know each other better and becoming good friends. They continued this way, day after day, night after night for almost a month, and then one day she called him with good news. She was on the way over because she was allowed to use the van. They were both very excited because they had not seen each other since their meeting, almost a month prior. 

He went outside and waited on the porch for her to arrive, the butterflies returning to him once more. She pulled up, got out of the van, and they stood in the yard talking for a while before heading inside to get a drink. Sitting down on the couch, glasses of tea in their hands, they continued their conversation, joking and laughing for hours until it was time for her to leave. Neither of them realized it at the time but they were all ready forming a deep, loving bond that would last a lifetime.

Although they had carried on with their daily phone conversations, it had been over a week since she had come to visit when he heard the van in the driveway. He quickly rushed out the door to greet her and was awestruck by her appearance when she stepped out that day. Never had he seen a woman more beautiful in all his eighteen years. Her hair was blowing lightly in the wind, a daisy pinning her hair back above her right ear. The sundress she wore that day accenting the olive tanned skin of her chest, the hem stopping mid-thigh showing off her shapely legs. They went inside and quickly went to his room, turning on some music and sitting on the bed where they began to talk.

He told her how his day had been going and then she got around to explaining how she had went to the beach earlier and got a little bit of sunburn on her back. He quickly offered to rub some after sun lotion on her shoulders for her, which she gladly accepted. Grabbing the lotion he squirted a dime sized drop on each shoulder, taking his time to rub it gently across her exposed shoulders. 

"Here," she said, pulling the dress over her head, revealing her flower print panties and black bra, "rub some on my back too"

He hastily grabbed the bottle and squirted more of the cool gel onto her back, send shivers up her spine. Taking his time, he slowly and deliberately worked his fingers across her back, covering every inch with the soothing lotion. Without warning she turned to face him, planting her lips on his and drawing his body to hers. They kissed passionately for a few minutes, his hands roaming over her body still, first to her sides, then across her navel, before coming to rest upon her breast.

"Let's get this out of the way." she said teasingly, removing her bra and letting it fall to the floor, coming to rest on top of her dress, divulging her breast for him to see for the first time.

They began kissing again; his hands working their way up to gently caress her cheek while his finger played lazily with her earlobe. Slowly his kissing broke away from her lips and began to travel all over her being, her ear, to her neck where he let his tongue flick out and lick her, down to plant kisses on her shoulders, then even lower still. Finally his mouth was close to her heaving chest and she could feel his breath playing lightly on her now hardened nipples. He took the nipple into his mouth, sucking it lightly, before letting it fall out and his tongue to make circles around it.

In the mean time she was struggling to pull his shirt off of him, but at last it was finally free, allowing her to finally press her naked breast tight against his bare chest. He leaned her back against the pillows and easily slid her now drenched panties down her legs, kissing each piece of skin as the cloth passed over it until her soaked panties fell from the end of her toes. While he was crawling back up the bed to her, she reached out and undid his belt and began to tug his jeans off his body, letting his manhood flop into sight. Pulling him on top of her she guided his erect member into her waiting opening, glad to finally feel him inside her. Their love making continued with lips, tongues, and fingers still exploring one another, until exhausted and fulfilled, they came to rest in each other's arms.

The sweet nothings of pillow talk ensued, as they lie there cuddling on the bed until finally he raised his head and began to speak.

"I swear I wasn't trying to seduce you when I offered to put the lotion on you."

"I know." Christina replied with a flirty devilish grin, "maybe it was me that was trying to seduce you."



Reunited Ch. 02



2: Terence's Revenge

"I can't even imagine how much that must have hurt!" Angela said, as she pulled a crying Terence into her bosom. His face pressed against her massive breasts, firmer than pillows, but so soft and comforting.

They lay there in the dark, still dressed and lying on top of the bed covers. Angela cradled Terence in her arms like a mother comforting a child. It was late now, they had began talking early in the evening, but their conversation had gone on late into the night, and so they just lay on the bed as dressed as they had been since the beginning.

"You don't think any less of me?" Terence asked, his voice muffled slightly by speaking into Angela's large breasts.

"Being a nice guy is nothing to be ashamed of," Angela said, and she rocked Terence a little.

In the three months he had been with Angela, they hadn't slept together and Angela was beginning to get worried. So worried that she began to think that there was something wrong with her, something she had never experienced before. She was drop dead gorgeous, and no man had resisted sex with her like Terence did.

But it was not because of her, as she found out. She pressed and pressed until Terence finally let out his secret history that he was so ashamed of. It was so emotional for him to describe that he couldn't stop himself from crying while telling it even though he desperately didn't want to appear weak in front of Angela. He was exhausted from letting it all out, and she was almost as exhausted as he was from being caught up in the drama of it.

He told her about that fateful night at his high school reunion when everything changed for him. He wanted to hold back details, but once the bottle was opened, even details like having droplets of cum being spattered on him, a detail that he hated to even think about, poured out of him.

It had been three years since that night. And a long journey from then to now, where he was with his beautiful girlfriend Angela. Terence had built back up since that devastating night, and just as important as telling Angela about the hurt inside of him was telling her about what he was going to do about it.

Almost worse than watching his now ex-wife Amy betray him in front of his eyes was the aftermath. In the morning the janitors let him out of the dumpster. Even they laughed a little because they recognized him and couldn't suppress their amusement even though they tried to be polite about it. Terence returned home to find it a mess. Amy had not only taken her things and left, but, as Todd had promised, Todd, Amy, and their friends had fucked and partied all over Terence's house. As a final calling card, Todd had pissed on many of Terence's things, like an animal marking its territory. He had ruined Terence's bedsheets, some of his suits, and a few sentimental keepsakes.

After that, there was a complicated divorce, and so much fallout from learning that Amy had fucked so many of Terence's friends and business partners. There were some men that Amy seemed to have under her thumb, and others that Terence couldn't be sure if she had fucked or not. Terence wanted to cut off every single tie, and since she had also slept with his main business partner, that meant Terence wanted out of his own company.

Between the divorce, selling his share of the company, and cutting his ties in his social life, Terence had to make some sacrifices. In the end, though, he was comfortable with how he managed to land. He gave up almost half his wealth, mainly because a lot of it was tied up in shares in the company, which he dumped at a lower rate than they might have been worth otherwise. As far as Terence was concerned, though, the price was worth it to have a clean slate.

During the whole process, he didn't see Amy or Todd. That was by design. Terence figured that people who were so evil would have thrived on the opportunity to mock him in person, so he insisted on handling everything through lawyers.

Terence moved out of the city and across the country. It took about a year and a half, but he had finally managed to stamp out all connections that would lead back to Amy.

The anger, though, still burned inside. A therapist told him that he needed to let go, but how could any therapist, any person, understand what it felt like to have cum splattered on your face from the man who was stealing your wife right in front of you? It was too outrageous, to evil, to just let go.

Terence wasn't Bill Gates rich, he was just really well off. Enough to have more options than the average person, but not to just act on any whim. Still, he figured he must have at least enough resources to get some revenge if he put his mind to it.

His first thought was to simply have Todd and Amy beaten up. Terence even fantasized about having them killed, but as much as there was some satisfaction in that idea, there was something missing in it. It wasn't so much the chance of going to prison, there was something else he needed. Terence found out what that something was when he went looking to see how it might be done.

After much looking around, Terence got as far as meeting a guy, Mark, who was on his business card a private detective, but actually an ex-Blackwater mercenary who could arrange to take care of many kinds of jobs.

After hearing Terence's story, which Terence told carefully so as not to embarrass himself, Mark looked sympathetic and advised that Terence not do it. Feuds don't go away, the man explained, they get worse. If one day Todd or Amy were viciously beaten without any clear reason, it would take any cop three seconds to figure out that the guy who probably has a grudge arranged it.

More importantly, Amy, Todd, and people close to them weren't without resources, and they would do the same back. Mark asked if Terence had a mother, and if he loved her. Terence said that of course he did, and Mark then told Terence that if he goes down this path, that she, and anyone Terence cares about, becomes a target in an unending feud.

An unending feud where the only people who get out of it are the hired guns, the mercenaries who don't have any loyalty or attachments. Terence would be in over his head trying to "win" at a game where none of the players were ultimately on his side.

That didn't sway Terrence, though. He argued that the problem was only about how to do it and get away with it. Maybe the beating could be made to look like a common mugging. Maybe someone could rape Amy and it could seem like a random attack. Then there's no feud.

In the end, the man said something that changed Terence's approach to his revenge completely. In the middle of Terence coming up with ideas about how the attack could be made anonymous and untraceable, the man interrupted him.

"But, deep down, you want them to know it was you that got them, don't you?" The man said. He asked his question like it was a statement of fact.

It was totally true. Knowing that Todd or Amy got some kind of anonymous justice wasn't the point. The whole reason the situation ate at Terence so much was because he had lost to Todd, and to Amy, and Terence was sick of being a loser. He hated seeing their smug faces leering at him in his mind. He wanted to see those faces change to fear. He wanted to see it in person. He wanted them to know without a shadow of a doubt that he had brought them down.

If he did it right, if he made it so that Todd got angry enough to make the first move, then Terence could take him down and call it self defense. He could get away with it just as they had done with him.

When Terence thought of the possibility of not only having his revenge, but for everyone to know that it was he who orchestrated it, for Amy to see that Terence was really the alpha male, for Todd to know that he had lost to Terence... those images fueled Terence's drive to exact his revenge tenfold. 

Terence knew that was the victory he wanted, but he also knew that it was far easier to say than it would be to do. What could he take from Amy and Todd that would make them know that they had lost to Terence?

With Todd, Terence quickly concluded that he had to take away his business, and break him down financially. Knock him down financially so that Terence could laugh at him losing all his wealth. Todd was doing well within a trading company that dealt in mortgages that was doing well despite the housing crisis. Terence figured he had the wealth to buy out that company, and then dismantle it in a way that would not only destroy its value, but also leave Todd with no references and looking for work. Especially in the current economy, where finding new work was tough even for someone without the kind of history Terence was going to give him.

To get back at Amy, it was a little tougher. She seemed to have a thing for being with the most powerful male, but even if Terence asserted himself over Todd so that Amy saw that Terence was the winner, there was no guarantee that meant her attraction would turn to Terence. Even if it did, would he want her back?

Part of him said yes. She was that first attraction, and his attraction to her was buried deep. However, Terence was also smart enough to know that his lust was nothing to base his relationship on. He'd have to fight his attraction to her, and send her a message. Better to leave her with Todd so that the two of them had to struggle together, and she would become a fat housewife in a trailer park somewhere, so that Terence could look at her and wonder why he ever thought she was so special.

Terence determined that what he needed to do was find a new lover, a woman who was beautiful and smart and charming like Amy was, and then when he crushed Todd, whether Amy wanted him back or not, he would look at her and turn her down. "I have a new woman, better than you," Terence would say. He would control the situation so that she couldn't hurt him.

The plan to financially ruin Todd was easy to start on. After Terence had moved, he set up a financial holding company that would manage his investments, and hopefully grow the sum of money he had made from selling his stocks. Terence did some research and found how he could run money through offshore banks to obscure himself so that he could buy shares in Todd's company without it coming back to him. It would take time, and it would cost enough money to seriously run down Terence's bank account, but Terence had long since decided it was worth it to have his revenge.

While that happened, Terence had to go about the more difficult task of finding a woman he felt could eradicate any longing for Amy. Finding a new lover was difficult enough, but it was even more difficult because he kept comparing women to Amy. Even the few times he met a woman that seemed to have potential, they could tell there was something not quite sincere about his attraction to them. They didn't know he was comparing them to his angel-turned-devil first love, but they could tell something was not quite right, so Terence had a lot of first dates but no second dates.

Terence realized that the only way he could win this part of his revenge was to win for himself, not just for beating Todd and Amy. He had to find a woman he could trust, to confide in, to really love and have on his side, not just a pawn in his game. He had to reach deep and make changes to who he was, to find the ability to trust and open his heart so that he could build a sincere relationship. In an ironic way, it made his revenge even better in his mind. After all, it could only be better to look at Amy and say that not only did he not need her anymore, but that he genuinely had something good and positive in his life, not merely a reaction to her.

After months of expensive therapy, Terence felt he was capable of starting something new. He held that part of him that wanted revenge in a special place in his heart, hidden away from his therapist. However, he found he was more sincere now, and when he met women, there was potential for actual relationships.

He had a lot of false starts. He went to speed dating, he tried meeting women online, he went out to clubs. This time, the lack of second dates was because he was the one being more picky. He developed some self respect, and was looking for a woman he felt he could sincerely connect with.

Then he met Angela through a route he totally didn't expect. He handled his offshore banking through an intermediary bank, and one time he went in he saw a woman he never seen there before. She had black hair, bright hazel eyes, and a figure that belonged to a porn star. Her business suit would have looked conservative on anyone else, but on her, it looked like a disguise. Underneath, her huge firm breasts pressed to break free.

Whereas Amy was athletic and fit looking Angela was sexy and curvy. She wasn't out of shape by any means, she had a firm toned body. However, her genetics had given her wider hips and a thinner waist than Amy, making it hard not to think about sex when looking at her.

Terence asked her out immediately, and she said yes. They went out a lot after that, though Terence was hesitant to get into the bedroom. Images of Todd's huge cock left Terence feeling a little inadequate, and he wanted to have Angela's full emotional bond before exposing that vulnerability to her.

Ironically, it was Terence's lack of sexual ambition that hooked Angela in. Most men just wanted to fuck her as soon as possible. However, Terence played it cool, which convinced her he was more sincere.

After three months, though, Angela began to get a little worried that there was something wrong with her that she wasn't seeing. She tried seducing Terence in many different ways, but the harder she tried, the more he hesitated. Angela thought maybe Terence had some particular fetish he was afraid to tell her about. She was used to being sexually adventurous, open to new ideas and fetishes, so she was prepared to offer anything. She tried various ways to draw out his secret, but he kept insisting that it wasn't that she was lacking in any way.

Terence dodged and weaved as much as possible, but he could see that Angela would find fault in herself if he did not explain the real reason behind his sexual inhibition.

Even after Terence resolved to tell her, it took a long time for him to get the words out of his mouth. Then, in a tearful stream of catharsis, he told Angela the whole story. He feared that she would think less of him, but she held him against her bosom like a child who had fallen off his bike, and comforted him.

"I'll help you," Angela said after a long pause in which they both lay there in the dark on the bed, reflecting on Terence's story.

"What?" Terence asked, sitting up so he could look Angela in the face.

"I can help you with your plan," Angela said. "I know some things about banking, and I have a few connections. Let me make some calls tomorrow."

Terence felt like he was renewed. His plan for revenge was going better than he had even planned. Not only did he have a wonderful woman at his side, she knew the mechanics of banking and finances so she was able to help Terence manage his slow take over of Todd's company.

Terence was so excited that he even tried to have sex with Angela, but he came almost immediately and couldn't get it up again. This time, however, instead of worrying, Angela merely held him and comforted him.

"It's okay," she said. "Everything is only going to get better from now on."

The next day, Angela called from her banking office and told Terence she had immediately started making moves to accelerate Terence's take over of Todd's company. She had even learned some details that Terence hadn't known, such as how a lot of the assets in Todd's company were mortgage backed securities which had miraculously kept their value despite the economy, but there was always the potential risk of the economy getting worse. If things went worse, Todd's company could lose value and become attractive to other predatory investors, and it would get harder for Terence to secure a controlling stake.

Terence could not thank Angela enough. He had taken great care to not let anyone know about his plan in order to keep it a surprise for Todd. However, he was also smart enough to know that being so secretive was risky because he was not an expert in banking or trading. Now, having an expert insider like Angela in his corner, he could immediately see that he had been doing a few things that could have been done better, and that she had good ideas.

She took more banking information from Terence and moved some more of his money. It was going to cost Terence a little more, but move things faster, and Angela even found ways he might break apart Todd's company and sell it in parts, meaning he might make more back than he expected.

When Angela got home that night, Terence had a huge bouquet of roses for her, and they went out for an incredible wine dinner to celebrate the partnership that as bringing them even closer together.

Two weeks later, something happened which made him love Angela even more, although at first it scared him to his core.

Angela was practically living with Terence at that point. She had her own keys to his house and she stayed every night. They had breakfast together before Angela went to work at the bank.

"Terence, I don't want you to worry, but I need to go visit Todd's company," She said, knowing full well that any suggestion of seeing Todd would make Terence tense.

"What? No, Angela, that's not..." Terence said, but Angela put her hand on his arm and rubbed it soothingly.

"I know, honey, I know," she said. "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

"You don't know that!" Terence blurted out, and Angela was taken aback. She looked at Terence with surprise, and a little like she had been insulted.

"Terence," Angela said, speaking slowly, "do you think I'm going to fuck him?"

"I..." Terence mumbled, "I don't know..."

"Terence," Angela said, " I think you've been thinking about this situation for so long that you've lost perspective. You're acting like Todd is this monster who can make women sleep with him, just on his whim. Amy had a thing for Todd since high school, and that's all. I'm a different person. Do you really think Todd has some kind of power that he can just take any woman away from you? Do you think I'm the kind of woman who will do that to you?"

Terence opened his mouth to speak. He realized that his first and automatic answer, "yes", was going to insult Angela. He trusted her, but he feared Todd. Although everything she said made sense, and a part of him had faith that she was on his side, there was something deep and primal about his feelings when he thought about how Todd had made Amy betray Terence. It wasn't a rational fear. However, there was no way he could express his irrational fears about Todd without Angela taking it, perhaps justifiably, as an assessment of her trustworthiness. So he closed his mouth and stayed silent.

"I'm just going to go for a few days," Angela said. "Some of the proxy banks have insisted on due diligence, and I can't let anyone else do it without people discovering the connections between all the accounts we've set up. You have to trust me that I'm now in this little scheme with you, and I'm in just as much trouble if we're caught.

"I'm not worried about the financial part," Terence said. "I just don't want him to see you. He'll want you, I know he will. Even though I trust you to not do anything with him, it's too risky that even if you flirt innocently, you might do something that I'll be upset by."

"Wouldn't you like it, though," Angela said, "if he wanted me but couldn't have me? Isn't that where the real power is, to have a man desire the woman you're with, and watch him be denied?"

"I would like that," Terence admitted, "but I'm scared."




Reunited Ch. 02



"Don't be," Angela said and kissed Terence on the forehead. "I'll tell you everything that happens, and, only if it's okay with you, I'll make him want me, and then you can add that to your moment of revenge."

"Alright," Terence said as he watched Angela clear the breakfast plates and load the dishwasher. However, even though he was agreeing, in his mind, he was resolving to take some steps to make sure Angela could really be trusted. He still had a part of him that was paranoid. Being burned by Amy made him keep a part of himself always on the look out for betrayal.

As soon as Angela left for work, Terence got on the phone with Mark, the private detective that he had spoken to before, and Terence asked Mark to fly on the same flight as Angela and follow her. Better safe than sorry.

Angela flew out that morning, and was at Todd's company by noon. That evening, around six, Terence got a phone call from Angela.

"Terence, sweetie," she said, "I'm just calling because I wanted to hear your voice."

"Hey darling," Terence said back. "That's nice of you. How is it going?"

"I just wanted you to know that I met Todd," she said. Terence felt a chill go up his spine.

"Oh?" Terence said. He couldn't hide the avalanche of feelings he had. It was all in his shaking voice. There was nothing more he needed to say, as it would be obvious to Angela.

"Darling," Angela said, "don't worry. I had to meet him as part of the diligence. He tried to flirt with me, and I let him."

"Nothing happened?" Terence asked. The paranoid part of his brain, though, knew that it was a dumb question to ask because whether she was lying or telling the truth, the answer would be the same.

"Nothing happened," Angela said. "You can trust me. Okay?"

"Okay," Terence said, with a tone of voice that was only thee quarters convincing.

"Do you want me to flirt with him more?" Angela asked. "To make him want me? He asked me out to dinner tonight."

"I don't know," Terence said, "let me think about it. Can I call you back soon?"

"Okay," Angela said, "It's totally up to you, so take your time."

"Okay," Terence said. "I love you."

"I know." Angela said.

Terence wanted her to say she loved him back, but then the phone cut out. The feelings of paranoia swept over him like a wave. Could it be that Todd got to her some how? In some way?

Terence had been sitting at his desk to make the call, but now he had too much energy to sit so he stood up excitedly. He dialled Mark's number so quickly he mis-dialed twice before getting through.

"Mark? Mark?" Terence practically shouted into the phone before Mark could even say hello.

"Terence, I'm here," Mark said. "What the hell's the matter?"

"Where is Angela right now?" Terence said.

"In her hotel room." Mark answered. "Christ, I thought it would be good enough to phone you tonight after there was even a chance something..."

"Alone?" Terence asked, interrupting Mark.

"Yeah, alone," Mark said, as if that was the obvious answer. Relief rushed over Terence like a wave and he literally fell backward into his desk chair.Terence started to calm down.

"Where's Todd?" Terence asked.

"At his office, maybe," Mark said. "Todd isn't with Angela, Terence. Relax. You can trust her. I'll call you as soon as she steps out of line."

Terence let out a huge breath that he didn't realize he had been holding in. "Oh, thank God," he said with huge relief.

"Listen, Mark," Terence said, "Angela is going to go out with Todd tonight. But I already know about it, so it's okay. Just call me if, you know, they do anything outside the lines. You know what I mean."

"You're the boss," Mark said, and then they hung up.

After he hung up, Terence fell back onto his bed. Terence thought about how Angela really is loyal, even after meeting Todd. After he thought that, he then chuckled because he realized that Angela was exactly right when she said that in the years Terence had been angry with Todd, he built Todd up to be almost this magic powered man who could seduce women instantly. It seemed so unrealistic and silly now. The way he took Amy was a special case. Todd wasn't some monster, he was just a man. A man that Terence had a huge vendetta against, but still just a man.

Terence got hard thinking about Angela. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world. Not only was she as loyal as he hoped, she had finally broke through his suspicion and proved that she could be trusted. Terence had put her to the test, but he had Mark's verification that she was sticking to her word. Now a part of his plan that he dared not even hope for because it would be too good to be true was possible. To not only crush Todd financially, but to also parade in front of him a woman he desired but couldn't have.

Terence dialed Angela.

"Sweetheart," he said, "it's okay. Go out with Todd tonight. In fact, dress up and let him know what he's not getting."

"Are you sure?" Angela said with a giggle. "You seem to have completely changed your attitude."

"Yes," Terence said, confidently, "I realized you were right about many things, and I should be able to trust you. You doing this for me, making him want you, is a gift to me that I should appreciate."

"Aw," Angela said, "You're so sweet."

"What are you going to wear?" Terence said, as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. "Did you take that black dress, the one with the seam that goes around your ass and the neckline that goes all the way down to your nipples?"

"Yes!" Angela said. "I know that's your favorite dress so I brought it on the off chance you wanted to go through with it."

"Wow," Terence said, a little breathless, "he's going to go crazy." Terence imagined her body, her smooth porcelain skin and her huge, watermelon sized breasts squeezing into his favorite dress. When Angela dressed to kill, it was impossible to not get hard when seeing her.

"Terence," Angela said with a giggle, "Are you masturbating right now?"

"Yes," Terence said, "is that bad?"

"No, I like it," Angela said, becoming breathless herself. "I like that your touching yourself now, while planning what I wear for Todd. I really like it."

"Angela, you're incredible." Terence said, beating his meat furiously. He came, and it dribbled onto his hand.

"Did you just cum on yourself?" Angela asked.

"Yes," Terence said, a little sheepishly.

"Aw," Angela said, "well save some for tonight. I'm going to call you again."

After they hung up, Terence wiped up the cum with a tissue from his desk. He was so happy he could almost cry.

They were on the phone constantly after that. Terence would advise Angela on what to wear and masturbate while they talked. Angela seemed to be just as worked up as Terence, and they had many breathless moments together.

Terence didn't even mind that she stayed an extra day, as it helped seal the deal both on Todd's company, and on Todd's growing interest in Angela.

Terence learned through Angela that Amy was pregnant, which he had mixed feelings about. It sealed the deal that Amy would stay with Todd, which irked Terence a little. He had hoped they would have an unhappy relationship based on cheating, but it seemed they were thriving and happy together. If that night in the locker room were anything to go by, Amy didn't mind Todd having other women. On the other hand, Terence liked the idea that after he broke down Todd's finances to the point where they had to live in a trailer park, having one more mouth to feed would put that much more financial stress on them.

Mostly it disappointed Terence in that it meant that Amy was not likely to be in the room when he crushed Todd. However, now that Angela was a part of the plan, Amy's absence was more than made up for.

When Angela got back from the trip, they were both on a higher level. Angela was flush with excitement, having played the vixen for the last few days, and Terence was having his fantasy woman come home to him.

Now that she had passed the test of being spied on by Mark, she was Terence's co-conspirator and fantasy idol, on top of already being his comforting companion, and supportive friend.

In other words, she enabled him to trust again, so he opened his heart to her completely. He fell in love. Love like he thought he would never feel.

The next two months were wonderful. Not only did Terence come out of his shell, Angela seemed to as well. She smiled more, dressed sexier, and seemed so much more alive. Terence felt that it must be that they were past the fears that had been a barrier at the beginning of their relationship, and now they were trying to have sex in earnest. Terence still came too quickly, but Angela seemed to appreciate the effort anyway. She enjoyed trying to get Terence as worked up and as hard as possible, calling him and saying sexy things all the time, dressing to keep his attention, and behaving flirtatiously. Terence loved it. It was all for him, and he felt that eventually he would be able to to stay hard longer.

Those wonderful two months went all too fast for Terence, but he also greatly anticipated the day that finally came. The day he would crush Todd. Terence had bought out the controlling shares of Todd's company, and Angela arranged the paperwork to consolidate it all under Terence's name so that he could have his dramatic moment of dropping the stack of papers on a table in front of Todd and revealing who had masterminded Todd's destruction.

There would be some innocent casualties in Terence's game, the other employees who would lose their jobs as Terence destroyed the company. However, Terence's plan wasn't too harsh on them. Ironically, he was going to fire them all and give them moderate severance packages. Todd would be left the only employee in a company that had no value, and no ability to pay him anything. The company would dissolve, leaving Todd downsized and with nothing.

Terence and Angela flew out to where Todd's company was and spent the previous night in a hotel. In the morning, Angela left early to pick up documents from a local bank. Terence arranged to have a meeting in a boardroom with Todd.

As an extra precaution, Terence brought Mark with him as well. Mark was licensed to carry a gun, and was trained and experienced in fighting on a level way higher than any former high school jock or a man who had taken some martial arts lessons. If push came to shove, Mark could resolve any situation, and Terence had him under orders that if it came to that, to let Terence have a few hits but to not let Todd get the better of this situation.

Terence felt like a big man entering in the company offices in a high rise building in the afternoon. He went up the elevator with Mark standing just a little behind him, wearing dark glasses and towering over Terence. When the elevator doors opened and he strutted into the reception area, he felt a little taller than usual.

"Terence Beckman of Vindication Holdings, here to see Todd Pearson," Terence said, knowing full well that by this time everyone at the company, including the receptionists, would know the company name 'Vindication Holdings'. Terence had worked in an office before and knew how rumors flew around. They wouldn't yet know they were about to be completely bought out and gutted, but they would know that Vindication Holdings would have an enormous stake in the company and would demand respect and deference.

"Right this way, sir," said one of the receptionists, and she indicated with her hand for Terence to head toward the conference room area.

"Excuse me," Terence asked, "My... secretary, Angela, should be here already. Has she arrived?" Terence wanted to have her beside him when he walked in to the conference room. They were going to try and time their arrival together, but since other people's schedules were involved, it didn't surprise Terence that they might miss the timing.

The receptionists looked at each other a little nervously. Terence guessed that meant that she had not arrived. He liked, however, that his presence caused the two women to be nervous. Clearly they understood that his presence meant large changes.

"No sir," A receptionist said. "Would you like to head in anyway?"

Terence thought about that. He could wait just for a couple of minutes just to see if she arrived. However, he had already planned for this. If Angela arrived too early, then she would wait. On the other hand, if Angela was delayed, then Terence would meet Todd in a conference room and toy with Todd a bit until she could walk in with the documents. While it was nice to walk in with her, it also made for a nice dramatic moment to have Terence present her as if he summoned her on command.

"Yes," Terence answered, deciding he didn't want to wait around in the lobby like any regular visitor might. "Please show me the way."

The young attractive receptionist led Terence down a hall to an area where there were many conference rooms. It was quite empty, but that was fine by Terence. He knew that downstairs was the floor where everyone worked in their cubicles and offices. First he would personally destroy Todd, and then afterward he would walk with Todd right down the middle of everyone's cubicles to his desk, barking orders at him and letting everyone see who was the top dog now.

The receptionist stopped at a set of stately oak double doors. It was the main conference room where they met their top clients. The receptionist was about to open one door and then Terence stopped her. He motioned for Mark to open the other door at the same time, so that Terence would have the grand entrance.

The doors opened and Terence stood triumphantly looking in. And as soon as he could see inside, his jaw dropped.

There was a long oak table, slightly oval shaped with two cut ends. One end was closest to Terence, standing at the door.

At the other end, there was Todd.

And there was Angela. She was bent over the oak table, facing toward Terence, her huge breasts spread out on the shiny oak surface. The two of them were naked, sweaty, and Todd was fucking Angela hard and powerful from behind.

The two of them looked up toward the door, and both of them smiled.

"Hello, Terence," Todd said, with a laugh. He even waved.

"Hel... Uh! Hel...UH!!" Angela was looking directly at Terence, and her wide smile indicating that she was trying to say a smug greeting like Todd's, but each powerful thrust rocked her body so hard that she couldn't finish her words. Eventually, she gave up, and her effort broke down into laughter. She turned to Todd to share her laughter and he looked down and laughed a little with her.

Terence couldn't grasp what was happening for a moment, and a part of him thought Angela was being raped. Knowing he had Mark behind him, he intended to bolt into the room, to charge Todd and put a stop to it.

Before Terence even took a step, though, he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. It wasn't comforting, it gripped in a way that obviously conveyed "Don't move."

Terence looked back at Mark with a wide eyed, imploring expression. He wanted to say, "Come on, let's go stop this!" but when he saw Mark's complete lack of expression, even with his sunglasses on, it was clear to Terence that Mark was not on his side. No explanation was even necessary. Terence wasn't stupid, and it wouldn't take a genius to work out that Mark had simply been bought out for more money.

Terence looked the other way to the receptionist, who was half hiding behind the door. She was giggling a little, but not because she found the situation funny, or that she was mocking Terence. It was the nervous giggle of a young woman who couldn't even fully understand the extreme situation in front of her. She was just there to do the things she was ordered to do, and there was no chance she could be of help to Terence.

Mark pushed Terence to walk forward, keeping his hand firmly on Terence, while the receptionist, who stayed outside the room, closed both doors behind them. Ask Mark moved Terence forward and sat him down on a chair at the other end of the oak table from Todd and Angela, Todd spoke.

"The more things change, the more the stay the same, right beak-boy?" Todd said, using the old nickname that he gave Terence in high school.

Terence didn't even want to acknowledge Todd's teasing. He kept his eyes on Angela, looking for some hint, some sign that she was being coerced.

"Ah, I see what's going on here," Todd said. He pulled out of Angela and smacked her ass with his hand to indicate to he she should stand up. She pouted a little with her incredibly sexy and full lips to indicate she wanted more, but she obediently followed Todd's guidance. He led her to about half way down the oak meeting table, and pulled a chair out so that it was more in the middle of the floor. He sat in it so that he was in full view of Terence, his massive cock pointing straight up, throbbing, and glistening from all the pre-cum juices pouring out of it. Angela came and sat on his thigh, so that she could put one arm around Todd's shoulders, her other hand casually stroking Todd's wet cock, and her massive tits pressed lovingly against the site of Todd's head.

"Terence is still not understanding what's happening," Todd said to Angela. "I think it needs to be you who explains it to him, don't you?"

Angela giggled and looked at Terence.

"It's all your fault," Angela said. "When you first told me about Todd, I just couldn't imagine anyone doing what he did to you. It seemed so... evil. But at the same time, knowing that you were impotent because another man had broken you down made me think that it's THAT man that I need to be with, not the man who lost. I mean, look at me. I'm so hot, every guy wants to fuck me. I deserve to be with the best. Those months you didn't fuck me made me think there was something strong about you, and that made me interested. But when you confessed it was the opposite, that the reason you weren't fucking me was because you were a wimp, I lost all interest in you."

"Once I made that decision," Angela continued, "then I realized the only use you were to me was as a toy in my sexual game. I've tried lots of fetishes, but never had the opportunity to do something like what Todd did to you. When I thought about it, I got so hot and wet... THAT was the ultimate fetish. So powerful, so wicked, so forbidden."

"Angela?" Terence said in shock. "You... you went to him? He didn't steal you away?"

"I knew I was going to fuck him as soon as you told me about him," Angela said, turning to face Todd and looking at him lovingly. "And I wanted it all. Not just to be fucked by him, but to experience his power completely, so i knew I had to betray you for him. I brought all the information he needed to know about your takeover."

"WHAT?" Terence shouted out so suddenly his voice cracked.

"That's right, Terence," Todd said, "I didn't have to do anything. This was all Angela's idea. Turns out she really gets off on being a very bad girl."

"You're so lame in bed you wouldn't know about this," Angela said, "but when you find your fetish, the thing that turns you on more than anything else, it's an incredible feeling. Nothing ever made me feel so alive, so turned on as the thought of fucking your most hated enemy behind your back. The deeper the betrayal, the more I loved it. I was sucking Todd's cock within minutes of meeting him. We spent that first trip constantly fucking. I've never climaxed like that before in my life. His amazing cock inside me while we planned to take everything away from you..."

"And don't forget," Todd said, "how much you enjoyed talking to him on the phone while you rode my cock."

"Oh God yes," Angela purred. "I couldn't believe you never realized that I had another man's cock in me while you told me you loved me. It made me feel so... powerful knowing a man was pathetically yearning for me, jerking off to the thought of me, while I was doing better than him. It was so hot it was almost dizzying."




Reunited Ch. 02



"That was good, Angela," Todd said, "But look at his face now. Didn't I tell you the moment you crushed him would be even hotter."

Angela stared right into Terence's eyes, and she smiled a wide, evil smile. Waves of pleasure rolled over her.

"Come, Angela," Todd said with an imperious tone, as if he were a king, "enjoy this moment to the fullest." Angela stood up, and kept her eyes on Terence as she stepped in front of Todd with her back facing him, her strong legs straddling his lap. He put his hands on her perfect, round ass and guided her down onto his cock.

"Slowly, slowly," Todd said. "Look at the hurt in his eyes. Think about how much he's in love with you, how he could trust again because of you, all the things we laughed about when I would come visit you and fuck you in the bedroom you two shared."

Angela was practically cumming by the time she reached the base of Todd's cock. She screamed and spasmed while Terence let out a visceral, painful yell. Like a woman possessed, Angela began to buck and thrash on Todd's cock.

Terence could no longer deny the reality, to pretend this was a nightmare, or that somehow she was being blackmailed, or anything that could take away the pain of knowing that the woman with whom he had learned to love again was twisting his honest feelings into a plaything for her sadistic pleasures. Tears streamed down Terence's face. How could he have fallen so deeply in love with a woman who had lied so completely? He believed all her sweet words, all the times she comforted him. It was all so real.

He remembered the phone conversations and that first time when he called Mark to confirm that Angela wasn't cheating. He turned and looked up at Mark, who merely shrugged. Terence looked down into his lap. He thought about how every time he spoke to Angela on the phone, he masturbated from excitement thinking of her, and now he knew that each of those times, she was fucking Todd. Terence felt sad and pathetic, his memories of those times and others now ruined.

"Terence, don't look away," Todd said, "you don't want me to have Mark force you."

Terence looked up resentfully.

"That's a good boy," Todd said. Then he turned to Angela, who was still keeping her eyes on Terence. "Savor this, baby. Isn't his pain so delicious?" Angela kept her eyes fixed on Terence.

"Aw, poor little boy," Angela said in a low, sultry voice, but with the intonation that was sarcastically imitating a concerned mother. "Does it hurt? Don't you wish I would stop fucking Todd and come back to you now? How does it feel to want me, and love me, and hate me, and adore me all at the same time?"

"Please!" Terence suddenly burst out. He wanted to avoid giving the satisfaction of playing into their game, but as his heart broke into pieces, and his mind was grappling with the complicated realities, there was nothing in him strong enough to resist the outpouring of his primal feelings. "Please stop this Angela! I love you soooo much! What we had couldn't have been fake. I believed in it! I still believe in it! You're not thinking straight...!" Then Angela interrupted him.

"Would you forgive me, Terence?" She asked, with an innocent tone. She stopped writhing on top of Todd, and looked like she might get off Todd's cock and go to Terence. "Could you forgive me after I've been so bad? Do you love me that much?"

"Yes! Yes!" Terence said quickly and desperately, his heart grasping for the faint hope that her words were sincere.

"Hah hah hah!" She burst out laughing and started to bounce up and down on Todd's cock with renewed excitement. From then, she and Todd became lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Todd grunted and pushed as Angela thrashed and screamed.

Todd's back arched and he made a final, powerful thrust that lifted Angela up as she arched backward as well. The held that position, shuddering slightly, while Todd pumped what seemed like quarts of cum into Angela. It dribbled down her legs.

The two of them collapsed down, with Angela coming to rest on Todd's lap. She twisted at the waist and turned her head so that they could kiss passionately, their tongues dancing across each other's lips.

Terence bawled the whole time. He moaned with pain, his breath was halted, he sniffled as snot dribbled from his nose.

"Ah, that was excellent," Todd said. "Now, it's time to take care of business. Angela, do you have those documents Terence came here for?" Todd asked casually as he patted Angela on the ass. Angela giggled, and slid off Todd's cock. It made an audible wet popping sound when she got off. It sprung upwards again, still hard and throbbing.

Angela stepped over to reached into a briefcase sitting on the table. She pulled out a stack of papers and held them up for Terence to see.

"This are all the forms signing the company over to you," Angela said. Then she threw onto the table so they scattered and landed in random places, and some on the floor. "You can gather them up if you want, but, personally, I don't think you should bother."

Terence looked at the papers spread out like discarded pamphlets in front of him, and then up at Angela. His confused look obviously meant she needed to explain. Angela looked to Todd.

"This company isn't worth shit," Todd said. Angela walked back and got down on her knees, and began lovingly worshiping Todd's cock with her mouth. Todd had to take a moment to enjoy himself as Angela strained her jaw to open wide enough to take Todd in, and slid her soft and wet lips down to the base of the shaft. She moved back up and then down again, over and over, and Todd made Terence wait while he indulged her distraction.

"The boss was trying to hide the fact that all our assets were tied up in toxic mortgages," Todd said when he was able to concentrate again. "His wife told me everything... when she wasn't choking on my cock." Angela giggled a muffled giggle with his cock stuffed in her mouth.

"I knew years ago to get out of this company," Todd said. "That's why I started moving any worthwhile assets out of the company, and selling my shares. Wasn't I lucky that some stupid fuck trying to work anonymously was all too eager to buy them up."

Terence felt a hollow feeling inside.

"I was ready to leave this shit hole," Todd said. Then he turned to Angela and looked at her like a proud father. "Then Angela showed up and told me everything you were up to, and I was able to use the information to move all my under-performing stock into this company, and take out anything of value, leaving you with nothing."

"That's not the funniest part, though," Todd said between breaths as Angela was pumping his cock with her mouth in earnest now. "The funniest part is that during your divorce with Amy, it was me who bought up all the shares in the stock you sold at far below market value. Amy knew the company was going to go up, and she was right. I made a fucking killing, and now I'm three times as rich as you ever were. You, right now, are sitting on a cross roads. This company is a hollow shell, but no one knows that yet. All it will take is one email to investors revealing the true worth of the company assets, they'll dump all their stock, and all the stock in this company you hold will be worth nothing."

Terence felt sick to his stomach. He had worked so hard for years to get his revenge. However, now he sat here, in a very similar way to how Todd had him before. Except now it was even worse. Now Todd seemed to hold Terence's whole life's work in his hands, and, worst of all, the woman Terence loved deeply. Even though he was looking right at her mocking face, people's feelings don't change on a dime. He felt a longing for her, a deep need to find some way that this could be explained so that she could be forgiven. The feeling of love he had for her and the reality of what she was doing to him grabbed opposite sides of his heart and pulled to the point where he could physically feel his heart ripping in two.

Todd nodded to Angela, and she got up as if she knew exactly what was planned, and went over to a side table where there were crystal liquor decanters and some fine cut glass cups. She took one of the cups and returned to kneeling in front of Todd. He stood up, and with her free hand she began pumping his still raging hard cock. She kissed and licked at it as well.

"When I fucked my boss's wife, and found out all I needed from her to control him with information, I made him stand in front of all the employees and announce my raise while praising me. I even made him apologize to me, just to humiliate him, even though he hadn't done anything wrong to me. He knew his place, and didn't resist me, and so I let him keep a little money while I emptied his accounts."

"I've fucked so many men's wives and girlfriends, and whenever those men had something I wanted, their women told me everything I needed to ruin those men," Todd said. "All of them knew their place. They knew I owned them, and even though they hated me fucking their women, they kept in line. Some, like my old buddies Jeff and Taylor, knew they were better off accepting me as their superior."

Angela was pumping Todd's cock furiously now, and working the tip with her mouth.

"But you, you slug," Todd said with a smile, "you tried to fight me. And for that, you need a very special lesson in humility."

Angela held the glass in front of Todd's massive cock, holding it nearly sideways. Todd shuddered and thick, gooey dollops of cum shot out from the tip of his member. It splattered and back-splashed, making a mess of Angela's hands, the cup, and spatterings of cum landed everywhere. He filled half a cup, not including the cum that landed everywhere but inside the cup.

Angela dutifully brought the cup over and placed it on the table in front of Terence. Terence looked down, slack jawed. Then he looked up at Todd. Todd stood there, grinning like a jackal. Angela stood beside Todd, snuggled up under Todd's arm, looking admiringly up at Todd's face, and holding his still hard cock. Todd looked like a king, or chief... or god.

"You can't be serious..." Terence choked.

"Drink it," Todd said. Angela giggled.

"Yes..." Angela purred, "you're such a god."

"If you don't drink it," Todd continued, "I will have Angela send that email right now that will inform the investors about this company's toxic assets, and all your stock in this company will be worth nothing. You will have nothing. You'll be stuck paying a mortgage on that McMansion you bought too quick because you were running from Amy, that you can't afford and be reduced to poverty. Your whole life down the tubes. If you drink my cum, though, I'll let you dump your shares tomorrow, and you'll lose most of your worth, but enough that you can still live a middle class life."

Terence looked down at the cup of cum in front of him. He felt sick to his stomach. It was a mix of clear, viscous liquids and thick, white, jelly-like globs.

"How do I know you won't screw me over anyway?" Terence asked.

"You don't," Todd said. "Which is why you have to beg for my mercy and ask my permission to drink my cum."

Angela looked delighted at that idea and laughed as she looked toward Terence with evil eyes.

"I love the way you play with the men you dominate," she cooed.

"Think about it, Terence," Todd said. "The whole rest of your life. This isn't small stuff here. This isn't spending a night in a dumpster. This will decide everything from this moment on for you. Do you really have a choice?"

Terence felt the tears welling up in his eyes again, just like high school. It was a feeling he couldn't control and he resented his own propensity for tears. The more he wanted to not show weakness, the harder he fought inside, the more he trembled and cracks formed in his strength.

"Please..." Terence said, choking the words out. His voice cracked and shook as he spoke. "Please show me mercy. Please allow me to... drink... drink your... please allow me to drink this cup of your cum."

"Aren't you forgetting to say something?" Todd said, goading Terence. Terence had to think, but having gone this far, he decided to go all the way.

"I am sorry!" Terence said, and as he did, tears burst out and it was like there was a part of him that sincerely was. Terence was fighting inside, but a part of him just wanted to curl up and be left alone. It wanted to just admit he lost and not be hurt anymore. "I am sorry for everything I did. Please let me drink your cum so that you may forgive me. I am sorry."

Todd let out a huge laugh, and he sat back in his chair so that he could sit in it like a throne. Angela got down on her knees and had one hand on Todd's thigh and one hand holding the base of his powerful cock, which throbbed with excitement. All of Todd's motions were slow and deliberate, as if he wanted to savor this moment of Terence's humiliation. He was deliberate in making the chair seem like the throne from which he indulged the show.

With a casual gesture of waving his upturned hand and a smug, self satisfied smile, Todd motioned for Terence to drink up.

Terence slowly reached out with his hand and gripped the slippery cup in his right hand. His hand shook as he raised it to his mouth. The smell made him wretch a little in his mouth, and had to turn his head for a moment. Then, with a grimace and resolve, he put the edge of the cup to his lips and tilted it up. The gooey cum slid down the cup, and Terence drank it in.

"Oh my god," Angela said with half surprised laughter and half disgust, "He's actually doing it!". She began to pump Todd's cock as she spoke.

Behind him, Terence heard Mark mutter under his breath, "Damn..." In that one word, Terence could hear that Mark was not only disgusted, but lost that much more respect for Terence.

Terence coughed as much of it down as he could, and then placed the cup down on the table with a bang. There was still a fair amount stuck to the side of the glass, but Terence hoped he wasn't expected to lick it clean.

There was silence in the room. Todd knew that Terence wanted to move on as quickly as possible, to forget this moment and move on. The sooner everything ended, the sooner he could wash the taste of pure humiliation out of his mouth. Which is exactly why Todd didn't say anything, he just leaned back in his chair, with an arrogant smirk on his face. After what seemed like forever to Terence, he realized he would have to speak.

"May I go now?" Terence asked, almost under his breath.

"Just about," Todd said, and then he snapped his fingers. Mark opened the double doors to the boardroom and two large security guards in uniform walked in. One had a Taser, and the other had a night stick at the ready. They took a moment to take in the scene and shared a glance that seemed to say simply "wow", but then they regained their professional composure and walked to either side of Terence. They picked him up roughly and began to walk him out the door. Terence didn't resist, as he wanted nothing more than to leave.

Todd raised a finger, and it was all that was needed to make the security guards stop. They turned so that Terence could face Todd, who swiveled just slightly in his chair so he cold look more directly at Terence.

"But first," Todd said, speaking leisurely, "I want to make sure you know something. It's important to me that you know that tomorrow, Angela, and I are going to Europe. We'll be fucking a lot, but we'll also be doing some nice sight seeing, drinking wine, having a good time. My life is great not just because of the sex, but everything I do. Amy's going to be having my child soon, and we're in love, and we're doing great. She likes it when I fuck other men's women, Angela likes it when I fuck other men's women, so I get to do that, and be with the women I want, and do everything else in a well balanced life. The reason I want you to think about that, to have that image in your head, is because I want you to compare your life to mine. I want you to think about how it's your money that made it possible. Got it?"

Terence nodded, and the guards began dragging him to the door. Just as they reached the doors, Angela spoke.

"Tell him," she said excitedly, as if there were an unopened gift left under a Christmas tree.

"Oh, you are wicked," Todd said condescendingly as he patted her on the head. "Are you sure you want me to tell him? After all, it was your idea."

For an answer, Angela pulled Todd's meaty cock down so that it angled toward her, and she slipped her lips over it's bulbous tip. Then she nodded, all the while keeping her eyes fixed on Todd.

"Oh, Terence," Todd said. The security guards turned Terence around at the door, holding him firmly. Todd turned to the side so that Angela could keep her mouth on his cock but also see Terence. Angela turned her head as far as she could while keeping Todd's cock in her mouth. It stretched out her cheek. 

"By the way," Todd said, "I lied. Angela sent the email about the toxic assets earlier today, so you have nothing. Have fun being homeless." With that, Todd burst out laughing. Angela also laughed, but it was muffled by having her mouth filled with Todd's thick cock. Her eyes twinkled with sadistic satisfaction.

"What? No! But you..." Terence sputtered as the guards started pulling him away. "You promised!" he cried out. Mark followed the guards as they litteraly dragged Terence away.

"It's not fair!" Terence cried out like a child. "It's just not faaaaiiir!"

As Terence was literally dragged away, Mark closed the doors on the meeting room, as Angela began hungrily bobbing her head up and down on Todd's meaty cock. It felt not just hard in her mouth, but powerful.



Reunited Ch. 02



Leyland was out for a morning run with his grandchildren. The kids now in their teens enjoyed racing their granddad. Their Alpha still looked like a man in his thirties, but in reality was around 800 years old. They admired his strength and the way he always made time for them. They simply adored him.

Bridget had grown more beautiful with age, now at age fourteen. She was just starting to get curves. Her blonde hair, hung like a wavy curtain down to her waist. Her pale grey eyes sparkled when she laughed, which was quite often. In her wolf form, her stunning wavy honey coloured coat, glowed in the sunlight.

James was blessed with short blonde hair and pale grey eyes. Even at fourteen, his muscles were already impressive. His eyes like his sister, mom and grandad, shone with kindness and a touch of mischief. Unlike his sister his wolf's coat was black like his fathers.

Leyland in his wolf form was magnificent; his coat was thick lush and bluish black. Like the sky on the full moon. It was glorious. He had decided to take the twins on a long run. The pack land went for miles, and was bordered by a highway, at its most northern point. That is where he decided to take them.

They were enjoying the run. When they got to the ridge just about the road, they looked down on the road. Leyland notice a car, it was wrapped around a tree. It was on their side of the highway. So went to investigate telling the kids to stay on the ridge and wait for him. He sniffed the air. He stopped, he knew that scent. No! It couldn't be, he ran to the car and saw her. 

She was beautiful; her hair looked like a golden mane, cascading down to her shoulders. She was out cold, with a deep gash to her forehead. He scented her again, she was wolf. Of that he was sure, but she was badly hurt. He called the kids over to help get her out of the car. He then cradled her in his arms, and the three of them sped back to the compound's infirmary.

James had remembered to get the woman's handbag. They checked it while the healer did his work. Her name is Crystal Forest. She is 25 years old. He address was in a friends pack territory. He went to make the call to Anderson's pack. He told him what happened, and that she might be his reincarnated mate. He wanted to know if she was mated. Had family there, anything he could possibly tell him about her.

Anderson told him, she was pack. That she had her parent, uncles and aunts there. No she didn't have a mate. He also said he hoped he was right about her being his mate. He said if he wanted, he himself would escort her mother there, to comfort her, when she wakes. He thanked his friend and said he would be delighted to see him again.

Crystal heard voices, none that she recognized. Sharp pain shot through her head, and her chest ached when she tried to breathe. Her mind was still foggy; she vaguely remembered driving along the highway. Then........nothing. She attempted to open her eye but couldn't yet. She tried to relax and let her memory clear. Finally it came to her; she had swerved to miss some drunk in a red pickup. Then the tree she hit before her world went black.

There was a scent in the room. It seemed to call to her for some reason. Where the hell was she? Did they mean her harm? No that seemed unlikely; whoever was here had wrapped something around her ribs. Someone was cleaning her head; she felt soft fingers on her brow. A gentle female voice was saying. "Are you sure dad? What if she rejects you? She may not believe she is your true mate reincarnated."

What... Were they talking about her? Was that why the scent was calling her? Had she found her true mate? Who was he? Was he handsome? Was he gentle and kind? If only her eyes would open. She had so many questions and no answers. Then she heard his voice answer the woman questions. It was a warm, rich voice. It was soothing, it caressed her ears. She wanted to see him.

"I hope so Celeste, I have waited twenty five years, for my true mate's return. She is beautiful is she not? Her soul calls to mine. My wolf is screaming at me that she is MINE. He is never wrong. I just hope she will feel the mating pull. She is my true mate. The other half of my soul that has found its way back to me. Your mother was precious to me. Crystal is just as precious to me. I will enjoy getting to know her."

Crystal almost felt like crying at hearing those beautiful words. It warmed her heart to know her mate would not expect her to be the same person as his lost mate. That he knew that she was a different person but that their souls were the same.

"Did you say Alpha Anderson and her mother were coming?" The woman asked.

"Yes, we thought Crystal would feel better, if her mother was here when she wakes." He answered.

"Alpha Leyland, the Alpha from the Williams pack has arrived." A male voice said.

"Thanks Mick, organise for their quarters to be made ready." Leyland said.

Crystal was stunned; her mate was Alpha Leyland Wolfden. She has seen pictures of him. He was gorgeous. She thought her heart was going to beat its way out of her chest. She tried to calm herself, and will her body to heal. She wanted to open her eye and see him. The healer came over to her and injected something and that was the last thing she remembered as she drifted to sleep.

Crystal finally opened her eye. She looked around the room when her vision cleared. It looked like any other hospital room she had ever seen. "Hello Crystal, I am Heath, the pack healer. How are you feeling?" He asked.

"My head still hurts a bit, and it hurts a bit when I take a breath, but other than that I'm alright I guess." She said.

"I'll send someone to let the Alpha know you are awake." He said before leaving the room.

A few minutes later she saw the man she had wanted to see. He came and sat on the bed next to her. She couldn't help but stare, he was gorgeous, and his eyes gazed into hers.

"Hello Crystal, I'm Leyland. Welcome to my home, I took the liberty of asking your alpha and you mother to visit." He said as he took in her amazing golden brown eyes, which match her hair perfectly.

"It is my pleasure to meet the man, whose voice and scent have intrigued me. Since I first arrived. I was unable to move or speak but heard you!"She whispered and gave a small smile.

"Then you know?" Shocked that she had heard them talking. "Does that frighten you?"

"No! I am pleased to finally find my true mate, but are you absolutely sure?" She asked finding it hard to believe this gorgeous man was hers.

"Yes, my wolf and I are sure, you are our true mate. Will you allow one kiss before your mother arrives?"He whispered.

"I would be honoured, my mate." She smiled.

Leyland lent down and captured her lips in a gentle kiss; he let his tongue carefully graze her lips. Her taste had his wolf jumping for joy. Yes she was his. "Thank you." He said and stepped back as her mother entered the room.

"Oh baby! Are you alright? I've been so worried about you." Esme said as she tried to hug her daughter carefully.

"I'm fine mama, please calm down. You'll upset my mate." She said glancing over at Leyland as he gave a little snort trying not to chuckle.

Her mother looked from Crystal to Leyland and back, her eyes wide with shock. "You're serious!"

"Yes I am. My wolf is already rolling over wagging her tail in submission! She giggled and winced.

Leyland couldn't hold back the chuckle this time. He was absolutely taken by her easy manner and acceptance. He couldn't wait to be alone with her. She mesmerized him capturing his heart more with each little smile.

He left Crystal with her mother and went to talk to the healer, before heading to his office to talk to her Alpha. "She is the one, she feels the mating call, and she has even called me her mate in front of her mother." Leyland told Anderson.

"My niece is a very lucky woman!" He laughed at the shock on Leyland's face. "What didn't I tell you? Her mother is my sister; our packs links to each other will be stronger than ever. Now we will be family."He said as he gave Leyland a hug and laughed again. "I will have to start calling you nephew now!" That started them both laughing. "Thank you Uncle, you better go and see her. She can tell you what belongings to send over." He left shaking his head chuckling.

Leyland and Crystal said their goodbyes to her mother and uncle. It was decided he would mate with her as soon as she had healed. Leyland carried her to the main house as she no longer needed to stay in the infirmary. 

He placed her on the sofa. Then put more wood on the fire. They spent the evening sitting with the family, as Crystal got to know the twins, Celeste and Mick. She won their hearts easily, and she adored the twins. When Bridget asked her what colour her wolf was, Crystal smiled and held up a strand of her hair. Bridget told her she couldn't wait to go for a run with her.

"Crystal, when you mate with grandad what shall we call you? Bridget asked.

"Well, I am not here to replace your grandmother; she has a special spot in the family. So why not just call me Crystal. I will love you as much as she would have. I also hope that her precious Celeste will be my best friend. Celeste hugged her and said "You already are thank you for the kind words for my mama." She placed a kiss on Crystal's cheek.

"Come, you've only just gotten out of the infirmary. Time to go to bed you need to rest so you can heal." He lifted her into his arms and headed to his bedroom. Once there his stripped her and put her under the covers, then stripped himself. He climbed in next to her and wrapped her in his arms and snuggled close. They drifted off into contented sleep.

It took a week for the healing to complete. During that week Leyland and Crystal had spent their time getting to know each other. Her wolf had to wait for her ribs to heal, and was now desperate to go for a run. 

Leyland was more than happy to go and called the kids to join them. They stood by and watched her change, and gasped at the sight. She was absolutely beautiful; her coat was thick and wavy. The same rich golden colour that shimmered in the sun like her hair had. She was just as awe struck when she saw Leyland's wolf. "Beautiful!" she gasped. To which he came over to her and nuzzled her neck.

'Thank you, but you out shine us all, my love.' He said into her mind. In response she licked his face. Celeste decided to join them on their run. She and the twins could head of in a different direction, after about a mile. That was the reason she came along, she wanted to give her dad some private time with Crystal. Since her mom had gone, her dad had not sort out any other woman. 

She could only imagine how lonely his nights must have been. This would be the perfect time for him to mate with his new love. So she told the twins before they left of her plan. They were more than happy to comply.

Leyland saw Celeste and the twins leave them, he smiled he had a feeling they would. He lead Crystal to the beautiful little lake, not too far away, it was a peaceful, secluded spot. "This is my favourite places to come when I want to be alone. I want this place to be where I take you, and make you mine!" He said as he nuzzled her neck.

"I'd like that, my love; I want you to make me yours!" She said as she licked his face. "Move your tail for me, my love, so I can prepare you." He husked to her mentally. She did as he asked and Leyland wasted no time in licking her. He ran his tongue over her waiting sex. He licked her wrinkled little star, then lower and slowly eased it inside her aroused chute. 

She moaned her pleasure. Revelling in the feel of his long tongue, caressing her insides. His long red cock hung, leaking with anticipation from its sheath. He ignored the ache and continued to pleasure her with his tongue. He could feel her starting to tighten just before she exploded. She let out a howl of pleasure. He devoured every drop, loving the taste.

He mounted her, his engorged shaft, lingering near her entrance. "I love you, mine!" He said and he pushed forward, impaling her slowly. He angled his cock just right to build her to another climax. He started to pick up speed, until he was pounding into her at a furious pace. His Knot now firmly in place and his own climax imminent her velvet chute clinched his cock. He bit her neck as he tipped over the edge with her. They slumped to the ground, locked together, panting. 

"I love you, my own!" He whispered in her ear.

"As I love you, my love!" She said and then sighed and snoozed in sated bliss.

Finally he had his mate. No longer would he lie in bed, missing the feel of loving arms around him. No more wondering how long he would have to wait. He had been surrounded by family and yet been painfully lonely. Longing for his mate's caresses. Now as he gazed at the magnificent wolf beside him. He thanked Luna for giving him back his soul mate. He snuggled closer to Crystal, still locked together, and he to drifted into sated sleep. 



Reunited Ch. 02



"Honey, I'm home," Doug's voice boomed as he stepped from the kitchen to the garage. The joke was as old as their marriage, but usually it made Becky smile. This time, however, she jumped and felt her face flush. 

Becky glanced across the kitchen table at Liz, suddenly nervous. Liz returned her look with a small, sultry smile which sent more heat rushing to other, more interesting parts of Becky's body but did little to settle her nerves. With a quick breath, Becky turned from her old college lover to face her husband. 

Doug was a tall, skinny guy, dressed in his corporate casual button-down shirt and slacks and carrying the briefcase Becky had gotten him as a "congratulations on your new job" present a few years ago. He was smiling and casting a curious look at Becky and her guest. 

Becky thought about what he must be seeing: There she was -- his wife, tall and slender, like him, with shoulder length blonde hair, dressed in a plain t-shirt and loose sweat pants (why had she let Liz talk her into wearing those frumpy old things) sitting on a stool at their high kitchen table across from a woman Doug had never seen before -- an attractive woman with dark, curly hair and striking blue eyes and her full, round breasts visibly straining against her t-shirt. Becky saw Doug's eyes linger briefly on Liz's breasts. Did he recognize that t-shirt as one of the ones Becky wore to bed, she wondered.

Shaking herself, Becky smiled and slid to her feet.

"Hi honey," Becky said, surprised her voice sounded so calm, as she walked quickly to give her husband an unexpected kiss on the cheek. "This is Liz, an old friend of mine."

"Hi," Doug said, nodding to the dark haired woman as he set down his briefcase. He froze suddenly, before straightening back up a little too quickly.

Becky bit back a laugh. Standing behind him, she could see Liz sitting on her stool, her legs demurely crossed. The t-shirt, which was all she was wearing, had ridden up her hip (or had Liz deliberately pulled it up, Becky wondered) and the bare curve of her ass was plainly visible. Bending over, Doug had gotten a good view of Liz's shapely leg and round ass. 

Doug, Becky realized, was glancing at her. She did her best to look innocent. She knew the last thing he wanted was his wife to catch his checking out her friend's ass. He was no doubt wondering who this strange woman was and why she seemed to be wearing nothing but an old t-shirt.

"Sorry," said Liz, her voice low and sultry. She gestured at the t-shirt. "I spilled wine... all over my blouse... and skirt. Becky was nice enough to lend me this night shirt while my clothes are in the wash." 

"Oh," said Doug, obviously disconcerted that Liz seemed to have answered his unvoiced thought. Becky, who remembered the uncanny habit, shrugged off her own surprise.

Doug was glancing at her again, Becky realized. She just smiled, unaware it was one of those strange mysterious smiles she usually reserved for surprise parties or when she bought new lingerie. 

"Liz is an old college friend," Becky added, finding herself relaxing into the situation. "We reconnected online. She was in the area and she stopped by to... talk."

"Oh," Doug repeated, glancing at Liz, his eyes once more visibly tracing the curves of her breasts, her belly and her ass before quickly looking away again. "Well that's great."

"Yeah," Becky laughed, her own eyes following the same curves. "I thought it might be nice if she stayed for dinner. We could order a pizza... pretend like it was college again."

"Sure," said Doug, clearly a little bewildered. "That would be fine."

"Becky," Liz purred. "I'm going to go into the living room, give you guys a chance to talk."

With that Liz hopped lightly off her stool. 

Languidly, she stretched, a motion which simultaneously pressed her full breasts even harder against the straining fabric of her t-shirt and lifted the hem up past her hips. Her hard nipples stood out, almost as plainly visible as if she had been naked. Underneath the t-shirt, she was naked. Her cleanly shaven pussy, her labia still flushed and swollen from earlier events, was fully exposed below the hem. Her eyes closed, Liz gave a little hungry moan as the stretch lifted her to her toes. With a sigh, she relaxed again and, with a cheerful smile, bounced through a little turn and sashayed out of the room. Her naked round ass swayed with each step.

Becky looked at Doug, his eyes wide with shock and fixed on Liz's sexy backside.

"God, she's such a slut," Becky whispered to herself.

Doug jumped. 

"I... what," Doug stammered, flushing. "I didn't... I mean... I mean I did... but I wasn't..."

"She's hot," Becky purred, leaning against Doug. Her fingers twined around his, and she pressed her pert, firm breasts against his arm. His skin felt cool under her fingers, and she realized her whole body was flushed with desire. 

"What..." Doug stammered. "No... I mean..."

"She's hot," Becky repeated, her free hand sliding down Doug's chest. "She has great tits, a fabulous ass and a really pretty pussy. Don't you think she has a pretty pussy?"

"I... what!?" Doug gasped.

"You remember sweetie," Becky breathed, her lips inches from Doug's ear, her hand slipping down past his belt, "a few weeks ago... asking me if I'd ever eaten a pussy? Remember when I told you I had. God, Liz has a really pretty pussy... I've always loved it."

"What... Liz..." Doug continued to stammer. Becky suppressed a laugh she knew he wouldn't have appreciated. She assumed it was hard for him to think, what with all the blood obviously pumping into the hard shaft now under her stroking fingers. She watched as slowly a few of his oxygen-starved brain cells managed to make a connection. "Wait... that's... Liz. The Liz... the one who you... What's going on here?"

"What do you think, honey?" Becky purred. "Should we order a pizza... pretend like we're back in college?"

"I died, right," Doug muttered. "I had a car crash and died on the way home... or I'm in a coma and this is some kind of pornographic near-death dream." 

"Or your wonderful, loving wife has brought over her hot bisexual former college roommate for a kinky threesome," Becky smiled. Suddenly serious, she looked into Doug's eyes, "Unless you don't want..."

"You know," Doug laughed, "I think I'm just going to go with this."

......

They found Liz sitting curled on the old easy chair in the living room, across from the couch. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, her feet planted on the seat of the chair. She sat holding a wine glass loosely in her hand and seemed fascinated by the play of light on the rich red liquid. Becky felt her breath catch at the sight, wondering not for the first time at her lover's easy, comfortable sensuality.

Smiling, Becky pulled Doug over to the couch. As they sat, she noticed with an inward laugh that Liz's position on the chair left the wet folds of her pussy visible, perfectly framed between her strong, shapely thighs. Becky leaned close to her husband, caressing his leg, and wondered if Liz planned these things or if she just had some unconscious talent for displaying her body in the sexiest way possible.

"So," Liz said, looking up from her wine, "what should we get on the pizza?"

This time, Becky couldn't hold it in. Laughter bubbled forth, unbidden and uncontrollable, from somewhere deep inside. Only Liz, Becky thought, could sit nearly naked in a strange house, in front of a strange man she had never met yet had every intension of fucking later, and calmly discuss pizza toppings. All Becky could do was laugh, and next to her, Doug started laughing too. All the nervousness, tension and confusion that had been growing inside them both was washed away in a flood of pure, ridiculous laughter. 

Slowly, the laughter faded. Becky wiped tears from her eyes, smiling at Doug and Liz equally. Doug, still chuckling, grinned back. Through it all Liz had just sat, her knowing blue eyes watching them both, a gentle but still sultry smile on her lips.

"Mushrooms and green peppers?" Becky offered, suddenly chuckling again.

"Why do you always try to ruin good pizza with fungus," Doug retorted.

The age-old debate of what to put on a pizza carried them through the next several minutes, until a compromise was finally reached. Still grinning, Doug slipped off to place the order and fetch more wine for Liz and a couple of beers.

"You are just..." Becky laughed at her old friend, unsure how to continue. "I just don't know what to do with you sometimes."

"What would you like to do with me?" Liz purred, giving her lover a hungry look over the top of her wine glass.

"You..." Becky growled. 

"Am I being bad?" Liz whispered. "Are you going to punish me again, mistress?"

"After dinner," Becky growled. "Now cover your pussy."

"Yes, mistress," Liz purred, looking down with blatantly false modesty. 

Liz's free hand slipped down between her legs. Her fingers molded over her wet folds, a gesture somehow far more erotic than simple nudity.

Becky steadfastly resisted the urge to throw a pillow at her, if only for the sake of not spilling more wine on the carpet.

Doug picked that moment to return. He smiled warmly at Becky, handing her an open beer bottle, and then turned to Liz. Becky saw his eyes widen as he took her in the sight of her again, his gaze lingering on her how her hand was now cupped between her legs. 

"Wine," he coughed, clearly trying to sound casual.

"Please," Liz smiled, her face the picture of the polite guest. 

She stretched out her arm, offering her glass to Doug, and the gesture served only to further highlight the hand between her legs. Becky debated a number of responses, but opted for silence. If this was going to work at all, Doug needed to be able to handle Liz too.

With a smile, albeit a slightly bemused one, Doug refilled Liz's glass and then settled himself down at Becky's side once more. 

"So Liz," Doug ventured. "What do you do... for a living I mean?"

"I run a little art gallery in the city," Liz smiled.

For the next half hour, a casual if flirty conversation filled the living room. Becky found herself relaxing as she caught up with her old roommate, bragged about her own successes and listened to Doug chatter animatedly about his work. For a while, the evening was nothing more or less than a comfortable meeting between old friends and new.

A knock at the door interrupted Doug in the middle of explaining his latest project at the office. 

"That would be the pizza," Becky said.

"I've got it," Liz offered, bouncing to her feet.

"No," Becky and Doug said at once. "No, I insist," Liz countered firmly.

Any argument was forestalled when Liz swept across the room to grab her purse from beside the couch. As she bent over, Becky was suddenly reminded of the very important fact that Liz was half naked. Her bare ass and pussy were once again, and quite suddenly, on display mere inches from Becky and Doug's faces. For a long moment, Liz rummaged through her purse, her ass waving a little from side to side as she did. Then, seizing her wallet, she straightened and, with a smile over her shoulder, bounded off to the entry hall. A moment later the t-shirt she wore came flying back into the living room. 

"Did she just?" Doug said.

"Yes," Becky groaned. "Yes, I believe she did."

"Well," Doug's voice struggled to remain casual. "Nice tip for the delivery boy."

"I delivered pizzas once," Becky offered, filling the silence. "In college."

"Anyone ever answer the door naked?" Doug asked.

"Once," Becky replied, flushing at the memory.

"Good tip?"

"Oh God, yes."

"What the hell did you two get up to in college?" Doug asked suddenly.

"Do you really wanna know?" Becky arched an eyebrow.

"I'm not sure," Doug replied slowly, giving Becky an uncomfortably searching look.

To Becky's relief, Liz picked that moment to come swaying back into the living room. She was, sure enough, completely naked now, with a pizza box balanced on one hand and her wallet held in the other. Her heavy round breasts, which Becky had always envied, bounced and jiggled with each step. Her nipples looking achingly hard, leading Becky to wonder abstractly just how cold it was outside. 

"Pizza," Liz said with a smile, setting the box down on the coffee table. 

Becky stared at her, open-mouthed. She popped her jaw shut with a click. A quick glance to the side told her Doug was still staring, just as open-mouthed. Her husband's eyes couldn't seem to decide where to look first. He was clearly torn between desperately wanting to ogle Liz's appealingly displayed curves and a lifetime of training not to get caught doing so openly, especially not in front of his wife.

"Doug, honey," Becky said, ignoring her husband's guilty jump at the sound of her voice. "Could you get us some plates please?"

"Yeah," Doug practically panted. "Yeah, plates... Sure, I can do that... Plates."

He rose quickly and left for the kitchen again.

Becky leapt to her feet the moment he was out of sight.

"We're not going to eat anything with you like that," she snapped at Liz.

"Well," Liz bit her lip. "not pizza anyway."

"You... are..." Becky snarled.

"A very bad girl?" Liz replied.

Becky stared at Liz for a long moment, her thoughts spinning.

"The pizza's going to get cold," she said at last.

"I don't mind," Liz countered. "Unless you'd rather..."

Becky closed the distance between them in a quick step. Her mouth crushed down on Liz's, silencing whatever teasing words she had planned to say. One hand tangled in her lover's dark curly hair, while the other closed fiercely over one of those heavy round breasts.

Becky felt Liz moan against her mouth. Her warm naked body pressed against Becky's, pliant and yielding. She felt her own body flush with desire. Growling deep in her throat, she pulled Liz's head harder against hers, kissing her with bruising intensity. Her hand squeezed and pulled on Liz's breast, eliciting a whimper while Liz pressed harder against her. 

Liz's hands danced along Becky's back, finding the edge of Becky's t-shirt and scratching desperately against her bare skin. 

Panting, Becky broke the kiss, moving back just far enough to see Liz's wildly dilated eyes.

"For a sub," Becky gasped. "you sure do take control a situation."

"I want you," Liz panted. "I want you so much. I want this so much."

A clatter of plates tugged at Becky's attention. As if pulling against a powerful current, she turned her head to face her husband.

Doug stood surprisingly close, staring with now undisguised hunger at the two of them.

"So," he said huskily. "I'm thinking dinner might wait for a bit."

"The pizza's going to get cold," Becky repeated.

"Really. Don't. Care," said Doug.

"I think he likes what he sees, Liz," Becky growled. "Oh yeah," Liz purred, turning to look at Doug with her wide, dark eyes.

"That's hot," Doug replied, his voice thick with lust.

"Yeah," Liz purred.

"Oh yeah," Doug groaned.

"Doug likes watching two women together," Becky whispered huskily. "Do you want to see more, honey?"

Doug just nodded slowly, his eyes fixed intently on them.

Becky felt a smile spread across her face. She felt Liz shiver, warm and wanting under her touch. Slowly, she moved, turning Liz to face her husband. Liz arched her back, displaying her breasts for Doug, and he stared openly and lustily at them. Becky slid her hands across Liz's warm skin. The other woman moaned as Becky cupped her breasts, squeezing them. Her thumbs teased Liz's aching nipples. Liz whimpered and leaned back against Becky.

"I love these tits," Becky purred. 

Becky watched as Doug's wide eyes wandered up and down Liz's body, taking in her pale skin, her full round breasts, her shaven pussy. She felt Liz's body quiver as Becky's hands caressed her. 

"Damn," Doug breathed.

"You like watching that," Becky purred, her fingers sliding down Liz's belly. "You like watching me touch her." 

"Yeah," Doug nodded. 

"Do you know what else Doug likes, Liz?" Becky sighed against Liz's ear.

"What?" Liz whimpered.

"Doug likes watching women eat each other," Becky growled.

"Yes," Liz breathed. "Yes, please. Please may I eat you, mistress?"

Liz slid to her knees and turned to face Becky.

"Please, mistress," Liz pleaded. "Please, may I eat your pussy."

Becky smiled down at her lover. She felt her breath coming in warm, heavy gasps. She felt longing and desire flooding through her. But more than that, she felt a power she had forgotten. Liz knelt at her feet, the beautiful brunette looking up at her with undisguised longing. Doug stood next to them, his hard-on visibly straining against his slacks, his eyes fixed on the sight of them. They were hers, Becky felt suddenly, both them were hers. 

Becky stepped back, she lowering herself onto the couch. Her sweat pants slid easily down her legs. Liz smiled. Becky remembered that Liz loved to see her in sweat pants. She remember her lover confiding that it always reminded her of their first time together, the first time Becky had dominated her. She had worn nothing underneath her sweats, then or now. 

"Come here, lezzie Lizzie," Becky growled, spreading her legs to reveal her own wet pussy. "Come here and eat my pussy. Watch her, Doug. Watch my little slut eat my pussy."

Liz glanced up at Doug, who stood staring, and smiled. Becky knew Liz enjoyed putting on a show. Slowly, with catlike grace, the brunette crawled to her lover. She lowered her face between Becky's legs, and Becky felt Liz's warm breath on her wet folds. 

"I said eat me," Becky urged. "Come on my lezzie slut, lick my fucking pussy."

Becky watched as Liz surrendered to her commands. She shuddered as Liz's warm tongue lapped against Becky's pussy. Becky arched her hips and pulled Liz's face closer. As she did, Liz buried her face between Becky's legs. She licked and sucked and tongued the other woman in a passionate frenzy. 

"That's it," Becky cried. "eat my pussy."

Becky looked up. Doug was staring at them hungrily. His hand gripped the bulge in his slacks. Becky watched as he began stroking himself, while Liz buried her head between his wife's thighs.

"Eat me you fucking lezzie slut," Becky moaned. "Lick my pussy."

Liz's tongue lashed out, parting Becky's folds and fluttering along her slick flesh.

"Oh god, yes!" Becky shook, her hands pulling Liz's face harder against her. "Look at her Doug. Look at her eating your wife's pussy. It feels so good...fuck... yes... so good... when she... oh god, yes... when she... licks my... fuck! ... my pussy!"

With wild passion, Liz's tongue licked and probed deep into Becky's wet pussy.

"Oh Liz," Becky moaned. "Don't stop... don't... oh god... Lizzie... my Lizzie... I'm... I'm... I'm cumming!"

Becky's body shook. She clamped her thighs around Liz's head, holding her face firmly buried in Becky's pussy as she came. The world was lost in a blinding haze of intense pleasure. Her hands locked in Liz's hair, crushing her lover's face against her spasming pussy while her body thrashed in orgasm. Finally, Becky collapsed back in the couch, shaking. 

Slowly, her breathing settled and she looked up at her husband again.

"Did you like watching that," Becky purred at him.

"That was," Doug groaned. "That was... wow. She really... you just..."

"Liz has an incredible mouth, honey," Becky purred, smiling. "Come here. Sit by me and let her show you."

"Yeah?" Doug said, his eyes hungrily devouring the sight of Liz's naked body. 

"Sit here," Becky said. 

Doug lowered himself onto the couch next to her.

"Show him, Liz," Becky commanded. "Show my daring husband what a sweet mouth you have."

Liz smiled as Becky leaned over, unbuttoned her husband's slacks, and pulled them down to reveal the hard shaft straining against his boxers. Liz turned her eyes to Doug, meeting his lustful gaze. She arched her back, showing him her full breasts and giving him a sensuous grin. He jumped a little as she placed her hands on his knees, and slid them slowly up his thighs. While she did, Becky pulled her husband's boxers down and lifted his hard dick toward Liz's mouth. 




Reunited Ch. 02



Becky watched as Liz's eyes locked on Doug's. The brunette lowered her head slowly. Her tongue fluttered out, brushing his hard shaft, tasting the salty tang of his pre-cum, the musky flavor of his skin. Doug groaned, his hips arching toward Liz's face. Becky smiled, enjoying his reaction, as she watched Liz lower her lips around his engorged tip. Liz wrapped her fingers around his length, entwining them with Becky's so they both held him. 

"Oh shit," Doug moaned. He glanced over at his wife. 

Becky smiled back at him and placed her hand on Liz's head.

"Is that good?" Becky asked him, grinning.

"Oh yeah," Doug sighed. "That's good."

Liz had closed her eyes, bobbing her head steadily up and down the hard shaft. With each motion, Becky saw, she took him a little deeper. Becky knew her lover was reveling in her husband's moans as she slowly swallowed his cock. Becky's hand on her head urged her on, pushing her steadily down. 

"That's it, Lizzie," Becky purred over her. "Take it all. Swallow his cock."

Becky pushed harder and heard Liz gag a little as the firm spongy tip pushed against her throat. She backed off for a moment, forcing back the reflex. Then passive and willing, she allowed Becky to push her head down again, this time a little deeper. Doug groaned, his hips rocking up to meet her face. Liz coughed as her throat spasmed around Doug's shaft. Becky gave Liz a final push and saw her husband's whole length sink into Liz's mouth. 

"Fuck," Doug groaned.

"Do it," Becky's voice purred. "Fuck her face. Fuck that slutty mouth."

Holding her hair, Becky pulled Liz's head up. Coughing, her lover took a deep gulp of air and then sank back down, swallowing Doug's cock. Becky pulled her head up again, and then pushed her back down. Doug grunted and moaned. His hips started thrusting in time, as he fucked Liz's face. His hard cock plunged into her mouth, making Liz gasp and cough around the thick flesh. Becky watched as Liz surrendered completely. She seemed to be floating, passive and warm with desire while Doug and Becky used her for their pleasure.

"Oh fuck that's good," Doug groaned. 

"You like her mouth," Becky growled. "She has a great mouth. You can have her mouth. You can have her however you want."

"I can?" Doug gasped, surprised.

Becky released her grip on Liz's head. Coughing, Liz lifted her mouth free Doug's shaft. She slid limply down to sit at his feet, gasping, while she look up at them.

"Doug," Becky smiled, feeling suddenly strong and confident. "I want us to share her. I want Liz. I want her any way I can have her. I want you to want her to. I want you to do anything you want with her."

Doug look down at Liz. 

"Liz?" he asked simply.

"Yes, I want to" Liz said, hoarse but smiling. "I enjoy it. I'll do whatever you like."

"You can fuck her mouth," Becky said, grinning. "You can fuck her pussy, if you want. You can... Liz, do you still do anal?"

"I'll do anything you want, Mistress," Liz replied with a wicked grin. 

Curving like a cat, she turned, lifting herself to her hands and knees and presenting her backside to the pair on the couch. Once again she displayed her full, round ass and, between her thighs, her wet, swollen pussy. 

"Would you like to fuck me, Doug?" Liz purred. "You can fuck my pussy. You can fuck my ass, if you want. Please, fuck me."

Doug cast a questioning glance at Becky. She smiled and nodded.

"You can," Becky said. "I want you to. Fuck her, honey. Be my cock. Fuck my lover for me."

Smiling, Doug dropped to his knees behind Liz. His hands seized her hips, and he thrust his hard shaft against her. Liz laughed as his tip pushed against her hip. Reaching back, she took hold of him and guided his cock against her wet pussy. With a powerful thrust, Doug pushed again. Liz cried out as he penetrated her, his length filling her wet passage. 

"You like that," Doug groaned as he thrust into Liz.

"Yes," Liz groaned. "Yes, fuck me."

"Oh god, yes," moaned Becky, watching wide eyed from the couch. "Fuck her. Fuck her hard, honey."

Grunting Doug slammed into Liz, who cried out and thrust back against him.

"Oh, fuck," Doug grunted. "You like that?"

"Yes," Liz howled. "Yes, do it."

Becky watched in wonder while her husband's cock thrust in and out of Liz's wet pussy. Unthinking, Becky's fingers slid down between her legs, teasing her still sensitive clit. It had been years since she had felt this hot.

"Fuck her, honey," Becky growled, her fingers dancing against her clit. "Fuck her hard. You're my cock. Fuck my Lizzie hard with my cock. Make her scream."

"You want to hear her scream?" Doug groaned. "I'll make her scream. You like it in the ass, bitch? 'Cause I'm gonna fuck your ass!"

Panting, he pulled out of Liz's wet pussy. His hard cock twitched and pulsed as he tightened his grip on the brunette's hips, spreading her ass cheeks. Roughly, Doug pressed the wet purple tip of his hard shaft against Liz's asshole. Liz jumped, yelping as he pushed. 

"Slowly," Liz grasped. "Oh wait... go slow... please..."

Becky watched Liz clench her fists against the living room carpet. (Oh God, my husband is about to ass-fuck my college lover in our living room, Becky thought, stunned.) Liz plainly struggled to relax as Doug 's cock pressed harder against her sensitive sphincter. She whimpered. Doug's thick purple head pressed harder, and Becky saw Liz's tight opening slowly yielding to him. With a sudden rush, his tip popped into her and Liz cried out.

"Wait," Liz pleaded. "Let me get used to it."

"Slowly," Becky whispered. "Let her feel it. Let her feel you in her ass."

"Yeah, you feel that?" Doug growled, his dick pulsing visibly.

"Yes," Liz whimpered. "Yes, I feel it. It's so big. You're stretching me so much."

Slowly, Doug pushed himself deeper in. Liz whimpered as his shaft sunk down into her sensitive ass. Inch by inch, Becky watched her husband penetrate Liz's backside. Finally, he was fully in her. Liz was panting through the intense pressure spreading her ass wide. Doug pulled himself back, than sank his length into her again.

"Yes," Liz sighed. "Yes, like that. Fuck me like that. Fuck my ass."

With deep, slow thrusts, Doug started to drive himself down into Liz's ass. Soon, his pace quickened. Liz moaned as he started to thrust, harder and faster into her sensitive back passage. 

"Yes," Becky moaned, her voice thick with desire. "Fuck her, honey. Fuck her ass for me."

Doug started to thrust wildly, pounding away at Liz's body.

"You like that?" Doug groaned. "You like that cock in your tight ass."

"Yes," Liz whimpered. "Fuck my ass."

"Fuck her," Becky panted. "Yes... oh god.. fuck her ass... ohhh, yes!"

"Oh fuck!" Doug gave one final, deep thrust and groaned. Becky knew his hard cock was pumping cum deep into Liz's ass.

Slowly, he withdrew, and Liz collapsed onto the living room carpet, gasping and whimpering. Her whole body was flushed and quivering. Becky watched as her lover's hand slid down between her legs. She watched with Doug as Liz's fingers dancing on her clit, stirring her already overloaded senses higher and higher until she spasmed with a violent, powerful orgasm.

Slowly, Liz looked up again. 

Becky knelt between her and Doug, a hand touching each of the them, smiling with a strange simple joy. 

Doug's eyes were once again wide.

"Liz, are you... ok?" Doug asked tentatively. "I mean... I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

"Well," Liz smiled warmly. "I know what came in me... and it was great."

Becky saw the very real concern and self-doubt in her husband's eyes. She remembered that feeling too, the sense of almost terror that came with realizing she had completely dominated someone. 

Before Becky could say anything, Liz added, "Really, Doug, you didn't break me. I like it like that. You'll see."

He looked puzzled. 

"You mean," he ventured, "we might do this again."

"I hope so," Liz smiled.

Becky smiled at them both.

"Yes," Becky said. "If you're ok with it, Doug, I want to do that again... often." 

"Oh boy," Doug said.



Reunited Ch. 02







Reunited Ch. 03



"Hey! Hey! Two can play at that game!" Terence laughed as Lisa smeared the icing on the slice of wedding cake on Terence's face. He managed to steal a bit from her hand and smear it on her lips, except that she licked it up.

They laughed and smiled as one of Lisa's friends snapped a picture of Terence with icing smeared across his cheek, as he smiled and held a laughing Lisa close by.

Terence turned to face her and took in her ravishing beauty. She usually dressed very conservatively, and didn't show much cleavage, but the stiff corset of her wedding dress held her breasts up as if to present them, and it just barely came up from under her breasts to cover her nipples. It looked like one could just reach in to her dress and scoop out her massive tits.

"I love you," Terence said in a moment of heartfelt sincerity, and the few friends and family around said, "awww." Lisa smiled a big, bright smile, and kissed him passionately on the mouth, even licking a little of the icing as she did. It was a little bit intense for a kiss in public, but no one minded as they were all taken in by the glowing love between the groom and the bride.

It was a small wedding, as Terence and Lisa couldn't afford anything too elaborate. Most of the money came from Lisa's side of the family, as Terence didn't have many friends, and had lost touch with most of his family. Lisa was a regular member of the congregation, and popular because of all her good work, so the church helped pitch in to make the wedding a special one.

Lisa positively glowed that day. Terence couldn't help but want to see her just before the wedding, as she was his rock, the person he turned to whenever he got nervous. He was having pre-wedding jitters so he knocked on her dressing room door. She yelled at him to stay out, that it was bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony. He relented, but when he saw her emerge at the doors at the top of the aisle, she looked like an angel stepping down from heaven, and he understood why it was important to wait.

When they sealed their marriage with a kiss, Terence teared up a bit, he was so happy. After his previous disastrous relationships, he didn't think he could ever love or trust again, let alone get married. Now he understood that he was only lost before because he didn't have a higher power to guide him. Now he had faith, which he didn't just turn on one day but worked hard to earn, and with it he built a foundation on which he could learn to love again.

It was a hard journey to this point, but worth every agonizing step to get to this point, looking into the sparkling blue eyes of his new wife, Lisa.

They had met while Terence was sitting in a church, on a rainy night when the rest of the church was empty and Terence had come because he had nowhere else to go except to ask God what to do. Lisa was beautiful, though she made a point of keeping her natural good looks muted with conservative clothes and simple make up. However, It didn't matter to Terence at the time, though. When they first met, if he had even noticed her beauty he would have hated her for it as he came to think that any woman who was even a little attractive was a lying, cheating, betraying whore.

It wasn't love at first sight, and it wasn't even attraction that brought them together. When they met, Terence was on the verge of suicide, so romance or relationships had nothing to do with it.

Terence didn't know how to pray or anything, he just sat there, hoping that if there was any guidance to be had, God would somehow let him know.

Lisa had been helping the pastor set up an email account. She wasn't a computer expert by any means, but she was merely familiar with computers as anyone is these days. The pastor, however, was from a different time and didn't catch on quite as quickly. The two of them stumbled through it, and then the pastor, who was a little brain tired, retired to his little living space in the back of the church, grateful for Lisa's offer to just look around the church in his place, to make sure all the doors were locked and everything was alright.

It wasn't unusual to find someone sitting or praying among the benches, but there was a dark cloud above Terence that one could feel just by looking at him. She knew that the homeless in the area could be a little mentally unstable, so she sat in the aisle in front of the aisle Terence was sitting in, just for safety. She just sat there for a while, not asking if Terence needed anything, just being there so he wasn't alone.

Eventually, he looked up, saw that she was probably some other Christian do-gooder who would sell him on the Bible, and he looked down again.

"I'm here to listen," Lisa said softly. "If you want."

Terence still said nothing, and Lisa just sat there. They sat in silence for forty minutes. As time went on, some part of Terence registered that she wasn't pushing anything, she was, by the simple action of being by his side, letting him know that he was not alone in his time of need. That softened him. He began to cry softly.

"You can't even imagine what I've been through," Terence said.

"I know," Lisa said. "Even if you tell me, I won't pretend I could ever know how it feels."

That made a strong impression on Terence. The last thing he wanted was someone's sympathy, even if it was well meaning. The thing he hated most in the world was dishonesty, even the kind where people are trying to be nice. No one could feel what he felt, and if someone tried to pretend they did, he would just resent it.

"I used to be successful," Terence said. Lisa said nothing, she just leaned forward and listened. Terence went on to tell his story.

Terence had spent a year being literally homeless after his last encounter with Todd. Not only had Todd destroyed or stolen all of Terence's wealth, Todd turned out to be right about Terence's house as well. It was over valued and he couldn't sell it. What little he had left was taken eventually taken by the bank. He applied for various programs to help get him on his feet, but there was little sympathy for someone who by all appearances had lost their money in playing risky games in stocks and investments.

Terence had to stay in shelters after the bank had quickly foreclosed his house. He went to soup kitchens and did odd jobs to make a little cash under the table. Not only was he broken down, but the economy was in bad shape. Sometimes he slept on the streets, sometimes he slept in shelters.

Mostly what kept Terence homeless, though, was the rage. Inside he burned with a rage that could power the sun itself. Todd had made Terence drink Todd's cum! How could any man walk away from such utter humiliation and not feel hatred in every cell of his being? Hatred, jealousy, envy, depression, desire, anger... Every night and every day Terence was fueled by raw, fiery passions. His rage was palpable to anyone within sight of him, and that made a lot of people keep their distance. He was hard to employ because of his rage. He didn't make any friends. He was completely alone.

Along the way, though, Terence kept meeting good people, who worked to help others. Terence was so shaped by his anger that he couldn't even believe people who tried to be nice and charitable to him. He immediately suspected they were trying to take something from him.

Most of all, he hated the Christian missionary types who wanted to help. A lot of the charitable food organizations he frequented to stay fed had connections to various churches, so he ran into a lot more Christians actively doing good work than he ever had before. They would want to read from the bible and from tell him that God had a plan for him. One time Terence literally spat on the Bible in a pastor's hand.

"If God has been planning my life so far," Terence shouted, "then God is a sadistic, evil cock!"

It came to the point where Terence wanted to die, except that he felt it was the ultimate loss to Todd. To just end his own life was an admission that people like Todd are the winners and people like Terence are the losers. At the same time, Terence just couldn't imagine building himself back up again. Even if he worked hard, even if he became successful, it would come crashing down when Todd inevitably stole whatever woman Terence fell in love with. What was the point of life without love?

Which brought Terence to that night at the church. He didn't see the point of going on. At the same time, he couldn't just give up. He was incapable of making his own decision, and even though he wasn't a church going type, he was desperate for some kind of guidance.

Lisa listened, and waited in silence for a long time to make sure that Terence had every opportunity to really let it all out. Then she told Terence the story of Job. How Job had everything taken and was tested by God more than any other man. She said an interesting thing which was that she could just point Terence to the story, and tell him about it, but she couldn't tell him what it meant. The girl said that most people hear the story and just think it's evidence of a cruel God, but that only someone who had Terence's experience could really feel it, and get to what it means. Only by feeling the pain could Terence see what it meant, more than anyone else who could only read the surface details of the story.

Terence thought deeply. It made sense. How could such misfortune have befallen him if it weren't to cure him. When he thought about it, wasn't it pride that made him want to have such beautiful women in his life? He was living his whole life trying to "win" some kind of master game. Really, though, was it all about winning? Even if Todd was the devil himself, maybe God was using him to show Terence that trying to win at games of pride was never going to work.

The real "win" was to lead a good life, one that no one could take away, because it wasn't built on showing people how well you had done but by being a good person that people respected.

From that moment on, Terence resolved to make a life that no one could take away from him.

Lisa recognized immediately that some kind of spark had been ignited in Terence, so she made some calls to help him out. She was most certainly not in love with Terence. When she saw him in that church, she saw him as one of many homeless people who needed a helping hand. He looked unclean and unkempt as they usually did, not at all the kind of man that a woman looks for. All that had changed after Terence had told his story is that she recognized that he was a man with potential who had been broken down, not just another person with mental issues who had been abandoned by society.

It was hard at first for Terence to earn people's trust. He had snapped and shouted at a lot of people during his difficult year of being homeless. A lot of people didn't want to deal with him, but only did so because Lisa vouched for him. Terence didn't see Lisa that much, she would just be in the church during Sunday mass, and often she was too busy to talk to other people to talk with Terence. Terence didn't mind, though, because even though he was trying to start over, he still didn't feel he was ready for any kind of romance.

In fact, at night, when he masturbated, he still had lingering thoughts of Amy and Angela, which bothered him. He just couldn't shake the memory of the visceral feeling of their smooth soft skin and the sight of their incredible bodies pressed against him. He would feel guilty and pathetic after he came, though. While the less rational part of him couldn't shake his lusts, his more rational part that took over when he wasn't horny would keep reminding him that he had to reach higher than lust as a foundation for a relationship.

Terence felt embarrassed at first that his first steady job was a paper route, but he bumped into Lisa one time and she said it was great. Real respect, she said, wasn't in what he did, but that he was trying so hard and willing to do what it takes to get where he was going.

He did that for a little while, and then the young man who distributed the papers recommended Terence for a job at a paper recycling plant. It was gritty work, and at the end of every day Terence had ink stains all over his hands, but it paid reasonably well, and he was able to get a really small apartment of his own. It had cockroaches and the fridge was literally beside his small cot, but at least he could say he wasn't homeless anymore.

It was nine months after his conversation with Lisa that Terence had a chance to really talk to her again. Lisa had been out of town for a while, finishing her graduate degree in a university out of town, and had been gone for the last half year, so she didn't see his gradual change. He was now clean, with new clothes, and somewhat fit again from all the manual labor. When she first saw him, he was thin as a rail, had a scraggly beard, and smelled terrible. She didn't recognize Terence at all when he came up and spoke to her.

"Terence? Is that really you?" She said, and she hugged him. That hug, pressing her body against his, ignited in Terence a feeling of attraction. An attraction he had assumed was futile, though. He looked at her with new eyes, and saw her for the beautiful girl she was. She had wavy light brown hair, blue eyes, and the face of an angel. She didn't show off her body, wearing clothes that fill well but were never so tight as to inspire too much attention or lust. No man who really looked at her, though, would have missed that underneath her clothes was the body of a hot young woman. Her breasts weren't huge like a porn star, but they were a lot bigger than most women, making them hard to ignore.

Terence figured that a woman like that would never be interested in a guy that she knew was homeless not even a year ago.

She was, however, willing to be friends at first, and so she and Terence started hanging out. She would invite him along to when she and her friends went out to see a movie, or if they were going to have a picnic in the park. She had an active social life and was willing to include him. Her friends were all good natured church members who didn't seem to judge him, even though there was clearly a slightly different atmosphere about him.

It was only after one of her friends, a guy named Robert, told Terence that he should ask Lisa out that Terence even considered it. Robert said that Lisa talked about Terence all the time, how she was so impressed that he was working to make something of himself, and that she had such respect for that. It was obvious to Robert that she was interested. It was so outside of Terence's experience to think that a woman might like him for who he was inside and not for what he had accomplished, that he didn't even believe Robert when he heard it.

However, there was no denying that Terence was attracted to Lisa, so despite his disbelief, he really wanted to try. After he heard from Robert, he asked Lisa out that very night, and she agreed. They then started dating regularly.

They were chaste dates, very innocent, but that's exactly what Terence wanted. Terence had all sorts of complicated feelings about sex that left him without the confidence that he would be able to perform. He had too many hurtful memories and images in his brain. However, it turned out that Lisa planned to save herself for marriage, so she was actually happy that he was not interested in sex. She confided that even though many of the men she went out with either were abstinent themselves or respected her wishes, she could tell that ultimately they wanted to marry her so that they could have sex with her, as if it were the prize at the end of a long journey. She wanted to get married for other reasons, and sex was something she didn't want at the center of the relationship.

The two of them were brought together that much more with their shared attitude about sex, and their relationship deepened. People around them started talking like they might get married even before they did.

When they started talking about possibly getting married themselves, that's when Lisa dropped a bombshell that shook Terence to his core.

"Before we could get married," Lisa said one time as they were sitting on a park bench, "you would have to go face Todd."

"What? Why?" Terence blurted out.

"Because he still has power over you." Lisa continued. "You've come so far, and you're your own man now, but deep down, there's a part of you that still doesn't believe in yourself. Partly you're on the path you're on because you're still running from what he did to you. You need to look him in the eye and know in your heart that he can't hurt you anymore."

Terence looked down. He knew she was right, but just wasn't sure he was strong enough.

"It's not just for you," Lisa said. "It's for me. I need to know that you're not just agreeing to no sex with me because you're afraid of it because of him. I need to know it's because you respect me, and nothing to do with him. I also need to know that you want to marry me because it's the life you really want, not the life you think you can have because it's what he allows you to have."

"I love you!" Terence said frantically. "It's got nothing to do with anything else. You know what you mean to me, how I can only trust and love again because of you."

"I know," Lisa said calmly. "But you need to be a complete man, a man who isn't afraid of anyone, before you can really live up to those words. You know it. If you really do trust in God, then you know he'll be beside you the whole way. Todd can't do anything to you if you have God on your side."

Terence knew there was no way he could argue without revealing that his faith in God in this matter wasn't as strong as Lisa's. However, she was right. There was still a part of Terence that burned with rage and jealousy when it came to Todd, and he would need to extinguish that part before he could really claim his life was his own and not just a reaction to what happened before.

"What would I even say to him?" Terence asked.

"You would say the most strong thing you could say," Lisa said with a smile. "The thing that would show him you really are the stronger one now."

Weeks later they found themselves at the door to Todd's large mansion. There were expensive cars parked in the long driveway, there was a vast garden. It was palatial, well kept, and beautiful.

They were greeted at the door by Angela, who smiled a wide, delighted smile when she saw Terence. The last time Terence saw her, she was on her knees, lapping up cum from Todd's cock as the two of them laughed and indulged their sadism at having ruined Todd's life. Terence tensed up, but Lisa squeezed his hand as a gentle reminder that he was not alone, and didn't need to be afraid. Terence looked at Lisa with a moment of panic. By seeing Angela's face, he suddenly had this paranoid feeling that this time, maybe like last time, was some kind of set up. Maybe he would see Lisa laughing at him too, as some kind of horror unfolded.

However, Lisa had a look of firm determination just under a smile that was nothing except polite. Terence didn't feel at ease, but so far Lisa was still on his side, and he felt confident enough to keep going forward.

"Terence?" Angela said as if they were old friends and she hadn't tortured, betrayed, and ruined him merely for her own sexual gratification. Terence was struck by how these people could treat such evil behavior so casually. It made it that much more agonizing to see that they were so completely free of any hint of guilt or sympathy. "Todd said you were coming over and I didn't believe him." Angela looked at Lisa and looked her up and down. "Seems you've been doing well. That's great." Her tone was so sincere that it made it that much more frustrating for Terence. If there was even a hint of the evil that he knew was in her, he could say something back, something accusatory or cutting. However, since Angela was so oblivious, it only made it so that if Terence were to say anything, it would be him who looked confrontational.




Reunited Ch. 03



"... and, that's my problem," Doug groaned, taking another swig of his beer. "What do you think? I'm dead, right?"

"Let me see if I have this right," Charlie ventured, struggling to keep a straight face. "Becky just came out as some kind of kinky bisexual dominatrix with this old college girlfriend... a big breasted blonde slut who fucks and sucks like a porn star and even takes it up the ass. You get to fuck the girlfriend any time you want, any way you want as long as you're willing to suffer through watching the two of them have kinky lesbian sex. Right?"

Charlie burst out laughing. "Tell me again, Doug... What exactly is the PROBLEM here!?!?"

"Brunette," Doug muttered.

"What?"

"She's a brunette, not a blonde," Doug groaned.

"Oh," Charlie nodded sagely. "Well, in that case forget it. No, yeah, totally. Can't have that."

"You're a big help," Doug sighed, covering his face with his hands.

"Dude, you're life has just become a fucking porno," Charlie grinned. "You know what you need to do?"

"What?" Doug said, looking up.

"Get some of those little blue pills," Charlie grinned.

Doug groaned and buried his face in his hands again.

.....

Later, as Doug pulled into the garage, his mind was still reeling. It had been since the other night. He'd felt he and Becky had a good solid relationship. Things were going well for them. They were happy. Now suddenly, this Liz had appeared and everything had gotten very confusing, very fast. What was weird, Doug thought, was that while things were confusing, they weren't really bad. The crazy sex had been fun, but more than that, Becky seemed more confident, more affectionate, more... herself, Doug concluded. Since the reintroduction of Liz into Becky's life, Becky had become more like the woman he had fallen in love with. But if that was because of Liz...

Doug sighed, realizing he was still sitting in the car, in the garage, listening the engine cool down while his thoughts chased themselves in circles. Grabbing his briefcase, he dragged himself from the car and headed into the kitchen. 

Setting down his case, Doug reached into the fridge for a beer. It suddenly occurred to him that, in his distraction, he hadn't made his usual "Honey, I'm home" joke. Shaking his head, he drew a breath only to have it knocked back out of him.

"Oh fuck!" Becky's voice rang through the house. "Oh yes... yes Lizzie. Just like that..."

"Honey, I'm home," Doug bellowed, his voice louder than he had intended.

He heard Becky gasp, and a barely audible, "Crap!" 

Doug waited, his insides churning with emotions. He wasn't sure exactly what he was feeling, whether it was anger, jealousy, lust, or some heady combination of all of those and more. He felt like he was going to explode.

Becky appeared in the kitchen doorway. Her cheeks were flushed and she was panting, as if she had just run down the hall... after being interrupted on her way to orgasm. One hand held shut the button blouse she wore. Her long, creamy legs were bare, and Doug caught a flash of her neatly trimmed bush, framed between the tails of the blouse.

"Hi," Becky ventured timidly.

Doug felt a fiery whirlwind of emotion coalesce into a hot and powerful burning in his head. Slowly, he advanced on his wife.

"So," Doug said, his voice surprisingly calm to his own ears, "I take it Liz is here."

"Yeah. Yeah, she is," Becky said sharply, her back straightening. 

Becky's eyes suddenly blazed defiantly in the face of Doug's aggressive posture. Releasing her nervous grip on her blouse, she set her hands firmly on her hips. The power of the stance wasn't much diminished by the fact that, unchecked, her blouse now fell open, baring her pert breasts and neatly trimmed bush, but its effect on Doug was probably the opposite of what Becky intended.

"Becky," Doug said, feeling amazingly rational despite the raging emotions flooding through him, "if this is going to work, we need to talk about it, establish some guidelines we can all live by."

"Yeah?" Becky replied, still defiant but suddenly a little less sure of herself.

"Yeah," Doug said. Suddenly, he heard his voice change as the burning fire in his head migrated downward, "After..."

"After?" Becky queried.

Doug closed the distance between them in a lunge. Seizing his startled wife, he dragged her to him. Their mouths met with bruising force. Pinning Becky against the wall, Doug kissed her wildly. His body crushed against hers. His suddenly, painfully hard cock ground against her and he could feel her warm wetness pressed against him. Becky's body relaxed suddenly, yielding to him.

Panting, Doug broke the kiss an eternity later.

"After," he growled. "First I need to teach your little friend some manners... maybe I should do the same to you."

"Yes," Becky gasped. "Yes, I think you... Yeah, you should definitely do that."

Taking Becky by the arm, Doug led her down the hall into the bedroom.

Liz lay sprawled on the bed. On my bed, Doug thought, with another rush of intense feeling. The curvaceous brunette was naked. Her firm, round ass was red from what must have been one of Becky's spankings. As they entered, Liz curled catlike and sat up, arching her back to display her full round breasts and hard nipples. Doug felt himself ache with lust at the sight of her. For a moment he wanted nothing more than to push Liz down onto the bed and pound her while she screamed. 

Instead, Doug seized the collar of his wife's open blouse and roughly pulled it off her back. Becky yelped, but didn't resist. Firmly, he pushed his wife onto the bed. As Becky dropped next to her, Liz sat up a little straighter. The brunette's mouth opened in a surprised little 'O' but her bright blue eyes were unreadable.

"Liz, as I was telling my wife," Doug placed a heavy emphasis on the title, "we need to establish some guidelines about how this is going to work between us. Understand?"

Liz nodded and Doug was acutely aware of her breasts, rising and falling with her suddenly heavy breathing. Becky sat up next to her, her own smaller breasts heaving. 

"I can't hear you," Doug growled, looming over them.

"Yes sir," Liz replied without the slightest hint of pretension.

"Yes," Becky nodded, her voice level, "but I think we need a clear head to do that."

"Right," Doug agreed. His hands, driven by the fiery emotion inside, were already unbuckling his belt. "So we're going to talk after."

"After?" Liz somehow managed to sound meek and teasing at the same time.

"After," Doug repeated, pulling his belt off.

"Doug thinks we need to be taught some manners," Becky breathed, looking up at her husband. 

"Oh," Liz breathed. 

"That's right," Doug growled. "Now turn over."

"Yes sir," Liz gasped. Quickly she rolled over and lay on her belly, her firm, already reddened ass slightly raised. 

Doug felt his breath coming quickly as he looked at Liz's pale, round flesh and the slight peek of her wet pussy framed between her thighs. Again, he brutally crushed the desire to just jump on her and start pounding away. Instead, he slowly folded over his belt. Glancing over at Becky, he saw her wide eyes moving slowly between his face, the belt and her lover's ass. Becky's breath was coming in deep gasps, and her pert little nipples were hard as buds. 

"I said turn over," Doug said to her.

"What?" Becky's eyes grew even wider. 

"Now," Doug repeated. He was a little surprised to find that he didn't raise his voice or even put any threat into the word. It was simply a command, unquestionable and undeniable.

Becky's breath caught in her throat, but even as she stared, shocked, at her husband, she turned over. Still watching him, wide eyed, over her shoulder, Becky lay herself down next to Liz. The brunette lay her hand over Becky's and Doug saw the other woman smile reassuringly at his wife. He saw Becky smile back, at Liz and at him. Then Becky lifted her ass slightly, surrendering to him.

Doug felt a fierce and wild rush of tenderness toward his wife. A tenderness that, strangely, felt in no way incompatible with the burning core of wild passion inside him or doubled length of belt he lifted menacing over her offered ass. 

The belt made a loud crack as it smacked down against Becky's bare ass. Doug's blonde wife yelped and jumped a little as the blow landed. Reversing his swing, Doug brought the belt down against Liz's rounder backside. The brunette gasped with the blow. A second stinging blow drew a little cry from Becky. Liz simply exhaled sharply at her next blow. 

Doug's arm rose and fell, driven by the raw core of emotion inside him. His blows quickly found a rhythm, moving from Becky's narrow, toned buttocks to Liz's firm, rounded ass and back again. Becky continued to yelp and jump with each blow. Liz moaned and sighed, her ass rising at each pass, clearly eager for more.

Becky's latest cry was sharper than the one before. Nodding, Doug laid a single, furious, stinging blow across Liz's ass. The brunette gave a little gasping cry. It was time for something else, Doug thought, tossing the belt aside. Becky lay still, panting a little. Liz looked back over her shoulder at Doug, her unfathomable blue eyes studying him even as she panted with desire. He wasn't sure why, but he got the sense she too had heard the difference in Becky's cry and approved of his decision to stop.

"Now," Doug said firmly, unbuttoning his slacks, "I need a some attention." 

"Yes sir," Liz purred, curling slowly upward.

"Becky," Doug said, a little more softly. 

"Anything," Becky sighed, her face still half-pressed into  the mattress. "Anything you want."

Doug felt a surge of lust at his wife's words, but mastered himself once more.

"Suck me," Doug commanded, pulling down his slacks and briefs in a quick motion. Liz leaned forward, smiling. 

"Becky," Doug said firmly. Liz froze, looking up at him quizzically.

"Becky too," Doug clarified, with a smile.

His wife pulled herself up, rubbing her reddened ass slightly and smiling. Liz reached out, her fingers encircling Doug's hard shaft. Doug moaned as her warm fingers gripped him. Becky slid forward, sitting on the edge of the bed opposite Liz, with Doug's cock between them. The women smiled at each other, and Liz, her hand rubbing up and down Doug's shaft, turned it toward Becky. Doug's blonde wife laughed and lowered her head. Her tongue flicked out, fluttering over the tip, and Doug moaned. 

Slowly, Becky rolled her tongue over the head of Doug's cock, teasing and licking only the tip. Liz leaned in and her tongue slid along his shaft. Doug groaned at the feeling of two women licking his cock. The sight of their heads, blonde and brunette, together while their tongues slowly teased and tormented him was amazing. 

"Suck me," Doug groaned again, rocking his hips to thrust against his wife's teasing tongue. 

Becky moved back, laughing. Even as Doug snarled in frustrated lust, Liz's tongue slid up his shaft and her warm mouth enveloped him. Doug's snarl turned into a moan as Liz's dark head bobbed up and down on his length. Becky leaned forward again and Liz pulled her mouth off Doug with an audible pop. Becky's lips encircled Doug's cock and she slowly bobbed her head. Liz's tongue slid down his shaft and her warm mouth enfolded his balls. 

Doug groaned. His hips rocked, thrusting into his wife's mouth. Becky moved her head in time with his thrusts, then released him. Liz took him in her mouth again, swallowing him deeply. Doug shuddered as almost his entire length sank into Liz's throat. The brunette gagged slightly, but doggedly took him inside. 

"God, how do you do that," Becky moaned at the sight.

Slowly, Liz pulled her head back up, releasing Doug's shaft. 

"Practice," she said, pulling Becky's head over to Doug's shaft. 

Doug watched as his cock passed through his wife's lips. Liz rested her hand on Becky's neck, gently pushing her lower. Doug groaned as his lovely blonde wife attempted to swallow his shaft. Her mouth sank slowly deeper and Becky gagged, pulling back. She swallowed convulsively, struggling to catch her breath, and then Liz pushed her gently down again. This time Becky went deeper, gagging but holding on a moment longer. Doug moaned as his wife's mouth convulsed around his shaft. 

Quickly, Becky lifted her head, coughing. Wiping her mouth, she smiled up at her husband while Liz took her place. The busty brunette slowly and steadily swallowed Doug's cock to the root. Doug moaned as her lips encircled the base of his shaft. Mouth full, Liz's tongue slid out to tease Doug's balls.

"Bitch," Becky grinned, pinching Liz's nipple. The brunette jumped and coughed around Doug's member, lifting her head. 

Becky took her place, bobbing her head up and down rapidly. When she paused, Liz took over again. Doug groaned and closed his eyes while the two women took turns licking, sucking and swallowing his cock.

Finally, he felt the intensity of it growing beyond controlling. His hips rocked, unconsciously thrusting into the wet mouth surrounding him. The mouth, Becky's he realized, convulsed around his shaft and pulled back, coughing, even as he erupted. Cum sprayed from his cock, dripping down Becky's chin and breasts as Doug spasmed. 

As Doug moaned in release, Liz leaned in, taking him in her mouth and swallowing the last of his load. Then she turned to Becky and pushed her down onto the bed.

Sensuously, Liz kissed Becky's lips. Then, slowly, she licked the trails of semen from Becky's chin, smiling as she swallowed each sticky white drop. Carefully, she worked her way down toward Becky's breasts while her fingers slipped up and started to tease Doug's wife's pussy.

Doug sank down onto the bed and watched in fascination as Liz licked Becky clean. Her tongue slid lovingly over his wife's neck, chest and breasts. She carefully licked and sucked the white drops of cum off Becky's nipples, teasing them to hardness, while her fingers probed Becky's wet folds.

"Oh God yeah," Becky whispered, opening her legs and pressing her breast into Liz's mouth. "Do that... yes... do that."

Doug slid his hand across Becky's thigh. His fingers brushed against Liz's. The brunette smiled at him, her mouth still full of Becky's pert breast. Together their fingers stoked Becky's pussy.

"Oh wow," Becky moaned. "Yes... yes... touch me... oh god... yes... don't stop."

Liz's fingers danced rapidly over Becky's clit, while Doug pushed his inside her, steadily finger-fucking her pussy.

"Oh... oh..." Becky whimpered, her body arching under their combined touch. "Yes... I... yes... don't stop... don't... oh God... oooohhhh yes!"

Becky's body jumped and spasmed in orgasm. Panting and jerking, she collapsed limply onto the bed.

Quietly, Liz slid to her feet. Unashamedly naked, she padded silently from the room, pausing only to meet Doug's eyes for a second and smile.

Doug moved closer to Becky and his wife nestled into his arms. They lay together like that for a long time. 

"You guys have done stuff like that before," Doug said. It wasn't really a question.

Becky moaned, burying her face in her husband's chest. "Please don't hate me, Doug. I..." 

"Becky," Doug firmly overrode whatever she was going to say. "I love you. I've loved you for years... and this, all this... it's part of who you are. Even if I didn't know about it, it's still part of you and I love you. Weird, kinky, sexy you."

The words clearly surprised Becky. In the honest part of his heart, they surprised Doug. More so because he knew they were true.

Husband and wife look at each other for a long moment. Then they laughed.

"Hey," Becky smiled. "I'm not the only kinky one in this marriage, Mr. 'teach some manners.' Where did that come from?"

"I don't know," Doug said honestly. "I... it... just felt right. So I went with it. Was it... ok?"

"Well, my ass still stings," Becky replied smiling. "but yeah, it was... wow... just great."

"Ok," Doug smiled.

"Ok," Becky nodded, then drew a deep breath. "So..."

"So, let's figure out how to make this work," Doug said. "Now go tell Liz to stop flashing the neighbors, or whatever she's doing, and let's all figure this out together."



Reunited Ch. 03



Author Note: Wow, people do NOT like waiting! Sorry y'all, but I am a graduate student, so school comes first. I would absolutely love to spend all day writing and get paid for it, but I'm nowhere near practiced/talented enough for that. However! Don't fret too much.  I have several chapters finished and reread/edited for continuity (though I do make mistakes, so please forgive any glaring errors and feel free to call them to my attention so I can fix them), so I'll try to post and keep writing. Thanks for feedback! I'm touched people like/dislike enough to comment. 

*****

"Ellie Burns!" 

Ellie jumped when she heard someone shout her name, but she quickly regained her composure and kept her head down, refusing to turn toward the voice. How could someone have found her already? She had seen Alec come in that one night a month ago, but he hadn't recognized her and she hadn't seen him since, though Carrie had seen him a few times and had often spoken of the tall, handsome stranger wistfully. Though the voice did sound familiar, Ellie could tell it wasn't Alec's. She knew she'd recognize his voice anywhere. 

Since it was nearing midnight, the bar was packed. Maybe there was another Ellie in the room and the person hadn't meant her. Though nobody here knew she was Ellie Burns. They all thought she was Ellie Brown. She'd been allowed to keep her first name, but the official had helped her pick a common enough last name so that she could blend into the large city. 

Of course, Ellie had never considered that she could run into an old acquaintance so far from her former home. She'd looked up the last known address of every friend she could remember, checking online for those with whom she had lost contact. None had lived in close proximity to the city and Ellie had believed she'd be safe.

She had forgotten—or had blocked from her memory—the fact that Alec had told her how he wanted to move there after school. That hadn't happened, and the last time she'd heard from him he'd been hundreds of miles away from his dream destination. She hadn't even considered looking him up; after all, they'd lost touch a few years prior to her move. 

Either way, he hadn't recognized her that first night, so what did it matter that he was in the same city now? Diligently, she continued to wait on the tables in her section. This time, she managed not to react when the voice called her name again.

"Hey Ellie!"

The voice was closer. Somehow somebody had figured out who she really was. The customers were staring at her; they knew that the man was calling after her. No longer able to ignore him, she turned around.

*****

Alec looked on as Jake called Ellie's name, so he saw the girl jump. She didn't turn though. Could it really be the same Ellie they'd known in college? He remembered how he had originally wanted to stay in touch with her after graduating. In fact, he'd tried again about a year ago, but hadn't been able to find her. Even her best friends from college no longer had an address or valid phone number. In the end, he had given up on finding her, but she had often crossed his mind over the years.

"I don't know if that's her," he said to Jake.

"Didn't you see her jump? That's got to be her. Let's get closer."

They stood up and approached the waitress. 

"Hey Ellie!" Jake called again.

This time, as they approached, she slowly turned around. 

"It is her," Alec breathed. 

She met his eyes and her face froze. Then she looked over at Jacob. 

"I'm not sure who you think you've found, but I'm not her," her voice was strained. 

Alec looked at Jake, who appeared shocked. 

"Sorry, miss. I guess you just look familiar..." Jake's voice trailed off as the woman abruptly turned and walked away. She went behind the bar and through the employee doors, never once looking back. 

"Jake...that was her. I know it was."

"I agree. Did you see how scared she looked when she recognized us?"

"Yeah but she just shut down. Something's going on here."

"Wanna ask the other bartenders?"

Nodding, Alec led the way over to the bar, where they waited to catch the attention of the bargirls. After a couple minutes, a new girl walked out of the employee doors and, catching sight of the waiting men, walked over to them.

"Hey there, gentlemen. How can I help you tonight?"

"We're looking for Ellie Burns. She works here."

"I'm sorry. I don't know an Ellie Burns. We have an Ellie Brown who works here though. Are you sure you've got the last name right?"

"Is Ms. Brown a little shorter than you, thin, with wavy brown hair?"

"Yes she is. I'll go get her for you." The girl smiled and walked through the doors to the back again. 

As Jake and Alec waited, each was thinking about how strange this whole night had suddenly become. 

"I can't believe it wouldn't be her. Someone who looks and sounds like Ellie, with the same first name and a different last name and claiming not to be her. It makes no sense," said Jake. 

"Maybe she got married? Then she'd have a different last name."

"She wasn't wearing a ring. Plus that still doesn't explain why she would claim to not recognize or know us. This whole scenario is off somehow."

Alec merely nodded his assent. His thoughts were flying through his head so quickly that he was uncertain he could voice them. 

The waitress returned, but instead of bringing Ellie with her, she brought a different young lady, one Alec recognized from his first night here. A flirt, if he recalled correctly. Flirting was the last thing on his mind at the moment though. Imagine that. Ellie Burns ending up in the same city as me.

"Hi there boys, I'm Carrie. I know you're looking for Ellie, but she just left. She told me she wasn't feeling well. The poor dear was pale as a sheet and shaking. She worked a double today because one of the other gals called in. But you could try again the day after tomorrow. She works the day shift."

"We're friends of Ellie's from college," said Jake. "Is there any way you'd be willing to tell us her address? We could check on her and make sure she's alright."

Carrie pursed her lips as she contemplated the request. "I'm sorry, gentlemen, but without Ellie's consent, I don't feel comfortable giving out her personal information. Better safe than sorry, right?"

"Of course," said Alec. "We wouldn't want you to go around giving her address to every man who asked for it." He tried to smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. He understood the woman's reluctance, but he could not abide such a mystery. "Is there any way we could get her phone number? We'll just call and check on her. That's it."

Carrie was willing to comply with this appeal. She wrote down the number for the men on a napkin. "You boys seem trustworthy. Check up on her. Maybe she'll be willing to give you her address." She smiled and wished them a good evening. 

Alec and Jake thanked her and took their leave of the bar. 

"Do you think she'll speak to us?"

"I don't know about that, but I do know that I want to figure this out. As soon as possible."

*****

"Good evening, this is Kristin Miller. How may I help you?"

"Kristin, it's Ellie. Someone here knows who I am. Can you help me? I'm so sorry. Some friends from college came in the bar and recognized me. I tried to tell them that they had the wrong girl, but I could tell they remembered me."

"It's alright. Calm down. These things happen. Give me a minute to search for a suitable back-up apartment."

Ellie could hear the woman typing in the background, so she remained silent, trying to calm herself. Everything had been going so well. Why did he have to show up and ruin it?

"Ok, Ellie?"

"Yes."

"I found an apartment building where we know the landlord. We'll arrange everything tonight, and you can move in tomorrow afternoon, ok?"

"Yes. I really am sorry. I know it's a hassle for you guys. I thought I'd be safe in such a large city, you know? What are the odds of someone from my past coming here?"

"Maybe it's not such a bad thing. You'll have to find a new job though."

"I know. May I still work as a bartender?"

"I don't see why not. Is there any chance your old friends talk to Rob?"

"Oh no. I don't think they know anything about him."

"Then I think you should be fine. Here's the address of the new apartment." She read it off. Ellie knew the area and felt relieved. It would be sufficiently far from the bar. 

"Will you need help moving?"

"No. I didn't bring very many large things out here and I kept my boxes from the first move. Thanks though."

"You are very welcome, Ms. Brown. Feel free to give me a call if you run in to any problems."

"I will. Thanks again. Good bye."

As she hung up the phone, Ellie sighed. She had so much to do. Damn Alexander Reynolds for showing up here and recognizing her. She had felt safe in his previous ignorance. It had seemed like many years had passed. But it had really only been what? Maybe five years. So very much had happened since then. 

She began packing in the bathroom, grabbing everything and throwing it into a box. Looking up, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. "I don't even remember who I am anymore," she said aloud. 

After leaving, she'd come to the city, dropped about twenty to thirty pounds, grown her hair out, dyed it darker, and traded her glasses for contacts and make up. She'd trusted in the metamorphosis to keep her hidden, but apparently it hadn't been enough. 

Nothing is ever enough. She banished that thought quickly. She would be safe again soon. Just stay strong, Ellie, she told herself. 

She gazed at her reflection now, reminiscing about how, as a teenager, she had hated her curves. How she missed them now. It had taken some serious willpower to give up all sweets and to enhance the intensity of her work outs. She'd allowed herself two months to complete the change and during that time she'd gone from an average sized, almost curvy girl to a stick-thin one. It had taken her only a few days to realize that she hated the change, missed how she'd previously been able to fill out her clothing, and craved chocolate, but she couldn't allow herself to look like Ellie Burns. 

During those couple months, she'd also finally mastered eye makeup—an art that had eluded her for years—and had vowed to never wear her glasses in public again. The last step had been to stop cutting her hair and start dying it and presto! She was a brand new woman. 

Ellie knew that the changes had also made her feel caged and far more anxious than her former care-free self. She longed to go back to the girl she had been, to leave this intimidated weakling behind and return to a time when she had been happy...or at least had believed herself to be happy. She hated the feeling of apprehension, but that was what she felt most often these days. 

The fear that she'd felt as she'd realized that Jake and Alec knew exactly who she was...well, that was intolerable. Jake had been one of her closest friends once, and Alec—"Oh, Alec," she sighed. Alec had been the man about whom she fantasized, the one she loved. And the one who hadn't returned her feelings in the end. Of all the people to find her, Alec would have been the least expected. 

She moved to her bedroom, packing her clothing, extra bedding, and impersonal knick-knacks that she used to decorate the place. She'd put all of her scrapbooks, decorations, and other personal items into storage after moving out here, but the place had looked so empty that she'd purchased some items just so that she wouldn't feel quite as isolated.

Thank goodness I didn't buy very many things. Now I have less to move. She knew her fatalistic viewpoint was wrong, that she should work on being content no matter what her situation, but currently, the only thought on her mind was escape. She knew that given time, two handsome men could wheedle her personal information out of Carrie; her friend truly was a sucker for men. The thought of her friend batting her eyelashes at Alec and Jake brought a much-needed smile to her face. 



Reunited Ch. 03



"We're here to see Todd," Lisa said, politely, but firmly. She kept things down to business on behalf of Terence, sympathetic to the fact that he had a lump in his throat from the tension of walking straight into the center of hell.

"Of course, come in!" Angela said and opened the door wide. As Terence and Lisa stepped in, Terence had a moment to look at Angela. She was still drop dead gorgeous, and a few years had done nothing to change it. If anything, one could see how money and good living had improved her. Her clothes were perfectly tailored, she was fit, her hair was in beautiful condition. Her eyes twinkled and her smile beamed. She led them down a hallway.

As they walked down the hall and the moment of seeing Todd was upon him, Terence expected something horrible to happen as soon as Todd was revealed. Something like Todd in the process of fucking some woman that Terence would be shocked to see. Or that Lisa would walk over and immediately start sucking Todd's cock. Terence braced for some kind of shock which never came. When they turned the last corner and saw where Todd was, Terence saw a scene he never would have imagined.

They came to the back of the house where it looked like some kind of garden party was underway. Terence was shocked and confused. He had expected for Todd's house to be this hive of sin, perhaps with orgies or torture racks or something. However, here in front of him was what might be a family reunion, with a range of people from kids up to grandparents, and friends of the family, all laughing and playing like they were the model group of friends and family. The children laughed and played, the adults talked and smiled. Everyone looked bright and cheerful. Terence hated them all the more for having a full and beautiful life that was fulfilling and complete, and about much more than just sex. If it were just sex, he could look down on them in some way. The way it looked, though, it was the kind of life everyone wanted.

"Wait here," Angela said, as she left Terence and Lisa standing beside the glass doors to the garden. She walked up to Todd, who was holding up a young child, about four or five years old, and laughing and playing with him. Beside him was Amy, wearing a sun dress, and looking positively radiant. Her dress was not intentionally sexy, but there was no denying her gorgeous body underneath the thin fabric. Angela came up to Todd and pointed back to Terence and Lisa as she told Todd of their presence. Todd put down the child who immediately went to Amy's side. Amy, Todd and Angela looked over to Terence, then back to themselves. Todd said something and all three laughed. Then Amy began playing with the child, Angela walked over to some other people and joined in a fun conversation, and Todd walked up to Terence.

As Todd walked up, Terence surveyed the crowd. He thought he saw Jeff, Taylor, Vicky and Kate in the crowd. They all looked healthy and happy. Terence wondered who all these people were. Did they know what kind of monster Todd was? Did they condone it? Was it a secret? Some must know, but it was hard to envision how it all worked out. All Terence knew was that somehow Todd had managed to balance everything so that he had it all. Terence hated that Todd's relationship with Amy and their child seemed to be both a positive, nurturing environment, and yet also allowed Todd to continue his evil ways.

"Hello, Terence." Todd said simply extending his hand. Terence didn't hold his hand out, so Todd simply put his down, and looked at Lisa. He didn't hide at all the fact that he stared directly at her chest, assessing the size of her massive tits underneath her plain white buttoned up blouse. "Come this way," Todd said, completely undisturbed at Terence's snubbing of his hand shake. He led them back into the house and up some stairs into a den with a window that over looked the garden party below. Todd walked over to beside the window, then casually turned around. "So, Terence, have you brought your wife to me this time? Have you finally accepted your place in the world?"

Lisa's jaw dropped. She had never before encountered such smug arrogance. Todd looked like he wasn't even joking. He looked as though Terence might seriously be bringing her here to be fucked by Todd.

"Fu..." Terence began, but then mindful of Lisa, he didn't want to be reduced to vulgarities. "No, not at all. I just came here to get some closure."

Todd laughed as if he had just heard a good joke.

"Terence," Todd said, with a tone as if he were sympathetic with Terence for making mistakes that Terence didn't understand, "you don't get to have closure unless I decide it. I can see that you've been building yourself up again. You've got a very attractive wife again. That's good for you. But don't think for a second that you are free from what I decide for you."

Terence balled up his hands into fists. Lisa could see Terence losing control, so she stood closer to him and put one hand on his back for comfort.

"If I want to fuck your wife, I will," Todd continued. "If I want to torture you, I will. I think you're wife is already thinking about fucking me. She's looking at my cock right now and wondering how it could be so powerful."

Terence quickly looked at Lisa to see if that was true. Lisa immediately looked up at Terence and said, "I was not!" She said it as much to Todd as to Terence.

"It's okay, Lisa," Todd said. "Some women are scared at first, but they can't help it. You can sense how other women have become a slave to my cock, and you can't help but wonder what it is they're getting that you're not."

"It's not true!" Lisa said, getting completely flustered. Terence could see that Lisa was losing control and Todd was beginning to dominate the interaction, so he decided to interrupt.

"Todd, you don't have power over me anymore," Terence said. "I have found a higher power. One you could never compete with."

"Oh, you've found religion," Todd said as if it were only as meaningful as someone taking up golf. "That's nice. I wonder how your religion can explain how my life is so great compared to yours."

"Your life is hollow," Terence said.

"Really?" Todd asked. "Look out there. Does that look like a shallow life? Many of those people I met at our church. Does that surprise you Lisa? You should come and see God's real plan, not suffer alongside people like Terence."

"Shut up!" Terence said, raising his voice. Then he regained his composure. He looked at Lisa who looked completely at a loss for how to react. "All that, that party down there, it's all just a show. There's no way you can be doing what you're doing and be truly happy. All the lies and cheating will come back and ruin you."

For an answer, Todd looked out and scanned the party, and then when he found what he was looking for, he pointed down in the direction of Angela.

"See that guy standing beside Angela, with his arm around her?" Todd asked, looking out the window. Terence leaned just a little toward the window so he could see a reasonably good looking man, with dusty brown hair beside Angela. The way he was standing, he wanted to be closer to her, but was being a little restrained, like someone on a first date, not sure how familiar they can be. "He and Angela have been dating a while, and he loves her deeply. He's got a poetic streak and likes to write her long love letters. We fuck while she reads them to me. He's actually pretty good. He really conveys he sincere love really well. We're hoping he'll propose to her, because we thought of this great way we can set it up so that he'll be holding the ring in his hand while I'll spray cum all over his face."

Lisa's eyes widened, and she looked back and forth between Terence and Todd. She was in complete shock.

"Does it surprise you that I can talk about such things in such a casual way while living such a happy life otherwise?" Todd continued. "What you don't get is that people like me live by different rules than people like you. You can't see how it all works because it is outside your imagination. You tell yourselves tales of morality to make yourselves feel better about the lives you have, because you can't have the life that I have."

Todd paused, and looked directly at Lisa.

"Well, Terence can't have this life," Todd said, "but you, Lisa, can be a part of it. Why don't you let me show you?"

Terence looked at Lisa hoping for a quick and immediate "no", but she looked confused, as if his words were getting to her. Terence nudged her to shake her back to reality, and she looked to Terence as if coming out of a dream.

"No," Lisa said, a little weakly. Then, building her resolve as she spoke, she went on. "Sex is something that has twisted you up so much you don't even see the evil of your ways. I'm just not interested in what you offer."

"You don't know that," Todd said. "Unless you've tried."

"That's ridiculous," Lisa said. "Those are just words to try and trick me into bed with you."

"Of course they are," Todd said. "But it remains so. It's just like why Terence is here to face me. He's actually here, doing it, confronting what he is afraid of. But you, you have never been fucked by me. You have no idea what it is that makes all the other women bow down before me. I offer you this deal. Let me fuck you once..."

"No!" Terence interrupted. "Shut up! No way!"

"It's okay," Lisa said calmly. "He has no power over me, Terence." Terence calmed a bit and Todd continued.

"If you let me fuck you once," Todd said, "and you can walk away, back to Terence, then not only will I let Terence live out the rest of his life in peace without me stealing his women, but in fact I will shake his hand, admit that he has finally won, and even transfer some money back to pay back some of what he lost when I destroyed all his investments."

"If you honestly think that Terence would let me sleep with you just to win some money, like it were a bet..." Lisa said, but she stopped, because she looked at Terence who was biting his lip and thinking. "Terence? You can't honestly be considering that?"

"Ah," Todd said, as if he knew everything. "You have it wrong, Lisa. It's not the money that Terence cares about. There's nothing he would like more than for me to concede defeat to him."

"You're just lying anyway," Terence said. "Just like you made me... you make me do things and then you go ahead and do what you wanted all along anyway."

Lisa looked shocked. She couldn't believe that Terence was arguing not about the idea itself, but whether or not it could be done.

"Think about it," Todd said. "This time, I couldn't change things. If she wanted to be with you after being with me, then that itself is the indication that you have won. Neither of us care about the money, so I would just do it precisely because it wouldn't matter to you. If you won, it's precisely because I couldn't take anything from you, no matter what I lied about."

Terence furrowed his brow tightly as he struggled with what to do. He knew he didn't want to let Lisa sleep with Todd, but he wasn't sure if it was because he didn't want to play Todd's games, or because he was scared he would lose that bet. Lisa looked dumbfounded. She was about to make her own objections when Terence cut her off by speaking first.

"No," Terence said. "No games, no manipulations, no lies, no more of any of it. I came here to say one thing, and I'm going to say it, and then we're going to leave." Lisa looked relieved, and strengthened, and looked at Todd, standing firmly by Terence's side.

"Todd," Terence said, "I forgive you."

Todd burst out laughing. However, Terence and Lisa didn't falter. They stood strong, knowing that the Lord of Lies would behave in any way possible to eat at their resolve.

"Sorry," Todd said, trying to calm himself. "That's very big of you Terence. I guess you really have moved on."

Terence and Lisa looked at each other, and they both knew that they had got what they came for, and they needed to get out. Somehow, the place felt more dangerous somehow, as if they had suddenly revealed themselves to be missionaries right in the middle of hell itself. When they came in, they were tangled in the world of evil, lustful games. Now they were of a different world, they didn't belong here, and they needed to leave.

"Thank you Todd," Terence said, as if he were reading quickly from a script. "We'll be on our way now. I don't expect we'll have any need to speak to each other again, so best of luck and goodbye. We'll see ourselves out."

Terence and Lisa turned to rush as Todd watched them, very much amused. Just as they were stepping out the door, Todd spoke.

"Lisa," Todd said. Lisa stopped for a moment. Terence stepped ahead, and didn't realize Lisa had paused, otherwise he might have stopped her from hearing any more. "When you admit you need to know, you can come to me any time."

Lisa froze, not sure if she should react with words or not, and Terence grabbed her as they rushed out. They didn't look back or see anyone as they hurriedly walked to the front doors, down the steps, got into their hatchback car, and drove off.

They were dazed and didn't speak until they felt safe by being clear of the expensive houses and in an area of town a little more in their social class.

"I..." Terence said cautiously,. "I'm sorry, Lisa. I was tempted. I have to admit, I felt the sin of pride in me when I thought for a moment that there was a way to make him tell me I had won. Of course, I would never let him have his way with you, that wasn't even an option. I just... fantasized a moment. That's all."

"It's okay," Lisa said. "It's not the temptation that's the sin, it's giving in. If we were never tempted, we would never have the chance to prove ourselves by resisting."

"Thank you Lisa," Terence said.

"I..." Lisa said, just as cautiously, "I was tempted too."

"What?" Terence almost swerved off the road he was so surprised.

"No! Terence! No!" Lisa hurriedly explained. "Of course I don't want to sleep with that awful man! I just mean, I wanted to prove to you, and to myself, that I am genuinely bound to you and not him. His words where he said that I wasn't as strong as I claimed to be because I didn't really know... that... bothered me. That's all."

"Lisa," Terence said, "Please, tell me in no uncertain terms that you do not want to have sex with him."

"Terence," Lisa said slowly, "I do not want to have sex with that man."

Terence calmed down. He felt his adrenaline running, and thought that this was no time to be really analyzing the situation. She said what he wanted to hear, and given all the tension and meaning behind what they had just done, he should be happy with that.

They drove a little way in silence. Then Terence noticed that Lisa was crying.

"What's the matter?" Terence asked with deep sympathy. "Dear? What's wrong?" He put a hand reassuringly on her thigh and tried to look at her without taking his eyes off the road too long.

"I," Lisa started, and then reconsidered. "I'm just overwhelmed. You told me what you went through, but I've never felt anything like being there in that room with such... a man who was so... evil. I think I'm a little overwhelmed."

Terence thought for a moment about how the things that happened between him and Todd were extreme, and a person like Lisa, who had grown up surrounded by loving people and safe environments, could only be shaken to her core by being exposed to such intense evil. Terence nodded sympathetically.

"Is there anything I can do?" Terence asked.

"I think I need to be away from you for a bit," Lisa said. "I love you, but, you come from a past that is more than I expected, and a part of me is frightened by it. I need to calm down."

"Oh," Terence said, obviously disappointed. He had hoped that in this time of drama, she would want to console herself by being with him. At the same time, it didn't surprise him. "Where will you go?"

"I think maybe I'll go talk to the pastor," Lisa said. "I'm not sure. I need to come to terms with all this."

"Okay, but," Terence said, "please do me one favor and don't tell the pastor or anyone the details of what Todd did to me. I don't want everyone to know. It's too embarrassing."

"I won't," Lisa said. "Don't worry. Your secrets are safe with me. I just need time to process it all."

"Okay," Terence said, reluctantly.

They stopped at Terence's apartment, where Terence got out and Lisa then took her car and drove off. Terence went inside and sat for a while on his tiny cot for a bed. The contrast between where he lived and where Todd lived really struck him. On the one hand, it bothered him. On the other hand, he really did feel like he had been through something and that this room represented him hiding away from his past. Now that he had confronted that fear, he felt he deserved better again. He would rise up and take his own life back.

He vowed that when he saw Lisa again, he would ask her to marry him, and that would be the first step in renewing his life.

The idea energized him, and as time passed, he found it harder and harder to wait. So he called Lisa, because he became determined that he had to propose that night. She wasn't answering her phone, though.

Perhaps it was just the proximity in time to having seen Todd, but Terence began to get extremely worried. He called again and again. The more she didn't answer, the more panicked he became.

As the time went late into the evening, he resolved that he would have to find her. He decided to go straight to her house. He had to catch the bus, which took forever to arrive. Then it moved agonizingly slowly through the city. Finally, he reached Lisa's house, where she still lived with her parents.

The lights were on, but it was close to bed time. Terence came up and banged on the door. Her parents would just have to deal with it.

Lisa's father answered the door, with Lisa's mother in the background looking concerned.

"Terence?" Lisa's father asked when he opened the door. He was still a little stern, but less so now that he saw it was someone he knew. "What on Earth are you doing here this time of night?"

"Is Lisa here?" Terence asked. Lisa's parents looked at each other confused, and Terence felt his heart sink.

"It's okay, dad," Lisa said, coming down the stairs. She was in a bathrobe, looking like she had just showered and was heading to bed. Terence let out a huge sigh of relief.

Lisa's parents left to go to their bedroom, and Lisa and Terence spoke in the living room on the couch.

"I tried calling you, where were you?" Terence asked.

"I turned off my phone, I'm sorry." Lisa said, looking down. Terence tried to hold her chin to get her to look up, and that's when he saw her eyes closely and noticed they were red and puffy, as if she had done a lot of crying.

"I'm sorry to have put you through that this afternoon," Terence said. Lisa began to cry more. "But, I think we really did cross over something today. I feel like a new man. Don't you feel different?" Lisa began to cry much more at that statement.

"Yes," Lisa said, "things are different now."

"Exactly," Terence said, and he slipped down off the couch and got on one knee. "I'm sorry I don't have a ring for you right now, but I think now is the time. You've helped me move on from the past, and I want to go into the future with you. Please, Lisa, will you marry me?"

Lisa burst out crying, but it wasn't tears of joy. She seemed to be torn up with all sorts of feelings. Terence wanted to ask what was wrong, but he didn't want to ruin the moment of having asked the question. It took a long time, and Lisa's facial expression changed many times, as if with any one of them she might have given a different answer. Then she looked down and seemed to focus, to find some resolve.




Reunited Ch. 03



"Yes," Lisa said at last.

Terence whooped with joy and Lisa's parents came down to see what the fuss was about. Terence excitedly told them, and they hugged and congratulated the both of them. There were phone calls and impromptu drinks of celebration.

The next few months as they planned the wedding weren't quite as joyful as Terence would have hoped. He always imagined that once they had committed to marriage, that they would be certain of their future. However, for the month, Lisa seemed to be wavering a lot. She sometimes cried, sometimes seem to be forcing her happiness for Terence's sake. Terence hated Todd for having introduced a certain negativity into his life again, exposing Lisa to a level of evil that seemed to have really shaken her to her core. This time, however, his hatred of Todd was different than other times. This time, he felt Todd was an outside problem, that could be isolated, identified, and overcome. Todd hadn't corrupted Terence's relationship, he was an enemy that they could rally to defeat.

Slowly, Lisa seemed to put her issues behind her and come to share the same joy as Terence. She not only got back to being the ray of sunshine she was before meeting Todd, she seemed more at ease, more confident with herself. Terence noticed that all the other men around also picked up on her new confidence, and seemed to swarm around her a little more. Terence couldn't help but feel a little pride, being with the woman that all the other guys wanted. However, he was all too aware of the folly of that kind of thinking, so he tried to put it aside, and focus on what was good about Lisa, not to appreciate what was attractive about her in the eyes of others.

The wedding was one of the happiest days of Terence's life. Committing himself completely to Lisa made him feel free at last. Free of everything that had ever hurt him in his past.

The only blemish on an otherwise perfect day was the wedding night. They had got an apartment together, bigger than Terence could afford on his own, and lined it up so they would move in on their wedding night. That all went fine, but when it came time to be in the bedroom and consummate their relationship, Lisa said the sex was hurting her, and they had to quickly stop. Terence had never slept with a virgin before, so he figured that it was probably natural that the first time wouldn't go smoothly.

They were able to have sex in the days and weeks following, and Lisa was eventually able to have sex with Terence. She never climaxed, and sometimes she cried afterward. Terence figured that having sex was a whole new area in her life, and adjusting would naturally be a little emotional, so he didn't think it was cause for too much concern. Lisa also emphasized that she didn't marry for sex, that sex wasn't that important to her, and she was happy with Terence in every other part of their lives together.

Terence wanted to make sex something they enjoyed together, so he hoped that eventually she would come to enjoy it. Now that he was no longer avoiding sex because of Todd, he wanted to have every part of his life back.

For four months after they got married, they were happy together in every way except the bedroom. Terence could see how people at the church would look at him and Lisa together and he would feel that for the first time in a long time he was really on his way up. He didn't have a great job, but he had a great wife. She was the kind of woman every guy would want to marry. She was supportive and comforting, making Terence feel like he had potential. Every time he looked at her, whether she was smiling at him, or in the middle of a group and the center of attention, Terence was motivated to become the man that would deserve a woman like her.

The sex didn't really improve, though both of their attitudes toward it seemed to be improving. Terence kept wanting to try, and although often Lisa said it made her sore and had to stop, she was trying. She kept saying that she wanted as much as Terence did for the sex to work between them, that she wanted a full relationship in every way. Sometimes she even said she needed for Terence to keep trying.

Terence felt like there was nothing but blue skies ahead of him. He had set out to change his life, and he had.

The change came on a day that Terence couldn't have imagined anything would happen. It was just a day like any other day. Terence came back from a shift at the recycling plant. For months there had been no sign that anything was amiss. He was content and completely free of worries. He was even whistling as he walked up the stairs to his apartment.

As he came up the stairs, he heard an intense banging. He wondered where it was coming from. When he reached his apartment door, he realized it was coming from inside his apartment. He heard what might be yelling or screaming. He was so confused, he couldn't understand what could possibly be happening. He opened the door, and as he did, he could clearly hear Lisa.

"Oh yes!" Lisa screamed. "Fuck me like a man! Fuck me like he can't! Fuck me like I deserve!"

Terence froze. 'Oh no' he thought. He was incapable of thinking more. Just 'oh no'. He felt his stomach fall. For a moment, a brief moment, even though he couldn't deny that Lisa was fucking someone else, he prayed, he hoped, he needed for it to be someone other than who he feared it would be. 'Anyone,' Terence thought, 'Please dear God in heaven, anyone in the world but...'

"Oh, you think you deserve my perfect cock?" Terence heard Todd teasing Lisa. "Why is that, bitch?"

Terence felt a feeling inside him that he could only describe as having his soul leave his body. He honestly felt like he might not survive confirming by sight what he could already hear was true. It wasn't a large apartment, so it was a very short walk to the bedroom door. Terence walked slowly though, listening to Todd and Lisa as he approached, their words cutting into his razor blades. Not because of what they were saying, but because of how Lisa sounded so wild, so happy, so horny. In other words so completely unlike how she was with Terence.

"Because I'm fucking hot! Because I have big tits!" Lisa screamed. "Because I suck cock like a goddess!"

"Now, aren't you full of yourself?" Todd laughed. "My cock has changed you, hasn't it? So what are you doing with a loser like Terence?"

"Fuck Terence!" Lisa screamed. "I deserve better! I need a man's cock! I'm wasted on him!"

Terence reached the bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. He peeked in. Todd was on top of Lisa fucking her so hard that the whole bed shook like it might break, and the headboard slammed against the wall so hard it seemed like it might punch through. Lisa's tits bounced back and forth so hard they were almost hitting her face.

"Answer me, bitch!" Todd commanded, though he still sounded amused. "What are you doing with that little loser?"

"I don't know!" Lisa cried. "I don't know, master! Tell me to leave him and I will!"

"Soon, bitch, soon," Todd said, and then he laughed.

She squeezed her legs around Todd's waist and tightened so that he would be in deeper. 

"FUCK YES!" Lisa screamed "Your cock! YOUR COCK! I LOOOOOVE YOOOOUUUR COOOOOOCK!"

Terence stood at the doorway to the bedroom in shock. Lisa was not only being fucked by Todd, but she was loving it in a way that was completely opposite to everything she had said about sex. She was begging for more, screaming out of control, thrashing in pleasure. Todd watched Todd grabbing and kneading her huge tits like Terence longed to do. She was covered in Todd's cum, indicating they had been fucking for a long time before Terence found them. Terence could smell nothing but Todd's semen, as if it were right under his nose.

Terence didn't know what to do. The whole situation was so unexpected. He thought he might be in a dream, it was just too unreal. Lisa looked so erotic, so given to being fucked, so wanton. Terence longed to see her like that, and even now, watching his worst enemy fuck her like he fantasized about, he was turned on by the site of her. That confused Terence to his core, because at the same time, seeing Todd filled him with a rage he had not felt since that year Terence spent being homeless because of Todd. 

Suddenly, it struck Terence what he should do. This time, there were none of Todd's friends around. There were no body guards or security. Terence looked around to confirm he really was alone, that there was no one about to suddenly jump him. Terence felt a little glee thinking that Todd had been too confident this time. Finally, Terence could have his revenge!

Terence burst into the room, to charge Todd. One step into the room, though, he lost his footing as he slipped on something on the hardwood floor. It was a puddle of Todd's cum, with just a little of Todd's piss to keep it liquid. Terence fell forward and hit his face against the corner of the bed frame. He was disoriented for a minute, but heard Todd laughing as suddenly a bed sheet fell on top of him. Blinded, Terence tried to turn around, but that only wrapped the bed sheet around him more. Then he felt the first of many of blows from Todd's fists. Terence flailed around to try and strike back, but with every missed punch, Todd just laughed at him.

Terence fell completely to the floor, face down, and Todd stomped on him a bit with his feet.

"Stop, please!" Lisa pleaded. "You promised you wouldn't beat him too badly. He's not as strong as you!"

Terence felt a huge weight as Todd pressed down on Terence with the whole weight of his body. Terence was trapped in an awkward position beside the bed so he couldn't move.

"Give me that lamp," Todd commanded. Terence heard some shuffling, and what sounded like Todd breaking something. Then he felt his hands being tied behind his back with electrical cord. There was more similar noises, and Terence heard the second lamp being broken before his feet were similarly bound with more electrical cord.

Still with the Blanket over his head, Todd picked him up and commanded "Move!"

Terence had to hop, and he didn't know where he was going, but he was pushed along by Todd, who partly carried him. Then Terence felt himself being put down in the kitchen, into one of the two kitchen chairs.

Todd took the blanket off Terence's head and the first thing Terence saw was Lisa standing in front of him. She was completely naked, covered top to bottom in little streams of Todd's cum, and with a guilty look on her face.

"I'm sorry Terence. You must have heard... I just say those things because he likes it." Lisa Said, covering her massive tits with her arms which only squeezed them and emphasized their size that much more. When she did so, streams of Todd's cum oozed down into her cleavage and off the sides.

Todd was using some duck tape he pulled out of a kitchen drawer to secure Terence to the back of the chair, and to secure his legs to the legs of the chair.

"I wonder," Todd said, "If she's lying to me about those things she said, or lying to you about not meaning it. Did it look like she was lying when I was fucking her, Terence?"

"Lisa," Terence said, choosing to ignore Terence, "what has he done to you? We can get out of this! I know you would never do this!"

"Terence seems to be confused, Lisa," Todd said as he worked. "I think it would be better if he heard an explanation from you." Lisa bit her lip and looked at Terence with guilt.

"This has been a long time coming," Lisa said. "I didn't want to do it, but I knew eventually Todd would want to."

"What?" Terence said, completely shocked. "You've been seeing Todd since before today?"

"The truth is that I went back to see Todd that very day we met him," Lisa said. "Right after I dropped you off, I went straight back to him. I meant it when i said I didn't want to have sex with him. However, I just had to know. I didn't want to but I needed to. I had to know if I was strong enough to resist."

"But Todd was right," Lisa continued. She knelt in front of Terence and put her hands on is thighs sympathetically. Her hands were sticky and wet from Todd's cum and pre-cum juices, and they made Terence's pants wet where she touched them. "That first time he fucked me so hard and made me orgasm over and over. It made me doubt what I believed. I mean, how could God have made it so that we were supposed to spend our lives not having those feelings. When I climaxed, I experienced sensations I never knew existed. I think in those moments... I... was even closer to God."

"By the time he was done with me that night," Lisa went on, "I was his. And I was happier than I had ever been. I felt like I had felt what it was like to be truly alive. But I swear I didn't want it to be so. My heart ached and I wanted it to be untrue. I kept hoping I'd wake up into a world where the things I used to believe were true. I thought the most merciful thing I could do was keep it hidden from you while I tried to stop seeing him. I went back to him again and again, and when I went to him I would tell him it was the last time. But it never was. Eventually, I realized what I was fighting was too powerful, and I stopped resisting. I became a slave to his cock, and did as he commanded."

"I begged him to leave you alone," Lisa cried as she spoke. "I hoped that if I sacrificed my body to him, to let him do wicked things to me, things I can't even tell you, that he would leave you alone, leave us alone. Though I a part of me knew that would never be. One day he would want to use me to hurt you, and I wished I could resist. I really did. But I knew that as the day approached where he would want to fuck me in front of you, I would want him to do it. I craved being in his power more every day. I hated myself for it, but I was powerless to resist." 

"You lying bitch! You fucking whore!" Terence was crying like a child. His voice broke with anguish.

"I was always honest with you about how I felt in my heart," Lisa said, "I just tried to keep hidden what was happening with my body. I never mealllph... mmmglph!... llpglp!... mlglgmgl!" Todd interrupted Lisa from speaking by stuffing his cock right into her mouth. He jammed his cock right down into her throat, and even though she resisted a little at first because of the surprise, she began hungrily working up and down on his cock as if it was the only thing she ever wanted.

"Okay, enough explanation," Todd said. He fucked Lisa's face aggressively for a little while, holding the back of her head with both hands and ramming her head down onto his powerful rod. She shook like a rag doll, her breasts jiggling. This took place no more than two feet from Terence's crying eyes, and he moaned, "no, no, no," over and over with a tone of voice like someone who had suffered some kind of head trauma. Todd looked back and forth between Lisa and Terence, smirking.

"Looks like Terence needs some consoling," Todd said, and he took his cock out of Lisa's mouth with a loud wet popping sound. He took one of her hands to guide her as he stood her up. Then he turned her around to face Terence and bent her over. She put both her hands on Terence's shoulders. "Go ahead, Lisa, you may talk to him."

"Terence, I'm sorry, just wait a liiIAAAAHHH!!" Lisa lost her thoughts as Todd deliberately slowly pushed his massive cock into Lisa's cunt. Each inch that slid into her caused her to shudder. Then he began to ram into her again and again, pounding his pelvis into her soft but firm ass. She bucked wildly, and her hair thrashed, and her huge tits slapped against each other. Her face was contorted into ecstasy mere inches from Terence's face. She tried to continue speaking, but as she did, her words were constantly interrupted by her moans of pleasure.

"I... UH... I'm sorry, Terence," Lisa said. "Please, just let him do this toOOAAA!! AHHH!! Let him do this to meEEEEE!! OOHH!! And it when it's over I'll beEEAAAUUUHH!! UUHH!! I'll be with you again... OOOHH!! You've been happy since thAAAHH!! AAHH!! That day we went to Todd, haven't you? I've been fuUUUHHH!! UHH!! Fucking Todd since that day, and you've been happyyyIIIAAA!! AAHH!! Can't we go on like that?? AAAHH!!"

Terence couldn't believe what she was saying. Didn't she know that by giving herself to Todd like this, Todd was owning a part of her that would stay even after Todd left? That after Todd soaked her in his cum and had his fill, he might walk away for a while, but a big part of her would yearn to be with him again, and Terence would feel that part of her every moment they were together. Did she not understand that?

Or did she understand, but had she given in so completely to Todd that it was the only way now for her and Terence to be together from now on? 

"AAAAAAAHHHH!!" Terence wailed with a visceral, primal yell. It was pure pain, his world turned completely upside down. Lisa looked back at him.

"I'm sorry Terence," Lisa said. "I... Oh! I... OH!! AHHH!" Whatever Lisa might have said to be consoling, she forgot as Todd's cock made her stop caring about what Terence felt.

Terence wished he could lose consciousness or go mad from the pain he felt inside. Some way of blacking out so that he didn't have to suffer every moment of this torture. However, as much as he wished for something to take him away, instead, the seconds trickled by like eternity. Sweat, pre-cum, and droplets of cum that was all over Lisa's body dripped from her massive tits as they thrashed back and forth, and from her cunt where new liquids were pouring out, splattering on Terence. The whole room smelled of Todd's semen, and the only thing that Terence could hear was Lisa's complete submission to Todd's cock.

"Terence," Todd said in this loud, deep, booming voice, "Say to me what you said before." Terence looked up past Lisa with confusion. He didn't know what Todd meant. "Say it!" Todd yelled, and it was if the room shook. Terence's mind raced. Then he realised what Todd meant.

"I forgive you." Terence said. He said it quietly and weakly.

"Say it again!" Todd commanded. "I want you to feel the real meaning. You thought it made you powerful, but how does it feel now? I can do anything to you and you forgive me!"

"Ahhhh!" Terence wailed, like a crying child. "I forgive you! I forgive you!" He cried out between sobs. "I forgiiiiiive youuuuuu aahhh ahhh ahhh!"

Todd laughed a loud booming laugh.

"Do you forgive Lisa?" Todd said.

"Yeesss!" Terence whined. "I forgive you Lisa. I forgive everything!"

"Keep saying it! Hah hah hah!" Todd laughed. "Keep saying it until Lisa orgasms!"

"I forgive you Lisa! I love you!" Terence spoke desperately, like a man possessed or out of his mind. Lisa looked directly into Terence's wild eyes while he spoke. "I love you so much. I forgive you and I forgive Todd! I fooorgiiiiive youuuu!! Aahhhhhh!!" 

"Feel it Lisa," Todd boomed. "He needs to forgive you, because he needs you. He'll find a way to keep loving you no matter how much you hurt him. Can you feel your power over him?"

For an answer, Lisa climaxed, harder and more powerful than she ever had before. She arched her back which jammed her tits right into Terence's face. The smooth flesh covered in viscous liquids slid all over him. He tried to turn away, but he couldn't help but taste a little. She cried out, and so did Terence, with completely opposite feelings.

Lisa's body relaxed, and then she looked right into Terence's eyes. "I'm sorry, Terence," She said, heartbreakingly sincerely.

"Shush," Todd said, as he pulled her back and then guided her so that as he sat down on a kitchen chair right in front of Terence, she was kneeling in front of him. Todd was careful to sit at a slight angle, and brushed Lisa's hair to one side, so that Terence could fully see her go down onto Todd's cock.

"The men have some talking to do, so shut up and do some cleaning, bitch!" Todd commanded sternly. Lisa dutifully began licking the thick, clear and white slimy liquids that covered Todd's member entirely from the tip down to it's base, and on his balls and inner thighs. She didn't hesitate at all to hungrily gather all the juices in her mouth and slurp them down.




Reunited Ch. 04



So here's the deal, y'all. If you don't like the brevity of the chapters, sorry. But no one is forcing you to read them, and as the author, IdowhatIwant. :P Thanks for those who say positive things. Thanks for those who write negative ones, though if they have nothing to do with content and are mainly just complaining about time/length, they're not really all that helpful. To the person with the suggestion to put two chapters together: that would totally work, but my next chapter takes place a month later and personally, I don't want it mushed into this one. Maybe the one after that can be added to it though to make a longer one. I've got to reread it. Anyway...enjoy, or hate, or whatever it is y'all do. Makes no difference to me because I'm gonna post it my way anyway since I'm a meaniefaced cotton headed ninny muggins. Cheers! 

*****

"What do you mean she quit?"

"She just called us yesterday and said that she was sorry but that she would no longer be able to work here anymore. She wouldn't give a reason why or anything and she said that Gene could keep her last paycheck for the trouble."

"Damnit!" Alec was surprised by the intensity of his anger. Perhaps it was the investigator in him, but he hated not solving a mystery. 

"It's fine, bud," Jake offered comfortingly. Of course, Jake was upset as well, but he was more reserved than his friend. He also suspected that Alec still harbored feelings for the girl. The two had had a brief relationship—if you could call it that—right before Alec and Jake had graduated. Though Alec had originally tried to keep in touch with Ellie, both had busy lives. Ellie was still in school and Alec had moved pretty far away.

The few times Jake had questioned his friend, Alec had denied feeling anything for the girl, but Jake could read his friend pretty well and he remembered how he'd originally spoken about Ellie. 

"It's not fine, Jake. This can't be coincidental." To the bartender, he asked, "Is Carrie here today?"

"I think she's about to leave. You want me to bring her out?"

"Yes please."

While they waited for Ellie's friend to come out, Jake tried to soothe his friend. "It's probably nothing. Maybe we were mistaken and the mystery girl had an emergency come up." 

"You know that's not true. That was her. It was."

Jake stayed silent, but Alec raised his head, catching his eyes. "This can't be a coincidence and we both know it. Something is not right. Call it a cop's intuition, but we have strong evidence supporting my theory."

Jake nodded, letting his friend get everything out of his system.

"First, we both recognized her. She's changed a lot, but that was definitely her. Second, when you called her out, I swear she looked almost terrified at first. Third, she immediately took off, and fourth, she apparently quit her job, giving up her earnings for no known reason." He looked down at the bar, sifting through his thoughts, trying to find the patterns that could lead to an explanation. 

"Hello again, gents. How can I help you tonight?" Carrie batted her eyelashes at them, smiling coyly. 

Jake decided to do the questioning. "You're Ellie's closest friend here, correct?"

"Yes sir." Now she looked a bit nonplussed. 

"Do you have any idea where she is?"

"Is Ellie in trouble? Should I be afraid? Are you a cop? What's going on?" Carrie was obviously downright flustered, and Jake could see that she was worried. 

"Is there anywhere private where we could speak to you?" he asked. 

Carrie looked around in thought before answering, "Yes, come with me." The woman's original flirty demeanor had vanished as she led them through the door marked "Employees Only" and into a room off of the kitchen. "Nobody should bother us here. Now tell me what's going on. Please."

Alec spoke up now. "We were hoping you'd be able to tell us. Is Ellie the type to leave work early and then quit out of the blue?"

"No. Ellie's one of the hardest workers we have. That girl has never left work early before. She's never even taken a day off without asking a month in advance. All the other girls count on her to cover their shifts. Half the time she's here more often than the managers."

"Did you speak with her since we last talked to you?"

"No. Ellie keeps to herself normally. I figured that if she felt ill enough to leave early there must be something real serious going on with her, you know? So I didn't want to bother her."

"And yesterday she just called here and quit? Just like that?"

"That's what Gene said. He's our boss. He was worried but figured Ellie knows what she's doing. He'll be sorry to lose her though. She's the best worker we have."

"Has Ellie been acting strange recently? Has she done anything out of the normal?"

"Hey you never told me. Is she in trouble? Are you two cops? Should I be worried about her?"

"I work for the police, ma'am, and my friend here works for the government. But right now we're just two old friends of Ellie's who are a bit worried about her."

"Ok well I haven't noticed her acting weirdly. Though there was that one night...Didn't you come in a few weeks back? Walked in right before closing?"

"Yes, why?"

"Well that night she seemed a little off somehow. One minute I looked over at her and she was cleaning the tables, then right as I started talking to you, she got this funny look on her face and went to the back. I found her washing the dishes afterward and she told me that Gene told her that she needed to do so, but I could tell that she was lying."

"Hmm." Alec turned to Jake. "Do you think there's any chance she could have recognized me that very first night?"

"Probably. How many other guys do you know that could be confused for you?"

"Ok, Carrie, you've been a great help. I have one more favor to ask of you. Is there any way that you could give us Ellie's address or phone number?"

"Her phone's disconnected. I tried calling her right after I heard she had quit, but there was a message saying the number was no longer in service."

"How about her address then?"

Carrie told them and then gave them her number. "Could you guys call me if you figure anything out? That girl is the sweetest kid around and I don't want to be left worrying without answers for the rest of my life. I know she's only a few years younger than I am, but I think of her as a kid sister."

Jake promised they would and the men walked out of the bar. 

*****

Several states away, a man glowered at the idiot in front of him.

"There's still no sign of her sir. We've checked all of her usual hideouts, every town she's lived in, and hundreds of plastic surgeons in case she went that route."

"Thank you, Nick. What are your next plans?"

"Now that we've exhausted the search for her, we figure we can continue keeping an eye on her family and friends. Other than that, we've been thinking about sending men to all the major cities to keep a lookout for her as well as to continue to expand the business."

"That sounds like a good plan. You know how important it is to find her, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"That she managed to leave at all is astounding. If she were to go to the cops...well, that would be the downfall of us all, now wouldn't it?" He didn't wait for a response. "It has been over a year since her disappearance. I suggest you and your men find her in the next two months or I shall have to take drastic measures. And you wouldn't want to find yourself on the receiving end of my drastic measures, Nick." 

Still scowling, the man gestured for Nick to leave the room. As the door closed behind his lackey, the man picked up his phone and hit redial. 

"Hello?"

"This is Mendon. I just talked to Nick. There's still no sign of her, sir."

"You've had Nick's men searching for months. She must be brought back, no matter what the cost." 

"You're telling me what I already know, boss." 

"Keep me updated. We only have a few months left. If she were to start talking, we'd lose everything we've spent years working for. I'm sure I don't need to remind you of the consequences of losing everything."

"Not at all, sir."

The call disconnected. 

*****

Ellie looked around her new apartment, actually rather pleased with the move.

The place was perfect for her. It had huge windows with window seats, a fireplace, and a walk-in closet. The kitchen was perfect, a mixture of quaint charm and utility, while the bedroom was spacious enough for a queen bed. A queen bed! She would never have to sleep in a twin again in this place. It was everything she would have wanted in her younger days.

"Look at you, thinking about your younger days," she said to herself drily. "You're only twenty-six and you're already looking longingly to the past." She actually smiled at that.

"Plus you're talking to yourself. I think that hints at senility." Still smiling slightly, she unpacked her bags, humming a tune to herself as she worked. Though she couldn't see it, the Ellie that she used to be was emerging. Today she'd empty out that storage unit and finally make herself at home in this new city. Then she could use her savings to buy some new furniture. A queen bed, indeed. Who'd have thought that such a meaningless material object could cause such a change in one's spirit?

*****

To escape the hustle of the city and the growing conundrum of Ellie, Alec decided to treat Jake to a few days in the great outdoors. He drove his friend to a state park known for its backpacking trails and spectacular views and the two spent hours hiking, taking pictures, and enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. 

"My favorite spot is at the top of this next rise," Alec called to Jake at one point toward the end of the day. They had decided to pursue one more trail before nightfall and Alec strongly recommended this one. Upon reaching the top of the trail, Jake immediately understood Alec's fascination with the spot. The rise was one of the taller ones in the area and the two could see all the way to the city. The view was beautiful; it successfully combined the splendor and natural beauty of the wilderness with the grace and power of the city. 

"Can we set up camp here?" Jake asked, already knowing the answer. 

"Of course!"

They set down their packs, cleared the ground of debris, and began to make camp. While Alec set up the tent and sleeping pads, Jake gathered wood and lit a fire. After preparing for the night ahead, they fixed a meal at the fire and brought each other up to speed about their lives. Though she was on Alec's mind, he refused to broach the subject of Ellie. Instead, he inquired about Jake's job and family. 

"Yeah, my mom and dad finally retired and sold their business. My brother was going to take over since I didn't, but they said they'd rather have him keep his current job since he loved it. And, man, can you believe he's getting married?" 

"He finally got the guts to propose?"

"Yep, and Andrea said yes. I still can't get over it. My baby brother is getting married."

That led them to discussing old friends who'd tied the knot, started families, or gotten divorced. Life had a way of sneaking up on you like that. One day, they were all in college, hitting up bars or having game nights. Now friends had grown up, started living in the real world. Alec thought again of Ellie. 

"You can't get her out of your mind, can you?"

He looked over at his friend, weighing his answer. "I played the what-if game a lot in that first year. Tried to date a couple other girls. None worked out; all of the girls were lacking...something. By the time I'd figured it out and decided to apologize to her and tell her what she'd meant to me, it was too late. Now she's here and something is wrong and it's killing me. It brings back all those what-if scenarios. I just wish I had known then what she was to me. And I wish I knew now what's going on."

Though Jake knew he could give him some shallow words of comfort, he merely moved over next to his friend and nodded. Sometimes the best gift of all was merely to listen.



Reunited Ch. 05



Okay so I merged two chapters into one so it would be long enough to please those complaining. No guarantees about when I'll post the next one though because I'm going out of town for a wedding and by merging these two chapters I've caught up to a couple portions that aren't quite right yet. Please be patient and thanks for reading and for constructive feedback. :D

*****

One month later

"Reynolds! Where's your head? You're supposed to be looking at the case files, not staring off into space like a vacant idiot."

"Sorry sir," Alec muttered. Over the past couple of weeks, Alec had lost focus on work-oriented stuff. His boss had quickly noticed and had repeatedly berated him. But Alec had a hard time focusing on these mysteries when there was a far more confusing and intriguing one facing him.

He and Jake had gone to check out the address Carrie had given them. The place had been completely empty, with some signs that the previous occupant had been there recently. From there, they were lost. Jake had to return home once his business in the city was finished and at that point, Alec had only Ellie on his mind.

Jake had agreed to call a few of the friends he and Ellie had shared while Alec began searching online for people who had previously been connected to her. Something was fishy about the whole encounter with her. Why had she changed so much? Why did she look so afraid? Why had she been determined to convince them that she wasn't his old flame? Why would she leave rather than face him?

That last question hurt to ask. Jake had been right all those years. He had known immediately that Ellie was the right girl for Alec and had repeatedly invited both to any event he hosted in a subtle and unnoticed attempt to set them up with one another. Little had he known they'd get together on their own only a few months later. Shaking his head, Alec pulled himself out of his daydreams and forced himself to focus on the file in front of him.

There had recently been crimes in the hospitals of large cities and they had hit the metro's hospital just a couple miles from the station. While many believed the violence was all connected, no one had yet found the key.

"Hey boss, do we have access to the files from any of the other cities?"

"No the feds won't give up their data yet. Maybe if we stop wasting time daydreaming and find something..." he said that pointedly so Alec returned to the files in front of him. The patterns had been spotted but no one had figured out their meanings. Young females had been accosted each time. None had been injured. It looked like all the girls here had been doctors, residents fresh out of med school.

"They're searching for someone," he thought to himself before repeating the thought out loud. "Chief, they're looking for a specific woman. That's why they haven't hurt anybody. They haven't found her yet."

"Let's see your reasoning, Reynolds."

Alec walked him through his thought process and the chief quickly saw the same patterns he had. Young female residents, all between the ages of 24 and 29. Each had been cornered after leaving work, had their wallet stolen, and had been threatened but not injured. The few who had tried to resist had found their attempts futile. The thugs always had backup nearby.

"Good work, Reynolds. Keep your mind focused from now on and it won't take us so long to find these connections." The Chief raised his eyebrows meaningfully at Alec.

"Yes, sir." He accepted the chastisement with grace, fully aware of his somewhat erratic behavior over the previous weeks.

Now that he'd done his job, however, his mind wandered. It figured that he could find nothing regarding Ellie in weeks but when given a completely unrelated case, he could find a clue in all of two minutes. Forcing himself back to the file in front of him, he kept his focus for the remainder of the day.

*****

Rob Davidson was not a man to mess with, though few of his acquaintances were aware of it. His record was spotless, he was a part of the most elite social circles in the nation, and he masked his dangerous side with a handsome appearance and faux-subservient charm. Beneath the surface of his carefully preserved façade, however, he was also in charge of the most notorious crime syndicate in the U.S. Drug dealing and trafficking, illegal arms trades, and prostitution rings were just the tip of the iceberg for them.

Although the feds had long suspected that there was a corrupt government official helping the organization, they had never connected it to him; nor had they even suspected him as the ringleader of the entire thing. Since he was actually the co-founder and CEO of a multinational corporation rather than a politician, he had never been a serious suspect on any list. Of course, his deep pockets helped. He'd actually made charitable donations to several federal agencies and even had friends who'd mentioned the group in passing conversation, completely oblivious to the fact that he was the ever elusive ringleader.

It was a point of pride to him that he had never been linked to the group and that anybody who could testify to such a connection had always been eliminated. At least, they had always been eliminated until now.

Davidson was strolling along a path in the city park, outwardly seeming to enjoy the weather yet inwardly seething. In all his years, not one man had ever escaped after finding out just who exactly Rob Davidson was. The few men he did trust with his secrets had helped dispose of the bodies and make the disappearances seem random. There hadn't been many, of course; merely a handful. However, his current situation was far worse than all of the previous confrontations combined.

Not only does the bitch know everything, she's still alive and on the loose, he fumed. He couldn't believe that none of his men—in either the gang or the government—had turned up a trace of her.

Of course, he'd always known she'd be a handful, but he'd liked that best in a woman. The more willful and stubborn they were at the beginning, the more he enjoyed cowing them to his own will. Ellie had been no exception: she'd come to him with full knowledge of her worth. He'd seen her reduce a man to nothing using only her razor sharp tongue. In fact, her pointed words were what had led him to her secret: she was vulnerable and had been hurt in the not-so-distant past.

Once he'd realized that the girl was longing for someone to want her, he'd had his ammunition. Within a few months, he'd gotten her to agree to date him. He'd wooed her into his trap and beaten her into submission.

That was the way with women, he'd found. They were all weak. He merely had to find the chink in their armor to bring them down and show them their true value. With Ellie, it had been almost too easy. Her desire to love and be loved had made her a practically eager victim.

He'd never felt as strongly about any of his other conquests. He'd showered the girl with affection, expensive gifts, and had even planned on marrying her eventually. She'd been on his arm at every event for two years; he loved showing her off to the glamorous capital crowd, something he'd never done for his previous whores.

Of course, none of them had flinched quite like she had. After giving her the perfect courtship for several months, they'd finally had their first fight. In the relationship timeline, the first fight was the moment when he decided whether or not a woman was worth any more effort. He knew how to twist their words to make the fight far nastier than it should have been, and they always ended with him finally getting to hit the woman.

With Ellie, the fight had been over something inconsequential. She'd wanted to visit her mother instead of attending a party hosted by some of his most elite clientele. Of course, he'd escalated it until she had snapped and screamed at him before turning away. He'd grabbed her, spun her around roughly, and backhanded her. He still remembered the way she'd flown backward into a wall with such a solid thump. Just thinking about it made him stiffen as pleasure coursed through his veins.

The girl had been naturally uncoordinated, making her an amazing target for his blows. When they were unexpected, he could easily knock her to the floor or into walls. Then he'd be so turned on by his power over her that he'd pick her up, rip off her clothes, and fuck her senseless. He'd never found a woman before or after Ellie who made his blood pound so hot and heavy. Sure, he had his whores on the side, but they didn't care as much when he beat them. None of them ever pleaded with him to stop hurting them: they were accustomed to mistreatment, and some even liked it enough that they didn't charge him extra. No, it was as if Ellie had been made for him. Or at least it had seemed that way until the little bitch left.

Now he was angry constantly, always watching over his shoulder. She knew far too much and was still out there. He had men checking every likely place for her in cities across the nation. He had wanted to institute a manhunt and claim that she had been kidnapped, but he had waited too long after her escape; he'd figured she'd be found and punished before too much time had passed.

She had never returned. She'd never come back for any of stuff she'd moved into his house. She had merely claimed that she was going shopping and she never came back. He'd found her car in the mall parking lot and no trace of her. She'd left behind her cell phone, identification, credit cards, everything. So how in God's name had she managed to not only escape him in the first place but also to remain out of his grasp?

The mystery kept him up at night. He'd turned over control of his businesses to his partners so he could devote his time to finding her, but still there had been no leads. How could a girl with absolutely no backbone have defied him so perfectly?  

*****

Ellie stood behind the bar, taking orders as quickly as possible. She tried to focus solely on her work, but her mind was forever oscillating between Alec and Jake, Rob, and the years that had passed since college. She forced herself to focus for ten more minutes before taking a quick break in the back room. There, she allowed her memories to sweep over her.

After Jake and Alec had graduated, she had initially kept in contact with both. It was intermittent at best, but it was better than nothing. Jake was busy with graduate studies while Alec had gone to search for a job. When nothing was found, he'd finally decided to join his local police department. Training for that took up all of time and energy for months, and during that point they stopped talking.

She had been heartbroken when they'd broken up. She should have realized a guy didn't start dating a girl just before graduating and then stick with her. But she had tried to maintain a strong face; she didn't want him to know he'd hurt her as badly as he had. She remembered one of the last days before graduation.

One of the traditions at their school was a senior night off campus. It generally was just a giant house party at this old abandoned mansion not too far from campus where all the seniors and their friends got drunk and reminisced. Ellie and accompanied Alec and Jake, as well as some of their other good friends, to the party. They'd all had a blast, and after sobering up a bit, they'd separated for the night. Ellie had gone home with Alec, where they'd settled down for a movie.

Still a little tipsy, Ellie had quickly lost interest in the plot and had decided to flirt instead. She was lying on his couch with her head in his lap, so she sat up and switched positions to where she was straddling him and facing him.

"Kiss me, Alec."

She remembered he'd looked a little surprised, because she rarely demanded anything from him, especially physical stuff. She didn't have much experience prior to him, just one long term boyfriend who had rarely wanted sex and had come out of the closet a year after their break up. They had yet to really move past passionate make out sessions, which he had told her was fine with him.

He kissed her, gently at first. As she sighed in contentment, he'd snuck his tongue across her bottom lip, making her gasp and open her mouth. He took advantage of this opportunity to deepen their kiss and grab her tightly. After several minutes of kissing, he paused.

"Els, if we keep this up, I'm going to want more of you. I can always stop if you want, but I really don't want to."

"Then don't stop." She had felt so confident.

And he'd grabbed her hand then and led her to his bed. There they resumed kissing, but as they did so, he started teasing his hand under her shirt. Just enough to touch the skin of her lower back. That touch was enough to make him groan.

He stopped again, laughing at her pout, and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. She had reciprocated, pulling off his shirt and pulling him back down on top of her. Their skin-on-skin contact was amazing, but her bra was in the way. She dispensed of it herself, reaching back and unclasping it quickly before tossing it to the side.

That was when she'd seen in his eyes how much he wanted her. He'd looked her up and down for a moment before zeroing in on her nipple. He'd lowered his head to the peak and taken it in his mouth, causing her to arch her back in excitement. Twirling it around with his tongue gently caused it to stiffen quickly and caused her catch her breath. He had soon switched to the other side, again taking her breast in his mouth, but had kept his thumb on the first peak, pressing in gently and still rubbing.

She had felt so turned on, more than she'd ever felt with her first boyfriend. "Alec!" she'd gasped. "Please."

He'd slowly kissed his way down her stomach, leaving feather-light tingles in every spot his lips left. Then he'd unzipped her pants and divested her of both jeans and panties in one quick motion.

"God, Els. You're so stunning," he had panted before spreading her legs. For a moment, she hadn't understood, then she'd felt his tongue spreading her folds. He'd licked up and down her slit before pushing his tongue all the way up into her, as far as it would go. It felt better than anything he'd done so far and made her so wet. He'd continued flicking his tongue over her clit and then slowly inserted one finger, then another, sliding them in and out while sucking on her clit.

That was all it had taken to get her to beg for him. "Alec, please! I want you."

He'd chortled before complying and taking off his pants and boxers. He'd crawled up to her and kissed her, holding himself over her long enough to ask, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, please!" she had begged.

He slowly eased himself into her, causing her to revel in the fullness of him. He fit so snugly she was afraid that she was too tight, too out of practice for him to fit correctly. But it felt so right.

Pulling herself out of her reveries, she remembered that poor Alec had gone so long without sex that he'd had an orgasm within a minute and had been mortified. She giggled at the memory. He'd been so ashamed and she'd felt so badly for him, but she had focused more on how much she wanted him again. That desire hadn't faded over the next few weeks. Since Alec's apartment was off-campus and his lease didn't end for a month after graduation, she had spent every night of their remaining time learning just how pleasing a man could be. He teased her mercilessly, finding her erogenous zones and kissing her there right before they had to leave each morning, he for his last days working for the school and she for the summer class she had decided to take.

For four glorious weeks, everything was perfect. And then it was over.

Back to work, El. You know better than to get caught up like this. After giving herself a stern lecture, she returned to the bar. Two hours of serving later, they were approaching last call when a new patron strolled up to the bar. Ellie's back was turned, but she heard a familiar voice ask for a drink, she froze. How is this even possible?

This wasn't Alec or Jake. But Ellie still recognized his voice, and that meant that she was in huge trouble. Careful not to face the man, she turned away from him and walked to the break room. There she took out her phone and called the only person she could think of to help her.

"Carrie? Oh thank God you answered," she whispered. "It's Ellie. I'm in trouble and I need someone to come pick me up immediately."

She gave her friend directions and prayed Carrie was still reliable and trustworthy. Then she grabbed her bag and left out the back door.

*****

Alec's phone startled him out of sleep. Out of habit, he started to silence it, but then realized that if someone was calling him at nearly two in the morning, they probably had a good reason.

"Reynolds," he answered as civilly as possible, but he couldn't keep the hostility completely out of his voice.

"Officer Reynolds, it's Carrie. Ellie's friend? I know where she is and she's in trouble. I thought I should probably tell you."

"Where is she? Is she alright? Did she give you any details?"

As Carrie gave him directions and the few facts she had been able to glean from her friend, Alec threw on clothes and ran out the door to his car. She was on the opposite side of the city; hopefully someone would be able to get to her soon. Alec didn't know what exactly was wrong, but he had instincts, and today his instincts were telling him something horrible would happen if he didn't find her immediately.

"Thank you, Carrie. I'm going to run and pick her up. Don't worry; I'll keep her safe."

*****

Ellie saw the car slowing down, but it wasn't Carrie's car. Maybe she'd sent a friend? She walked closer and the driver lowered the window, revealing himself to be Alec.

"You? But I . . . Carrie called you, didn't she?"

"Yes. Now will you please come with me and tell me what in the world is going on?"

"No. I think I'll wait for my friend. I don't even know you."

"Els. There's obviously no time for that. I didn't drag my ass out of bed in the middle of the

night to have you refuse my help. So get in the car now and tell me what the hell has happened."

Ellie felt reluctant about getting into Alec's car, but she knew she had to get away from the henchman at the bar. It was Mendon, Rob's right hand man, the one who was most likely leading the hunt for her. She'd recognize his voice anywhere; it had been engraved into her memory after...she didn't allow herself to remember what she had seen. With a quick glance around to make sure nobody had followed her, she hopped into the passenger seat.

Alec drove for a few minutes in silence, but all too soon for her taste, he asked, "Where do you live? Is that where you need to be taken?"

She gave him her address, hoping that would be the end of the questions, but of course, he didn't shut up. She should have known he would want to figure it out. He loved mysteries and puzzles.

How many nights had they spent watching those mystery t.v. shows? He had always tried to figure out who was guilty before the show did. Don't smile at those memories, El, she chastised herself. You of all people should know not to get lured in by Alec's charms.

"Why did you claim not to know us?"

She said nothing, merely looking out the window at the passing buildings.

"Please answer me. I know you're Ellie Burns, now called Ellie Brown. Something must have happened to cause that change, but you're not wearing a ring and you're acting like a fugitive."

She continued to gaze out at her surroundings.

"Are you hiding from someone? Can you just talk to me, for Christ's sake?!"

His raised voice startled her into looking at him. She kept her cool and levelly stated, "I don't see why any of this matters to you."




Reunited Ch. 05



"Ellie, what the hell is going on? It matters because you are my friend and I care about you. It matters because I'm a police officer and want to protect you. Of course it matters!"

She took a deep breath, anchoring herself. Do I tell him? Can I trust him? They told me not to tell anybody, but everything is going wrong now.

"I'm in hiding. I don't need to tell you why or from whom, but someone showed up at the bar where I work that could ruin it if he recognized me, so I had to get out. I left my car there because I thought the other girls could identify it as mine if he did realize who I was, so I needed a ride."

"Is that why you did this to yourself?" he gestured at her hair and body.

"Yes, I thought it would be easier to hide if I made certain changes. The Ellie that went into hiding was blonde, average build, with glasses. Ellie Brown is brunette, doesn't wear glasses, and is skinny."

"Well that explains some things, but still leaves a lot of questions. At least I know where you went now, and why. Do you have any idea how many people Jake and I called trying to figure out why you'd be here?"

"Wait. Just stop. You told people I was here, in this city? Now they'll know! Oh no, no wonder he was here," she groaned. "Shit."

"I only talked to friends from school and your family. Nobody knew where you could be or if you were even here. Did I do something wrong?"

"Yes, but it's not like you knew. I have to call Kristin and move again," this last part she muttered to herself, but Alec still heard.

"Who's Kristin? Calm down, Els." He parked the car in front of her building. "I'm going to walk you up, to make sure nobody is there, ok?"

She nodded, her thoughts spinning. It would only be a matter of time before they tracked her now. She couldn't go back to work, not after seeing Mendon there. She really should leave, but maybe it was just a coincidence. After all, they'd never expect her to be working in a bar. She'd been in the middle of medical school when she finally got the courage to drop everything and run. Rob would have expected her to continue down that path, to be finishing up now.

She followed Alec upstairs, surprised when she felt a sense of relief that she had cleaned

thoroughly earlier. She hated having guests over when her place was a mess.

She unlocked the door and led him in. "Just make yourself at home," she said, berating herself for being so cliché. "Are you satisfied now? Because I need to change and go to bed."

"No, I'm not satisfied," he snapped. "You've given me more questions than answers and I need to know you're safe."

Heat flooded through her at the thought of him being protective of her still after all this time. She tamped it down, though, telling herself he just felt it was part of his job as a cop. Don't you dare fall for him, Ellie Burns! She knew she couldn't lose her heart to him again just to have him trample it. She walked away regretfully. If only things had gone differently.

*****

If only things had gone down differently, maybe she'd trust me. Or maybe none of this would have ever happened. Alec was sitting on the couch in her living room, looking around to get a feel of the woman Ellie had become. The place looked nice. Plain, not very decorated, but nice.

During his years as a police officer, he had met a few other folks in hiding, and generally it was hard to decorate a place where you might have to leave at any given moment. On the coffee table were scrapbooks. Since he could hear the sounds of Ellie moving around her bedroom, he picked up one that looked like it was from college.

Opening up the scrapbook, he saw a picture of their group of friends first. There was Jake, his roommate Rueben, two girls whose names he could no longer remember, Ellie with her best friend Luisa, Alec himself, and a girl named Grace who Alec had briefly dated the year after he left. They were all looking up from playing a board game at one of their numerous game nights. Apparently this one hadn't descended into a drinking game, because everyone looked sober and the game they were playing was fun even without alcohol.

As he flipped through the pages, the main commonality between pictures was the ever smiling face of Ellie. There she was with Luisa the night the two of them had decided to climb a tree to the roof of their dorm to stargaze. Here was one where she was with Jake, neither looking at the camera because they were eagerly discussing the merits of a movie they both loved. There were no pictures of her with Alec, despite the fact that they had taken several during their time together. He put the book down.

And why would you expect her to have photos of you? They hadn't been together all that long, and as far as he'd been concerned, she eventually stopped talking to him. Though he had only quickly flipped through the first book, a similarly speedy glance at the second showed him no pictures more recent than her college graduation. Why would a woman keep pictures from her college years and then stop for years afterward? It made no sense.

"Women make no sense," he muttered.

"What was that?" Ellie asked as she walked out. She was now changed into sweats, which were too large and somewhat camouflaged her weight loss.

"Nothing, I was just remembering how much I love being a man."

Ellie looked at him quizzically but he didn't bother to elaborate. Rather, he changed the subject.

"Look, I know you probably don't want me here, but I would feel better knowing that you're safe and no one followed us."

"You believe me? Despite not receiving many details?"

"The Ellie I knew didn't lie. Why would that change?"

"Maybe because I lied at the bar the first time you recognized me?"

"Now I know the reason for that, so I still think you're being honest. So could you please spare me a blanket and pillow for your couch? Or would you prefer a man to warm your bed?" He winked at her, hoping to make her laugh and even secretly hoping she'd say yes. Damnit Alec, think with your head, not your dick.

"Nice try, wise guy," she said saucily as she exited the room. She brought back a sheet, blanket, and pillow. "I don't have any clothing that would fit you, so you're stuck wearing what you have. And although I was very careful and therefore doubt anyone would have seen me leave with you, thank you for staying."

Her words were nice but polite and disengaged. She didn't really want him here; that much was obvious.

As she left the room, he settled himself down on her couch. It wasn't long enough for his tall frame, but he was accustomed to that after years of being too tall for beds and couches. Finally comfortable, he drifted off to sleep.

*****

A scream shattered the silence of the apartment, waking Alec with a jerk. He tried to jump up, but got tangled with his blanket and fell. Picking himself up, he ran into Ellie's room, where she was tossing and turning. A nightmare. Jesus, all that for a dream? He was frustrated and his adrenaline was pumping through his body. He had actually been hoping for a fight, a way to get his frustrations at this whole situation out of his system, and here the girl was just having a bad dream. He started to turn away.

"No. Please no. Let me help them! Please." Ellie moaned the words, still lost in her dream world. He remembered that she used to talk in her sleep, but only when she had particularly vivid dreams. This must be bad to cause her to scream yet not wake her up.

He walked over to her bed and sat on the edge gently. Reaching out to feel her cheek, he could tell she was sweating and hot. He had just decided to wake her when she started crying. Tears were coming out of her eyes and she started to sob. She was still sleeping but whatever she was seeing was bad.

"Ellie. Wake up." He shook her gently. "Come on, El, it's just a dream. Wake up."

She bolted upright, clearly freaked out for a moment before she realized she was in her own bedroom. Still sobbing, she shoved herself forward into his arms, seeking comfort.

"Hey, it's alright, hon. It was just a dream. Nothing real. Shh." He rubbed her back as her sobs slowed.

"Wanna tell me about it?"

She didn't say anything for a moment, then she spoke quietly. "He murdered them. A whole family, because the father had decided to get out. First he killed their baby, grabbed her away from the mother and...he just threw her against a concrete pillar as hard as he could. She wasn't even a year old; she was innocent and just so, so beautifully perfect. When her brother ran over to see if his baby sister was alright, he shot him. Right in the head; no warning whatsoever. By that point the mother was screaming, just screaming. So he shot her too. Right before he shot the father, he told him that he had caused his own family's deaths, by trying to escape."

"It was just a dream, Els. Calm down, darlin'."

"That's the thing, though. It wasn't a dream. It really happened." She finally gathered herself and looked up at him. "That's when I knew something was wrong, even more than I had ever suspected. The next day, while he out with his friends 'on business', I snuck into his office and searched everything until I could find some evidence, just a shred even, that would link him to that family. It took over an hour, and I was shaking the whole time, but I found it. A ledger of the deals that had gone down, the girls that had been kidnapped and sold, the drugs, all of it, and the accounts the money was flowing into. He refused to keep electronic records because they're harder to destroy, so apparently he had this book. I'm surprised I even was able to find it. When he realized it was missing, I heard him discussing it with Mendon, his 'business partner.' Apparently he changed the hiding spot every other week, he was so paranoid about losing it. I happened to find it right after he updated it, when it wasn't locked up anywhere. I knew I had to escape before he figured out that I was the one who had found it, so I asked him if I could go shopping for a dress for an upcoming gala he expected me to attend as his arm candy. He gave me permission and once I left I bought a disposable phone, called a cab, and left my purse, car, and everything at the mall. The cabbie dropped me off at a hotel, where I paid in cash and called the authorities."

She took a breath. "They couldn't believe it, but I had the ledger with his name, his account numbers, everything. Only a few people were brought in to that investigation because he has agents on his bankroll, but they kept the ledger, gave me new papers, and helped me move out here. The investigators are searching for more evidence, but few people can link him to the group. So they decided to send an undercover man in to infiltrate them. He disappeared, so they sent another one. This one has been more cautious, but they think there is a big deal or something happening in the next few months. So until they have proof of that and can definitively end it all, here I am, hiding, because otherwise, he'll kill me."

Alec couldn't believe it. Ellie was involved with a mob man? A gangster? How could that have happened? He was shocked.

"I'm right here, darlin'. I won't let anyone hurt you, ok? I think you should go back to sleep, and I'll stay here if you want."

She nodded, clearly exhausted from telling him the story on top of all the excitement of the day. Within only a few minutes she was back asleep, leaving him to wonder how in the world the woman had ended up down that path.

*****

Alec's pleasant sleep came to an end before Ellie awakened, but he had no desire whatsoever to move. He was on his back with her curled up against his side and her head pillowed on his shoulder. Having her back with him again after so many years felt wonderful, even better than what he had remembered. As he tightened his arms around her slightly, a possessiveness he hadn't even known he harbored came to the forefront of his mind. She'd been through too much over the years; the poor girl deserved a chance to sleep in the arms of someone who cared.

She stirred slightly, causing him to loosen his hold on her in order to give her enough space to stay comfortable. After a moment though, she quieted, easily slipping back into her peaceful slumber. He sighed, fairly certain he could happily remain in bed holding her for a very long time. He rubbed her back gently, hoping she'd stay asleep for awhile.

Unfortunately, all good moments must pass and this one ended far too quickly for his taste. About half an hour after he woke up, Ellie stirred again, but this time she didn't return to sleep. Instead she opened her eyes and looked around blearily. She looked confused as she grasped the fact that she was cuddled against someone. He continued to watch her and met her gaze as she looked up at him. Realization dawned in her eyes, quickly followed by revulsion.

"What the hell is this?" she asked as she forcefully pushed him away.

"It's nothing. You had a nightmare. You screamed, so I ran in to check on you. You were crying and you told me what happened and why you're in hiding. I couldn't just leave you alone after that so I climbed in bed and held you as you went back to sleep. I guess I fell asleep myself. Do you remember that?"

She nodded slowly as she recalled. "Just...don't let it happen again. I don't need your help." With that, she rolled off of the bed and practically ran to the bathroom.

After a moment, Alec heard the water running. He stayed in the bed, contemplating fate, the future, and how the hell he could keep a girl safe when she obviously couldn't stand to be near him and when he obviously still had deep running feelings for her.

*****

Ellie stood in the stream of water without moving; she was content to just let it flow over her for a few minutes while her mind took over. She did remember crying out from her nightmare, but she had thought that Alec comforting her was merely a dream. The real Alec wouldn't do that.

The real Alec didn't care. He never did.

She remembered how smitten she had been with him; she'd even fancied herself in love with the idiot. Then she'd found out the truth from a mutual friend. Alec hadn't cared one tiny bit for her, had lied to her. The next guy to give her any attention was Rob Davidson. Obviously men didn't have even a modicum of kindness when it came to her. But she knew now that she could survive without them. She'd managed to evade Rob for over a year until Alec had stirred everything up. She would easily be able to run off and go into hiding again.

Really, it would be even easier this time than the first time.



Reunited Ch. 06



Finally, right?! I've been on a writing kick this break, so I'm really hoping to stay on my game this time and finish the story before school goes crazy on me. Comments and constructive criticism are welcome! I know I'm far from perfect so I appreciate the feedback. J Thanks!

*****

"Davidson speaking."

"This is Mendon. We've found her, boss. This was finally the right city. That friend of hers was right."

"Excellent. Where is she now?"

"I don't know exactly, but I am working on it. I went to the bar where she works last night and was lucky enough to hear someone say a worker named Ellie had taken off. When I asked some questions, I found that it was definitely her. They've been paying her under the table, so no address, but the other bartenders claim she only drives ten minutes to work, so my men are staking out different apartment buildings that seem likely."

"Finally, you bear good news. As soon as you have her, call me again. I want hourly updates until she has been found. And if it takes rough treatment, then by all means, you have my permission. Just bring her to me alive."

"Yes, boss."

Rob Davidson crossed his legs as he leaned back to think. So the girl wasn't an idiot. When she'd taken off, he had expected her to finish her medical degree and begin her residency training at a hospital. Instead, she had completely thrown them off by taking up bartending. Of all trades, that was indeed the last he would have guessed of her, and it had camouflaged her well until now. They might never have found her if his men hadn't tapped her best friend's phone line. The call asking Luisa if Ellie had moved across the country was the one that had tipped off Mendon to start searching in that area. Soon he'd have her again, could question her about the ledger, and he could finally punish her for all of the trouble she'd caused.

Thinking of the time he whipped her, he grew hard. It was the last time she'd tried escaping for a year. Now he'd have to step up the punishment. She had to know she could never flee again. A sound lashing would be just the beginning this time. She would cry out in pain and he could take her from behind and rake his nails down her fresh wounds. Oh that would be hot indeed.

The phone rang again, interrupting his reverie.

"Davidson speaking."

"Hi, Rob! This is Drew!"

Rob quickly masked his voice with excitement. "How is everything looking, Drew?"

"Great, man. The party loves you, you've made generous contributions over the years, and despite your young age, they think your history with your business will make you a viable candidate in a few years."

"Pardon? A few years? I was thinking of running this year. I thought I made that clear."

"Yeah, that's gonna be a problem, man. Jerome Eastings is up for reelection and the public loves him. There's no way the party would put a new candidate up when he's still willing to continue holding his Senate seat."

"I understand, Drew. I must say I'm disappointed, but I'm glad that the party would back me in any future political endeavors."

"Of course. I'll keep spreading the word about you, though. And if you keep up a good relationship with the incumbents and the governor, I'd say you'd be a sure deal a few years down the road."

"That is excellent news, Drew. Thanks again."

Finally alone with his thoughts again, he pondered. He needed to get someone into office, and quickly. Obviously the best choice would be to get elected himself. Then he could truly expand his workings on a larger scale. Unfortunately, the politicians his men had contacted were uninterested in joining the group. And many were beginning to draft a piece of legislation that would severely hinder his business interests.

"I have to get someone in there. Now."

He began to research a plan.

*****

Alec's phone rang. Looking at the caller I.D., he saw it was Jake.

"Hi, buddy. What's up?"

"I found where Ellie was for several years, man."

"I can one up you there; I'm at her place right now. But tell me your story first, because it might help me understand some of what I found out."

He heard Jake give out a sigh of relief. "Good, so it was her. I'm glad she's with you, man. It turns out that she was dating Rob Davidson. The Rob Davidson, of Conglomerate Enterprises. I couldn't find her at all online or from our friends or her family. But then I had a dentist appointment two days ago and you know how they always have those old magazines sitting out? Well I picked one up and was thumbing through it and saw a picture of her with him. She was merely listed as his date, which is why I never found that info online. But when I did a Google search of Davidson, guess who was on his arm for every event?"

"Ellie. Why did nobody ever write down her name?"

"I can't figure that part out. But it looks like she's always just tucked in behind him. Maybe it was obvious that she wasn't the important one in the relationship so they always focused on him."

"That's not like the paparazzi, but he's got enough money to maybe persuade them to keep the names of his women out of their works."

"That's as good a guess as any I've thought up. So what's going on? How'd you find her?"

"Her friend Carrie called me and said Ellie needed some help, so I went and picked her up. It looks like she's in hiding from someone, and based on her story, Davidson would be the guy. If what she's saying is true, he'd be in a ton of trouble if anyone found evidence against him."

"Shoot. I always liked him. He seemed kinda down to earth for a multimillionaire. Why do celebrities always let us down?"

"Come on now, Jake, be serious."

"Sorry, man. I just don't know how to handle all this. I never would have thought that our Ellie would get wrapped up in that kind of nonsense."

"You and me both. You think you'll be coming up here again anytime soon?"

"Oh, yeah, man. I forgot to tell you. My parents bought a condo up there when I told them how beautiful it was, the crazy old loons. They said I can use it whenever I want because they'll probably only go a couple times a year." Jake spoke with love about his parents, who Alec suspected bought the place solely so their son could enjoy it.

"No way! That's awesome. I'll finally be seeing more of you."

"Yeah. I actually mailed you the spare key a few days ago with a note explaining everything, but then forgot to call you to actually ask: they already had furnished it and filled it with stuff, but they ordered some packages recently that had to be accepted. The doorman said he did it, but I'd like to have the place checked out since I can't get there for another week or so."

"Of course! It hasn't arrived yet, but I'll go over as soon as I get the key."

"Thanks, man, and good luck with Ellie. Keep me updated and let me know if there's anything I can do."

"Will do. Bye, bud."

As he lowered his phone, Alec was struck by the seriousness of the situation. If Rob Davidson was the guy from whom Ellie had run, it was no wonder she was upset that they had given out clues to her whereabouts. A guy with that much money and power...well, if he truly was as corrupt and nasty as she'd described, that would mean that he would be able to afford to send men throughout the country searching for her.

Maybe the search had something to do with that case for which he had discovered the pattern the other day.

"Hey, Ellie! Could you come here for a minute?"

She walked in the room. "Yes?"

"Why a bartender? What did you do before you moved out here?"

"I was in medical school. I would have been doing residencies right now, so I figured the furthest I could be from my former self would be a bartender. He would never think to check in a bar for me because I drank so infrequently after you and Jake left. No more peer pressure." She smiled a bit, so he knew she was teasing.

"Thanks."

"Why do you ask?"

"Something work related. Let me call the Chief and run a theory by him."

*****

Ellie walked back to her room, not caring all that much about Alec's work theories. The only thing she cared about currently was finding a way out of this mess. She had cash saved up from her jobs, and the apartment was rented month-to-month so she could walk away without worrying about breaking a lease. All she needed was to grab her few keepsakes, throw them back in storage, pack a bag, and take off.

She walked around the room, trying to plan where she could go. In order to avoid a trail, she'd have to continue using cash. She'd left her car at the bar, so she thought maybe if she flew to a different state, she could evade them. She'd have to change her hair color again. Working so many late shifts and sleeping away the sunlight hours had left her pale, so maybe she could pull off red this time around.

She mentally inventoried what she wanted to bring with her. Tomorrow she could ask Alec to take her to put her keepsakes in storage, then she would be ready to leave at dawn the next morning. If Alec was still sleeping, hopefully she could sneak out without him noticing. This time, she would be the one leaving him behind.

*****

Alec got off the phone with the Chief and breathed a sigh of relief. They were in agreement: the hospital muggings were likely to find Ellie. A large crime syndicate would easily have the manpower to pull off such an operation, and since few muggers were ever caught, the simplicity of the scheme would have worked if they'd actually found the girl. However, the fact that she was never the one they mugged led to the continued spree and the eventual detection by the feds. Everything fit, the Chief was happy to have made some headway, and he was thrilled to be able to call and rub the solution in the feds' faces. The Chief loved being right. Of course, the evidence was nowhere near concrete, but it was better than anything anyone else had hypothesized.

He got up and went to the bathroom to rinse his face. He didn't have to work today, thank goodness, so he wanted to go pick up his mail and see if Jake's key had arrived and then check up on the condo for his friend. He hated putting tasks off until the last minute, so better to check it today and ease his friend's concerns than to let him wonder.

He'd take Ellie with him and see if she needed anything. Then he could keep an eye on her without making it too obvious that he was doing so.

"Ellie, I'm going to run a few errands. Wanna come with me?"

"Yes. Can we put some of my stuff in storage? I'm afraid that I'm going to have to move again and the less I have, the easier it will be."

She sounded sad about the prospect of moving yet again, so he agreed immediately. It had to be terrible to be on the run and so uncertain all the time. He personally would hate leading such a life, so her continued strength amazed him. If only he had the strength to tell her how resilient she was, maybe she'd realize that he only wanted to help. He sighed. Maybe a different day.

*****

Gabe Mendon sat on a bus stop bench, holding up a newspaper but really just gazing at people as they went about their lives. If his hunch was correct, the girl would be living near here. Once he or his men sighted her, they could canvass the area's bars to see if she had found a different job and keep people posted at likely buildings to find her.

The bargirls had informed him that Ellie was now quite thin, with brown hair and no glasses. Clever girl had changed her appearance, but that hadn't stopped him from finding her. He was far cleverer, and Davidson's resources were endless. They would find and return the bitch to Davidson, where she belonged and where the boss could punish her for daring to run.

A couple across the street caught his eye. They were walking out of a coffee shop and the girl's heavy coat, scarf, hat, and sunglasses made him wonder who would bundle up to that extent on a fairly nice day like today. The girl was thin enough to fit the description of Ellie he'd gotten from the women at the bar yesterday. Unfortunately he had no idea where they had been prior to the coffee shop, whether they had driven to the neighborhood or walked. He stood and decided to follow them when a bus pulled up on their side, blocking his view. When it pulled off, they were nowhere to be seen. He grabbed his phone.

"Boss, it's Mendon. I just had a sighting of someone matching the description of our girl. However, I lost her almost immediately... I'd like to get other guys to watch this neighborhood because I think it's where she's staying now...Yeah, call it a hunch, but it's better than nothing."

After the call ended, he paced around for a moment, planning how best to find and recapture the worthless bitch.

*****

Ellie was fuming. Despite her numerous attempts, Alec absolutely would not allow her out of his sight for even one moment. They had taken his car to deliver her items back to the storage unit, then had gone to Alec's place, where he simply grabbed his mail and filled a small bag with clothes before hustling them back to the car and then over to a different building, where he made her accompany him to someone's apartment just to turn back around and go back down. He'd said they were doing a favor for Jake, whose parents owned the place and had sent a bunch of stuff over. After arriving back at her own apartment, Alec had insisted on taking her out for coffee and pastries, and he had nagged at her until she finished both the large cappuccino and a very unhealthy pastry. He next demanded that he accompany her to the grocery store because he "couldn't let her take the bus alone." And he had purchased track phones for each of them so that they "could contact one another if separated." How in the world was she going to escape again with such a vigilant watchdog guarding her every move?

She paced her room furiously. She had already thrown some clothes and necessities into a duffel, so now she was left only with the hope that she could sneak out while he was sleeping. Otherwise, she would be stuck with him, and she could not tolerate being with him any more than she already had.

It was only just getting dark, so there was no way she could pretend to go to bed now, especially knowing that Alec would immediately sense how tense and wired she was. She needed to calm down and get her thoughts in line before he realized she was plotting. She had always been impressed by his ability to see right through her ruses.

She remembered game nights where they had played various games that required lying. Though she had been able to fool Jake and even Luisa on occasion, Alec had always been able to call her bluff. He read her better than she read herself sometimes it had seemed. And then he decided you weren't worth the hassle and left, she stamped out her fond memories as quickly as they came. Obviously Alec hadn't been able to read just how invested she was in the whole thing. If he'd known her as well as she thought he had, he obviously would have known she was beyond infatuated with him. Instead, he deemed distance an insurmountable peak and decided they should part as friends.

So I did keep some facts from him. He never knew the depth of my feelings, or how much I cared. That means he might not know my desire to thwart his watchdog tendencies and escape him. She thought maybe she could accomplish this, but it would be difficult. If Alec did catch on, she would be unable to leave due to his hyper vigilant ways.

Her thoughts had stopped roiling about, so she knew she could now present a calm façade to Alec. The subterfuge slightly amused her, for the idea of sneaking out past a cop, let alone Alec, would have been reprehensible to her in college.

*****

"Alec?"

He hopped up from the couch and walked over to her room, pausing in the doorway.

"What's up?"

"How long do you think you'll be here?"

"Well, now that I have clothes, I figured I could just stay a few days and we could keep low while I communicate with the Chief and figure out the best way to keep you safe."

"Ok, so if you're going to be here awhile, do you want a dresser drawer or something for your clothes? Or do you prefer living out of a bag?"

For a moment, Alec was taken aback. He'd strongly suspected that she would resist him staying there and take pleasure in seeing him live out of a bag on a couch. "Yeah, that would be nice. Thank you." Still confused with her sudden kindness, he turned to go get his bags, not seeing the sly smile sneak across her face.

That had been far easier than Ellie had anticipated. She had decided to go for the false progress route. He would think she was growing comfortable with his presence, sleep soundly, and then she could sneak out. It wasn't the best plan in the world, but it was something.

Alec returned shortly with his clothes and threw them in the designated drawer, then they both went to the living room and turned on the television. Ellie curled up in one corner of the couch while Alec sat on the opposite end. He selected a comedy they had once watched together. She had found it funny at the time, he remembered.

Ellie refused to laugh this time though. Did he even remember the night they watched this movie? It was ingrained in her memory. After spending the two hours laughing, they'd finally grown quiet at the credits, which were accompanied by a cheesy love song. She remembered he had started softly singing it then. She had been such an idiot, thinking that was the cutest thing ever. Now she just tried to focus on staying relaxed, so she mostly ignored the movie, though Alec's laughter was harder to ignore. Closing her eyes, she decided to try for a nap.

After a particularly humorous scene, Alec looked over to gauge Ellie's response, only to find her sleeping. Maybe she really was getting more comfortable with him being there. Getting up, he grabbed the blanket he'd thrown over the back of the couch and carefully tucked it around her. She'd always slept cold in the past.

He went and poured himself some water from the kitchen before returning to the couch, where, despite the early hour, he too soon succumbed to slumber.

*****

Ellie woke up and looked around blearily. She hadn't meant to sleep more than a few minutes, but apparently it had been a few hours. Alec was sleeping as well, though since she had taken up part of the couch, he had just stretched his legs out on the coffee table. He was pretty soundly asleep it seemed. Time to escape.

Tip-toeing to her room, Ellie grabbed her bag and turned for the door, then back to her dresser. The track phone was there, and while she didn't really want to take it, it would probably be wise to have some form of communication just in case. She could call Alec from wherever she landed and tell him she was safe at least. Then he could go back to his life. The phone was off, so she just tossed it in the duffle, then eased herself out of the apartment as quietly as possible.

It was only a few blocks to the bus stop, so hopefully she could get there and move on with her life before Alec woke up.

*****

"Mendon, we've got a sighting of a thin, dark-haired female in the right neighborhood. Carrying a small duffle bag and alone."

"Follow her. Capture if you can and keep me updated. The boss wants her alive so stay smart."

"Roger." Two shadows detached themselves from the wall of a nearby alley, keeping back far enough from the woman to remain nonchalant but staying close enough so that they could eventually corner her in a different alley or neighborhood. Elated, they both knew that capturing this girl would likely elevate them in both Mendon's eyes and in the big boss's. Luckily "alive" didn't mean "unharmed" because first they wanted to have some fun.

*****

People were still out on the streets, mostly drunks who were heading home after last call and folks who worked later shifts. It wasn't crowded, but seeing anyone walking around made Ellie feel better. She didn't want to be the only one out since that would be suspicious if Mendon or his men were around.




Reunited Ch. 06



Passing an alley, Ellie heard scuffling and wondered if there could be rats or something. Shuddering, she hurried forward, though she looked behind her a few times to ascertain that Alec hadn't followed somehow. Finally, she let out a sigh of relief. She had actually evaded a cop! She could laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

Then suddenly she heard footsteps rushing up from behind, then felt the cold metal of a knife at her throat as she was yanked into an alley. No! She kicked out behind her, connecting with someone's knee and hearing a satisfying grunt from the knife wielder as he released her. Quickly, she ran back toward the alley's entrance, only a man came running around the corner and threw her to the ground. Her head slammed backward and she saw stars, but she forced herself back up. Now there were two and one had a knife. She was screwed.

Remembering basic self-defense, she looked for an opening to run away or do quick damage. A knee or foot to the groin, perhaps, or going for the knees again.

"Stay away from me," she warned as she tried to back away from both. The alley was too narrow and she quickly felt the wall behind her.

"You hurt my knee, you bitch! Plus Mendon wants you. You're coming with us whether you want it or not." That came from the knife guy. The other seemed like the hulking silent type.

"Let me go. I'm not who you want. I don't know who that person even is."

This garnered her a pause as the two henchmen glanced at one another. It was now or never, so she quickly tried to dodge between them, but the silent one grabbed her arm and brought her back against the wall, where he held her. The talker sidled over.

"It's no use resisting. Larry here is stronger and quicker than you'll ever be."

"But I'm not the person you want. Let me go!"

"You might not be the girl Mendon wants, but now that we have you, we might as well have some fun with you." To Larry he said, "Let her go, Lar."

Unhanded, she looked from Knife to Larry and back. Larry backed up, still standing between her and the alley entrance, but not as close to her as before. Knife seemed to be waiting for her to make her move. He tossed his weapon from hand to hand, biding his time. Hesitating, Ellie waited for the weapon to be in the air before feinting toward Knife, turning, and running toward the alley. She would have made it, but she tripped over an uneven portion and went sprawling forward. No! She let out a scream of terror and frustration as she felt the men run up beside her.

Quickly, she regained her footing and tried to run again, but Knife was too close. He swiped at her, and from the sting on her back, he must have been successful at least once. Then she was yanked back by her shirt. Larry had grabbed it. Kicking and flailing, she made contact with both a few times, but also felt the sting of small slices along her arms and torso. Larry released her again, but Knife kept swiping as she backed up, successfully making contact several times.

Ellie dodged right, then tried running left, but Larry had anticipated her move this time, and he threw her to the ground. Her head bounced again and darkness overwhelmed her.

*****

Alec paced on the sidewalk in front of the apartment, thoughts frantic as he dialed the number to Ellie's cell phone yet again. He had no clue how long she'd been gone, or why she thought it was a good idea to go run errands after dark. Why hadn't she left a note or called? He hung up and placed the phone back in his pocket. He knew he needed to calm down and approach the situation logically. His first step would be to walk around the neighborhoods nearby. Maybe she had walked to one of the all-night diners to get some grub. She'd always loved pancakes. Maybe she just wanted to walk around and enjoy the fresh air and her phone had died. Or maybe she didn't call or leave a note because she's taken off. He hated to admit it, but that possibility was better than others he could fathom.

As he strode purposefully through the streets, he was amazed at how still everything was. For a bustling city, this neighborhood was fairly quiet after dark. He was just about to turn back when he heard a scream. His blood chilled at the sound, for he knew Ellie's voice better than almost anyone else's and this was clearly her screaming, a sound he'd heard only twice before, both when she was overcome with terror. The scream had echoed, so she had to be in an alley somewhere ahead. He ran toward the noise as quietly and quickly as possible, but his thoughts remained in the past for a few moments longer.

Ellie had always been a fan of pranks, and once she'd gotten to know him, she had turned her attention toward this new prey. For a straight week she had done every trick in the book, culminating in stealing his car key, throwing it in a bowl of water, and freezing it into a block of ice. He'd known that any prank he pulled would need to top hers, so he had bribed the RA on El's floor to let him into her room. Then he hid in the closet and waited for her to return from class. After she'd been working on homework for ten minutes, he had jumped out and grabbed her. Poor Ellie had been completely unprepared for the attack; she jumped out of her seat screaming and fell backwards before curling into a ball and crying. He had her sleep at his place that night so he could snuggle her while she slept and hopefully make her feel safe. He'd felt so guilty afterward that he brought her flowers and a little stuffed bear the next day. Hearing that terrified scream again twice this week was agonizing. He hadn't kept her safe at all.

He was approaching an alley now, so he slowed and listened. He'd heard no more screams in the past thirty seconds, but he'd also been running and breathing harder. Through the silence, he heard some rustling noises but not from this alleyway. It had to be the next one. As he came to the corner of the alley, he stopped and wished he was on duty so he could have his gun, then peered around the edge. This was the right alley. He could see two men standing over something on the ground. Shit. That something could only be Ellie.

Hoping the element of surprise would be enough for him to win this fight, he barreled down the alley and tackled the closest thug, crashing into the wall with him. The man put up no resistance and seemed dazed as he slid to the ground, so he focused on the other, who was kicking the woman at his feet. Infuriated, Alec ran over.

"Get away from her, you worthless sack of shit!" The man turned and Alec punched him harder than he'd ever punched a man in his life. The thug's nose started spewing blood and he slumped to the ground unconscious, a metallic clanging noise accompanying his hollow thump as a knife clattered down with him. Returning his gaze to the other guy, Alec noticed he was still shaking his head, confused. Maybe he'd hit the wall head-first and had a concussion. No matter what the diagnosis, Alec had just gotten extremely lucky. Bending down, he grabbed the knife and a duffle bag from the ground, threw the knife in the bag, then scooped up Ellie as carefully as possible. He knew moving her was risky, but staying in the alley with those goons was a higher risk.

He rushed back toward the apartment and his car, praying all the while that Ellie was not too badly hurt.

*****

Alec carried an unconscious Ellie into the building of Jake's new condo. Since it was in Jake's name, Davidson would have no way to trace it to Ellie, but the next day he would need to go purchase some additional locks and other security devices for the place. After what he had just witnessed, there was no way in hell either of them could return to her apartment or even that neighborhood.

How the hell did she become involved with that asshole? The question continually pounded through his mind. The Ellie he had known would never date someone so foul; he couldn't fathom what had changed that would cause her to do so. I mean, what type of man would send people to do this to a defenseless woman?

The apartment itself was a two bedroom on the fifth floor and the elevator now had a sign declaring it was out of order. Of course. Alec remembered a similar situation in college. Ellie had lived on the top floor of one of the older dorms then, and although they had a shared group of friends, they hadn't talked to each other very often, though he had often enjoyed teasing her to make her blush.

One night as their group of friends was leaving the bleachers after a basketball game, she'd slipped on a spilled soda, fallen down a few steps, and couldn't rise to her feet.

"Need help, darlin'?" he'd asked her when he noticed her struggles to get up.

"No, I'm fine. Thanks though." She'd tried to smile nonchalantly at him but her eyes had tears in them and her chin quivered a bit. She tried again to stand up, using the railing and putting all her weight on one foot. This time she managed to get upright.

"You don't have to wait. I'm sure I can manage."

"Oh I'm sure you can, but my dad would be awfully angry with me if I left a damsel in distress."

At that, she'd put a hand on her hip, careful to keep a tight grip on the railing with the other hand. "I am not in distress. I just slipped. I'll be perfectly fine in a minute."

"Uh huh. Whatever you say."

With a stubborn look in her eyes, Ellie had put the foot she'd been favoring down on the next step, but as she put her weight on it, she'd grimaced then gasped as first the pain hit her and then her ankle started to give out. She had lurched forward, clearly falling again, when Alec caught her around the waist.

"Now can I help you?" he'd asked as sarcastically as possible.

"Yes, thank you," she'd said primly. "But I only need help getting down the bleachers. I'm sure I'll be fine once I'm on even ground."

Rolling his eyes, Alec had offered her his arm, which she accepted. With his help, she made it to the bottom of the bleachers without sustaining any further damage, but when she tried to shrug him off, he'd protested.

"Look, I know you think you're fine, but I'd feel a lot better if you just accepted my help. At least you'll get back to your dorm more quickly. It's cold out; do you really want to spend three times as long in the icy wind?" With that, he'd placed his arm around her waist to give her the added support she needed to walk.

Keeping her eyes trained on the ground, Ellie had shaken her head and relented, allowing him to assist her on the entire walk back to her dorm. Alec had always enjoyed teasing the girl and he had found her attractive for quite a while; therefore having his arm around her was quite a pleasant sensation to him. She was thin, but still had some fantastic curves, and she was soft, not muscular and hardened like the female athletes he'd dated previously.

Lost in the sensation of actually being in contact with her, he hardly noticed the time it took to reach her dorm. Once there, she tried to pull away from him yet again, but he stopped her. "Ellie. There's no elevator in this building, so unless you live on the first floor, you're going to need help getting to your room. Which floor is your room on?"

"The top," she'd mumbled, flushing with embarrassment at her weakness and at how the close proximity of Alec had felt. Though Alec hadn't known it until later, she had been very attracted to him at the time and the nearness of him had made her all flustered, particularly since she felt so foolish for hurting herself and so guilty for keeping him from his own activities.

He'd chuckled. "Well let's get you on up there, darlin'." He helped her through the lobby doors and to the staircase before pausing for a moment, then he quickly yet gently swept her up in his arms. Ellie had protested slightly but she'd quickly realized that he seemed capable of carrying her. Once they'd gotten to her floor, he didn't set her down but rather walked to her room.

"It's unlocked," she'd said quietly, so he had been able to walk right in and carefully put her down on her bed.

"Thank you. You didn't have to do that."

"I'm not finished yet."

"What do you mean?" She'd finally lifted her head and met his eyes.

"I want to make sure you'll be alright, ok?" She nodded slowly. "Good. Can we take a look at your ankle? Is that what you hurt?" She'd nodded again.

He sighed. "Not very talkative are you? Okay, well do you need help changing into pajamas?"

She'd flushed the deepest red he'd ever seen on her, prompting him to immediately apologize.

"I'm sorry, Ellie. I didn't mean that in a perverted way. But if you need to ice or wrap your ankle it might be better if you're already in your pajamas. That's all I meant. I'll step outside and let you change. Just call me back in once you're changed, please."

With that, he'd stepped outside the room and closed the door behind him. In a minute he'd heard her call his name.

"Okay. I'm ready now."

He had walked back in and noticed her sitting on the bed in a t-shirt and sweatpants. She'd removed her socks and shoes and had let her hair down from its ponytail as well. Alec had inspected her ankle, found an ice pack in her freezer, and made her use it.

"It's definitely swelling. Did you really think you could make it back here and up the stairs by yourself?"

She'd flushed again, though not as deeply, shaking her head. "No, but I didn't want to inconvenience anybody."

"Ellie, we're your friends. You getting hurt worse would be far more of an inconvenience than having us help you for a few minutes. Do you need anything else?"

She shook head yet again.

He'd turned to walk out then, and she'd quietly thanked him.

The next morning she had texted him, "Thanks again for helping me. Sorry you had to carry me up all the stairs."

He'd responded, "No problem. Just make sure you tell all your friends how I literally swept you off of your feet! ;)" That text led to more, and the two had quickly realized their growing attraction for one another and had begun dating. He remembered her as she was then: not nearly as shy and embarrassed as she'd originally seemed, Ellie had been a bit of a talker and often challenged or teased him right back once she'd gotten to trust him. She didn't take herself too seriously, either. Instead she would crack jokes about her own imperfections, others' experiences, and life in general, always looking for a chance to make her friends smile.

Alec smiled as he remembered it. This situation was strangely similar to their first encounter, except this time she was unconscious and likely injured beyond a slightly sprained ankle. That thought quickly removed his smile and caused him to take the stairs more quickly. Finally he arrived at the apartment door. Carefully juggling Ellie, he was able to grab the key from his pocket and unlock the door without jarring her too much.

Taking her inside, Alec carried Ellie to the closest bedroom, where a bed was ready, complete with sheets and spare blankets at the foot. Alec paused. He wanted to lay her on the bed, but she was in bad shape and he didn't want to ruin the sheets. Oh hell, he decided, Jake won't mind if the sheets are ruined if it means that she's alright.

He pulled back the covers, set her down, went to the bathroom, and began running water for a bath. Returning to the room, he grabbed sweats from the dresser that looked Jake's size, then got a towel from the linen closet and went back to the bathroom, where he grabbed a rag and rested it on the edge of the tub before turning the water off.

Back in the bedroom, he now faced a challenge: he needed her clothing removed so he could assess her injuries, but he felt like a prick taking an unconscious girl's clothing off. It's not like you've never seen her naked before, he told himself. Just think of her like you would a fellow officer hurt in the line of duty.

Now that he was in the right mindset, he carefully cut her clothes off using his pocketknife. Though he knew she would likely be upset at their ruin, the armed thug had sliced through them with his knife already, plus Alec figured he had jostled her enough by carrying her, running, and driving to get her away. If she were more seriously injured than he anticipated, their escape could have harmed her further.

He slit through her jeans, shirt, and under-clothing before examining her body with a clinical eye. Bruises were already blossoming on her legs, which otherwise looked fine. Her arms were pretty scraped up and also had some bruising and a couple shallow cuts, but nothing was swollen. As he assessed her torso, however, a sudden urge to punch her attackers again came over him. He breathed in deeply to steady himself.

The asshole had gotten a few good swipes at Ellie with that knife he'd dropped, so she was covered with drying blood. Luckily none of the cuts looked particularly deep; she likely wouldn't require any stitches. There were extensive bruises to her midsection forming, and he would bet money that she had at least three broken ribs from that guy kicking her. Seeing her laid out without clothing revealed to him how thin she'd gotten. He could count her ribs and her hipbones were protruding.

Her hair was also caked with blood. Alec remembered seeing her on the ground, so maybe she'd hit her head, but he couldn't see an obvious injury under all of her hair. He'd have to rinse it prior to inspecting it, but she didn't seem to be bleeding anymore, which was a good sign. He rolled her over onto her stomach to check for any more cuts on her back.

The guy had done more damage to her back than to her front. Her shoulder blades were covered in the blood of at least two deeper cuts, some of which were still bleeding. Those might require stitches if the bleeding doesn't stop soon. I only hope Jake's parents stocked a decent first aid kit. Alec could perform basic stitches: his father had been a doctor and had showed his son some of the tricks of the trade. He'd instilled in Alec that one could never learn too much and that knowledge could save a man's life. Thank goodness he taught me some emergency skills. If I took her to a hospital, those men would find her again. Or if not them, others would. Somehow, he knew this fact in his gut. Ellie was safer with him than she would be in a hospital, and he was hoping that she was in better shape than he had originally anticipated.

Good God she's so skinny now, he thought yet again as he looked down on her. He remembered how beautifully sexy her soft curves had been before; now he could see far too many bones for his taste. Her shoulder blades protruded, he could see her spine. She'd never been anywhere near overweight, but back then he'd only been able to see her ribs when she'd been arching her back in pleasure.

"What have you done to yourself, Ellie Burns?" he whispered. Forcing himself back into the impersonal mindset, he rolled her back over on her back and carefully picked her up, taking her to the bathroom. He started to place her in the tub but realized that she wouldn't be able to sit up since she was unconscious. Should she be waking up soon? He was starting to worry that she'd been out too long. Her breathing was regular, though, and he could feel her pulse, which was neither excessively fast nor super slow. He couldn't check for internal injuries and bleeding though, which worried him.

Calm down and focus on getting her cleaned up. He kicked his shoes off and got into the tub, clothes and all, bringing Ellie with him. Fortunately he hadn't run the water too long, so the tub didn't overflow. He rested her back against his chest, grabbed a washcloth, dunked it in the water, and started to rinse her arms gently. After a few moments, he felt her stirring, so he stopped washing her. He didn't want to be touching her when she woke up.




Reunited Ch. 06



*****

Ellie opened her eyes groggily, then closed them again. Her head was killing her and the lights were bright. After another moment, she tried again, more slowly this time so as to allow her eyes time to adjust. Now that she stopped focusing on the pain in her head, she felt that she was in warm water and resting against—she turned her head slowly to look back and realized that she was lying against a man. Not just any man, but Alec.

"Am I dreaming?" she blurted out.

"Nah, but it's good to know I'm in your dreams," he wiggled his eyebrows at her and grinned mischievously.

Ellie groaned and looked down. "I'm naked?" She paused, remembering. "You found me."

"Why can't you just for once listen to me, Ellie?! If I hadn't woken up or if I'd been too late..." His voice trailed off and he closed his eyes, imagining how the scene could have been so much worse.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, ashamed of her pitiful escape attempt.

Alec knew she'd be wondering, so he told her what had happened. "I'm sorry, but I had to remove your clothes to assess damage. I promise I wouldn't have done so otherwise.

She stayed silent, just nodding her head to acknowledge he was right.

"You are hurt, though. Can I help you wash your back at least? You have cuts there and I'd like to rinse off the blood so I can see how deep they are. Then I'll get out and you can have the bathroom to yourself."

Ellie found herself nodding in agreement. She started to lean forward, but gasped and stopped as she realized just how bad of shape her ribs were in.

Taking a deep breath—which hurt a lot—she persisted, crossing her arms to cover her chest and resting her forehead on her knees. She knew he couldn't see anything from behind, but she was still unnerved by him seeing her naked at all.

After a moment's hesitation, she felt the washcloth on her shoulders. The warm water felt good and Alec was gentle with the cloth so as to minimize her discomfort. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. It had been so stupid to run off like that and expect to be safe. She should have known they would be there. Maybe being with Alec was better than running away from her problems again. Maybe.

*****

Alec hesitated as Ellie leaned forward. The new position brought even more attention to her body's thinness. He felt ill but forced himself to ignore it and wash her. He started with her shoulders and tried to remain gentle, but after a couple swipes of the cloth, he had to use more force to get the blood off.

"I'm going to be a little rougher to get the blood off now. Just a warning."

She nodded so he put more pressure on the cloth. This time, as he wiped down her back, the dried blood came off completely. He ran the rag down her back again, this time noticing irregularities in her skin tone.

"Ellie," he said as he continued washing her, "what's on your back?"

She didn't answer but he felt her tense under his hands. After a moment, however, her back was devoid of blood and he could study her skin more closely.

"Where did you get all of these scars?" He carefully kept his tone light, but inside he was already coiled with rage.

She still didn't answer him.

"I'm serious! What the hell happened to your back? It's covered in scars."

"I know," she said quietly. "He was angry with me the first few times I tried to leave. The third time, he whipped me."

Alec went completely still. He even held his breath for a moment as the information sank into his mind. "He did what to you?"

"He had a whip that he used with his whores," she spat out the last word. "When his guys brought me back, he told them to leave, tied me down, and whipped me."

Alec swallowed. There were too many lashes to count. "How many times?"

"I don't know. I passed out after about ten, I'm such a wuss," her voice broke. "He, um, continued for a long while after I passed out, I heard. One of the servants eventually stopped him. She asked him to whip her instead because otherwise he'd kill me." She paused, her voice sad. "I never got to thank her. She disappeared within a week."

"You are not weak, you hear me? You survived and you eventually escaped. Many wouldn't have the strength to do so, but here you are, still fighting to stay away from the bastard."

Ellie said nothing. She knew the truth. If she'd been strong, she'd have never fallen for Davidson's tricks in the beginning. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Els? Do you understand?"

Still no response. Alec put his hand on her shoulder and lightly shook it. "Ellie, please answer me at least. I need to know you're still conscious."

This time she shuddered. He reached forward and grabbed her. Since she was still curled up, he was able to maneuver her around to face him. Though her head was still on her knees, he could tell she was crying silently.

"Ellie? It's okay. You're safe now." He gathered her into his arms, trying to comfort her, but she stiffened under his touch. She still didn't trust him. He felt a pang of anger. He just wanted her safe.

"Okay, do you feel like you can stand up and take a shower?"

She nodded, then spoke up, her voice full of tears. "May I have a few moments first? Please?"

"Of course. I'll go get some dry clothes, then I'll come back and see if you need help."

He got up, dried himself with a towel as best he could, and walked back across the hall to scrounge up some clothing for himself. He then returned to the bathroom, still in his dripping clothes. She hadn't moved, but wasn't noticeably shuddering anymore. Luckily, her wounds looked to have stopped bleeding. It seemed her cuts would heal just fine without stitches. Thank goodness those men were such ineffective idiots. They probably only got her unconscious by surprising her.

"Ok, here's the plan. I'm going to help you stand. Then I'll turn on the shower, close the curtain, and start changing. I think you can soap yourself and deal with your hair, but I need you to keep talking to me so I know you don't need my help, alright?"

She nodded.

"That's not talking."

"That's fine," she whispered.

He pulled the plug to let the dirty water run down the drain, stood her up, and turned the shower on before pulling the curtain closed.

"So it's been a long time since we've actually talked. Do you still like the same movies? You didn't seem interested in the one last night."

"Yes."

He had finished removing his wet clothes and started drying off as he said, "I bet Jake's parents stocked some good ones. You had similar movie tastes as Jake, right?"

"Uh huh."

"Do you want to maybe watch a movie while you eat?" he asked as he dried himself.

"Ok."

"Do you still like Hamburger Helper?"

As he put his boxers on, he could hear a little life in her voice as she answered that one. He'd be willing to bet she was smiling as she said yes.

Now he was putting dry pajama pants on over his boxers.

"What about tv shows? What's your favorite these days?"

No answer.

"Ellie?"

He ripped the curtain open and saw her leaning against the wall, her face looking almost green.

"Hey are you ok?"

"Dizzy. I think I might throw up."

"It's okay." He reached over and turned off the water, then grabbed a towel and leaned in to get her. He wrapped the towel around her before scooping her out of the tub and sitting her on the floor. "Can you kneel in front of the toilet?" She nodded weakly and did so with his support.

He held her hair with one hand and rubbed an arm with the other, taking care to not touch any areas where she'd been cut or kicked. In the next few minutes, she vomited a few times, then relaxed against the toilet.

"Better?"

"Yeah...so sorry."

"It's fine. The good news is that you didn't bring up any blood. That actually makes me feel better. The bad news is that you could have a concussion. I think you hit your head hard during that fight." He grabbed some toilet paper for her to wipe her mouth.

"I'm going to get you a glass of water. Stay here until I get back, ok?"

She nodded, but it wasn't as weakly as before, which made him feel relieved.

He got her a cup from the kitchen cabinet and filled it with water. When he brought it to her, she was able to rinse out her mouth without any help, so he put out his hand to help her stand.

Warily, she accepted his hand and stood. Though at first she looked strong, her face drained of color again a moment later. The towel dropped as she fell forward, but he was there and wrapped his arms around her, pressing her to his chest.

"You okay, missy?"

He felt her nod, but more importantly, he also felt her body against his. She was naked now, which her bare chest pressed against his upper abdomen. Though she was painfully thin, he'd never lost his attraction for her and having her naked in his arms was proving to be even more of a turn-on than he had imagined.

"Well this is an interesting situation," he said to her. "Do you need to throw up again?"

She shook her head.

"Ok, good. Do you think you can walk to the living room? It's about ten feet away."

"Maybe if you help me." Her voice was weak still. What had happened to the strong, sassy woman he'd known? The Ellie he'd met in college would have tried to deny him the opportunity to help just to show off her independence.

He leaned her against a wall, bent down to retrieve her towel, and wrapped her in it again. "Would you like me to carry you out to the couch?"

"No," she quickly asserted. "I can walk. I just need a little help to stay balanced." Though still weak, her voice had a slight edge as she finally demonstrated some independence.

Maybe she's still in there somewhere after all. The thought made him smile.

***** 



Reunited Ch. 07



Flipping on the television, Alec found a show the two had watched together back in college. "You still like this one, Els?" She'd nodded with a small smile before taking up one corner of the couch and curling up with a grimace. That position had to hurt her ribs, but it was one she always took when tired. "You can't sleep yet, darlin'. I don't know if you have a concussion or not, so we need to make sure you stay awake awhile." He scooted over next to her. "Come on. No curling up in the corner tonight." She sat up, leaning back slowly against the couch. 

"Do you want some Tylenol?"

"No. It's fine."

Alec smiled to himself and tried to force himself to relax. He was still keyed up from the night's events, but he didn't want Ellie to feel any worse than she already did, so he tried to present an easy-going and caring front to cover his rage and dismay at the situation. He had called his boss in the car while driving over, though he'd glossed over how hurt Ellie had been since he didn't want to chance taking her to a hospital. One of his work buddies had texted him later saying that while the alley in question had shown signs of the struggle, the attackers had escaped. The Chief had said he could wait until the next day to come in with the knife and make a statement, and that he could take some files and work mostly from the apartment. 

For tonight though, he just needed to get Ellie to relax yet stay awake so he could keep monitoring her for signs of a concussion. That meant relaxing himself. He glanced down at her, but her eyelids were drooping. 

"Hey, darlin'. You've got to stay awake." He gently slid an arm around her, pulling her toward him as carefully as possible. "C'mon, Els. Stay awake for me." 

She shook her head clear and tried to focus on the television, but it was late and the day had been stressful. Alec started rubbing her arm, trying to keep her awake but it felt so soothing that it made her still sleepier. She nuzzled into his chest, too tired to care that they shouldn't be snuggling and too sore to want to move from that position. 

Alec gave up. She had thrown up, but other than that she seemed tired rather than concussed. He glanced at his phone; it was nearly three-thirty. No wonder she was so tired. He continued rubbing her arm. Though she was sleeping now, the action relaxed him. Feeling her softness against his chest and under his hands gave him certainty that she was safe. He traced her arm with his fingertips as unbidden, the image of the scars on her back came to mind. Taking a deep breath, he tried to dampen his rage, but he couldn't release his tension. Even though she was here and safe, she had been harmed, probably in ways far worse than a physical whipping. Just the thought of anyone doing that to her set off a boiling sensation in his veins. He needed some way—any way—to channel this anger. He couldn't let her see him this upset. 

He leaned down and softly kissed her hair. The action mollified him slightly. She was here now; that was the important thing. However, until the man who did this was behind bars—or dead would be fine too—he couldn't fully relax. He tuned back to the sitcom, trying to distract himself. It half worked, but the real distraction was the girl in his arms. After another episode, it was time for bed, so he awakened Ellie, asked her some basic questions to see how she was functioning, and helped her to her room and to the bed. After closing the door on his way out, he listened for a few minutes, and, hearing nothing but her even breathing, made his way to his own bed. 

*****

This time whimpers brought him out of his slumber. Though he was glad she wasn't screaming this night, he wished she weren't having nightmares at all as he hurried to her room. Opening the door, he rushed over to the bed, where Ellie had tangled herself in the sheets. 

"Els. Darlin' wake up. You're dreaming." He lightly shook her, rubbing her arm and forehead to try to wake her up, but she was solidly asleep. 

"Come on, dear. Wake up." Now he crawled into the bed alongside her. The jostling woke her and she rolled toward him, reaching out for comfort. "Hey. I'm here, ok?" he said as soothingly as he could. 

"Can you stay awhile? I'm afraid they'll come back for me," she whispered. 

"I'll be here as long as you need me, Els. No one will find you here, I swear." He stayed on his back and she lay next to him with her head resting on his shoulder. It was her favorite position for snuggling, he recalled. With one hand, he played with her hair, hoping the action would help lull her back to sleep. The other hand held hers against his chest, and both were asleep within minutes. 

*****

The next morning, Alec went to work as planned. Ellie had been sleeping peacefully when he left bright and early, so he hoped to finish and return before noon so that she wouldn't have to spend much time alone. Everything went as planned, and he returned to a suspiciously silent apartment. He figured Ellie would have awakened by then, so he strode to her room and knocked lightly. When he heard nothing, he opened the door. 

Ellie was lying prone on her bed, and her shoulders were shaking in silent sobs. 

"Oh honey," he stated softly. 

She heard and rolled over. "I'm sorry," she stammered. "I just...I thought I was dreaming but everything really did happen and I woke up and it all came back." She sat up, wiping at her face as silent tears continued to stream out of her eyes. 

Alec sat himself on the foot of the bed, sitting cross-legged and facing her. "Do you want to tell me about everything?"

She shook her head, but before he could protest, she continued, "I don't want to, but I suppose I should. Gosh, where do I start?"

After a quick pause, she started on the tale. 

*****

Mendon was incensed. His men had had her, and somehow she'd gotten away again. He'd called hospitals searching for his "sister Ellie," but no one bearing her description had been admitted. It seemed she had a helper from the story his guys told. Perhaps the man who had so easily beaten them could also take care of the girl? 

The boss was livid. Mendon had made that call himself, knowing he'd need to deliver those words himself because Davidson would have killed the others immediately. He always killed first and asked questions later. Except with the girl. If only Mendon had permission to throttle her, he would. That would solve all their problems, really. Davidson had countless whores as well as numerous women after him. Yet this inconsequential, insipient female was the one he wanted enough to keep alive despite her escape and the disappearance of the ledger. 

Of all the men in Davidson's circle, only Mendon truly understood the consequences of the loss of the ledger. If that fell into the authorities' hands, they might as well handcuff themselves because eventually it would lead straight to them and to further incriminating evidence. 

It was imperative to catch the bitch, so he devised a plan, one that would give his men access to every apartment building in the vicinity. Ellie hadn't been in any hospitals, and since the guys had reportedly roughed her up pretty badly, the fella who'd saved her had to live pretty close to the area where she been caught. He was ready for this to be over, and—no matter what the boss wished—he didn't care if the whore was brought in alive or dead. 

*****

Though it took her awhile to start flowing, the story came out of Ellie, for the first time ever. Sure she had given some of it to the small team who had taken the ledger and the case, but never had she opened up and shared her life with Rob before. 

Alec listened as she recounted the months after they had split. They had kept in touch for a couple months since she was taking classes and found a summer job, but once his job had started, he'd had less time and had thought he was over her, so some of this was new. 

Ellie had done well in her classes, found comfort in working, working out, and knowing that she was graduating soon. She'd started her medical school applications, applying to a handful of schools around the country with the option to apply to more later in the application season. During the semester, she had interviewed at those schools and received acceptances, so she worked on deciding where to attend based on cost and location. 

After graduating, she moved to the town of her school of choice and found a volunteer opportunity in the emergency department of a hospital there. She found an apartment within walking distance of her school and began to acquaint herself with the area. 

Then Ellie paused in her story. 

"Els?"

"It's ok, I just needed a minute. I haven't talked this much in ages." 

She took a deep breath and winced as her ribs protested the move, "I had met a few girls in the area, and they all wanted to go out for drinks at a nearby ritzy bar. I knew I wouldn't be able to afford it, but they said the guys at these bars buy drinks freely because they're rich, so I figured I could score a free drink or two from some desperate guy, you know?

"We got there, and after a few minutes, the guys flocked over, and one in particular seemed interested. I tried to flirt—oh it was embarrassing—but he seemed beguiled and bought me a second and a third drink. Then we were dancing, and after a few hours, he asked to take me home. I declined, saying I don't go home with strangers, and he looked offended and left. 

Well a few days later, a huge batch of flowers shows up at my apartment, with a note saying 'Let's Not Be Strangers' or something like that, and he spent the next couple months trying so hard that I figured I had to give him a shot. He was the first man interested in me since..." she trailed off. 

"Since me." 

Ellie nodded, and Alec pondered her words. It would be hard for anyone to remain aloof in that situation. Ellie had undoubtedly been lonely, and—though he hated to admit it—she could have still been hurting from their relationship. Male attention would be a welcome respite from those feelings. 

"So he charmed his way in and you agreed to date him."

Ellie sighed, "I was so flattered, you see. Idiotic really, but the idea that someone who could have any girl in the world yet wanted me? It was a heady feeling. Of course, my girlfriends were all a titter about how rich he was once they figured out who it was. That didn't help because they all encouraged it. No one could see what he was underneath that charm." 

"When did it change?"

"We'd dated a few months, and everything was great. He'd been a perfect gentleman, never pushing for anything beyond a kiss on the cheek, buying me gifts...he secured the best study room on campus for me and my friends by bribing someone. At the time I was a giddy schoolgirl because I had no worries. Everything was provided for me, I was doing well in school, my friends were able to reap the benefits as well so they loved him, naturally. Then one day I refused to attend something with him; I think I wanted to go home and visit my family. He went berserk; he'd been waiting all along for that moment, wanting to see how I'd react. We fought bitterly and I wanted to leave and then he just hauled off and backhanded me." 

She brought her hand to her cheek, as though feeling it again. "I was so surprised, I didn't even have time to recover, I just fell to the ground. My lip was bleeding; I could taste blood, but I couldn't figure out what had just happened." 

Alec watched her eyes grow distant, haunted as she relived the turning point. He wanted to interrupt, but he figured this was hard enough to get through without losing momentum. 

"He, umm...well he was excited by this turn in events. I was so dazed and shocked that I hardly noticed him pick me up. I thought maybe he was taking me to the bathroom to let me clean my face or that he was apologizing somehow, but he brought me to his bedroom. I'd seen it in passing but hadn't been there; we always just cuddled on the couch in his home theater. We hadn't done anything physical really." 

Ellie shut down, stopped talking, just looked at her hands with horror in her eyes. 

Alec realized what must have happened, he knew what had to have followed, but he needed to hear everything. Just as he was about to prompt her, she gathered herself and continued on her own. 

"That ended that night. I was so shocked, I didn't even protest. I should have fought it, screamed, anything," she trailed off again. 

"It wouldn't have stopped him. You couldn't have stopped it." 

"You're right," she said, looking up into his eyes. "I lay there afterward—everything hurting, my thoughts spiraling out of control, wondering what had just happened and knowing the answer but refusing to accept it. And he got up, caressed my cheek, and said I brought it on myself, that I had deserved what just happened, and that he had been lenient with me. That sounded...wrong...but my mind accepted it, at least for the moment. I had no other explanation.

"So I cleaned myself up, went home, and tried to avoid thinking about it. We had a midterm in our advanced physiology course coming up, so I spent the week studying, avoiding everyone. No one thought anything of it because that was our most challenging class. We were all avoiding everyone because the semester was picking up pace. I took that exam, somehow passed despite my brain still being in a fog, and Rob wanted to go out and celebrate. We went to a fancy restaurant and it all felt normal again. I wondered if maybe I had imagined it all, but I'd been wearing makeup for days to cover up a bruise and my lip.

We had dessert and he said, 'Come home with me tonight.' I declined politely, but I could see that wasn't what he wanted. He was angry when we left, and I was lost in my thoughts, so I didn't notice where we were going until we pulled up to his place. 

"We fought again, right there in the car. I refused to get out because I wanted to go home. He screamed at me for a minute, then went quiet and got out of the car. He came around and grabbed my arm, reached across to undo the seatbelt, and hauled me out of the car. I was kicking and fighting it but he slammed the door and then grabbed my arms and pushed me back against the car. I'll never forget what he said, 'You do what I want, when I want it, you little tease. You don't get to make decisions anymore.'

"His eyes were just so angry, and his hands were digging into my upper arms. I could hardly feel my hands because the circulation was being cut off. He released my arms and started kissing me fiercely. I could feel how hard he was and I was scared he was going to hurt me again, so I didn't kiss him back, but he pinched my nipple through the dress I was wearing and demanded I reciprocate, so I opened my mouth and bit his tongue hard."

Ellie smiled faintly, remembering her last true protest. "That wasn't what he had in mind. He leaned back, cursing, but didn't let me move away from the car. Then he redoubled his efforts but became gentle. He kissed my neck, rubbed my body through the dress, stroked my arms. My body was responding despite my fear and he started stroking my thigh with his hand. He knew what he was doing, and I finally let him kiss me on my mouth; he knew he'd won. He reached under the dress, moved my panties out of the way, and fingered me. He was a skilled lover, knew what buttons to press, where to touch with what pressure. Once I was dripping and ready, he unzipped his pants and took me right there against the car. He just kept repeating that I wanted this, wanted him, as he thrusted, and I did. I wanted it so badly, but I felt dirty for wanting sex, wanting him when I knew what he was capable of. 

"We went inside and spent the night in bed. Every time I thought we were done, he'd want more. And it actually felt good. He didn't hurt me, wasn't mean. He was tender and gentle and I responded to that. The next day, while I slept in, he sent his men to my place, and they gathered my books and clothes and brought them over. When I woke up, he told me I lived there now. Naturally, I tried to fight it, but I was afraid to put up much resistance because I didn't want him to turn back into the harsh Rob. Gentle Rob was better. He did let me put some items in storage, my personal effects that he 'didn't have room for'. He didn't want evidence of my life before him lying around. 

"I ran a few times, never getting very far. That brought out his harsh side, and he'd beat me or use me or something, saying the whole time that I wanted it and that if I didn't want it, why did I keep running? My only escape was school, but I couldn't tell anyone because I was ashamed at how sometimes I did want him and I knew he'd be angry if I told. Everyone was swamped with projects and exams, so no one noticed that I had become antisocial; we all had really. 

"After the time I was whipped, I didn't try to run again for two years, afraid he would kill me or someone else if I did. But then I knew I had to leave during the third year. I had seen that family killed, found the ledger in his office filled with what he was, what he did, and I had to run. I seduced him for once. He'd been upset trying to figure out where the ledger had gone, though I wasn't supposed to know why. I'd grown adept at sneaking around the estate and listening, so I knew his plans for the thief were worse than anything even I had endured. I thought to distract him, so I—" 

Now she lost that momentum she'd built up. Alec was tensed, coiled, every muscle ready to spring, but he had to get her to finish her story. "It's ok, Ellie. You did what you had to do." 

She nodded, then continued. "I went to his office, a place I wasn't normally allowed, but I knocked on the door and stood in the hallway wearing nothing except bruises from the night before when he'd been especially frustrated. The sight of me battered turned him on more than any other I think. Anyway, he grabbed my arm and brought me inside. We went to his desk, and I took off his clothing and seduced him, right there. We had sex three times before he was exhausted, and I asked if I could go to the mall and get an outfit for the following night's event. He said I could, and I ran to storage, grabbed my few items, and then left the car, my wallet, and everything except my personal stuff at the mall. I had overheard Rob telling Mendon, his right hand man, that a Gibson fellow was investigating a case that was too close to them. So I used all my change in a payphone to find that Gibson guy and he came and got me. Only he and one other girl were allowed to know my name or where I was, and the two of them set me up here. I found a job and I've been here ever since, moving only once when you and Jake found me."

They sat in silence for a while when Alec started to speak, "Ellie—" 

She cut him off. "Don't say anything. I'm glad I got out. That's what I try to focus on, you know? But...he was right! Sometimes I did want him. And I was so stupid for staying as long as I did. I thought I did deserve that treatment, and—"

Now he cut her off. "Ellie Burns!" Her eyes snapped up to his, filled with tears. "You did not deserve any of that, you hear me? That man is a foul, evil creature who could never in a million years come close to deserving a girl half as good as you." Seeing her shake her head, Alec moved from his perch at the end of the bed and settled next to her. "Come here, please."

Slowly, she crawled onto his lap and allowed him to wrap his arms around her slender frame. "Oh Ellie, someday you'll heal and believe me when I say this, but you are amazing and strong and you did what you had to do to survive that ordeal. No one will judge you for that. You held up better than most would and you escaped."




Reunited Ch. 07



She was crying now. "I was so afraid, all the time! And then, today, those men, they were going to take me right back to him, I know it. He won't let them kill me; he wants to do it himself."

"I'm not going to let anyone get you, Ellie. But you can't go running off alone. I can't keep you safe when you're not here with me."

"I know." She sounded so contrite. "I shouldn't have tried to run. It was my own fault I got caught and hurt. I deserv—"

"What did I just tell you, Els? You don't deserve any of this! You deserve a man who will love you and treat you right. A man who would never, ever hurt you."

He knew she didn't believe him, but hoped with time she'd heal more fully. What she really needed was a therapist, but he couldn't jeopardize her by letting someone else hear her story. Davidson had spies all over from the sounds of it. 

For now, all he could give her was tactile comfort and the space she needed to heal both physically and emotionally. He sat holding her for an hour, both lost in their thoughts, until Ellie stopped sniffling. She pulled away first, feeling stronger than she had in months. It was cathartic to release her tale and hear some reassurance, even if she didn't fully believe it. 

She hugged him quickly. "Thanks. For listening and for everything. I won't run again. I trust you." 

Alec's heart warmed to hear that. Now to just catch the asshole and kill him. No, he couldn't kill him despite his wishes. But they could contact this Gibson and start working together on the case now that Ellie was safe again and they'd linked her to the other cases. He would let his boss know the name of the guy and maybe they could get a case going. The sooner they caught the bastard, the better. 

*****

The two soon settled into a routine in the apartment. They would each wake up whenever and whoever made it to the kitchen first dished up breakfast for both of them. Alec went to work when he had to and stayed with Ellie when he could. He kept his boss updated on the situation, and the Chief was accommodating, particularly since he now had to deal with Gibson's team and needed Ellie to stay alive for that case to be successful. At night, the two would watch movies or read books, and Alec tried to make Ellie eat enough to gain weight, which was finally starting to work. 

The transformation after only a month was remarkable. Ellie's hair was starting to fade back to its normal color, he had to purchase new clothing for her as she filled out again, and he could no longer count her ribs when he looked over her injuries. She no longer cried out from nightmares, and had gained some of her inner strength and confidence back as the two bantered back and forth. 

The bantering had begun while watching reruns of a show both had loved while it was on. As soon as Ellie had seen the opening scene a week after the attack, she'd grinned. "This is my favorite episode of the later seasons." 

"You're serious? This was such a dumb premise."

Ellie had looked at Alec, shocked that he'd argued with her. They'd both been careful the past few days, hardly speaking except for the first two nights when Ellie had awoken screaming yet again. Both nights Alec had rushed in and held her until she'd calmed down and fallen asleep. 

"Yeah. I thought it was dumb at first too, but the last scene, the one where he realizes his idiocy and just wishes he could meet the woman of his dreams, it's so emotional, you know?"

He'd laughed at her, mocking her for being emotional. "You're such a girl," he'd teased. 

And that was when she'd thrown a pillow at him, smacking him right in the face. "You didn't just do that!" 

She'd raised her eyebrows. "A lady would never," she stated haughtily. 

"Oh ho! A lady, eh? Well, 'my lady', you've just started a war!" 

At that, Ellie had leapt up from the couch, seeking to run for the cover of her room. But Alec was right behind her. 

"You think I can't get revenge just because you're hurt? Ha!"

She'd squealed and giggled, but he caught up to her before she even reached the door. She turned toward him, still laughing. 

Backing her into the door, he stared down at her. "Wrong move, Burns." 

"What are ya gonna do about it?" she'd challenged, breathing deeply. 

"This." Bringing his face to hers, he looked deeply in her eyes. Her breath hitched, and he knew he'd just won. He gently caressed her cheek...and then licked her face. 

"Eww! Alec that's disgusting!" 

Even after washing her face and returning to her favorite spot on the couch, Ellie had shot him dirty looks the rest of the night. But her glares meant nothing to him. He'd won two battles that night. Firstly, revenge at being bitch-slapped by a fluffy throw pillow, and secondly, she had very clearly wanted him to kiss her. Even if she didn't realize it yet, she was still attracted to him, and that was the best win for him yet. 

That night was her first without nightmares, and Alec slept deeply. Feeling refreshed, he went to shower because he needed to go in for a few hours today. He turned the water to hot and hopped in. Just as he was shampooing, he heard a noise. 

"Ellie? Are you in here?"

The ensuing giggle warned him that something was amok, but he couldn't open his eyes until he rinsed out the shampoo. Turning into the water to rid his face of soap, he felt cold air hit him as the curtain whipped open. 

"Revenge is a dish best served COLD, Alexander!" 

And with that, she doused him with a bucket of ice water and then ran off giggling. 

With a yell, Alec jumped and nearly lost his footing. He closed the curtain hurriedly, but now the floor of the shower was covered in ice. He turned the heat up further to melt the ice, but it still took a few minutes of dancing back and forth from foot to foot before the shower was hot and ice free again. 

He shouted out, "You know this war will only end with you losing, madam!"

She giggled in response, clearly waiting outside the door and listening to his grunts and complaints that had finally ceased with the last of the ice. 

From there, they had fallen into their old prank wars. Though days went by without either getting surprised with a trick, both had their fair share of shocks and good-natured frustration. Laughter and shrieks were how Ellie responded each time, and Alec lived for the giggles when the prank was perfect. She was almost her old self with him now, only quiet during times when she was uncomfortable, such as when he checked her injuries from the night she had run. 

Tonight was one such night. Ellie was on her stomach without her shirt so he could check the healing progress of the deepest cuts. 

"These look pretty well healed. They're pretty much just scars now."

She'd nodded, still so quiet around him any time they were serious. 

"How are your ribs feeling?"

"Fine. They haven't been hurting as much recently, only when I breathe deeply."

"Mind rolling onto your back so I can see?"

She obliged. Seeing her topless before him, clad only in her bra and sleep shorts, made him draw in a shaky breath. Her body was beautiful and now she looked like she had almost gained back the weight she'd lost. Now she looked like he remembered from college. 

He ran a hand over her ribs, "Does this hurt at all?" 

"No, but if you put pressure on, it will." 

He nodded, then cupped her lace-covered breast. "How about this?" he asked, his voice growing husky. 

"Doesn't hurt." 

He pulled the bra cups down, swirling his thumbs over her nipples. "And this?" 

She sighed and closed her eyes.

He leaned forward, taking a nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. For a moment, she didn't respond, but then her nipple hardened and she arched her back, shoving more of her breast into his mouth and making him lose control. 

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. The feel of her breasts pressing up against his chest was divine, but his shirt was in the way. He took it off faster than he knew he was capable of doing and brought her back. 

"God you feel amazing." He captured her mouth with his own. After a moment, she opened her mouth, allowing him access to her tongue. He was practically panting at this point, and so incredibly hard. Her chest was heaving against his, her eyes closed. 

He returned his mouth to her breast, latching on and sucking a moment before teasing the nipple with his tongue. Ellie moaned and it was his complete undoing. 

He pulled her shorts and underwear off of her so he could see her completely naked. Even with all she'd been through, her body was still awe inspiring to him. He could tell she was aroused by the moisture pooling between her legs. And now that there was no barrier between him and her heavenly scent, he couldn't wait to taste her again. 

Alec leaned forward and buried his mouth in her waiting heat. Using his tongue, he probed as far as he could go. Ellie writhed as he licked up and down her slit. Her moan spurred him on as he teased her clit with his tongue. She was so incredibly wet, just as he'd remembered her. He tore himself away, kicked off his pants, and covered her body with his own, lining up to fill her with his manhood. 

Though she had opened her eyes and frozen at the move, he kissed her brow, her nose, her cheeks, and her mouth as he surged forward into her. Alec was so caught up in how amazing it felt to finally be in her again that it took him a few strokes to realize that she hadn't moved and was still frozen. He stopped.

"Ellie? You okay?" 

She remained still, but tears were filling her eyes now. 

Cursing himself, Alec pulled out and grabbed his boxers, putting them on so quickly he didn't even notice they were inside out. 

"El, it's okay. I wasn't trying to hurt you, I swear."

"I know, but I—I can't. I'm so sorry." She turned away and curled into a ball as tears started to flow. 

His heart ached to see her reduced to this. He scooped her up into his arms and kissed her forehead. "Don't be sorry, darlin'. I'm the sorry one. I didn't mean to go so far, truly I didn't." 

He could feel that she was still tensed, so he continued talking. "Ellie, I may be a man, and you may be the most beautiful woman I know, inside and out, but I will never ask you for that again. I just want you to know that I will never treat you the way that monster did. I want to help you, to fix you, to cherish you. Please don't be afraid of me. Please." I love you, he thought. But he didn't say it, couldn't say it if she didn't feel the same way. He'd loved her all along, he knew, but she'd never seemed to feel as such for him, and he couldn't unload his feelings on her after all she'd been through. 

He couldn't believe he'd lost control. He knew what she'd experienced, how she felt. But her body was as beautiful as he'd remembered now that she was gaining weight. And when she'd responded to his touch, it had made his heart pound. That was no excuse though. He was still holding her, but she'd relaxed and now looked to be about half asleep. 

He remembered now that she'd always been extra responsive when she was very tired. She'd probably been drifting off when he'd started his seduction. God damn I'm such an idiot. 

Gently, he laid her back out on his bed, placing her on her side and covering her with blankets. Knowing that he could easily lose control again, he went to take a cold shower to cool off his blood. 

When he returned, she looked so peaceful and beautiful lying in his bed. He had calmed enough to not push anything—he meant that promise wholeheartedly—but he couldn't resist the opportunity to hold her. He crawled into bed, turned out the light, and held her close. It may not have been the perfect situation, but it still felt pretty darn close to him. 

*****

When Ellie woke up cocooned in Alec's arms, she did not freak out as she had last time. She could no longer deny her attraction to him, as confusing as it was. She had never gotten over this man, and it felt so wonderful to wake up in someone's arms. Then she realized she was naked. Shit. Had they? She hadn't thought she could...she had to leave. Carefully extricating herself from him so that he wouldn't rouse, Ellie saw her clothes on the floor. She threw them on as quickly as possible and tiptoed to her room, where she locked the door before sitting on the floor and leaning against it. How could this have happened? I promised myself to never again let Alec get under my skin. She had to leave, for once and for all. This arrangement had kept her physically safe, but she had to protect her heart this time, and that meant leaving Alec behind. Pain rippled through her at the thought, but she knew it was nothing compared to the pain of allowing herself to fall for him and then be left again. 

Looking around, she knew she could take nothing this time. Quickly, she threw on nondescript clothing, anything that would allow her to blend in. She rifled through her wallet and grabbed all the cash, then went to the living room and found the cash stash that Alec had shown her. She glanced once more around the apartment that had become her refuge, then quietly closed the door. 

*****

Alec woke up alone. He knew she had been here through the night because he had slept fantastically, a feat that generally only occurred when a woman was in his bed. I hope she isn't pissed at me for last night. He knew he'd been wrong, but his intentions were pure. He truly wanted to be with Ellie, hopefully for the long-term this time. Now that she was back in his life, everything felt on track again. It was as if he'd been missing out on something but hadn't realized it for the past several years, and now that he had found it, he didn't plan on ever missing out again. 

Groaning, he stretched. Time for a shower, then maybe he could make pancakes and scrambled eggs. Ellie had always loved breakfast food, and maybe that would help her realize he wasn't just in lust with her. 

As he showered, Alec remembered how amazing Ellie had felt the previous night. Though he tried to shame himself into feeling nothing, he'd been dreaming about rekindling their romance and finally being able to pleasure her for weeks now. Finally feeling her, however so briefly, was phenomenal. He felt awful that it had happened the way it had, but he knew that with time and discussion, he could prove to her that he meant her no harm. And until she trusted him again, he would refrain from sexual advances. She had enough on her mind; she needed to heal mentally and emotionally from her years of abuse. 

Toweling off, he walked back to his room, taking in the silence. Maybe Ellie had slept in? She was such a morning person though. Back when they had dated, she'd always woken up early and then read a book or studied while he continued sleeping. It seemed odd that she would be so quiet once she knew he was awake. 

After throwing on some clothes, he walked over and knocked on her door. "Ellie? You up?"

No response. He knocked again and called her name a little more loudly. Still nothing. She had rarely locked him out, so he tried the handle, which was unlocked. He opened the door, and the room was empty. Even though nothing seemed amiss, he immediately knew. She ran. Hurrying from the room, he checked the spot where he'd hidden a few hundred dollars. Gone. Damn. Damn it all! He should have realized that this could happen. He thought she'd discuss it with him. How could she not see that he wanted her to keep her safe and make her smile, not just to fuck? 

Alec threw on shoes, grabbed his phone, and ran out the door. He'd need to call this in to the Chief, then it was off to find her. She may have been a pro at running, but he was a pro at catching people. He just prayed he could find her before Davidson's men did, because if they caught her again, he might never get her back. 



Reunited Friends



Quick note: This is just a short and relatively simple story, loosely based on a real event in my life. I hope you enjoy it!



My name is Mark and I live at the beach. I'm kind of a hermit these days, but I've invited some old friends to come stay with me for the weekend. Steve and Melanie are a couple and Lucy is a mutual friend we all share. I've known them for a number of years and I've had a long running crush on Lucy. In fact we almost dated at one point, but due to me being young and inexperienced, I screwed it up. We've remained friends with some romantic tension over the years. It's been some time since I've seen her. 

The first night of their visit I have planned to have a few people over for a small party. We drink and smoke a little weed. Everyone's having a great time. At some point I'm out on the deck with Lucy alone and she vaguely alludes to our past, in which I was far too passive towards her. She says there are times in life when you just have to go for what you want and take it. I sort of feel that she's telling me to come on to her, but things are complicated by the fact that I've been kind of talking to someone I met on the internet. Things with that girl are just not that exciting though and I'm not sure how connected I feel. Also, as I mentioned there was a time when Lucy and I flirted with dating, but due to my timidity and her kind of playing with my emotions some, I've always been on strange footing with her. The moment passes and we head back inside to talk to everyone else. 

Overall the night is going well and everyone is having a great time. It's good to see my friends. After hanging out at the house for a while and getting our buzz going we decide to smoke a little more and then go for a walk on the beach. While we're on the shore a couple of people go for a short night swim, but it's getting late so we head back and finish out the night. We're all somewhat wasted at this point and Steve and Melanie decide go to bed. I've given them my room and Lucy and I are to share a futon in my den. I lay down as she goes in the bathroom and showers after the beach. As much as I'm attracted to her, when she comes out and lies down I am turned away from her. I am involved with someone online and also, I don't know what Lucy is feeling, so I don't want to make her uncomfortable since we are sharing a bed. 

After lying there a while she gets my attention and says, slurring a bit, "Be nice to me...don't be mean." I'm not sure what exactly she's talking about, but I get the impression that she thinks I'm being distant. Which is sort of true. I tell her that I'm not being mean and laugh. She's clearly drunk and says, "Ok, well, just be nice to me Mark." 

She then tries to kiss me and I respond, but then stop her and say I can't do it. She looks hurt. I explain about the internet girl and also I remind her that she really hurt me when we dabbled some years ago. She tells me she understands how she acted and says she's sorry. Then after a pause, she asks how serious it really is with the internet girl, who I've never even met in real life. I have to admit that there's not that much fire there. She tells me that she knows I'm still attracted to her and convinces me that I'm not even really dating this other girl. So it's not even really cheating or anything if I kiss her. Which is somewhat true. My will is bending at this point. Lucy is someone I have had a tremendous crush on for a long time so the emotion and attraction are very strong. 

She asks me what she can do to make it up to me for hurting me in the past. She says she'll do anything. She's tempting me now. She says for me to just take what I want from her, to punish her for what she did. I'm sitting on the edge of the bed. She walks in front of me and is only wearing a slightly long t-shirt and panties. Her nipples are poking through the shirt. I tell her I'd like to take her over my lap and spank her for the way she treated me. She smiles wickedly and says, "Ok......I deserve it." 

As much as I'd love to go for it, I tell her we can't now because I don't want to wake Steve and Melanie. I decide to just take control in another way. I completely give in to my temptation. I tell her in a much more stern voice, "Ok, take your fucking clothes off...strip for me." 

She looks slightly surprised that I have shifted into this mode, but she quickly complies. She says, "Yes sir!" and then takes her shirt off, exposing her wonderful, perfectly proportioned tits. She looks a bit shy, but soon takes down her panties and steps out of them. She's just lovely. Pale skin and a totally beautiful, hairless pussy. I tell her to move closer to me and she does. I slide my hands up her smooth stomach and over her luscious breasts. She moans as I squeeze and fondle them somewhat roughly. I tell her to turn around and am faced with the most beautiful ass I've ever seen. Nice and plump in all the right places. I slide my hands up her thighs and onto the wonderful buttocks at the top of them. She whimpers a bit more as I squeeze her juicy cheeks. Then I spread them slightly and look at the tight anus between them. I'm tempted to bury my tongue in it immediately, but I restrain myself. 

I turn her back around and have her bend down slightly and we finally kiss for the first time. It's lovely and tentative at first, but soon it's hot and passionate. Then I take control again. I tell her, "Ok, slut! Get down on your knees." 

I take my shirt off and fish my prick out of my shorts. It's rock hard and bobbing in front of her face. I tell her, "Take my cock in your whore mouth Lucy." 

She smiles weirdly and only hesitates a moment before leaning in and kissing her way up my shaft. When she reaches the mushroom cap of my cockhead she subtly slips out her tongue and teases the underside of my glans and soon begins giving me one of the best blowjobs of my life. Once she gets warmed up it doesn't take long before I'm pushing into the tighter restriction of her throat. It's fucking excellent. A couple of times I assert my dominance again by holding her head on me after my cock is fully inserted. She gags a bit, but I don't choke her for long. This seems to just make her hungrier to suck me. She seems to enjoy being forced to swallow me and just goes crazy on me. She fondles my balls as she works me and occasionally takes them in her mouth. 

After she sucks me for a while I get very close to cumming because of her tremendous skill. I tell her I'm getting close and she seems eager to swallow my load, but I want this to last a bit. So I tell her to stop and have her get in bed next to me and I begin to do what I want with her body. I play with her supple tits while I force my tongue into her mouth and then I move down to suck her nipples as my hand slides between her legs. She's soaked. 

Soon I'm fingering her roughly and she's making more noise. After a bit more teasing I move down and after kissing and nibbling her thighs a bit I begin licking her beautiful little pussy. She sights softly as I kiss and tongue her inflamed slit. She tastes wonderful and soon I move to slurp her clit while I penetrate her drenched tunnel with some fingers. I thrust them in and out while I continue my assault on her engorged love button. She's moaning deeply and bucking against my face a bit. After I stoke her fire a bit more I lie down next to her and tell her to get on top of me and ride my cock. She happily obliges and slides her slippery little honey hole down on to my rod. It's wonderful. 

We fuck a bit and I get slightly worried because she's making a lot of noise and Steve and Melanie are not far away and didn't even close the door to the room all the way. It feels so good though that soon I just say "fuck it" in my head. We're all adults and I may never get another chance like this again with Lucy. 

As we continue to fuck I'm playing with her beautiful ass. I'm squeezing and kneading her plump cheeks. Eventually I slide my finger between them and tease her slightly moist anus a bit. She moans into my ear. I ask her if she likes having her pretty little asshole played with and she sighs, "Yesssss." So then I move my fingers down a bit and get them nice and slippery with the copious liquid from her pussy. I smear it all over the tight little hole above and soon work a finger into her ass. She loves it and starts riding me even harder. I work another finger into her ass and ask her if she's ever had her asshole licked. She moans again and says yes and that she loves it. 

As she grinds on my cock, I ask her if she's ever had a butt plug inserted or used other toys in her ass and again she says yes and that she loves that too. I pull the two fingers out of her ass and bring them up to her face and tell her to spit on them. She does me one better and takes them into her mouth and sucks them and gets them nice and wet before finally spitting on them and smiling seductively. I think I'm in love! I bring them back to her ass and now I push three fingers into her and begin to really stretch her pretty rosebud even more. She seems to quite enjoy it. I eventually ask her if she likes a nice hard cock in her ass and she goes wild and orgasms on me while saying breathily, "Yess....yessss...yess...fucking yess I do!" 

After she comes down some from her climax I tell her I want to get up behind her, so we reposition and she gets on all fours. I slide back inside her heavenly cunt and start fucking her again doggy style. I lean forward and play with her tits a bit before spreading her cheeks and spitting on her asshole. She whimpers with pleasure as I use the lubrication to start pushing my thumb into her ass. I can feel my cock thrusting in and out through the thin wall between her pussy and asshole. It's so hot! Soon my thumb is pushed all the way into her tight rear hole. I'm partially using it to hold her in place while I fuck her wonderfully slick pussy. After a bit more of the old in and out she asks if I have any lube and I tell her I do. She says, "Get it! I need you to put your cock in my fucking ass!" 

I grab the lube and return with it. I squirt some onto her winking little pucker hole and soon work some fingers into her to warm her up. She reaches under herself and starts playing with her clit and pussy and tells me to put it in. She's so horny for it, it's amazing. I lube my cock up and I can hardly believe it, but the next thing I know I've got my swollen head up against her tight anus. She moans deeply as I slowly penetrate further. She tells me to push it in deeper. She's still drunk somewhat, so she's probably kind of immune to the expansion of the tight orifice. I doubt we'd be moving this fast if she were sober. She's loving it right now though. 

Soon I'm completely inside her and it feels amazing. She's tensed up a bit and whimpering some, but after a short time, she tells me to fuck her slowly. I do and it's a hot, simmering pleasure for me. I can tell it's slightly uncomfortable for her at first, but it's not long before she starts actually pushing back against me. Her fingers are dancing over her clit as I begin pumping into her faster. 

Just as we're really getting into it we're stopped dead in our tracks by a voice saying, "Oh....my god! Are you....fucking her in....the ass?" 

We both look over to our left and see Melanie standing there with a surprised smile on her face, wearing a t-shirt and panties. We're both stunned for a minute and don't know what to do. I've stopped mid-stroke, so I'm half way inside Lucy's ass. She goes, "Oh god! Melanie....I can't believe you're seeing this!" 

She's clearly a little embarrassed. As am I, but before we can even say anything else, she says, "Guys! Don't worry...........I think it's pretty hot!" 

We're obviously relieved, but are still uncertain about what she's doing here. She then explains that she was trying to go to sleep, but was having trouble. Steve's passed out cold, but she could hear us whispering and such and eventually heard us having sex. She says, "You weren't exactly keeping it down you know?" 

We all laugh. At that point I look down and though there isn't much light in the room, I think I can make out a wet spot on her panties. She liked what we were doing a lot it would seem. She goes on to explain that she'd gotten horny hearing us and tried to get Steve to wake up, but he wouldn't budge. She said he'll probably have a hangover tomorrow. Anyhow, she smiled and said she'd played with herself a bit while listening, but then got curious. So now she's here. Staring at us. She then says, "So, I wanted to come and just have a peek, but I couldn't control myself. Especially when you guys were starting to do what looked like anal!" 

We all kind of laughed again at that and then she continued, "Mmmm, it makes me so horny to think about....it's so naughty and hot. I was mesmerized and had to come closer...and umm....can I....ummmm....watch?"

We were both a bit taken aback by this question, but Lucy looked back at me and smiled before saying, "I'm ok with it if he is!" 

I nodded my approval and we all giggled. Melanie sat down in the oversized, comfortable chair that just happened to be right next to the end of the futon. So she had a nice side view as I slowly began pushing back in and out of Lucy's wonderfully tight asshole. It was an incredible turn on to be doing this with an audience like this. Especially since it was all so impromptu. Lucy and I kept looking over at Melanie who was watching with rapt attention. She began fidgeting and touching her nipples through the thin shirt. Soon I saw her hand migrating down to her panties. This was all highly erotic. My cock got even harder if it was possible and Lucy noticed. She looked over at Melanie and said, "Mmmmmm....gosh...he just got harder inside me.......I think he likes being watched!" 

Melanie smiled wickedly and said, "Oooh, that's so sexy....I like being watched too." 

Lucy took this opportunity to tell Melanie, "It is fucking hot......and since you like it too, why don't you......get undressed and play with yourself for us." 

She seemed a little nervous to take this next step. Perhaps it was because her boyfriend was in the next room, but she was just too turned on. She pulled the shirt over her head and her beautiful, slightly floppy tits came out. They were very nice. A little larger than Lucy's, but not as firm and perky looking. Still quite lovely breasts however. I'd always been attracted to Melanie as well, so this was a nice surprise and just icing on the cake after the night I was having. It got even more amazing when she slid her panties down her legs and on to the floor. Her pretty little cunt was barely visible in the dim room, but I could see it well enough to tell that it was also shaved or waxed and it was quite wet. 

I began fucking Lucy's asshole harder and deeper now as I watched Melanie slide a hand between her legs while using the other to play with and tweak one of her nipples. Lucy moaned more freely now and was clearly enjoying her reaming. She turned to Melanie and said, "Oooh fuck Melanie! He's fucking my tight ass sooo good! And it's soooo fucking hot to see you playing with your naughty little pussy while watching us!" 

Melanie's pussy was making a sloshing sound as she fingered it and she was moaning now too. She agreed that this was all very hot and naughty. They were staring into each other's eyes fiercely. It was really arousing. My mind was blown when Lucy next uttered the following, "Fuckkkk! I'm so turned on right now.....I'm feeling so kinky. Melanie, baby.....you should get up on the bed here in front of me.....so I can taste that sweet pussy....while Mark pounds my....mm....asssss." 

I almost came just hearing that, but I slowed my pace so I could get my control back. I looked over at Melanie and could see that she wanted to join us, but it was clear that she wasn't sure what to do. Her boyfriend was in the next room. Obviously she was weighing things in her head and trying to figure out if she should do this. Was it cheating? I suppose it was even if she was just receiving some cunnilingus from another woman. After a bit she expressed as much to Lucy and looked a little downcast and confused. Lucy told her she understood, but couldn't help but add how good she was going to make her feel. With the drinking and smoking, everyone's inhibitions were lowered some. Add on to that the fact that we were all so beyond horny now and it didn't take long for Melanie to change her mind. It also didn't help her any that Lucy was moaning louder from the proper assfucking she was receiving and looking over at her masturbating friend seductively and flicking her tongue at her as if she were already tasting the pretty little cunt on display. 

She rose from the chair and stepped tentatively closer to the futon. Lucy smiled and reached out for Melanie's hand and pulled her closer. She kneeled on the bed next to us and leaned down and the two sexy beauties kissed hotly. As their tongues intertwined, Lucy reached her hand up and cupped one of Melanie's plump tits. Her friend moaned into her mouth. It was incredibly arousing to the see the two women make out, so I had to slow down again to keep from cumming. In fact I had to come to a complete stop a couple of times. Lucy could tell I was close, plus she was clearly eager to taste Melanie's lovely pussy, so she got her to move in front of her. 

Once the woman was in position, with her legs spread, Lucy kissed her way up her thighs to the naughty cunt in front of her. It was like magic watching this woman I've wanted for so long going down on another woman while I pumped my cock in and out of her lovely, tight anus. Before long, she was really going to town on Melanie's soaked honey pot. She was whimpering continuously as Lucy licked and slurped her clit while pumping two fingers in and out of her. Lucy, too was moaning constantly from arousal and from a good buggering. I had gained some degree of self-control again and was grunting as I fucked her increasingly loose asshole. It was amazing. 

Not long after this, Melanie had her first orgasm as Lucy pushed her tongue into her friend's tight asshole while fucking her pussy with three fingers and using her thumb to play with her clit. She screamed out loud with her climax and flooded her friend's face with her juices. Lucy had been close to cumming a few times, but hadn't gotten there yet because of being focused on the pussy in front of her and also because she needed some constant clitoral stimulation. I'd been reaching around to try and help her out here and there, but it was difficult to reach in my current position. I knew she would enjoy some extra attention down there, so I slowed down and said to Melanie after she'd recovered a bit from her cum, "Melanie, why don't you....slip under Lucy and return the favor babe? She needs to cum with my hard dick in her ass and your mouth on her clit!" 

Melanie and Lucy loved the idea and before I knew it, they were in a hot 69 and a pretty face was visible beneath me as I slowly moved in and out above her. Lucy whimpered with pleasure as her friend's hot mouth began exploring her enflamed and dripping cunt. She almost shrieked when Melanie's tongue attacked her clit while I pushed deeper inside her ass. She said out loud, "Oooh fuck! Y'all are working me sooooo good! Mmmmmm.....I'm getting close. Just keep doing what you're....uhmmmm doing." 

So we did. I pumped her tight asshole even harder as Melanie sucked and slurped her love button and fingered her slippery tunnel. Lucy buried her face in the nasty cunt below her and devoured the moist opening. She also wasted no time in working two fingers into Melanie's tight asshole which caused her to whine with pleasure. This was all starting to really get to me. I was almost ready to burst. I told Lucy I was getting close and she said she was also. She then drove both of us over the edge when she said, "Mmhhhmm...shit...as much as I...uhnn want you to shoot your.....fuckin...hot load deep in my.....asss...I mmmmm...think when you get..close.....you should pull out and.....oh god! Fuckin' blast your hot cum.....all over my slutty cunt.....and Melanie's pretty face...so she can lick it up and share it with me!!"




Reunited Friends



That pretty much did it for all of us. Lucy's asshole started spasming on my cock and bucking on her friend's face. This set me off, so I pulled out and started jacking my shaft and after only a couple of strokes, ropes of sticky cum spurted from my pisshole and splashed against her pussy lips and ran down into Melanie's mouth. Then I aimed it down and sprayed her face and mouth with more cum. She then began cumming too, from the kinky, spontaneous occurrence as well as Lucy's talented tongue and the three fingers now pumping in and out of her anus. As she climaxed she went wild and with Lucy prompting her to, "Lick up all his cum! Clean my cunt slut!" she buried her face in the cummy cunt and slurped up all my spunk. 

Lucy then got off of her quickly and turned around to face her. She licked the remaining semen from her friend's face before pushing her tongue into her mouth and they shared my cum as they kissed nastily. After a bit of making out and passing my cum between their mouths, Lucy got up on her knees and pulled me close and kissed me. She passed the mixture of sperm and spit into my mouth and we tongued each other hotly. Afterwards, as we all lay there cuddling and coming down from the fun, Melanie said, "I can't fucking believe you guys did that without asking me! It was hot as shit and I enjoyed it, but jeez! I feel bad. What would Steve think?" 

Lucy just smiled seductively and said, "Well...why don't we ask him tomorrow after we tempt him into a foursome?!" We all laughed and after Melanie disappeared back into the room with Steve, I fell asleep, fully satisfied with Lucy's beautiful body wrapped in my arms and my spent cock nestled between those wonderful, sexy buttocks.

More to cum later............?



Reunited High School Lovers



If one word were used to describe Margot Smith it would be…amazing. She was the most well rounded individual in the high school, being a good athlete, a talented artist and musician, and she still retained a 4.0 GPA on a 4.0 scale. Margot was the picture of popularity, but she never showed it. She was just as at ease playing football with the jocks after a basketball game, as she was at going shopping with the preps and snobs, and needless to say, she could hold her own in an intellectual debate against the geeks and smart kids. 

Margot was 5 foot, 8 inches tall, about 141 pounds, sported an athletically fit and toned body, and had amazingly vivid green eyes, just like the color of fresh cut grass, and she always seemed to smell like the most enchanting smell, lilacs. Margot’s hair was strait, waist length, and dark brown, and as thick as hair came. She had a killer smile that would stop any guy in his tracks. 

Her chest was about a 34C, and she had a nice, medium oval ass. Margot played the drums, clarinet, trumpet, enjoyed ceramics, painting, and sculpting, participated on all five of the school academic teams, as well as the school’s basketball, tennis, field hockey and ice hockey teams. The only thing that wasn’t perfect about Margot, it seemed, was her significant other, Drake.

Drake Wright was just…different. He didn’t have many friends, and the ones he did have were rude and obnoxious. Not that Drake was ever rude or obnoxious; he was a gentleman, especially when Margot or Meg as he called her was around. Drake was tall, at 6 foot 1 inch, and was on the skinny side, weighting in at only about 140 pounds. However, he possessed the most beautiful colored eyes, a baby blue, that seemed to have Margot melt before him without much effort on his part. He also had thin hair, which he kept kind of short, and it was a dusty straw-color. 

Drake and Margot met somewhere back near first or second grade, she sat in front of him in class, and he stared calling her Meg. Once that happened, it was sort of natural, for them to gravitate to one another, and they quickly became friends. As they began to grow up, they became increasingly interested in each other on the boyfriend/girlfriend level. In freshmen year, Margot asked Drake to a dance, and from then on, they were seen as a package deal, nearly inseparable. 

One thing that Drake loved even more than his Meg was his racing. Countless hours of his spare time were spent tweaking his racecars, and during these escapades, he nearly ignored Margot. She didn’t mind, really, mostly due to the fact she had a passionate love for racing all her own. Some of her fondest memories of high school were watching Drake race at a few local dirt tracks, or cuddling with him on the couch, on rainy days watching the professional NASCAR drivers race. 

It was during one of these cuddling seasons that the legendary “What do you want to do after high school” question was asked by Margot.

“I mean, I know you love racing, but is that what you want to do forever?” she asked. “As long as I possibly can, was his reply, I’m thinking about going to a racing school in North Carolina after high school, then going as fast as I can into NASCAR. But what about you, Meg?”

“Well, I kind of wanted to go to M.I.T. for a bachelor’s degree in engineering, and well…you know how much I have always loved space and all, so I figured the best thing for me to do as a career was to become an astronaut.” Margot said. Slowly, the fact that if Margot was an astronaut, and he was a racecar driver they couldn’t be together, dawned on Drake. But instead of commenting on it, he just shrugged his shoulders, and told Margot that an astronaut was a great career for her. He would worry about it later; after all, it was only freshmen year. 

He inhaled deeply, smelling the wonderful smell of lilacs that he had long associated with his Meg. His thoughts then drifted to something they seemed to be drifting to a lot now a days…Meg without all those preppy clothes she wore. Yep, he really wanted to “get to know her better” but he knew that with Margot, the rule is if you have to ask, it would never happen. She had told him just a few weeks ago that she was totally sticking to her goal of getting married as a virgin, and nothing he or anyone else could say would break this bond with God that she had set. Stupid God, Drake thought, but if she wanted to be that way, he could wait.

High school dragged on, as it always does, and Drake and Margot were even known to their teachers as the “Dream Team” due to the fact they were always together. They each excelled in what they wanted to do, Drake in racing, and Margot in everything else. Senior year rolled around, and Margot was valedictorian, but the thing that both of the couples were dreading was the day they got their acceptance letters to their individual schools.

Drake got his first. He was so excited; he drove over to Margot’s house, absolutely thrilled. Margot was thrilled for him as well, with his grades, she had private doubts weather he would be accepted or not. They went out to celebrate, but somehow, with the arrival of that letter, something else happened in their relationship. There was a rift there, but they didn’t talk about it, out of sight out of mind, hopefully. Then, the day came that Margot got her acceptance letter to M.I.T. Drake told her flat outright after congratulating her that he didn’t think she should go, and asked her to marry him. She was outraged, he was so inconsiderate. She flatly refused his proposal, and didn’t speak to him until three months later, at graduation. 

“Here, this is yours, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but goodbye, Drake, I love you and I will miss you, but goodbye.” Margot said with a tear in her eye, and handed Drake back the class ring he had gotten in freshmen year and she had been wearing ever since.

“No, babe, you keep it, really, and I swear by all that is holy, I love you too, but…well, I guess this is goodbye…I will keep in contact though, ok?” was his reply, as he placed the ring so elegantly on her finger. Her only reply was shedding a tear, and without looking back, walked away. Drake, despite all of his efforts, shed a tear of his own at the sight of his little babe walking away from him for more than likely the last time. 

**********Six Years Later************ “Check the machine, while you’re in there, will you? And grab one of my flight suits, I have to go, I’m going to be late!!” screamed Margot Smith over the din of a baby’s cry. Oh, no, it wasn’t her baby. No, at the age of twenty-four, Margot was still as single as ever. 

The six-month old baby belonged to her roommate, Zack Markus. Zack was twenty-seven, about six foot tall, and had dark hair; dark eyes, and was African-American. He worked with Margot as an astronaut for NASA. Since his break up with his ex-wife, he was gay though, so Margot loved being his roommate since they could pick out clothes, accessories, and styles together. 

Zack didn’t reply, but he walked into Margot’s room to grab a suit for her. He cast a weary eye around, the place was a pig’s sty, as usual, she was such a slob, but she still rocked. He grabbed one of the six light blue flight suits that were lying all over the room, and headed out to the kitchen to check the answering machine.

“My God, Margot, come in here, you have to hear this,” was what he yelled just after he finished hearing the message on the machine. 

“What’s so important”, Margot asked, while handing baby Nick, who was half white, to Zack and taking the flight suit to slip into.

“Just listen to the message,” David said, with a look of awe aimed at her. Puzzled, Margot pressed the button with her freshly manicured nail. The voice that she heard had not met her ears in four years. It said:

Hello, Meg this is Drake Wright. As you might know, I have a good job as a racecar driver here at D.E.I., and we are in need of two good aerospace engineers. Well, as far as I can tell, you and Mr. Markus meet the bill. So what do you think? I’m offering you the position of head aerospace engineer and fabricator, what do you think? Well, call me with a date that a few people from D.E.I. and I can come and meet with you two in Texas, ok? God, It was difficult to track you down, can’t wait to see you again…well, bye, Meg.”

Margot’s hand shook, as she withdrew it from the machine, her skin abnormally white, and her eyes wide with what can only be described as amazement. 

Then, Zack asked tentatively, “what do you think, I mean, you know NASA has been boring both of us, and you love racing, I’m up for it if you are…are you?” Margot wandered absentmindedly into the living room and sat on the couch.

Wow, she thought to herself, I can’t believe it, a chance to work with Matt! But would it work? She didn’t know, but she was eager to find out. Zack, on the other hand, was a little hesitant, but he knew Margot was still in love with the Matt Wright he had heard so much about. After all, he would probably be the only African-American working with the entire race team, but as long as Margot came with him; he knew he and little Nick had nothing to worry about.

Margot, after a second of thought, answered Zack with, “yes, I think I would like to do it, but I call dibs on NOT calling them back! Besides, I’m late, you do it, Ha!” And with that, she scurried out the door, but the huge smile on her face showed her true feelings. The next Tuesday they were to meet in their apartment, two executives with D.E.I., Zack, Drake, and Margot. She was so excited, and she could hardly wait. 

Well, the day finally arrived. She was dressed in a conservative outfit of a khaki skirt at mid-thigh length, and a baby blue cotton spring shirt. She was a bundle of nerves as soon as she got up that morning, and the only thing that seemed to calm her down was caring for baby Nick, so she did all of his care that day.

The doorbell sounded, and she was in Zack and Nick’s room changing Nick. She let Zack show their guests in, and emerged carrying baby Nick like a shield. But the second her eyes fell upon the boy that she once knew that now was a man standing in front of her; she was caught completely off guard. He had buffed up a bit, not a lot, but still and he still had that straw-colored thin hair. As those baby blue eyes of Drake’s met Margot’s, she nearly melted right there.

“Hi, Meg, long time no see,” Drake said to her. He did a double take down her. Other than the baby she was carrying that was obviously she and this Zack fellow’s, she seemed perfect, just as he remembered her. Those wide hips and that curvy body…yep, that was his Meg all right.

Zack led the party to the living room and got them coffee as Margot put baby Nick down for his nap.

The meeting went quite well, and both Zack and Margot independently and truly wanted to go work for Drake’s company. Margot would be working above Zack, but Zack was eager to learn of all the aspects of racing. He had seen Margot staring at the television for hours on Sundays, just watching cars going around in a circle, and this was his chance to get addicted to the sport as well.

After the meeting, Drake held back as his colleagues left, and walked over to Margot, who was picking up the baby. 

“I’m sorry, if I…you know, got a little chummy with you during that meeting, Meg, I guess…well, I guess I just thought it was old time there for a minute. But he is a really beautiful baby!” Drake said to her. She was totally caught off guard at this statement.

“What?? Oh, no, baby Nick isn’t my baby I just live with Zack. He’s gay, so he has no interest in girls, so it rocks to live with him. I’m single, anyway,” was her reply, but she stuttered a bit on the last part, trying not to get her hopes up. It had indeed been a long time ago that they were referred to as the “Dream Team” in high school. 

Drake raised an eyebrow at the “single” part of her comment, and took a stab in the dark by saying, “well, do you…you know, want to go catch a movie or something?” He was apprehensive, and Margot knew him well enough to know that he was really putting himself out on the line to ask her out like that. A smile flashed across Margot’s face, no way was this happening! 

Her reply was, “sure, I’d love to, but we have to take baby Nick, Zack is already out for the evening, so just a second, I’ll go get my purse and his diaper bag.” She walked away, with the baby in her hands and that o-so-sexy grin on her face. Drake couldn’t believe his luck.

This was awesome! He had indeed let the perfection that was Meg slip through his fingers back in high school, but he had been young and stupid. Sure, after she had walked away, he had dated other girls. Especially when he had hit it big and began to compete in the higher levels of racing. Then the girls flocked to him. But every time he seemed to date one, no matter what type of girl she was, he would always think of Meg. Even when he was pounding her with his eight-inch cock, he would look up to her face, and some how, every single girl reminded him of Meg.

But this was his second chance, his resurrection; he wouldn’t let her slip away so easily this time, especially since they were going to be working together! At that moment, Margot came out of one of the back rooms, ready to go so they departed. They caught a comedy movie; Drake remembered that they were Meg’s favorite. Afterwards, Drake bought ice cream for he and Meg. Drake had the bright idea to share some of Meg’s ice cream with baby Nick, so by the time they got to Zack and Meg’s apartment, the baby was covered in ice cream. But they had a huge laughing fit watching him drool down the ice cream. That was something they could always do together, laugh. 

Drake sat in the living room, while Margot went into the bathroom and cleaned Nick up, and slipped him into Zack’s room quietly due to the fact Zack was already asleep.

Margot came back to find Drake with a huge grin on his face, which puzzled her. However, she slipped onto the couch next to him, and gently let her body cuddle up to Drake’s, realizing for the first time how much she missed cuddling with him. As her head found that familiar spot on Drake’s neck, she nuzzled him lovingly. 

“Meg, babe, you have no idea how much I missed you, I mean I was desperate to get just a glimpse of you, that’s why I proposed you to be my new aerospace engineer and fabricator. I am just glad they said you were perfect for the job!” said Drake, lovingly as he ran his fingers through Margot’s hair.

“I have missed you just as much, trust me, when I lost contact with you, I was so upset. I can’t believe I let you go! But this time, it won’t be so easy for you to get away, baby,” cooed Margot. As Drake let his fingers wind down her body, he asked her in a tentative voice, 

“Meg, babe, are you still a…” and he trailed off, not knowing how to phrase what he wanted to ask her. But she knew him well enough to know exactly what he was thinking so she finished his sentence for him,

“A virgin? Yes, I told you I would wait, and I have.” At this comment, Margot looked up at Drake. Drake had the most loving look on his face, his eyes were soft, and he reached over to give his Meg a well-deserved hug of appreciation. At that, Margot leaned in and gave him a slight peck on the lips. It was tentative, due to the fact they had not kissed in over six years.

But soon, each of them warmed up to the other one, and began to gently make out, just like old times. With his Meg so close, Drake could smell the sweet nectar of lilacs that she always smelled of with amazing precision, and it was driving him mad. Margot them stood up and gently took Drake by the fingertips, leading him to her room in the back of the apartment. Drake let out an audible awe. Margot was always extremely good at interior decorating, and her bedroom was astounding. The walls were black, giving the room an eerie but sexy effect, and there was a slight dusting of stars across the walls. Her queen-sized bed was in the middle of the room, sporting dark red satin sheets. 

The room, Drake noticed, smelled just like fresh-cut lilacs. Her signature piece of furniture, chairs in the shape of eggs were in the corner. Drake smiled, as Margot lead him past the bed, and to the black and red egg chair. He sat down, and pulled Margot down with him, setting her on his lap. He then gently began to caress her lips and necks, letting his hands explore her body.

“Babe, I know you have been waiting a long time for some real action, and I’m sorry, but I stick to what I told you in high school, but what would you say to a nice blow job,” Margot asked in a quiet but innocent voice while giving Drake a loving look. Drake raised an eyebrow, with a surprised look on his face. In all of the time he had spent with Margot over the years, she had never said anything so amazingly stimulating to him! Drake went instantly hard.

His reply to her offer was, “would you babe, would you seriously do that?” Instead of an answer, she slipped of his t-shirt and started to lick Drake’s lips & kiss him softly. She then began to kiss his neck & ear, trailing a line with her tongue down to his nipples. 

“You love it when I kiss, lick & suck on your nipples, don't you?” Asked Margot, but Drake was too preoccupied to answer her. Margot began to nip it with her teeth and she sucked on it like she was a baby and Drake’s beautiful nipple was the bottle. All this gets action was getting Drake really hard & the precum started to ooze from the tip of his cock. 

Drake slipped his jeans off, and in a quick movement, his boxers went off with them. So Margot licked the precum off the tip of his dick and savored it for just a moment before moving on. Then she started teasing him by licking his shaft all over, up and down, and in circles, but avoid the head. Margot then began to lick under the ridge of the head, but does not take the head in her mouth. 

Just to be a little tease, Margot licked all the way down to the base of his shaft and took Drake’s balls into her mouth, one at a time & sucked on them softly. She took both of his balls in her mouth and she gave a smile when she got some more pre-cum for a reward. Next Margot gently engulfed Drake in his entirety into her mouth, deep-throating him ever so slowly at first, but then she continued mounting with intensity. Drake moaned, due to the sheer ecstasy of being buried to the hilt in his little Meg’s mouth. 

Then, Margot started to move towards the top of his member and sucked on it gently until she let almost all of Drake out of her mouth. She started to lick the head again, probing his penis with her wet tongue in a sensual way that really turned him on. She licked his shaft, and cupped his balls in her free hand while she took all of him in her mouth again and then she began to concentrate on the top of his dick. Margot moved slowly at first then quickened the speed, using her hand at the base of his shaft. She started to move her hand up & down in pace with her mouth, giving him a hand job and blow job at the same time, exciting Drake even more. 

Unable to contain himself any more, Drake let loose and he shot his wad all at once. Margot doesn’t seem to mind, in fact, it looks as though she loves the taste. After Drake had shot his warm man-juices all down Margot’s throat, Drake couldn’t believe she had drained him so well. Never before had he had such an amazing blowjob. Drake looked down at his amazing little Meg just as she finished swallowing all of his hot cum. “Oh, baby, I love you so much,” Drake said. Knowing his little Meg was totally worn out and denying his now semi-hard cock what it really wanted, he gently picked her up, and carried her to the satin-clad bed. 

Cuddling up next to Drake, the last thing Margot remembered before she fell asleep was the feeling of true ecstasy that was flowing in her veins, and one single word kept echoing in her head. 




Reunited Lovers Ch. 02



Leah rolled over, feeling incredibly calm after her exertions the previous night. She lay there, breathing softly, as she recounted the experience. She couldn't believe it was really him. However, she decided it was time to wake him up. She gently massaged his groin, then when his cock stood up gave it a quick pull. He woke up with a start.

His eyes focused on her for a second, then he remembered. "Leah." He gave her a quick kiss and continued. "Shall I fix something for breakfast or do you want to go somewhere?"

She cocked her head to one side, her blond hair gleaming in the morning light. "Well... I suppose we could go out for breakfast. It doesn't look like there is any decent food around." She gave him a quick smile and turned.

"If you want something to wear there are some of my sister's clothes in the hotel room across the hall. There's a key in the drawer beside our door."

Before he realized what was happening, she took the key and slipped through the hallway to the other room, her clothes still lying beside the bed. She got into it and closed the door. When it opened again she was wearing a short, pleated grey skirt with a thin white blouse. Dressing himself in grey trousers, a belt, and a white dress shirt, he smiled. "You look just like you did in school, my dear."

He picked up the telephone and told the restaurant to reserve a room for them; then they headed out and down to the restaurant. He put his arm around her shoulders as they walked.

The room was set up with simple metal chairs and wooden tables. Leah's hazel eyes lit up as she saw the setup. "It reminds me of school," she commented.

"Well." The man's dark eyes twinkled. "That's good. Now once the food gets here, we can assume nobody else will enter; here, you have to pay before you get the food, and this is booked as a private room."

"Hmmm..." Her lips pursed into a grin, and her hair danced. "That could be interesting... do they serve chicken wings here?"

"I believe so... the waiter's here though, let's ask him."

Having ordered a variety of different flavoured chicken wings, they sat down to grope each other for a while, until the waiter returned.

"Money and names?" He inquired as he placed the tray on the table.

The man tossed some coins on the table, and Leah glanced at him. "Leah Swanson," she said.

"Very good." He bowed and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Leah leaned back in her chair, moving opposite him. She picked up a wing and ate it, then slid it up her skirt to caress her clit with the greasy hand. He felt his cock straining against his dress pants, and rubbed it gently through the fabric as he ate.

Placing the food aside, they decided to put on a bit of a show for each other. Leah moved away from the table and slouched down, giving him a clear view of her well-greased clitoris. He slipped one hand into his pocket and kneaded his cock as he watched. Her nipples perked up and pressed against her shirt, and she began to toy with one nipple with the other hand.

Leah moaned as she finger herself, and the man decided it was time for him to act. He unzipped the crotch of his trousers and pulled out his cock, leaning down towards Leah.

She turned the chair and leaned it against the table to prevent it from tipping backwards. She then straightened her body and spread her legs apart, bracing them on the floor.

He entered her then, causing her to shudder in pleasure. He lay down on her, pressing his body into her pussy. The sweat caused her white shirt to cling to her skin.

Their bodies rubbed together, the cotton shirts rubbing their entire torsos at once. Her nipples pressing against his shirt caused tingles of electricity to shoot through her, and she gasped as her cock stabbed into her pussy over and over.

"Stop... Stand up." She said, her face rosy with exertion. She went and braced her hands against the wall, spreading her legs again, and he did the same, except bracing his hands on her perfect breasts and pushing his cock into her pussy from behind. He squeezed her breasts as he guided his cock in and out of her. She gasped for breath as he moved faster, and his breath quickened and caught in his throat.

She bent her back and screamed as her pussy spasmed around her cock, and fell to the ground; he lay down on top of her and fucked until the cum spurted into her.

Gasping for breath, he said, "Well, it isn't always bad to have sex to quickly..."

"Of course not." She smiled, her breasts heaving and her skirt flipped up so that there was a nice view of her. "As long as we both have fun..."



Reunited Pt. 01



This story is a work of fiction despite being inspired by true events. Any similarity to real people living or dead is coincidental. All characters involved are 21 or older. 

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Background: Dominic (our narrator) was good friends with the lead female throughout high school. Despite there being an attraction, it never went anywhere. Dominic, having returned from college on holiday, throws a big coming home party with his hometown friends. 

My parties are legendary. By no means was I a jock but I hung out in many circles and I knew how to throw a party. Having a large house in a quiet neighborhood made it easy to host for several people. Tonight, I expected no less than 30 to show up but the way my friends work, it'll probably be over 60 before the night is over. 

As I'm showering, a text comes in from the only girl I made sure to personally invite. "Hey, I'm outside" it read as I wiped off the fogged screen with my wet hands. She didn't like bad grammar, even in text. It was a girl who I had to coax a little to come. She had exams soon and didn't want to give up studying. She gave it up for me, though so I felt like that meant something. I hurried out of the shower, grabbing pants. I always found it rude to leave people waiting, especially women. I wasn't wearing underwear underneath, I barely dried off, my hair still dripping and I said fuck a shirt. 

When I went to greet my friend I noticed she was not alone, she brought a friend. This wasn't rude in any way. To me the more the merrier and she knew that and probably thought she wouldn't know anyone. I walked down the concrete driveway, still dripping, my body glistening. I purposefully flexed some. When I saw them I realized how much I had grown in my time away. They were both short. Short compared to me anyway. One I towered over, Stephanie (the one who texted), and the other, Danalyn, was maybe to my forehead but also wearing heels that were probably three or four inches tall. I had come out of my house shirtless and still wet from the shower. I didn't like to keep people waiting but I also didn't know what to wear yet. Plus, I wanted to show off my well-toned body. I had been working hard to get as bulky as I had been and the last time I saw Stephanie, I was skin and bones. Literally I had gone from 120 with almost no muscle to 160 of bulky yet slender muscle and a very defined six pack. Some people called it my "twelve and a half pack". I didn't just go out to show off my new body. I went out because I got too excited. 

I had a crush on Stephanie for years. We went out on a few dates. When I finally built up the courage to kiss her in a movie theatre, she cried. She literally cried for the rest of the movie and didn't say one word to me after. It was in the top 3 most awkward dates I think I have ever been on. 

Like always, Stephanie didn't dress up much. She had on a black tank top that showed off what little cleavage she had being an A cup and jean booty shorts. Her tattoos showed down her arms and across her upper chest. Her choppy brunette hair covered most of her porcelain skin leaving mystery to the tattoos for now. Danalyn, on the other hand, I had never met before. Right from the get-go she was interested in me though. I could see her looking me up and down like a piece of meat. I thought that meant she was shallow. I preferred a girl who at least didn't show how impressed by my body she was. It gives me motivation to try harder. I do have to say that she was honest. 

Danalyn was a stereotypical preppy girl. She wore high heels to a bon fire, heavy makeup that you figured would make her look different when it came off, a short dress that showed off the bottom of her ass if she even leaned over the slightest bit and cleavage out the top that made her boobs look fake, it must've been 20 bracelets on the same arm and a purse that you could fit a small dog in that matched her dress. She had long black hair and mocha skin that made her look Hispanic. I later found out she was, in fact, Hispanic. 

Stephanie was much more of the goth girl. She got out of the car with heavy dark eye makeup that made her emerald eyes look huge but she didn't need make up to be naturally beautiful. She had a hoop septum piercing that made her look like a bull. Her outfit wasn't as flashy as Danalyn's but just as flattering. Her jeans that gave her some surprising curves that I had never seen on her before. She saw me walk up and flashed me a huge smile almost laughing at me for my ridiculous show of manhood. I yelled out invitingly "Hey guys! Thanks for showing up!"

They yelled back appreciatively as they walked up my driveway. "You're looking good Dominic! I haven't seen you in a while." Stephanie said to me sincerely.

"Thanks! It's been too long." I said as I hugged her purposely getting her wet. "Sorry for the wetness." I said giving her a knowing look. She laughed. "I was just in the shower getting ready for you pretty ladies to get here. Didn't want to smell bad, ya know!?" I looked at Danalyn and she was starting to get a little uncomfortable, like I was leaving her out.

Stephanie intervened, realizing she hadn't introduced us yet "Oh shit! Right! This is Danalyn! Fuck! My bad, chick." Stephanie was blushing so hard. I already felt accomplished. I made her forget her friend was there.

"It's okay sweetie. Nice to meet you Dominic. Would you mind escorting us to where the festivities are taking place? You don't need to put a shirt on just yet." Danalyn said very flirtatiously with a hungry smile. She knew what she wanted. So did I and it wasn't her but I enjoyed the compliment.

"No, it's okay. I don't want to show my body off to the whole party. Steph can show you where the deck is at. She's been here before. I'll be back there in just a second. Just let me know if you need anything." I said with a subconscious wink.

I rounded the corner and heard Danalyn say "Ooh girl, where did you find him!? He is yummy!"

Stephanie replied with a non-chalant "Yeah, I guess." I could feel her blush from far away. It was her tone of voice but what she said challenged me.

I got dressed and went to my party around back. The girls were dancing together when I got there. I was flirting with the both of them all night. It was a reflex for me. Stephanie it came naturally because I had crushed on her for years now. With Danalyn it was just fear of being rude. She was flirting with me so hard that I flirted back in fear that she would want to leave and take Stephanie with her. So I flirted. We all made s'mores on the bon fire, playfully fed each other (shoving it in each other's faces), cleaned off all the sticky marshmallow from each other's face and acted like there wasn't more of a party behind us. Like there was no one else there. 

Eventually something happened. Danalyn got a call from a family member or friend and urgently had to leave early. Whoever she was on the phone with was already coming to get her. Her dad got into a car accident I think. It was bad but she told Stephanie to stay and she meant it unlike most girls. I walked Danalyn out to her car like a good host should. Halfway down the driveway she ran to the car. She was in a hurry and left me with Stephanie. She turned back and blew a kiss and screamed "Nice meeting you! Thank you for everything!" waved and closed the door.

By this time it was pitch black dark and the bon fire just made it seem darker with the longer shadows it casted. Before we went back to the party, Stephanie pulled me aside, behind a wooden fence where we could talk privately away from other party goers, and got really serious but didn't say anything. She held one of my arms, jittered a bit and looked down and up at me. I asked if she was okay and told her that if she wanted to go that she could. I understood the need to be there for a friend. She reassured me that Danalyn wanted her to be there and wanted time alone with whatever person got hurt in whatever way. I got that and tried to ease her mind with silly jokes and dancing. It was lame but it worked and she cracked a smile. She got a nostalgic look in her eyes, paused and then said "This is why I couldn't date you before."

It hit me hard, especially my ego, but I was curious and itching for more.I never did get an answer to why we cried and never talked about dating ever again "Why's that?"

She playfully shoved my chest and smiled "It's because you're such a good guy. I was so broken back then. I just didn't know what to do with someone as great as you. I definitely didn't want to hurt you with the state I was in."

"Is that seriously how you felt? So I didn't do anything wrong?"

"Ha! No! You did everything right! It was all my issues. You were great, the date was great, and that kiss was amazing! I wanted more but I couldn't have you like that. I would've hurt you."

"I like all this past tense talk you're speaking." I said raising one eye brow to lighten the serious tension that was building.

She laughed. "Yeah. I could definitely use some more of that now." She pulled my face down to her level and kissed me strong. It wasn't a short kiss. It was long and hot. I laced my fingers in her hands, pushed her hands above her head and slammed her into the fence we were behind as I continued to kiss her passionately with tongue. The jolt made her quiver and she kissed me back harder. I thought I heard voices from people on the other side of the fence but then someone came around the corner.

"Hey guys! We're about to start the game if you wanna join!" One of my childhood friends informed me.

I yelled back "Alright, thanks man!" turned to Stephanie and said "I guess we should get going then" as I turned to walk away.

She grabbed my arm and whipped me back around. She looked embarrassed. She was looking at the ground remembering something. "Wait. I have something to say. That date we went on...it- it was the best thing that happened to me. The kiss and everything was perfect. It was seriously the nicest anyone has ever treated me. I felt like a person when I was with you."

"Then why the hell did you cry?"

She busted out laughing at the memory. It was just to let out her embarrassment. She covered her mouth cutely when she laughed but got serious soon after. She knew I needed an answer. "It was too good for me. YOU were too good for me. I was really messed up at the time and I had to get some things straight."

"And you've done that?"

"Yeah, I think so. I want to try this again."

"Okay well let's get going before people start questioning where we went." She started to walk away and I grabbed her, pulled her up to my lips, kissed her passionately, whipped her back around and slapped her butt back toward the party.

The game lasted too long. It lasted hours and Stephanie wasn't waiting for me. 

When our relationship wasn't even defined she made out with me in front of all of our friends. She claimed me as hers, at least for the night. She stayed in my lap with her arms wrapped around me as the party continued. I basked in the mysterious delight of her kiss. "Show me where your bathroom is at." She looked into my eyes and said as she unlocked lips with a gasp for air.

"Come on" I said grasping her hand and escorting her to the front door of my house. It was night and everyone was asleep except my friends outside. 

We walked through the living room and down a hall until she asked "Oh, is this your room?" 

I knew what she was doing and it was sneaky.

"Yeah, that's my room. I've been stashing all the sodas in there."

"Oh cool. Can I see?" She said as she walked in without permission or an answer and sat on the bed. "Wow your bed is comfy! And really big!" She laid flat and spread her arms out making a blanket angel and giggling at her own silliness. It was a queen size bed that could fit four people if they cuddled close enough. I couldn't help but to share in the laughter. She stared in my eyes intently, grabbed my shirt and pulled me down to kiss me more. This time hands roamed. She threw her arms up and I pulled her shirt off. She lay back down as my hands and lips traipsed around her body, biting and sucking on her neck down her stomach to her hips. I grabbed her pants and lifted her legs off the bed as I undid her jean shorts and pulled them off to reveal purple zebra print panties that had a very obvious wet spot near the crotch. "Oh geez, okay turn off the lights." she said covering her eyes cutely. I did as she said and kissed up her legs on the inner thigh. "Whoa what are you doing!?"

"Oh, you know what I'm doing."

"But what if it smells bad? Or isn't pretty?"

"Oh shut up!" I said as I ripped her legs apart farther and licked her pussy through her panties. She threw her head and body back in pleasure. "Oh damn! That tongue feels better than a girls!"

"How can you know if I've barely even started?"

"Don't talk! Just keep eating!" She said as she put her hand behind my head and forced me back into her pussy. I pulled her panties aside and buried my face and tongue into her pussy

"Oh WOW! Okay this-this is-is GOOD!" She said in between breaths, gasps and moans.

She held my head and gripped my hair as I flicked my tongue up and down the outside teasing her entrance and clit. She buried me in and her hips started to gyrate up and down. I pulled away and she screamed "No! Why did you stop!?" 

"I needed more in my mouth" I said as I lifted her legs up and yanked her panties off throwing them across the room. I dove into her pussy and she squealed with excitement. I used my tongue to do figure eights from her entrance to her clit. I could feel her pussy twitching.

"Yes! Gah! Please!" Her words were becoming less and less coherent as I started nibbling on her clit and swirling her insides. Eventually she grabbed my head, pulled my hair, her whole body convulsed as she then pushed me off got up kissed my juice covered lips and licked them clean. She kissed me hard with tongue and undid my belt and pants until she could easily grab my cock hard. "Holy shit! It's huge! This isn't like...normal huge this is FUCKING HUGE!" She stared me right in the eyes as she jerked me off. I slipped my boxers off and she just said "Break me with this cock." with the most intense primal tone in her voice. She kneeled down, looked me in the eye nervously and said "I don't like to suck dick, I almost never do it. This is too magnificent not to suck." She opened wide and put it in her mouth till it was good and wet. It hardened and grew even more inside her mouth and I could hear a muffled squeal. She let loose with a popping sound and said "I can't even fit a fourth of it in."

"Just lick the head and massage the balls with your hands." She couldn't do just that. She sucked on my balls, tried to fit them both in her mouth and gargled them.

She let the cock drape over her face and measure it close to almost twice the length of her face and as thick as the whole length of her lips. She laughed in excitement and said "Ohh-oh-oh my god! I can't wait! DON'T take it easy on me. Please fuck me!" She laid back on the bed and didn't even wait for me to get on top. She lifted her hips, held my dick in place and scooted her body down to slip me in her vagina. It was so tight I could feel her pulse as I penetrated her womb. She threw her arms back, sighed in relief, wrapped her legs around my waist and moved her hips wildly up and down my groin as though I was a sex toy.

Her desperation and admiration for my cock got me hot, but I was tired of doing nothing. I slammed my dick in her so hard her hips hit the bed and we bounced 2 feet off the bed in unison. She screamed. I thought I was going to break her tiny hips but she asked me to break her so I didn't stop. She wrapped her arms around me and I leaned down, grabbed the back of her head and made out with her to silence the screaming. It only muffled it and some got out between bounces of our bodies.

My back hurt, I hated the position I was in. With both her arms and legs wrapped around me I lifted her body off the bed (still inside of her), fuck her standing, turn around and slam her against the closed door for some added support. She loosened her arms and grabbed at the door frame as her body quivers with intensity and moaned "Ughhhh!" Wrapping my arms around her I can tell her back is smooth and toned and I can't help but to let them run wildly around it. My hand comes across the bra which gets skillfully undone. It doesn't come off or show anything. I stays hanging on her shoulders. We're too focused on how good we feel to reposition but she wants it. Stephanie unwrapped her legs, plants them against the door and pushes hard enough to knock us both back trip me onto the bed in a sitting position on the edge. I grabbed her ass for support. I got surprised. For such tiny hips she had quite the round and bubbly butt.

We never missed a beat, I never came out of her. We continued gyrating and I groped a breast with one hand. I couldn't help myself. The fact that they were still hidden behind the fabric but I knew they were loose drove my mind wild. I wanted it. They were small and they fit in my palm but they were still perky and bouncy. I kept staring at her chest hoping for a glimpse of boob but her bra still covered her. In my frustration, I grabbed the shoulder straps, ripped them down and threw the lacy bra across the room. I buried my face in the moment they were revealed. It felt like a perfect cone in my mouth. I could perfectly and evenly circle her breasts with my tongue. Her nipple suspended on my tongue as I flicked it back and forth. She didn't have much reaction to it till I got rough and bit. When I bit her pussy squirted a bit. I wanted more. Knowing that her pussy squirted gave me a goal: I would make her into a GEYSER.

I grabbed her and threw her off my dick and on the bed. "Oh give me more! mmmm I want it!" She wriggled like an addict, but an obedient one. She just laid there staring at me wagging and gyrating her hips, raising her pussy in the air for me to see and be tempted by. I grabbed one leg, flipped her on one side and lifted the leg all the way behind her head. Good thing she was flexible. I slipped my member in her drenched hole and rammed her. With every thrust she screamed louder and louder. Every thrust pushed her closer and closer to the edge of the bed. "Oh my god, Dom!" She screamed as her eyes rolled back, her toes curled and she smiled as she came.

"Oh you're not just cumming once."

I thrusted in to her faster and faster, until she came over and over again and screamed "My god! You're my god! You're a sex god! Fuck me Sex God! Ahhhhhhh!" In mid scream she was pounded off the bed and thrusted into doing a handstand. If she was almost done cumming, she wasn't anymore. The blood now rushing to her head threw her into a deeper ecstasy. If she thought she was on cloud nine, she just hit a whole new level of pleasure. Words were no longer coherent and her squirting took full effect. She gushed into the air and covered my chest in her juices. Some even landing back down on her, making her tits face and hair wet. She couldn't take it anymore. She had things she wanted and she was going to take them. 

Stephanie wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and did a sit-up while pushing me over onto the bed. I spun still managing to land on top pinning her to the bed. My dick slipped right back in and we made out as I thrusted in. It distracted her for a time but she wiggled off of me, and shoved my head down to her pussy and demanded "Eat me out!" I didn't have a choice. She wrapped her legs around my head like a boa constrictor placing the flat of her feet on the back of my head. As I licked her pussy she pushed me in deeper and deeper. My long tongue could curl and feel the start of her womb from the inside. I massaged her slit and g-spot. "Oh fuck, Dom! Yes! She screamed as she massaged my scalp and hair. Her hips gyrated uncontrollably on my face wetting even my nose with her pussy. I could feel her juices getting up my nose and it only turned me in more. Her pussy tightened many times over around my tongue. I had to buck back and forth to get loose enough to come out of her pussy. Not to stop but to tease her clit instead. That was the hotspot! She was built up and I wanted her to explode all over me and she wouldn't loosen her grip long enough even if I wanted her to. When I wiggled back some I voraciously buried my face in, sucked, nibbled and bit her clit. Her hip motions got bigger rubbing her pussy on my whole face.




Reunited Pt. 01



My hands groping her soft ass lingered over to her asshole. It was wet from juices that had dripped down. I rubbed the outside but not for long. I plunged a finger inside massaging all her parts at once. Her body wrenched and convulsed from pleasure. "Ahhhh...YEAH! Yeah yah yah yah YES!" She pulled the sheets and gripped them tight as she squirted into my mouth so much I felt like I was drowning. Drowning in her sex sent me into euphoria. I couldn't think of a thing but how she tasted. It tasted mostly sweet but somewhat sour, like a mango fruit juice. When I came down from my high all I could feel was the throbbing in my cock and I wanted to cum. I had been holding it in the whole time and I was ready to explode.

Like a buzzkill, one of my friends entered the room. I'll never forget what Stephanie did. In one smooth motion, she climbed on my cock, grabbed the undone sheets to cover her ass and squished her tits as close to my body as possible, hiding every lewd part from my friend who interrupted. That was dedication.

He and I spoke as she continued grinding on my dick. "Dominic, people are getting really rowdy and the fire is getting huge!"

"Alright so take care of it! I'm kind of in the middle of something!" I said gesturing to the fine woman still grinding in my lap, cuddling against my chest. 

"I can't just..."

"I don't know man, but please, for me, do what you have to do and make sure the place isn't trashed and the house doesn't burn down. Kick some people out. Turn off the music, that gets lots of people to leave."

"Okay, yeah, I can do that." We bumped fists and he left. 

The moment he was gone I said "Holy shit I've had to cum forever. I'm gonna cum in your ass. I'm taking that asshole." I informed her as I was still massaging fingers inside. It wasn't a suggestion, I wasn't asking permission; she just got what she wanted so I was going to take exactly what I wanted.

"Yes! Do it!" She said as I grabbed her by her tiny perky tits and flipped her over onto her stomach. She fell onto her face and let out a moan. She was turned on by how roughly she was getting handled. She thrusted her ass up in the air and wiggled it with anticipation. It jiggled as much as a firm bubble butt could and she screamed "Put it in!"

I grabbed her inviting hips and pulled them towards me. The juices from her pussy had covered her asshole. I could see her ass and pussy glisten in the moonlight from the window. It was enough lube to slip right in. I wasn't gentle. I didn't inch it in. She wanted it hard so I rammed it in. She screamed but not in pain, more by surprise. I thrusted in harder and harder making her boobs bounce wildly. "Agh! Ye-!" She couldn't speak in words anymore but only in moans, grunts and half words. She wanted me closer. She wanted to feel me. She threw herself up and rested herself sweetly against my body. Her petite back molded to my chiseled chest and her butt cheeks slipped in between the muscles of my groin and thighs. The back of her head rested against my shoulder like a pillow not being able to support it on her own anymore. One hand wrapped around the back of my neck and the other around to grope and massage my ass. Stephanie squeezed and pulled me in deeper as I thrusted. My hands wandered to grope her boobs, down her toned stomach and massage her clit as I pounded in her ass. Her sex noises could no longer be called moans they were purely screams "Ah ah ah AH AH AGH!" She screamed repetitively.

I turned her head around and pulled her into a passionate kiss. The kiss pushed her over the edge. She came hard. She whimpered and quivered as we kissed. Her juices dripped down my testes and made me burst. "I'm coming!" I screamed. I thrusted faster as I came more and more.

"Ah! Yes, yes yes! IT—COMI—OUT! AHHH aH aH aH AHHH! -NOT—STOPP—INGGG!" The feel of the load was so much she came until she collapsed onto the bed and off my dick. I was still coming. What wasn't in her, sprayed all over of bubbly soft tush and the arches of her back.

"Oh my god. Oh my god! Oh! My! GOD!" She laughed in hysterical amazement. "I can't believe it! You came SO MUCH!" She panted and couldn't talk. I watched her body move up and down with her lungs. I had filled her ass so much that she literally couldn't hold it all in and it began spilling out and down the slit of her pussy. It made her shunt, quiver and shudder as the feeling shot like electricity through her whole body. There was a moment of silence before she turned over on her back spread her legs as wide as she could, reached down to grab some cum from her ass, ate it off her fingers while staring me straight in the eyes, continued to spread her pussy with her both hands and said "I want more!" In a very seductive and demanding manner. 

I grabbed her spread legs, held them in the air, pushing her onto her back and rammed her pussy as fast and as hard as I could. She screamed. "more more more More More More. MORE! Oh my god, fuck me more! Dominic! Don't...Stop!...Fuck!...Me! YES!" With every thrust she sprayed squirt all over my stomach, balls and thighs.

"Oh, God! Cover me with that squirt!" She took me literally. To this day I still don't know how she did what she did. My full weight was barreling on top of her into her tiny pussy. It must have been pure adrenaline. With her legs behind her head, getting pounded by 160 pounds she found a way to throw herself up, pushing me over onto my back, and climbing on top all without ever letting my penis leave her pussy. It was a magical feat in my book. The bottom line is she wanted to please me. She pounded my cock the only way a woman can pound a cock. She used such force in her hips that we bounced on the bed. She continued squirting with each thrust. It started spilling onto my stomach and chest, dripping onto my neck, covering me just like I asked. It's so hot that I wanted to cum right away but I hold it in. I can hear the sloshing of the puddle on the bed underneath us. Between the two of us, I assumed she had more cum on the bed but I wasn't entirely certain.

"I'm gonna cum!" I say out of desperation.

"Do it!" She screamed as she bounced my body into the air and off the bed.

"I'll cum inside." I warned again.

"I don't care! Let me feel your HOT CUM!" with each pounding thrust she sprung us up and forced us back down to the bed harder.

I couldn't take the dirty talk. I had to cum. Some came out inside but I didn't want it there. Too much had gone inside her already. I wanted to see her covered inside and out just like she did to me. I threw her off me. She flew and landed on a pile of pillows. I was lucky she didn't hit the wall or headboard. I guess I still had some control. I sat up fast and blew my load all over her. It shot so far it covered her pussy, stomach, boobs, neck and half of her face. There were barely any spots that were bare flesh anymore. She was in euphoria. The bit that got on her face she licked off. She took her time with it. I stayed there watching. She naturally just rubbed the cum over her whole body, rubbing it in her skin like a lotion and then pushed the excess down to her pussy and forced it inside. Every spot on her torso shined with cum. She sat up and sucked my cock clean. She kept inspecting and licking any spots she missed making sure that every bit was clean. When she was done, she grabbed me by my ass and pulled me down to the bed with her, snuggled into my chest and fell asleep. We fell asleep and the cum dried and stuck our bodies together like glue. The sex didn't stop. The feeling of her tits glued to me and the feeling of my dick grazing her pussy as we slept made us wake up on and off and unconsciously start having sex over and over until the sun came up.

As we finally woke in mid afternoon, she smiled at me, realizing our bodies were stuck together still. She gave me sweet kisses and my morning wood teased another round. Her panties went missing among the chaos. 

To be continued...



Reunited Twins



"Ahhh...Elizabeth, how have you been?"

It was such a surprise to see my twin sister standing before me in the freezing rain. It had truly been too long. Elizabeth had been thrown out after Mom had found out that she had kissed me once. Not a sister to brother kiss, but a passionate lip lock between lovers. Seeing her here now on my doorstep was almost too good to be true. Her long seductive legs, hour glass figure, and stunning visage all screamed bombshell, but Elizabeth was one of the most down to earth people I have ever known.

"Not to bad bro, You gonna let me in or leave me out here to freeze," she said between the chattering of her teeth. My god she looked amazing.

"Sure come on in, Can I get ya something to drink?" I didn't need to ask. Ever since Liz was 14 she and I had been drinking beers like pros. " Yea coffee please I could use some now, How's my little sanguinarian brother doing these days?" Something else that she liked, my coffee. Though I don't know if it was so much the coffee or the rum that tended to find its way into the brewer from time to time.

" Hey your only older by like 30 seconds OK, and second aside from the paranoia and all the sunblock I'm great. I put out an album of songs six months ago. Tom, my manager is setting me up for a music video in a couple weeks. " I had been a amateur musician for years, but in the last year I had really put myself into my music and come up with stuff I though was worth releasing. Ever since then it all kinda played out, the recording contract, the album being released as a major release. Hell, it had even sold close to a million copies.

" Yea I heard one of your songs on the radio the other day in the star bucks. John I'm so proud of you. So still having problems with the whole blood thing? You know I never quite figured it out how come you have the problem when I'm your twin and I am fine."

" Who knows," shrugging my shoulders, " at least you are understanding about it Liz. Most people I try to tell just shudder and say its hocus pokus, or its from all the twilight hype." That was true, Liz had been there for me during that tribulating time in my life most sangs refer to as their awakening. Sneaking into my room every night, climbing into bed with me and just hugging. Until that kiss had ruined everything.

As I began brewing the coffee I began to marvel at my luck. My gorgeous sister , who may or may not still love me more then is common, is here after 6 years of absence. Being there for me in the hospital after my horrible ordeal had been angelic of her. I had needed someone to help me out and she had been there. Mom, on the other hand seemed as if she hadn't even had a son that was in the tragic car accident, the bitch. Now she had showed up in a time in my life where everything was financially sound, no girlfriend to take care of, nothing much of all other then my music career taking off.

"Hey you got a bathroom around here?" I looked over quickly remembering she was not only freezing but soaking wet. She was still shivering from the cold. Her auburn hair almost black and matted against her skull. The already pale skin was now as white as paper as she stood there looking helpless. Walking to her I grabbed a quilt I had draped over the couch and wrapped her in it. It would be a few minutes until the coffee was done, so I figured the least I could do was try to get her warm.

She looked up with her dazzling green eyes, eyes that longed for attention. A warm smile crossed her face, " I actually needed it for something else bro but thanks." She giggled. That familiar giggle I had known since childhood brought back great memories of a time that until now was long lost.

" Yea sis here I will take ya." I led her into the main room of my house. Well not actually a house more like a small mansion. I had the house built after my company had turned a quick and sizable profit. The two bedroom one bath house was more like my own personal haven. I stayed in the house whenever I wasn't out recording music or entertaining my need to see the world We crossed the main room and into the narrow hallway to my bedroom. " Its through there," I pointed to the southern wall where the only bath in the house was, adjoining with my room.

" Gee thanks, you mind if I borrow some clothes? I didn't come prepared to stay the night." She turned back to me, still clutching the blanket with white knuckles. 

Geez what happened to her? Did she get dumped, or worse had she run into mom after all these years?

I walked over to the large chest, " Yea sis, they will probably not fit but your welcome to anything I have." I rummaged through the drawers until I found a green tee from high school and a pair of black boxers. Maybe the tee would fit her better then it did me. I was around her size in high school, now in my twenties my chest had gotten a little larger. I threw the clothes at her, watching her drop the quilt to catch them. Her clothes, a low cut blouse which revealed quite a large amount of her large size B breasts, and hip hugger jeans clung to her body. Her nipples poking from under the shirt, just begging to be sucked.

" Damn you! " She tried to to show an angry face but it was of no use. Liz could never hurt anyone, let alone her twin brother. " Get out of here would ya, or would ya like a free show? " Wondering if that was a sarcastic remark or an invitation I stood there drooling over her standing there in my bedroom. 

" Do you mind if I have a bath? I feel the need to get all this filth off?" she turned and asked.

" No go ahead Liz. Your welcome to do what you want here. I'm gonna go check the coffee OK? "

Snapping to my senses I quickly left the room and made my way back into the kitchen. What the fuck was wrong with me? I had been staring there checking out my sister. 

For christ's sake you've done it before and more. 

Yea but we have both changed since then, gone on and lived separate lives. There is no need to repeat the past.

The coffee had finished so I took the pot and poured her a cup. I took the mug into my bedroom and knocked on the bathroom door, " Hey coffee's done. You want me to leave it here or give it to ya now?" 

" You can bring it in, I'm dying for the famous John Morris special."

I took in a deep breath, my heart was jut about to beat out of my chest, and turned the knob. Liz had drawn a warm bath in my obnoxiously big tub, the steam rising off the water made for a very stunning site, as she had no bubbles to cover her body. " Well here ya go then, one John Morris special, coffee, sugar, and just a hint of rum for the young lady." I said while sitting the coffee down on the edge of the tub.

She took the mug and had a long hard sip. Her lips tugged at the mug as she pulled her head back and let out a slow moan. " Damn bro you know how to make damn good coffee." Putting the mug down she looked up at me and reached her hand out towards mine, " You want to join me? Your tubs big enough for an entire family!" Her eager eyes locked with mine, trying to force the decision into my mind.

" I would love to but you know how its difficult for me Liz. Last time we did something that we shouldn't have done. " Why did you just say that stupid take um off, comfort her. 

" John I don't regret anything you know I love you always have, still do as a matter of fact. I don't care about what society thinks. When you find your soul mate your heart knows and right now mine is about to jump out of my chest and start doing back flips." She gave me that look. The look she had given me when we were little.

I jumped up and left the room. In my room I climbed on my bed and began to meditate. I had to clear my mind, it had always helped me make good decisions. I had just began to get everything straightened out in my head when she opened the door and came in. I tried not to notice her, keeping my eyes closed I concentrated on my energy and slowly began to bring it back down to a normal level.

" John?" She said, too nervous to approach me. " John, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." She let out a laugh, trying to subdue it as suddenly as she had began.

I couldn't do this, at least not now, so I opened my eyes. Ah ha, I was right the shirt did fit her better then me. She was so sexy, no stop don't think like that she's your fucking sister for crying out loud. I smiled and looked at her, " It's OK sis, its just well you know I haven't had a donor in quite awhile things are getting a little crazy up there," I pointed to my head.

" Do you need a pick-me-up? John you know I don't mind helping you out in that department." now she began closing the distance between us. I could smell the shampoo in her hair, roses, I didn't know I had any rose scented shampoo. 

" You sure Liz? I wouldn't want to freak you out or anything. " 

She sat down next to me on the bed and put a hand around my neck. " You couldn't freak me out if you tried."

" OK, but lets not do it in here." I took her hand and led her back into the bathroom. I had her sit on the toilet while I retrieved my kit from the drawer beneath the sink. " You do know this might hurt right? "

" Its not like we haven't done this before John, look its a need you can't help it, just take it." She pulled the shirt off. Oh my god her perfect breasts were just inches from my face. Full and perky with soft nipples perfectly shaped, almost as I remembered them from my younger years. As perfect as they were I was beginning to feel that oh so familiar feeling again. The need of a freak.

I took her arm as I had done in the past and swabbed it with peroxide. Cleaning the liquid away from her arm left it shiny and clean. I took my shot glass and had her heat the glass with a lighter. Once heated enough I made the incision. The blood began to flow slowly, I put the warm glass to her skin and watched the glass slowly start to fill.

She hadn't made much of a noise, not even moved when I had cut her. Now she let out a slow moan as the glass began to fill, a moan that made my cock twitch with anticipation. I looked from the glass to her, she looked breathtaking. If it weren't for the glass filling I would have taken her then and there but I returned to watching the glass. Once filled I took it and set it on the counter and put a rag to the incision to stop the bleeding. 

I felt her shift her weight on the toilet seat and her leg met my rock hard dick. She let out a gasp and withdrew her foot but looked down at me at I gazed into her eyes. " John please, " I could see the need in her eyes. I took the glass from the floor and in one swig drank it all. 

Cradling her in my arms I took her to my bedroom and layed her on the bed. I removed my shirt and was pleased when she started squirming and biting her lower lip. I climbed over her and pulled her face to mine. The kiss was slow and full of fire. I worked my way into her mouth, playing with her tongue as she tried to laugh. Slowly I pulled my boxers off her and marveled at her body. Smoothly shaven with a small patch of hair just above her pussy. 

I kissed my way down her stomach, stopping at her bellybutton and circling it with my tongue before beginning my journey to her pussy. I parted her lips and noticed that she was very wet. " Looks like your all ready to go Liz," I said trying to hold back my amusement. 

" Just shut up and do it please John, please. " she said and pushed my face back down to her pussy.

I blew across her pussy and watched her squirm with joy. I took my index finger and inserted it in her waiting pussy. Slowly working it back and forth I began to hear her moan. She arched her back as she rode out an orgasm. Her body began to shake but I didn't stop, taking her clit in my mouth I began sucking and circling it with my tongue. Moving my fingers faster and faster she didn't seem to mind. 

A couple minutes had passed and she was still writhing on the bed. I stood up on my knees and removed my jeans. When she saw the size of my member her eyes went wide with shock. " Damn its bigger then last time," she sat up and gripped my rock hard dick and kissed the head. A small dribble of pre-cum followed her as she leaned back.

"Well last time you saw him it was 6 years ago sis," I teased and kissed her. Tasting the salty mixture on her lips was just too much. I came. My body rocked as I spewed my seed onto my sister. 

She looked up with a pouting face, " No fair, we were just getting started. " I leaned forward kissing her again as I heard her inhale sharply. 

I pulled away from her, " Relax sis, I will be ready in another ten minutes or so. In the meantime tell me what brought you here tonight?" 

For the first time since I could remember Elizabeth started crying. Liz had always been tough, even when mom had thrown her out from crossing the boundaries of our relationship as brother and sister. She had never, that I had witnessed, cryed for so simple a reason.

" Oh John, can you just hold me. Just until morning then I will explain everything. Right now just hold me, please. " She struggled to say in between violent sobs.

We layed there for hours in each others embrace. Soon she drifted off to sleep and a look of peace came across her face. Whatever had happened to her I knew had to be something serious. I was left awake pondering what it could have been. I guess I would have to wait until morning.